| [color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]LVI[/color]; LIVE from the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas | January 1st, 2017 | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 3 2017, 10:20 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: San Antonio, Texas Venue: AT&T Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance LVI poster! ![]() |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 12:17 AM Post #2 |
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![]() Footage from earlier in the evening of A.G. III arriving at the AT&T Center, making her way towards the entrance, begins playing. She mouths off a couple of hecklers, before turning to see that Defiance Interviewer Lola J has approached her with a mic in hand. Alexis looks to confirm that she is indeed outside, looks at the time on her watch, then narrows her eyes at Lola. LOLA J: Hi A.G. III, sorry to catch you coming in like this, but I wanted to make sure I got hold of you before your match to kick off Defiance. I was hoping to get some comments from you on what transpired at Crowned Royalty. The RIP member nods her head and laughs. A.G. III: Yeah, JACKASS Fowler got what he was asking for and we got more gold comin' home to RIP baby! LOLA J: Yes, but -- A.G. III slaps the interviewer hard on the shoulder. A.G. III: Get it? Like his name, like that's what Jackie stands for ... Jackass. AHAHAHAHA ... ha, I crack myself up. LOLA J: Uh yes, I get it, but I meant more the return of Felicity Banks, making her presence known in a big way to RIP during the fight between Brandon and Lance Winters. Alexis scowls and shakes her head. A.G. III: That was some bullshit, especially the lack of fucks yawl giving about how my boy Kyan got killededed, but it's whatever. That was her big shot, it took the entire damn Banks family to get that shot in. LOLA J: You're trying to make this sound like her return wasn't big, but you were saying you defeated her in her last ever match. Don't you think there's some egg on your face right now? A roll of the eyes. A.G. III: Oh my god, shut yo fucking trap. Listen, all her gettin' back up means is that it means she's stiiiill goootttt it or whatev the fans like to chant to peeps, meanin' I survived her big moves to beat her IN HER PRIME! That's great news for me, and it just means once Prez gets past whatever dork the fans face, that all the dumbasses out there gonna be ready to shell they money out thinking she gonna take him out. Big box office, even bigger than Destiny was gonna be, meanin' RIP gonna get paaaiiiddd to keep that World Title and take her ass out! She snatches the mic away from Lola and starts ranting to all the early arriving fans in the lot. A.G. III: Yawl tryna forget that A.G. III is a fucking winner who associates with winners! Squad of the Year, right here! Listen up and listen good, fuckheads! Yawl thinking Jaxon Queen gonna take me out tonight? WROOOOOONGGG!!! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! I already beat the former Queen-ah and I can beat this Queen too! Her head tilts back slightly as she continues shouting. A.G. III: OOOOOHHH I'm Jaxon QUeen! Human pink slip, I'm a walking piece a women's lingerie! I know suplexes! Fuck outta here! I'm the state of Florida's motherfucking finest! Tourism bureau sponsored! I'm a goddamn bigger draw than Disney and Universal Studios put together! I ain't scared of no Jaxon's! I come from a state with a whole motherfucking VILLE full of 'em! A.G III for life, hoes! ... Nah, scratch that shit. Once I beat this Queen's ass wit' some VINTAGE Billy Blanks Tae Bo, I want all yawl assfucks to start callin' me QUEEN-AHHHH GREEN QUEEN THE THIRD! On that note, she wildly flings the mic across the lot in the direction of some parked cars as the video cuts out. ![]() Backstage, Jaxon Queen walks into the arena, getting a pop from the audience. There’s a scowl on the young man’s face as he walks around, looking for his locker room and addressing practically no one. He seems ready to fight more than anything else and nobody wants a piece of the man who has put two different RIP members in the hospital. The Killer of Fuckboys finally finds his locker room and is about to enter it when Eli Zayn finds his way into the shot. JAXON QUEEN: Oh great…. ELI ZAYN: Jaxon, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I know you’ve been on a tear lately and I don’t want to get in the way of that, but I just need for you to answer a few questions, if you don’t mind. Jaxon takes a look at the locker room door, then turns back to Eli. JAXON QUEEN: Make it quick. I’m pretty pissed right now and I don’t want to lose this mindset before I go in there with that airhead, AG3. ELI ZAYN: Okay. Luke Wisia has denied you a shot at the No Limits championship twice now. And so far, in retaliation, you’ve put two of his own friends- BROTHERS- in the hospital with multiple injuries. Some are even saying Shelton Monroe may never get full feeling back in the arm you crushed with a motorcycle. Are you planning on giving Luke another chance to say “yes” to your challenge tonight? JAXON QUEEN: Yeah. Eli looks at Jaxon, expecting something more, but getting nothing but the one word. ELI ZAYN: Uh, could you elaborate some? JAXON QUEEN: What’s there to elaborate? I’m going to give Luke one final chance tonight to change his mind. To give me my rightful shot at the title. And if he continues to deny me a shot at what should be mine, then there will be no more hurting his friends. I’m going to hurt him. Queen scowls. JAXON QUEEN: I’m going to break every single one of his fucking fingers so he can’t tweet anymore. I’m going to knock some of those ugly ass teeth out of his mouth. I’m going to break his nose, just like Kai did. I’m going to dislocate his jaw. I’m going to punch him in the face until not a single damn person recognizes that the bloody stain I’ve left on the mat is Luke Fucking Wisia. He takes a deep breath. JAXON QUEEN: This asshole’s been talking a lot, but he didn’t prove shit in that triple threat match. What he proved was that every single day of the week, I outclass him in the ring. I’m the guy who makes him look like the fucking idiot that he is. He’s nearing Kol’s record as No Limits champion but at least Kol proved he was a man every single time he defended that title. You know what Luke has proven? That Felicity let him win that title because there’s no way in hell someone as good as her loses to someone as shit as him. ELI ZAYN: Okay, okay. Let’s move on to another question. Tonight, you face AG3. Any thoughts? JAXON QUEEN: Fuck that bitch. Eli motions for Jaxon to give him a little more, which gets an eye roll from the man who claims himself to be the true No Limits champion. JAXON QUEEN: She’s been out here parading that she actually beat Felicity after she needed all those dudes to beat her down beforehand and a crooked ref to count the three. So tonight, I’m going to punch some more IQ points out of her and make her the first person to ever be in the negatives when it comes to IQ. I hope Fit Tea doesn’t mind their models looking like they’ve gone through a trainwreck, because tonight, AG3 is running into the fcuking train that is me, JAXON QUEEN. And after I’m done beating her ass so bad she joins Shelton and Odyn in the hospital, I’ll go find that ref and punch the fucking stripes off of his shirt before I hit him so hard his ugly ass children and his horseface wife feel that shit. Jaxon calms down a bit, taking a deep breath. JAXON