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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 28 2016, 11:17 PM Post #1 |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 28 2016, 11:27 PM Post #2 |
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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 title belt is resting on her shoulder as she poses, resting both hands on the head of her cane. BRIAN MASON: It looks like the Bloodlust champion is here tonight, Jack. The crowd immediately begins booing and jeering, letting The Baroness know exactly what they think of her, but she simply smirks as she begins her slow walk to the ring, shrugging off the hatred with a sense of nonchalance. The Baroness climbs up the ring steps, posing on the apron as she hoists the title up into the air, drawing another chorus of boos from the crowd. JACK WARREN: After the carnage that was the Mansion of Ruin she’s lucky to be here, Mase. After nearly being hanged by Alex Reyn she’s lucky to even be alive. BRIAN MASON: But she emerged from that match as the victor, becoming a two-time HKW Bloodlust champion. Even if she is still sporting some cuts and bruises from that night. The Baroness is handed a microphone, and she waits for the crowd to quieten down. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Greetings, loyal subjects... She smirks again as the crowd boo. The Baroness shrugs her shoulders, trying desperately to hide her involuntary wince as pain runs down her spine. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Two weeks ago I accomplished exactly what I set out to do; I told you all that I was going to take this belt from that so called ‘Greatest Bloodlust Champion’, Ashley Chase. I told you all that I was going to prevent someone like Riley Lynn from besmirching this title, that I was going to snatch it from Ashlyn DeLuca’s grasp… JACK WARREN: Literally! THE CRIMSON BARONESS: ...and stop the likes of Alex Reyn, and Pax Mayson in their tracks. Which is why I now stand before you as a two-time HKW Bloodlust Champion. As the winner of the 2016 Knoxer Award for Best RISE Call Up - just two more accolades to add to that ever-growing list of mine. And I know what you’re thinking - that I’m lucky to be champion. That I’m lucky to be alive after that psychopath, Alex Reyn, tried to hang me. Or burn me alive. Well when they dig him out of the basement of that building where we left him then he can look me in the eyes and realize what a failure he is. The Baroness pauses for a second, allowing the crowd to continue to jeer her further. She rests her weight on the cane, waiting for the crowd to quieten down again. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Be quiet, sweeties, I have good news for all of you. You see, Catastrophe wasn’t just a monumental night for me. But HKW also hosted the first ever Mansion of Ruin match. Annnnnd, that match signified the end of The Purge. So now I can relax, knowing that my second reign as the Bloodlust Champion doesn’t have the risk of being ended at any time. Which means I can enjoy myself, knowing I have the luxury of defending this title at my convenience. She parades the ring, swinging the microphone from side to side. A wide smirk on her face as she stares out across the crowd. BRIAN MASON: Defending at her convenience? What does that mean? JACK WARREN: Usually at a time or place of her choosing. Come on, Mase, you’re smarter than that. The Baroness gets ready to speak again. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Because I could sit back and do nothing, rack up a ninety-day without even defending the belt once. Or I could push myself and try for a record breaking one hundred and ninety days, managing a paltry single defense in that time. But i didn’t go through the Mansion of Ruin to sit back and rest on my laurels. I didn’t beat five of the hungriest competitors around to do nothing with my belt. I didn’t nearly get hanged, and burned alive, so I could hide away from my adoring fans! And, most of all, because I’m not like that. The Purge may be over, but I’m going to be a fighting champion. And this title requires more than a single defense for me to become the most successful champion in its history. So, for all of you, I’ll defend this belt with pride...against challengers of my choosing, in matches that I decide the stipulations for… The crowd boo loudly, causing The Crimson Baroness to cackle in wicked delight. BRIAN MASON: Turns out you were right, Jack. She really thinks that she can get away with this as well. JACK WARREN: She made a convincing argument, Mase. TCB went through more than most champions to get that belt, why shouldn’t she be able to defend it when she wants? “Paper Planes” hits the PA system to a roar from the audience. The Crimson Baroness angles her head toward the ramp, where Ashlyn De Luca wastes no time emerging from the back, walking but still making a beeline for the ring-- and the champion. Ashlyn never takes her eyes off of the Baroness as she walks around the ring, all the way to the timekeeper’s area, first grabbing a microphone before rolling into the ring just inches from the new Bloodlust Champion, rising to her feet in front of her. ASHLYN DE LUCA: That was good. What you did in the Mansion of Ruin, ending the Purge and walking away with that... Ashlyn’s eyes fall toward the championship and she exhales, eyes narrowed. The Baroness angles her shoulder to keep the belt away from Ashlyn. ASHLYN DE LUCA: It was good. And I can’t bitch about how close I was because I knew the nature of the match. I can’t bitch about anything you did because… because at the end of the day, I would’ve done anything to any of you to get that back. Still would. Some people might've been willing to go further-- and that caught me off guard. Maybe that's why I fucked up. Except now I’m not hiding a referee in my locker or duckin’ hits in the elevator. Everything that happens to you now, you'll see it coming, and no one’s trying to save you from it. And I don't know if you're bullshitting when you say you want to be that fighting champion that I figured you were always trying to avoid being, but while I've got you out here running your mouth about how you’re gonna choose your stipulations... how you’re gonna choose your own challengers… Ashlyn, who had been speaking while looking directly at the championship finally raises her eyes to meet those of the Crimson Baroness. ASHLYN DE LUCA: In the, uh... spirit of competition, why not choose Shmurda, eh? ???: Good god!!!! Cry me a river why don’t you! The Crimson Baroness and Ashlyn turn their attention toward the aisle way as former Bloodlust Champion, Ashley Chase comes walking out from the back with a baseball bat covered in glass draped over her shoulder. BRIAN MASON: Here come the former champion who does not seem pleased with what is going on in the ring but what the HELL is she carrying with her? JACK WARREN: Well dumbass it is obviously a weapon of destruction and I don’t want to think of what she plans to do. RUN CRIMSON RUN!!! Ashley walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. A wide eyed Ashlyn backs up as does Crimson ASHLEY CHASE: Are you seriously out here asking for a title shot? I got news for you little girl, Katie owes you NOTHING!! You had your chance! Hell you had the title in your hands and all you had to do was leave but NO you had to come back and save her!! Ashley points at TCB as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to AMC insinuating everybody would have let TCB die in that house. Ashlyn shakes her head a bit, rolling her eyes as she looks away. She turns back to Ashley, opening her mouth to say something, but AMC stops her, pointing the bat in her face. ASHLEY CHASE: Everybody else in that match would have let the bitch hang and burn, but not you!! You had to be the hero and look what that got you? TCB left you to die in that house and took what she wanted. Face the facts sweetie you are too soft for this division so no title match for you! Now you can go away and let the grown ups talk for a bit kay? Ashley pushes Ashlyn out of the way and stares at TCB with a smirk on her face as she twirls the bat in her hand. The Baroness regarded her coldly. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Your view of the action must’ve been obstructed from where you landed in the sub-basement… But Chase isn’t fazed by the snide comment. ASHLEY CHASE: Congrats Katie, you won the Bloodlust title in a glorified scavenger hunt!! However unlike blondie here who you owe nothing to, you do owe me!! I have a rematch clause, which means you OWE ME A TITLE SHOT AND I WANT THAT TITLE SHOT RIGHT NOW!!! This gets the crowd into it as they cheer loudly at the prospect of seeing these two woman go at it again for the Bloodlust Title. Ashlyn, however, looks down at the strands of brunette hair that are cascading down across her shoulders before giving Ashley Chase the ‘dafuq?’ expression. BRIAN MASON: Challenge has been issued! Will we get a Bloodlust match right now? I’d love to see it. JACK WARREN: HELL NO!! The Baroness is not ready to compete right now and she should not have to. Besides it would be fucking unfair with Ashley having that bat with her!! Tell her no Baroness! THE CRIMSON BARONESS: You want a rematch against me? The crowd cheer! THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Right now? The crowd cheer louder than before. The Baroness leans in close to Ashley Chase, ready to answer her … when they’re both interrupted. ????: Whoa, whoa, whoa! The three women in the ring all turn their attention to the aisle way. ‘Phenomena’ by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs erupts in the arena, and a familiar figure in a purple hooded trenchcoat emerges out on the stage, bouncing down the aisle and pointing her silver cane at the people in the ring. BRIAN MASON: It’s Salem Cartier! What’s she doing out here? Chase appears to be more annoyed by her arrival than either Ashlyn or The Baroness, but they all let Salem talk as she heads down the aisle. Salem extracts a silver mic from her jacket and begins to speak. SALEM CARTIER: Well, well, well, what have we here… Ladies Night in the Big City?!? Heard you had a little House of Horrors...Haunted Mansion fiasco on your hands, eh? Everybody coming on the heels of that carnage and all the hungry dogs come barking, yeah? Listen Ashley, this is HKW, nobody is owed a thing here. You technically lost the Bloodlust title in the Purge, we all know that doesn’t come with a rematch clause. But since the Purge is over...it's a brave new world, right? JACK WARREN: Is that right, Mase? I don’t want Salem to be the voice of reason here regarding rematches. BRIAN MASON: I’m not sure. But Ashley Chase was the champion going into the Mansion of Ruin match, it’d make sense if she were to have a rematch clause. But, again, I’m not sure. Salem steps into the ring, sizing herself up against the three other women standing in front of her. They’re all staring at The Witch, but Salem’s gaze drifts towards the belt on The Baroness’ shoulder as she begins to speak again. SALEM CARTIER: But I realized something recently...probably about the time I was standing over Fran’s battered body under a sea of tables and covered in her blood like a scene out of Carrie, something clicked in my mind. I knew what I had to do next, and it was unfinished business that needed to be handled. Me? I finish business. So in the grand scheme of everything I realized I kinda miss the Bloodlust division. The freedom, the carnage, the level of competition … THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Just say whatever’s on your mind, sweetie… Salem just smiled and pointed her silver cane with the purple jewel directly at the Bloodlust title. SALEM CARTIER: Well, while we’re all out here - I’m throwing my hat in the ring. Give me a shot at regaining what was once mine...Champ. I kinda miss it. The feeling I had when I returned to shock the world and ruin Nicole Hamilton’s mood. She was never the same after I went through her. And you, Baroness...you might be Crimson but you're not long for that Bloodlust life, sugar. The Baroness smirks as she stares Salem down, but the pair of them are interrupted by Ashlyn De Luca, who grabs The Baroness by the shoulder. She spins the Bloodlust champion around to face her, only to take a step back as Ashley Chase points the glass covered bat in her face. Salem throws off her jacket, ready for a fight. ????: Ooooooooooookay, that’s enough of all this mess. The four women in the ring all look up in confusion, to where Selena King has appeared on the Knoxotron. BRIAN MASON: Now there’s the voice of reason, Jack. Lets see what Selena has to say about this situation. The Bloodlust champion rests her arms on the top rope as she stares up at the Knoxotron; each of the three challengers stand behind her in a semicircle, one eye on the Knoxotron and one on the Bloodlust title. SELENA KING: First off, we’re not seeing a Bloodlust title match tonight. Ashley, you already have a match later tonight that you’ll need to prepare for. But that’s not to say you’re not getting a title match… The crowd cheer at the announcement. SELENA KING: The Baroness said something earlier that caught my attention. There were times when the Bloodlust title wasn’t defended as often as it could’ve been. So I’m going to change that. Another cheer, while The Baroness’ face remains solemn looking. SELENA KING: There’s gonna be three Bloodlust title matches leading up to Destiny, and you’re gonna be defending the belt against everyone standing in the ring with you right now! And don’t worry, in the interest of fairness, if one of them beats you then they’ll have to defend the title the next show just like you would. Then - at Destiny - we’ll see a fatal fourway match between all of you! I think that should solve your problem about the belt not being defended often enough, Baroness. Selena smiles as the feed ends, leaving an angry champion and three smiling challengers in the ring. The Crimson Baroness makes a hasty exit from the ring, heading backstage without looking back, before she’s followed one-by-one by each of her future opponents. ![]() The scene fades into the backstage area where Riley Lynn is seen walking down the hall in her ring gear. She has tape around her ribs clearly still healing from her match at Catastrophe. The trusty backstage interviewer Eli Zayn tracks her down for an interview. ELI ZAYN: Riley Lynn do you have a moment? Riley laughs and smiles at him. RILEY LYNN: Yeah of course. Eli nods his head before asking his questions. ELI ZAYN: At Catastrophe you lost the Mansion of Ruin match after a hard fought battle. What are your feelings going into the match tonight? Riley Lynn rolls her eyes at him. RILEY LYNN: As you can see by my battle scars. What happened at Catastrophe made it live up to its name. That stupid Boringness won the title yet again because she's a cheating little bitch. She knew that she would've been beaten had she had not planted that fake title belt. She's lucky. It's all Ashley’s fault honestly, if she hadn't been in my way like an annoying little bug I could've been champion. Hell, I would've been champion already the first time if she didn't come in and steal my opportunity! So I guess you can say that I'm a little pissed off! Riley says glaring over at him before continuing. RILEY LYNN: But on the other hand I realized we are in Jersey! My old stomping grounds. Which means that no one is safe tonight. Tonight it's going to be all eyes on me and GAME OVER for my opponents as I kill their hopes of ever being involved with the Championship Go match. Especially Ashley’s. She doesn't even deserve to be in the match tonight let alone at Destiny! I'll prove it. I'll prove it when I get out there and Level Up like a boss and she's laying in that ring broken even more than before! Riley Lynn pushes the mic into Eli’s chest and walks out of the frame as the camera fades out. ![]() We cut to ringside, where all ten competitors from RISE are all in the ring, warming up. In the center of the ring is Whisper Viperi, who smiles as she looks out at the audience. WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a battle royal to determine who gets the final spot in tonight’s main event! The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and to the outside! Both feet must also touch the ground for the elimination to count. The last person standing will advance to tonight’s main event! Whisper begins to make her way out of the ring while the commentary chimes in. BRIAN MASON: And for those of you at home that don’t watch RISE, allow me to announce all of the competitors in this match. Antoinette Sands, Aria Banks, Boaz Kennedy Astor, Cedric Chambers, Black, Miguel Giovanni, Carolina Shaw, Minerva Janus, Valerie McKinley, and JZ Crowns! JACK WARREN: Here’s the man’s prediction! I got the one man RISE Tag Team champions, Boaz Kennedy Astor! Once Whisper is out of the ring, the ref calls for the bell! RISE BATTLE ROYAL | WINNER ADVANCES TO MAIN EVENT Antoinette Sands vs Aria Banks vs Black vs Boaz Kennedy Astor vs Carolina Shaw vs Cedric Chambers vs JZ Crowns vs Miguel Giovanni vs Minerva Janus vs Valerie McKinley DING! DING! DING! Black is the first competitor to make a move right off the bad, charging at Antoinette Sands, who pulls down the ropes behind her and ducks, forcing Black to go over the top rope and to the outside, becoming the first person eliminated in the match! ELIMINATED: Black (0:04) by Antoinette Sands [1] BRIAN MASON: And that was really fast... JACK WARREN: Is that what the last chick you slept with said, Mason? HA, SICK BURN. After that, Boaz jumps Antoinette and drops her to the mat before he tries stomping away at her, only for Cedric to yank him off and begin fighting him off! Miguel joins the fray and begins helping Boaz against Cedric before JZ gets involved there too! Aria and Minerva try to eliminate each other while Carolina and Valerie begins slugging at one another! Valerie gets the upper hand, putting Carolina up against the ropes as she catches her with multiple knees to the chest. But Shaw reverses and switches spots with Valerie before she begins catching her with chops to the chest that ring throughout the arena! Carolina then takes a step back before running forward and clotheslining herself and Valerie over the top rope.... ....but they both land on the apron! BRIAN MASON: Both women nearly got eliminated! JACK WARREN: Bet the other seven in the match were hoping that they did. Both women slowly get up on the apron, knowing the danger of the position that they are in. Carolina and Valerie both swing at one another and catch each other right in the jaw, stunning them both! That’s when JZ comes in and bumps Valerie off of the apron and onto the ground, eliminating her from the match! ELIMINATED: Valerie McKinley (1:02) by JZ Crowns [1] BRIAN MASON: That’s it for Valerie! She’s going back to Detroit! Minerva rushes forward after that and pretty much does the same thing JZ did as she bumps Carolina off of the apron and to the ground, eliminating her! ELIMINATED: Carolina Shaw (1:08) by Minerva Janus [1] JACK WARREN: And there goes Carolina too. Minerva goes right back to Boaz after that, charging right at him, only for Miguel to cut her off with a clothesline, dropping her to the mat! Giovanni then helps Boaz up and the two grab Minerva before dumping her over the top rope before she falls on the apron, remaining safe! Miguel and Boaz both try to shove her off, but Ant and JZ spring into action and quickly take it to Boaz and Miguel, pulling them away from Minerva! BRIAN MASON: Chaos has broken loose! We’ve got seven competitors left! Who’s going to be eliminated next? JACK WARREN: Probably Levi’s turd of a brother. Look at him, he doesn’t know what to do! Cedric watches the two pairs of brawlers, unsure whether he needs to interfere or not. He then realizes Minerva is slowly getting up on the apron, so he surprisingly takes action and catches her with a dropkick, sending her falling off the apron and down onto the ground for the elimination! ELIMINATED: Minerva Janus (1:50) by Cedric Chambers [1] JACK WARREN: WHAT? BRIAN MASON: Guess your prediction was wrong! Minerva is getting sent home! Cedric gets the elimination! After that, Cedric tries to interfere in the brawling, but Aria pulls him around and hooks his head before planting him with the B-DT! When she gets to her feet, she watches Miguel catch JZ with an eye poke, blinding the fan favorite before clotheslining him over the top rope and out of the ring for the stunning elimination as the audience boos! ELIMINATED: JZ Crowns (2:17) by Miguel Giovanni [1] BRIAN MASON: Oh my god! Crowns is eliminated! JACK WARREN: Ha, suck it, you rat looking idiot! Go back home to Detroit to your bitch with the LeBron forehead! Miguel waves goodbye to JZ before he’s turned around and met with multiple punches to the face! Miguel falls back into a corner before his assailant, Aria Banks, catches him with multiple chops to the chest, her home state loving every moment of it! However, that comes to an end when Boaz jumps Aria and begins stomping away at her after taking Ant down with a snap suplex! BRIAN MASON: I think Boaz is about to make Aria regret ever trying to be his friend. JACK WARREN: Who needs friends in wrestling anyway?! Boaz begins a stomp party on Aria, but Miguel soon joins after, clearly angered at the fact that Aria tried to make his chest look like raw meat. The two really take it to Aria, targeting every part of her body and especially her head. But it’s Cedric Chambers who comes to the rescue of the woman who just laid him out over a minute ago. He grabs Boaz by the hair and pulls him off Aria before irish whipping him into a corner! Chambers then runs forward, but Astor lowers his shoulder, sending Cedric over the top rope and onto the apron! Cedric barely has any time to get his footing before Boaz rocks him with a European uppercut, sending him falling down onto the ground for the elimination! ELIMINATED: Cedric Chambers (3:08) by Boaz Kennedy Astor [1] BRIAN MASON: Welp. JACK WARREN: HA! I told you he was going to get eliminated! Antoinette, who was just getting to her feet, saw Miguel picking up Aria and trying to eliminate her. So she rushes in and pulls Aria away, forcing Giovanni to turn around and eat a spin kick for his troubles! Miguel falls to the mat before Boaz rushes in and rocks Antoinette with a European uppercut! Astor then uses the ropes nearby to help himself up before he gets caught with a dropkick from Aria that sends him over the top rope and onto the apron! BRIAN MASON: All hell is breaking loose! Miguel just ate a spin kick, Ant ate a european uppercut, and now Boaz has gotten hit with a dropkick and is on the verge of elimination! JACK WARREN: He better not! I actually want to see these people boo the shit out of him for getting rid of Aria! Boaz slowly gets up on the apron and looks over at Aria, calling her a bitch that gets the audience booing...before she rocks him with a superkick, sending Boaz falling off the apron and to the ground for the elimination! BRIAN MASON: BANK SHOT! JACK WARREN: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ELIMINATED: Boaz Kennedy Astor (3:51) by Aria Banks [1] Aria and Ant then stare at each other after the elimination before locking up. Banks uses her slight height and weight advantage to shove Sands up against the ropes, but Ant reverses and gets Aria up against the ropes instead! Ant then grabs a leg and tries to push Aria over the top rope and struggles to do that for a few seconds before Miguel makes his way back into the match! JACK WARREN: Thank God, Miguel is back. Aka something I didn’t think I would be saying tonight, but I’m desperate at this point! Miguel tries to lift Ant up after he turns her around, but she slips behind him and shoves him into Aria, who catches him with a boot to the gut before hooking his head and planting him with a DDT as well! BRIAN MASON: B-DT! That’s the second one Aria has hit in this match! Aria uses the ropes to help herself up afterwards before turning around and seeing Ant charge right at her! Quickly thinking, Aria lowers her shoulder and sends Ant over the top rope and falling hard onto the ground, eliminating her from the match as the Jersey audience roared! BRIAN MASON: Ant’s gone! JACK WARREN: GOOD RIDDANCE! We already got enough Sands on this card! ELIMINATED: Antoinette Sands (5:10) by Aria Banks [2] Banks now turns her attention to Miguel, who’s crawling over to a corner to help himself up. She runs towards him and goes for a corner splash, but he moves out of the way, forcing her to hit the turnbuckles! He then grabs her from behind and hits a release German suplex, forcing Aria to land right on her neck before she rolls towards the ropes! BRIAN MASON: What a release German suplex by Miguel Giovanni! JACK WARREN: FINISH HER! Giovanni gets to his feet and motions for Banks to do the same. Once Aria is up, he runs forward and attempts a big boot, but she sidesteps it, sending him over the top rope and onto the apron, getting a small cheer from the audience before it died down. BRIAN MASON: The audience damn near thought that was it! JACK WARREN: I’m glad it wasn’t! Aria begins tuning up the band right after, waiting for Miguel to get up on the apron. When he does, she attempts another Bank Shot, but he sidesteps it just like she sidestepped his big boot, sending her over the top rope and onto the apron with him! BRIAN MASON: Oh, this is a precarious situation! JACK WARREN: Quick, gouge her eyes out! Spit in her face! Tell her there’s Starbucks in the back! Do anything to eliminate her! Miguel and Aria both are on the apron now and they stare each other down as the home state backs their own, chanting Aria’s names. Miguel is the first to strike, catching Aria with a right handed punch before following up with a few more, causing a bit of space between them. Miguel then steps back before he charges in, only to get rocked with a superkick that stuns him...and sends him falling back into the ring to groans from the audience! BRIAN MASON: Aria gets another Bank Shot off, but Miguel somehow manages to fall back into the ring! JACK WARREN: That was lucky as hell, but sometimes, you need Lady Luck to give you head and love you long time! BRIAN MASON: You visited that Asian parlor before you came here, didn’t you? JACK WARREN: Don’t act like that wasn’t your idea, Mase! Aria shakes off the punches as she drops to a knee on the apron. Slowly, she tries climbing back into the ring, but Miguel, not really knowing what the hell he’s doing, lunges forward and pushes down the middle rope before releasing it, sending it springing right into Aria’s face! BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that? JACK WARREN: That was genius! Aria lies on the middle rope, stunned, before Miguel uses his strength to shove her back, sending her hitting the apron before falling down onto the ground, getting eliminated! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner and advancing to the main event of tonight’s show....MIGUEL GIOVAAAAAAAAAANNI! The audience boos loudly as Miguel gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory while the ref checks on Aria, who tries shaking off the cobwebs. BRIAN MASON: May not have happened in the cleanest way, but Miguel has just gotten himself a shot at possibly being on the Destiny card, Jack! JACK WARREN: Yeah, he’s not winning shit when he gets to the main event, but getting to main event Defiance is still kinda huge, so you can’t really be mad about that. WINNER: Miguel Giovanni (2 eliminations; 8:22) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:07 AM Post #3 |
