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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 11 2016, 11:21 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Albany, New York Venue: Times Union Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance LV poster! ![]() |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 11 2016, 11:27 PM Post #2 |
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![]() PREVIOUSLY RECORDED Earlier in the day, a few hours before the show, cameras managed to catch Brian Stryker arriving to the arena. He was walking through the parking structure when he was stopped by some fans who got to the show early just for these moments. They jog up and stop Brian. FAN 1: Can I get your autograph? Brian gins as he puts his bag down and grabs the pen. BRIAN STRYKER: Sure why not. For a few minutes that’s what Brian did. Signed a few posters, took a couple of pictures. Brian loved it. He always enjoyed giving a few minutes to the fans. Afterall, wasn’t for them he would have never even made it far in wrestling. Before he could continue with the fans, a car came speeding into the lot, coming dangerously close to Stryker and the fan as it parks right next to them. The driver’s side door opens and Jinzai pops out, his eyes covered in a pair of sunglasses and his bangs dyed pink. He looks around as he steps out, but he pauses at seeing Stryker and has to resist the urge to give a defiant sneer. JINZAI: Oh. It’s you. Jinzai’s normally cheery and energetic, if somewhat hyper disposition has all but disappeared after what transpired on the last episode of Defiance. Brian turned around and saw Jinz and just shook his head. Fair from him to question anything given his track record, but he couldn’t help but not approve silently of recent actions from Jinzai. BRIAN STRYKER: Yes it’s ame. Nice hair by the way. He grins a bit as he finishes up the last of the autographs. He turns back to Jinzai and crosses his arms. BRIAN STRYKER: Looking for that whole, reinvented look I see? Jinzai the cheers coming from several fans at seeing the hometown hero arriving as he rolls his eyes at Stryker’s words. JINZAI: Not all of us can rock the mini van mom cut unironically, Brian. Some of us like something new. Jinzai makes an annoyed face as he waves off the fans, not listening to the questions of why he did what he did as he looks at Stryker. JINZAI: Let me guess, you wanna come give me some kind of lecture on what I did? Brian just grins and chuckles as he playfully flicks his hair back to the side. BRIAN STRYKER: Don’t be hating on the hair man. But no I’m actually NOT gonna lecture ya. You got your own twisted little reason why and that’s all you need. What I say won’t matter a thing. Just realize that at some point all this, will come back to bite you. That I do know. You don’t go acting like an ass, douche, jackass, jerkwad, or dickhead for long before Karma comes and kicks ya RIGHT in the nutsack. One thing Brian knew it was that everything eventually caved in one you. All the attitude and backstabs will come back and screw you over in someway shape or form. Brian was still learning that lesson and he’ll probably be learning it until the day he dies. Jinzai nearly balked at the idea as he simply stares for a few moments, before letting out a snicker. JINZAI: KARMA? You think I’m worried about Karma after all I’ve been through? The fact that I’ve been fucked out of half of the matches I’ve competed in over the last two years, be it by outside forces, my own partner, some dillweed who knows he could never hold my jock in between the ropes but needs something to beat me? Or how about my personal favorite: my own need to appease those fucking fairweather ass sheep that chant for me to put my body - MY LIFE on the line with the only consolation prize for my pain being that I get to hear them chant my name like a broken record for a few minutes out of my day, then toss me aside when a shiny new toy shows up or someone who hasn’t done fuck all in MONTHS decides to dust themselves off and come back? Like hearing “Let’s go Jinzai!” Is gonna take away the undiagnosed concussions I’ve probably racked up doing stupid shit for them? By the time he was done, Jinzai was ranting, raving a little but Stryker could tell that this wasn’t even scratching the surface of what hung on Jinzai’s mind right now as he calmed down. JINZAI: No no no, Karma is a LIE in this business, Brian. I realized that too little too late. Brian waiting with the calmness of a monk as Jinzai ranted and raved at him about his reasons for turning his back. Staying stone face he just shakes his head. BRIAN STRYKER: Karma is the only thing that is real trust me. Look who you are talking to kid. I’ve been doing this shit for over 13 years. I’ve been put through more tables, had more head injuries, spilled more blood, then alot of wrestlers think is even possible. My body is covered in scar tissue. My knee is practically nonexistent at this point. I’ve had fans boo me and fans glorify me. Hell tonight in the main event, you can guarantee that a few fans are gonna be hoping I get dropped on my neck and break it. I’ve been tossed aside like yesterday news. When I had my utter collapse and vanished off the grid for a bit, did anyone care enough to come look for me? No. But I came back and I made them remember why they cheered. I don’t put myself through excruciating pain for the fans. I do it because it’s what I do. The fans cheering my name for a few minutes is just the bonus of it. If you honestly feel threatened for your “spot” when someone new shows up. Maybe you need to step away from it all cause kid, it only gets worse from here. JINZAI: You mean those same fans that cheered when it was Brooke in the ring with Alyce Karsten what, six months ago? Those same fans that cheered when you got handcuffed and were made to watch your wife, the mother of your seed, get beaten within an inch of her life to the point where she needed back surgery after the fact? Those same fans that stopped cheering you and started cheering the stupid shit you’re willing to put yourself through in order to hear their noise because they know no matter if they cheer or boo you, you’ll never sack up and call them on it? THOSE fans, Brian? Jinzai looks at Stryker in disgust. JINZAI: Y’know, you were one of the guys I wanted to be like as a wrestler. Because no matter what was said about you, you took a beating on the mic or in the ring and got back up to dish it out in kind. But if this is what being the good little boy scout gets me, trying to rationalize everything you do that’s shaved years and years off of your life, off of hers by proxy, for a pack of bloodthirsty fucks that wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out? Then let me bow out now. I’d rather have my dignity than continue being a human crash test dummy for them any longer. Brian for the first time this conversation, showed an emotion other than a laugh as he stepped closer to Jinzai. BRIAN STRYKER: Careful now kid. You’re treading dangerous waters now. You wanna talk dignity? I have my dignity. I have more than you. You lost all that when you decided to become a little whiney BITCH and throw that cheap shot out last week. I may be looked at as a crash test dummy. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stomp the pink out of your ass right now. I don’t need to call anyone out cause why should I? Me calling people sheep, not gonna change people’s opinion. But what do I know? I’m just a guy who’s been doing this for years. I’ve seen guys like you come and go in dozens. At some point you’re gonna be alone. No one to back you up. No one to support you. No one to pull you off your ass when you taken a beating. And just pray that you don’t end up in my case, with a fucking gun in your mouth ready to pull that trigger. Beware that sun Icarus. That fall will kick your ass. Brian gives him one last look before picking his bag up and walking off, heading into the arena. Jinzai scoffs, before picking up his bag and walking inside as well as the scene fades to black. ![]() Before the opening match of the night, cameras find one half of the Swiss-Italian Connection, Angelo Sands, on the phone. He seems to be worried as the line on the other side rings...and rings...and rings. Finally, the call ends, getting a sigh from Angelo, who is forced to leave a voicemail. ANGELO SANDS: Yo, Markus. I’m at the arena. I’m about to go out there and wrestle. And I don’t see you anywhere. Hell, I’m even at the spot you told me to meet you at in the arena. So, call me back, pal. Finishing that, Angelo closes the phone and lets out another sigh before he begins walking towards the entranceway. Some backstage workers almost pass Angelo, but he stops them by stepping in their way. ANGELO SANDS: Hey, guys. I know you don’t really owe me anything, but do you mind keeping a lookout and seeing if Markus shows up? I got a match coming up and I don’t really got the time to be doing that right now. Both men nod, getting a smile out of Angelo as he slaps one of them on the shoulder. ANGELO SANDS: Thanks. Now I gotta go. Got a Destiny Cup match I need to win. Smiling at the two men, Sands walks past them and heads towards the gorilla position as we cut to ringside. ![]() Outside of the Reapers in Pride locker room we see Kyan Winters discussing something with his stablemate, AG3. The camera can’t pick up on what’s being said, but the duo eventually walks away and leaves the locker room unguarded. A full ten seconds pass before Felicity Banks casually steps into the visual wearing a Salem Cartier t-shirt, an El Cabron Malo mask and her hair in pigtails. Obviously trying to be disguised as a fan, the crowd picks up that it’s Felicity by the zombie tattooed on her arm. She hears the crowds reaction and turns to the camera with a cringe. She gestures for the audience to be quiet, then hunches down to pull a large briefcase into the RIP locker room. She shuts the door, and Defiance transitions to another part of the arena. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a second round match in the Destiny Cup scheduled for one fall! "Stick Em Up Kid" by Zebrahead blares throughout the arena as Angelo Sands steps out from behind the curtains and immediately begins pumping up the audience, a smile on his face. He quickly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans before sliding into the ring. Once in the ring, Angelo climbs one of the corners and begins trying to pump up the audience some more, still smiling. When he hops off, the young man runs the ropes a few times before backing up to his corner and beginning to stretch, waiting for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Durham, North Carolina; weighing in at 195 pounds....he is ANGELO SANDS!!! 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Sweetwater, Oklahoma; weighing in at 251 pounds....he is PAX MAYSON!!! DESTINY CUP 2ND ROUND MATCH Angelo Sands vs Pax Mayson DING! DING! DING! Angelo and Pax slowly circle the ring as they stare each other down. Pax goes low, looking to grab Angelo’s legs and take him down, but Angelo is too quick as he manages to avoid the swipe before attempting a punt. Pax moves out of the way at the last second and the two stare each other down, giving in to the early match stalemate. BRIAN MASON: Looks like both men have done a bit of scouting, especially Angelo. JACK WARREN: When you’re primarily a tag team wrestler, wrestling in a singles match feels weird as fuck. So you need to be ready for shit like this. Pax gets all the way up to his feet and motions for Angelo to make a move. Sands doesn’t budge and instead invites Mayson to attempt something. Pax lets out a chuckle...then tries to catch Sands off guard with a clothesline, only for Angelo to catch Mayson’s arm and drag his ass to the mat before trying to lock in his arm trap crossface, only for Pax to get to the ropes and force the break before it can even happen! Angelo releases Pax and gets to his feet before backing away, allowing Pax to get up again. BRIAN MASON: Really slow start to this match right now. JACK WARREN: And you know what they say about slow starts? They’re really boring and I agree! Mayson again tries to go for Sands’ legs, but this time, Sands goes full amateur wrestling and drops down, putting Pax into a front facelock! Angelo gets Pax up to both feet while keeping the hold in, but Pax slips out of it and tries to hit a back suplex on Sands, only for the Italian-American to land behind him! Pax turns around and eats a series of knife edge chops that ring out throughout the arena before Sands catches him with a kick to the gut! Angelo hooks his head and plants him into the mat with a snap DDT! Sands then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: A series of knife edge chops and a snap DDT here will give us our first pin attempt! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Gotta do more than that to keep a guy like Pax Mayson down. He pretty much got cut everywhere during that Mansion of Ruin match. Angelo keeps on the attack after that, having only gone for the cover to force Pax to waste some energy. Sands gets to his feet and looks down at Mayson before leaping up and looking to hit an elbow drop, only for Mayson to move out of the way at the last second! Angelo lets out a groan as he shakes off his arm following it hitting the mat and not Pax’s chest. Sands then gets to his feet and is met with a running shoulder block from the bigger Mayson, sending him falling down onto the mat! Angelo gets up again and is met with another one, dropping him right back down. He gets up a second time and Pax has no problem hitting him with a third shoulder block, this one keeping the young man down. BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Pax Mayson has taken control! JACK WARREN: And you don’t want to give a guy like this control because he’ll fuck your shit up. The smaller member of TSIC slowly crawls over to a corner and helps himself up before turning around and trying to get out of the corner, only for Pax to shove him back in with a big boot to the chest! Mayson then tees off on Sands, hitting multiple forearm smashes to the jaw of Sands, getting the young man wobbly! Angelo seems to have an issues staying on his feet, but Pax doesn’t care as he irish whips Angelo towards the ropes. When Sands bounces back, Mayson catches him with a lariat that turns him inside out! Pax goes for the cover right after, wanting to put this match away! BRIAN MASON: What a lariat by Pax Mayson! That might be enough to get the job done! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: He needs to learn something about the Sands family that a lot of us already know about; these fuckers have too much “heart” and aren’t going down easy anytime soon. Pax shakes his head after the kickout, but keeps going on the attack. He grabs Angelo and wraps his arms around the young man’s throat before performing a choke toss that sends the first ever RISE Tag Team champion crashing into the turnbuckles hard! Sands holds his back in pain as Mayson comes around and drags him out of the corner before lifting him up again, this time with a military press! The audience seems impressed at Pax’s strength and are even more impressed when he transitions it into a powerslam! Some of the audience still boos as Pax goes for the cover on Angelo once again! BRIAN MASON: What a move by Pax Mayson! He might have Angelo right here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Damn, even I thought that was it! Mayson shakes his head as Sands somehow manages to kickout again. He doesn’t waste any time though, grabbing Angelo by his hair and pulling him up with him. Pax irish whips the young man, sending him crashing into the corner. He then takes a step back before running forward, looking to hit a corner splash, only for Angelo to catch him with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back! Sands hops on the middle ropes then hops off, catching Pax with a dropkick as the audience cheers! BRIAN MASON: A nice little dropkick there by Sands! JACK WARREN: And it’s enough to give the little spitfuck space too. Angelo quickly gets to his feet after that, running off adrenaline. Pax slowly gets to a keeled over position, allowing Sands to run forward and drill him with a running knee lift! Mayson falls to the mat and Sands goes for the cover right after! BRIAN MASON: Running knee lift by Sands! Is it enough to punch in a ticket to the brand finals of the Destiny Cup? ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Again, gonna take a lot more than that to keep Pax down, chief. Sands is quick to his feet after the kickout and Mayson slowly gets to his knees. Angelo grabs Pax by his hair and immediately begins catching him right in the face with multiple knee lifts, getting a lot of support from the audience! He finally lets go when he feels Pax has stopped fighting and might be out for the count. Pax then rolls to the outside, not really knowing what he’s doing. Once he’s out, Angelo smiles and waits for him to get up before he runs and sails through the ropes, catching Pax with an elbow suicida! Mayson hits the barricade, but Sands doesn’t waste any time after hitting the move, rolling him back into the ring before sliding in as well and going for the cover! BRIAN MASON: What an elbow suicida by Sands! He might have it here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Will one of these idiots beat the other already? Angelo gets to his feet and motions for Pax to do the same. When the former Bloodlust contender does get to his feet, Sands runs forward, only to get met with a headbutt that sends him stumbling! Angelo falls through the ropes and onto the apron while Pax drops to a knee, the headbutt taking out some of him too. JACK WARREN: THAT WAS A FUCKING HEADBUTT! Pax clears his head and gets to his feet before he moves over towards where Angelo is at on the apron...only for Angelo to slingshot himself back into the ring and catch Pax with a spear! The audience roars in approval as Sands goes for the cover right after! BRIAN MASON: WHAT A SLINGSHOT SPEAR BY SANDS! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Sands doesn’t waste time after the kickout, quickly grabbing Pax’s right arm before eventually locking in a figure four armlock! Mayson screams in pain as Angelo applies the hold and looks ready to tap out, but he’s unfortunately too close to the ropes as he manages to get a foot on it, forcing the break! BRIAN MASON: Smart move by Pax there! JACK WARREN: It was either get to the ropes, tap out, or have your shit snapped like mine was. Thanks, Atwater, you butthole plug. The North Carolina native gets to his feet and watches Pax slowly crawl towards a corner and help himself up. Angelo runs forward and attempts a corner splash, but Pax somehow moves out of the way at the last second! Angelo hits the turnbuckle with his head before he stumbles around into a wicked right hand from Pax, getting him even more wobbly! Mayson kicks him in the gut and puts him in a straightjacket hold before lifting him up into a powerbomb position! The Oklahoma native then plants his opponent onto the mat in a sitout position, hitting a straightjacket sitout powerbomb! Pax goes for the cover as the audience goes dead silent, knowing the count is pretty much unnecessary. BRIAN MASON: THE PROTAGONIST! Good lord, Angelo is out cold! JACK WARREN: His head bounced off the canvas hard as fuck, but THE MAN loves that shit! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner and advancing into the next round....PAAAAAAAAX MAYSON!!! Pax gets to his feet slowly after the three count and gets his hand raised to boos. He doesn’t bother to celebrate afterwards, ripping his hand away from the ref and exiting the ring before heading to the back. The ref checks on Angelo, who lets him know that he’s doing fine as he’s helped up to both feet. Angelo is met with a round of applause from the audience, to which he nods his head to before exiting the ring as well. BRIAN MASON: Pax Mayson is through to the next round, but he got a hell of a fight from Angelo Sands tonight! Later on, we’ll see who he faces in the Defiance finals! WINNER (and advancing to the next round): Pax Mayson (13:51) Edited by BB, Dec 11 2016, 11:52 PM.