QUEEN: I said I was done playing games and I meant it. I’ll put everyone in the hospital if it gets me what I want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to put on my wrestling gear before I go out there and do what I do better than Luke Wisia ever could; wrestle. Queen walks into his locker room and slams the door shut, sending the sign that said his name on it flying off. Zayn watches the sign drop before he turns back to the cameras and motions to cut, sending the scene somewhere else. ![]() ???? : So we’re in agreement then? Romeo price slowly nods, keeping his face blank and expressionless with great effort. There’s something about the other man that makes his skin crawl on the inside. And the sight of his handcuffed companion does not make things better. Light shines into the room as the door opens. BRIAN STRYKER : You wanted to see me sir-? He freezes when he sees Alex Reyn handcuffed on the other side of the room besides a balding, well dressed man who towers over all of them. BRIAN STRYKER : You son of a bi-! THE STRANGER : Stop. He holds up a hand, gesturing for calm. THE STRANGER : I brought you here, Mr. Dougherty, because I wanted to speak to you. He turns his gaze onto Romeo Price. THE STRANGER : You may leave now. Romeo glares at the other man, looking like he’d much rather do anything but. Reluctantly though, he deflates and walks out the door. THE STRANGER : BOTH of you. He fixes his gaze on the cameraman who reacts in shock at being acknowledged before stepping back, lowering his camera and walking out the room. Leaving Brian, Alex and the stranger alone. BRIAN STRYKER : Okay… who the Hell are you? THE STRANGER : My name is not important. All that matters is that I represent the HKW Board of Directors. We’ve recently taken an interest in your current squabbles with Mr. Reyn over here. BRIAN STRYKER : Squa-! HE BROKE INTO MY HOME AND TRIED TO KILL ME!! THE STRANGER : My deepest sympathies. Regardless, despite the unruly nature of your conflict, it has nevertheless been gaining quite a bit of notice from our audience. If you two were to save your vendetta until Destiny, it could draw in significant revenue. BRIAN STRYKER : Do you really think that psychopath is just going to wait around til Destiny to jump me from behind? THE STRANGER : No. And I doubt you would keep from retaliating either. Which is why I have some extra incentive. I understand you made bail Mr. Dougherty, congratulations. But the charges still apply. And if either one of you lays a hand on the other, I will make sure that the two of you are sent to prison for a VERY long time. Brian snorts. Sneering at the man. He‘s beginning to strongly dislike this stranger. BRIAN STRYKER : Nice try, but I know how the law works. You can’t go to jail just for fighting someone who attacked you! THE STRANGER : You CAN for five years of tax evasion, however. Brian’s look changes from contempt to confusion. BRIAN STRYKER : What? The stranger reaches into a suitcase and pulls out several sheets of paper. “I have here, a list of bank records, false statements and other such information that clearly points to you being guilty of tax evasion over the last five years. Brian looks at the documents, face paling in horror and confusion. There’s no way these can be real! BRIAN STRYKER : This...this is insane! I paid my taxes, I know I did! THE STRANGER : Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. It doesn’t really matter in the end. The records state you didn’t and that is what will be seen as “Truth”. Of course, if you co-operate, I can correct those records very easily. That’s the thing you clearly don’t understand about the law, Mr. Dougherty. It’s incredibly flexible if you know the right people. Brian grits his teeth as he glares at the stranger: BRIAN STRYKER : Who. The Hell. Are you?! The stranger smirks. THE STRANGER : I am someone who knows some VERY powerful people. A shift in his movement catches the eye of Alex Reyn next to the stranger, and for a second, Alex sees a small tattoo on the back of the stranger’s neck before his collar blocks it from view. A pyramid with an eye in the centre. THE STRANGER : So, do we have a deal? You keep your hands off each other, and I keep you BOTH out of prison. Brian glares at the man, then slowly nods. ALEX REYN : Deal. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled 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. 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: Introducing first, she is A...G....3!!! "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, he is...JAXON QUEEN!!! After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he waits for the match to start. SINGLES MATCH AG3 vs Jaxon Queen DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell rings, Jaxon rushes out of his corner and takes AG3 off of her feet with a European uppercut, getting a huge pop from the audience! Green falls to the mat, but Queen doesn’t go for the cover, punishment clearly on his mind. Jaxon gets AG3 up to both feet and lifts her up on her shoulders before marching around the ring, then plants her down with a Samoan Drop! Jaxon goes for the cover right afterwards, shoving a forearm in AG3’s face. BRIAN MASON: Jaxon is off to a hot start already! JACK WARREN: But how much of that is because of his emotions right now? ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Queen shakes his head after AG3 kicks out, but doesn’t stop the attack after that. He gets to his feet and gets her up as well before irish whipping her into the corner. Jaxon then charges forward and catches AG3 with a running forearm in the corner before irish whipping her into the opposite corner. Jaxon looks out at the audience and hypes them up a bit before he runs towards that corner and lowers his shoulder, looking to hit a spear, only for AG3 to move out of the way, forcing Jaxon’s shoulder to collide with the steel post! BRIAN MASON: Oh no! JACK WARREN: I think Queen fucked his shoulder up there. Jaxon slowly pulls away from the corner and holds his shoulder in pain before turning around and getting met with multiple knife edge chops to the chest, but those just seem to piss off Jaxon. However, a knee to the gut, followed by snapmare, followed by a kick to the back of the head knocks the bigger competitor out and allows AG3 to go for the cover! BRIAN MASON: What a series of moves by AG3! She might have it here! ONE! TWO! JAXON THROWS HER OFF! JACK WARREN: Holy fuck, he just tossed her ass with that kickout! Jaxon slowly gets to a knee after that, but AG3 runs forward and catches him with a knee trembler, knocking the big man down and quickly going for the cover, screaming at the ref to count! BRIAN MASON: AG3 is going for a lot of pins early. Smart move or not, Jack? JACK WARREN: Smart. Queen’s got strength, but he’s being worn down with all these shots to the head plus having to throw his shoulder up. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! AG3 gets to her feet and immediately begins berating the ref for being “too slow” with his counting. She grabs Jaxon by the hair before slowly pulling him up, only for Jaxon to wrap his arms around her waist and lift her before planting her with a belly to belly suplex! Queen gets to his feet slowly after that, but seems to take the few seconds to catch a breather. As AG3 slowly comes to “Dance With the Devil” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play throughout the arena, getting the audience to boo loudly! BRIAN MASON: Oh, jeez. JACK WARREN: Looks like Jaxon’s not getting a chance to destroy AG3 tonight! Lance Winters comes out from the entranceway, but the rest of the Reapers make their way down the stairs, getting the attention of Jaxon Queen. They all hop over the barricade and they look around at one another as Jaxon is surrounded. BRIAN MASON: This is not good. JACK WARREN: No, it’s not. The match comes to a close as the Reapers storm the ring and start to beat down Jaxon Queen in full force! DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Come on, someone stop this! JACK WARREN: That’s a whole lot of fuckboys beating up their killer. Everyone is taking their own shot and dragging out the assault on Jaxon before Luke Wisia is seen sprinting down the rampway towards the ring. While the rest of RIP is still laying it to Queen inside the ropes, Luke only turns to Lance. Winters pats Luke on the back and opens his hand to the scene. LANCE WINTERS: What did I tell you? It would be taken care of. Wisia hands over the No Limits Championship that was hanging from his shoulder and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then begins to pull the members of RIP off Jaxon. Alone, he isn’t doing much of a dent to stop the Reapers, but Luke stays pulling at the bodies that kept punching and kicking. Finally getting a few of them off the dog pile, Wisia was able to pull the rest of the group from Queen, who was curled up into a ball at the bottom, but slowly rolled to his side once he realized he wasn’t being attacked anymore. Luke turns to the group and starts yelling. LUKE WISIA: WHEN I SAY I GOT SOMETHIN’ UNDER CONTROL. I GOT IT UNDER CONTROL. I DON’T NEED HELP BRINGIN’ THIS FRUITCAKE DOWN TO HIS KNEES AND MAKIN’ HIM FEEL LIKE THE DOG HE IS. Luke turns towards Jaxon and pushes him back down to the mat with his boot before turning back around. LUKE WISIA: I HANDLED COLTON STERLING ON MY OWN. I HANDLED FELICITY ON MY OWN. I HANDLED JAMES SHARK AND JINZAI ON MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ OWN AND I AIN’T NEEDIN’ THE HELP AGAINST THIS DUDE! Wisia takes another look over his shoulder at Jaxon, seeing that he was still out of it, then this time calmly turned back towards the Reapers. LUKE WISIA: I know damn well we can do as a group… I just gotta do this on my own. The way it been since I won the No Limits Championship. The way it been since Destiny. I got somethin’ to prove, not only to myself, but to every other slimey shit stain sittin’ in this buildin’ tonight. Every single mistake of a pregnancy sittin’ at home. I GOT THIS SHIT ON MY OWN. I’m THE CHAMP. I’M THE DUDE WHO ALWAYS FINDS A MOTHER FUCKIN’ WAY… Jaxon starts to stir some from behind Luke, but Wisia just turns around and pushes him back down to the mat again with his boot. LUKE WISIA: I said I was gonna handle it and I ain’t even get the chance. Now… watch me mother fuckin’ handle it. Wisia goes to turn around, but… Low blow from Jaxon Queen!!! And Wisia crumbles onto the canvas almost instantly… The crowd starts to go into a series of mixed reactions while it looks like the Reapers are going to storm the ring again, Queen trying to find the backdoor to the ring so that he can get out of there as quickly as possible. A few of the members slide in underneath the bottom rope, but Wisia somehow manages to find his knees from under him, using one hand to hold up a “stop”, and his other still holding his private area. RIP doesn’t pursue Queen out of the back of the ring while Luke stops them from attacking once more. Wisia shakes his head as some of the other members shoot him side glances, and some walking over to check on him. Jaxon has disappeared into the audience now. Luke finally finds his feet and stands on the canvas, turning towards the other Reapers and breezing over a discussion with them. Then Lance Winters slides into the ring, stares down Wisia for a moment… and gives him an encouraging pat on the back for the roll out of the ring and make their way up the ramp. WINNER (via DQ): Jaxon Queen (4:01) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 12:28 AM Post #3 |
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![]() -- Recorder Earlier in the Day -- Hunter is seen walking through the parking lot with a duffle bag over his shoulder. As he walks towards the door leading to the hallways backstage he sees Guy #1 and Guy #2 sitting on a stack of speaker boxes taking a smoke break outside. Hunter takes a detour from the door heading over to his two ‘friends’ and stops in front of them. He overhears their conversation. GUY #1: You’re crazy man… the guy was suspended for 4 games for cheating. I don’t care what his touchdown to interception ratio was or if it was a record. He played in 12 games… Tom Brady is not the MVP. GUY #2: Okay smart guy. Then who is? GUY #1: That’s easy… Matty Ice bro. He was playing like a madman this year. Led his team to the #2 seed in the NFC in the process too. He’s easily the pick. The two notice Hunter standing there. GUY #2: Hunter… thank you. Please talk some sense into this guy for me. Tom Brady is the MVP right? Hunter laughs and shakes his head. HUNTER WERTH: MVP is easily David Johnson of the Cardinals. GUY #2: Okay, you’re crazier than this fool. HUNTER WERTH: Okay, if you’re going to have Leveon Bell in the conversation… David Johnson is there too. It’s Most Valuable Player… take David Johnson off the Cardinals and there’s no way they’re 7-8-1. GUY #1: Leveon Bell isn’t MVP either… GUY #2: Are you crazy? If it’s not Brady, it’s definitely Bell… Hunter shakes his head. Before they can continue, he stops the conversation. HUNTER WERTH: Guys! Hey, hate to break this up, but i have a favor to ask. GUY #1: What’s up Hunter? GUY #2: Yeah man, what do you need? Hunter looks around for a second before he leans in a bit. HUNTER WERTH: The truck with the ladders for Destiny around here yet? I mean… are you guys taking them around on tour yet? They both look confused for a second. GUY #1: Hunter, we got ladders come out our asses at all times man. They keep them stocked up at every show. Not just for Destiny. GUY #2: Like a truck is literally sitting in this garage with ladders in it. A huge smile lights up on Hunter’s face. He smiles and nods. HUNTER WERTH: That’s perfect then. Like, exactly what I was looking for. I need to borrow the key to that truck guys. That’s the favor. If i’m caught, I’ll never give you up. They look at each other and back at Hunter. GUY #1: You’ve hooked us up in the past. Only fair to do you a solid too. GUY #2: Just don’t tell me what you need them for. Plausible deniability. HUNTER WERTH: Of course. Just need the key. Guy #1 reaches into his pocket pulling out his key ring. He slids the key to the truck with the ladders off his keyring. He then looks around one last time before handing it to Hunter. GUY #1: Here you go. Good luck. Hunter nods at the two before heading into the entrance to backstage. He heads off towards his locker room tossing the key around in his hands. -- Recorder Slightly Later in the Day -- A door backstage opens before the name on it can be read. Hunter sticks his head out and sees another wrestler coming his way. He ducks back in the door as it closes the name “Riley Lynn” can be read clearly. Once the wrestling passes, Hunter opens up the door and sticks his head out again. Hunter then sneaks out of the room, closing the door behind himself. He then starts off down the hallway before he hears “Hunter!” yelled from behind him. He stops dead in his tracks, thinking he’s been caught red handed. He