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Ashley Marie Chase is walking backstage with her Broken Glass covered bat draped over her shoulder when Lola J cautiously walks over to her. LOLA J: “Um Ashley tonight…..” Lola keeps looking at the bat nervously causing AMC to laugh ASHLEY CHASE: “Calm down Lola as there is nothing to worry about. This here is my problem solver and as of this moment in time you are not a problem so you don’t need to be solved. So you had questions?” Lola takes a deep breath, clears her throat and starts over LOLA J: “A short time ago we saw that you, Ashlyn and now Salem all tossed your hat into the ring for TCB’s Blood Lust Championship, How do you feel about the announcement that was made concerning the upcoming matches and the fatal fourway at the end of it all?” Ashley rolls her eyes ASHLEY CHASE: “Plain and simple that belt is mine and nobody is going to stop me from taking it back. Like i said out there Ashlyn had her chance and she chose compassion over victory so she should not even be in this. I will give props to Salem as she has been damn good in that ring and while i like her she is the wrong witch at the wrong time and that is a problem, so i guess i will have to use my problem solver here to fix both problems before i take my belt back from Katie!!!” Lola again looks worried as AMC twirls the bat in her hand but she continues on. LOLA J: “Also tonight you are in a fatal fourway against RG3, Brian Stryker and a woman you know quite well Riley Lynn in an Golden Opportunity qualifier match with Hunter Werth as referee. How will Ashley Chase fair in this kind of match?” Ashley looks at her bat and smirks ASHLEY CHASE: The way i see it this will be good practice for that Bloodlust fatal 4 way match. Stryker knows all about that division, Then RG3 plays by her own rules right and of course Riley “Crazy Porn Star” Lynn was in that mansion so maybe we should just make this Bloodlust rules and see who walks away from it all. As for Hunter all he needs to do is stay out of the way and count to three like a good little referee should.” Ashley starts whistling as she walks away twirling her bat in her hand. ![]() Eli Zayn is standing backstage next to somewhat recovered Brian Stryker. The stitches on Stryker’s head are gone but the scar left by Nicole Hamilton during their I Quit match remained as clear as day. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with Brian Stryker, who will be competing tonight for a chance to qualify for the Golden Opportunity match. Brian, after what happened at Catastrophe, are you any concerned about not being 100% for this match? BRIAN STRYKER: Eli, I’m never 100%. I’m not gonna lie, I’m still hurting. My head still hurts from being stabbed with glass. My ribs are still killing me from the punishment they took. Fact is, I’ve seen better days. But that’s the life of a wrestler is it not? Fighting through the pain. And if I have to cowboy up tonight, you can bet I am. But you know what? So is everyone else in that match. You know Lynn and Chase are still aching in some way after that Mansion. AG3 is the one you gotta look out for. Then of course there’s the wild card Hunter Werth, who’s gonna be reffing. Will he be impartial? Most likely. But you can never be too sure with these special refs. ELI ZAYN: By winning against Nicole Hamilton, you’re spot in the Bloodlust division was saved. Do you hope to recapture that title? BRIAN STRYKER: I don’t know Eli to be honest. I’m sure TCB would love to see me turn away from the title, but I don’t know if I’m ready to just yet. I have a lot left to do with that title. But on the other hand, a chance to hold that briefcase and cash it in any time I want? You could be talking to the future world champion. Oh how rich would that be? But to answer your question Eli. Don’t count me out JUST yet. TCB, I know you’re listening. Just know I don’t need the Purge to take back that title. I won it originally by being ruthless. I won it by being more twisted than my opponent. Ask Nicole Hamilton. Hell, ask Jack Warren’s car. If we do ever square up, you best believe it won’t end well. You wanna consider yourself the face of the Bloodlust division; you need to step up to the measuring stick. And you’re looking at it right here. Step up to the plate and test yourself. You know where to find me, if you ever want a challenge. Stryker gives the camera a grin before walking off the set. ELI ZAYN: Strong words from Brian Stryker. ![]() "Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain wearing a black and white striped referee shirt and doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the cheers of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them. You are your own secret weapon. It's all up to you, to come out swingin'. It's all up to you! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the special guest referee for this following Golden Opportunity Fatal Four Way scheduled for One Fall!! HUNTER!!! WERTH!!! Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the contestants 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. 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! From the City of Philadelphia, 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. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BOOM! 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’s looking a bit worse for wear than usual, slower and more sluggish, still feeling the effects of the Mansion of Ruin match just two weeks ago, but ready AND willing to compete tonight for her fans- BAM! A blur of motion strikes her from behind! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL! It's Riley Lynn! Like Ashley, she's still feeling the effects of MoR, head even covered in a bandage. But she smirks cruelly as she stares down at Ashley before raising a trashcan lid and STRIKING Ashley across the back of her head! Bringing it down over and over again! MErcilessly taking advantage of the fact that the bell had not yet rung! This was perfectly legal. Grabbing Ashley by the hair, she picks her up and rams her head first into the barricade, the crown jewel impacting with a 'crack'! Back in the ring, Hunter Werth is already climbing out to stop this assault, when AG3 suddenly grabs Brian from behind in a roll up! Taking advantage of the fact that theirs no-one to break the pin! ...Except the bell still hasn't rung yet. Stryker breaks free and immediately rolls her into a fujiwara armbar! Even if a tap-out won't count, he can still wear her down until the match begins! AG3 seems to know this however, and quickly scrambles out of the move, rolling to the outside and bumping into Riley who was moving back towards the ring after finishing with her rival. The two barely have time to acknowledge each other before Brian Stryker comes FLYING out the ring with a corkscrew suicide plancha!!! Everyone is down on the outside, and Ashley slowly begins to stand, still clutching her aching head. She and Brian both roll into the ring, and she immediately backs into the corner, looking to end it early with the Walk of Fame! She charges in, but Brian flips over her and she hits the ropes. As she comes back in, he does an arm drag, but she does a flip of her own, landing on her feet and- Stumbling back suddenly, clutching her head as the world spins and pain floods her head. Actually dropping to one knee. Brian actually hesitates, a look of concern on his face. He didn’t think she was that badly hurt. Had Riley really hit her THAT hard? Even Hunter was moving to check on her- BAM! Suddenly, AG3 attacks Brian from behind, while Riley attacks Ashley! With all four people in the ring, the bell FINALLY rings! ✦ MATCH TWO | SPECIAL REFEREE - HUNTER WERTH ✦ GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER Riley Lynn vs. Ashley Chase vs. AG3 vs. Brian Stryker DING! DING! DING! Brian is on his knees now, as AG3 lights up his chest with a stiff sequence of kicks before striking him (no pun intended) across the temple with a roundhouse! He slumps and she moves to double team Ashley, who is currently being stomped on by Riley. Working together, the pick her up and whip her into the ropes, hitting a double back elbow on the rebound, followed by a double elbow drop! Both of them go for the pin, only to realise what’s happening and immediately back up, glaring at each other… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK FROM STRYKER TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN!! Immediately, he goes for the pin on Ashley, but she’s already rolled out the ring and down to the floor. Turning his attention to his two other opponents, he sees them slowly trying to surround him. Lowering his centre of gravity into a fighting stance, he beckons with his hands for them to ‘Bring it!’ and both of them oblige. AG3 goes for a kick, but Brian catches her leg, only to be taken down by a sudden chopblock from Riley that allows AG3 to hit an enzuigiri for the double team! Grabbing Brian by the ankle, Riley drags him over to the ring post and slides out the ring so the post is between his legs. Then she BASHES the inside of his left knee against the ring post! Brian howls in pain, and AG3 grabs his right leg and does the same, followed by Riley repeating it with the left! A furious Hunter Werth yells at both of them, warning them to get off Stryker and get back in the ring. Riley merely smirks at her former boyfriend, when the opportunistic AG3 suddenly smashes her face into the ringpost! As Riley slumps, AG3 slams several knees into back of her head, grinding her face further into the ring post! With Riley down, AG3 rolls back into the ring and goes for the pin on Brian Stryker ONE! KICKOUT!! Picking up Brian, she tries to back him into the other corner, kneeing him repeatedly in the gut. Grabbing his leg, she hangs it over the middle rope, and backs up. Going for a running punt to the inside of Brian’s knee- SPRINGOARD METEORA FROM ASHLEY CHASE!!! The Crown Jewel of the Chase Family rolls to her feet, grabbing an incoming AG3 and throwing her down with a samoan drop! She’s back up in seconds to hit Brian Stryker with the Kick of Doom! Then- Backstabber from Riley! The move blindsides Ashley, and Riley spins her around, going for a codebreaker to complete her Up Down, Up Down finisher! But Ashley holds onto the ropes to block the move! Changing tactics, Riley grabs Ashley in a headlock but Ashley shoots her off into the ropes, dropping down as Riley comes back before hitting the ropes herself, WALK OF FA-! No! A crafty Riley Lynn grabs hold of the ropes, stopping her momentum and causing Ashley to hit nothing but air! Sudddenly AG3 grabs Riley from behind and pulls the back of her neck down against the ring ropes! At the same time, Brian grabs Ashley for the spn out powerbomb he calls ‘Stryke 2’, but Ashley backflips out of it, landing behind Brian and grabbing him in a fireman’s carry for a Gucci drop attempt! But Brian fights out and shoots her into the ropes, throwing her over his head with a backbody drop, only for her to over-rotate in mid air and catch AG3 in a frontlip hurricanrana!! ONE! TWO!! BRIAN BREAKS IT UP!! He goes after Ashley, trying to lock in A Freak Accident (Pumphandle lift into cutter), but Ashley spins out and strikes him with the CHASE-tizer slap!! AG3 attacks! Going for a running knee lift! But Ashley dodges out the way! Riley Go Round! (Diving Hurricanrana) NO! Ashley holds on! Still standing, and THROWS RILEY AT BRIAN AND AG3, KNOCKING THEM ALL DOWN!!! As her opponents roll out the ring, Ashley collapses. Arms burning with agony from the strength it took to throw Riley like that. The other three climb back into the ring, and now all four are in there together, staring each other down… Immediately, the brawl begins! Everyone fighting everyone! Brian takes control of Riley, forcing her into the corner! While AG3 does the same with Ashley in the opposite corner! Brian lights up Riley’s chest with a knife edge chop, lifting her up to go for A Stryking End! (Top rope Spanish Fly) On the other corner, Ashley fights out, whipping AG3 towards the other two, but AG3 reverses the momentum and sends Ashley towards them, only for Ashley to leap up onto the top rope to grab Riley in an Avalanche Northern Lights Suplex attempt!! AG3 races towards them, springing of the ropes and twisting in midair to grab Ashley for a springboard avalanche blockbuster as they all come offf the top… A STRYKING END/AVALANCHE NORTHERN LIGHTS/BLOCKBUSTER TOWER OF DOOM COMBINATION!!!!! The ring shakes from the impact as all four bodies hit the mat! For a good few seconds, no-one is moving… Then Brian slowly crawls over to Riley for the pin. ONE! TWO!! THREE!! AG3 WITH THE SAVE!! The crowd boos as AG3 grabs Stryker, trying to lock in a muay thai clinch. But Brian spins out of it, going for Stryke Out (rolling cutter), only for her to grab him by the back of his neck and raise her knees into his face!! Brian reels back and AG3 is about to move in, when something catches her eye. There's a commotion up on the stage, as a bloody and beaten John Blade comes tumbling out from the curtain! His face is a crimson mask, and the poor kid can barely stand. Behind him, is Alex Reyn. Looking down at his victim coldly. Bloody lead pipe in hand. His body is still covered with bandages, and he walks with an obvious limp. But his condition is nowhere NEAR as bad as John Blade’s right now. Brian watches the scene with horror, already, he’s moving to help John Blade, when- DROPKICK FROM AG3!!! The move is a thing of beauty, and blasts Brian in the face! AG3 grabs him, going for the cover! ONE! TWO!! ASHLEY WITH THE SAVE!! Brian rolls out the ring as the two women roll to their feet. Ashley goes for the Kick of Doom, but AG3 grabs her leg! Trying to sweep the other one, but Ashley counters with a one legged kip-up into a modified small package!!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! KICK OUT!! Back up on the stage, Alex raises the lead pipe, ready to bring it down on a helpless AG3’s skull… BRIAN STRYKER BLASTS HIM FROM BEHIND!! The former Bloodlust Champion grabs Reyn by the hair and punches the East Wind square in the mouth! Picking up the lead pipe, he swings it directly into Alex Reyn’s back before grabbing Reyn and throwing him off the stage!! Alex hits the floor with force, rolling and tumbling. He tries to shake off the pain as he looks up at Brian Stryker standing defiantly on the stage. Lead pipe in hand. Against an armed, uninjured former champion, with himself still recovering from his battle in the Mansion, Alex doesn’t stand a chance. And Brian knows it. Brian Stryker Leave. Now. Alex growls, but it’s all he can do as he slowly backs away, slinking into the shadows and dissapearing from sight. Brian turns away from him to check on John Blade. Back inside the ring, AG3 and Ashley are still fighting! AG3 goes for a Oblique Kick to Ashley’s knee, but Ashley backpedals away into the ropes. AG3 is showing no mercy however and tries to grapple her against the ropes! Hunter immediately tries to break it up, and that’s all the distraction Ashley needs to score with the CHASE-tizer, followed by a Gucci Drop! (Backpack Stunner) She backs up into the corner! Looking for it… WALK OF FAME- ALEXICUTION!!!! The liver shot kick strikes Ashley dead on as she comes in! Her skin goes pale, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she collapses from the paralysing, overwhelming pain. AG3 smirks, looking down at her fallen opponent. Victory is at hand! RILEY FROM BEHIND! LEVEL 9 TO AG3!! The reverse frankensteiner drops AG3 down on the top of her head as Riley surveys the carnage. Looking between her two opponents. Then she smirks and moves to cover Ashley. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner!!! Riley!! LYNN!!! Riley smirks as she looks down at her beaten rival… Suddenly, she grabs Ashley by the hair and slams her face into the mat! Savagely punching her over and over again! Hunter immediately rushes to Ashley’s defense, pulling the enraged Riley Lynn off of her! Riley lashes out at Hunter, but he grabs her by the arm! Slipping behind her.. HUNTED DOWN!! (Cobra Clutch Slam) As Hunter’s former friend rolls out the ring, he moves to check on Ashley. Making sure she’s okay. WINNER: Riley Lynn via pinfall (9:10) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:10 AM Post #4 |
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![]() The scene fades back into the arena as the fans awaited what was next to come. Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. BRIAN MASON: Ah hell. JACK WARREN: YESSSS!!!!!!! BRIAN MASON: I was dreading this moment. The camera then pans towards the crowd as HKW World Champion Lance Winters is seen standing at the top of a stairway holding his championship belt looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. JACK WARREN: What are you talking about, Mase? This is a glorioussssss moment! BRIAN MASON: What kind of horrendous fairy tale are you living in Jack? This is horrible. JACK WARREN: I’m living in a fantastic time, Mase! Atwater is gone! He’s no longer champion. I don’t have to deal with the stench of that pint of shit anymore! The Man is happy Mase!? And if The Man is happy! The world is happy! So cheer up, Mase. As fans reach out to try and touch him, Lance pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen...Making his way to the ring. He is the President of the Reapers In Pride...and THE HKW WORLD CHAMPION…..LLAANNCCEEE WINNTTERRRSS!!!! He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on Viperi. He looks at her up and down and walks over to her only to snatch the microphone out of her hands. Whisper quickly gets out of the ring not wanting to deal with Winters any longer. BRIAN MASON: Disgusting… Lance laughs as the music begins to die down. He adjusts his championship belt on his shoulders and basks in the boos from the crowd before speaking. LANCE WINTERS: OOOOOOOOHHHHH toouuchhyyy group TONIGHT, HUH? More boos. LANCE WINTERS: Why so ANGRY, hmm? HAVE I NOT DONE YOU people a GREAT SERVICE? With all the time I’VE BEEN HERE, HAVE I NOT done right by ALL OF YOU?! The fans who disagree with him boo at the top of their lungs. The champion shakes his laugh while still chuckling. LANCE WINTERS: Ungrateful...ALL OF YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECES OF SHIT?! THE REAPERS are your champion now. BE GRATEFUL. Boos. LANCE WINTERS: Be grateful?! Boos. LANCE WINTERS: BE GRATEFUL?! The crowd continues to boo. Lance hangs over the ropes and just laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Oh I see...THIS IS WHERE OL’ FELLY IS FROM huh? Good ol’ NEW JERZZ OF LEEE. The rowdy fans boo in response. LANCE WINTERS: You people should feel HONORED THAT I EVEN came out here to celebrate SUCH A GREAT VICTORY with you all. My celebration was CUT JUST A LITTLE SHORT at Catastrophe but I WILL NOT LET ANY OF YOU FUGLY MUNCHER FUCKS ruin my celebration today! The fans begin to chant Felicity’s name. Lance hangs his head and chuckles. LANCE WINTERS: Must be common with people from New Jersey, I suppose….All ungrateful. BECAUSE IF YOU ASK ME she’s just as UNGRATEFUL as the rest of you. The boo as Lance looks up with a grin. LANCE WINTERS: You do something NICE FOR SOMEONE and what do I get in RETURN? NOT EVEN A THANK YOU. Not even a pat on the DAMN BACK. You people make me sick. I should just get out OF THIS RING AND beat some sense into your brains. IS THAT IT? IS THAT WHAT I have to do? The fans continue to boo. LANCE WINTERS: Oh I don’t mind...IT’LL BRING GREAT joy to meeeeeee. THE REAPERS ARE the champions now AND WE CAN AND WILL DO WHATEVER THE FUCK we please...And right now? He steps back and cracks his neck. LANCE WINTERS: I feel like GETTING KNEE DEEP IN some cracked skulls. HOW BOU--- “YOU FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!” “Malevolence” by New Years Day fills the arena speakers causing the Newark crowd to explode for their home-state girl. The cameras pan around the arena, everyone on their feet as Felicity steps out from the back and onto the stage. JACK WARREN: Go ahead, Mason. It’s time for you to fanboy. BRIAN MASON: No. I’ve been reading the dirtsheets lately and it seems people don’t approve of my … attachment to certain talents on the roster. JACK WARREN: So you’re saying you’re not going to degrade Luke Wisia when he’s out here?! BRIAN MASON: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time. Noticeable around Felicity’s shoulders is a gold cut that resembles RIP’s- only Felicity’s has “Supreme” written where the patches would be, and a large crown covering the back. She stares at her people with a smirk on her face, visibly happy to be home. JACK WARREN: We just HAAAAD to be in New Jersey, didn’t we? BRIAN MASON: *sips tea* Felicity steps around at the top of the stage, twirling a microphone around in her right hand as she gestures for the “monkey’s in the back” to cut her music. FELICITY BANKS: Jesus Christ, Lance. I swear, the longer you went on, the more you were starting to sound like Ol’ Billy Joe McCleary. Toss in a yeehaw or an I’LL TELL YA!