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| BB | Dec 11 2016, 11:59 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Shorty after Jinzai’s address to the HKW faithful in Albany the cameras catch him leaving from the entrance area heading down the main halls backstage. The HKW may understand a little more but at the same time so many questions still remained unanswer-- JASON MENTEZ: MY DUDE JINMIN!! Jinzai almost jumps not out of fear but literally Jason popping up next to him out of nowhere. Even more shocking is Jason’s demeanor with a smile on his face with his right forearm in a sling. Jason wraps his free left arm, with an unexplained array of scratches on it, around Jinzai’s shoulders like something straight out of the Wayans Bros intro. Mentez’s -Pillars- Adidas jacket is zipped up for the light breeze with dark Parish jeans over his traditional all black Timbs. Odd reaction to the man that is the main reason his arm is in the sling. Jason buddies him in with a wide smile as they walk down the hall. JASON MENTEZ: Albany out in here droves man. Why they so maaadd doe? You came out casket fresh too huh? I like the threads son! Jinzai brings a hand up and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, before opening them back up and glaring at Jason once he realizes who it was that popped up and wrapped their arm around him. JINZAI: Jason… the fuck are you doing? Why - why are you trying to hug up on me NOW? Did you not hear a word of what I said out there? Moving Jason’s good arm, Jinzai backs away and keeps his eyes locked onto his former friend as his eyes narrow while moving the pink dyed bangs from his face. JINZAI: I don’t know what bullshit you’re tryna pull right now, but it’s not gonna work. If you wanna try to fight me and get a little revenge for what I did to your poor little arm? You’re getting it at Destiny, no sooner than that? Jason looks shocked at him bringing his hand to chest overly dramatic with continuous smiles at the tail end laughing. Mentez even brushes off Jinzai’s shoulder for him before keeping in stride with Jinzai. JASON MENTEZ: Hug on you? Come on man it aint dat typa party at all. You catching the wrong look. Just wanted to let you kno I get it. I understand. Even with the wild shit ya said out there. It’s all good now you got it outcha system get me a spot at the nicest restaurant out here so we can all it even. Hook ya boy up. Comps n shit dis yo city rite? You tense as fuck for no reason tipo, doc said look to the good of people dats what I be on. Wreckless takes off the sling from his right arm and rotates his arm through the jacket showing mobility and able bodied function there. JASON MENTEZ: It’s cool just doing the precautionary deal. Metal straight no damage to the bone. Still inconvenient n bruised but shit a sorry and a 5 star restaurant n we good. I gotta take the fam to a good spot out here. Shit show real, footin the bill be a good look too. You aint cut like dis man, I see why you had to throw the weight ‘round. I feel you so we can scratch it off the mind Albany just wants they Saiyan back nah mean? Jinzai gives Jason a cold stare, his eyes flickering to the seemingly undamaged arm before looking back up at him. JINZAI: If you're looking for me to say I'm sorry, you're looking in the wrong places Jay. I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry that I did what I did to you. I didn't wanna do it, I went out there, cameras off and told the world that I never went out there with the intention of braining you or trying to take you out. But it had to be done. Giving a soft chuckle, Jin drags a hand down his face. JINZAI: I'm not gonna bother repeating myself. Even if I dumbed it down so that everyone could get it, they wouldn't understand- YOU couldn't understand. And why would you? You're name, your spot, everything about you is forever reserved here, good or bad. You're the pillar, one part of the fucking franchise and cornerstone Me? I've broken my back trying to be the good guy, trying to be Super Saiyan Jinzai and have had my day one betray me over petty jealousy, and couldn't buy sustained success to save my own ass. No more. I've had to eat shit, grin and bear with it for a long time. Now it's someone else's turn. Jason looks in his eyes his face showing a slight change for the first time since popping up on Jin. He comes to another real awkward smile after looking at him for what seemed like forever. JASON MENTEZ: Won’t even come thru on the place to eat doe. Cold piece a work my dude. But you know what… He taps Jinzai on the shoulder with a more warming smile. JASON MENTEZ: I feel you. I got you loud n clear. Aye, no need to dumb down. I got my answer in everything you emitting rite now. Your aura...your chi is jus…. Jason waves the open palm of his good hand out in front of Jinzai before he starts backing up. JASON MENTEZ: Too much of dat anger in ya system. Black just radiating off you. Que hostia but hijo de gato caza raton. You are letting it out but once dat cup dry up you gon see yaself for the shit you pull, won’t be pretty. Champion a Cangriman. We will have fun at Destiny. If you change your mind bout the best spot to eat I suppose you still have the number. Mentez takes a look around him noticing as Jinzai doesn’t even nod acknowledging what he said just walks into his locker room and closes the door. Mentez nods looking at the door before turning and walking away. ![]() After his match, Angelo is seen walking backstage. There’s a lot of sweat that he wipes away from his face, but the red marks and bruises all over his body from the fight he just had with Pax are still all over him. ANGELO SANDS: Fuck, he hit hard as shit... Sands makes his way towards his locker room, but passes the same two men he had sent on a mission to find Markus. ANGELO SANDS: Y’all find him? They shake their heads, getting a sigh out of Angelo. ANGELO SANDS: Thanks anyway. Y’all free to go do whatever now. I’ll take over from here. They nod and walk off, allowing Angelo to continue the walk to his locker room. Once he reaches it, he leans up against the locker room door, trying to catch his breath some. After a few seconds, Angelo clears his throat, feeling like he’s recovered a bit, so he grabs the door handle and opens the door, letting the door swing open. ANGELO SANDS: What the hell? Lying on their locker room floor is none other than Markus FK, who is busted open and knocked out! Sands’ eyes widen as he quickly runs over and kneels down next to his tag team partner, trying to check on him. Realizing that Markus isn’t waking up anytime soon, Angelo looks out at the door and screams at the top of his lungs! ANGELO SANDS: HELP! NEED SOME HELP RIGHT NOW! There’s a handful of people who come rushing in almost immediately, looking at Angelo, then at the laid out Markus. ANGELO SANDS: He’s hurt. Get one of the doctors in here, please! The people nod and two of them head off while the others come in and help Angelo check on his partner as the scene slowly fades out. ![]() Backstage, Hunter Werth is standing next to Guy 1 and Guy 2. Overheard conversation on the camera hears Guy 1 making fun of Hunter’s supposed team, Navy, finally being beaten by Army after 14 years of triumph. They laugh as Hunter shrugs. HUNTER WERTH: Listen, if the Cubs can win the world series… I guess it’s time that Army finally got one too. They all break out laughing again. Hunter looks over the shoulder of Guy 2 and sees Riley Lynn coming straight for him down the hallway. HUNTER WERTH: Look guys, you better take off. You don’t want any part of this. Guy 1 and 2 look back over their shoulders and see Riley coming at the group. GUY 1 AND 2: Nope. They take off the opposite direction that Riley is coming from and Hunter grabs a water bottle off the catering table before heading over to the empty lounge area. He sits down on a couch putting his feet up, just as Riley gets close standing at the edge of the coffee table looking slightly enraged. RILEY LYNN: So, what do you have to say for yourself Hunter? Huh? Riley says crossing her arms looking up at Hunter with daggers in her eyes. It's clear that what happened last week wasn't something that Riley was a fan of. Hunter tries looking back up at her with his arms wide over the back of the couch, trying to play coy. HUNTER WERTH: I thought it was someone else. No hard feelings huh? Riley Lynn shook her head at him before going off. RILEY LYNN: YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU KNEW WHO I WAS. YOU JUST DECIDED TO EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF MY HOMETOWN?! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS… Riley frowned looking at him before she shook her head allowing her emotions to get the best of her. Her tears start to well up in her eyes. Hunter sees them as he sits forward on the couch taking his feet off the coffee table. He clasps his hands together looking up at her. HUNTER WERTH: Friends? Yeah… friends. He pauses. HUNTER WERTH: You know damn well as my friend, what you did goes against the Ninja Buddy code. You took it too far Riley. And I saw the look in your eyes. A look I’ve never seen from you before. I tried to stop you from doing something that you’d regret. Something… that’s not you. But when you turned around, I could tell that you were about to do the same thing to me, had I let you. So instead, I did what I had to do to preserve myself. Out of my character? Yes. But here I am now… not injured as I’d allowed myself to be plenty in the past. Riley continues staring down at him with her arms crossed. Hunter looks deep into her eyes and he sighs, shaking his head as well. HUNTER WERTH: Listen, I hurt you. I’m sorry. It was a split second thing. And I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just… Hunter pauses once again. HUNTER WERTH: I just was taken aback and didn’t know what to do. So I let instinct take over. I’m sorry, alright? Riley wipes her tears looking down at Hunter. She nods her head slowly taking in his words. She covers her eyes with her hands. RILEY LYNN: I'm just...you know I'm not okay right now...and I just felt so betrayed by you. You're the only friend I have Hunter. The only one and...that really hurt my heart. To think that you'd turn on me just like that. Just in a second…. Riley sniffles as she tries to hold herself together wiping her tears from her cheeks as tries not to look at Hunter. Hunter, the big softy that he is, can’t bear the sight of his friend in pain and stands to his feet. He walks over with his arms out wrapping them around her shoulders. He hugs her waiting for her to finally look up at him. HUNTER WERTH: A momentary lapse in judgement Riley. Listen, I’ve been in a fight or flight state for months now. Ever since my engagement ended… I’ve not felt like I could really trust many people, if anyone. Listen, YOU know, I’ll always be there. Hunter leans in kissing her on the forehead before backing away and giving her some space. He brushes off the front of his pants for a moment out of nervousness. HUNTER WERTH: I’ve felt very on edge lately. And I’ve reached out to you and you’ve not been there for me. I guess I’ve kind of felt betrayed in my own way. I know. I know… I’m not trying to pile on or anything. But losing my fiance, and my best friend seemingly at the same time… kind of eats at me. Hunter takes a big breath before he speaks again. HUNTER WERTH: Listen, let’s move forward huh? How’s about we go out after the show, huh? Celebrate our tag team victory tonight. I mean come on… who can stop the Ninja Buddies? Right? Riley smiled and nods looking up at her friend. She runs a hand through her long dark hair and thinks to herself. RILEY LYNN: Well, okay….but only if we win tonight which I'm sure we will. Riley looked at Hunter before changing her expression to a serious one. RILEY LYNN: Don't fuck this up Hunter…. Riley says in a low tone before patting Hunter on his head. She then exits the scene happily. Hunter raises an eyebrow unsure of the ending of their rendezvous. He shrugs and heads off towards his locker room to finish his preparations for their match. ![]() The scene fades backstage where Defiance General Manager Romeo Price is seen walking down the hall. This was part of his normal routine during shows, walking around checking to see if everything was going how it was supposed to As he turned a corner he seen a man who has kept him wondering what he was doing here, Tony Capone. The mafia boss and now wrestling manager has been roaming the backstage halls for quite awhile now even when his client James Shark hasn’t been since his suspension. It has kept Romeo wondering why he was around. More than likely, Capone was only around for something bad that was set to happen. Before that could happen, Price was determined to discover why. As they walked past each other, Capone didn’t notice he was walking past Romeo as he was busy telling his large sized goon Jorgo something while Benny and Max followed. Romeo wasn’t going to say anything but he stopped to clear his throat loud enough for Capone and his goons to take notice. TONY CAPONE: Ah, well if it isn’t our good friend ol Special Agent Pierce. How’s it going these days? Price stares at Capone for a moment and looks around to see if there were any cameras around for anyone to hear what Capone just called him. Thankfully, there wasn’t. TONY CAPONE: You’re not still angry with me are you, Pierce? ROMEO PRICE: Hmph…. Capone laughs as he pulls out a cigar from his inner suit jacket pocket. TONY CAPONE: You sure know how to hold a grudge, don’t ya? First it was McHannon. Not it’s me and probably still bossman Risko. You’ve got to learn to let bygones be bygones my friend. All this...anger..It’s not good for your heart, you know? ROMEO PRICE: I don’t need a lecture from the likes of you… TONY CAPONE: Perhaps not. But you should just learn to let this one go. You won that war. Take it and leave it. ROMEO PRICE: I’ve already accepted my victory. But that doesn’t mean I have to excuse my hate for you and your…. He looks his goons up and down. ROMEO PRICE: Followers… TONY CAPONE: Yeah well, if you want to do something about it. By all means, Pierce. Try it. My boys just got done getting a little workout done for one of my clients tonight, I bet they don’t mind getting their hands a little more dirty before we head to the restaurant get us some grub. You know, that good authentic Italian dishes. You and your pal Perello know something about those dishes don’t ya? Max and Benny are heard chuckling while Jorgo cracks his knuckles as if he was ready to fight. Romeo takes a look at the men and rolls his eyes. He got a bit of what he was wondering answered but not completely. ROMEO PRICE: Client? Your client has been suspended for while now Mr. Capone, I don’t see why Mr. Shark would want you getting your hands dirty now. Capone laughs as he takes a few puffs from his cigar. TONY CAPONE: I didn’t say anything about James, Pierce. I said one of my clients. I have many. Just because you don’t know who they are doesn’t mean they aren’t here. Romeo raises an eyebrow. ROMEO PRICE: And who are these other clients you speak of? Tony smirks. TONY CAPONE: That’s not for you to know right now, Pierce. Just know...they’re pretty damn significant. Capone takes a few steps back and chuckles. TONY CAPONE: I have to go, Pierce. As you may know I’m a busy man. See you around, agent. Haha.. As Capone turns around, Romeo watches him walk down the hall. ROMEO PRICE: ……….Hmph…….. The scene fades away as Romeo turns and heads down the hall in the opposite direction. As the scene fades back into the arena Whisper Viperi is seen ready to announce the next match up. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is a HKW World Tag Team number one contenders match set for one fall!!! The crowd pops. "Earthquake" by Labrinth ft. Tinie Tempah hits the speakers and the crowd begins to cheer as out comes Zack Jones, dressed in his black and silver tights, silver knee pads, black boots, and black sleeveless jacket with silver lining and stripes. Zack stands at the top of the ramp for a second before beginning his walk down the ramp, bobbing his head to his theme. Once he reaches the middle of the ramp, Zack turns around and aims a shooting motion, his right hand acting like a gun, towards the top of the ramp, causing the pyro to explode. Then "Kalki" by E.S. Posthumus starts to play. Once the intro is done, the lights cut out. The Sanskrit symbol for Capricorn appears on the Tron with the word “E.S. POSTHUMUS” underneath it. A column of light shines up from the Stage. A pillar of vapor rises up through the Light. The image on the Tron is replaced by the word “I.N.F.E.R.N.O.”. Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 421 pounds...TEAM D...L...C!!! After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction, while Zack high fives any of the fans with their hands outstretched. Inferno slides into the ring and stands in the middle of it as Zack walks up the steel steps, then hops over the top rope and does a bit front flip, landing perfectly on his feet. The two men then look at one another before turning to the audience and performing the Ferno pose (\_0__/)! After that, they back up into their corner and begin going over their game plan as they remove their jackets. BRIAN MASON: Hopefully this time around they don’t have to worry about those douchebag champs interfering. JACK WARREN: Sine Mora is dead, Mason. What are you talking about. BRIAN MASON: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO THE HELL I’M TALKING ABOUT, JACK! JACK WARREN: I know we finally have some champs with some class, I don’t know who you’re talking about. It aint that easy, it aint that easy it aint that easy, but it aint so hard It aint that easy, it aint that easy it aint that easy, but it aint so hard The fans begin to boo loudly, as Superficial by Heidi Montang, hits over the public address system as the lights begin to flash different hues of pink and purple. As a makeshift runway is placed in front of the ring, as a bunch of paparazzi appear waiting on the arrival of the Pretty Committee. Soon enough coming out of the entrance tunnel to loud boos is none other than Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis both have an arrogant smirk on their face, as they look at eachother high fiving each other. Before, striking a series of arrogant poses together, as the camera's flash with the paparazzi getting plenty of shots of the arrogant beauties. As they chuckle before brushing past the paparazzi taunting the fans as they stay in the center of the runway ignoring the boos, with Veronica in front. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentleman from Malibu and Los Angeles California respectively they are BIANCAAAA DAVIS, and VERONICAAAA TAYLOR They are the PRETTYYYYY COMITTEEEE. The Pretty Committee keeps up their arrogant saunter down to the ring, making sure to stay away from the fans so, they can not lay their common hands on them. As they soon climb up the steel steps as they turn facing the fans, as they blow arrogant kisses at them, as Veronica grabs her bottle of perfume and sprays it around them holding her nose. As they look at the ref began yelling at them to lower the ropes which he does, as they both roll their eyes as they enter under the bottom rope. As they pose arrogantly in the center of the ring, before moving towards their corner where they fix up their appearances checking with a handheld mirror with both of them getting into it, they blow their reflection kisses as they wait for their opponents. BRIAN MASON: Ugh...Sure hope these snobs don’t end up winning. JACK WARREN: Snobs? Look just because you can’t ever get you a hot girlfriend up to the standards of the Pretty Committee doesn’t mean these ladies are snobs, Mase! Gosh no wonder you’re single. BRIAN MASON: Shut up Jack that’s not the reason I’m single! Eff you! HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS #1 CONTENDER TAG TEAM MATCH Team DLC vs. Pretty Committee DING! DING! DING! After the bell rings it was Bianca Davis and Zack Jones who elected to kick things off for their respective tag teams. The two circled in the ring for a moment before Zack lunged over to grapple with her, but Bianca had other plans in mind as she ducked under his attempt. Once he turned around he was met with a hard Bitch Slap to the face! Bianca was heard running her mouth after the slap that took Zack off guard as he held his cheek. He looked up at her and looked as if he was going to go on the attack but Bianca played the innocent victim card and had the ref come and keep him from doing so. Jones backed off some while the referee went over to check on Bianca. She acted like she was fine and thanked the ref for her help. The two again circled the ring and Zack managed to get his hands on her this time around, but only to be met a few elbows that backed him off once more. Once she had him backed up and holding his midsection, Davis goes for a Spinning Heel Kick but no! Jones ducks under and hits a Snap German Suplex! BRIAN MASON: Vicious German there by Zack Jones. JACK WARREN: Meh, I’m not even impressed. Anybody could do that to a blonde fucking twig. Bianca groaned in pain as she held the back of her head. Zack got back up to his feet and looks over to Bianca. As she was starting to get up he runs over and quickly hits a Frankensteiner planting her head back into the canvas of the mat. The crowd pops as Zack goes for a quick pinfall. ONE T---KICKOUT!! Zack didn’t seem concerned by her kick out as he got back up to his feet while bringing her along with him. He hits a knife edge chop that gets a reaction out of the crowd. He hits another before he Irish Whips her into a corner turnbuckle. He taunts to the ground as he turns to Bianca and sprints over. As he does he was only met with a boot to the face that causes him to stumble back. Bianca then follows up with a Running Bulldog after she sees the opening. JACK WARREN: Ha! See, Zack Jones is just about as weak as his fucking wife! Hahaha! BRIAN MASON: But Erin’s a mixed martial arts champion right now, Jack. JACK WARREN: Did the man ask you for your input, Mase?! No he did not! Shush! Bianca goes over to tag Veronica in but before she could, Veronica was pulled off the apron by DeMarcus Gresham! When she turns around she sees William Alexander Andrews pulling Inferno off the apron as well. Both men lay waste to both Veronica and Inferno before they turn their attentions to Bianca and Zack in the ring. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is this?! JACK WARREN: Some god forsaken entertainment, Mase! Sit back and enjo?! BRIAN MASON: No! This match was going to determine who would challenge these pricks for the World Tag Team Championships and here they are ruining things all over again?! DeMarcus and William climb onto the apron as they keep their eyes on both Bianca on Zack. Bianca knew better than to try and fight them as she rolls out of the ring and runs over to retrieve Veronica. DeMarcus and William laugh as they watch the Pretty Committee retreat. They then enter the ring after the referee calls for the bell. DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! The referee then tries to get the World Tag Team Champions to stop what they were doing but they just brush past him and grab Zack Jones as they pick him up to his feet. The two take turns beating up Zack Jones until William irish whips Jones into DeMarcus grasp for him to only hit THE ENLIGHTENMENT?! BRIAN MASON: Jesus Christ!? Stop this already! The two stare down at Zack as well at Inferno outside the ring. They then take their championship belts off the ground and hold them up in the air as if they were sending a message to the division. The fans boo as the scene fades away. WINNERS: NO CONTEST Edited by BB, Dec 12 2016, 12:01 AM.