slowly turns around and sees Eli Zayn standing behind him. He waits for Eli to question what he was doing. ELI ZAYN: Hey Hunter. Was hoping I could get a soundbite to use later before your match possibly if you had time. Realizing that Eli must not have seen what just happened. Hunter smiles and nods trying to act inconspicuous. HUNTER WERTH: Sure Eli, what do you need? Eli takes out his tape recorder holding it up to Hunter. ELI ZAYN: What are your thoughts heading into your match tonight with Fran and Riley Lynn? Hunter scoffs. HUNTER WERTH: Yeah. I got plenty of thoughts. Most of them revolve around the fact that not one, but both my opponents tonight seem to think of themselves much more highly than they should. One’s relevance is sinking faster than the Titanic, while the other’s head is inflating faster than a helium balloon. At least with Fran I can understand why she may think she’s got things wrapped up and given to her like a present tonight. She’s been at the top before… thinks she’s going to get back. I can understand that mindset, the problem with it is that I’m not this “Lesser” she kept saying at Crowned Royalty. In fact, she’ll find out tonight just exactly how wrong that is. And as for Riley? She’s gone off the deepend. And the way she stabbed me in the back at the last Defiance, she’s got a bigger target on her back than Fran. I don’t usually hold grudges… but when someone you consider a best friend decides to toss you to the side like yesterday’s garbage and then go on to embarrass you… it’s time for a little payback. This is a preview of Destiny tonight. And when it’s over, you’ll all see just exactly what I plan to do at Destiny. Stay tuned… Eli taks his pocket recorder and places it back in his pants. ELI ZAYN: Thanks Hunter. HUNTER WERTH: You got it man. Eli Zayn nods at Hunter before he takes off back down the hallway from where he came. Hunter wipes his forehead before heading back down the hallway in the direction he was going before he was spotted. -- LIVE -- Backstage a woman wearing a headset and holding a clipboard roams the back halls looking over locker rooms. She appears to be looking for one in particular. As she approaches the door labeled “Riley Lynn” she looks down at her clipboard and begins speaking into her headset. STAGEHAND: Yeah, I’m at her door now. I’ll give her her fifteen minute curtain call now before I go find Hunter and Fran’s rooms. The woman wraps on the door a few times as it slides open an inch or so. After waiting a minute or so, she knocks again. There is no answer so she pushes the door but it bangs against something. She pushes again but the door seems to be stuck. STAGEHAND: Everything okay in there Ms. Lynn? The woman pushes the door again but feels something behind it give way as the door opens. Suddenly a load of unfolded ladders begins to cascade around the room like dominoes, while still leaving a bunch standing. The room is uninhabitable as there are ladders all over the room now. She looks around trying to find any space where Riley may be lost in the mess of ladders. Instead there’s a note on the floor in an envelope addressed to Riley. The stagehand picks it up and shakes her head. STAGEHAND: Yeah, I don’t think Riley was able to change in her locker room. This place is a giant mess of ladders. I don’t know if I’ll find her before her match. I’m moving on to Hunter Werth’s room now. She closes the door before she goes to move on but once it slams shut, she can hear more ladders begin to fall over and smash in the locker room. She winces hoping she didn’t damage any of Riley’s things before she begins heading down the hallway again. The camera fades to another area of the arena. The camera cuts to the back, showing Jinzai strolling into the arena as he whistled a little tune to himself. Tucked away into the duffel bag that he has slung over his shoulder is the pipe he’d used at Crowned Royalty to exact a little revenge on Jason Mentez for the destruction of his possessions. Spotting someone ahead, Jinzai squints a bit, before giving a wide grin as he walks forward and slaps the stagehand on the back. JINZAI: Heeeeyyyy, Reggie! How’s my favorite partner in crime!? The stagehand looks nervous as he glances around, shakily holding out a water bottle for Jinzai as he spoke up. STAGEHAND: Shhhhh! I… I don’t want to end up Mentez’s list any more than I already have! Who knows what he might do to me when he finds me! Jin smirks, giving the worried stagehand a “friendly” pat on the shoulder as he shakes his head. JINZAI: Naaah, don’t worry your head about that one friend. See, Mentez probably just thinks you got bullied into helpin’ me out on that one, like I’m really that much of a monster. The stagehand sideyes Jinzai at that comment, more than a little concerned for the state of mind that the young man has. STAGEHAND: D… didn’t you threaten his girlfriend and children too…? Jinzai either doesn’t hear or just ignores the comment as he chuckles a little, finally taking the water bottle from the stage hand. JINZAI: Like I said, you’ll be fine. And on the off chance I’m wrong and you end up catching a stray beatdown on my behalf? That’ll cover MOST of your medical bills. I’m pretty fuzzy on what transplants go for these days so... Shrugging at the startled, horrified look that the stage hand gave him, Jinzai went to take a drink from the water bottle only to pause. Looking down at it, he notices something that’s wrapped around the label. JINZAI: The fuck is this…? Jinzai peels the sticker off of his water bottle, looking down at it questioningly. Glancing up at the stagehand, Jinzai holds the sticker up with a frown. JINZAI: Yo, you put this on here? Cause if so heh heh, you need a new hobby dude. The stagehand looks a little confused, before shaking his head. STAGEHAND: N-no… wasn’t me. I was handed that and told to give it to you when you got here. JINZAI: Then who…? Jinzai’s eyes spy something on the bottle as well, a note that had been previously unseen. His eyes widened a little as he backs up, dropping the water bottle and darting down the hallway. Looking up at Jinzai in confusion as he retreats, the stagehand bends down and picks up the note. STAGEHAND: The animal backed into a corner, is a dangerous one. The man pushed off the ledge, is a dead one. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following triple-threat match is scheduled for one fall! "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/boos/general disinterest] of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them. BRIAN MASON: Listen to that reaction, Warren! Do you know something? No matter what road bump Hunter’s been stalled by in his career he constantly outshines people as one of the most beloved wrestlers in the history of this company. JACK WARREN: Being beloved won’t win his ass the chip though, Mase. You people don’t get this. It takes someone who’s BEEN World Champion to understand. BRIAN MASON: Well his luck can change if he manages to capture the Golden Opportunity Briefcase at Destiny this year. Which I believe he can do. Whisper Viperi continued her introduction of the former Subversion standout. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring from Phoenix, Arizona weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….This man is a former HKW Hybrid Champion, and a long time pride of the HKW Faithful….HUNTERRRRRR WERTHHHHHHHHH! 