~ and it would’ve been perfect! But this is alllllll really irrelevant as to why I’m out here. She sighs into the microphone, turning her body to face the ring and the HKW World champion. FELICITY BANKS: I really didn’t wanna come out here and ruin you precious little moment, Lance. Not at all. Actuuuuually I planned on coming out here way later to address my people on my own time, but then you went ahead and used a word to describe me that I hate. A word that… She chuckles sarcastically, shaking her head before she speaks back up. FELICITY BANKS: … just really doesn’t fit when you’re talking about the goddamn SUPREEEEMAAAAAAAHHHH! The crowd repeats the nickname along with Felicity, Lance rolling his eyes at the scene. FELICITY BANKS: Ungrateful. Nope, you see, Lance- I’m grateful for everything good that’s in my life. I’m grateful that these people put up with my mood swings and let me slide here and there whenever I say or do some questionable things. I’m grateful that despite my lack of achievements over the last year, the vast majority of people back there strive to be what I’ve become. A bona fide fuckin’ star. A money maker no matter where I go! THEE TOP DRAW OF NOT JUST HKW, BUT THIS WHOLE GODDAMN BUSINESS! NOBODY CAN PULL IN THE MONEY I DO! The crowd cheer Felicity’s passion, Lance staring up at her with a conniving grin. FELICITY BANKS: But you wanna know what I’m not grateful for? Having you and the Reapers on my goddamn show. A few years ago I made a mistake by doing business with you and the club. I made a judgement call because I felt disrespected and spat on by two people who were supposed to be my friends, and I’ve questioned that call ever since. Why did I do it? Was it worth it? Would Ashley and Charlie ever forgive me or understand what I felt like when I made that choice? Those were the things that I knew I’d be dealing with for awhile, but what I didn’t know was that I’d have you bitching, pissing and moaning about not getting a thank you TWO years later. She stops, taking in a deep breath as she steps a little down the ramp. FELICITY BANKS: You wanna know why you never got a thank you, Lance? Because ... that? She shakes her head from side to side, a scowl forming on her face, FELICITY BANKS: Not even close to one of my proudest moments at all. But since you’re so desperate to be a highlight in my life, don’t worry! I’ll make sure to dedicate a whole chapter of my book to how I beat you at Destiny and reclaimed my throne to become QUEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. She smirks. FELICITY BANKS: … again. Winters looks around to the crowd who were cheering for the hometown hero that bet Felicity Banks. He groans as he looks back up the ramp at Felicity banks. LANCE WINTERS: HOW NICE OF YOU to just to COME OUT AND JOIN THE party. I’m so happy to HAVE YOUR ACQUAINTS, Felly but you’re REALLY NOT NEEDED. He motions his hands flicking his wrist. LANCE WINTERS: GO ON shew. No one wants you TAKING UP ALL THE LIMELIGHT as you usually do. Go one. MOSEY ON BACK while I deal with all THESE WEAPERS. Go on. BUH BUH BYE NOW, SWEETY. Thanks for COMING. Byeeee. Lance rolls his eyes. LANCE WINTERS: So rude. As I was sa-- FELICITY BANKS: No. The crowd pops as Felicity cuts Lance off again. FELICITY BANKS: I’ve had about enough of you disrespecting my people, sooooo! She shine off a sarcastic grin. FELICITY BANKS: I’m gonna stand out here and interrupt you whenever you get going because IIIIIIII know that you don’t like your authority questioned. IIIIIII know you don’t like it when someone tells you no or does the complete opposite of what you DEMAND they do. She stops, only to listen to her home-state crowd chant her name. FELICITY BANKS: Benefits of being the prezz of the most notorious biker gang out there, I guess. Everyone fears the Prez because if the Prez wanted to? He’d have your head… She snaps her fingers. FELICITY BANKS: … just like that. If the Prez tells you to do something, you do it! Because if you don’t? He puts you down! And I’ve seen it. I’ve literally seen Reapers and HKW wrestlers alike vanish after they crossed you. The playful demeanor of Felicity’s changes to something more serious, no emotion on her face as she shifts her focus to the HKW World championship in Lance’s hand. FELICITY BANKS: The difference between me and everyone else, Lance? There’s a not damn thing you can do to keep me down. There’s not a damn thing you can do to break me. Whenever someone thinks they finally have me finished, I come back faster. I come back stronger. I come back more determined to accomplish what I set out to accomplish, and right now? There’s nothing in life that I want more than that fifteen pounds of gold in your grasp...and at Destiny 4? She squints, shifting her focus back over to Lance. FELICITY BANKS: That title is coming home. Felicity flips the microphone out of her hand and spins around. Lance looks around the arena as the fans cheer for Felicity. He shakes his head telling them to all shut up away from the microphone but you could still hear him. BRIAN MASON: Haha! Take that, Lance Weaknters?! JACK WARREN: What? Shut the hell up, Brian. You’re such a goddamn lame. WHy don’t you go back to acting professional, choir boy! Lance watches as Felicity begins to head to the back and he raises the microphone back up to his lips. LANCE WINTERS: Oh yeah!? We’ll see about that MISSY SUPRAH?! WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT?! Shut up! I said shut the hell up!? Lance flings the microphone into the crowd not caring who it might’ve when landing. He rolls out of the ring and gets in a few fans faces even acting as if he was actually going to punch him. The scene slowly fades away as he storms up the ramp in a rage. ![]() PAX MAYSON: Leave the bottle. The words were muttered when the bartender refilled his whiskey glass. Top shelf shit too because he wasn’t the one paying. JAY MAYSON: Y’like spendin’ my money, kid. The man beside him said, a wry smirk on his lips. He was older and his face was weathered like a road map of all the things he’d seen in his long life. A scar ran through one eyebrow and the iris of his left eye was milky and washed out. Long, thinning dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his skull. He cast a glance over his shoulder uncomfortably. PAX MAYSON: Just ignore the cameras. Y’get used to ‘em. Pax tipped his glass of whiskey back, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat. JAY MAYSON: You might. The fuck are they followin’ you for? Pax shrugged. PAX MAYSON: Slow night? Fuck if I know. The two men sat in silence for a minute until Pax reached out and wrapped a hand around the neck of the bottle, pouring another half a glass full though he looked tempted for a moment to just drink straight from the bottle. JAY MAYSON: Slow down, kid. Shit, gonna kill yourself with this shit. Y’gotta slow down. The older man snatched the bottle away and refilled his own glass. Pax scowled and knocked back a third of his glass. PAX MAYSON: Too fuckin’ mean to die, Jay. The older man laughed. JAY MAYSON: Y’keep sayin’ that. Been sayin’ it as long as I’ve known you but y’know as well as I do that it ain’t true. Gonna rot your fuckin’ liver out before y’hit twenty-five. Mayson shrugged, fiddling awkwardly with the glass. He was building towards something, something that he obviously wanted to say but he didn’t know how to get the words out. The two men sat there in silence for a few more minutes before Pax finally muttered. PAX MAYSON: So what? You just live here now? Got a picket fuckin’ fence too? Jay scrubbed a hand down his face. JAY MAYSON: Kid, I couldn’t live the life you’re leading forever. I had to settle down eventually. Just like you will. That revelation made Pax scowl, shrugging it off as he sucked down another third of the glass. PAX MAYSON: Not me. JAY MAYSON: Yes, you. Shit, Pax… what’re you planning on doing? Running around and fuckin’ a new ugly skank in every state? Y’acting like I died… I didn’t. I just bought a house… stayed in one place for a while. Got a woman who puts up with my sorry ass. That revelation brought silence from the younger man who sighed into his whiskey. JAY MAYSON: But why’re we talkin’ about me? We came here to talk about you, boy. Never thought I’d see the day you went legit. Jay laughed, keeping the bottle strategically away from Pax as he refilled his own glass again. PAX MAYSON: Why’s that? The older man laughed. JAY MAYSON: It’s organized… got rules and shit. You’re the farthest thing from organized, kid. Shit, you’re downright reckless. I saw that shit on Catastrophe. And I ain’t talkin’ about the Mansion of Ruin shit. Pax scrubbed a hand down his face and laughed. PAX MAYSON: That wasn’t supposed to be recorded… shit, I didn’t even remember it happened until I saw the shit. JAY MAYSON: Kid, you just better hope the Preacher didn’t see that shit. Pax’s eyes widened a little as though the thought of the man who raised him seeing his drunken antics with Molly Reid on live television. PAX MAYSON: Didn’t even think about that... The older man threw his head back as he laughed louder. JAY MAYSON: Shit, didn’t look like you were thinkin’ about uch but gettin’ your dick wet, son. See, that’s what I mean about organized. Not sayin’ it’s bad that y’wrestlin’ but I just didn’t see it in the cards for you. S’all. So what’s next after that? Pax shrugged. PAX MAYSON: Do this Destiny Cup shit. Keep an eye on that bitch with my title. Get my title back. I know wrestling's not really… it’s not somethin’ I saw myself doin’ either. But I like it. Makes me feel like I’m doin’ somethin’. Jay cuffed the younger man over the shoulder and refilled his glass. JAY MAYSON: Well, I’m proud as fuck of y’kid. Y’needed this. Just focus on the Destiny Cup… keep your head in that game. The Bloodlust title will be there when that’s over. But that shit? That’s gonna push you some place bigger. Y’can come back to the title. PAX MAYSON: Yeah… Pax trailed off, throwing back another glass of the whiskey. When he speaks again, his voice is a little softer than it normally is, PAX MAYSON: Hey, thanks for… comin’ out, Uncle Jay… He was lonelier than he wanted to admit on the road. He didn’t make friends… made enemies easier than that and those quick connections that mostly involved picking up some slut in the bar. He’d missed the man beside him, even if he didn’t know how to admit it. JAY MAYSON: Yeah, well… I missed ya, kid. The scene fades out as Pax tries to sneak the bottle of whiskey out of his Uncle’s grip and the two men rough house over the bottle. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a first round match in the Destiny Cup! It is set for one fall… Stick ‘Em Up Kid by Zebrahead begins to play and Angelo Sands walks out onto the ramp with a look of confidence on his face. He looks around the arean nodding with his hands on his hips as he begins to walk to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Durham, North Carolina… one half of the Swiss-Italian Connection… ANGELO SANDS! As he makes it to the ring he climbs the ring steps and wipes his boots on the apron before sliding between the ropes and climbing a turnbuckle, raising his fists to the crowd. He nods and hops down, walking to a corner and readying for the match. BRIAN MASON: Here we go, Destiny Cup time! JACK WARREN: You really want to see these two fight? Come on, man… Angelo looks up the ramp, awaiting an opponent he’s quite familiar with. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… Stick ‘Em Up Kid by Zebrahead plays again and here comes Markus FK, raising his arms to the crowd on the ramp. He walks to the ring, alternating his hands on his wrists getting loose. WHISPER VIPERI: From Sion, Switzerland… the other half of the Swiss-Italian Connection… MARKUS FK! He climbs the apron and looks across at his partner in the Swiss Italian Connection and nods and then enters the ring. He goes to the center and raises one fist to the sky as the music fades and the action is about to begin. BRIAN MASON: This should be an interesting match between two men that know each other quite well, let’s see how it relates as opponents. JACK WARREN: It’s Destiny Cup time, friendships and alliances mean nothing. Only advancing and winning the cup! Both men stand in the ring, staring at each other in anticipation, and the referee goes over to the time keeper and gives the signal. DESTINY CUP, FIRST ROUND: SINGLES MATCH Angelo Sands vs. Markus FK DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and the two members of the Swiss-Italian Connection circle each other, measuring each other up. They’ve teamed long enough to know each other’s tendencies and weaknesses so it would seem and both seem hesitant to make the first move. Markus FK shoots in looking to grab a leg for a takedown and Angelo grabs a side headlock and jockeys him around for position in the ring, but Markus maneuvers them into the ropes and the ref calls for a break. Angelo lets go and Markus blisters him with a chop and grabs him in a side headlock of his own with a smirk on his face. Markus drags him out to the center of the ring but Angelo keeps his feet out and wide to keep some leverage, and after failing to wedge free of the hold he takes a step forwards and shoves Markus off into the ropes. Markus bounces off and returns with a shoulder tackle that knocks Angelo to the mat. Markus continues running the ropes, but Angelo pops up and leapfrogs over him on the return, and Markus careens into the far ropes once more and comes back and Angelo drops down to the mat. Markus hops over him and stops on a dime, dropping an elbow on the back of Angelo’s head. He picks Angelo up and takes him back down hard with a lariat, only to haul him up and hoist him over his head with a stalling suplex, showing off his height and weight advantage. Markus drops him over and Angelo crashes down on the mat. BRIAN MASON: Markus has the size and power advantage here, it’s in Angelo’s best interests to make this match as long as possible and wear Markus out. JACK WARREN: Look at you, with the analysis. And god, really… a long match? Please no! Markus picks him up and whips Angelo into the ropes looking for another lariat, but Angelo ducks it and hits the far ropes rebounding back and hits a running knee lift that staggers Markus and drops him to one knee. Angelo grabs him by the back of the head and then blasts him in the face several times with knee lifts to the jaw and nose, before pushing off and hitting him with a low dropkick that sends Markus flat on his back. Angelo scurries over and unleashes several leaping elbow drops to the chest and neck area. He slaps on an arm bar with Markus on the mat. Markus slaps at his arm and gets up to a sitting position as Angelo leans over him still barring the arm and keeping his leverage above him. Markus gets to a knee and is able to to get off some palm strakes to the stomach, finally turning enough to punch Angelo in the chest and breaking the hold. Angelo rushes back to reapply the hold and Markus hits a snap scoop powerslam out of nowhere and both men are down on their backs for a moment. BRIAN MASON: Big move to grind things to a screeching halt. JACK WARREN: Yeah, like Brian Mason with an awkward comment on his date night. Hey-O! Markus gets to his feet and drags Angelo up, and Angelo swings at him but Markus ducks it and winds up behind him where he locks his fingers around Angelo’s waist and pops his hips back to uncork a blistering release German suplex that folds Angelo up and gets the crowd on their feet at the impressive move. Sensing the crowd reaction, Markus rolls up to a knee with a slight smirk and nod, running a hand through his hair. He gets up and drags Angelo to his feet and boots him in the gut, encircling his arm around his neck for a DDT. But Angelo punches him in the side and escapes the hold, sliding out. Angelo boots Markus in the gut and hits a snap DDT of his own! Angelo hits some more elbow drops and then lifts Markus up by the head enough to rear back and knee him hard on the face. Markus flops back to the mat and Angelo covers… ONE! KICKOUT! With Markus dazed on the mat, Angelo climbs the turnbuckles and beckons for him to rise, lifting his arms and inciting the crowd even more. Markus finally gets to his feet facing away from Angelo and turns with a stagger, only for Angelo to leap off and hit him between the eyes with a huge diving double axehandle! Angelo is feeling it and he puts the boots to Markus before dragging him up and mustering up enough strength to hit a full nelson facebuster on the bigger man, which took the crowd by surprise! He covers again… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Angelo can’t quite put him away here… JACK WARREN: My money’s on Markus, just to play devil’s advocate…. Angelo gets up, whipping his head around and looking out at the arena, nodding his head and shaking his fist as the crowd begins to get more hyped. He climbs the turnbuckles once more and beckons for Markus to get back up. Markus finally hobbles up and Angelo leaps off for a flying cross body… but Markus catches him mid-air and whips around slamming him hard to the mat once more with a snap powerslam, and both men are flat on their backs once more! Markus takes a breather for only a moment before he finds the strength to get up and haul Angelo up, lifting him aloft for a Gorilla press, before slamming him down to the mat so hard it shook the canvas causing Markus to hop a bit from the reverberations. He picks up Angelo and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound for a huge sitout spinebuster! Markus rolls on for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Markus slaps the mat and gets up, bringing Angelo with him. He whips him into the ropes again and lowers his head, sending Angelo to the mat with a back bodydrop. Angelo flops to a standstill and Markus runs over and leps high dropping a massive knee across his chest, and then repeats the gesture across his face. He picks Angelo up and whips him hard into the corner, and the goes over and whips him into the opposite corner. This time he runs in and delivers a massive clothesline, catching him before he fell and deliver a fluid belly to belly suplex out of the corner. Markus covers again… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Just like Angelo earlier, Markus cannot finish this… JACK WARREN: Who did I saw I wanted to win? I don’t even care! Even though he didn’t get the three count, Markus feels confident as he hauls up Angelo and whuips him into the ropes again, catching him with a samoan drop on the rebound. Markus sits up, looking around the crowd and its obvious his confidence might be hiding the fact that he’s starting to get gassed in there as the match has drawn on. He decides to slow the pace and put Angelo away, as he picks him up and slaps on a massive bear hug, picking up the smaller man and wrenching away at him, shaking him back and forth. Angelo’s head and arms hang limp in the grip of the submission hold, and it is clear to those at ringside that he’s having a hard time getting his breath as Markus constricts the hold tighter and tighter like a python squeezing its prey. Markus continues to violently shake him back and forth until Angelo is completely motionless and then Markus stands still so the ref can check him. The ref raises his arm once… It falls! He raises it a second time…. It falls! He raises it a third and decisive time… And it falls…. Only halfway! Angelo holds his arm aloft as the crowd erupts, and his arm begins to shake, as he lifts the arm higher and forms a fist. He looks up at Markus who has a slight look of disbelief, and his face is soon met with a punch, and then another. Angelo blasts a forearm across the jaw of Markus, and the bigger man staggers a bit. Angelo fires an elbow to the side of the neck that chokes him up and wedges an arm between there chest, getting leverage to push free of the hold, as Markus locked fingers loosen and the grip is broken. Angelo takes a half step back and hits Markus in the face with a standing dropkick that sends the big man back into the ropes. With a shot of adrenaline in his system, Angelo grabs Markus arm’s from behind and lifts him aloft, bouncing his thighs off the top ropes for added momentum as he pops his hips back and takes Markus down with a tiger suplex! As the crowd is amazed at the feat, Angelo carwls over with anguish on his face and locks in the Sands Stretch on Markus. The bigger man is trapped in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go, and unable to even tap, the referee kneels down to hear him submit! BRIAN MASON: What a turn of events… it looked like Markus had him with the bear hug, but Angelo showed his perseverance out here. JACK WARREN: Will you stop using big words I don’t understand? I’m just glad it’s over! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… ANGELO SANDS! Angelo’s music plays and he rolls up to a sitting position, the referee lifting his hand from there. Markus grimaces rolling up and acknowledging Angelo with a nod. BRIAN MASON: It will be interesting to see where Angelo goes from here after vanquishing his partner in a hard fought match. JACK WARREN: I’m gonna make one guarantee, this little feel good story ain’t gonna translate into winning the Destiny Cup, you heard it here first! Angelo celebrates up the ramp, as Markus rolls out holding his shoulder and walks up the ramp with his head down. WINNER: Angelo Sands via submission (9:48) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:14 AM Post #5 |
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![]() BRIAN MASON: Defiance continues after constant eye opening action. JACK WARREN: You call that action? I nearly went to sleep here. THE MAN, knows action. That, was anything but. “Unnecessary (Instrumental)” by Childish Gambino begins to play as the crowd takes the cue to immediately boo the roof off the Prudential Center. JACK WARREN: There we go, something THE MAN can agree with. THE NEW World Tag Team Champions are here Brian. The lights dim as the beat starts. As the tempo of the song speeds up, Surgical Tendencies emerge from the backstage area onto the stage. The HKW World Tag Team Titles held by each on their outside shoulders. They stand side by side, looking towards the crowd who send boo after boo at the duo. They observe the riff raff until William looks at DeMarcus, who looks back. They nod and make their way to the ring, ignoring the fans as they go by. BRIAN MASON: They ended the record setting reign of Sine Mora at Catastrophe then proceeded to mess up a damn good #1 Contenders match. They are not to be agreed with Jack. Reaching the ring William Alexander Andrews walks up the stairs wiping his feet on the ring apron while DeMarcus does his impressive jump from the floor to the ring apron. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing THE HKW World Tag Team Champions!! DeMarcus Gresham, William Alexander Andrews....Surgical Tendencies! They get inside the ring and DeMarcus politely opens the ropes to allow Whisper out of the ring and thanks her once she hands him the mic which he gives his partner. Whisper walks back over with another microphone to give to DeMarcus and he once again thanks her as the music fades. The crowd’s boo level rises with the end of the music as WAA brings the mic to his lips. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: For five months, I’ve been apart of Defiance. For a couple more added to that, I’ve been a part of HKW. In my time under the HKW banner, I’ve saw people who didn’t care for this sport. For seven or so months, I have watched people like JZ Crowns and Luke Wisia care more about their social media presence than putting the required effort into this business. More about flexing twitter fingers than working on their craft that provides them the platform that which they boast from. I have seen people like a supposed hall of famer Felicity Banks make a point to prove their social media blackout to “focus” on her craft. I’ve seen countless and I mean countless people attempt to claim their worth inside this ring and regardless of the result, fail to do so. And the worst of all, I’ve been in this ring, performing and respecting this business like only me and my tag team partner can and you ungrateful, disrespectful, “fans” and yet when we do what we claim we are going to do, be it pinning the Flava-less Bros and sending them to Subversion, be it doing what no other team could do and pinning Sine Mora not once, but twice, or be it walking out of Philadelphia with these HKW World Tag Team Championships. William and DeMarcus hold the titles high into the air, where they remain as William continues to speak. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: We do what we set out to do, we make and fulfill our promises unlike your heroes and your idols. We walk out the winners, we walk out as champs and yet, you jeer us and disrespect us but you cheer losers like Sine Mora because you respect them? The duo who paraded around as dominant champions when they faced poor competition? The duo that when a real team with a common ideal to follow stepped up to them, they fall? You respect them? William brings the title down and approaches the ropes, and leans on the top rope, leaning into the crowd. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: How dare you! How dare you respect those who do not respect this business! How dare you sit there and purchase your Reapers in Pride shirts, your Queen Supreme headbands, your Jinzai posters, your Brian Stryker sippy cups, and show your love and adulation and respect for them, who disrespect this business and when tradition and wrestling purity arrive, you treat it like an ugly red-headed step-child. William backs off as DeMarcus nods in agreement. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But I shouldn’t be surprised. Because this problem didn’t just happened. I’ve been a part of this company for a short time, and DeMarcus a bit longer than I, but this problem outdates either of us. I’ve watched this company for some time and I’ve seen this problem be fostered, nurtured, and presented as a glorious feature of this company. For three years now, HKW has spat in the face of the wrestling business. Putting forth trash and unfit wrestlers and calling them champions. Some of the most talented wrestlers have called themselves champions here, but all of them, unfit for the name, “Champion”. See when you step in this ring, it’s not about your talent. Talent gets you as far as it got Sine Mora, which is far, but not obviously not far enough. It’s not about the love and respect of you fans, if so we wouldn’t be standing here as your HKW World Tag Team Champions. It’s not about luck, luck doesn’t exist. It’s level of respect for the tradition and the pioneers of this business and the two men you see in front of you are on a level unto themselves. For three years, HKW has shown a lack of respect for professional wrestling. HKW has allowed people like the Reapers in Pride to be, HKW has allowed people like Brian Stryker to call himself a champion, HKW has allowed folks like Jackie Fowler to call himself a champion. Worst of all, people like Scarlet Flint, who is talented and dangerous are led to believe that they are too dangerous at their best and coast. Tonight, Scarlet, bring your best, please. If it was anything like your attack on me at Catastrophe, I look forward to your best not being good enough to beat me. William takes a breath. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: HKW has put forth unworthy champions and you fans have eaten it up. But Pro Wrestling, be proud for you finally have worthy champions. Be proud, because finally there are championship holders who deserve to be such. DeMarcus nods looking at William giving a few claps of his hand against his microphone before looking out to the booing crowd. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Behold… He takes the belt from his shoulder and extends it out with his hand. William takes the cue and does the same. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Two men who will forever be greater than any one of you...behold, the personification of everything better than you. Behold---and thank your surgeons. The crowd goes into a frenzy of boos at this point as William and DeMarcus holds their pose for a little while longer. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: My partner in mind is precise in his words. The actions we have made all in correlation to the words we’ve said. Our motives, our message still misunderstood and bastardized for foolish reaching points. To the number of those still in the darkness take heed. The uncrowned kings are now crowned. The tradition stands triumphant. The respect now reigns. Our name speaks of the tendency to surgically repair the business that is Pro Wrestling. Align the mind, body, and spirit of the business. Enlighten so meticulously. DeMarcus shows emphasis in his words by bringing his index finger and thumb close together as if measuring the attention to each and every detail in what they’ve done and accomplished. The boos compete with the booming depth of his voice. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Step by step since our very first appearance on Defiance we have removed, adjusted, and remade all those who have stood against us. We did this before even coming together and have only became more mighty after doing so. Every cancer, every deformity, and each broken bone in HKW we have been in full repair of through and through. Just because we now stand here belts in hand the job is not yet done. The constant surgeries will continue as will our strides of greatness. Those who are not worthy will attempt. Those who are not respectful of this business will try, but they will not prevail. DeMarcus stops to look at William and then out toward the crowd where some have opted to throw some items into the ring at ST. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: We are the epicenter of the resurgence. We have illuminated the Tag Title scene on Defiance. We are the reason these belts now hold power again. We ended a phase for they were far from an era and now we write a new history. A worthwhile history. We are your representation. We are the reason you woke up out of your government assisted beds to walk into your government assisted kitchens to eat your government assisted eggs with your government assisted cheese all to make it here and watch two simply be grandiose. Which is something you will never be. Gifted. A cut above---masterful. Newark, New Jersey---HKW---The entire profession of wrestling. We gift you and you’re welcome. You are so very welcome. Happy Thanksgiving, thank your higher powers for what you have witnessed. William nods as he brings the mic to his mouth once more. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: And this illumination as DeMarcus put it, will not be dimmed for some time. See, we come from the place of respect, the place of tradition when you didn’t use titles to get to where you want to. See for us, these titles are everything. We’re going to show this titles the respect they deserve, the respect professional wrestling deserves. We’re going to hold these titles for a long, long time. Longer than Sine Mora, longer than 5150, we’re not going to trade these titles in opportunity. These are our opportunity to purify the tag division, something we see no other team capable of doing, and that is why we did what we did at Catastrophe. Neither Team DLC or Pretty Committee are able to do what we can. We deem who is worthy to be our opponents, and until we see such competitors, no one is worthy. A large red x appears on the tron accompanied by a buzzer sound. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the entrance way. "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. The lights suddenly go out. A few seconds go by followed by an exclamation point appearing on the tron. The lights come back on and Inferno is standing next to Zack. With microphones already in hand, Team DLC heads down the ramp toward the ring. Zack’s music cuts out. INFERNO:The legendary symbol of the Red X. It has long served mankind as a rudder which guides our progress through existence It’s sudden appearance means there is an immense amount of b.s. Going on, so much so that we may not be able to recover on our own. I personally dislike it when things don’t make any sense. Team DLC enters the ring. INFERNO: You talk of respect and yet you’ve shown nothing but disrespect. To yourselves, to those championship belts you happen to temporarily hold, to the competition which you fear is better than you. Oh that’s right, you’re actually afraid that tag teams like Zack and I are better than you because if you were truly as good as you think you are, you wouldn’t have interfered in our match to decide the number one contender to the Tag Team Championships. You wouldn’t have tried to stall the inevitable outcome, that Team DLC will become the HKW World Tag Team Champions in the very near future. What you did also gives away how incredibly naive the two of you are. If you genuinely think you’ve stopped us from eventually becoming the tag team champions, you two are even more delusional than Sine Mora and the Pretty Committee combined. The attention now turns to Zack, who seems very unhappy as he stares at Surgical Tendencies. ZACK JONES: My dad had this thing he used to tell me all the time back when I played football in high school. And right now, it fits this scenario so well. He basically said “Don’t be a little bitch, son. Little bitches are always the easiest to spot and the easiest to beat up on.” So when he told me that, I realized that I needed to be a man. That I needed to do whatever I could the right way. I realized that I could not run away from any challenges. Zack moves closer to WAA. ZACK JONES: It’s just a shame that none of those four generations of wrestlers taught you the same thing, because what you did at Catastrophe was nothing short of a bitch move, Billy. The audience lets out an “oooooooh” before beginning a chant of their own, as the usual ruckus Jersey crowds. “LIL’ BITCH! LIL’ BITCH! LIL’ BITCH!” William goes to say something, but the audience drowns him out with the chant, getting a big grin out of Zack, who turns his attention to DeMarcus once the fans and their chant dies down. ZACK JONES: And I thought you were a lot smarter than that, DeMarcus. I thought you were smart enough not to show your fear that easily. Then I guess being Gifted is really optional in some cases, like when it comes to use your brain, fathead. Jones moves back to the side of Inferno before addressing both men. ZACK JONES: Because, if you were smart enough, you wouldn’t have interfered. You would have stayed in the back and watched as Team DLC took care of business and came for those belts afterwards. You should’ve shown that you actually got a pair between the two of you by not ruining a match that was just getting good too. But instead, you played your card and it was a bad one. You made the wrong chess move and you’ve set yourself up for failure. Team DLC smells blood in the water and we know that you two are afraid of facing the ONLY undefeated team in Hard Knox Wrestling! Zack then begins pacing. ZACK JONES: And you can say all this shit about you deciding who are the worthy ones to challenge for those belts, but the records do not lie. We are the best team not holding gold in HKW right now and when you two stop running and realize that, then you’ll realize we’re taking those belts off of you too! Jones stops and scoffs. ZACK JONES: And don’t you dare think about calling us unworthy of fighting you ever again. This man right here… Zack points to Inferno. ZACK JONES: Only PDW Grand Slam champion. A former tag team champion alongside me. He’s forgotten more about the wrestling business than either of you two knuckleheads know about it! And me? The SSWA World champion chuckles. ZACK JONES: I’ve accomplished more in the past year than either of you two turds have accomplished in your careers COMBINED. 4th generation these nuts, I don’t give a damn about that. GIfted, my ass. The Gifted don’t run from their biggest challenge. Right now, Inferno and I are GREAT singles wrestlers. Combined and working as a unit? We’re the BEST damn tag team in H-K-DUBYA and you two know it! So you can keep on running or you can stand up and fight and actually prove that you’re REAL MEN...or you can prove that you’re little bitches instead. Another “ooh” from the audience, but that’s cut short when… Superficial by Hedi Montang hits over the public address system, as the boos begin to grow as stepping out with microphones in their hands is Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis, who are wearing matching Pretty Committee t-shirts. As the music dies down, as Veronica puts the microphone to her lips. VERONICA TAYLOR:Oh my god Bianca, these basics are boring these poor people, like look at all of them falling asleep listening to this. Like have they not heard there is only one team who these people pay their money to see and its not the basic tendencies! They make their way closer to the ring as Bianca says. BIANCA DAVIS:Gross, so dull we miss the emo chicks. VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh so sad they were clearly the most basic champions they lost, but ya know what's worse than them. These two geeks standing in the ring scaring the children with their horrible looks team DLC, like newsflash we are on our way to winning that match before dumb and dumber over there cost us our rightful number one contendership. So, this time the Pretty Committee now having entered the ring, eye their competition with a disgusted look at both teams in front of them. As, they then let out a bitchy chuckle looking at each other, before turning their glance back. BIANCA DAVIS: Now congrats Basic Tendencies you're the champions well for now. Until you face the Prettiest team in HKW. Because, all eyes are gonna be us because those belts are gonna be the ultimate accessories. That is why you saved Team DLC because you don’t want none of this. VERONICA TAYLOR:Ugh like so Team DLC can you just leave and a referee get out here so we can slay these basics holding our belts? Like Bye Felica. William looks at DeMarcus then back at both Veronica and Bianca. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Accessories? No. These championships aren’t an accessory for you dimwits. And it sure as hell ain’t something either of you two will see in some time. Neither of you are worthy nor fit. The fact our General Manager saw a need to bring you here is insane to. If somehow you flirt your way or give Price a blank check to give you a match against us, you will get twist, broken and shown that disrespect for this business will not be tolerated in our tag team division. DeMarcus then takes his moment to turn a look at Team DLC his facial expression very even keel as he raises his free hand to address them. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: The first thing you two can at least do before approaching YOUR champions in such a way is find proper fabric for your hoodies and trenchcoats. Style gentlemen. To become champions you must first look, act, and be the part. Speak the part. All these volatile words and unnecessary rudeness. All because we saved you both from humiliation by Megan and Heather Vandergeld over here. You should be doing your due diligence as well with the rest of this profession and thank your hard working surgeons. To be clear there’s nothing inside or outside of this ring, this state, or this entire sphere that my partner and I fear. That is a senseless and backtracking emotion that holds no weight here. The God of Anger told me to fear as countless others along this roster. You will never see this fear. We do not see this fear. What we do need to see is where you, young Jones, feel single accolades hold any presence here in the battle of units. It’s sad and redundant as I have already explained that dead stance to you and yet---you continue with the words and the quips and the ooohhs. DeMarcus scoffs and chuckles. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Pointless. You all deal in hypotheticals, we deal in facts and the fact is neither of you are worthy to face us and these words of fallacy you four spew from your lips does not help your standing. Now if you’ll excuse us inferiors, we have a city of lessers to laugh at. With that cue “Unnecessary (Instrumental)” by Childish Gambino begins to play as Surgical Tendencies take their leave by the ropes nearest to them climbing out of the ring. They hold their belts in the air walking on each opposite side of the ring and meet in the middle walking up the rampway to a chorus of boos and 4 people staring them down with extreme dislike. We cut backstage to reveal Jinx Hextall, who is seated behind a table, a mini-placard in faux-gold rests on a folding table set up between her and the camera that reads: “For your Consideration” Behind Jinx is a Stand with a black sheet draped over it, like it’s the reveal to an art show. JINX HEXTALL: Hello there, HKW fans of both the Defiance and Subversion variety - Hell, throw in the UNDERGROUND brand fans too, because I’m a Canadian, I don’t want ANYONE to feel excluded when it comes to the festivities of a democratic, pro-wrasslin’ landscape! She shines a cheesy thumbs up towards the camera. JINX HEXTALL: So tonight you’re all going to get the privilege of seeing myself and seven other talents battle it out to advance in the Destiny Cup, and eight more on Subversion! Sixteen people, fifteen matches and one grand prize! All wrapping up at Destiny: Chapter troi ... that’s uh, that’s three for the strict Anglophones amongst you. As if reiterating her point, she sheepishly holds up three fingers. JINX HEXTALL: Now I for one love tournaments, as I believe most fans do, because tournaments bring out something… special. There’s a definitive prize on the horizon, as well as brand loyalty - seeing who among the competing shows has more kickass talent - and just simple, honest ol’ bragging rights. It’s a platform for long-standing roster members to break the glass ceiling, and for noobs to make a lasting, positive impression. Jinx steeps her fingers under her chin before taking a deep breath, then pointing all ten fingers at the camera in a very overt ’BOI’ manner. JINX HEXTALL: This ‘ish makes careers, yo. So to be entered into this really means alot to me, and to most other wrestlers in this too! That said, something came to my attention, because I am nothing if not a blue-collared every-woman who’s CRAZY in-tune to what the average viewer wants to see- A caption that reads: ”CONTROVERSIAL OPINION” appears beneath the screen for a moment before it disappears. JINX HEXTALL: -that I know many of you have a problem that has faced ALL wrestling fans ever since the stacked roster of… uh, HARD KNOW WRESTLING, AMIRITE!? Another caption appears: ”Contractually-Obligated Masturbatory Company Aggrandization Moment” flashes by, from the right side of the screen a disembodied hand clutching a sack with a dollar sign appears. Without looking the Manitoba native grabs the sack of cash and sets it down underneath the table and out of sight of the camera. JINX HEXTALL: That problem? Who in a tournament like this do you put your chips behind? Let’s face it, it’s a tough question, especially considering the ‘any given Sunday’ nature of professional wrestling! With that Jinx turns and grabs the sheet that was covering the board behind her. It falls away to reveal the Destiny Cup brackets, each wrestler competing represented by photos that have… uh… visibly been copy and pasted off of the darkest depths of Deviant Art. There’s an anime-style image of Aries Armadaist fighting Godzilla, a rather questionable photo of Nest clad in leather ‘biker’ gear straight out of a fetish video, and Jinx’s opponent later tonight, Caitlin Bellamy, done up like a furry… it’s honestly quite disturbing. JINX HEXTALL: Uh, it’s fanart, so I can’t get a cease-and-desist for using company images… There’s a long pause as Jinx looks uncomfortable. JINX HEXTALL: … I swear that’s the only reason. The Hardcore Canuck clears her throat. JINX HEXTALL: ANYWAYS! As I was saying, there are a lot of favorites, and a lot of LONG-shots. I know I fall squarely into the later category, but I’m here, right now, recorded LIVE - some thirty-five minutes before this tape gets aired on HBO - to beseech upon the lot of you that I - Jennifer Jinxicus Vontavius Hextall, PhD Esquire the Third - am worthy of your affection and support as I try my hardest to wrap my hands firmly around the Destiny Cup and make Canada proud… uh, again that is. Somewhere off camera someone starts playing campaign music as Jinx comes to a stand. JINX HEXTALL: I know it will be a hard, long path fraught with peril, danger, and probably more than a few headbutts and chair shots, but with all of you behind me, rooting for my cause, I have about thirty-five percent less doubt in my heart that I WILL be your Destiny Cup Winner, and it starts tonight when all of you bear witness to me trouncing the… There’s a long pause as the stern expression on Jinx’s face cracks. JINX HEXTALL: … the ADORABLE widdle Caitlin Bellamy, and move onwards and upwards. So join me HKW fans, and we can make the Destiny Cup CANADIAN… AGAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!! With that Hextall goes to snap a salute and instead smacks herself right in the eye. JINX HEXTALL: Oh, sonuvabitch! We cut elsewhere. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena where Whisper was ready to announce the next match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is a Destiny Cup Tournament match set for one fall!!! Cheap pop. The arena lights go dark as "Carrion Flowers" by Chelsea Wolfe begins to play and the large masked man as Harbinger pushes out through the curtain. He seems almost uncomfortable as he walks out onto the stage before he moves down the ramp at a frantic pace and rolls into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: An his way to the ring, from Wilke-Barre, Pennsylvania.... Harbinger! Once inside, he pounds at the leather of his mask with closed fists and moves down to his chest. He continues to do so before moving to a nearby turnbuckle and huddles against it as if he is trying to hide. BRIAN MASON: Seeing him still gives me the chills. JACK WARREN: That’s cause your a bitch Mason. Plain and simple. BRIAN MASON: So you mean to tell me you’d be willing to step into a ring with him? JACK WARREN: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The lights cut out, leaving the stage shadowed in darkness before a single spotlight blooms, highlighting Pax Mayson, black hoodie pulled up over his head so that his face is in the shadows and completely unreadable. WHISPER VIPERI: Weighing in at 251 lbs from Sweetwater, OK... Pax Mayson! He ignores the crowd as he saunters to the ring, gripping the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. Once in the ring, he sheds his hoodie, staring out at the crowd with dead eyes before his attention focuses on his opponent. BRIAN MASON: If this man can survive the Mansion of Ruin, he can possibl survive a match between Harbinger don’t you think? JACK WARREN: Isn’t this the same guy that had his dick deep down in some filth while the match was going on? After Whisper exits the ring the referee checks to see if both men were ready. Once the acknowledge that they were, he calls for the bell. DESTINY CUP: ROUND ONE Harbinger vs. Pax Mayson DING! DING! DING! Once the bell rings, Pax shoots out of his corner going for a Jumping Clothesline only to be caught in midair by the big man Harbinger. Pax looks around trying not to panic at first as he begins to elbow Harbinger in the back of the head several times. Even though he was making the attempt to get free, it was no use as Harbinger drives Pax into the mat with a punishing Spinebuster. Pax cries out in agonizing pain as Harbinger slowly gets up to his feet and stares down at Pax. JACK WARREN: He just killed Pax. Squashed him like a fucking bug! BRIAN MASON: Nope, he’s still moving Jack! JACK WARREN: Shut up Mase. No one asked you! And that’s MAN to you, sir. Pax was seen slowly getting up to a knee only to be brought right back down to the mat with a hard stomp the back of Mayson. Harbinger steps over him putting all of his weight onto the upper torso of Pax. By the sound of it, Pax screamed as if he was being crushed by a bulldozer. Harbinger looked out at the crowd for a moment with no sight of a expression. BRIAN MASON: Jesus..Could you ima-- JACK WARREN: No, I can’t imagine how it feels not to be the man Mase. How stupid of you ask such a stupid question. BRIAN MASON: That’s...Not what I was going to ask. JACK WARREN: Well no, I can’t imagine fucking Molly Reid randomly either. The Man doesn’t like to do disgusting things like that. Pax Mayson should be ashamed of himself. He should start taking after The Man! Harbinger turns back to Pax looking down at him for a moment. He reaches down grabbing him by back of his neck. Once he has Pax up to his feet he roars in his face then lays him right back out with a stiff clothesline. Harbinger then comes down with a huge leg drop across the neck of Pax and goes for the pin! ONE TW---KICKOUT The fans look in shock as does Harbinger that Mayson managed to kick out somehow. Harbinger growls pissed that he wasn’t able to put Pax away as soon as he wanted. He begins to rain down some heavy punches until he stops to wrap his hands around Mayson’s neck attempting to choke the life out of him. Pax struggled to breath for a moment until the raked the eyes of Harbinger. He yelped out and stumbled back holding his eyes blinded by Pax’s attack. Pax slowly gets up to his feet and looks over to see the big man is blinded. BRIAN MASON: This may be Pax’s chance to gain some sort of an offense?! JACK WARREN: Or a chance to run and live to fight another day. BRIAN MASON: What? JACK WARREN: And that’s The Man’s stand. Are you in good hands? BRIAN MASON: What the hell are you talking about? Pax gets up to his feet and and charges over to the blinded Harbinger and hits a Running Big Boot! But the attack wasn’t enough to bring the big man down, it only caused him to stumbled back into the corner turnbuckle. Pax took a few steps back noticing that he’d have to do more to bring him down. He walks back over and hopes onto the second rope hitting several hammer fist down on Harbinger’s head before ringing him down with a Bulldog! JACK WARREN: He actually did it?! BRIAN MASON: Pax is one tough sonuva-- JACK WARREN: Shut up! He didn’t do anything yet, Mase. He hasn’t impressed The Man! Pax gets right back on his feet and stomps down on Harbinger trying to buy himself some more time. He waits for Harbinger to start getting back up before he kicks him square in the ribs. No affect. He goes for the kick again but this time Harbinger catches the kick and holds onto Pax’s leg as he stands up to his feet. He groans and pulls Pax over by his leg going for another clothesline but no! Pax ducks under and hits the ropes. On his way back he comes back knocking the big man down with a huge Leg Lariat! Mayson uses the ropes to get back up to his feet and runs over to dropkick Harbinger in the face once he starts to get back up. BRIAN MASON: Pax showing that aggressive nature we’ve all come accustomed to. JACK WARREN: And it still might not be enough to IMPRESS THE MAN. BRIAN MASON: Unbelievable… Mayson manages to push Harbinger’s large body over onto his back and goes for a pin. ONE T---KICKOUT!!!! Pax doesn’t look to be too happy with that count as he mounts himself on top of Harbinger and throws some elbow to Harbinger’s head mixed with some punches. He yells out as he does so and then stands up to his feet. He stares a hole through the referee before looking back at Harbinger who was now back on his knee. He grabs ahold of his head and drives Harbingers skull into his knee! Pax then gets back up to his feet and then drops several elbows down on Harbinger. He then stands up looking down at him in rage. He gets out of the ring looking as if he was about to grab a weapon. The referee warns him not to but before he could even grab a weapon out, Harbinger was right back on his feet. He roared out and got out of the ring. He begins to chase after Pax around the ring until he slides back into the ring. JACK WARREN: The hell is this? Catch you’re it? BRIAN MASON: Hey I liked that game. JACK WARREN: Yeah I bet you did kiddo. Once Harbinger hops up on the apron Pax was there to drop kick him at his feet causing him to fall down and hit his head on the edge of the ring! Pax sees his opportunity to win the match and tells the ref to start counting Harbinger out. The ref begins the count. JACK WARREN: Ha, a win via countout? THE MAN IS NOT IMPRESSED. I think someone is umm oveerraateeddddd! BRIAN MASON: Well if he wins he advances to the next round and that’s all that matters, Jack. JACK WARREN: Still not impressed. Harbinger slowly climbs up to his feet as the ref was already at six! He slowly manages to pull himself into the ring at the count of eight.Pax looks pissed as he shakes his head. He waits for Harbinger to get back up to his feet sizing him up. Once Harbinger gets up to his feet, Pax runs over and hits a Slinging Neckbreaker! Pax immediately goes for the pin. ONE TWO TH--KICKOUT!!!! Pax punches down on the mat and gets back up to his feet stomping him hell. Pax dares Harbinger to get back up to his feet. He slowly does and being as groggy as he was couldn’t hold himself up. Pax knew this as he sprinted back over and takes Harbinger down again with another Slinging Neckbreak! He goes for the pin! ONE TWO THHHRRRREEEE!!!! The referee calls for the bell and goes to hold up Pax’s hand. DING!! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and advancing to the next round...PAX MAYSON!!! Pax snatches his arm away from the referee and rolls out of the ring with his hands up in the air. The fans boo him while some cheer him on. WINNER: PAX MAYSON VIA PINFALL (8:59) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:21 AM Post #6 |