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![]() The scene fades backstage inside the RIP locker room where a loud crash was heard up against a wall. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT THE FUCK?! Welp, it seemed like something was brewing inside the locker room and nothing good. Some more rumbling was heard inside the locker room until a cameraman was able to sneak his way in to further show the scorpion decorated locker room. The World Champion stood there in the middle of the locker room along with his biker club members looking around the locker room that looked as if a tornado just past through. LANCE WINTERS: How dare SHE DO THIS...THIS?!!!? Who does she THINK SHE IS, HUH?! He groans at the thought. CHANCE FROST: Hell...I figured she was mad but I didn’t think she’d be dumb enough to do something like this. Frost looks around at the ruined locker room as he took a swig from his beer bottle. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Motherfucking little bitch. I’m going to cut her heart out. An agitated Volkov kicks the leg of a table out from under itself, collapsing it as he turns away in frustration. KYAN WINTERS: You know what? Kyan interjects, placing one hand on his chin as he takes in the appearance of the remodeled room. KYAN WINTERS: I kinda dig this. Has a certain… pizzazz to it that them ol’ white walls and bricks were missing before. Not big on them insects right there. He points at the scorpion spray painted on the door. KYAN WINTERS: But the rest of the mess makes it feel like cell block 3E with all the writing on the walls! See look! The younger Winters walks toward the wall and points out on piece of writing. KYAN WINTERS: SUPREEEEMAAAAAAAAAH. That’s the brand of dick wrappers my buddy Boney used to sell back in Reno. Had a nice little corner store. Sold fruits and vegetables so you know he was living right! Lance looks over to his brother and buries his face into the palm of his hand, whilst to the left, Volkov stares at him in absolute disgust. Lance Winters stands there in silence for a moment before he kneels down staring at the rubble. LANCE WINTERS: She wants TO PLAY THIS game, huh? She wants TO GO DOWN THIS road, right? He begins to chuckle some. Meanwhile, the bottle redhead AG III shakes her head in disgust and steps forward. A.G. III: Crazy ass, she think this some fucking game? Swear to God this makes me want to kick her ass in our match tonight even worse … She pauses, then holds a finger in the air. A.G. III: But I dunno, I think losing to me in a fight would be letting her off too easy after this shit! You know what’d really get her back? If everyone jumped her before the match like as a team, broke her leg and shit and she had to lose to me by forfeit! Nodding her head excitedly, she pumps her fist and yells. A.G. III: Yeah! Let’s git’er!!! The Prez looks up to Alexis and smirked. LANCE WINTERS: You might BE ONTO SOMETHING there. He stands up straight and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: That’s what we’re going to DO, tehehe. Lance turns around to Alex with a grin on his face. LANCE WINTERS: You’re GONNA HAVE THAT match with our GOOD OL PAL, Felly. BUT THAT WON’T BE THE ONLY action she’s getting tonight. He takes a moment to look around the room. LANCE WINTERS: She wants to behave LIKE A WEAPER. Then….Haha, we’ll fucking TREAT HER LIKE one. Winters take a few steps back with his arms spread out. LANCE WINTERS: HOW ABOUT WE introduce the wittle QUEEN TO OUR BUDDY, Grim? HUH? How about we JUST GO AHEAD AND GIVE her what she’s been BEGGING FOR THIS WHOLE time, huh? He drops his arms to his side and his grin fades. LANCE WINTERS: Let’s just go ahead and put the supreme out of her fucking misery. Then out of the dark corner, Luke Wisia walks out with his arms crossed, and the No Limits Championship hanging from his waist. He slowly raises his head toward Lance and approaches the conversation. LUKE WISIA: I might be playin’ a bit of Devil’s Advocate here… but ain’t we takin’ things a little too far here? Wisia looks around at the others in the room who was silenced down and turn their gaze to him. LUKE WISIA: Don’t get me wrong, I love givin’ these sperm lovin’ BITCHES A GOOD ROUGHIN’ UP FROM TIME TO TIME, but Fel just doin’ what anyone would do, and what we would do. Fight back. How many of these homos have we ran thru and ran a train on they girl afterwards like we the real Pirates of the Caribbean? None of them got it in ‘em to fight back anymore half the time. Not Shane Atwater. Not Jinzai. Not Jackie. Not any of ‘em. Fel actually fightin’ back. Luke gives off a soft laugh, but everyone keeps staring at him. His laugh turns into a cough. LUKE WISIA: I’m just sayin’. Feel like we takin’ things a lil overboard. If ya’ll ain’t feelin’ the same, then maybe I’ve just smoked too much of the SHISHKABABOBWAY this mornin’. Ya’ll can do it, but I ain’t needed to beat up Fel. The room is still staring at him before Luke forces himself to laugh and throws his arms into the air. LUKE WISIA: I MEAN, AGAIN! DON’T WANNA HAVE TO BEAT FELLY UP AGAIN LIKE IT’S STARTIN’ TO BECOME A BAD HABIT WHEN I CAN DO SHIT LIKE POO IN JAXON QUEEN’S BRIEFCASE… AMIRIGHT? Some members in the room force out a light chuckle, but Viktor Volkov and Lance Winters simply glare at Luke Wisia. After a few moments the Russian steps beside the No Limits Champion, putting an arm around him. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I’m worried about you, brother. Very fucking worried. He looks around the room for a moment before taking a rougher grip around Wisia. VIKTOR VOLKOV: What the fuck are you worried about? Family? This is your family now. Volkov pats Luke’s RIP cut. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Felicity Banks is going to meet Grim. There’s nothing you can do to stop that now. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be. Luke turns his head towards the Red Wolf, gripping the championship on his shoulder even tighter. LUKE WISIA: I know what it means. I been here since the beginnin’. Ain’t no need to question me. Still staring over at Luke, Lance sighs. LANCE WINTERS: That’s the thing, son. We shouldn’t have to….So. He takes a step forward to Wisia and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: SO JUST SO we know WE’RE ALL on the same page. I want you out there with the rest of us. And I WANT YOU to help introduce your pweety WITTLE COUSIN to our good friend Grim, alright? Lance playfully punches Luke in the chest and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Who better than THE UNHOLY ONE himself to do that for us, huh? Besides you wouldn’t want to miss the FAMILY GATHERING WILL YA, son? Wisia only returns the stare at Lance. LUKE WISIA: I’ll be there, BEST MAN… You know I ain’t ever let ya’ll down. It ain’t gonna start now. He brushes past the rest of the group and heads to the door. LUKE WISIA: I was serious bout takin’ the world’s biggest shit in Jaxon’s backpack. I’ll see ya’ll when it’s time. DON’T BE LATE… Wisia leaves out the door as the camera swings back to the Reapers. LANCE WINTERS: Keep an eye on em….If he doesn’t do it. The Prez looks over to his Sgt. at Arms. LANCE WINTERS: You know what you’ll have to do. Viktor takes a moment before nodding in Lance’s direction. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Maybe Grim will knock with both hands... With a nod of approval from the Prez, the rest of the group fall silent before the camera goes elsewhere. ![]() We cut backstage to a spare broom closet, where we find one Jinx Hextall - clad in a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey and a pair of hip-hugging jeans - in the midst of what appears to be a serious phone call JINX HEXTALL: … yeah, yeah... She obviously either hasn’t noticed the camera yet, or doesn’t care. JINX HEXTALL: Well time is a factor, I just don’t know dick about portion sizes, so uh… large? You’re the catering company, YOU TELL ME!!! She puts her free hand on her hip as she’s listening to whatever is happening on the other end. JINX HEXTALL: How many people? Uh, just one… well two, I’ll prolly be hungry by the end of tonight and I’m no Barbi- why are you laughing? No seriously, one dude, and he’s a BIG one! A frown crosses her face for a moment. JINX HEXTALL: No, I wouldn’t say Nest is like, FAT-fat, he’s more ‘CFL Defensive Line’ fat, where yeah he’s big but you know he can straight-up murder dudes, and trust me, he gets HANGRY! He’s been talkin’ about eating non-stop for awhile now so I figured y’know, quell the hunger, quell the beast? … JINX HEXTALL: Yuh-huh, oh! Before I forget, this guy seems to have developed like a cannibal fetish, so do you think you can shape the ham to look like a dead body or something like th- The Canuck halts mid-sentence, a confused look crossing her face. JINX HEXTALL: Uh… hello? She frowns at her cell phone before shutting it off and sliding it into the pouch of her hoody. JINX HEXTALL: Well that was rude. She turns to leave the closet but jumps as she finally notices the camera. JINX HEXTALL: JESUS H MAGILLICUDDY! Don’t sneak up on me like that! She puts a hand on her chest and takes a deep, calming breath, after a second she looks back into the lens with a cheeky grin. JINX HEXTALL: So I guess you guys are here to get my thoughts on my upcoming match with Nest, right? The screen bobs as the cameraman nods. JINX HEXTALL: Okay then… so look, HKW fans, I asked you all last Defiance to throw your support behind me, and I repaid you by winning. Well, it was a flash rollup on a sub-hundred pound waif of a gal who was thoroughly kicking my ass up until that point, but still, I got the win! The cheeky grin dims a little after a moment. Jinx rubs the back of her head, embarrassed. JINX HEXTALL: So despite that win, I TOTALLY get if maybe you all just kinda feel like I’m doomed tonight. Bellamy was a lot nastier than expected and I survived, but Nest? Nest is a different beast entirely. Most everyone is looking at this matchup and thinking yeah, I’m doomed. They’re thinking that he’s going to punch me in the face, drop me on my head, fold me in half like a soft-shell taco and devour me whole like a Canadian Hors D'oeuvre. She shrugs. JINX HEXTALL: Fair enough, heck, I hardly think I have a chance in hell, but I told the lot of you that if you cheer for me, if you root for me DESPITE the odds I wouldn’t give up. With a hint of pride Jinx thumbs to her chest. JINX HEXTALL: … and I won’t. This match hasn’t even started, it’s NOT a foregone conclusion, so here’s what I’m going to do, oh HKW faithful- She points in a vague direction, possibly towards the ring area, how would we know? We’re stuck in a goddamn broom closet in the arena still. JINX HEXTALL: -I’m going to go out to that ring, look the giant, bearded, undefeated man in the face, and I’m going to give him everything I’ve got. I’m gonna headbutt him, I’m gonna kick him, I’m gonna do everything in my power to try and knock the bastard down and keep him there, and while sure, the smart money’s on him crippling me in the middle of the ring and walking back to catering, I’m willing to be the long shot. As for you, Nest… She points into the lens now. JINX HEXTALL: … don’t let the fact that I’m a short, chubby, somewhat out-of-shape, mediocre-grappler fool you! By the time this night is out, you’re gonna know that I - Jenny “Jinx” Hextall - am not intimidated by small things like being outmatched in every sense, and that maybe… JUST maybe… that’s enough to carry me to the Destiny Cup. At that Jinx shrugs. JINX HEXTALL: So I guess I’ll see you out there you rugged, bearded sumbitch! Uh, sorry I didn’t get this catered, I know how hungry you get… We cut elsewhere. ![]() Backstage by the curtains, we see DeMarcus Gresham and William Alexander Andrews chuckling as they emerge from the other side following their interference in the number contenders match for their HKW World Tag Team Championships WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: We gave those teams a reasonable amount of time to determine who was the better team, and neither one of them could win. And they both think they’re going to be the team to take our titles? Fat chance. DeMarcus exhales with ease satisfied with their actions. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Cast aside the fact neither one of them could take advantage of the moment. Can we speak about how arid the atmosphere was until we showed up to give some humidity to the otherwise parched arena. Parched for action. Parched for tradition. My goodness, it’s a number one contenders match not a funeral procession. Meanwhile, Pretty Committee has the gall to call us dull and boring. They should be hanged by their imitation purses and stoned by their payless pumps. Disgrace to our sport and to fashion. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: I don’t really care about their fashion sense, I care that they’re out there spitting in the face of my grandfather and great-grandfather. Accessories?!? Then they go out there and wrestle like they’ve already won the championships? No, not while I’m around. But I’ll tell you what, felt real good to hit Jones in the mouth. I know we’re arrogant, but we have these championships to back it up. He’s got a big mouth and the maturity of a eighteen year old. William shakes his head as he grabs a bottle water on the table next to them. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I’m sure your grandfather wrestled Inferno. The fact he’s in there is a pure liability for HKW as a whole. Young Jones is exactly that. Young in mind, spirit, and overall rationale. Shut him up direct is the best bet. For clarity, there’s nothing arrogant about the truth. Not only as champions but as being the resurgence and breathing life into a dead division. We, brought the division back from a sure death in such a way it caused the record setting former champions their demise professionally and personally. That is not arrogance William, it is pure fact. They may not welcome that enlightenment but we do. It’s also that truth that lets us know why they are not yet prepared. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: We’re arrogant DeMarcus, but that’s not important. What is important is just what you said, we’re the reason those four are getting the attention they are getting. Sine Mora would have left these titles in a terrible position had we not came around and took them off their pedestal. Well, I don’t think we need to be sticking around here much, as much as I’d enjoy showing those two pairs how far disrespect gets them, I’d like to not see either team right now just a bit more more. The champs begin to head deeper backstage, blowing by backstage workers until they’re stopped by Defiance General Manager, Romeo Price. ROMEO PRICE: What the hell was that? WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Consider it thinning the herd Romeo, those two are unfit to challenge us for the titles. Now, you have to find us worthy challengers. Don’t care if they’re in HKW or not, find them. ROMEO PRICE: I told you two, to not interfere in the match or else there would be consequences. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Then give your praise and glory to whomever you pray to for natural selection. We have made your job easier and for this you are welcome but please do humor us on the consequences. ROMEO PRICE: You both agree that neither Team DLC or The Pretty Committee are worthy challengers by themselves correct? Surgical Tendencies looks at each and nod. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Yeah, they showed everyone that just now. ROMEO PRICE: Well, maybe both teams together make a worthy challenge for you two. You want to talk about reviving this division? Congrats, you have, so much that there’s two challengers to your titles at Destiny. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: So what? Me and DeMarcus versus the four of them? Are all four of them going to hold our titles at once? ROMEO PRICE: No, at Destiny, you two will defend your titles against Team DLC and The Pretty Committee in triple threat match. Surgical Tendencies are floored in shock and frustration. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: What? You can’t be serious! DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Mr. Price, you seem to be taking the askew nature of your half windsor out on the wrong people. We, your surgeon's, just made your life all the more easier and this how you repay us?! Unacceptable! WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Romeo, let’s be serious, you want us to face both those teams, at the same time? After the last time we ended up in a triple threat match? You’re out of your mind! ROMEO PRICE: Well, it’s not exactly the same. See, Team DLC seems to think they’re the best team on Defiance, as does the Pretty Committee, and as do the two of you. So, I want to see all three teams put their money where their mouths are, because this will be a Triple Threat Tag Team Elimination match. Again, frustration shows in the champs. ROMEO PRICE: I told you not to go against my wishes, and now you have to pay the price. Now, excuse me, I need a stogie. Romeo departs, leaving the tag team champions to bicker amongst themselves over the situation they find themselves in. WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a singles match in Destiny Cup Semifinals. 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: Making his way down to HIS ring, weighing in at 287lbs. 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.Nest backs into the corner waiting on Jinx Hextall WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent “WE’RE GONNA PARTY WITH OUR PANTS DOWN!” With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing… from Shilo, Manitoba, Canada, she stands five-feet-two-inches tall and weighs in… uh, somewhere in the ballpark of 130 to 160 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. BRIAN MASON: Another huge match in the Destiny Cup, as Jinx Hextall and Nest, who has looked borderline unstoppable. JACK WARREN: Borderline might be a bit of an understatement, but Hextall surprised us all with a victory over Bellamy. So anything can happen. Hextall and Nest come to the middle of the ring, as the referee goes over the rules of the match then motions for the bell as the two competitors back into opposite corners. DESTINY CUP: SEMIFINALS Nest vs. Jinx Hextall DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Jinx takes off towards Nest and connects with a running front dropkick that knocks back into the corner, but not down. Jinx backs away for a moment, allowing Nest to charge forward, only for Jinx to side step him, and take him down with a drop toe hold. Jinx is up quickly, while Nest pushes himself up off the ground, giving Jinx the opportunity to jump on his back, applying a sleeper hold. BRIAN MASON: What a start from Jinx Hextall here in the early going... JACK WARREN: Yeah, she’s been all over Nest since the bell rang, now she has a sleeper hold applied to the big man trying to put hm out. Nest gets up to one knee, then uses his power to be to a vertical base. Jinx counters by trying to wrap her legs around his massive frame. Nest backpedals, sending Jinx back first into the turnbuckle, causing her to release the hold. Jinx gasps for air, allowing Nest to turn, and throw a stiff forearm to the side of her head. Nest takes a step back, watching Jinx stagger out of the corner, before jumping up and catch her with a leg lariat that sends Jinx down to the canvas. Without hesitation Nest gets to his, runs to the ropes bouncing off, and dropping down on her chest with a senton splash. Nest turns looking back at Jinx who is gasping for breath. Nest rises to his feet as he looks down at his fallen opponent. BRIAN MASON: That was a quick turnaround here by Nest, who shows off incredible power and agility for a big man. JACK WARREN: This is what Nest is able to do, one huge turnaround after another. The question is can Jinx recover here. Nest reaches down grabbing Jinx by the hair, he pulls her off the canvas with ease. In one motion he throws her up and over his shoulder. Turning on a dime Nest runs to the center of the ring, and plants Jinx with a running powerslam. Reaching over he grabs the far leg making the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Wow, Jinx Hextall is again showing how much fight she has. Reaching down he grabs her by the wrist, twisting it with an armbar he begins to back into the turnbuckle, he begins to ascend to the top rope. Reaching the top rope he begins to tightrope walk across it. Without warning however, Jinx pulls back causing him to flip forward, and sends Nest crashing to the canvas hard. BRIAN MASON: Crash and burn from Nest, what a counter from Jinx. JACK WARREN: It was a desperation counter but a counter nonetheless Mace. This might be the most trouble we’ve seen Nest in since debuting in HKW. ‘ With Nest on the ground, Jinx sees the opportunity to put him away. She climbs out of the ring and onto the apron. Making her way to the turnbuckle she begins to make her way to the top rope. Reaching the top rope she jumps off with a huge double stomp to the sternum of Nest. She tumbles through, and then turns back towards Nest, rushing over she makes the cover, hooking the near leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nest manages to power out tossing Jinx who goes airborne. BRIAN MASON: How close was that? I can’t believe Nest managed to kick out of that. JACK WARREN: This is on the verge of being a shocker Mace. Jinx has been on point in this match. Jinx is almost in disbelief as Nest kicked out. She stands over him, as the bigger man slowly starts to make his way up to one knee, only to be sent back down to the ground with a spinning neckbreaker. Jinx is up to her feet in a flash, and drops down on him with a leg drop. She turns into yet another cover hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jinx makes her way to the corner and begins to climb up it facing away from Nest who is making his way back to his feet. Jinx looks over her shoulder locating Nest, as she springs to the top rope she looks for a moonsault, Nest however just moves to the side causing Jinx to crash into the canvas with a thud. Jinx rolls towards the corner, only for Nest to lend her a hand in getting to her feet. Jinx throws a vicious forearm shots that catches Nest on the jaw, turning him in the other direction, but before she can follow up on the advantage Nest flips into a pele kick that lands to the side of the head of Jinx. She falls back slouched in the corner. BRIAN MASON: Again I have to wonder where do these random feats of agility come from with Nest? JACK WARREN: In dire moments, it seems his instincts kick in and that’s when he’s his most dangerous. That Nest kick was a prime example of that. Nest makes his way back up to his feet, rushing across the ring he hits the ropes, and springs back with a full head of steam. Charging in, he lands a huge Yakuza kick to the side of Jinx’s head which seems to dim her lights. She crumbles to the mat in a heap. Nest turns looking down at his fallen prey. Nest reaches down grabbing Jinx by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Jinx is barely able to keep upright as he lets go of her hair, she doubles over trying to keep her balance. Taking a step back Nest hits her with knee lift followed up by a discus elbow that literally takes Jinx off her feet and into the air before landing on her side. BRIAN MASON: Nest Assure! He just sent her airbourne with that elbow! JACK WARREN: That’s it Mace, she’s got to be out cold. Dropping down, Nest rolls Jinx onto her back and makes the cover, without even hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner via pinfall....NEST!!!!! Cherry Waves by Deftones plays over the loud speakers as Nest stands over Jinx who is still unconscious on the ground. Nest raises his hands in victory making his patented pitchfork hand signals. BRIAN MASON: Jinx showed a ton of heart tonight, but Nest was just too much for her here tonight.. JACK WARREN: Nest might well be on his way to capturing the Destiny Cup this year. It looked like Jinx might have a chance, but it doesn’t look like anyone can stop this man. Nest steps out onto the apron, jumping off to the mat below. He takes a glance over his shoulder to see Jinx Hextall still down in the ring, before head up the ramp. WINNER: Nest via pinfall (7:16) |