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 arrival of Riley Lynn and The Fleexican. The lights in the arena dim the stage displays flashing lights. “Wreak Havoc” blasts onto the speaker system and Riley Lynn enters through the curtain. She stops at the stage and does a pose and a little shimmy as the camera pans up to her. WHISPER VIPERI: And the first of his opponents….From Newark, New Jersey weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds….The last ever holder of the historic Cyber Championship…..RILEYYYYYY LYNNNNNNN! BRIAN MASON: Oh no...I don’t think I like the attitude she’s been bringing to this show. JACK WARREN: I love it. She’s focused. Sometimes you just have to say fuck everybody else. Call them out on their shit like she did Fran and Hunter at Crowned Royalty. Make a STATEMENT. She then walks down the ramp making faces at the fans flagging them off before climbing up to the ring apron. Shouting “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. Riley then turns her attention to Hunter, shooting him a nasty glare before looking towards the ramp. Anticipating the entrance of The Fleexican…. "Flexicution” by Logic blared through the AT&T Center! The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for The Fleexican. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to Francesca’s culture! BRIAN MASON: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! JACK WARREN: You’re probably one of the people who try to convince the assholes who manage this company that Fran’s not marketable enough to be World Champion. She might be onto something. After about thirty seconds of Fran’s music blaring through the venue it shut off completely, and her tron video ceased to play. Stagehands began to discuss the situation at hand. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen we’ve just been informed that Francesca is not in the AT&T Center tonight…..Therefore this triple-threat match is now a SINGLES MATCH! BRIAN MASON: WHAT!??! Fran can’t do that, she’s contractually obligated to wrestle whenever she’s booked on these shows. It’s disrespectful!!! HKW should SUE HER!!!!! SUE HER FOR EVERY PENNY!!!! JACK WARREN: I don’t blame her, she’s worth more than this. Of all the people who’ve walked out on matches you think this is the worst? The audience rejoiced at the fact that one of the most malevolent competitors in the history of Hard Knox Wrestling wouldn’t be wrestling at this event in San Antonio tonight. The referee then rang for the bell as Riley and Hunter faced one another! SINGLES MATCH Hunter Werth vs Riley Lynn DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: ANYWAYS! This match is getting underway. Hunter attempted to lock-up with Riley - but Riley was too intelligent to allow herself to end up in a test of strength with a man that had seventy pounds of muscle on her. The former champion Lynn ducked right under. Riley ran the ropes, and then bounced her back off them to gain some momentum in charging back in the direction of Hunter. Werth turned around and met a Dropkick right to the chest from the former HKW Cyber Champion! JACK WARREN: Riley evaded and delivered a solid dropkick to Hunter’s dumb ass. Thud! Hunter fell down to his back. Riley continued the offense by backing up a few steps. She then leaped up - landing on top of Werth with a picture perfect Standing Moonsault which left the fans to believe she had taken all of the oxygen right out of the lungs of the former Hybrid Champion! BRIAN MASON: I hate to say this but that was a great Moonsault. Very fluid. Riley went for the cover, ONE! TWO!... NO! Hunter got the shoulder up right as the referee’s hand came down for the two. He did not want to lose this match. Riley got back up once again, and figured since she had some success with the Moonsault she’d go for a SECOND Standing Moonsault! Hoping to finish Hunter off! But Werth picked up on it quickly! He rolled out of the way! BRIAN MASON: Hunter’s showing some agility of his own there, Warren! JACK WARREN: …….Ok? Hunter picked Riley up off the canvas and then nailed her with a Swinging Neckbreaker before going for the pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Riley wasn’t done! Hunter then Irish Whipped Lynn right to the corner turnbuckle! He then rammed right into Lynn with a corner clothesline! He followed it up with some Knife Edged Chops! Hunter then moved to the opposite side of the ring. And looked towards Riley with bad intentions! JACK WARREN: Lynn, don’t be a dumbass. Get out of there.. Hunter ran forward with every ounce of force he had, and rammed his knees right into Lynn’s chest! She crumbled to the canvas! He went for the cover! BRIAN MASON: That has to be it! She’s too small to be able to handle that amount of force head on! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Riley, using her veteran (YES VETERAN) ring awareness, managed to get her foot on the bottom rope. Thus, managing to save herself the match! The audience booed heavily. Hunter got back up to his feet and raised his arms as the audience shifted back to cheers and applause for the best friend of Chairles Folds. JACK WARREN: See, Hunter’s too interesting in what these insects think to win ANYMORE titles. I would’ve stayed on Riley BRIAN MASON: He’s making sure the fans get their money worth, Warren! Riley rolled towards the ring apron. Hunter Werth turned around. He watched Riley use the ropes to pull herself back up. He charged towards Lynn but Lynn managed to pull herself up (using the third rope) and land a sharp kick right to the head of Hunter! Causing him to stumble back as the crowd booed her! Riley then prepared to springboard! JACK WARREN: Come on Riley! END HIM! She attempted to Springboard but reversed it into a FLAP JACK! The audience applauded the gutsy reversal. And him taking her down! He then got back to his feet and walked out to the ring apron! He began to climb the turnbuckles. First… BRIAN MASON: Hunter’s going for something big here! JACK WARREN: Riley get your ass up…. CRACK! The hard camera shifted to see FRAN (dressed in a classic Star Deveraux long sleeved shirt with leggings) come out of virtually nowhere and lay in a STIFF shot to the back of Hunter Werth with the weapon she referred to as The Goat Stick! The referee instantly called for the disqualification! DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner as a result of a disqualification…...Hunter Werth! JACK WARREN: YES!!!! Someone had to do it! Someone had to put Hunter on his ass! BRIAN MASON: FRAN RUINS EVERYTHING!!!!!! She cost Riley the match! Hunter fell down to the ring apron holding his back! Fran then wrapped the Goat Stick around his neck - breathing heavily as she does so! The bell rings multiple times - as a signal for Fran to stop… DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! But she didn’t. Riley got back to her feet and recognized what was happening on the ring apron. And while she wasn’t in any rush to help Hunter of all people, she was upset that Fran cost her the match! She moved to grab Fran but Fran jumped off the ring apron. Allowing Hunter to fall to the outside floor. JACK WARREN: Francesca’s going for a microphone! Fran snatched a microphone from one of the stagehands. FRANCESCA: I TOLD yawl I was finna WRECK SOMEBODY on Defiance. This ain’t a game no more to Fleexican. Fran pointed towards the tron and the backstage area. FRANCESCA: I TOLD every GOTDAMN person that this disrespect was finna STOP. I AIN’T PLAYIN’ WITH THESE PEOPLE NO MORE. They thought I was finna wrestle a curtain jerkin’ match with these two lessers? After ALL the shunnin’ they did to Fleexican last year? The 2015 Crowned