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![]() The scene fades back outside in the arena as fans were yelling at the top of their lungs and holding up their signs. JACK WARREN: Sure wish this kid behind would stop yelling in my goddamn ear?! BRIAN MASON: He’s just excited, Jack. It’s been one helluva show! JACK WARREN: Well I don’t care he can still stop yelling in the man’s ear?! Suddenly the lights dim darkening the arena to pitch black. After two minutes go by building the anticipation in the arena "Cali Dreamin'" by. Kid Ink hits the PA system with a cobra is shown centered in the middle of the Knoxtron as various Emilio Vialpando highlights play in the background while the snake's body begins to pulsate as the music plays. California dreamin', dreamin' (x2) California dreamin' I'm gonna stay, (tha alumni) stay, stay California dreamin', dreamin' (x2) California dreamin' I'm gonna stay, stay, stay The music takes a pause for a moment as the knoxtron fades to black but the outline of the cobra is seen still pulsating. Fans are heard chanting "EMILIO! EMILIO! EMILIO!". Thirty seconds later sparks begin to rain down on the stage as Emilio Vialpando is seen standing there looking out to the fans as the music returns to play. The video package comes back minus the cobra in the center. Say you might see bunch of beaches Bunch of pretty bitches But, don't get it twisted Wrong turn could be missing He cracks a smile and points out to the crowd nodding his head as they chant his name. He then begins to head down ramp. BRIAN MASON: He’s here! The Show is finally back on Defiance, officially?! JACK WARREN: Wow...How you go from hating the guy's guts to loving him so quickly. BRIAN MASON: Well that was when he was representing that sham of a brand Subversion! Now he’s where it all began for him and this company he helped build?! The best brand in the whole wide world?! Listen to these people, Jack?! They’re loving this moment!? As he made his way down the ramp Emilio slapped several fans hands and taking selfies with them. He then stopped at the bottom of the ramp and looked around the arena for a moment then to the ring apron that read “Defiance”. He pointed to the brand’s logo and yelled out to the fans, “I’m back home!?”. The former HKW World Champion then sprints towards the ring and slides under the rope. He quickly pops up to this feet and walks over to a corner turnbuckle climbing to the second level slapping his chest and getting hype along with the fans. After hopping back down to the ramp, Emilio walks over to another turnbuckle and climbs up doing the exact same thing he did on the last. BRIAN MASON: This is great Jack! Never did I think I’d see the day when Emilio will be back here calling this place home, again! Haha! JACK WARREN: He doesn’t even like you, Mase. Noone likes you. Shut up fangirling. This is just as bad as you when you scream like a little girl at a boyband concert for Felicity. BRIAN MASON: It is not?! I’m just happy okay, can I be happy?! Finally, Emilio hops down from the ropes and walks over to the ropes to be handed a microphone by Whisper Viperi. Vialpando thanks her as the music dies down leaving for the fans to be chanting his name. Emilio laughs as he wasn’t able to speak just yet thanks to them. Once he tries to speak again the fans began to chant “Welcome Home!’. Vialpando leans up against a turnbuckle soaking it all in. JACK WARREN: JESUS CHRIST KID YOU KEEP YELLING IN MY FUCKING EAR AND I’LL COME BACK THERE AND RIP OUT YOUR DAMN VOICE BOX WITH MY BARE HANDS ALEX REYN STYLE?! ….Goddamn...Wait what the? Where did you get that Emilio Nike shirt from? BRIAN MASON: Never mind that! The Show is here?! JACK WARREN: Goddamnit…. The fans begin to quiet down a little finally giving Vialpando a chance to speak. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You guys have no idea how good it feels to be back. The crowd pops. EMILIO VIALPANDO: This is where it all began breh. Not just my career or some of the people who have been here since the beginning….This is where Hard Knox Wrestling truly began. Right here breh...Right here on...Defiance. The crowd cheers some more as Emilio nods to himself. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I can’t believe it myself breh. I was just as surprised like the rest of you were when the blockbuster trade went down. I was shocked, jaja. I’m so happy to be here but at the same time…. He sighs. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I’m a little sad to. I helped build Subversion breh. I helped maked it into what it is today. Not some throwaway brand like some may try and say it was….Nah breh. Subversion was perfecto. Talent pool deep as the big blue sea jaja. I loved it there...I’ll forever have Subversion running through my veins but...But ever since the beginning of this company Defiance has always been at the core of my heart bumping it’s blood throughout my entire body. He smiles out to the crowd who were cheering for him. EMILIO VIALPANDO: So believe me when I tell you this...It warms my heart to officially say….I’m a member of the Defiance roster! The fans cheer once more. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You know what sucks about being traded here though? No it’s not the fact that I again have to be back here with Jason. I actually don’t care about that jaja. It doesn’t bother me none. You see I didn’t throw a fit about being traded or when someone else got traded to that same brand, nah breh. The only thing that sucked about it was the price...And that price as, Shane Atwater. Fans cheer once they hear Atwater’s name. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I sort of feel robbed of having an chance to actual share ring with man again . I mean sure we’ll be seeing each other again at Crowned Royalty but…It isn’t the same. Last time we’ve shared this ring it was at a live event out in Salem, MA. And I….Well I robbed the fans of a fantastic match. I robbed Shane of a great showing…. He shakes his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Luckily I’ll get to make up for that at Crowned Royalty next month. So Shane, I’ll be seeing you amigo. We’ll finally get to give these fans what they’ve all been wanting for some time now. The fans cheer. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Anyways...Let’s not hold this show up anymore huh? He looks around the arena and smirks. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Defiance…..It’s Showtime. Emilio drops the microphone and his theme song hits the PA System again as he exits the ring. The scene fades away as he was seeing slapping the fans hands on the way back up the ramp. ![]() Cameras arrive backstage to show Felicity Banks ripping off her custom made RIP cut. She throws it into the nearest trash can and asks a stagehand where she could find her cousin, Aria. The stagehand points her in the direction, getting the number one contender to walk that way. FELICITY BANKS: She’s probably gonna be all emo right now... As Fel makes the first right turn, she sees Eli Zayn dashing her way, a look of sheer panic on his face. ELI ZAYN: FELICITY! OH THANK GOD! FELICITY BANKS: Not God, Eli. Black haired Jesus. You know, cause Fran is blonde and I -- ELI ZAYN: NOT NOW, FEL! THIS IS IMPORTANT! YOUR DOG! BANE! THEY GOT HIM! Felicity felt her blood beginning to boil. She balls her right hand into a fist and reaches her right hand forward to grab hold of Eli’s Rudolph tie. FELICITY BANKS: WHAT?! ELI ZAYN: DON’T YELL AT ME! I WAS GOING TO YOUR LOCKER ROOM TO GIVE THE LITTLE GUY A TREAT! I FOUND THIS. The trusty Defiance interviewer reaches his hand into the inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a small business card. ELI ZAYN: READ THE BACK OF IT! Fel lets Eli go and rips the business card out of his hand. She reads the “Reapers Bar and Grille” name and number on the front, then turns the card around to see: FELICITY BANKS: You know where to find us…? She glances up a Eli, a look of sheer panic on her face. She flings the business card at Eli and turns around to run in the direction of the exit. Once Felicity vanishes, the camera focus in on Eli, sweat dripping down his forehead as he paces around in a circle. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… A Cut Above, plays, leading to William Alexander Andrews coming out from the back with an unzipped, zip-up hoody. He pauses at the top of the walkway and looks around. William takes a deep breath, exhales and nods his head before walking to the ring. As he approaches the ring, he runs parallel to the ring, jumps and slides on his knee along the apron. He holds onto the middle rope with one hand and with the other, holds up his thumb, index, middle, and pinky fingers, showing the back of his hand to the camera. He enters the run over the middle rope and bounces around, keeping warm while waiting for the bell. WHISPER VIPERI: From Dallas, TX, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Soverign of Submission and the only fourth generation wrestler, one half of the HKW World Tag Team Champions, William Alexander Annnnnndrews! BRIAN MASON: We saw William earlier in the night, but now he’s not out here to gloat, he’s here to meet one half of the former tag champions in Scarlet Flint. He’s been asking for Scarlet to get savage on him. JACK WARREN: He’s getting Scarlet in her own head a bit. Scarlet knows she’s dangerous, but if William is telling her she’s not, she’s gonna wanna crank it up and get more savage and that’s gonna throw her off her game plan Brian. As William stands in the ring, staying loose, the lights dim as “Ground Slayer” by Benea Reach begins to play. After forty-five seconds or so, Scarlet slowly walks out from behind the curtains. She looks down at the ground for another ten seconds. As the song’s drums kick in, Scarlet lift’s her head, removes her hood, and reveals a wicked smirk. She starts to slowly make her way to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring, fighting out of New York City, New York, some call her the “American Horror Story,” others call her "Scarlito Bin Laden," she is SCARLET FLINT! JACK WARREN: Look at her Brian! She’s thinking to herself just how savage to be. She aint got a chance! William is a master in that ring and master at getting in his opponent's head with a simple request. BRIAN MASON: Jack, she always look like that. She looks like she wants to fight, and she’s prepared to get in one. As Scarlet reaches the ring, she wipes her boots and then hops onto the ring-apron. She hops over the ropes, heads to the nearest corner, and takes a seat on the mat, leaning against the turnbuckle. The ref turns to both wrestlers to get them ready. Scarlet lifts herself off the mat as the ref signals for the bell. SINGLES MATCH William Alexander Andrews vs. Scarlet Flint DING! DING! DING! William and Scarlet circle the ring for a moment before William attempts a single leg takedown. Scarlet sprawls to block it but William uses his size advantage to drive Scarlet into the corner. The ref calls for a break but William refuses, instead opting to drag Scarlet out by her leg and spins to take down his opponent. Scarlet attempts to maneuver out of the hold, but William shows his technical prowess and stays on her eventually ending in a roll up. ONE! KICKOUT! William gets up, letting Scarlet up to her feet while he laughs at her. Scarlet gets up and goes to lock up with William, who sidesteps and grabs a waist lock. Scarlet lands an elbow, but its not enough as William lifts Scarlet up and slams her to the mat. He spins around to lock in a headlock. Scarlet attempts to throw punches to get out of it, but William tightens up the hold. The ref asks Scarlet if she wants to give up, but she flips off the ref instead. Scarlet uses her legs to move her to the nearest bottom rope and puts her foot on it, forcing a break. BRIAN MASON: In the early part of this match, William is showing that training he’s spoken about so much. JACK WARREN: Scarlet came in for a fight, and she’s getting out wrestled. William came here for a wrestling match, and The Man loves when someone like Scarlet is outclassed. William gets up from the hold and shakes his head before putting his hand in Scarlet’s face and mushing it as he backpedals, chuckling to himself. He makes a remark about Scarlet belonging in the same ring as him as the ref checks on her. Scarlet gives the ref a death stare and she gets in William’s face telling him something that we can’t pick up. William pushes her back, but she responds with a forearm to the face, then a rapid succession of forearms that put William on the ropes. Scarlet uses all her weight to whip William across the ring and she follows meeting him at the other ropes with a flying knee to connects and sends William over the top rope. William lands on his feet and rips at the apron. He holds his jaw as he walks around the ring as the ref begins the count. William walks up the steps and tells the ref to back Scarlet up. Now it's Scarlet who mocks William for being afraid of getting hit. As soon as he enters the ring, Scarlet charges and throws her whole body weight into a lariat that drops William. As they both get to their knees, Scarlet throws a forearm that puts William back to the mat. Scarlet gets up and measures William for a curb stomp. She leaps into the air and William grabs her leg and pulls it out from under her. BRIAN MASON: Cowboy Cloverleaf! William looking to end this early! Just as Scarlet did! JACK WARREN: Scarlet is too good to get lock in that this early! And she showed it. The Man may think she’s outclassed tonight, but she’s a fighter and she shows it. BRIAN MASON: You can see the preparation these two have put into this match tonight. This may be their first one on one, but they’ve battled twice in their teams. William gets to his feet and, looking across to his opponent, condescendingly applauds her. Scarlet tells William to bring it. William moves forward and goes high for a lock up and Scarlet ducks under it. William quickly turns and shoots for a leg but Scarlet dodges to his right and kicks the back of his knee. She then lands a strong forearm followed by a basement dropkick. Scarlet then begins to kick William in the side as he rolls away from her and under the ropes. Scarlet backs up as per the ref’s request before sprinting away and coming off the opposite ropes, hitting William with a dropkick that puts him on the ground. Unlike earlier, Scarlet exits the ring and follows William to the floor. She gets on top of William, grabbing his head and hits forearm after forearm, each one having more weight and force behind it than last. JACK WARREN: She’s tiny, but The Man can tell you that when someone puts their whole body into a forearm like Scarlet’s doing, they hurt just as much as anyone. BRIAN MASON: And she’s gonna need to keep this up if she wants to win. She’s undersized in this match and her striking and her tenacity is what has made her the caliber wrestler she is. Scarlet picks William up and rolls him into the ring. She goes for a cover, grabbing the near leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Scarlet wastes no time and grabs a hold of William’s leg and pulls him to the ropes. Placing his foot on the bottom rope, Scarlet uses the middle rope to propel herself up only to come down on the leg. She does it two more times before the ref gets to four. Scarlet steps away only to go towards a near corner. She climbs to the middle rope and comes lands a elbow across his leg, still on the bottom rope. William clutches the leg as Scarlet pulls him away from the rope for another pin ONE! TWO! TH- KICKOUT! William immediately grabs his leg, as Scarlet looks at it and continues to attack it. BRIAN MASON: Scarlet is turning this into a fight. Yes, she’s attacking a body part, but she’s not doing it in the way William would. She’s just like a pitbull attacking any part she can. JACK WARREN: Yeah, but all that effort and William is back on his feet and trading shots with the broad. BRIAN MASON: That’s not his strong suit Jack, and against Scarlet, who prefer to strike and attack, he’s going to get burned. JACK WARREN: That’s why he’s not The Man, like yours truly. William pushes Scarlet back off the ropes. She attempts to hit a single-leg dropkick, but William sidesteps it. Gingerly, William moves towards Scarlet who it up to a knee. William grabs Scarlet and whips her into the ropes. Limping, he attacks her with a clothesline that slams her back, her head bouncing off the mat. William, recognizing the situation, takes a moment to shake some feeling into his leg. As Scarlet holds her head, William grabs her leg and pulls her to the ropes and does to her what was done to him, but more violently, with more malice. William slides out of the ring and drags Scarlet to the corner and slams her knee against the post. The fans react as Scarlet groans in pain and William mocks the fans. William slides back into the ring and grabs Scarlet’s leg once more and wraps it around his neck. He then folds Scarlet’s body over, causing Scarlet to let out a scream of pain. The ref checks on her JACK WARREN: We’re going to see a grown woman cry like she just got dumped outside a Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse. BRIAN MASON: Scarlet’s fighting and one would be foolish to give up on her now, but the tide has shifted towards William as he locked in the Cowboy Collar. Scarlet certainly hasn’t given up on herself, she’s crawling towards the ropes. Scarlet reaches for the ropes and get to it. William holds the Cowboy Collar for as long as he can before letting go. He backs up, shouting at Scarlet to get up and get savage. He even goes as far as to lift her, before kicking the back of her bad leg. He laughs and mocks both Scarlet and the fans. He turns to her and flips her onto her back and again goes for the Cowboy Cloverleaf, but Scarlet is able to fight it off and puts William into a small package pin attempt. ONE! TW- KICKOUT! William gets up and charges Scarlet who lands a kick from the ground to William’s head. He stumbles into the corner, allowing Scarlet to get to her feet. He comes out of the corner groggy and takes a wild swing at Scarlet who ducks and kicks the front of William’s leg, dropping him to a knee. She backs up and charges William, looking for a killshot knee. BRIAN MASON: Scarlet is aiming William’s skull for a Death Note. But she pulls up on her leg, allowing William to grab her and hit his swinging reverse STO DDT BRIAN MASON: Dallas Dagger! Scarlet’s leg couldn’t let her finish this match. One has to think that was her last chance. He grabs her legs and for a third time, goes for a Cowboy Cloverleaf, this time he locks it in and in the middle of the ring no less! Scarlet squirms towards any rope, each time William pulls her back. BRIAN MASON: Jack, the amount of time Scarlet’s been in the Cowboy Cloverleaf, she’d be better off submitting and saving her short term health right? JACK WARREN: The Man would never give up, but The Man wouldn’t find himself in this hold either, so I wouldn’t know. But if I was Scarlet, I’d be giving up right now. No way she could last much longer, let alone get out of this and win. Scarlet gets close to the bottom of the rope, is fingertips away, but William pulls her back once more and takes a knee, anchoring down. Scarlet looks at the ref then the fans, with tears in her eyes, she looks at the mat. The ref checks on her and is about to call it when she grabs his pant leg and screams “NO!”. She pushes herself up and crawls towards the ropes once more. William, try as he might wasn’t able to keep her in the middle of the ring. He attempts to stand up to pull her back, but Scarlet uses this to shift her legs to allow her out of the move. She escapes as the crowd cheers her on to her feet. BRIAN MASON: She’s out! Scarlet’s out of the Cowboy Cloveleaf! William’s trying to gather himself. Scarlet limps towards William who doubles her over with a kick to the gut. He takes her down with a double leg and locks in the Cowboy Cloverleaf once more, this time, Scarlet fights it as much as she can, but ultimately taps. DING DING DING WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, William Alexander Andrews! William refuses to let go of the hold, cranking it harder and harder with each demand to let go from the ref. BRIAN MASON: Oh come on let go! There’s no reason for this! William is your winner folks, but he’s taking this too far in my opinion. JACK WARREN: You’re a suit, of course. He’s sending a message to both Team DLC and the Pretty Committee, be careful what you ask for, because Surgical Tendencies don’t play around. As William smiles and asks Scarlet who the savage one is, the crowd erupts as William sees from the ramp a sprinting Artemis Kaiser who scares William out of the ring. She curses at William who gets his hand raised in the air and his tag title given to him as he backpedals up the ramp. Artemis helps Scarlet up as she stares down William. BRIAN MASON: They said it would be their last match as a team, but never did Sine Mora say they wouldn’t have each other’s back. Scarlet thanks Artemis as she hugs Artemis. As they let go, Artemis stares at Scarlet, who is looking at the ground in pain. Artemis smiles as she grabs Scarlet by the shoulders and throws her to the mat and mounts her, throwing an unrelentless barrage of strikes that bust Scarlet open. Artemis then lifts Scarlet up and tosses her shoulder first into the steel post, then another post, a third, and the fourth and final one JACK WARREN: I don’t know about having her back, but Artemis looks like she wants to have Scarlet’s shoulder. Artemis then looks down on Scarlet who just looks up at her former tag partner. She then grabs Scarlet’s arm and lifts her up to a seated position. Trapping Scarlet’s left arm with her leg, Artemis drives elbow after elbow into the the shoulder and neck area erratically over and over. Eventually she focuses on the middle of her shoulder, driving all over he weight into the collarbone until Scarlet lets out of a scream of sheer agony. Artemis smiles as she hears the scream and continues her assault. BRIAN MASON: This is just sick. Why? Why is Artemis attacking Scarlet like this? JACK WARREN: I don’t know, but I do know that The Man is getting a bit queasy watching this. Artemis has lost it. And god bless the officials and security attempting to get her off Scarlet. Artemis is pulled away as she smiles and just leaves the ring as Scarlet says, “My collarbone, it’s broken...that fucking bitch broke my collarbone! I’ll kill her!” The EMTs and officials tend to Scarlet in the ring as Artemis, happy with her work, turns to the curtain and disappears. WINNER: William Alexander Andrews via submission (14:13) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:27 AM Post #7 |
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![]() “Sick Of Me” by Beartooth roars throughout the arena and the New Jersey audience cheers as the tron comes to life and shows highlights of Jaxon Queen. The Killer of Fuckboys then steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in street clothes, as he looks out the audience with no emotion on his face. The Philadelphian makes his way down to the ring as Whisper introduces him. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome….JAXON QUEEN!!! Jaxon slaps hands with some of the fans, nodding to them, before he reaches ringside. Once there, Queen climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring before walking over to Whisper and getting handed her mic. She exits the ring, giving Queen the entire squared circle to use. As his music dies down, Jaxon clears his throat, then addresses the fans as he paces around a bit. JAXON QUEEN: I’m not going to waste any fucking time. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m not gonna jerk your chain. At Catastrophe, I had the chance to finally end this fucking singles title drought, and just like every singles title match that I’ve had, I fell short. I failed. I had my shot and blew it. Queen then stops the pacing and looks out at the audience, almost as if a thought has crossed his mind. He turns towards the entranceway, walking over towards the ropes and leaning against them too. JAXON QUEEN: Or that’s what at least was going through my mind when the match originally came to an end. I thought I had failed my hometown and my family and whoever else had believed in me walking out of Catastrophe as champion. But in all honesty, a few weeks ago? Jaxon bites his bottom lip. JAXON QUEEN: At Catastrophe, I was robbed of a victory by the man now masquerading as champion, Luke Wisia! The New Jersey audience primarily roars in approval, but there’s some who actually still cheer for their hometown boy that boo Queen. JAXON QUEEN: I had the match won and Luke Wisia did what he does best. He STOLE a victory. He STOLE the title away from me. He STOLE my moment in my hometown. And that is something I cannot accept. That’s something that needs to be rectified. So Luke Wisia, you spineless weasel, bring your ass out here and right some wrongs by giving me a rematch for that No Limits championship at Destiny! Jaxon steps back and waits, motioning for Luke to come out. "Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of mixed reactions. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers. The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. WHISPER VIPERI: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! Wisia is handed a microphone from the aprons as he turns his attention to Jaxon in the middle of the ring, hiking up the No Limits Championship higher onto his shoulder. LUKE WISIA: JESUSSSSS CHRIST… are you here to bitch, Jaxon? Or are ya here to actually say somethin’ with a little bit of HONESTY? I ROBBED YOU? NAH. I WRESTLED. It sounds to me like you’re tryna make excuses for why you ain’t get the job done at Catastrophe… Wisia pauses for a moment as the audience goes into a burst of mixed reactions for the hometown champion, not committing either way. LUKE WISIA: You know who you sound a lot like right now? Jinzai. I beat that asian like it was Black Friday at War Ready. I beat that muffin top head of his when yall rigged that raffle against me. You wanna talk bout robbery?!? YOU ROBBED THE FANS OF GETTIN’ A NO LIMITS TITLE SHOT YOU IGNORANT ANUS ANT! And then… two weeks ago… You dodged a bullet when I beat Jinzai again. YOU of ALL people come out here and make an excuse of why I won, and why you lost? Lemme tell ya a little somethin’ bout triple threat matches… He shouts at the top of his lungs. LUKE WISIA: IF YOU AIN'T WIN. YOU LOSE. You know the rules by now…. You been doin’ this how long? He ponders on that some, putting a finger under his chin, then turns back to Jaxon. LUKE WISIA: Long enough to not have a single title win, I guess. You see, JAX… may I call you Jax? Gonna anyway. I have it all right now. Championship. A squad. A hot latino wife. Hell, I just bought myself a new pair of GUCCI JORDAN SHOES AS AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO MYSELF. You have… a girl who looks like a Chucky doll. A kid, who we all hope ain't get the same hair as you. A friend in Jinzai, and the both of you combines still ain't enough to BE SMARTER THAN A FIFTH GRADER! Wisia stares a hole right through Jaxon while he's talking, taking a few steps forward. LUKE WISIA: I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told Jinzai a million times before, hopefully you got the brains to put it together and not make the same mistake he did, and no, I'm not talkin’ bout marrying that ape that sleeps in his bed when the sun goes down. Turns out Harambe ain't dead afterall, it's sleepin’ with Jinzai. He laughs at his own joke and turns his head sideways to Jaxon. LUKE WISIA: No. I ain't been No Limits Champion this long by playin’ the game the same way you idiots have. I've got more wit than any of you goofy ass mother fuckers. I step into this ring when I feel like it. I defend this title when I say so. AND I WOULD DO IT TONIGHT IN MY OWN GODDAMN HOMETOWN… The fans start to go wild! LUKE WISIA: But I'm tired. Ain't get much sleep last night. Stayed up watchin’ Gilmore Girls. What kinda title would this be if I just gave everyone and their momma, daddy, and half inbred stepsister a shot? I won War Games. Never eliminated from Brand Wars. You name them, I've probably beat them at some point. You? You ain'tme, no matter how much you wanna be. I'M THE ONLY COOL KID STANDIN’ IN THIS FUCKIN’ RING RIGHT NOW. I'M CHAMPION. I MAKE THE RULES. AND I DONE LET YOU TWO TWAT TATER TOTS HAVE YOUR CHANCE. TWO ON ONE AND I AIN'T EVEN CALL IN THE CALVARY….. so, no. Go fuck yourself. Queen looks pissed. JAXON QUEEN: I don’t get what the actual fucking problem is. You did not pin me. You did not make me tap out. You pinned Jinzai at Catastrophe after I did all of the hard work. After I was the MVP of the match. You screwed me just like all these other people have done for damn near since the moment I split away from the douche currently holding the Global championship. Jaxon shakes his head. JAXON QUEEN: If you were a man, you’d give me another shot, but you’re not. Instead, you’re scared because you know what will happen if there’s not a third person there for you to hide behind. But that’s the story of Luke Wisia when it comes to Jaxon Queen, ain’t it? You just run. You ran when I was willing to put my trust in you, though after how many times I’ve had someone put a knife in my back, I should’ve know better. And now, after escaping with what should be my property, you’re going to run from a rematch. So, I’ll ask you again, though I know the answer is going to be the same. You. Me. No Limits title. Destiny. Yay or nay? Luke's face starts to turn red. LUKE WISIA: NOOOOOO! I SLAYED COLTON AT DESTINY LAST YEAR AND YOU AIN'T A WORTHY PIECE OF SHIT. You can say whatever you want about me… Wisia steps forward and holds the title right in Jaxon’s face. LUKE WISIA: But when you go home and lay next to your wife I know what you're dreamin’ bout and it ain't that mediocre pussy. It's this championship. And how I once again defended it. And how I'm gonna be the longest reignin’ No Limits Champion. And how yall might talk yourselves up to be these big bad wrestlers… but I'm just the guy who gets the job done every single goddamn time. I find a way…. Do you? The Killer of Fuckboys nods as he stares at the No Limits champion. JAXON QUEEN: That’s what I thought. Well, I guess that leaves me with only one option and it’s a pretty destructive one. Queen pauses, then takes a second to look right at Wisia. JAXON QUEEN: Everything I do from here on out will be on you. And it will continue to be on you until you finally break and you finally give me that title shot. Because I will face you at Destiny for that title, Luke. You’re just delaying the inevitable of me taking that championship home, FUCKBOY. Jaxon drops the mic and his theme hits as he and Luke continue to stare each other down, neither of them trying to be the first to turn away as we fade out elsewhere. ![]() The scene fades backstage inside Defiance General Manager Romeo Price’s office. Price was seen leaning up against his desk dressed in a beige suit along with a light blue shirt while drinking from his glass of Scotch. Price was watching the show studying his talent closely as he watched. A few minutes go by as he hears a knock at the door. ROMEO PRICE: ….hmph….Come in! The door cracks open and in comes the newly acquired addition to the Defiance roster, Emilio Vialpando. Price takes a sip from his glass and begins to make his way behind his desk once he sees Vialpando. ROMEO PRICE: What can I do for you Mr. Vialpando? Emilio walks in looking around the office noticing how different it was compared to Subversion’s General Manager Joseph Perello’s office. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I uh..I justed wanted to come and um...Show my appreciation I guess for trading for me. I know it may of costed you a lot to trade away a three time World Champion to get me but either way I’m still happy to be here. Romeo stares at Vialpando for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….Mr. Vialpando I didn’t do it for you...I did it for the betterment of Defiance as well as any other trade I make with Mr. Perello. It was just business… Emilio nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah I sort’ve got that. I was just saying I’m glad to be here. I know some other people might have not been so happy about their move to another brand but I’m here to tell you I’m not like them. Looking forward to being here… Emilio turns around and begins to make his way out the office but stops looks over his shoulder. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Oh and congrats on the General Manager of The Year award, jefe. Emilio opens the door and standing outside the door was Tony Capone there to greet him. Romeo noticed this and it peaked his interest. He watches the two speak up until the door closes. ROMEO PRICE: Capone…….. The scene begins to fade away as Romeo sits back in his chair wondering what Capone was doing here or why he was always seen lingering backstage of the shows. WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is in a single’s match, in the first round of the destiny cup. With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. WHISPER VIPERI: :“Introducing first… from Shilo, Manitoba, Canada, she stands five-feet-two-inches tall and weighs in…at 145 pounds, she is… JENNY ‘JIIIIIIIINX’ HEXTAAAAALLL!” Nodding her head with the beat as she grins, Jinx starts her merry trek down ringside, placing the weapon-filled garbage can near her corner before sliding under the ropes and hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Giving the crowd a big cheesy thumbs up before stepping off the turnbuckles and warming up for the start of her match. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent Now by Paramore plays as Caitlin Bellamy struts out from the back, chewing gum. She doesn't even bother acknowledging the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. When she gets to the steel steps, she looks over at one of the young fans in the front row and mock cries before calling the fan a baby. WHISPER VIPERI: From Maui, Hawaii, Caitlin Bellamy! She climbs the steps and steps between the ropes as she struts into the corner and leans back against the turnbuckle, blowing a bubble before spitting the gum into the crowd. The referee does a quick check of both competitors before motioning for the bell to start the match. DESTINY CUP FIRST ROUND MATCH Jinx Hextall vs. Caitlin Bellamy DING! DING! DING! The match begins with Caitlin and Jinx locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Jinx backs Caitlin into the corner with ease, showing her substantial size, and power advantage. Jinx lifts her arms in the arms up for the clean break, only for Caitlin to reach up with a thumb to the left eye of Jinx. Jinx backs away clutching at her eye as the referee gives Caitlin an early warning. BRIAN MASON: Caitlin has been awfully aggressive in recent weeks. JACK WARREN: Every since she dropped Cali with a kitty kick, wow she needs to rename that move, it’s awful. But since she dropped Cali, she’s been on a roll. BRIAN MASON: I guess it’s easy to do when you take cheap shots, like the eye poke, she just did to Jinx. Coming out of the corner, she takes immediate advantage, blindsiding Jinx with a running elbow to the side of the head that sends Jinx crashing to the mat. Jinx holds the side of her head in pain, as she rolls on the mat, trying to create some separation between the two. Jinx gets on all fours, trying to get back to her feet, but she’s nailed with a low dropkick to the side of the head, that drops her back to the canvas once more. Caitlin gets to her feet, showboating a little bit smiling to the fans then giving them a wink, as the disgruntled crowd voices their displeasure. JACK WARREN: This crowd isn’t appreciating Caitlin’s dominance in the least. BRIAN MASON: Well, she’s made it abundantly clear lately, that she doesn’t appreciate them either. Caitlin waits on Jinx, motioning her to get up, as Jinx reaches her feet Caitlin sprints towards her attempting a high knee, but Jinx side steps it. Caitlin lands on her feet, turning quickly right into a hip toss. Caitlin gets to her feet only to elevated into the with a scoop slam, then she follows it up with a standing leg drop into a cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Jinx just hit a flurry of moves that caught Caitlin off guard. JACK WARREN: She came close to picking up a much need victory, and coming one step closer to winning the Destiny cup. Jinx looked down at Caitlin who was still down, giving Jinx the opportunity to step through the ropes onto the apron. She begins to ascend to the top rope, just as Cailin is getting to her feet, facing the other direction. She turns, towards Jinx who flies off the top rope connecting with a crossbody. Hooking the leg Jinx goes for the cover as the crowd cheers. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: So close again! JACK WARREN: Caitlin needs to somehow get her head back into the game. Jinx leans down, lifting Caitlin off the ground, she pulls Caitlin into a front facelock. Jinx tosses Caitlin’s arm over her head, then lifts her for a suplex, but Caitlin manages to kick her legs, and fight it off. Jinx tries again, but this time Caitlin hooks her foot inside Jinx’s, then turns catching Jinx with a knee to the gut which causes Jinx to double over. Taking advantage Caitlin, grabs Jinx by the head then spins out with a swinging neckbreaker that sends Jinx to the canvas, holding her neck in pain. Caitlin rolls over and into a lateral press. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: This match has gone back and forth so far. JACK WARREN: Yeah, but without that counter Caitlin could have been in big trouble. Jinx rolls over to onto her knees, only for Caitlin to rush over and drop Jinx on her head first with a snap ddt. Caitlin smiles as rolls Jinx over again, before hooking the near leg and going for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Again neither of these two is will to give up this opportunity. JACK WARREN: The Destiny Cup might be the only chance for some of these wrestlers to make it to Destiny. It’s a huge deal! Caitlin is clearly furious that she didn’t get the three count, turning over, and throwing a series of mounted punches to Jinx. Caitlin reaches down pulling Jinx off the ground, and tosses her into the corner. Jinx leans in the corner, only for Caitlin to follow her in. Caitlin then delivers a few rapid fire kicks to the sternum of Jinx, then jumping up, and nails Jinx with an enziguri. Jinx falls face first to the canvas. Caitlin, was now flat out mocking the crowd, posing, as she extends her arms out. She walks over to the down Jinx, turning her over onto her back. Caitlin runs over bouncing off the ropes, and does a handspring moonsault onto Jinx. Again she hooks Jinx’s leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Jinx is proving to be a real warrior here, but how much more of this can she take? JACK WARREN: Not much more here, Caitlin has been targeting the head, and it has defiantly taken it’s toll on Jinx. Caitlin stands to the side of Jinx watching. Jinx starts to crawl in the opposite direction using the ropes to get to her feet. Caitlin waits for Jinx to turn, as she does Caitlin goes for a Kitty Kick, but Jinx catches her foot. Jinx throws Caitlin’s leg to the side causing her to spin, right into a Roaring Headbutt from Jinx. Caitlin falls to the mat hard. But Jinx is unable to take advantage, as she falls to one knee. BRIAN MASON: This may be Jinx’s last chance Jack. JACK WARREN: I don’t doubt it, she’s taken a lot of punishment. Jinx makes her way over towards Caitlin who is still dazed and confused from the huge headbutt she took. Jinx grabs Caitlin by the hair as she reaches one knee. Jinx goes for another headbutt, but Caitlin pushes her away and lands a superkick to the chin, that sees Caitlin fall into the rope, but not out of the ring. BRIAN MASON: Goodnight Jinx! That’s a knockout blow. Caitlin pulls the bigger Jinx just barely away from the ropes for the cover. ONE! TWO! NO! Caitlin lifts her head as the referee stops the count, only to see Jinx’s foot on the bottom rope. BRIAN MASON: I don’t know how but Jinx is still in this. JACK WARREN: No for long Mase, look. Caitlin goes to the far corner, measuring Jinx the whole time. Jinx begins to crawl to the center of the ring. As Jinx gets to her knees, she sits up. Caitlin comes flying in looking for a Running knee to the side of the head, slides to the side just enough to avoid the knee by inches, and roll up Caitlin with a cover.. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Here is your winner... JINX HEXTALL!! Jinx rolls out of the ring before Caitlin can even react. The referee meets her out of the ring as the fans applaud the huge victory for Jinx. BRIAN MASON: WOW! Out of nowhere Jinx finds a way to win this one! JACK WARREN: She really needs this win Mace, and sometimes desire and want can be a great combination, but also she got a bit luck as well, WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....Jenny “Jinx” Hextall “Pants down” by Emil Bulls begins to play as Jinx makes her way to the back, slapiping the fans hands at ringside. Meanwhile, the camera pans over to Caitlin Bellamy whto is throwing a hissy fit, kicking and screaming that she was screwed. BRIAN MASON: In a tournament like this you are liable to see anything. From the heartbreaking loss of Caitlin who maybe asking herself, what’s next. To Jinx Hextall who seemingly was out of this match only to revitalize her Destiny Cup hopes in a single instance. JACK WARREN: I don’t know about all that, we will see when Jinx has her next match, but she certainly did show her toughness tonight. WINNER: JINX HEXTALL via pinall (7:41) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:32 AM Post #8 |
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![]() "Yeah... I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God... Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side..." "Flexicution” by Logic blazed throughout Newark’s very own Prudential Center! Home of the one and only Arkia Fisk... The audience erupted into a tirade of boos directed towards one of the most controversial athletes the Land of Hard Knox had to offer on Sunday nights. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture! Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her. She held a leash in her right hand - connecting her to the ever so iconic Fleexigoat. This only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play! Once the lighting hit the tanned Fleexican people could see that she was already dressed in ring attire, however her entire mid-section, as well as her left shoulder had been taped up tightly following the battle she had endured at Catastrophe. Just before entering the ring Fran stopped to look towards a girl wearing a Riley Lynn shirt. After quickly being handed a microphone. Fran reached towards her own hair extending it out to the young teen before saying... FRANCESCA:Touch it bruh….FUCKIN’ TOUCH IT, youngin. The girl reluctantly touched the hair of the 2015 Crowned Royalty Winner. FRANCESCA: That’s REAL WEAVE, lil skank. REAL gotdamn weave, hoe. Not that trashy shit you be gettin’ for rockin’ these lessers’ CHEAP ass JCPenny shirts. Fuckin’ disrespectful bruh. The young girl turned towards her father and then buried her face into his chest. Presumably crying due to the things Fran said. "Like this that flexicution" Fran positioned herself in the center of the ring. Angrily staring directly into the camera. Fleexigoat laid off right next to her legs. FRANCESCA: But ain’t that been the GOD FUCKIN’ DAMN theme of the year when it comes to The Fleexican? Disrespect. Our beloved audience began to shower Fran with layers of boos. Thereby, angering The Fleexican even more. Fran lowered the microphone and yelled out “SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTHS YOU MUHFUCKIN’ LESSERS.’ They completely ignored that demand then began chanting…. YOU PASSED OUT…… YOU PASSED OUT…….. YOU PASSED OUT…….. In reference to The Witch, Salem Cartier, overcoming Fran in the Last Woman Standing match in the Wells Fargo Center at Catastrophe. FRANCESCA: See what Fleexican means, Jersey? YAAAAAAWWWWWWWL. YAWL showin’ me the same disrespect Hard Knox been showin’ me since I CAME on the goddamn scene. N’ everybody be wonderin’ why I disowned every goddamn one of yawl niggas last year. Fran paused… She allowed the people at home to reflect on the time when Fran indeed did claim Florida over New Jersey over what she deemed to be disrespectful during the period where she had an intense rivalry with her sister figure, new Number One Contender to the World Championship, Felicity Banks. FRANCESCA: Bruh Jersey supposed to be the ONE GOTDAMN PLACE in this country where Fleexican gets APPRECIATION she been deserved for givin’ her body up n’ givin’ up her perfect weave to make sure YAWL lessers got shit to do on Sunday but NO, bruh, NAH. Just like the people who’s runnin’ this brand niggas in my state sittin’ here at ringside spittin’ out shit about that goddamn Witch. The crowd followed her up almost instantly ushering in a storm of “SAAAAAAAAAAAALEM! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALEM!” chants that surely irritated the multi-time award winner. FRANCESCA: STOP IT YAWL! STOP CHANTIN’ THAT SHIT! Fran screamed out to the crowd as the chants only grew louder. FRANCESCA: Yawl know what? Go on. Do whatever the fuck yawl want. Just know that Salem mighta won a small ass match but FLEEXICAN’s finna win the long-term shit. Why? Who’s in the main event of this Defiance and who ain’t even on the card no more now that her name ain’t next to Fleexican’s? Bitch can’t leech off MY goddamn name value no more. That speaks for itself, Jersey. Fran turned around completely to face the people sitting on the opposite side of the venue. FRANCESCA: N’ for the lessers runnin’ Defiance? I’m sure yawl put me in the main event, where Fleexican shoulda been for a LONG ass time, by mistake. Wanna know how Fleexican knows that? HOW many titles Fleexican done held this year? NONE. How many chances Fleexican had for a strap? NOT FUCKIN’ MANY. Not a SINGLE one versus one for the WORLD STRAP cause niggas KNOW once I get it I’m TAKIN’ that championship once n’ for GODDAMN all. Fran stated. FRANCESCA:That’s why yawl fuckin’ jackasses behind the scenes finna regret the SECOND that Fleexican got a chance to get THAT Golden Opportunity Briefcase Case at Destiny. Fran began pointing upwards for some odd reason. The feed zoomed out from Fran’s face and began to encompass the entire venue until a beautiful red AND blue briefcase came into view. FRANCESCA: If yawl remember shit how I remember it, Franny ain’t neva had many one on one matches for straps in this Land of Hard Knox. When I was tryin’ to get that No Limits Strap I had to GODDAMN WIN a Golden Opportunity Briefcase to GET that damn belt cause people wasn’t NEVA finna give me my chance one on one. I ain’t the type of person people want representin’ they company n’ I finally see it bruh. Fran said as she balled her fist up. Casting one more glance upwards towards what she saw as her ONLY chance at finally getting the championship she felt she has deserved all year. FRANCESCA: So now I’m done waitin’ for my one on one match. Ain’t no more puttin’ lessers like Salem in my way to stop me from gettin’ that World Strap. That’s DONE, bruh. I’m finna REPEAT what I did at DREAM ON last year when I won that case. Fleexican’s runnin' through Chance, Jackie, n’ whatever goddamn nobody they fish up from RISE n’ get in the Golden Opportunity match. The Fleexican lowered her arm. FRANCESCA: After I’m goin’ to Destiny Chapter Three. I’m winnin’ the damn briefcase, n’ GETTIN’ my guaranteed shot at this HKW World Strap that NO GODDAMN BODY can deny Fleexican. Then I’m finna CASH that SKANK in on WHOEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’s holdin’ the strap THE SAME FUCKIN’ NIGHT, YAWL. AGAIN, bitch! Fran looked directly into the camera once again. FRANCESCA: N’ when that happens I’m finna TAKE the biggest bitch of a belt this company got to offer n’ AWWWWWWWWL YAWL finna see from THAT point on...On all the FUCKIN’ posters, on all the FUCKIN’ tea pots, on all the DELUXE packages of weave, n’ in all the fuckin’ main events FRANCESCA: ….Is THE FLEEXICAN….YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLEEXIGOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fran screamed into the microphone one final time before tossing the microphone to the side and retrieving Fleexigoat’s leash as the Goat let out a “BAAHAA” as “Flexicution” resumed blaring throughout the venue. The scene then cut to the back. ![]() Nest is slowly making his way down a dimly lit hallway on the way to his locker room. The freak of man is donning a large napkin tucked under his Deftones shirt. He raises his hands to reveal a steak knife and a fork along with his signature smirk. NEST: At Catastrophe, I sent a man who was once Defiance’s shining star and banished him to the land of the clowns. The Xavier Asher Daniels you used to know is gone, and over at Subversion is now a carcass. A shell. A…buried issue…if you will. Nest chuckles. NEST: Hard Knox Wrestling has placed bait on the hook for me. The Destiny Cup. Now I’m not going to pretend to know the prestige of this prize nor will I pretend to care. Although it’s quite obvious. The Destiny Cup in my possession will be nothing more than an emblem of my dominance. On day one, I warned everyone that I will make HKW my domain and with a smile on my face I will break everything and everyone until all of you recognize just that. Your beloved heroes aren’t safe. Your comic book villains around here aren’t either. It doesn’t matter if you call yourself a pillar of this company or if you’re struggling to get guys like this fool in front of me to follow you around everywhere with a camera in your face. That ring IS my dwelling. This company IS where I’ve landed and I will not migrate until my name is etched into the stone that holds the foundation to this place together. I will impose my will until I’m burned into each and every one of your consciences. Nest looks down at the knife and fork as he turns a dark corner. NEST: Here I have an all you can eat buffet, and I can pick and choose what I’d like to eat depending on what I’m in the mood for. You have your reapers. Your fake devils developed from preteens who battled insecurities, cyber bullying and body shaming in their school days. Your popular cheerleaders. Your just happy to be here deer in the headlights. Your jocks. Your self-righteous holier than thou types. Your international sensations. Tonight, I have a sweet tooth for a comedy act. Clanking the utensils together, Nest licks his lips. NEST: Your passions have been stirring like a caged animal for the past several days, Aries. Now is the time to let them out. Some of what you express may elicit surprise or disapproval, but that's no reason to stay silent. If you don't express yourself, illness may result. Your goal should be to be true to your inner self. Ultimately, that's the only way to be happy and healthy… He pauses. NEST: …Aries. Daily horoscope. November Twenty Eight. Two Thousand and Sixteen. Nest chuckles as he continues down the hall. NEST: Aries Armadaist, this tournament is your coming out party. For so long, you’ve tried your hand at several different approaches to break out of the box of reliable comedic relief. You look at me, not knowing much about me, and you simply see a certified boost into another stratosphere of stardom. Well just like an Aries, you will initiate that rocket on your back. You will taste that next level. But then you will fail to complete. Fail to finish what you started. At some point there comes a time when you have to look at yourself in the mirror and realize… …if you haven’t by now broken out of the shell of being a one trick pony, a running joke that’s beginning to get less and less tickling…When will you? He uses the fork to scratch his head then his beard. Nest smiled down at the ground. NEST: The short answer is, not tonight. Tonight, Aries, you are a damsel in distress tied up on the railroad tracks. Being as though this is only the first round of the Destiny Cup tournament, I don’t plan on making a stop here in Newark so it looks like you’re shit out of luck. It’s just a shame I wasn’t able to get a Deathsteak made from your able-bodied hands, as I’m sure the authenticity of the meat as well as the concoction of seasonings comes from whatever’s floating around in your spacey mind. After I’m finished cleaning your clock and licking my plate, you’ll be lucky if you have the mental capacity to remember that you even own a restaurant. I’ve tenderized many a cattle that you wouldn’t have the meatballs to slaughter because I don’t just prey on the weak. Which is something you can’t say for yourself. The most impressive work you ever done has been beating down females who couldn’t lift the amount of makeup they cake on their face if it all fell into a bag. Nest was starting to approach his locker room, and his chops were nearly salivating. NEST: If you want people to stop feeding you peanuts for being the main circus attraction, I suggest you do what your horoscope tells you and express yourself. I’ll be waiting for you to show me that you’re not all jokes and prime rib. I’m ready to go out there in my domain and jam out before beating you like a drum… …so rock me Armadaist… He reaches the door; but doesn’t, at first, notice a large note taped to it entitled simply “NESTLEE.” It wasn’t until he took his gaze off of the cameraman that his eyes widened. Nest immediately snatches the note off of the door. He opens it up and scans it for a second before letting out a brief sigh. He reads it (sort of) to himself. NEST: “Message From MODERATOR - Knock ‘em dead tonight. Will be watching very closely.” … … CAMERAMAN: Hey Nest, what’s that about? Nest glared into the soul of the camera causing the guy to scurry off without inquiring further. The freak of man took the note and stabbed through it with the steak knife, before entering the locker room. The scene opens up outside Prudential Center. A gang of emergency medical technicians and trainers surround Scarlet Flint as she walks towards the parking lot. The camera zooms in on her face for a moment. There’s a look of agony plastered on it. A considerable distance away, HKW Defiance interviewer, Eli Zayn, stands poised with a microphone in hand. ELI ZAYN: Good evening HKW. I’m outside the arena and I’ve been able to receive a small status update on Scarlet’s condition. As we all witnessed, after a hellacious battle with one half of the HKW World Tag Team Champions, William Alexander Andrews, Ms. Flint was brutally attacked. Her attacker was none other than her friend and former tag team partner, Artemis Kaiser. Eli pauses for a moment or two. ELI ZAYN: As we all have seen over the past few months, Scarlet is accustomed to taking a beating and walking away virtually unharmed. However, that is not the case this evening. Our trainers and medical staff have spent a considerable time with Ms. Flint after the attack. As you can see behind me, she is leaving the arena and is being rushed to the Newark Beth Israel Medical Center for x-rays and more extensive testing. Scarlet is usher into a vehicle by her husband, Jacob Figgins. A couple of the HKW trainers also enter into the SUV. ELI ZAYN: I was not able to speak to Scarlet directly. However, I did over her telling the trainers that, and I quote, “I heard a fucking pop.” There was also talk of excruciating pain. He lets out a sigh. ELI ZAYN: Please check the Evolve Network after the Defiance. By then, we will have received an official report and diagnosis from the doctors. The camera slowly fades out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the first round of the DESTINY CUP! The opening to Deftones' "Cherry Waves" plays as a small screen of smoke cover the ground of the stage. As the first rift blasts through the venue, Nest walks through the curtain breathing heavily. Keeping his head down he looks out to the crowd briefly before eyeing the ring ahead, making his way down the ramp with an alarming sense of urgency WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, making his way down to HIS ring, weighing in at 264lbs. From up above, NEST! Nest stops right before he gets to the apron, holding out both of his arms with pitchfork hand signs along with a scream. He rolls in the ring and starts cracking his knuckles as the music dies down. BRIAN MASON: A huge win over Xavier Asher Daniels on the recent Catastrophe pay-per-view will have given Nest some momentum going into this match. JACK WARREN: And he must be one of the favorites on the Defiance side of this bracket now. Nest might be a rookie, Mase, but that man is a beast in the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The fast paced, angry sounding guitars of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupts over the PA as the audience instantly begins to vocalize their displeasure. Their jeers only grow louder as Aries bursts out from behind the curtain, fists clenched, and lip snarled as he appears. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Fuckville, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Self Proclaimed Favorite Son of Ontario, Your Favorite Wrestler, and Mine: ARIES ARMADAIST! Once the seemingly seething wrestler makes his way to the ring, Aries immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stage hand follows, doing as they were apparently instructed to do, sitting on the second rope as the push up the top, holding the ropes open for the Canadian. But just as Aries prepares to duck into the ring, he decides to give the stage hand a nice boot to the mush, knocking them off of the apron as he enters the ring himself and quickly taking refuge in his corner. BRIAN MASON: Aries Armadaist was knocked out in the first round earlier this year by Jordan Parker. But he’ll be hoping to do better against Nest here tonight. Both competitors head to their respective corners as the referee calls for the bell. DESTINY CUP FIRST ROUND Nest vs. Aries Armadaist DING! DING! DING! The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors emerge from their corners. Nest stands stoically before his opponent, before they finally lock up collar and elbow. They jostle for a moment, before Nest powers his opponent away and down to the mat. Aries rolls backwards and gets back to his feet as he gets back to his feet. They lock up again, but this time Nest throws his opponent towards the corner. Aries hits the turnbuckle back first before Nest charges in with a corner splash. The North Carolina native spreads Aries’ arms apart and delivers a thunderous overhand chop. JACK WARREN: Trust me, Mase, with meaty hands like Nest has, those chops are gonna sting! BRIAN MASON: I’ll take your word for it, they’re not something I want to experience personally. The crowd almost sympathise with Aries, more so as three more overhand chops connect. An Irish whip follows and Aries is sent from pillar to post. Nest follows him in again, this time connecting with a high knee strike, followed by a bulldog. He rolls Aries over and goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nest brings his opponent back to his feet, pushing Aries back against the ropes as he chops the chest a few more times. He grabs the Canadian with an arm wrench, bringing Aries towards the center of the ring. Before he delivers a hook kick to the face. BRIAN MASON: That might not be the best course of offense when you’re facing Aries Armadaist. JACK WARREN: A rookie mistake from Nest. Just hope he can put any weight on that foot now, it might be broken. Nest appears to be favoring that foot as Aries stays upright, barely fazed by the hook kick. He taps his head so Nest knows just how hard it is before marching forward. Aries tags his opponent with some left jabs, and a right hook before catching Nest with a bionic elbow. JACK WARREN: Wham, Bam, Thank Ya Ma’am! But Nest is still standing. Aries looks shocked at that fact; he charges in again, ducking under Nest’s attempted clothesline before Aries counters with a headbutt to the chest. That one knocks Nest down to one knee. Armadaist runs against the ropes for momentum, only to be brought crashing to the mat with a thrust spinebuster! He hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nest stands back up and stomps at his prone foe, being careful to avoid the head. But Aries is able to bring himself back to a vertical base as Nest clobbers him across the back. An Irish whip sends Aries back to the corner, before Nest moves to the opposite corner. After a momentary pause, he barrels across the ring with a Yakuza kick! BRIAN MASON: I felt that one from here, Jack. Aries is struggling to stay standing as Nest turns away; a look of silent contemplation on his face before he launches himself upwards with the Nest Kick! That one causes Aries to stumble forward and fall to the mat, landing at a perpendicular angle to the turnbuckle. The fans look on in awe as Nest begins to climb said turnbuckle, stepping out onto the apron before he ascends relatively quickly to the top. Nest leaps off with a diving headbutt, and he covers again. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Nest taking a page out of Aries’ own playbook there, but still not enough for a three count. JACK WARREN: Do you know who never took a page out of Aries Armadaist’s playbook? THE MAN! The referee assures Nest that it was only a two count, but the North Carolina native isn’t in an arguing mood. He deadlifts Aries off the mat, parading around the ring with the Canadian lifted up at chest height. A fallaway slam sends Aries overhead, and crashing down to the mat. But Nest put too much behind that one, and Aries bounces out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Armadaist uses the guard rail to get back to his feet, slowly but surely making his way up to a vertical base as Nest watches on from the other side of the ring. As his opponent stands, Nest hits the ropes for momentum, and he launches himself through the ropes with a suicide dive! Down goes Aries, and Nest stands right back up. He brings Aries up with him and rolls the Canadian into the ring, with his head and neck hanging over the apron. Some clubbing blows to the chest connect, before Nest climbs up onto the apron himself. A leg drop ensues, and Aries is rolled back into the ring. BRIAN MASON: I’m not sure how much more Aries has got left in him here, Jack. I’m sensing this one is near the end. Nest stalks after his prey as Aries picks himself up in the center of the ring. He charges at Aries with a clothesline, but the Canadian ducks! Aries hooks the arms and delivers some trapped headbutts to the chest, trying to wear Nest down. But even after five or six of those, Nest is still standing. Aries runs against the ropes for momentum, trying anything to see if he can salvage this match. He leaps up with a cross body block, but Nest catches him in mid air. Nest parades around the ring with his trapped prey held up at chest height, before he turns Aries upside down. The Tree Plant is delivered in the center of the ring and Nest covers with one hand on the chest. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by pinfall, NEEESSSST! BRIAN MASON: A dominant performance by Nest there, he might have just shown the rest of the Defiance roster what’s in store in this Destiny Cup. JACK WARREN: And Subversion should’ve taken note too, Mase. Nothing’s gonna stop that man right there. Nest shrugs off the referee as he tries to raise his arm, and leaves the ring without celebrating. The crowd continue booing him as he goes, but that doesn’t faze Nest all that much. WINNER BY PINFALL: Nest (7:24) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 29 2016, 10:44 AM Post #9 |
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![]() The familiar flatline sound from the last Defiance rings through the arena with the indicator of death on the Knoxtron. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP…… ---BEEP BEEP...BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP…BEEP BEEP The redline starts and keeps a slow but steady wave that indicates life…. “I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware) I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware)” The dark brooding intro of “Beware” by Big Pun from his classic Capital Punishment album waves through the Prudential Center causing hip hop heads to nod as the crowd to go into a full frenzy with the familiar NY Yankees hat starting the entrance video of the last Class of 2017 HKW Hall of Fame inductee. BRIAN MASON: Well well well HE’S BACK! JACK WARREN: Whoopie not a fucking care. The lights fade to black as only a neon yellow hazardous sign shine on the stage entrance. As the dark bass continues former HKW World and Global Champion Jason Mentez takes a slow step from the dark into the light dead in the middle of the hazardous sign on the stage. The near home crowd continues to lose it as his short cut hair is shown with him looking down toward the stage. Suddenly he looks forward and on cue small little neon lights along the crowd light up and are held in the air. His black/gold Adidas jacket says ‘El Irrompible’ on the back with baggy LRG denim jeans with black Timberland boots on his feet. A number of cell phone lights are held up with the neon bars by many fans giving a unique aura to his new entrance. Jason nods with a straight face as takes it all in the crowd showing love and surprising him with the response. He walks forward the hazardous sign moving over him to fall inside the ring as he walks down the ramp slapping fives and giving dap to the Newark fans. BRIAN MASON: He looks a lot thicker. JACK WARREN: It’s the new Kanye Fatboy plan. Why is he here?! BRIAN MASON: Ummm, he was traded. Sliding into the ring he takes his time getting to a knee and just staying there a moment on that knee in the middle of the ring as the house lights start to come back on and the neon lights from the fans are cutting off. He gets to his feet as Whisper hands him a mic and with a nod he says ‘congratulations’ to her the cameras catching the small bit before he turns inside the ring and his new theme music fades. The fade of the music only brings the crowd to repeating cheers. CROWD: HARDEST….HARDEST….WRECKLESS….WRECKLESS...HARDEST…..WRECKLESS….HARDEST…. The pattern changes every so often but the words ring clear enough to bring Jason to a smile still not able to say anything for a minute. You can tell the emotion in his eyes as he keeps his body rigid in the ring but eventually does bring the mic to his lips. JASON MENTEZ: Yo...thank you… The crowd blows even more off those three words as he breaks into a smile some more and the crowd lowers their volume. JASON MENTEZ: It...It only made sense for me to come out here at this time. Newark, New Jersey. The bricks. My foundation. My start in professional wrestling. Thanks to a certain queen dat I’m sure yall know very well. Shouts to Mrs. Fisk-Jones herself she in the building tonite. Along with all my fam I love yall forreal. The crowd goes nuts at that as the knoxtron shows where Arkia is located with a proud smile. Crowds give a ‘Business Bitch’ chant. JASON MENTEZ: True Business Gym is exactly 13 minutes away from here going thataway, depending on the traffic of course. Justo en el camino. Jason points in the direction of the gym according to where he’s standing. JASON MENTEZ: 7 years ago I walked into the doors of dat building skinner than shit with nothing to work with. 5 years ago I walked into the Golden Dome Athletic Center...my first real match ever, starting my indy career. Right over there…Justo en el camino. Jason points in the direction of the very small venued center from the middle of the Prudential Center. JASON MENTEZ: Newark is home. HKW is home. So it was only fucking rite for Wreck to step back in where he belongs...rite the fuck back home! DADDY’S FUCKING HOME!!! WE BACK ON DOOOOEE!! The crowd roars at that while he gets a lot more hype in the ring. His arms spreading out soaking in the response for a short time before bringing the mic back toward his lips. JASON MENTEZ: Somebody better have a meal waiting for me too!! I’m hungry! I’m eating! Goddamn yall. Thank you...Thank you those dat stood by a vato. Who still wrote n showed love even when you wasn’t sure bout me. Those who love thru my fuckups. Thank you fans because yall the reason this return gon be the best thing you’ve ever seen from me. This rite here not bout legacy or position. I’m Hall of Fame stamp dat shit n those don’t like it can suck my dick. Is you talkin bout scrappin? Dats my question. This, this part...is about yall. The ones dat rode for me. I’m giving you dat vato wreckless. I’m giving you dat nigga hardest. Straight malicious I'm sayin. Is you talkin bout scrappin? I’m giving you the man yall been missing from those days back deep in the barrio because dats where THE BRICKS grew to love me. Knew to respect me. Knew me before anybody else in the world was introduced to me. I began here. I grew here. Now I return here and it’ll be like I never fucking left n it’ll be better. It gotta be cause dats what yall deserve deadass serious yall. Dats exactly what yall deserve. Cheers ring as Jason takes a pause pointing out toward the crowd. Showing his seriousness about his words and what the crowd and his fans deserve. JASON MENTEZ: There will be more 5 star moments. Gon be more violence. There be more ‘holy shits’ n ‘what the fucks’ to chant in my name. I have seen n understand what almost losing it all means. Almost falling ova dat edge. Its freeing n the most scariest thing at the same damn time. Point is, there’s only dis one life out here. We bout to live this shit yall. LIT SHIT!! And I’m bout dat scrap. I’m out here ready to son these niggas n set these hoes. This is the last stretch you’ll see of HKW witout Wreck. THE VERY FUCKING LAST!! I mean dat shit from the bottom of my heart yo... “TIME TO PLAY THE GAMEEEEEE” Just as Mentez goes to continue, he’s cut off by the intro to Motorhead’s “The Game” as confusion is in the air for a brief moment, before the fans begin to cheer loudly as a nervous looking Jinzai walked out onto the stage. BRIAN MASON: Jinzai!? JACK WARREN: THE MAN demands answers! He paused for a moment, taking in the loud, raucous reaction from the Jersey crowd, before making his way down to the ring. Jinzai’s anxious demeanor all but disappears the second he gets down to ringside and he gives Mentez a smile as he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle ropes. Jin’s music dies down and both men look around at the fans for a brief moment as dueling chants for the both of them fill the arena. JINZAI: I’m sorry for cutting in… I just wanted to be the first to welcome ya back to the ring. Jinzai paused as a small section of fans cheered, before shaking his head. JINZAI: No no, seriously dude. For the absolute longest, you were the hardest working guy on the roster and Mr. No Days Off. Whenever the talk of people who have been in this company since Day One comes up, your name is usually one of the first on people’s minds for that and everything you’ve accomplished. It’s great to finally get you back in the ring again after the accident and everything that’s happened. We’ve missed you. The Jersey crowd cheer Jinzai’s words, but Jinzai himself looks uncomfortable as he looks away. JINZAI: But… that’s not the only reason I’m out here. The cheers begin to quiet down, and Mentez looks at Jinzai questioningly. The self professed Super Saiyan gives a sad, somber look as he shuffles a little, before looking back up. JINZAI: I… haven’t really been at this wrestling thing long. Only about two and a half full years of wrestling with a year and a half of injury, school, and getting my life on track in between. I spent my first year as a wrestler in and out of hospitals after ripping open my stomach and having my guts nearly fall out, then immediately went back on injured reserve after my first Wargames Match when I tore up one of my arms. I left, started doing college classes, and then got the call to come here from Michael Alexander and I couldn’t ignore it… there was a part of me that wanted to see what could’ve been. Plus I’d be teaming with my best friend, the guy that wheeled me around the hospital when it was where I had to stay for a little while. And I came in here and hit the ground running. We won the ladder match for the Number One Contenders Match for the Tag Titles, we won the Tag Titles at Destiny and everything seemed great… Jinzai sighs, before running a hand through his hair as he leans against the ropes, his shoulders sagging visibly as he spoke. JINZAI: Then we split, I put my body through hell to beat Riley to become HKW’s first Hybrid Champion and I haven’t really been right since then. I thought it was just being in a rut… now it’s… I don’t know anymore. I’ve been trying to fix it, to say I don’t have a problem and that I’d get the next one. But maybe this entire time I’ve been running from the fact that I’m the problem. That the reason I’m stalled in the ring is something I’m doing and… He paused, trying to figure out a way of wording this. The fans chants of “PLEASE DON’T GO” make it that much harder as he runs a hand through his hair and gives a sad smile. JINZAI: I’m not gonna bullshit around it any longer. This is more than likely the last time that I’m gonna be in a Defiance Ring for a while. The boos begin raining down and the chants grow louder as Jinzai looks out to the fans pleadingly, hoping they’d understand. JINZAI: Look, guys… I’ve sucked for like the last year, year and a half and continuing on while trying to pretend nothing has been mentally and physically draining. Maybe a little time away from the ring is something I need to get back on track. Price signed off Friday Morning, and all I have to do is show up at Destiny. Jinzai turns to look at Mentez and takes a deep breath, before continuing. JINZAI: I don’t have it in me to do a normal meet and greet, believe me I’ve tried. And there’s no way that I’m gonna do that for the biggest show of the year or leave the people that’ve been supporting me since I first got here hanging. And that brings me to why I’m out here, Jay. The fans, realizing where this was going, begin cheering loudly. Even Jinzai couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his features. JINZAI: You don’t have a match at Destiny yet, and I wanna put on the best match I possibly can, win, lose, or draw. I’ve faced Kol-ty, Emilio, and Fel… though we hate talking about the company that match happened in. If you wouldn’t mind it though? There’s nobody better I could think of wrestling at Destiny than the man right in front of me. Jason hears the cheers and roars of Jersey. He smiles at the reaction before bringing the mic up giving Jinzai his undivided attention. JASON MENTEZ: So we talkin bout a Jin vs Jay at the biggest stage of em all? Is dat what we on? How do it make yall feel eh? How do dat feel? He gives a moment for the fans to ring out even louder in response to the prospect of them going at it at Destiny. JASON MENTEZ: Thank you for the welcome back Jinzai. Appreciate dat first off. Secondly, I accept. We on for Destiny. Hopefully this show you aint done yet cause HKW a less hype place witout its Super Saiyan. Jason extends his free hand to shake with Jinzai to make the accepting of the match official between the two friends while nodding in head with a smile. Giving a bright grin, Jin accepted the hand and the match is all but official! BRIAN MASON: We have a for sure five star match etched in right here for Destiny. JACK WARREN: More like 2 star. The fans roar loudly as the two shake hands and Jinzai holds up Jason’s hand, causing the cheers to grow even louder. The two men go to part ways…. BRIAN MASON: Destiny: Chapter 3 Jinzai vs Jason Mentez. A match of respect and skill. JACK WARREN: And will not even be close to a 5 star--- JINZAI CUTTER ON JASON MENTEZ! BRIAN MASON: WAITWHAT!?! JACK WARREN: HEEY!! THE MAN APPROVES!!! Just might have something here now!! GO SAIYAN LOSER!! The cheers are all silenced at once, and the entire arena looks on in shock and disbelief as Jinzai stands over Mentez’s prone form, his head lowered and face obscured by a wall of black hair. He finally looks up, and his face is blank and expressionless, not giving a hint of what possessed him to lay out his close friend the way he has as he ducks through the middle ropes and begins to walk away from the ring, not giving Mentez a second . About midway up the ramp, he stops and looks up at the Knoxtron, seeing Mentez beginning to stir. Jin watches for a few long moments as Mentez uses the ropes to try and pull himself up, and for the first time in a few moments Jinzai’s stoic facade cracks and emotion begins to show on the face of the former Hybrid Champion: Hate. Anger. And all of it aimed at Mentez. Without missing a beat, he turns and runs right back down to the ring and slides in, laying in wait for Mentez to turn around - and delivers a second Jinzai Cutter to Mentez! The fans find their voices and begin to boo and boo loudly as Jinzai begins to unload on Mentez with the punches and kicks, before shoving him out of the ring and onto the floor. The self proclaimed “Super Saiyan” is out for blood as he begins tearing apart the steel steps, and begins to drag Mentez over towards the base of the steps, punching and screaming at him the entire way. JINZAI: You should've stayed gone, Jay! YOU SHOULD’VE FUCKING STAYED GONE, GODDAMMIT! YOU’RE NOT TAKING MY SPOT! Jin places Mentez’s right arm along the base of the steps and walks over, picking up the steps themselves as the fans and personnel at ringside beg and plead with Jinzai to not go through with it, remembering all the damage that Mentez had sustained in the accident to that arm. Jinzai’s too far gone at this point to listen to reason as he heaves the steps above his head, then brings the steps down - AND NEARLY CRUSHES MENTEZ’S FOREARM UNDER THE STEPS! BRIAN MASON: JESUS CHRIST!! JACK WARREN: WOOOOOO!!! NOW THIS IS A WELCOME!! Mentez screams out in agony and cradles his damaged arm as EMTs and Trainers pour from the back and Jinzai backs away, his work here clearly done. The boos were deafening as he backed around ringside and gave the barest hint of a smirk, happy at what he’s just done as the trainers swarm Mentez. ![]() Cameras cut backstage where we see RIP member, Shelton Monroe, in the parking lot, next to where all of the Reapers’ motorcycles have been parked. He’s smiling as he seems to be talking on his phone. SHELTON MONROE: Yeaaaaah, mami. I’ll be around after me and the boys take care of some of these chumps. Then you can show me what them Mexican hips do. The person, probably a booty call, responds, getting a grin out of the Reaper. SHELTON MONROE: Yeah, that sounds g- Shleton’s phone is snatched out of his hands by someone outside of the shot. Shelton, a man with a short fuse, quickly turns around and begins cursing out the person without even seeing who it is. SHELTON MONROE: FUCK YOU THINK YOU DOING SNATCHING MY PHONE LIKE THAT? YOU KNOW I CAN GET YOU KI- Monroe finally realizes who is standing in front of him, forcing him to stop what he was saying. As Shelton stands there with his mouth open in shock, the camera pans over to show Jaxon Queen with the phone in his hand. Queen grins as he responds to the person on the other line. JAXON QUEEN: Yeah, Consuela? Shelton will call you when he gets out of the hospital in a few days. Bye bye. Jaxon shuts the phone off and tosses it, the impact it makes with the ground being heard but not being seen. JAXON QUEEN: Hey, Shelton. I’m glad I found you. I need you to give your good ol’ pal Luke a message. And I want to make sure that you give it to him loud and clear. Shelton doesn’t say anything, but manages to regain his composure a bit, so Jaxon presses on. JAXON QUEEN: Because you see, your friend, stablemate, whatever the fuck he is to you and you are to him...he’s done something I can’t condone. He’s walking around here with something that should be mine and I JUST. DON’T. LIKE IT. Queen puts a hand on Monroe’s shoulder. JAXON QUEEN: And tonight, due to his cowardice, you’re going to end up paying for it. Shelton’s eyes widen, but before he can even think about making a move, Jaxon stuns him with a headbutt, breaking his nose! The blood pours right out of Shelton’s nose as he drops to a knee, only for Jaxon to use his strength and grab Monroe from around the wait before driving him down onto the hard ground with a gutwrench suplex! As Shelton howls out in pain, Jaxon slowly gets up and stares at Monroe, who writhes around in pain. JAXON QUEEN: I’m sorry that it had to be you, Shelton. After all, you’re just a big headed pawn who does the bitch work for Lance and Luke and Viktor. Queen lifts Monroe up and powerslams him onto the hood of a nearby car, causing a dent in it. Jaxon yanks him off the hood of the car and proceeds to look at him, shaking his head...then tosses him through the driver’s side window! JAXON QUEEN: You know, this didn’t need to happen, but when you’ve been shafted as much as I have, you stop caring and you start taking action. Sort of like I’m doing right now. Again, sorry. Jaxon rips a crimson masked Shelton out of the car and hooks his arms around his waist before sending him flying with a release German suplex! Monroe’s body hits the ground with a nasty thud, but Queen doesn’t seem to give a shit. JAXON QUEEN: You probably won’t remember a moment of this ass whooping when you wake up in whatever hospital is around here in Jersey, but those cameras recording me surely will put this down in history. And I hope it’s something that Luke watches and really takes into consideration within the next two weeks, because I swear to God, I’m going to do a lot worse to another member of RIP if he still says no. The Killer of Fuckboys grabs the ankles of the RIP member and slowly drags him over to the same car that he dented by powerslamming Shelton on it. Jaxon then lifts him into a powerbomb position before driving him into the hood again! But Queen doesn’t stop there as he keeps the hold on and lifts Monroe up again, slamming into the hood once more. And yet, it doesn’t end there as Jaxon lifts Shelton up for a third time, driving him with full force into the hood of the car, finally releasing him! Queen then gets right in Monroe’s knocked out and bloodied up face, finally snapping. JAXON QUEEN: YOU AND ALL OF YOUR CIRCLEJERK FUCKBOY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO LEARN NOT TO FUCK WITH ME! YOU’RE GOING TO LEARN NOT TO TAKE WHAT’S MINE! Jaxon chuckles as he calms down a bit. JAXON QUEEN: Don’t worry though. I’ll make sure Luke gets what’s his too. Maybe even a beating as bad as this. The Erie native rips Shelton off of the hood of the car and drags him over to the ground, near his bike, before letting him lie there. Jaxon looks at the motorcycle with a smile, then kicks it over, forcing it to land right on Shelton’s right arm! Monroe, even though he’s been knocked loopy, feels the pain and howls out, but Jaxon just smirks at him. JAXON QUEEN: Boy, I bet that hurts. What’s this shit actually weight? 