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Riley Lynn is walking around backstage but when she gets to her locker room she sees a note taped to her door. Riley takes it down and opens it and reads Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Once You Turn Around My Bat Will Be Part Of You Riley looks at the note confused but her expression changes as a dreadful thought creeps into her head and when she slowly turns around Ashley Chase is behind her with her trusty glass covered bat in her hand. ASHLEY CHASE: Goodbye Riley Ashley swings her bat at the head of Riley who ducks under it and falls to the floor on her backside. She starts to scoot across the floor backward eyes wide open. RILEY LYNN: What the hell! Get out of my locker room! Riley starts to throw her luggage at Ashley’s direction hitting her with water bottles and other objects. She scoots back into the corner getting to her feet deciding to grab something to fight her off with. Riley grabs the nearest broom and starts to swing it around as if she were a skilled swordsman. RILEY LYNN: YOU WANNA GO BITCH?! Ashley seems amused by this until Riley swings the broom and hits her with it. Ash then swings her bat hitting the broom breaking it in half. ASHLEY CHASE: Oops you broke your sword. Too bad, so sad. Time to die!! Ashley hits Riley in the gut with the bat and then raises it above her head ready to smash her in the back when security rushes the room and gets in between them warning Ashley to just leave. ASHLEY CHASE: THIS IS NOT OVER PORN STAR. ONE DAY I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED BITCH!!!!! Riley falls over on her back holding onto her stomach as the security leaves with Ashley. A medic comes in to check in on her as she lays there. RILEY LYNN: FUCK! AND I'M THE CRAZY ONE?! THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Ah, the coast is clear... She whispers as she pokes her head around the door. The camera zooms out a little bit, revealing the name plate ‘Shmurda’ The Bloodlust Champion sneaks into the locker room, creeping as quiet as a mouse; the sound of her footsteps may be drowned out by the sound of the running shower, though. With the aid of her tension wrench, The Baroness picks the lock on the locker and the door swings open. Inside is Ashlyn DeLuca’s ring gear, as well as her duffel bag with some personal belongings in it. She carefully sifts through the bag, until she finds Ashlyn’s iPhone. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Fantastic... She says to herself, smirking as she reveals what was clutched inside her left hand. A golden earring, monogrammed with the initials ‘AMC’, which The Crimson Baroness places on the floor just outside the locker. The bag is placed back in carelessly, with some items strewn across the room to make it look like it’s been thoroughly rummaged through. The Baroness walks away with the phone in her hand, leaving the locker room door half open as she goes. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Ok, let’s get out of here. Moments later the shower stops running, and Ashlyn DeLuca soon walks into view with a towel wrapped around her torso. She sees her belongings strewn across the room, and exclaims. ASHLYN DELUCA: ...Godfuckingdamnit! When, suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ashlyn notices something sparkle on the floor. Sure enough, there’s a golden earring on the floor - surely it got dislodged when the thief was rummaging through the locker. DeLuca kneels down to pick up the trinket and sees the initials ‘AMC’ etched on it. ASHLYN DELUCA: Hah. Really, man… She rises to her feet, turning it over between her finger for a few seconds, her face visibly growing red. ASHLYN DELUCA: That’s how you wanna play this, Ashley? Fine. That’s how we’ll play it. Shaking her head in frustration, Ashlyn heads off screen, back the way she came, as the show cuts to elsewhere The camera fades into the backstage area of the Times Union Center. Hard Knux Wrestling correspondent, Eli Zayn, is standing near the designated medical space. ELI ZAYN: Good evening everyone. At the moment, I’m joined by Dr. Jennifer Ford. Dr. Ford is a specialist, and often checks in with HKW wrestlers after they’ve been injured. She’s here to speak a bit about the condition of Scarlet Flint. The camera shifts over to the right to reveal a raven haired woman. ELI ZAYN: Dr. Ford, the Newark Beth Israel Medical Center diagnosed Scarlet’s injury as a fractured left clavicle. Last week you were able to meet with Ms. Flint and assess the injury yourself? The woman nods. DR. FORD: Yes, that’s correct. I meet with Ms. Flint on November 30th. After personally looking after her shoulder, and reviewing the x-rays that had been taken, her originally diagnosis was correct. ELI ZAYN: Can you tell us about her mood when you two met? Dr. Ford lets out a small chuckle. DR. FORD: Her mood? Ms. Flint was pissed off, to say the least. However, in my professional experience, that’s fairly naturally when athletes get hurt. That’s especially true when comes to people involved in combat sports, such as MMA and wrestling. Injuries in those types of sports are often accompanied by a loss of control, which can be frustrating. And as I was told, this is Ms. Flint’s first real injury. So yes, she was still dealing with some anger and shock. But by and large, she was not too much trouble. Eli nods his head. ELI ZAYN: Dr. Ford, based on the type of injury, what is her projected recovery time? DR. FORD: A fractured clavicle can heal in as little as four weeks. And, in rare cases, recovery may take up to twelve weeks. But typically speaking, most people see full recovery around the eight week mark. Now, Scarlet in particular is a bit of a special case. As you all can obviously tell, Ms. Flint smaller than most grown adults. I’m not just talking about height and weight; I’m also talking about her internal structure. Her bones are naturally smaller than most people’s. In some cases, this has resulted in an expedited recovery process. But in theory, her size and frame could lead to complications as well. What I can tell you is that thus far, her recovery is going smoothly. She is in a sling, and I’ve been assured by both her husband and her sister that she’ll be taking it easy. If her recovery goes according to plan, she should begin the initial stages of physical therapy within a week or two; and that physical therapy will continue until she is fully healed. Eli nods once more as he clears his throat. ELI ZAYN: Dr. Ford, thank you for your expert analysis; and, thank you for taking to time to explain the matter to those at home. DR. FORD: No problem at all. The camera fades out. ![]() The scene fades in as it shows the No Limits Champion, Luke Wisia, walking down the hallway with the strap fit in tightly over one of his shoulders. LUKE WISIA: MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY! THE NO LIMITS CHAMPEEEEEEEEEEN IS IN THE BUILDIN’ AND ON A MISSION. He starts to move people out of his way with force or simply “shooing” them away on sight while he makes a turn at the end of the hall. LUKE WISIA: After all the shit I gotta deal with tonight, there ain’t enough time to talk to you low lives that are just here to do ya one meaningless job and the show would still go on without ya. It ain’t goin’ on without me. WHAT WOULD DEFIANCE EVER BE WITHOUT THE NO LIMITS CHAMPEEN. Luke yells at the top of his lungs from time to time while he just keeps on walking, but then his voice gets a little hushed while talking to himself. LUKE WISIA: Ya, all the shit I gotta put up with today. Today is one of them fuckin’ days, I can already tell. It gonna be a day of fuckery and bullshit. MHHHMMMMM! It gonna be one of those days where you see ‘em buildin’ a Starbucks across from a Starbucks. It gonna be one of those days where I really ain’t feelin’ like doin’ shit, but I’m gonna have to do some shit anyway. One of those days where Sir Pounce gonna piss all over my locker room and miss the litter box. One of them days where… Wisia stops walking as Jaxon Queen is now standing in front of them with his hands on his hips, and glaring at the No Limits Champion. LUKE WISIA: ….where I’m gonna have to put up with you, again. I got enough goin’ on today, Jaxon. Go take ya annoyin’ bologna sliced ears, with ya sausage link nose, and that banana smoothy haircut, somewhere else and leave me be. I’ve watched enough Daredevil this week to be PUTTIN’ UP WITH YOUR SHIT RIGHT NOW. NOT TODAY! Queen shakes his head before responding. JAXON QUEEN: You know why I’m here. I told you you had two weeks to decide whether or not I get a rematch for that No Limits title after you turned down my original request. Jaxon cracks his neck. JAXON QUEEN: I’ve already hurt Shelton Monroe enough that he’ll continue to be a non-factor away from the company that I’ve busted my ass in since I was 18 years old. Now, this is going to two different ways depending on the two options you can give me. The Killer of Fuckboys raises up an index finger to signal the first option. JAXON QUEEN: One, you say yes. We have the match at Destiny, I drop you on your ass, and I take what is rightfully mine home. Or two… Queen now has two fingers raised up. JAXON QUEEN: You say no and the thing that happened to Shelton Monroe looks like child’s play compared to the things I’ll do to whichever RIP member I get my hands on first. It’s your choice, Luke. Choose wisely. Wisia pretends to think on it some before turning to Jaxon. LUKE WISIA: Damn, well since you make that compellin’ argument… NO! Luke’s face turns a little blood red while he hops right up into Queen’s. LUKE WISIA: IS THIS HOW YOU GOT YOUR GIRL PREGNANT? YOU AIN’T ABLE TO TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER? I told you I got TOO MUCH SHIT goin’ on tonight to be dealin’ with your stupid ass. WE ALL BIG BOYS HERE IN THE REAPERS AND CAN TAKE CARE OF OUR DAMN SELVES. NOW STOP WALKIN’ UP TO ME LIKE YOU A CHARACTER FROM THE BOARDERLANDS DEMANDIN’ THIS BULLSHIT. He calms himself down and brushes himself off. LUKE WISIA: Go do somethin’ useful with your time like lick Jason Mentez’s wounds for ‘em. The No Limits Champeen ain’t got time for all this. Very busy schedule and shit, while you standin’ here tryna play which hand is the prize in. MAYBE IF YOU SHOWED ME SOME RESPECT AND LEFT ME ALONE FOR A GODDAMN WEEK, YOU MIGHT GET SOMEWHERE, BUT WITH THIS ATTITUDE? NAH-UH. Jaxon lets out a sigh and shakes his head again. JAXON QUEEN: That’s not the answer I wanted to hear, Luke. I guess I gotta keep putting your pals in the hospital. Queen brushes past Wisia, bumping shoulders with the champ. Before he leaves, he turns back a bit, staring at the back of Luke’s head. JAXON QUEEN: Just remember that everything that happens to them is your fault...CHAMP. With that, Jaxon walks off, leaving Luke behind. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! The wavy entrance to “Paper Planes” plays over the PA system, while green-and-blue strobes dance throughout the crowd. As the song finally bombards the arena, Ashlyn De Luca emerges through the curtains, black hoodie pulled up over her head, a casual stride to her step as she looks out into the audience. She walks down the ramp at a leisurely pace, but pauses before breaking into a half-jog, running toward the barrier closest to the hard-camera. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, hailing from ASH-Lanta, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ASHLYN DE LUUUUCA! She leaps onto the barricade, motioning for the camera to “catch her good side”, flashing THE MOST MARKETABLE SMILE to the audience at home before slapping the hands of those closest to her in the front row. She finally hops down from the barricade and pivots, sliding into the ring. She hits the ropes just once before coming to a stop in the center, smirking back out to the crowd as she pulls her hoodie off, tossing it aside as her music fades. JACK WARREN: I don't know if I like this girl. Like, she's OKAY, but she annoys me a lot. BRIAN MASON: How so? JACK WARREN: Shmurda? Ash Shmurda? Who willingly calls themselves that? Ashlyn stretches as she waits on her partner. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BOOM! The lights dim and a spotlight shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner… Ashley then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She climbs onto the announcers table and does some gyrating and hair whipping to the beat of her music before long she hops down. She then walks up the steps and onto the ring apron. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!! After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. Ashley walks over to her partner and gives her a high five. She then goes to her corner and pulls on ropes waiting on their opponents. BRIAN MASON: It's clear that Ashley Chase is not too fond of Riley Lynn after she attacked her last week. Earlier we saw her attempt to beat her with that glass covered bat! JACK WARREN: She assaulted Riley Lynn earlier tonight! Honestly, she shouldn't even be competing she should be arrested. BRIAN MASON: We've seen worse, Jack. Calm yourself. Let's just hope Ashlyn and AMC can work together long enough to ensure this match seess a legitimate winner. JACK WARREN: Same can be said for the other team, Mason. "Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing their Opponents, first from Phoenix, Arizona...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 his partner. BRIAN MASON: Hunter and Riley had a bit of a miscommunication last week, but earlier we saw them make up. Let's see if the two friends can pull out the victory tonight. JACK WARREN: Hunter stuck his nose into Riley's business last week and ended up embarrassing her in her home town! He deserves every bit of heat she gave him. BRIAN MASON: He was doing his job, Jack As the lights in the arena dim the stage displays flashing lights. The crowd boos as Wreak Havoc blasts onto the speaker system and Riley Lynn enters through the curtain. She stops at the stage and turns her back to the ring. She continues by putting each arm out at her sides in sync with the music before raising them up over her head turning hea head back to the ring hitting a pose for the camera as it pans up to her face. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing his tag team partner, from Newark, NJ, Riley Lynn! JACK WARREN: Riley Lynn has turned up her intensity as of late and is proving why she deserves to be in title conversations. She building herself as a player on Defiance. She then walks down the ramp with a confident strut making faces at the fans flagging them off before she climbs up to the ring apron. She shouts “Level Up” before dusting her feet entering the ring through the second rope. She flips her hair and leans back against the ropes in a cocky fashion before skipping to the other side of the ring raising her hands chanting again as the fans boo her. Ashlyn De Luca holds AMC back as Riley taunts her yelling over in her direction as she poses in the center of the ring soaking in the boos from the crowd. The four competitors stare each other down, but decide that Riley Lynn and Ashlyn De Luca will start the match. STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG TEAM MATCH Riley Lynn & Hunter Werth vs. Ashlyn De Luca & Ashley Chase DING! DING! DING! The match begins with Riley Lynn and Ashlyn De Luca locking up. Ashlyn takes the advantage bringing Lynn down with a headlock takedown. Riley rolls through and transitions it into a headscissors lock squeezing her legs around De Luca’s neck. The crowd cheers De Luca on as she breaks out of the lock getting to her feet. Lynn joins her on her feet and taunts Ashlyn calling her a loser. Shmurda wastes no time jumping on Riley hitting her with a Thesz Press followed by a series of punches. The crowd cheers her on as she follows through with a head butt. Ash gets to her feet and starts stomping out Lynn who eventually gets a chance to slide out of the ring to safety. Riley Lynn catches her breath on the outside before Shmurda attempts a baseball slide, Lynn side steps and pulls her out the ring making Ashlyn fall hard on the mat. “THATS RIGHT!” Riley yells as she gets some kicks in on her downed opponent before rolling her back in the ring. Hunter doesn’t seem to be enjoying Riley’s aggressiveness as he shakes his head at her. Riley grabs Ash by her hair and whips her across the ring by it. Riley follows up with a running senton across Ashlyn. BRIAN MASON: There goes that viscous attitude from Riley Lynn that we've seen from Riley Lynn. JACK WARREN: That's how you make a statement! Riley follows up with a running senton across Ashlyn, but Shmurda reverses into a schoolgirl pin making the crowd cheer. Riley kicks out instantly and rolls out of harm's way to recover. De Luca gets to her feet and nails Riley with a dropkick causing her to roll under the ropes and lay across the apron. This allows Shmurda to get the crowd behind her as she grabs onto Riley’s arm performing a fujiwara armbar through the ropes. Lynn screams and tries her best to break out of the hold as the ref starts his count. The ref reaches five and Ashlanta finally releases her grip causing Riley to retreat to the outside once again. Shmurda attempts the baseball slide once again and lands it kicking Lynn in the back of the head causing her to fall face first on the mat outside. Hunter cringed as he watches his friend get dominated. BRIAN MASON: Moves like this are why Ashlyn De Luca can't be treated likely in the ring. She can be so innovative and quick. The crowd cheers Ashlyn on as she joins Riley outside the ring attempting pick her back up, but Riley rams’s Ashlyn’s back into the ring apron gaining momentum back. One…..Twi….. The ref brings his count to three as Riley then climbs the apron running and leaping onto Ashlyn to perform a diving hurricarana whipping her over ringside. The fans boo Riley as the ref continues to count the both of them out. Riley holds onto her arm showing that it's sore after Ashlyn’s attack and Ashlyn appears to be out could after the hurricarana by Lynn. JACK WARREN: That's the kind of big moves stars are able to pull off! Good work by Lynn there. Riley gets to her feet first and rolls Ashlyn back into the ring before the ref could get to seven . She then drags Shmurda to the center of the ring and hits a standing moonsualt on her going in for the pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shmurda kicks out and Riley gets frustrated stomping on her former rival. Riley then picks Ashlyn back up to her feet and bounces off the ropes looking to nail her with a running crossbody, but the move is cut off by De Luca who nails a devastating “Syxx Kick” (Double Spinning Wheel Kick) on Lynn causing her to bounce off the mat. De Luca takes advantage of the momentum and goes in for the quick pin on Riley Lynn. BRIAN MASON: Could this be it already?! That kick was devastating. ONE! TWO!! NO! JACK WARREN: Of course not Riley has more resilience than that... Riley kicks out and Ashlyn immediately grabs hold of Riley’s legs looking for a sharpshooter, but Riley Lynn is able to kick her way out of it causing Ashlyn to fall to her knees. Riley quickly rushes over and hits Ashlyn with a snapping DDT causing her head to bounce off the mat. Ashlyn rolls over to her corner and an angry AMC tags herself in to the delight of the crowd, looking to finish what she had started to do to Riley earlier on in the night. BRIAN MASON: Oh boy, this is what the fans have been waiting to see! Here comes AMC! JACK WARREN: Riley get out of there! Someone call the police. Riley quickly escapes by tagging in Hunter not wanting any parts in what Ashley might have planned for her. Hunter enters the ring to a huge pop from the audience, after Riley yells at him to, and circles AMC. They lock up and Hunter takes advantage with a side headlock, but AMC fights back by dropping into an arm drag whipping Hunter on the mat. Hunter gets to his feet and charges at AMC hitting her with a clothesline. She falls to the mat but pops back up only to eat another clothesline from the debuting Defiance star. Hunter then lifts Ashley up for a quick snap suplex making the crowd go wild for him. AMC gets to her feet by using the corner and stares at Hunter with a smile. She extends her hand for a handshake and Hunter shakes it. The two then lock up again with Ashley taking the upper hand kneeing Werth in the stomach. She nails a float-over DDT on Werth and Riley Lynn boo’s her from the corner. AMC walks over to confront Riley and takes a swing at Miss Level Up, but Riley ducks and allows Hunter to take advantage hitting a German suplex on AMC into a pin. ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: What an impressive showing by Werth already in his debut match! JACK WARREN: Eh, He's alright. AMC manages to break out of the pin. Hunter pick AMC up again attempting to hit a swinging neck breaker on her, but she reverses it into a double arm DDT. After nailing the move she wraps her legs around Hunter’s torso and stretches his arms out. Hunter manages to escape from it rolling over to the corner to recover. Ashley stalks Hunter like prey as the fans cheer her on. As Hunter gets to his feet and charges at Ashley she runs at him looking to hit THE WALK OF FAME, but NO Hunter reverses it into a sick russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers Werth on as he gains momentum, but Ashley manages to tag back in Shmurda. BRIAN MASON: My God, what a viscous Russian leg sweep! JACK WARREN: I'm sure Putin would be proud...Let's just see if he can keep this momentum going. Ashlyn comes in with momentum charging at Hunter with a forearm, but he ducks under her lifting her up for a flapjack. Ashlyn pops back up only to run into a knife edged chop from Hunter. De Luca holds her chest before chopping him back. The two exchange blows as the crowd cheers them on before Hunter ends the strike exchange hitting an inverted DDT on Ashlyn causing De Luca to hit the mat hard. Werth goes into the pin on Ashlyn. ONE TWO KICKOUT!!! BRIAN MASON: Werth almost had the match won there. The crowd cheers for Werth as he continues his attack on De Luca. Hunter whips Ashlyn into the corner and climbs onto the top rope mounting her. He begins his assault of punches and the crowd counts along. ONE...TWO...THREE... FOUR.. FI- but De Luca is able to reverse the move hitting Hunter with a POWERBOMB! The crowd cheers on as De Luca crawls over to cover Hunter desperately. Riley stomps on the apron with frustration. “WHAT THE FUCK!” She yells as the ref starts the count. BRIAN MASON: Riley Lynn does not look happy, but what a move from De Luca! JACK WARREN: Of course she's not happy this fool is costing her the match. ONE TW- NO Riley Lynn enters the ring to break the count. She turns to see AMC who starts to come towards her and quickly retreats to her apron. “Stay over there you animal!” She says flagging AMC off, meanwhile in the ring Ashlyn keeps her advantage of the match. She runs at Hunter and hits him with a basement dropkick nailing Hunter in his knee. Hunter falls to the ground in a kneeling position and Ashlyn hits a shinning wizard on him. BRIAN MASON: Looks like Ashlyn has the momentum in her favor! The fans cheer as She climbs the nearest turnbuckle and waits for Hunter to get back to his feet. She jumps off the top rope landing Double Knees on Werth with high impact. Riley screams frustrated as De Luca stays in control. De Luca then scales the turnbuckle again looking to do something new. The crowd goes wild as She turns her back toward Hunter to hit a MOONSUALT! She flips off the top rope, but Hunter moves out of the way! BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD, WHAT A MISS! The crowd is in disbelief as Riley cheers reaching her hand out to be tagged in. Hunter desperately crawls over to the corner to tag in Riley Lynn, but as soon as his hand swats to tap hers she faints off the apron as if she had been snatched by a ghost. Lynn hits the mat hard and lays out unconscious! BRIAN MASON: Did Riley just knock herself out? JACK WARREN: SHE FAINTED MASON, she needs medical attention! Hunter looks on devastated that his friend had taken a nasty spill. He used the ropes to get to his feet looking over at the knocked out Riley distraught, but by the time he turns around it's too late. WALK OF FAME by AMC! The crowd goes wild! Ashlyn had managed to tag in AMC just in time. AMC with the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners....Ashley Marie Chase and Ashlyn De Luca!!!! AMC gets the victory! Hunter puts his hands over his face in defeat as AMC’s music hits. Ashlyn joins her in the ring and the referee raises their hands. The crowd cheers them on as they now. BRIAN MASON: Ashley’s done it. She's won the match for her team! Hunter was distracted by Riley and she took the advantage. JACK WARREN: Riley could be seriously hurt and you're excited about Ashley stealing a win? After the two women clear the ring Riley Lynn manages to wake up with help of the official. She realizes that she has lost the match and gets to her feet climbing into the ring to check on Hunter. Riley stands over her friend and shakes her head in disapproval. She runs a hand through her hair and then GRABS HUNTER BY THE LEGS. The crowd boos her as she turns him on his back locking in the RILEY LOCK! Hunter squirms around in the ring groaning as Riley keeps the hold locked in. The ref come in to break it up, but Riley doesn't stop. She laughs as she bridges the clover lock adding more pressure too it. After the ref begs her to stop she finally breaks her grip getting to her feet. She yells at Hunter. “You pussy!” Before adding a kick to add to the insult. She rolls out the ring and walks down the ramp raising her arms and taunting at the audience as her music hits. BRIAN MASON: That damn Riley! I bet she was faking the whole thing! JACK WARREN: That's what he gets for costing them the match! When she reaches the ramp she looks back at her friend with a frown before smiling as the camera fades. WINNER: Ashlyn De Luca and Ashley Chase via pinfall (9:20) |
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![]() The show cuts backstage to a shot of a door; a piece of paper has been stuck up, labelled as the ‘Cane Repair Room’. The cameraman opens the door to reveal the HKW Bloodlust Champion, sitting there filing her nails. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: It doesn’t appear as if she’s falling for the ruse this time… She sighs, sitting upright in her chair with the title belt slung over one shoulder. The Baroness smirks as she looks at the camera. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Perhaps I went to the well one too many times. Or maybe I should be happy with the havoc I have wrought tonight… She giggles at the memory of her escapades earlier in Ashlyn De Luca’s locker room. The cell phone has already been handed in to lost and found, but it was enough to cause some unrest between the makeshift team. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: No, I can’t settle. Not when I have Salem challenging for this belt tonight – in mere minutes, even. Not when I’m on the precipice of starting the greatest Bloodlust title reign this company has ever seen. Salem, sweetie, I didn’t go through the Mansion of Ruin to fall at the first hurdle. And I know you have these crazy notions of revenge after I– The Baroness shrugs, smirking as she does so. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: -lets not mince words, since I screwed you. And stole a title belt you covet so dearly. And that’s fine, you’ll need all the motivation you can get if you’re to succeed in this new era of Bloodlust. You see, sweetie, we don’t have room for part-timers here – there’s not some revolving door to let people in and out of the Bloodlust division. So when Alex Reyn opts to bloody up John Blade backstage instead of answer my call, he’s out. If Riley Lynn prefers to no longer think of this as her title– She taps the belt on her shoulder. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: –then good riddance to bad rubbish. Pax Mayson can focus on the Destiny Cup for all I care. May I never have to watch him fuck one of my friends on screen again. I just wish Ashley Chase had followed suit so we didn’t have to sit through her insipid little rants about how she feels entitled to this belt … but she’ll have her chance soon enough, Selena saw to that. The Baroness says with a hint of resentment in her voice, as she rises from her seat, the title still hung over one shoulder. She looks towards the camera; TCB is ready dressed in her ring attire, obviously, with her hair tied back in a pony tail so it won’t get in her way tonight. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: But you, Salem, you decided to re-enter this division because you got that taste again. Because you enjoy the freedom, and the carnage. And, sweetie, that’s fine. Just remember this is my domain now. After tonight I take one step closer to becoming the greatest Bloodlust champion in HKW history. Tonight I go one step ahead of the so called measuring stick. And you? Well the good-girl gone bad routine is en vogue at the moment, so you might get away with going ‘too far’ in this match tonight. Just remember, when you justify yourself afterwards, people just didn’t take you seriously when you’re too nice. She winks at the camera. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Or perhaps this match will end the same way our last meeting did, sweetie. With you laid out on your back, and me leaving with the title belt… The Baroness smirks again, bluntly reminding Salem of the stolen FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title belt that The Crimson Baroness acquired for her tag team partner, Annie Zellor, recently. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: And now the fun begins… The Baroness swaggers out of the room with her belt in tow, heading towards the gorilla position to get ready for her upcoming title defense. ![]() Odyn Davel Balou III makes his way around the backstage area. He seems to be on the lookout for something, but that ends as soon as someone charges at him from the side, sending him crashing into the wall! ODBIII writhes around the ground in pain as JAXON QUEEN stands over him! Looking absolutely pissed, Queen pulls Balou up to both feet, forcing him to stare right at the Killer of Fuckboys. JAXON QUEEN: What’s about to happen to you? You can blame all of that on Luke Wisia. Jaxon grabs ODBIII by the throat before using his strength to throw him into the other wall, Balou’s body smacking the wall making a loud noise that forces everyone watching close by to watch in shock. Queen walks over to the laid out and begins stomping away at him, clearly not wanting to hold anything back on the former Project Continuum member. JAXON QUEEN: I don’t want to do this, but your good ol’ pal leaves me with no choice! Queen yanks Balou back up to both feet before lifting him up into a powerslam position, then hitting the move on top of a nearby equipment crate! Balou howls out in pain, but Queen just fires off with punches to the face after that, busting Balou open! Jaxon drags Odyn off of the crate and down onto the ground, letting the Bantu wrestler lie there as he kneels next to him after that. JAXON QUEEN: I should be the No Limits champion, don’t you agree? No response. JAXON QUEEN: I’ll take that as a yes. I also think Luke’s a scared little bitch that doesn’t want to face me again because he knows that would spell the end to this No Limits title reign. You agree, don’t you? Again, no response, but Queen just grins at that. JAXON QUEEN: I’m sure even if you responded, not a single person in attendance would understand what the fuck you said, so we’ll go with you agreeing. After all, I highly doubt anyone in RIP actually likes that slimy turd. Anyway, where did we leave off with this beat down? Jaxon looks at the equipment crate again and smiles before he gets up. He grabs Odyn by the head and slowly gets him up before placing his head in between his legs and lifting him up into a powerbomb position! Queen then hits a powerbomb onto the equipment crate, forcing Balou to go through it! The people in attendance groan or let out an “ooh” as Balou lies in the empty equipment crate while Queen stares daggers at him, jaw clenched. JAXON QUEEN: No, that’s not enough… The Killer of Fuckboys grabs Balou and pulls him out of the broken equipment crate. Queen then lifts him up into a powerbomb position again before running forward and putting him through one of the catering tables, sending food flying everywhere! Balou lies there as food has fallen all over him and is now scattered everywhere. But again, Queen does not look satisfied. JAXON QUEEN: I think I got another idea… Jaxon walks over and grabs both of Odyn’s arms before dragging him off, but stops when some people stand in his way. JAXON QUEEN: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! The people immediately disperse as Jaxon drags Odyn off, the cameras not following and instead cutting off to somewhere else. ![]() As the scene fades backstage, Lola J was seen standing next to the door of Defiance’s new resident who was involved in the biggest trade in company history, Emilio Vialpando. Once the fans read the name on the door they popped inside the arena as they watched on the knoxotron. Lola smiled as she heard the cheers knowing that they was now live. LOLA J: Hello there. As you can see I’m standing in front of the locker room of the Hall of Famer and former World & Global Champion who now calls his home Defiance….Emilio Vialpando! Another loud pop. LOLA J: Tonight, Emilio is set to give us all a preview of what is to coming at this years Crowned Royalty tournament in the main event of tonight’s show. Let’s see if Em can gives a few words before he heads out there. She turns to knock on the door. It took a few minutes before Emilio was there to answer the door while drinking a Strawberry Banana flavored Body Armor drink. He looks down and smiles as he sees Lola standing there. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Hola amiga. Que pasa? Lola laughs and looks over to the camera. LOLA J: Oh nothing, just coming to see if I can get a few words with a good friend of mine. Emilio looks over to see the camera and laughs along with her. He nods as he takes one more sip of his drink. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah sure, why not? And here I thought you was just coming to welcome me to Defiance. LOLA J: Well I am, sort of. But I also have a job to Em. So let’s not waste anymore time with the chit chat. All that can wait. How does it feel to be back on Defiance, where it all started for you and this company? EMILIO VIALPANDO: Like I said last week I was more than happy to be back here. But um...Some time has gone by and it’s just now starting to settle in for me. I’m really here. I’m really back here on Defiance breh. A lot...A lot has changed since I could say I was a member of this roster. Like when there wasn’t two different rosters and stuff. You guys got a whole new division.The No Limits Division is thriving and….I see the World Championship es still steady switching hands. Some things haven’t changed though. Especially seeing this pack of heartless pendejos are still roaming around thinking they run things. Vialpando shakes his head thinking about the Reapers In Pride in his early days when he had to go against them. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Nonetheless, I’m glad to be here. Honored to know that my first match es the main event. Guess it’s a little bit fitting for me to be in the main event on my first night too.. He says as he smirks. LOLA J: Yeah, Thee Main Event is main eventing in his first Defiance match since being traded. YI guess that does make sense. Now, stop holding back on me, Em. You’re not just about to be stepping in the ring with just some nobodies tonight.. You’re about to go up against a former World Champion in his own right and a former Bloodlust Champion in Brian Stryker. Somebody that you have never stepped into the ring with before. Vialpando nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Alright fine...Fine. This isn’t just gonna be some cake walk for me breh. I know that. Brian Stryker. Brian fucking Stryker. A man I actually consider the best HKW Bloodlust Champion if not Nina Stokes herself. See...I don’t know what the hell that bitch Sullivan was talking about calling herself the best Bloodlust Champion in the history of the company. That’s as dumb as calling Cain Morgan the best World Champion to ever hold the HKW World Championship. Let’s just get that out of the way. There’s nobody else other than Stryker that I see that was so instrumental into that division’s success than him. He laid it all out on the line and was ready to shed buckets of blood whether if it was his own or somebody else's to get hwat he wanted. And he was able to do that. He fought like hell to get his chance to become a champion for the first time here in HKW. He’s one of the people that actually attracted me to that division and made me want to one day have a chance at holding that belt in the future. The man es a former CCP World Heavyweight Champion. Held the title as long as I did my first World Championship reign. Emilio smiles as he continues to speak. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Mi y Brian are pretty similar inside the ring. I can’t wait to finally go up against him but...With all that said. I don’t see him being able to defeat me. You look at how long he’s been in this business compared to me. He’s been at this for a while now and he hasn’t reached the heights I have in my career in such a short period of time. Am I superior to him? Of course I am, jaja. I’m Showtime. I’m superior to just about anyone that steps in the ring with me, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t all present different challenges. I never run away from a challenge. I’m not gonna start doing so now so I’m hoping that Stryker is willing to have the best match of his life tonight when we face off for the first ime. Lola clears her throat. LOLA J: Okay, but let’s not forget the other man in this match Em. Viktor Volkov. A man you have a lot of history with. You two battled a lot including the time he himself was gunning for the HKW Global Championship. In fact you two got into a damn brawl in front of the L-- She stops as she sees how he began to react to her mentioning LAX. LOLA J: In front of a gym. Not to mention him being a member of RIP. He was even in that match you infamously walked out on when you left the company high and dry. There’s a lot of history between the two of you, Em. You gonna try and tell me you just gonna ignore that? EMILIO VIALPANDO: Nah...Nah that’s nothing I can ignore even if I wanted to. Mi y the Red Wolf. .Yeah. There’s a lot of history there. Only nigga that ever punched me as hard as he has. The first ever HKW Lionheart Champion y now a former World Champion. As crazy as that one sounds...Shit. The man has one of the most devastating punches within his arsenal with that Red Hammer. A punch that he can use at any given moment. He shakes his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Would I like to ignore the fact that I’m gonna be in the same ring with him? Yeah. Sure. Of course I would but that’s just not a pleasantry I’m allowed to have. His one of the biggest threats on this Defiance roster and you’d be a fool to think otherwise. I know that he is. As should every fucking person with a heart beating in their chest should. This man could have killed Felicity back at Catastrophe. He nearly ended Atwater’s career with all the shots to the head he delivered to him, even with that fucking cast on his arm. I can’t just ignore this man, Lola. He’s grown a lot since the last time we faced off. He’s a whole other animal nowadays and that’s something I’ve gotta be prepared for. He’s ten times better than he was when I first face him. But so am I...I can’t wait to get into that ring and wipe up whatever ugly ass smile that mut tries to show off. Emilio sighs. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Look, Lola. The message is pretty clear. I can respect these two men all I want. I can give them their props, I can say this and that. Yeah, alright. Whatever. But that doesn’t change the fact on who the hell they're stepping into the ring with. They’re stepping in the ring with the best fucking wrestler in this entire company. Their stepping into the ring with The Show. This isn’t some other match where they can say they face just somebody. Volkov knows that. Stryker might not. Volkov has been in the ring with me. He’s been in the ring with two others who can be considered one of the best in the company. Even with that, he knows exactly who the fuck I am. And he knows he’s gonna have to do a lot more to beat me than he did with them. I ain’t about to go in there half cocked, amiga. I’m ready to go. I’m primed and ready to give these people a show...It’s Showtime. There’s none better than me in this element, either. He chuckles. EMILIO VIALPANDO: They’re about to step into the main event match with THEE Main Event. Do you think they possibly know just what the hell they’re getting themselves into? Do you think they even have the slightest chance to win this match let alone the Crowned Royalty Tournament with me in it? Jaja, of course not. They can stand here and say that they believe that they will. Hell that goes for each and every person in this years Crowned Royalty Tournament. Emilio turns to look into the camera. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I’m putting all of you on notice right here and now. You’re not just walking into some tournament with just anybody. This is about to be the toughest Crown Royalty Tournament in the history of this company and rightfully so. You see all these people in this damn thing this year? Cyncity. Viktor Volkov. Lyza Reyes. Zero McHannon. Jackson Magnum. Shane Atwater…..y yours truly. You’re all probably sitting there watching this thinking to yourselves...You got this one in the bag. But lo siento amigos. That’s just not the case. Because this year for the first time ever I will be walking out of Madison Square Garden with the crown. Not any of you...Me. El Serpiente….But before I can even do all of that...I have to get through the toughest challenge and obstacle within the whole damn tournament. And that’s…..Shane Atwater. Emilio can hear the pop from the crowd as he mentions Atwater’s name. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Despite all the others I might have to face within the tournament, Shane will be the absolute toughest sonofabitch that I have to go up against. He’s not only the first y only ever three time World Champion he is also the man that won this tournament when it was first introduced years ago. You all heard him last weekend on Subversion. He’s hungry. He wants wear the crown again. We all know how tough this man can be when he has his sights on it. He’s proved that with each and every time he’s had to fight, itch and crawl to call himself a world champion in this company. Shane’s been in so many wars within this company as well as myself so we’ve both been battle tested through and through. At Crowned Royalty...It isn’t gonna be any different than any other war that we have been in except the fact it’s going to be two of the best going in this company y this entire business going at it...Actually going at it this time around. Last time...Last time was child’s play… He takes a moment to think. EMILIO VIALPANDO: This may possibly be the biggest match at Crowned Royalty not just this year but in the history of the tournament. I know it. Everyone that has seen the card since the moment it was released knows it. We were both apart of the blockbuster trade amigo. And it’s gonna be so fitting to deliver them a blockbuster match at Madison Square Garden. Until then...Shane y everybody en the Crowned Royalty Tournament I sure hope you all are ready because…. He smirks as he glances down at Lola then back to the camera. EMILIO VIALPANDO: ….It’s Showtime. The crowd pops and begins to chant Emilio’s name. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Now Lola if you excuse me, I've got a main event to win. He winks at her and walks pass her as he heads down the hallway leaving her standing there. The cameraman pans back to Lola as she smiles. LOLA J: Well you heard him folks. It’s Showtime. The scene fades away as Lola shakes her head giggling. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH FOR THE HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION! "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too! There's no place like home!" The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience. She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes... WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, the challenger… currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… 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 wrapped around her waist as she poses,, resting both hands on the head of her cane. The crowd immediately begin booing and jeering, letting The Baroness know exactly what they think of her, but she simply smirks as she begins her slow walk to the ring, shrugging off the hatred with a sense of non-chalance. The Baroness climbs up the ring steps, posing on the apron as she undoes the belt from around her waist. She hoists the title up into the air, drawing another chorus of boos from the crowd. The Baroness urges the referee to hold the ropes open for her before she steps in under the middle ropes; She hands the belt to the referee before she waits for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 124 pounds ... she is the Bloodlust Champion ... THE CRIMSON BARONESS! The Baroness climbs up the ring steps, posing on the apron as she undoes the belt from around her waist. She hoists the title up into the air, drawing another chorus of boos from the crowd. The Baroness urges the referee to hold the ropes open for her before she steps in under the middle ropes; She hands the belt to the referee before she waits for the match to begin. ![]() FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH Salem Cartier vs. The Crimson Baroness DING! DING! DING! Immediately, both wrestlers lock up in the centre of the ring. They struggle back and forth for a few seconds before Salem spins out into a wristclutch. She tries to transition into a hammerlock, but TCB drops low and brings her down with a drop toe-hold before catching Salem in a grounding side headlock. Salem pushes herself up to her feet and backs TCB into the ropes. She goes to shoot her off, but The Baroness grabs her wrist and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline, only for Salem to duck and hook TCB’s arms for the Hijack Kavorkien (Spinning, lifting double underhook facebuster)! No! TCB spins out and and behind Salem! Going for the Baronessplex (Teardrop Suplex)! But Salem backlips out of it to land behind TCB! Scoring with an Enzuigiri! COVER! ONE! TW-!! KICKOUT!! Salem rolls back to her feet after that failed pin and sees TCB crawling to her knees. She hits the ropes, going for her somersault cutter, but TCB has clearly done her research and INSTANTLY realises her positioning and rolls out the ring. Salem’s not done yet however, and goes right after TCB! Flying out the ring with a TOPE CON HILO!! Or… not. As TCB stumbles back in fear, Salem feints by diving INTO the ropes, and bouncing back into the ring with a backflip before landing in a crouch! She smiles at the Baroness and gives her a mocking wink. The Baroness snarls in response, but then her expression changes to an arrogant smirk as she calmly ascends the stairs and re-enters the ring. The two circle for a second, before locking up again. This time, it’s TCB who takes control with a rolling Cross Armbreaker! Salem immediately locks both hands to block the hold, but TCB is WRENCHING at the arm to try to hyperextend it, as Salem scrambles for the ropes. She gets her foot on the bottom rope, and for a second it looks like she’s forgotten that rope breaks don’t count in a Falls Count Anywhere match. Until she pushes off from the ropes and uses the leverage to roll TCB into a pin! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Both women spring to their feet! TCB comes in, but Salem drops low and takes her down with a legsweep, going for a quick pin! ONE! KICKOUT!! They’re back up, and TCB goes for a clothesline, but Salem ducks it and hits a Pele kick! The Baroness reels back, clutching her face and leaning on the ropes for support as Salem comes in. Her attempt at an enzuigiri is ducked and TCB grabs her leg for an ankle lock, but TCB pulls forward and yanks TCB into a Victory Roll pin! ONE! TW-!! KICKOUT!! As they both rise, TCB brings Salem down with a side headlock takeover and tries to lock in an anaconda vice, but Salem fights out with a strong forearm to TCB! Rolling over to deliver mounted forearm shots to The Baroness who tries to cover up! They’re near the corner now, and as TCB backs up into, Salem dashes back to the opposite corner, going for a Hesitation Dropkick! But The Baroness ducks it, and Salem lands feet first on the middle rope! TCB grabs her from behind for the Baronessplex, only for Salem to use the ropes to counter into a springboard bulldog!! COVER!! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Having finally done some actual damage, Salem backs up, looking for the New Hampshire Handshake (Flying Forearm)! She charges in… TCB DUCKS THE FOREARM AND DUMPS SALEM WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS THROW INTO THE CORNER!!! Salem’s back bounces off the turnbuckle and she slumps to the mat. The Baroness instantly grabs her and pulls her to her feet, setting her up on the top rope as she begins to climb herself, looking for a superplex. Salem is having none of it however, and fights back with forearms! The two of them trading blows on the top rope! Fighting for dominance on the precarious footing! Salem takes control and grabs TCB’s arms! Going for an Avalanche Kavorkian! But TCB breaks free and SHOVES SALEM OFF THE TOP ROPE!! For a split second, it looks like Salem is in slow motion as she’s falling out the ring, neck seconds from landing on the unforgiving edge of the ste- No! At the LAST second, her hand catches the rope and she turns her fall into a rope-hung enzuigiri!!!! The move strikes TCB right on the back of the head, and she falls back into the ring as Salem climbs to the top, measuring her fallen opponent. SWANTON BOMB!! ONE! TWO!! THR-!! TCB BREAKS THE PIN AND ROLLS SALEM INTO A CROSSFACE!! Salem struggles in the hold, but thankfully, they’re near the ropes and she slides out the ring, dragging TCB with her and forcing The Baroness to break the hold. They’re on the outside now and The Baroness goes for a clothesline, but Salem ducks and retaliates with a cactus clothesline that sends them over the barricade! The two lie there for a few seconds before Salem picks herself up, climbing onto the barricade. Moonsault Pre- TCB CATCHES HER!!! STANDING MOONSAULT SLAM!!! The crowd gasps in shock as the move dumps Salem on the CONCRETE, All the wind being forced from her lungs! Pain reverberating throughout her back as The Baroness goes for the pin! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! SALEM KICKS OUT!! The Crimson Baroness looks down at her with shock, then growls and goes for a second pin attempt. ONE! TWO!! THR-!! ANOTHER KICKOUT!! TCB growls and mounts the barely conscious Salem, raining down forearm after forearm! She gets to her feet, but the crowd can see she’s clearly limping, having hurt her OWN knees with that moonsault slam. Nevertheless, she grabs Salem by the hair, throwing her down with a savage biel throw that causes Salem to over-rotate on impact into a sitting position! The Baroness savagely kicks Salem in the back, hurting her own leg, but Salem far more! She grabs Salem by the neck, pulling her to her feet before throwing her down onto her front and dropping an elbow into her back! Crossface locked in! TCB wrenches back on the hold as Salem screams out in agony! Her already battered spine contorting in a way it was NEVER meant to bend! She heroically fights through it, climbing to her feet! But TCB merely drops an elbow between her shoulder blades and reapplies the crossface! Salem still won’t quit though! Fighting with every drop of willpower in her as she SLOWLY makes it back to her feet and BREAKS THE HOLD! Only for TCB to kick her in the back of the knee and ram her headfirst into the barricade! TCB begins limping towards Salem, who crawls over the barricade to try and get some distance. TCB follows, and they’re back at ringside as TCB delivers a hard knee to Salem’s gut! Picking her up and throwing her into the ramp barricade! She grabs Salem again and starts violently raining down forearm shots into Salem’s skull before turning her around, pressing her forehead against the barricade edge, then DRAGGING HER FACE ALONG THE METAL EDGE!!! Salem screams out as the metal cuts into her flesh, blood pouring down her face as TCB grabs her wrist and whips er into one of the stage supports holding up the knoxotron. The witch collapses and TCB climbs up the steel beams of the support… FLYING SPLASH FROM TCB!! NO!! SECONDS before the move hits, Salem rolls out the way and TCB lands HARD on the stage! Salem rolls back, blood still pouring down her forehead, her spine in immense pain, but she steels herself, measuring TCB, and runs into score with a SHINING WIZARD! Her knee flares up in pain from when TCB kicked it, and for a second she can’t make the pin as she clutches her leg in pain! Then she does... ONE! TWO!! THR-!! THE BARONESS KICKS OUT!! An exhausted Salem rolls onto her back, gasping for air as both fighters lay there, the referee beginning a count. ONE! TWO!! Neither of them are moving... THREE!! FOUR!! TCB begins to stir, rolling onto her front FIVE!! SIX!! Salem does the same... SEVEN!! The two women begin to rise, glaring furiously at each other. FOREARM FROM TCB!! FOREARM FROM SALEM!! ANOTHER FROM TCB!! A SECOND FROM SALEM!! Suddenly the two are going right at each other! Brawling back and forth in a vicious display of willpower! Salem is the one who takes control, ducking a forearm attempt by TCB and scoring with a spinning back kick! The move bends TCB double, so Salem snaps her neck back with a kick to her face, then FLOORS The Baroness with a clothesline! Salem goes for a bulldog of the tron wall, but TCB shoves her off and grabs her wrist for a short-arm clothesline! Salem ducks the blow, and reverses the grip, whipping TCB beind the stage and through the curtain! Instantly, the referee follows after them as the cameramen try to get eyes on the two women brawling backstage! Striking each other with forearm after forearm before they lock up! TCB tries to take control, but Salem shoves her into the wall, then grabs her wrist and WHIPS HER THROUGH A DOOR!!! Ashlyn Deluca is in the locker room and jumps back in shock as the door crashes open, and The Crimson Baroness comes tumbling in! Salem right behind her! The referee is still trying to get past the cameramen and into the room as Salem tries to capitalise. Not realising that Salem has pulled something from out one of the gym bags… Salem goes for the Hijack Kavorkian… WHEN TCB SMASHES AN IRON KETTLEBELL AGAINST THE SIDE OF HER KNEE!! Salem ries out in pain, her leg buckling as TCB grabs her by the neck and rams her headfirst into a locker! Se takes a step back, breathing heavily before she looks up and finally sees Ashlyn Deluca watching both of them. Looking at her rival, The Baroness coldly smirks. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Well would you look at that. The help has arrived. Be a dear and grab me a drink, would you? She fishes some money from a random purse and tosses it dismissively in Ashlyn’s face before turning her attention to Salem. An incensed Ashlyn glares at TCB’s back and charges in! SYXX KICK TO TCB!! NO! Perhaps out of instinct, or because she was expecting it, The Baroness ducks out the way, and Ashlyn hits SALEM instead! Ashlyn stares down at the fallen Salem, horrified by what she just did.... Suddenly TCB grabs her! CRIMSON KISS (cutter) ON THE FLOOR!! The move drops Ashlyn, and TCB crawls over to Salem, draping an arm over her. ONE! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner! The Crimson BARONESS!! TCB stands up, taking her belt from the ref and slinging it over her shoulder, as she leaves, she looks down at Ashlyn before mockingly dropping some more notes onto her back. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Thanks for the help. Keep the change. WINNER (and STILL Bloodlust Champion): The Crimson Baroness (14:19) |
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![]() Cameras arrive in the locker room of one Felicity Banks. The number one contender to the World championship is shown chomping down on a piece of Bubbalicious bubblegum, her iPhone in her hand as she speaks out. FELICITY BANKS: Not really a big fan of HKW having you guys IN the locker rooms now before matches. I get the whole ‘first person experience’ thing the company is going for, but this is a little out of hand. I don’t feel comfortable with you being here… at all. She taps her phone screen with her thumb and turns her attention to the camera team. FELICITY BANKS: That’s your cue to leave. DON'T make me be mean about it. This whole beef with RIP has me all … fucked up in the head, and I really don’t care about hurting feelings or damaging equipment right now. I probably won’t even get suspended since HKW’s letting people off with slaps on the wrist for stuff like that these days. BANG! BANG! Two loud thumps off of her door startle Felicity enough to make her fling her phone over her shoulder and get into a fighting stance. FELICITY BANKS: YOU SET ME UP?! She yells at the cameraman, moving in their direction to let loose with a barrage of haymakers. CAMERAMAN: No! We- It- LUKE WISIA: FELLLLY WELLY! Felicity holds still once she hears her cousin's voice, gradually turning her attention to the door. FELICITY BANKS: No, Luke! You’re not allowed in HERE! You picked your side in this battle a long time ago. There’s disgust in Felicity’s tone as she crosses her arms and goes to pick up her phone (lowkey praying she didn’t break the screen). Wisia lets himself into the locker room and closes the door behind him. LUKE WISIA: How dare you try and deny ya own damn family from comin’ to see you. I DESERVE BETTER THEN THIS… but I’m gonna let that one slide. Whether we on the same side or pit against each other… YOU ANSWER THE FUCKIN’ DOOR WHEN THE BIG BAD LUKE COMES A’KNOCKIN’. He takes a quick look around the locker room and helps himself to the couch on the far side of the room. LUKE WISIA: Why your locker room look better than mine? Ignoring him, Felicity wipes the smears off of her phone screen and slaps it down on the couch. She spins around to look Luke’s way, pointing at the door before she speaks. FELICITY BANKS: I’m sure your locker room has locks on the door that actually work. Why are you here? Are the rest of those jokes with you? Of course they are. She says with a laugh, moving over to her door to rip it open and peek outside. FELICITY BANKS: WHERE ARE YOU YOU FUCKING PUSSIES?! She pops back into the room and an accusing finger points at Luke. FELICITY BANKS: You! You’re here to set me up! Where the hell are they, huh? Sneaking in through the freaking vents?! Moving to the adjacent wall, Felicity rips the ventilation grill right off of it and starts launching apples, bananas, clementines and a variety of different fruits down it with the intention of knocking the Reapers out. FELICITY BANKS: WHERE ARE THEY?! She spins back toward Luke, her face now a soft shade of red. Luke’s eyes widen. LUKE WISIA: You needa chill the fuck out. When I said my beef with you was done, my beef with you was done. I’ve just stopped by for a lil chat. Wisia makes some motions with his hands to calm down Felicity, but she still doesn’t look like she trusts him. LUKE WISIA: I actually wanna tell you to go home. I know you got a match tonight and shit, but you ain’t need to wrestle that match. Just go home, Fel. It ain’t often I try and tell you what to do, but I am this time. Luke pauses for a second and lowers the No Limits Championship across his lap. LUKE WISIA: You already know the drill. You think any of the Reapers give a flyin’ fuck bout that match tonight? You know the answer. Pack up ya bags. Talk to the camera some. Leave. Wisia stands up from the couch, still glaring at Felicity. LUKE WISIA: Don’t say I never did anythin’ for you. FELICITY BANKS: Do something for me? Felicity interjects before Luke can make another move. FELICITY BANKS: Since when do I need YOU of all people to help me? Let’s be perfectly clear about something, Luke. Just because YOU said your beef with me is over doesn’t mean that I’m over it -- because I’m not. As far as I’m concerned? You made your choice years ago when you literally spat on our family name and legacy by joining a bunch peasants who think it’s cool to ride Harley’s and wear leather Village People vests too small for their bodies. You picked your own fucking family, Luke, and because of that? You’re just my family by blood now, nothing more. My dogs are more my family than you. She shakes her head in frustration. FELICITY BANKS: Do something for me? Do something for fucking me? Hah. You really wanna do something for me? Get out of my face. Keep out of contact with me if you really want to, I don’t care. Stop pretending that everything you’ve done; everything you’ve said is a-okay now because you’re starting to feel sorry for it. I told you this would happen. I begged you to stop surrounding yourself with people who weren’t worth a second of your time. I pleaded with you to stop doing things that’ll lead to your own self-destruction, and now you wanna come into my locker room like some knight in shining armour? You think that’s gonna give you serenity after all the despicable things you’ve said, done, and continue to do?! Sick of seeing Luke’s face, Felicity moves toward her locker room door, pulls it open and gestures for Luke to get out. FELICITY BANKS: Leave. Wisia stands his ground. LUKE WISIA: Ain’t no need to go off and flippin’ out on me. A couple months ago I woulda bit your nose and spit it in the sink… now? Nah. Fuck feelin’ sorry for myself. I just feel sorry for you. You so blinded by bein’ pissed off that you ain’t able to see shit when it right in front of your face. Luke walks up towards the open door that Felicity has open. LUKE WISIA: Practice what you preach, Fel. Especially when it come to family. You done told me this, that, and all that shit… but when I come to you because I’m tired of ya fightin’ a battle you ain’t gonna win, you throw it in my face like this? I ain’t tryna make up for shit I done. You think I care bout some of these other fools? He gives a small laugh to himself. LUKE WISIA: Say what you like, but here I am. Put some CONSIDERATION into that. I ain’t hafta be. This has nothin’ to do with me, for once. This has to do with you. Take it how you wanna, but when it’s SHOWTIME…. You outta favors from me. I DON’T CARE IF YOU COUNT THE LICKS IT TAKES TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP! Wisia struts out of the room as Felicity closes it behind him, wearing the strap from his title hit the hallway the whole way down. FELICITY BANKS: Because you’ve given me plenty of reasons to trust you. She walks away from the door before shooting a look over at the camera, then the scene transitions away to black. Fans are heading back to their seats after getting a break in the action for a bit, but as they sit, the curtains are pulled to the side and Jaxon Queen appears, his music not playing as the tech group did not expect him out here at this point. But he’s not alone as he drags ODBIII out with him, Balou looking even more messed up than the last time we saw him. Bleeding from his face and clearly not knowing where he’s at, Odyn moves around a bit, but doesn’t do much more than that. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is Queen doing out here? JACK WARREN: The Man thinks that this does not look good for King Africa over there! Jaxon looks out at the audience, then turns towards Odyn, ripping him up to both feet before placing his head between his legs and looking out at the audience. JAXON QUEEN: NO PROBLEM! Queen then lifts Balou up in a powerbomb position before slamming him hard down onto the stage….but Jaxon holds on and lifts him up again! JAXON QUEEN: NO PROBLEM! Again, Jaxon drives him onto the stage, creating a massive thud once more! But again, Queen holds on and lifts Balou once more. JAXON QUEEN: NO FUCKING PROBLEM! Queen turns towards the area off of the stage and sends Balou flying off of the stage and into the concrete ground there, getting some horrified reactions from the audience! Jaxon huffs and puffs as medics run in and try to help Balou. The Killer of Fuckboys turns around after pointing at Balou and telling him to blame Luke before heading to the back. BRIAN MASON: I don’t know what to say about what just happened… JACK WARREN: ...The Man thinks Jaxon Queen might not be fucking around anymore. ![]() The lighting up of the tron comes with immediate boos as the camera views in directly on a brooding Jinzai with a bottled water in hand fresh from catering. He barely pays attention to those walking by him as he approaches his locker room assuming it's open as he’s the only to come in and out of the room...or so he thought as the turn of wrist meets with resistance. Jinzai looks at the door confused before banging on the door with the palm of his hand. JASON MENTEZ: *in a deeper accent than he’s ever had in his life* HOOOUSEKEEEEEPING!! This brings Jinzai’s foul mood to increased anger as he starts banging on the door and working on breaking through the door. JASON MENTEZ: *continued deep accent* NOOOO...NOOO… HE NO HERE!! HE NO HEEERREE!! I’M USING LEMON PLEDGE!! Jinzai snarls as he begins to ram his shoulder into the door frantically JINZAI: JASOOOOOOON!!! I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL DO MORE THAN BUST YOUR ARM IF YOU TOUCH ANYTHING IN THERE!!! Several passers by quickly turn around and begin walking away from the scene as Jin kicks and rams at the locked door. JASON MENTEZ: *still in deep accent* IS ONLY DO ‘OOB POR MISTER JIN! LEMON PLEDGE ‘OOOB!! Jinzai's attempts to get inside of the room became more frantic as he begins to kick and stomp at the door. He knows that with each second that ticks by, Jason could be trashing his belongings even further. It starts to give, before he finally is able to pry it open. JINZAI: I swear on everything that you love, everything had better be intact or - Jin pauses in mid sentence, and his eyes go wide as he takes in the sight before him. Jason Mentez, Hall of Famer, former Champion, is inside of the locker room with his back to the door and the cameras working their way to view the room. Mentez’s Parish jeans and hint of red/black Polo boxer briefs at his knees his ‘Pillars’ jacket not completely covering the well tanned backend of his body. On the front a long stream of liquid is falling. The middle of his body blocking the view right into the traveling bag of HKW’s Super Saiyan. In Mentez’s hands a fairly new Nintendo 3DS as his focus remains on the game looking down so often at the last of the stream hitting into and around his bag. Mentez is actually whistling as he hears the commotion of Jinzai opening the door and turns his head only for a moment to see Jinzai’s expression. JASON MENTEZ: *Actually keeping the accent* MISTER ZAI’S HOUSEKEEPIN NO DONE!! I STILL NEED MORE LEMON PLEDGE. AND ME… *he cuts the act* I already shit in there too. His voice goes back to the normal lower octaves instead of the stereotype portrayed on the cartoon show. During the time the stream has ended as the womanly screams of yes in the Times Union Center get even louder with more view of his ass as he pulls up his wear, zipping and securing himself. Turning around he continues his focus on the 3DS making some maneuvers with the gamepad then holds it up at Jinzai who is now a literal fire from head to toe past level 9,000. JINZAI: YOU...HE..A!!! MOTHERFU!!! I SWEAR!!! Mentez brings the 3DS upward as if willing to smash it on the ground below getting the shakingly mad Jinzai’s attention. JASON MENTEZ: Don’t take another step. Now earlier I tried bring nice. I tried to do as Doc said, find the good...be the good...everything good. But it wasn’t good Jinzai. It wasn’t good at all. Now, I don’t have to be nice n its very freeing. Just as freeing as an open piss. Since you inconvenienced me at my homecoming it is only rite I do the same to you. Cept I aint tryin to harm you of course I want you at your best. Dr. Anderson said I gotta stop throwing fists first so...I want my sunny sticker. So I’m being a helpful Jason with your Pokemon game and bring new fresh scene to your locker room and personal things. Pee de Puerto...hashtag Helpful Jason. Mentez keeps Jinzai’s 3DS in the air for a moment only to bring it down to look at it meanwhile Jinzai is still in enormous shock over everything being done in front of him. Jinzai sniffs and his face frowns up immediately, evidence of Jason’s word that he may have truly shit in his bag. JINZAI: YOU. YOU PEED. ALL OVER. IS THAT SHIT? IN MY….JAAASSSOOON WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? Jinzai lunges forward a bit toward Jason and he quickly backs up acting shocked and afraid at Jin lunging at him making him push a line of buttons on the 3DS. JASON MENTEZ: Oooooppppsssiiiieeeees...I didn’t mean to do that. Mentez holds the 3DS up as proof from a distance at Jinzai. JASON MENTEZ: I took away the Sun by accident, now the Moon. Damn son you gotta start from scratch on both games. I think Sun had like a month worth of playing time on it already yo. Dat was a strong fucking Golisopod you had on there too I aint NEVER even seen one a those. These games just came out do you even eat vato? Fuck your girl on occasion? Jinzai’s face is pure red or maybe even a pink to match his lighted hair color at this point he goes straight for Jason to obviously try to kill him dead. Jinzai doesn’t have words just a war cry and hatred in his heart. Jason in quick fashion throws the 3DS at Jinzai making him stop to catch it and care for his only belonging not destroyed in some fashion in this locker room. Jason with the break he’s looking for sprints out of the locker room making his escape while screaming back at the irate screams of Jinzai. JASON MENTEZ: I GOTTA GET MY SUNNY STICKER JINZAI!! NO SCRAPPING!! MY SUNNY STICKER!! JINZAI IT’S IMPORTANT!!! STOP STOP!! NO REVENGE HELPFUL JASON!! The camera stay on Jinzai who is looking around at the marked territory all around him. There’s even shit spread on the walls. He looks at his 3DS and sure enough all his Pokemon Moon saves are gone. It brings him to his knees...right into a puddle of Jason’s piss. JINZAI: JAAAASSSSOOONNN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!! YOU FUCKING LUNATIC!! ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… "You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" "Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights in the arena dimmer down and gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until the only sources of light are the knoxotron and the pyro. "Nothing's gonna save meeeee! The evil that I see! Has taken over mee! No one's gonna save meeeeee! The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!" The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena! Felicity makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and one of her t-shirts wrapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect and turns her attention to the ring. WHISPER VIPER: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! After Whisper announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps, making her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and launches the t-shirt that was wrapped around her waist into the crowd while soaking in the cheers from her thousands of fans. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle rope. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and patiently waits for go-time. SINGLES MATCH AG3 vs. Felicity Banks DING! DING! DING! The opening bell sounds and the actions gets underway! Well, sort of… BRIAN MASON: What the hell is Alexis doing? JACK WARREN: Billy Blanks Tae Bo, Mason! Don’t you know anything?! AG3 stands in one spot, bouncing on her heels as she throws soft punches to her sides. Felicity stares at AG3 with a blank look on her face, unsure of how to battle AG3’s unique strategy. Felicity takes a step forward, but Beth gets on one foot and hops forward, lifting her arms up in the air to let Felicity know she had the crane kick just waiting for her to make a move! Felicity tries to maneuver a different way and tries to attack AG3 from the side, but AG3 slides her foot and holds the position as she turns toward Felicity! Obviously frustrated, Felicity flails her arms and lunges forward, but AG3 executes the crane kick, making Felicity jump back to make sure she didn’t get hit with it! JACK WARREN: See! Look at that! Brilliant strategy! Felicity has no idea how to come at her! BRIAN MASON: I will admit say I’m a little surprised at how well this seems to be working. JACK WARREN: You frustrate Felicity, and she’ll make mistakes. AG3 knows this, and that should tell you about this girl's potential. She might be … off, but she knows what she’s doing! Felicity scatters up to her feet and yells “STOP THAT!” at her opponent. AG3 ignores Felicity’s plead and gets back into the crane kick stance, telling Felicity “NEXT TIME IT WON’T BE THE WIND THAT KNOCK YOU ON YO ASS!” Not knowing what else to do, Felicity rips her elbow pad off and launches it AG3’s face! This makes her let go of the crane kick stance, allowing Felicity to push forward and let loose with a fury of strikes! Knees! Elbows! Punches to the head! Felicity hits Alexis with everything she has until Alexis drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. AG3 gestures that she’s done with the match and begins walking up the ramp, but Felicity slides right out after and grabs a hold of AG3’s red locks! Felicity pulls AG3 back toward the ring, but AG3 catches Felicity with an unexpected elbow to the liver, then pushes her side first into the ring post to make Felicity hit the steel with her temple! She immediately drops to the floor, AG3 sliding into the ring and screaming for the referee to make the count. JACK WARREN: Swear these normal things always look more brutal with Fel. I don’t know if it’s because of how small she is or what. BRIAN MASON: You’re not kidding. She maybe out cold right now! ONE! TWO! THREE The referee gets to the count of three, Felicity finally moving a limb or two as AG3 celebrates in the ring. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! AG3 sees Felicity starting to come to and screams “SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, IT’S OVER!” but the referee holds his pace. SEVEN! EII--- Felicity slides into the ring, but AG3’s right there to let loose with a fury of boots to the back of the head! AG3 grabs a handful of Felicity’s hair and rips her up to a vertical base before she scoops her up and slams her in the center of the ring! JACK WARREN: LOOK AT THE POWER! THAT WAS MONUMENTAL! THAT BODY SLAM RIGHT THERE WILL BE PLAYED IN HKW HIGHLIGHT REELS FOR YEARS TO COME! BRIAN MASON: … Do I sound like this? AG3 grabs a hold of the top rope and starts shaking vigorously, the audience booing and chanting Felicity’s name to will her back. The camera focuses in on the distant and glazed over look in Felicity’s eyes as she gets to a knee, but catches a big boot to the back of the head from AG3! AG3 turns Felicity onto her back and makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Felicity gets her shoulder up, but mostly on instinct. AG3 stares down at the triple crown winner and tells her that SHE’S the queen of HKW now. Normally, that would’ get a swing out of Felicity, but the Destiny main eventer tries to pull herself by using AG3’s gear, only to catch a stiff right hand to the chin! Banks drops right back down, AG3 throwing her arms up in the air while screaming “WHO’S THE SUPREME NOW!” BRIAN MASON: The referee might need to call this one, Jack. Fel hasn’t been right since she smashed her head off the post. JACK WARREN: Stubborn pipsqueak needs to just give up and fight another day. AG3 continues her celebration, but stops once she notices the audience turning their attention the entrance ramp. AG3 looks that way and sees Lance Winters, Luke Wisia, Viktor Volkov, Chance Frost and the rest of the Reapers cheering her on, urging her to finish the job. BRIAN MASON: Things for Felicity have went from bad … to worse. AG3 waves to her stablemates and tells them to come down to the ringside. She turns around to bring the fight back to Felicity. WHAP! BRIAN MASON: BANK SHOT! Felicity lands her families patented superkick flush, knocking AG3 right on her back! The Reapers hurry their pace down the ramp as they watch Felicity pull herself up and use the crowd's energy to battle through! Felicity slaps herself in the face a few times to wake herself up and immediately drops down onto AG3 to hammer away with a rights and lefts! The referee steps in rips Felicity off, the Supreme noticing Chance Frost on the apron! She lunges at him and catches him with a kick to the midsection, then runs off the ropes to come forward and hit Chance with a devastating sunset flip powerbomb to the floor! BRIAN MASON: THERE WE GO! FELICITY IS BACK ON TRACK! JACK WARREN: I thought you weren’t fangirling anymore?! BRIAN MASON: I’m not! I want to see a clean and fair match! JACK WARREN: You’re such a rube… Felicity lands on her feet and glares right over in RIP’s direction, a cocky smirk on her face. She waves at the Reaper’s as she gets to the apron, climbs to the top rope, and levels AG3 with her patented diving knee attack! BRIAN MASON: QueeeKNEE! Felicity turns AG3 onto her back, makes the pin and watches referee Gene Jensen make the count! ONE! TWO!! THRRRRRRRRRRE!!! ??? Lance Winters pulls Jensen out and levels him with a hellacious right hand to the chin! Felicity sees this and immediately pulls herself up, running toward the ropes to catch Lance with a baseball slide kick to the back of the head! She scatters back up to her feet, but gets turned inside out by a lariat from Chance Frost! Frost continues to put the boots to Felicity as Viktor Volkov helps AG3 to her feet and places her in the corner. Lance and Luke remain outside of the ring, Lance watching the happenings inside the ring and Luke keeping his eyes closed. BRIAN MASON: … I’ve really had enough of this. Never a fair fight with these guys. JACK WARREN: What?! Felicity cheated to be in this position, Mason. This is well deserved. BRIAN MASON: IT’S NOT! IT’S NOT WELL DESERVED! FOR OVER THREE YEARS THE REAPERS IN PRIDE HAVE BEEN DOING THIS, AND I AM SICK OF IT CONTAMINATING THE DEFIANCE BRAND! SICK OF IT! Kyan Winters and Chance Frost continue putting the boots to Fel until Lance calls them off and motions for Volkov and AG3 to finish her. Knowing what this means, Volkov pushes Frost and Winters out of his way, then gestures for AG3 to get in position. Volkov pulls Felicity up, puts her in the powerbomb position, and lifts her up only to throw her into a jumping neckbreaker from AG3! JACK WARREN: Reaped… the weap. BRIAN MASON: That move is more devastating every time I see it. SOMEONE STOP THI-- THE HELL?! The camera shows Lance waving someone down to the ring, and out comes senior referee HANK BERMAN wearing a Reapers cut! BRIAN MASON: H-Hank? Berman? He was-- He was the best of us… JACK WARREN: HAHAHAHAHA! THE REAPERS HAVE A REFEREE REAPER! Berman slides into the ring as AG3 falls on top of Felicity and watches the fast count. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Reluctantly, the timekeeper hits the bell… DING! DING!! DING!!! AG3 jumps up to her feet as the crowd fills the arena with boos, Volkov and Berman holding AG3’s arm up high in the air. Lance applauds AG3 while Luke remains quiet, Kyan and Chance harassing Whisper Viperi into making the announcement. WHISPER VIPERI: Here… here is your winner… AG3. The displeasure was evident in Whisper’s tone, but the Reaper’s didn’t give a damn. BRIAN MASON: You have anything to say for this? JACK WARREN: Honestly? I’m wondering how many matches that crooked referee cost me! BERMAN! YOU GOT SOME SPLAININ’ TO DO! The Reapers look ready to make their leave, but Lance moves in the direction of the steel steps and splits them in two. Their theme song cuts as Lance positions the bottom part of the steps on the entrance ramp, and orders the Reapers inside the ring to bring Felicity out. BRIAN MASON: COME ON! THIS HAS ALREADY BEEN MORE THAN ENOUGH! JACK WARREN: Not according to the Prez. Somewhat reluctantly, Volkov slides out of the ring and grabs a hold of Felicity’’s boot. He drags her out of the ring as Lance orders Chance and Kyan into position, telling them to “Reap” her onto the steps. BRIAN MASON: This is going to break her back. She may already have a concussion! JACK WARREN: IT’S DESTINY SEASON, MASON. SHOW UP, OR SIT DOWN! Luke tries to step in and say something, but Kyan wastes no time! He lifts Felicity up, and powerbombs her right into a neckbreaker from Chance onto the steel steps! Felicity’s body contorts in a weird way, her head hanging off the edge and her legs turned to the side, the crowd unable to react in any sort of way. JACK WARREN: … okay. She really might be dead. BRIAN MASON: I am SICK to my stomach. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE SEND OUT HELP!? JACK WARREN: For you or for Fel? BRIAN MASON: NOT THE TIME, JACK!!!!! On site paramedics rush down the ramp… …. But the Reapers aren’t through. Lance turns his attention to Luke and yells out “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SON?! DON’T YOU WANT TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN!?” Luke doesn’t say a word and watches Lance as he approaches Volkov and gestures for him to bring Felicity to the top of the ramp. You can hear Volkov even saying “that’s enough” but Lance snaps back at him and tells him to remember what she did. Not one to wait, Kyan Winters steps forward and pulls Felicity up, lifting her over his shoulder to carry her deadweight up the ramp. Lance gestures for Luke and Volkov to follow him specifically, telling the rest of the Reapers to keep the medics and HKW officials out of the way. Once atop the ramp. Lance points at the ten foot drop and gestures for the two people who actually had somewhat of relationship with Fel to finish her off with a powerbomb off the stage. Volkov takes in a deep breath and pulls her lifeless body away from Kyan, then set her in position. He looks at Luke and asks “You ready?” before he lifts her up and waits for Luke’s hand to push Felicity down for the hellacious double team powerbomb to the floor! CROWD: … BRIAN MASON: … JACK WARREN: …. LANCE WINTERS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! WEAP! WEAP! WEAP! Now… they are done. Luke walks away without taking a second look back, Volkov doing the same seconds later. Lance unbuckles his title from around his waist and holds it in the air, watching as the paramedics rush around the stage to tend to the fallen Felicity Banks. LANCE WINTERS: THE REAPERS. RUN. DEFIANCE. The crowd remains quiet, no life in the building at all as everyone (besides RIP) holds their breath and hopes for the best. Defiance goes to an adbreak with a stretcher being rolled in and Romeo Price telling a nearby employee that “she’s hasn’t moved.” WINNER: AG3 via pinfall (8:11) |
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| BB | Dec 12 2016, 12:34 AM Post #8 |
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![]() A familiar opening spans out the arena, the introduction to the Neighborhood’s “Female Robbery”. As it plays, the screen fades into grayscale. The lights of the arena only flicker once and awhile, lingering on a dim setting as smoke floods the stage. Inside of the white mass, a silhouette appears. Some fans anticipate it to be Scarlet Flint, but their dreams are dashed as Artemis Kaiser steps through the fog. She wears the gas mask that was associated with Sine Mora. She stands there on the stage, soaking in the chorus of boos that come her way. She looks to each side of herself, before reaching up to the mask. More fog blankets her, obscuring her from the eyes of the jeering fans. Instead of “Immigrant Song” following, Artemis’s heavier “Sonne” (by Rammstein) starts to blare out. She walks out the fog, holding the mask in one hand. She looks absolutely disgruntled as she makes her way down into the ring. She takes her sweet time doing so as well. By the time she enters, the look on her face transfigures into disgust for the booing audience. She beckons for a microphone as her theme starts to die out. When it does, the only sound she hears is the screaming fans. A chant begins to break out, which causes her to look up. “YOU SCREWED SCARLET!” Artemis takes a look at the gas mask for a moment, before bringing the microphone to her mouth. ARTEMIS KAISER: Are you all quite done? The fans continues it, which only prompts her to smirk. ARTEMIS KAISER: I see how it is. You all want to sit here all night, screaming your lungs out about something you know NOTHING about? I can pull a chair right now and wait for you guys to behave like proper, little maggots. Emilio does not have to debut tonight, you know? You guys think he will be content knowing that you all ruined his first night here on Defiance? The fans boo loudly. Artemis’s amusement of the situation dies out in favor of her more customary anger. ARTEMIS KAISER: Okay, enough of this garbage! Shut your mouths, you petulant bastards. Did your mothers not raise you to respect people better than you?! Right now, I am the one standing here with this mask, with this microphone, and with all your eyes on me. The fact of the matter is, I got enough money in the bank to get out of this damn ring and smack EVERYONE in the first row! And the best thing is, most of you would get on your phones and gush about me doing it. Keep testing my patience, because it has been tested for the past seven months! The fans die out enough for Artemis to speak properly. She composes herself, before looking back at the mask. ARTEMIS KAISER: Every time that I look at this mask here, I remember when Sine Mora first came to be. A couple of girls that wanted to make people bleed came together just to do that. We saw those Tag Team Championships and we wanted them. Guess what? We took those. Adam Adonis, Kyo, Beer Beer, and anybody else that got too froggy caught the worst ass beatings of their lives. Scarlet and I broke hands, knees, and lives together. It was what you would call our bonding time. You all reveled in that stuff. I heard a few people talk about how bad; we were hardly human. She snickers, remembering the earlier days of Sine Mora fondly. ARTEMIS KAISER: I am a family woman, you know. Salem Cartier is my wife. I have a kid named Lukas, who is fantastic. I got twelve dogs running about with a ferret and a cat following close. You saw them all before. And for those who know me, you know that my blade has dulled quite a lot over these last few months. The word I would like to use is “complacency”. She lets a beat fall, allowing the audience to interpret that as they will. ARTEMIS KAISER: Scarlet and I got comfortable with our title reign. We came in and did what we were supposed to do. We defended these belts more than anyone else. We beat every team out there, minus one. We broke every record we could with those belts. We had open challenges. We let contenders make themselves. All we needed was one more defense and then we could break away from this. One more defense and I might have been able to become HKW World Champion. Artemis’s tone is somber as she speaks. She looks at the mask, her fist clenching around it. ARTEMIS KAISER: I was ready. I was raving mad. I was chomping at the bit. I had Surgical Tendencies in my sight and my finger on the trigger! I was two matches away from getting what I was rightfully earning. I fought against that stagnation to try to reemerge as the top wrestler that I am. I fought against thoughts of retirement and unmotivation. I ranted and yelled. I made DeMarcus and William bleed and have a brief glimpse into who I am really am! But, of course, there’s always something. ARTEMIS KAISER: This is not the first time I have had a tag team partner lag behind. This is almost an exact repeat of that situation, but unfortunately, it hit closer to home. Scarlet Flint is-- Artemis stiffens up, glaring at the mask. She roars out and throws it into the ground. She frantically stomps away at it, her eyes widened with unbridled fury. She kicks it out the ring and stands up completely, staring dead in the crowd. Malice radiates off her as she speaks, a fang-filled grin forming. ARTEMIS KAISER: SCARLET FLINT WAS MY SISTER. But family always seems to doom you in the end. All of these nominations, all of the possibilities, went up in smoke because Scarlet did not see the end of the tunnel. She did not want to make it to the promised land. No, she wanted to live her fantasies with her deadbeat husband and her self-hatred. So when it was high time to make good on our promises, she failed me. And after that, she moped around, knowing that it was her fault. I got tired of telling her that it was okay. That she was good. No, the only way to get Scarlet Flint to do anything worthwhile is to BEAT IT OUT OF HER! So that is what I did. I beat out everything, EVERYTHING! Artemis pounds on the side of her forehead. ARTEMIS KAISER: Every doubt, every fantasy, and every memory of me being her sister, because Kaisers do not like failure! She brought me down and I want to do more than live in a fantasy. I want to be a Grand Slam Champion one day. I want all of those accolades hanging on my wall. I want that Hall of Fame recognition. I am a hungry wolf and I am going to get what I want! Scarlet stood in my way and thought that I would not strike her down. And I did. I beat the ever living crap out of Scarlet and did not bat a single eye. She pauses. As she does, a bead of blood starts to trickle down her forehead. ARTEMIS KAISER: Matter of fact, I want to say that I enjoyed that more than those seven months of monotony. She shakes her head. ARTEMIS KAISER: Sine Mora is dead. Artemis speaks with finality, staring coldly into the camera. ARTEMIS KAISER: Scarlet, I know you are strong, but you are weak-minded. If you want to stay in your bed, crying about how much of a failure to me you were, then fine. Do not come back. If you come back, I will beat you down again. Each time you come back here, the beating will get worse and worse until you cannot come back anymore. You know I will do it. You know I will not care. You know that I will take my time doing it too. So sit back, cuddle up with Figg, and watch me become something greater than you will ever be. Artemis drops the microphone and kicked it back over to the stagehand. “Sonne” picks back up where it left off. Artemis leaves the ring, a vacant expression on her face. The fans continue to boo her, but she pays them no mind this time. When she gets to the back, the camera then fades to black, going elsewhere. ![]() The scene fades backstage as Romeo Price walks into his office where he was met by a tall gentleman dressed in a fitted black suit. He turns around greeting him with a file. SHANNON ELLIOTT: Just got back from from the medical room. They think Felicity is going to need to go to a hospital get some x-rays and further test done. Price shakes his head and groans as he walks over to pour himself a drink of Scotch. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….Sonofabitch…. He nods as he takes a sip. Romeo just hired Shannon not too long ago to be his Assistant General Manager here on the Defiance Brand. The company wanted to appoint someone of their choosing or even do something similar to what Subversion was doing with having guest assistant general managers come in week after week. He didn’t want to bother with that circus or have to deal with somebody he wasn’t sure if he could trust, so he chose to hired Shannon Elliott instead. Elliott worked for Romeo at his law firm and knew how good of a rabid dog the man could be if allowed to. He was just as much of a straightforward no nonsense sonofabitch as Romeo was but maybe a bit more lenient to others than Romeo was. It was someone who he could actually trust to get the job done correctly and similar to how he would if he wasn’t around. And with his current investigation with the matters of Capone’s lingering around he would need another set of eyes and ears here in Hard Knox Wrestling. SHANNON ELLIOTT: For right now they think she may be fine but they just wanna be sure everything is alright. She’s just really banged up. ROMEO PRICE: Ms. Banks is a tough girl Mr. Elliott...I’m sure she’ll be fine come next Defiance. SHANNON ELLIOTT: Right. Did you get anything on Capone and his crew? ROMEO PRICE: Sort of...Not quite enough than I would like. He’s still working as a manager but I have yet to discover who it is he’s managing… Romeo takes another swig and looks over to Shannon. ROMEO PRICE: Soon...Soon I will discover who it is and what he’s actually doing here still. SHANNON ELLIOTT: Rome….I mean Mr. Price. Just be careful when dealing with them, yeah? If all I heard about that crime family is true then they aren’t the type of people I’d like to be cornered by. Romeo knew this already. He nods as he takes another sip and the scene begins to fade away. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening! 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: Introducing first! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… BRIIIIAAAAN STRYYYYYKEERRRRRR! He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms and shouting "Reborn" before hopping down onto the floor. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The heavy opening riff of STVORE’s Sgori [Burn] starts up on the sound system and Viktor Volkov steps out from behind the curtain. With his flask engraved with a snarling wolf in one hand, Volkov uses his free hand to take a drag from his already lit cigarette. WHISPER VIPERI: Measuring 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 223 pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is Reaper In Pride’s Hell Raiser, he is the ‘Red Wolf’, Viktor Volkov! With his usual stoic expression, Viktor begins to walk down to the ring, taking a couple of swigs from his flask along the way before disposing of his cigarette. Pulling himself up to the apron the ‘Red Wolf’ enters the ring, almost reluctantly handing his flask to the referee before he removes his Reapers In Pride cut and places it under a turnbuckle. Viktor then takes the center of the ring, intimidatingly pacing back and forth as his music begins to fade. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent… 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From Lo Angeles, Calfornia… EMILIOOOOOOOOO VIALPAAAAAAAANDO! 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. While on the ramp he slaps a few of the fans hand and stops at the bottom of the ramp. He looks down to his feet and suddenly fireworks begin going off along the ramp as he then holds up hands while looking up to the ceiling screaming out to the top of his lungs... "VIVA LA UE" The fireworks stop going off and Emilio sprints towards the ring and slides in. He then walks across and climbs up a corner turnbuckle looking out to the crowd while holding up "LA" with his fingers after placing the title back on his shoulders. He nods and hops downs as he awaits for the match to begin. MAIN EVENT: CROWNED ROYALTY PREVIEW Viktor Volkov vs. Brian Stryker vs. Emilio Vialpando DING! DING! DING! As the bell rings, all three men eye each other off, forming the points of a triangle. Both Emilio and Brian keep their distance from Volkov who darts his gaze between each of them, arms up in a traditional boxing guard. Ready for the Red Hammer. Emilio and Stryker nod to each other, knowing they need to take out the Red Hammer before anything else. They both run in, but suddenly Emilio back pedals, literally leaving Brian to the wolves! Brian has only seconds to express his shock when- RED HAMME- (High Power Left Hook) No! Brian JUST ducks out of the way and rolls to clear distance Volkov goes after him, but Emilio uses the diversion to hit the ropes and attack Volkov from behind with a Zig Za- No! Volkov holds on... Sidewalk slam! Volkov immediately rolls Emilio over and tries to mount him for some punches but Emilio instantly covers up and tries to scramble out from under the lethal striker's mount! It's not enough though, as Volkov SLAMS his left fist into Emilio's ribs! Without the veritcal base, the punch isn't quite the Red Hammer, but it's devastating nonetheless and Emilio feels all the wind knocked out his lungs. Suddenly Stryker comes in from behind, runs up Viktor's back like a ramp, and dropkicks him in the back of the head! The move stuns Volkov and Brian hits the ropes again, coming in for a basement dropkick to the temple! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Brian backs off, considering his next move. Then he dashes to the top rope, looking to win early with the Air Stryke! As he stands on the top rope though, Volkov suddenly grabs hold of his ankle, trying to pull him of the top rope! So Brian lets him. SUICIDE DIVING HEADSCISSORS FROM BRIAN STRYKER!!! Both men go down and are slowly getting back to their feet when Emilio suddenly THROWS himsel over the top rope with a Space Flying Plancha!!! CROWD: Cheer!! BRIAN MASON: Bodies are piled everywhere outside and this crowd is going nuts! JACK WARREN: If THE MAN had to guess, they're cheering in hopes that Stryker succeeded with the suicide part of his dive and we're down to only one dork named Brian here at ringside! BRIAN MASON: Uncalled for! All three men are down for a good few seconds after that move! Emilio is the first one up, cluthing his ribs and wheezing as he slowly gets to his feet and drags Volkov with him, rolling the Red Wolf into the ring for a pin. ONE! TW-!! KICKOUT!! Emilio growls in frustration, holding his ribs in pain as he gets up and STOMPS down on Volkov's shoulder! Then on his elbow! Volkov tries to retreat, but Emilio follows after him, stomping as he goes! BRIAN MASON: Emilio is locked in and focused, taking it to Volkov! JACK WARREN: Gotta admit it's smart trying to get Drago out of there with the damage RIP has caused already tonight. Volkov is in the corner now, and Emilio backs up, measuring him for a hesitation dropkick. He charges in… DIVING CROSSBODY FROM BRIAN STRYKER TAKES EMILIO DOWN!! He tries to go for a pin, but Emilio uses the momentum to roll back into a pin off his own! ONE! KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: Great counter by the Hall of Famer, using his veteran instincts there to score a nearfall. Both men spring to their feet, Brian tries to ground Emilio with a side-headlock takedown, but Emilio breaks free and attacks with a knee lift that Brian dodges! The two lock up and Brian forces Emilio into the ropes. Emilio tries to shoot him off, but Brian reverses the momentum and whips Emilio into the ropes Springboard Reverse DDT from Emili- MIDAIR DROPKICK FROM BRIAN STRYKER!!! It’s a direct hit, and Brian instantly goes for a cover! ONE! TWO!! VOLKOV BREAKS IT UP!! Grabbing Brian, the Red Wolf picks him up and THROWS him out the ring, sending him crashing to the outside! He turns his gaze on the downed Emilio, hands up in his guard, feet back, ready to deliver the Red Hammer the SECOND Emilio gets back to his feet! JACK WARREN: The Red Wolf sent Stryker flying so far he ended up back in rehab, now he's stalking Emilio looking at him like he's made out of ham! Perhaps realising the danger he’s in, Emilio elects NOT to stand up, but instead stays low and rolls out the ring to relative safety.. Sneering in annoyance, Volkov moves to follow him. That’s when Emilio attacks, As Volkov is climbing out the ring, Emilio takes advantage of his vulnerable position to stirke him with a chop block to his knee, grab his left arm, and DROP the Red Wolf shoulder first onto the apron! Volkov drops down onto the floor and Emilio takes the few seconds to rest, holding his ribs that continue to ache. Brian is slowly getting to his feet and moves around to attack Emilio, but Emilio instantly backs up and holds out his hands EMILIO: Wait! Wait! Wait! Take him out first! Tatke him out first! Brian glares, but reluctantly turns his attention to Volkov. Knowing the Red Hammer is the most lethal weapon in the match. He grabs Volkov and whips him shoulder first into the ringsteps with such force that they’re knocked loose! As Volkov slumps against the steps, Emilio comes in with a hesitation dropkick DIRECTLY to his left shoulder! Then Brian grabs him, lifting Volkov onto his shoulder in the backdrop position. He spins Volkov around and Emilio aids th move by grabbing Volkov on the way down to create a double Stryke 2 (Spin-out Powerbomb) that drops Volkov shoulder first onto the BARRICADE!!! BRIAN MASON: The double team effort pays off and Volkov may have been effectively neutralized here! As Volkov falls backwards into the crowd, Brian pauses to catch his breath when Emilio BLASTS him with a forearm! JACK WARREN: AHAHAHAHA Stryker you dolt, that's what happens to teams in a triple threat! He grabs Brian, rolling him into the ring and going for the pin! BRIAN MASON: Emilio looking to seal the win now! ONE! TWO!! BRIAN KICKSOUT, GRABS THE LEG< AND ROLLS EMILIO INTO A SINGLE LEG CRAB!!!! BRIAN MASON: Stryker stays in it and counters with a beautiful rolling half crab! He's wrenching back on that leg! He leans back, and Emilio cries out in pain! Scrabbling against the mat as he desperately tries to crawl to the ring ropes! But they’re in the center of the ring and he’s having to scratch and claw for every inch as agony courses through his body! His spine and leg feeling like they’re about to snap in half! He reaches out, fingertips away…. And JUST manages to grab the ropes, forcing a break. JACK WARREN: Watch, he's gonna be an idiot and not work the five count. Stryker backs up and Emilio tries to charge in, but aburst of adrenaline lets Emilio take him down with a drop-toehold into the ropes. JACK WARREN: Seeeee!? GIVE THE MAN A DAMN RAISE! With Stryker down, he stumbles back. Trying to ignore the pain in his back and lower legs. Hitting the ropes, he uses the momentum to run up Stryker’s back and over the ropes to execute a slingshot guillotine legdrop! The force of the move causes Brian’s neck to snap back and the former bloodlust champion to stumble backwards as Emilio springboards off the ropes and drops him on his neck with a blockbuster! COVER!! ONE! TWO!! THR-!! KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: Another nearfall, as Vialpando tried to use that signature aerial offense to bring him the win. Brian breaks free and Emilio tries to crawl back to his feet, the pain in his legs and back flaring up again to keep him grounded after that intense sequence. Stryker got the worst of it though, and Emilio maneuvers him into the ropes. Laying into him with a knife-edge chop! He pushes Brian into the corner, Brian dodged Emilio’s chop and tries to retaliate with one of his own, but Emilio ducks under THAT, and kicks Brian in the gut! JACK WARREN: Oh tapdancing Christ, they're doing a FIGHTING SPIRIT battle -- you're probably eating this up, Mason. BRIAN MASON: You bet I am, both these warriors are leaving everything in the ring! The move causes Brian to fall back into the corner and Emilio starts stomping a mudhole into Brian’s chest! He backs up for a Hesitation Dropkick, but Brian suddenly catches him as he comes in! Setting Emilio up on the top rope. An attempt at a rope-hung enzuigiri is blocked by Emilio who leaps of with a Diving Hurricanrana, only for Brian to flip out and land on his feet!! Emilio comes in, but Brian shoots him into the ropes and brings him down with a frankensteiner! The move dazes Emilio, and Brian picks him up from behind, going for Stryke 2! But Emilio flips backwards to land behind Brian and catch him in a BLUE THUNDER BOMB!! COVER!! ONE! TWO!! VOLKOV WITH THE SAVE!! BRIAN MASON: The Red Wofl out of nowhere to keep this match going! JACK WARREN: Flippy time's over! Here comes one pissed off commie fueled by rage and meldonium! The Red Wolf throws himself onto Emilio! Raining down punches from a mounted position, but for some reason he’s using his RIGHT arm instead of his left. And the punches are sloppier and more hesitant than before. As the assault continues, Brian rolls out the ring. Trying to catch a breather. ALEX REYN FROM BEHIND!! BRIAN MASON: Oh no! What is he doing here? THe East Wind grabs Stryker, ramming him headfirst into the barricade! His hands close around Brian’s throat and begin SQUEEZING, thumbs diggin into his windpipe as he shakes Brian’s neck like a ragdoll, smashing the back of his head against the barricade wall. The violence of his actions is offset by the eerily cold glare he is giving Brian. BRIAN MASON: Stryker could be seriously hurt here! Alex Reyn, absent of remorse, was just trying to crush the man's throat! JACK WARREN: Yeah! Go! Kill him some more you magnificent creepy bastard! Back in the ring, Emilio manges to catch one of Volkov’s blows and poke the Red Wolf in the eye! Viktor roars out and falls back, covering his face with his hand. Leaving him vulnerable to a running knee! BRIAN MASON: Big knee strike! Volkov could be out! Emilio with the cover! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! JACK WARREN: Nope, not yet; file that one in the "Mason is wrong" folder! Outside the ring, Brian is trying to fight back, but the fresher Alex has complete control and takes out his legs with a swift kick before grabbing the back of his head and THROWIG him down to the floor! As Brian clutches his head in pain, Alex pulls a chair out from under the ring and raises it. BRIAN MASON: Not to ignored, Brian Stryker is putting up a valiant fight, but Alex Reyn who isn't even in this match, has evil intentions for him! JACK WARREN: THE MAN will decide what's to be ignored! Stryker's dead, oh well, call the action and be a professional! Back in the ring, both Emilio and Volkov are on their feet. Emilio is keeping his distance, but he notices that it’s a struggle for Volkov to even get his arms up in their proper guard. Emilio tries to move in, but Viktor steps forward, going for the Red Hammer only to gaps out in pain and step back as agony flares in his shoulder. Emilio takes advantage and dlivers a sequence of stiff kicks to Volkov’s leg. BRIAN MASON: Red Hammer avoided! Emilio fighting back now! On the outside, Alex is laying into Brian Stryker with the steel chair. Striking him viciously over and over again! Brian tries to get some distance but the cruel East Wind is showing on pity for the one who DARED interfere in his execution. He grabs the bloodied Brian by the hair and sticks his head inside the chair so the edge is against his throat. Then he aims it toward the ringpost. Time seems to freeze as Alex readys himself to crush Brian’s throat with the chair when a blur of motion SLAMS into him from the side! Hitting with such force that he actually goes FLYING over the barricade! His assailant glares at the man who attacked him one week prior. Who is this man you ask? None other than JOHN BLADE himself! BRIAN MASON: It's John Blade! The face that blades the place is here to help Brian Stryker and this place is going nuts! JACK WARREN: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE JOHN BLADE!? John Blade immediately runs to Brian’s aide, helping him to his feet. Brian gives John a grateful nod, then SHOVES him out the way as Alex comes in with a flying crossbody! Alex hits the floor and rolls into a predatory crouch, eyeing off John Blade who has managed to grab a chair. The Alex paces, his eyes fixed on John Blade as he looks for an opening… Then he moves. SPEAR BY ALEX REYN!! JACK WARREN: Welp. That was cute while it lasted, BACK TO THE MURDER! The move strikes under Blade’s guard and takes him off his feet! He closes his hand around Blade’s throat when movement on the ramp gets his attention. His head snaps towards the stage to see the arena security running towards them. He growls and releases John Blade. There are too many for him to deal with, and so he slips away into the crowd. BRIAN MASON: FINALLY security makes it out here and chases off Alex Reyn, but not before he did significant damage and surely took Brian Stryker out of this match! It's down to Emilio and Volkov, with Vialpando having The Red Wolf on the ropes! Back in the ring, Emilio has Volkov cornered, laying into his chest with a chop before grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm. He climbs out onto the apron and drops down, yanking Volkov’s arm against the ring rope! As Volkov staggers back, Emilio leaps off the ropes with a springboard forearm- VOLKOV CATCHES HIM! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!! The move puts ENORMOUS strain on Volkov’s arm, but he fights through it and rises to his feet. Looking for one last Red Hammer. That’s when Brian slides in from behind. SCHOOLBOY ROLL-UP!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! VOLKOV BREAKS FREE!! BRIAN MASON: Brian Stryker somehow, someway finds the courage to fight his way back in this match and almost steals a win there! JACK WARREN: That was all he had left! He'd have been better off staying dead outside! Brian seemed to have expended the last of his energy on that attempt, as he lays unmoving on the mat. Volkov backs into the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as he tries to let the agony in his arms fade. The only one standing is Emilio, who immediately goes for the downed Stryker, but Volkov charges him from the side and pushes him into the corner. He tries to go for the Red Hammer, but Emilio ducks and hits the ropes. As he does, Volkov THROWS him in the air, but Emilio counters that into a pop-up tornado DDT! The move hits with such force that BOTH men are down, Volkov actually rolling over from the impact! BRIAN MASON: What a counter! All three men are down, but look who's stirring! That’s when Brian begins to stir. JACK WARREN: God is dead. Slowly, fighting through the haze in his mind, he crawls over to the turnbuckles, climbing to the top. He measures Emilio who is lying flat on his back… Then he goes for it. AIR STRYKE!! (Shooting Star Press) EMILIO GETS THE KNEES UP!! GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! The move is locked in tight, and Brian is fading! He’s trying to crawl to the ropes, but he just can’t make it! He tries to keep from tapping, he tries to stay conscious, to DRAG himself to the bottom rope, but it’s too far away… BRIAN MASON: A battle of wills here! Either Stryker's going to pass out or Emilio's going to burn his arms out trying to finish this! The weight of the Red Wolf CRASHES into them, breaking the hold! The Red Wolf grabs Emilio by the throat for one last, DESPERATE attempt to end this… WOLF’S TERROR!! (Chokebreaker) NO! Emilio slips out behind! Roll Up! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… EMILIO VIALPANDO! Emilio slithers right out of the ring while Volkov stands up and kicks the rope out of frustration. Emilio laughs at Volkov, and celebrates with the fans at ringside. BRIAN MASON: The roll up out of nowhere and the three count! Welcome to Defiance Emilio Vialpando! He surprises a stunned looking Viktor Volkov, who thought he had the match in hand and comes out victorious in this Crowned Royalty preview! JACK WARREN: Can THE MAN get a clean up crew over here? Pretty sure Mason just spooged all over the broadcast area. Emilio taunts Volkov and tells him that ‘he’ll never be showtime’ - but Volkov ignores this and exits the ring. He hops over the barricade and makes his way through the crowd, confusing Emilio until the Knoxotron lights up… WINNER: Emilio Vialpando via pinfall (16:21) ![]() Defiance transitions backstage right after the main event. The back of an ambulance is captured by the camera crew until the back door to the arena flies open and reveals paramedics stretching out one Felicity Banks. The ambulance drivers open up the hatch door and the team works together to unhinge the stretcher legs and lift it into the back of the ambulance. BRIAN MASON: This is something I thought I’d never see. Not with someone who got back up every single time. JACK WARREN: Felicity should take pride in this. RIP went the extra mile to make sure she stayed down. That means they think highly of her. BRIAN MASON: I’m not replying to your heinous comments, Jack. Not tonight. The paramedics load Felicity into the back of the ambulance and shut the door. The tap the back of the ambulance to let them be on their way, but Kyan Winters and Chance Frost rush toward the front door and rip it open! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! Kyan rips the driver out, allowing Chance to jump inside the kick the passenger out of the passenger side door! Kyan rushes around the back and chases away everyone in the surrounding area. KYAN WINTERS: Drive that sombitch over to the landing zone, Chancey-boy! Chance sticks out his head from the driver side window and grins. CHANCE FROST: Next stop, Grim’s Place! He honks the horn and speeds off and out of the arena. BRIAN MASON: Where the hell are they taking her!? What the fuck is going on?! JACK WARREN: Hell if I know, but I’m sure glad I’m not Felicity fucking Banks right about now!? The cameras watch as the ambulance leaves the arena until the picture transitions into the parking lot where several members of the Reapers In Pride are seen waiting for the ambulance’s arrival. It would seem it was the entire local charter here to bare witness to whatever was about to happen as they set on their bikes revving their engines. As Chance comes to a stop he hops out of the car with his hands raised. CHANCE FROST: Well look here fellas! We got us here a special guest...I would like to present to you all….FELICITY BANKS!!!!!! The Reapers cheer as Lance Winters and Viktor Volkov get off of their bikes and walk into the center of the bikes. Lance wears a sinister grin on his face as Volkov stares at the ambulance. LANCE WINTERS: This could have ALL BEEN AVOIDED but heeeyyy. We sure LIKE TO HAVE US A JOLLY OL’ TIME don’t we? He laughs as the Reapers all agree with him. LANCE WINTERS: AND IT’S ALL JUST in time for CHRISTMAS, yayyyy!!!! The Prez walks over to the ambulance or more so skips right on over until he gets to the back of the ambulance. He looks into the mirror and sees Felicity laying there strapped up to the stretcher with her eyes open wondering where the hell she was. Lance knocks on the glass getting her attention. Once she looks over to him he smiles big. LANCE WINTERS: HHIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lance hops down and opens the door. LANCE WINTERS: MY BUDDDDDDYYY!!!!! He hops into the ambulance and sits next to Felicity. LANCE WINTERS: Oh Felly...You don’t look well. WHAT HAPPENED?! YOU LOOK LIKE you’ve BEEN IN ONE HELLUVA beating or something. Felicity tries to speak but she’s only able to mutter “fuck you.” Winters laughs and rubs his on cheek as if he was trying to console her. LANCE WINTERS: Oh there, there NOW BUD. I know...I KNOW IT MUST SUCK to be in the position that you’re in. I MEAN LOOK AT YOU. I’d personally hate to look like SHIT MYSELF YOU KNOW. I feel your pain. I REALLY DO. He playfully punches her arm. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t worry though, A COUPLE PAIN KILLERS and some bandaids and YOU’LL BE JUST FINE there bud. I promise. Lance’s cheerful charm then begins to fade away as well as his smile. LANCE WINTERS: You brought this on your own fucking self, Felicity. There’s no one else to blame but you. I told you...I tried to warn you. This isn’t a road you want to go down but you kept pushing it. You just had to get this damn championship. Well….I hope it was all worth it darling. Lance stands up and hops out of the ambulance. He takes a deep breath and smiles as he looks back to Felicity. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t worry bud. Our buddy Grim will take good care of you! Let’s just hope YOU DON’T END UP down under. If you believe in that sort of thing or whatever. He shrugs his shoulders and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Toodles FELLY, TEHEHEhahahahAHAH. He slams the door shut and walks back out to the center of the bikes. LANCE WINTERS: Ladies n’ Gents….YOU MIGHT WANNA make some room. It’s about to GET MESSY. Lance pulls out a set of keys from his pockets and clicks a button. Once he does some lights flash behind them where a black semi truck was parked. Some of the biker club members’ eyes widen as they see the semi. The crowd watching gasp as well as both Warren and Mason. BRIAN MASON: Oh Lord…. JACK WARREN: He’s going to fucking kill Felicity on live television?! The Reapers burst into cheers of delight as Winters makes his way to the semi. As he gets to the driver side of the truck he hops up and opens the door. He waves them all out of the way to make some room. LANCE WINTERS: Watch out! FELICITY HAS A BIG date with GRIM! She doesn’t LIKE TO BE late. He giggles as he climbs in and starts the semi up. He honks the horn and laughs hysterically as he rams the engine. The Reapers get out of Lance’s way and as he stares down the ambulance. Volkov looks back to the camera who was there to catch it all on film. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Say goodbye to your queen, cykas. Haha! Lance honks the horn again as he presses on the gas and speeds right into the ambulance! BRIAN MASON: NO!! NO!!! NO!!! FELIICCCIITTY?! NOO!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS LUNATIC?! You could hear Brian’s headset thud as he takes them off. The Reapers cheer as Lance rams the semi truck into the side of the ambulance, nearly flipping it over on it’s side! The Prez kicks the door open and climbs out of the truck to celebrate along with the rest of the reapers. The camera pans over to the crash as Lance walks out of the frame ![]() Once the crash site is shown the feed immediately cuts to black. Edited by Leon Kaiser, Dec 12 2016, 03:20 AM.
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