500-600 pounds? Maybe more? Sheesh, you must be in real pain. Here, let me help. Queen slowly makes his way over to the screaming Monroe and mounts himself on top of him before repeatedly punching him with a closed right fist! Jaxon punches and punches and punches! He doesn’t stop when he hears Shelton go silent, instead opting to take out all of his anger on the man with the punches! Once he’s done, however, Queen gets to his feet and looks down at Monroe with a sneer. JAXON QUEEN: Thanks for helping me send a message, Shelton... Right hand drenched in Shelton’s blood, Jaxon makes his way out of the shot, saying one more thing before he walks off. JAXON QUEEN: Tell Luke he’s got two weeks when you see him...after you wake up from your fucking coma. It takes a few seconds, but a security guard finally finds Shelton and immediately calls for help as the scene slowly fades out, one last shot of the bleeding Monroe being shown. ![]() The scene opens up outside a known hangout of the notorious biker gang Reapers In Pride, Jameson's Pub. Outside the bar were several members the the biker gang including the likes of Kyan Winters and Viktor Volkov along with his two pits who were wearing custom made RIP cuts. A cameraman from HKW was there looking around cautiously just in case a fight broke out or somebody just decided to attack and rob him. Frost noticed this and chuckled. VIKTOR VOLKOV: What are you afraid of? I promised you nothing bad happen. And nothing will. He chuckles as his dogs bark at the cameraman. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I’m man of my word. Nothing bad will happen to you. You should get drink. No telling how long it will take little Banks to find her way here. I may have knocked a few screws loose at Catastrophe, haha.. The cameraman eased up a little bit but he was still cautious. Winters smoked away at his cigarette and laughed at seeing the man still afraid. KYAN WINTERS: Pieces. That reminds me. Kyan slaps his hand off of his gut and rolls it around in a circle. KYAN WINTERS: I’m starvin! Gonna go grab a bite of that GRADE A SAUCE MCBEEF BURG--- Before Kyan can finish his thought, a yellow Lamborghini Diablo comes zooming down the street, blowing right past the red light before the bar. The driver stops right in front of the pub, not bothering to park the car properly before the suicide doors rise. FELICITY BANKS: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DOG?! The voice of Felicity Banks echos all around the city, the Supreme herself stepping out of her vehicle with a baseball bat in hand. FELICITY BANKS: I will literally burn your fucking families alive if you hurt my dog! I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS TO ME, I WILL USE YOUR CHILDREN’S HEADS AS BASEBALLS! She pulls the doors shut and starts tapping the metal bat off the ground. FELICITY BANKS: THIS IS TOO DAMN FAR! TOOOOOO FREAKING FAR! Volkov and Kyan stand there laughing at the angry Felicity. The cameraman on the other hand didn’t think anything was funny and just wanted nothing to do with this whole situation. VIKTOR VOLKOV: How you know we did not drop off pooch to shelter? Find better home for him? Maybe… He looks down to his dogs. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I gave my boys here snack. It is perhaps a dog eat dog world isn’t it, yes? FELICITY BANKS: Because dogs aren’t heartless pricks like you wastes of cells. Get the fuck out of my way. Felicity pushes past Volkov and swings the bat at the air to make both Reapers duck. She pulls open the bar door, smashes the first table she sees with the bat, and grabs a hold of the first person she sees… A stripper! FELICITY BANKS: You don’t--- A maniacal laugh escapes her lips to mask the rage. FELICITY BANKS: You don’t wanna lie to me right now because I’ll splatter your brains all across that wall behind you, and you know what’s gonna happen to me? Nothing. Not a single fucking thing. You have three words. Felicity grabs the woman’s throat, squeezing just a bit for a choke. FELICITY BANKS: Three words to tell me where my dog is. You use two, I bash your skull in. You use four, I bash your skull in. You don’t tell me at all, I bash your skull in and use the child that your dirty ass left at home as a fucking slave until I decide to let him or her go. She tightens her grip. FELICITY BANKS: Three.Fucking.Words. The women goes to speak, but suddenly… ???: OH FELLLLLLLLYYYY! The voice gets Felicity to release her grip as she spins around and walks in the direction of the voice. She tightens her grip around the bat as she walks past the actual bar and heads toward the back to see an office door creaking open. LANCE WINTERS: THAT’S RIGHT! YOU’RE GETTING WARMER. She grinds down on her teeth, her face a bright red as she places her hand on the door and pushes it open. LANCE WINTERS: YOU’RE HOT AS ICEEEE! Hot ice that is..tehehehe. Felicity stands there with the bat staring at the chair. Still giggling, Lance spins around in the chair revealing himself holding her dog petting hIM with a sinister grin on his face. He looks down to the bat and playfully pouts. LANCE WINTERS: Oh...You didn’t bring THAT THERE FOR WITTLE OL’ ME did you? Felicity ignores Lance and stares right at her Frenchie, Bane; asking him if was okay. FELICITY BANKS: Nope. I can handle you without the bat I think. She drops her weapon, investigating the room as she steps forward. FELICITY BANKS: But I know wherever you go, they go. Kinda don’t have many friends to help me fight my battles, Lance. Sure as hell don’t have a club. She takes another step forward, a creek in the flooring startling her enough to make her jump back. FELICITY BANKS: Fuck this. Give me my dog, Lance! He hasn’t done anything to anyone! She stares down at Bane’s face, her bottom lip puckering out. FELICITY BANKS: He’s scared and he’s hungry. Just give him to me, I’ll go steal some food from back there, and we’ll act like this never happened. LANCE WINTERS: Ah, ah. Ahhhhhh. The World Champion wags his finger and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: I’m afraid YOU’RE IN NO PLACE to negotiate, sweetie. WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO AHEAD and take a seat. MAKE YOURSELF comfy. Lance pets Bane a little more before extending his hand to the chair in front of the desk. Felicity rolls her eyes, visibly unamused by the situation. Despite that, the Supreme had been around Lance and the rest of RIP long enough to know that going against their requests never ends well for anyone. She put her ego to the side for her dogs safety, taking a few small steps before she plants her backside on the chair. FELICITY BANKS: … what? Winters looks down at Bane and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: Cute LITTLE GUY ain’t he? He pets him behind the ears and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: I WONDER HOW he manages having such a BACK STABBER FOR A mother. He looks up at Felicity and pouts. LANCE WINTERS: You’ve REALLY BEEN HURTING MY FEELINGS lately, Felly. What happen to US. We used to be such great friends. Lance’s eyes wander to a remote near the edge of the desk. LANCE WINTERS: Say...WHY DON’T CHA get that there REMOTE AND TURN ON THE telly for me….Felly? She reluctantly grabs the remote and presses the power button to turn on the TV. The picture fills up with Felicity walking into a bar similar to Jameson’s, only this one was in Philadelphia. She watches herself tell Lance that she wanted to talk business, knowing full well that this was when The deal was made. FELICITY BANKS: You’re showing me this… She turns back toward Lance. FELICITY BANKS: Why? LANCE WINTERS: So you don’t FORGET ABOUT WHO always had your back. He smirks and pets Bane some more. LANCE WINTERS: So you know THAT I KNOW that you know THAT I KNOW YOU. So you know all this...ALL THIS THAT YOU HAVE BECOME today wouldn’t have been without THE REAPERS. His grin goes away and he stares at Felicity coldly now. LANCE WINTERS: And you dare AND TRY TO MAKE A mockery of that FRIENDSHIP. That’s something I don’t take KINDLY TO, FELICITY. NOT ONE BIT. I understand, I HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT. Something you YEARN FOR….Maybe I did take that chance away from you...But that chance was never yours in THE FIRST PLACE, now was it, Felicity? It was ours from the moment Zakk left it for us. HELL YOU CAN EVEN say….It was ours the moment he won that damn match. Lance laughs a little. LANCE WINTERS: And you just...Tried and take that away from us huh? BUT OF COURSE….Reapers don’t forget WHEN THERE’S A favor to give. You have to understand….THAT I JUST DON’T GET WHY YOU’RE so angry about that, buddy. BUDDY OL’ PAL. It was business...GOOD BUSINESS. Why must you tarnish a fruitful friendship LIKE THAT. Felicity thinks over Lance’s words, but you can see she cares very little for them. Her focus remains on Bane as pants and licks his nose. FELICITY BANKS: Give.Me.My.Dog. Lance lets out a sigh and releases his grip from the Frenchie. Bane hops on on the table and Superman dives into Felicity’s lap, the Supreme letting out a relieving sigh. LANCE WINTERS: I wasn’t gonna HURT the little fella! COME ON! THE PREZ LOVES THE PUPS! Felicity ignores Lance and jumps out of her chair, but Lance grabs a hold of her wrist before she can walk off. LANCE WINTERS: But now you know that I can get you in ways that no one else can. Do you really believe that you can’t be broken now? Fel rips her away from Lance and trails off, Lance chuckling as he watches Felicity and Bane walk away. LANCE WINTERS: HAHAHAHA… HAHAHAHAHAHA *cough* HAH! You will… be broken. The visual turns into a static filled screen before Defiance cuts back to ringside. ![]() The show cuts back to ringside, where we see Miguel Giovanni and Chance Frost already in the ring with the special guest ref Hunter Werth and Whisper Viperi. She stands at the center of the ring before raising the mic up to her lips and introducing the next match. WHISPER VIPERI: The following is your main event! It is a fatal four way match scheduled for one fall and it is for a spot in the Destiny Golden Opportunity ladder match! Introducing first, he is your special guest referee...HUNTER WERTH! Hunter raises his arm in the air and the audience cheers before he steps back. WHISPER VIPERI: And already in the ring, representing RISE, from Miami, Florida; he is MIGUEL GIOVANNI!!! Miguel raises his arms to boos before waving off the fans and heading back into his corner. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, already in the ring, representing the Reapers In Pride, he is CHANCE FROST!!! We put this festival on you bastards, with a lot of love We worked around the year for you pigs Are you gonna break our walls down? Are you gonna try it? Well you go to hell! The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs. However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs. His rowdy antics, including him flicking out some fans and playfully arguing with them, only gets them even more behind him. He slaps the hands of more fans on his way down, before reaching the barricade. It takes him a moment, but he ascends it and stands upon it with ninja-like ease. He scans the arena once more, roaring expletive, but uplifting words for the crowd to hear. He then gets down and rushes underneath the bottom rope. He smacks the mat as he gets up. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from Clitheroe, Lancashire, England; he is the current ITV champion....JACKIE FOWLER!!! "Yeah... I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God... Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side... " "Flexicution” by Logic blared through the (insert venue name here)! The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for the Crowned Royalty Champion. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture! Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her. She held her 2016 Mid-Year Miracle On The Mic Knoxer Award in hand which only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play! "Like this that flexicution" Fran proceeded on and rolled into the ring. Once she settled herself she lifted the Defiance logo microphone up to her mouth. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from Bloomfield, New Jersey! Some of the fans that were booing cheer just for the fact that Fran is from Jersey (clearly forgetting that Fleexico is not a country). WHISPER VIPERI: She is the Fleexican....FRAN!!! Whisper exits the ring and Hunter does what most refs do as he checks for any hidden weapons on all competitors. Once he’s done doing that, Hunter calls for the bell to start the match! MAIN EVENT: WINNER GETS DESTINY GO SPOT Chance Frost vs Fran vs Jackie Fowler vs Miguel Giovanni DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Well, here we go! The final match of the night for a spot in the Destiny Golden Opportunity ladder match! JACK WARREN: And the Fleexican is about to win it in her home state, YAWL. Once the bell rings, Hunter steps back and allows the competitors to start the match. Fran quickly exits the ring, not wanting to actually fight, which gets some boos from the audience. Jackie walks over to the ropes and motions for Fran to get her ass back in the ring, but Fran shakes her head, telling the other three to wrestle the match. While Jackie is distracted with Fran, Miguel sneaks up from behind him and rolls him up! BRIAN MASON: Miguel’s trying to steal one right here! ONE! BROKEN UP BY CHANCE! JACK WARREN: I think Chance Frost just saved Jackie Fowler from being embarrassed. Frost rips Giovanni off of Fowler, stopping the pinfall attempt, before throwing his ass out of the ring. Chance then turns around and eats a clothesline from Jackie for his troubles, knocking him down onto the mat! Jackie goes on the attack after that, stomping away at him before getting him up to both feet and shoving him back into a corner. Fowler, being the bastard that he is, fires off with multiple chops to the chest before pulling him right into a headlock and dragging him towards the center of the ring...before giving him a noogie to cheers from the Jersey audience! BRIAN MASON: Ha! JACK WARREN: You would find something like this funny, Mase! Such immaturity! Grow up! Jackie eventually stops being a playground bully and transitions the hold into a front facelock before driving Frost’s head right into the mat with a DDT! Fowler turns Chance over and goes for the cover right after, hooking both legs! BRIAN MASON: DDT by Fowler! Is it enough to put Chance away? ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY FRAN! JACK WARREN: YES, YAWL. Fran stomps the back of Jackie’s head, forcing the breakup of the pin! She then stomps away at Fowler, clearly wanting to take out the biggest problem for her in this match. Fran grabs Jackie and slowly gets him up to both feet before trying to irish whip him. But Jackie pumps the brakes and instead reverses it by using his strength to throw the Fleexican over the ropes and out onto the ground outside! BRIAN MASON: Fran thought she had the upper hand there but Fowler sent her right back out! JACK WARREN: I’ve never seen an inbred Englishman before, but I guess Fowler decided to show me something new too! Fowler turns around after he cusses Fran out, but runs right into an enzuigiri from Miguel! Jackie drops to the mat and Miguel quickly rushes over, looking to make the cover and steal a victory! BRIAN MASON: Enzuigiri by Miguel! He might have the win right here! ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY CHANCE FROST! JACK WARREN: Thank God for Chance Frost! Chance dives in to break up the pin before he grabs Miguel by the head. Frost gets Giovanni up to both feet before he irish whips him towards the ropes! However, when Miguel bounces back, he takes Chance down with a crossbody, flooring the Reaper! Miguel gets to his feet again after that and looks around at the laid out superstars before seeing Fran getting to her feet on the outside. Giovanni quickly slides out of the ring after that and grabs Fran before hooking her head and hitting a snap suplex right on the ground outside, getting the audience to let out a groan of pain! BRIAN MASON: My god, did you hear that? JACK WARREN: Sounded like hell and it sounded like the end of Fran in this match. Giovanni grabs Fran and rolls her back into the ring before he slides in and immediately goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Miguel gets to his feet after that kickout, not bothering to argue with the ref. Instead, he grabs a stirring Fowler and tosses him out of the ring, not wanting the Englishman to be involved in the match! He then looks over at Chance and motions for him to get up as well before running forward and catching him with a dropkick that sends him stumbling backwards and falling through the ropes! Giovanni turns and sees Fowler slowly getting up on the outside, so he charges and slides, knocking him back down with a baseball slide! BRIAN MASON: Miguel is all over the place right now! JACK WARREN: How the hell is a RISE kid doing so well? BRIAN MASON: I think he’s caught them all by surprise by what he can do! The Jamaican-Italian wrestler then looks over at the Fleexican before he sees her slowly get to all fours. That’s when Miguel charges in and attempts a curb stomp, only for Fran to move out of the way, forcing Miguel to just stomp the mat instead! Fran is quick to her feet and waits for Miguel to turn around before she rocks him with a jumping spinning heel kick! Giovanni falls to the mat and Fran looks ready to go for the cover, but stops when she sees Jackie trying to slide in, only to catch him with a low dropkick to the head that sends him falling right back out! Fran crawls over to Miguel afterwards! BRIAN MASON: Fran now in control! Does she have enough to put Miguel away? ONE! TWO! CHANCE BREAKS IT UP! JACK WARREN: GOD DAMMIT, CHANCE! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! Chance dives in and breaks the pinfall attempt up before he pulls Fran up by her hair and tosses her out of the ring, forcing her to hit the ground hard as she falls! Frost turns his attention back to Miguel, getting him up as well before irish whipping him into a corner! Chance then runs forward and hits a corner splash, knocking the wind out of Miguel before he pulls him out of the corner and hits a snap suplex! Chance goes for the cover right after! BRIAN MASON: Chance just crushed Miguel with that corner splash! JACK WARREN: Well, Chance also damn near killed Fran just by tossing her out of the ring, so I have no doubt he wants to hurt everyone in this match. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Miguel kicks out, but Chance seems convinced he had it as he looks over at Hunter and accuses him of screwing him out of the win! Hunter stands his ground and tells Chance he did nothing wrong and was just calling it down the middle. After a couple of seconds of arguing, Frost turns around and gets rocked with a spinning backfist, courtesy of Jackie Fowler! Chance drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes as the audience cheers at the sight of Jackie Fowler! BRIAN MASON: Fowler just rocked Chance with that spinning backfist! JACK WARREN: Can’t spell Jackie without Jack! Everyone’s got a little of THE MAN in them. But THE MAN has all of THE MAN in him! Jackie goes after Miguel after knocking out Chance and gets the RISE wrestler up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the corner. Jackie then goes for a corner splash, but Miguel catches him with a boot, sending him stumbling backwards! Miguel charges at Fowler, who catches him and plants him with a snap scoop powerslam! Fowler gets to his feet after that when he sees Fran trying to run back in before he rocks her with a right handed punch, sending her falling back down onto the ground! Jackie then goes for the cover on Miguel, wanting to qualify for the Destiny GO match! BRIAN MASON: Fowler could put Miguel away right here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: I’m surprised that little spitfuck had it in him to kickout! Fowler, not being one to complain to the ref, quickly gets to his feet after that and sees Chance slowly getting to his. So Jackie runs forward and rips Chance up to his feet before laying him out with a single knee facebreaker! Chance is out cold as Jackie goes for the cover on him, believing that to be it! BRIAN MASON: Glock 17! Jackie may have just put Chance Frost away and locked in a spot to this Destiny Golden Opportunity match! JACK WARREN: Please, no. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Jackie seems a bit surprised at the kickout, but all Hunter can tell him is that it was a kickout at two! So Fowler gets to his feet after letting out a sigh, only for Miguel to run forward and catch him with a running front dropkick, sending him falling out of the ring! BRIAN MASON: Great dropkick by Miguel there! Miguel gets to his feet after hitting that dropkick and taunts the audience some, getting some boos. However, some of those boos turn to cheers, getting Miguel to look at the fans in confusion. He then turns around and is met by a flying Fran, who catches him with a missile dropkick, sending him falling through the ropes and out of the ring! JACK WARREN: YAAAAAAAAASSSSSS! Fran quickly takes advantage of the precious few seconds she has left, realizing Chance has been perfectly set up for one of her match finishing moves! Climbing the corner Frost is closest to, Fran keeps her back to the Reaper. Once at the top, Fran leaps off, corkscrewing in the air before landing on Chance, completing a corkscrew moonsault! She hooks both legs as she then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: TWERKSCREW MOONSAULT! FRAN MIGHT HAVE IT HERE! JACK WARREN: SHE DOES HAVE IT HERE! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner and earning a spot into the Destiny Golden Opportunity ladder match....FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!! Fran quickly rolls out of the ring after picking up the victory, not wanting her arm raised by Hunter. Jackie and Miguel both come to and both shake their heads when they realized that they both failed to qualify for the GO match. BRIAN MASON: Fran picks up the win due to coming in at the right time! JACK WARREN: And imagine how that skill is going to come into use come Destiny time! Fran and Hunter stare each other down, both knowing they have to go through each other get the case. Hunter looks above afterwards to the briefcase that’s been set up while Fran looks up and points to it. WINNER (and advancing to Destiny GO): Fran (14:58) |
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