Royalty Winner asked. FRANCESCA: They think Fleexican forgot they made her Catastrophe match THIRD fuckin’ match on the damn card? MIDCARD YAWL. It ain’t a DAMN joke. Fleexican suffered cause these niggas ain’t CAPITALIZE on ME bruh. Comin’ into 2K16 I was ON FLEEK, bruh. I HAD EVERYTHING. I DARE ONE YAWL tell me ATWATER, VOLKOV, or even this NIGGA LANCE BE BRINGIN’ MORE TO THIS GOTDAMN SHOW. If Fleexican leave this place THERE AIN’T NO MORE tension. There AIN’T no more HEAT on this DAMN show. THERE AIN’T gonna be no more FLEEXICAN FIRE. She stated. FRANCESCA: This place finna GO SOFT. Pointing towards herself Fran looked out to the audience (who clearly did nothing but rain in boos on her). FRANCESCA: They ain’t NEVA give Fleexican what they was SUPPOSED to. The angered Fran lifted the microphone to her mouth one more time. FRANCESCA: So yawl know what? Fran pointed in the direction of Riley. FRANCESCA: Riley, I know I done cost yawl this match. But you ain’t NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA finna get back at Fleexican for it cause I’M FUCKIN’ DONE! That’s IT bruh. JACK WARREN: WHAT?! NO! She’s been one of the staples of this show since 2014! BRIAN MASON: YES!!!!!!!!! OH HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Riley looked a bit confused still. Hunter was coming too. Fran shook her head. FRANCESCA: I done tol’ Fel Fel, only way these BUMS start listenin’ is if they pockets get hit. And B ain’t around NO MORE so as far as Fleexican’s concerned? Fran paused... FRANCESCA: She ain’t takin’ money from fam… Fran explained to the audience. FRANCESCA: Defiance? Yawl I ain’t showin’ up to no DAMN Defiance. I ain’t wrestlin’ another match on this show OR ANY GOTDAMN PAY-PER-VIEW NO MORE until I get me MY GOTDAMN WELL DESERVED SHOT at the WORLD STRAP. ONE ON FUCKIN’ ONE WITH WHOEVA THE DAMN CHAMP IS! If yawl keep denyin’ Fleexican what’s hers on the road to Destiny this year? I AIN’T SHOWIN’ UP TO DESTINY AT ALL. Fuck a Golden Opportunity. I WANT MY STRAP NOW! And I ain’t PLAYIN WITCHU!!!! BRIAN MASON: She can’t do that!!!! JACK WARREN: When you’re this angry, you do what you have to do, Mase. The audience let out heavy boos as Fran dropped the microphone. Leaving Hunter Werth and Riley Lynn to wonder what this meant for Destiny after all. The scene faded on Riley shooting Fran a nasty glance - almost ready to jump at The Fleexican. WINNER: Hunter Werth via disqualification (7:12) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 12:36 AM Post #4 |
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![]() The knoxtron lights up showing the HKW World Tag Team Champions, William Alexander Andrews and DeMarcus Gresham, THE Surgical Tendencies walking along the backstage corridors sporting their gold and talking with each other as they walk forward. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: They are usually down this way. See look, up ahead. A small group of the Reapers In Pride biker club are chilling and smoking near the backstage entrance looking like they own the place. Surgical Tendencies begin to walk up again looking for the one member in particular they would be in action with later this evening. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Mr. Volkov? A word if we may? This catches the attention of the Interbrand Television Champion turning around and facing the Tag Champions. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: We respect what you can do but we can’t allow this to be messed up. We have to show tonight. Don’t mess this up for us you understand wolf? DeMarcus nods at his tag partner looking just about eye to eye with Volkov. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: We are the titleholders. They are the not. Simple equation simple to solve. We decimate. They weap. Do not get in the way of this plan. The big Russian laughs slightly, turning back to the Reapers behind him for a moment to share the laugh with them before turning back to the duo. Proudly sporting the Interbrand Television Championship on his left shoulder, Volkov points at the tag team. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Maybe you are the one’s who should try not to fuck this match up, hm? There’s a small pause, though the Red Wolf then continues. VIKTOR VOLKOV: That little bitch Fowler talks too much for my liking. He won’t let my title win go, so I’m going to have to shut him up good tonight. And I have unfinished business with Zack Jones...a man who holds a win over me thanks to that fucking cunt, Felicity Banks. He spits at the ground beside himself at the mention of Banks’ name before looking back at both Andrews and Gresham. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You have nothing to be worried about. The fact you even came here to ask tempts me to rip you both apart right here on the spot... Viktor shares a tense few seconds with the HKW World Tag Team Champions, once more turning back to the collect group of Reapers In Pride behind him before a rare smile comes across the Russian’s face. VIKTOR VOLKOV: But that’d be counter-productive. Tonight you need me, and I need you. We’ll get this done. DeMarcus and William both nod but continue to stare Volkov down with the many bodies behind him. William taps DeMarcus on the shoulder getting him to zone out and start backing up. They keep their eyes on the mass amount of bikers before backing up a good distance and then turns to walk completely out of camera view. ![]() Before their six man tag match, Team DLC, Zack Jones and Inferno, are seen right outside of their team locker room, where Zack leans on the wall while Inferno practices his matrix backbend. Jones looks around for a bit, clearly waiting for someone, before his gaze turns to Inferno, who he looks at with an impressed look on his face. ZACK JONES: I still don’t know how the hell you can actually do that, but I’ve learned by now not question anything that you do. Zack goes back to looking around before his eyes finally set on who the #1 contenders to the World Tag Team championships are waiting for. ZACK JONES: Thanks for showing up. Marching through the door, with a particularly aggressive look upon his face is the former Interbrand Television Champion, Jackie Fowler. The foul mouthed Brit utters a few expletives under his breath, which are too strong for even HKW television as he charges into the room like a man on a mission. He pauses in front of Jones, taking a swig of his water, before resting it on what he believes is a nearby table, but is in fact Inferno in his matrix pose. JACKIE FOWLER: Hey up, dickhead. Gotta text from someone who were texted who you texted who said you and stick me on hair were looking for me. You know how much of a fucking ballache it were trying to get down here without one of them Reaper bellends getting the notice in? They’re fucking here, there and everywhere now. You dunno who the trust round here right now, it’s getting bonkers as biscuits. Fowler picks up his drink, taking a sip of it before slamming it down hard on the table known as Inferno, clearly spilling some as one half of DLC grunts slightly. He readjusts his flat cap, clearly a little uncomfortable as the runner up in the last Young Guns Cup standing in front of last winner. JACKIE FOWLER: Decent enough of you to get in touch, but I hope it’s bearing good news, coz I’m pretty sick and tired of hearing the crap that is coming out of this show lately, combined with the lack of crap people are wanting to do about it… Where your tag partner, anyway? ZACK JONES: Well, I guess the good news is that Jaxon’s probably rampaging around backstage, looking to beat some Reapers up after what happened in his match, so they’re probably all in hiding right now. Also, my tag partner is right there, being used as a table by you. Jones then walks over and grabs the drink off of Inferno, who finally pulls himself out of the backbend position and looks at the water on his shirt before looking back over at Jackie, who looks around awkwardly, almost trying to act as if he didn’t do that. ZACK JONES: The good news is, I’m about as pissed as you are tonight, but not exactly at RIP. However, that big Russian that screwed you out of your title is teaming up with my least favorite tag team in the world, so tonight? Your enemies are our enemies. And considering no one’s been able to beat us when we’re paired up, I highly doubt they can beat the pairing of the first ever Young Guns Cup finalists either. Fowler has been listening intently, all the while trying to balance a tea coaster on top of Inferno’s head. Inferno glares on intently, before the Bastard of Bowland backs away to seat himself on a nearby table, actually double checking that this was a table. JACKIE FOWLER: Being more pissed off than a peed off pissing piss pot pissing up down the back of Pissed Up Pisser Street Lane might be one thing, but you should know that ain’t gonna solo carry us through all this, no matter if we charge in all Dambusters like. I mean, people are saying they’re pissed or tweeting they’re pissed but changing pissy words into pissed off actions is a completely different pissing thing. Fowler snorts, wiping his nose then scratching his head before continuing on. JACKIE FOWLER: I mean, these Reapers think they can just piss about round here, and no one in management seems to give a toss about what is happening. Whether it’s Risky, or Romeo or whatever. No one’s budging. No one’s moving, and now the refs are waving their Biker Dykes In Bras banners and everything going too far south of heaven. They’ve been playing their games from the get go, but that’s what it were, games. Now it’s getting Bad Boys 2 real, and I need to know that when we get out there… I ain’t got a pair of bailers on me side. Zack points to Inferno and himself. ZACK JONES: Team DLC has never and will never run away from a fight. We’ve got your back just like we know you’ll have ours tonight. And if the Reapers’ favorite ref decides to show up...well, I feel bad for him because I’ll have no problem knocking his ass out either. Tonight’s our chance to get revenge for all the shit that’s been hurled at us by those two chumps currently holding the gold and pretending like they’re helping the division when they’re running away from the competition. Tonight’s your chance to slap the current ITV champion around and get some measure of revenge for what he did. Jones slaps Fowler on the shoulder. ZACK JONES: Let’s go out there and prove that we’re better than the three standing on the other side of the ring from us. Both men nod before Zack stops in his tracks and looks over at Inferno, who tosses away the tea coaster. ZACK JONES: Where are my manners? You got anything to add, partner? INFERNO: Team DLC is a nearly unstoppable force in this industry. Our track record speaks for itself. And I can personally assure you that when a new ally is added to my party, we will not just win any and all battles we face together, but we will all share in the experience points and loot that is awarded to us after. Unless it is an item exclusive to me. It will clearly be marked in its description. Jackie Fowler, trust in us as we will trust in you. JACOB: If young Ferno doesn’t trust ya Zords will shoot ya. Jones and Fowler look around as they swear they’ve just heard another voice in the room. INFERNO: I want revenge for what they did. I cannot stand cowards. I will do anything to make sure they experience immense consequences. I will go above and beyond what is necessary. Zack Jones is not a bailer. I am not a bailer. We are show uppers. We are fighters. We are winners. We are the best two wrestlers you could’ve possibly been teamed with. This party of orus, we will not fall to underleveled weak opponents like the Reapers. Like your rival. We will grind them into the ground. What’s left of them will be marked by our footprints. When it is all said and done, the victory fanfare will be heard in our honor. Inferno raises his arms. He poses as the light above his head seems to glow brighter. INFERNO: I have no doubts. Jack Fowler, you shouldn’t have any either. Zack and Jackie look at each other for a second as Inferno walks past them...before shrugging and following Inferno to the ringside area. ![]() We cut to the back where Ashlyn De Luca can be seen seated in the back, 3D sunglasses resting casually on her face and legs propped up on a second chair as she looks ahead at the monitor. She isn’t in a locker-room… but rather in a general, open area. She is approached by a somewhat cautious Eli Zayn. ELI ZAYN: ...Ashlyn? ASHLYN DE LUCA: Yessur. ELI ZAYN: Uh. I guess, first things first; why-- ASHLYN DE LUCA: Negative remark about the digs, Eli? ELI ZAYN: Just curious. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Ashley Chase cannot steal my shit when my head is on a constant swivel. I’m not going through what I went through a few weeks ago when she jacked my iPhone. You know how inconvenient my life has been without an iPhone? I missed calls. I’m late for shit constantly. Livin’ life on the edge. ELI ZAYN: Y-- why not just buy a new phone? ASHLYN DE LUCA: I won’t. Out of spite. I’m taking my phone back. Out of her ass, Eli. ELI ZAYN: Out of Ashley’s Chase’s? ASHLYN DE LUCA: Correct. ELI ZAYN: Did you watch a replay of the show? Ashlyn blinks hard. She narrows her eyes at Eli. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Did I what? Eli sighs, shaking his head. ELI ZAYN: Well, she is in a match against the Crimson Baroness for the HKW Bloodlust Championship where the rules state, the opponent has to bleed before they’re ‘eligible’ to be pinned. Lately you have-- ASHLYN DE LUCA: Don’t mean to cut you off, Eli. But the Baroness has really, REALLY been benefitting from my presence. Got me lookin’ stupid, apologizing to people on Twitter and shit. I’m not doin’ it. I am planting my ass right back here. ELI ZAYN: Is that a fact? ASHLYN DE LUCA: You see my feet up. Eli nods and leaves Ashlyn to watch the program from her random open area in the back, looking intently at the monitor. Once Eli is out of earshot, Ashlyn sighs and mutters... ASHLYN DE LUCA: Maybe. She shakes her head, going back to looking at the monitor as we cut away. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a six man tag scheduled for one fall! The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs. However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs. His rowdy antics, including him flicking out some fans and playfully arguing with them, only gets them even more behind him. He slaps the hands of more fans on his way down, before reaching the barricade. It takes him a moment, but he ascends it and stands upon it with ninja-like ease. He scans the arena once more, roaring expletive, but uplifting words for the crowd to hear. He then gets down and rushes underneath the bottom rope. He smacks the mat as he gets up. As he does, he points at the referee, harping at him for a moment, before heading to his corner. There, he shadow-boxes, punching the turnbuckle pad with fast blows. He then rests his head there for a moment. He then turns his back to the turnbuckle, proceeding to rest on it. His eyes wander around the arena. Jackie simply nods his head as he awaits for the bell to ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, he is JACKIE FOWLER!!! "Earthquake" by Labrinth ft. Tinie Tempah hits the speakers and the crowd begins to cheer as out comes Zack Jones, dressed in his black and silver tights, silver knee pads, black boots, and black sleeveless jacket with silver lining and stripes. Zack stands at the top of the ramp for a second before beginning his walk down the ramp, bobbing his head to his theme. Once he reaches the middle of the ramp, Zack turns around and aims a shooting motion, his right hand acting like a gun, towards the top of the ramp, causing the pyro to explode. Then "Kalki" by E.S. Posthumus starts to play. Once the intro is done, the lights cut out. The Sanskrit symbol for Capricorn appears on the Tron with the word “E.S. POSTHUMUS” underneath it. A column of light shines up from the Stage. A pillar of vapor rises up through the Light. The image on the Tron is replaced by the word “I.N.F.E.R.N.O.”. Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partners...they are INFERNO and ZACK JONES...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. The lights dim as the beat starts. As the tempo of the song speeds up, Surgical Tendencies emerge from the backstage area onto the stage. The HKW World Tag Team Titles held by each on their outside shoulders. They stand side by side, looking towards the crowd who send boo after boo at the duo. They observe the riff raff until William looks at DeMarcus, who looks back. They nod and make their way to the ring, ignoring the fans as they go by. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, they are the current HKW World Tag Team champions...DEMARCUS GRESHAM and WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS...SURGICAL TENDENCIES!!! 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. 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 partner, he is the current HKW ITV champion....VIKTOR VOLKOV!!! SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH Surgical Tendencies & Viktor Volkov vs Jackie Fowler & Team DLC DING! DING! DING! Jackie is the one to start for his match, getting no argument from his partners, who exit the ring. On the other side, Volkov is the first to exit, but Gresham and Andrews look at each other before Gresham exits, allowing WAA to start. The two men slowly circle the ring, but Jackie is able to get close enough to the bad guys’ corner to catch Viktor with a punch that sends him falling down onto the ground. But that just allows William to hit Jackie from behind, knocking him down onto the mat! Andrews then stomps away at Fowler before tagging in Gresham and exiting the ring, allowing Gresham to stomp away at the Brit as well! BRIAN MASON: Jackie got a measure of revenge against Viktor. JACK WARREN: But was it worth it? He’s out here getting stomped like half the ugly ass people in his shitty city! DeMarcus pulls Jackie up and hits a powerslam before looking over at Team DLC and taunting them a bit with a mocking bow. Gresham then turns back to Fowler and grabs him before shoving him back into his corner and allowing an irate Viktor Volkov to tag in. DeMarcus exits the ring as Viktor enters and begins firing off with some very nasty body shots, following that up with multiple punches to the head, beating Jackie down in the corner. Viktor eventually pulls Jackie out of the corner and lifts him up before planting him down onto the mat with a stalling suplex before going for the cover after hooking a leg! BRIAN MASON: Stalling suplex by Volkov! Does he have it here?! ONE! TWO! ZACK BREAKS IT UP WITH A STOMP TO THE HEAD! JACK WARREN: That damn Zack Jones is like a gnat! Zack backs away after breaking up the pin, but Viktor continues to stare daggers at him as he slowly gets to his feet. Volkov then walks over to the Team DLC corner and tells them to watch what happens before he runs back over and kicks Jackie in the ribs before dragging him back over to his corner and tagging in William. Viktor releases Fowler just as Andrews enters the ring and hits a knee drop on the young Brit. Andrews then lifts up Fowler before hoisting him up on his shoulders and walking over to the center of the ring...only for Jackie to slip down while hooking William’s head and planting him with a DDT! BRIAN MASON: Jackie with the reversal! JACK WARREN: Big mistake by William there. Can’t get too fucking cocky when dealing with a cockroach like Fowler. Jackie then crawls over to his corner and tags in Inferno to a pop! The PDW Grand Slam champion hits the ring and waits for William to get to all fours before he charges in and drives his head into the mat with a curb stomp! WAA is out and Inferno quickly turns him over before he goes for the cover, hooking both legs! BRIAN MASON: Inferno is in and he immediately hits a curb stomp! He’s got it right here! ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY DEMARCUS! JACK WARREN: Smart save by Gresham there! I’m sure Andrews would’ve kicked out, but when you’re a genius like DeMarcus, you don’t leave anything up to possibility! DeMarcus quickly backs away after that and Inferno keeps his eyes on him for a few seconds before he gets to his feet and tags out to Zack. The two then wait for Andrews to get to his knees before Inferno kicks him in the chest while Zack kicks him in the back! After 10 kicks each, Inferno catches William with a buzzsaw kick that lays him out on his back! Jones then runs towards the ropes to the left of Andrews and leaps on them before flipping backwards and hitting a lionsault! Zack goes for the cover right after as Inferno rolls out of the ring! BRIAN MASON: FREE 2 PLAY!! JONES WITH THE COVER! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!! JACK WARREN: Phew. I thought that was going to be it right there! Would’ve been a disaster! Zack lets out a sigh after DeMarcus kicks out, but he keeps on the attack, getting to his feet before he attempts multiple elbow drops to the chest of Andrews! Jones then got to his feet and got ready to hit a superkick, only for Viktor to try and distract him! But that lead to Zack catching him right in the face with a superkick, sending him falling off the mat! However, this distraction allows William to finally get to his feet and grab Zack from behind before sending him flying with a release German suplex! William then crawls over to his corner and tags in his partner to heavy boos! BRIAN MASON: That damn Volkov distraction allowed Andrews to get control back for his team! JACK WARREN: This is why Viktor is the team leader here! What a genius move! Gresham hits the ring and grabs Jones before irish whipping him into the ropes! DeMarcus runs to the ropes opposite of Zack and when the two meet in the center of the ring, the World Tag Team champions spears his challenger! Zack is out as DeMarcus goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Spear by Gresham! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: I legit thought that was it! Zack Jones needs to stay the hell down! DeMarcus gets to his feet again after the kickout and grabs Zack again before getting him up to both feet. Gresham then irish whips him hard into the corner, forcing Jones to stumble back out afterwards and allowing the World Tag Team champion to lift him and slam him hard down onto the mat with a spinebuster! DeMarcus went for the cover afterwards as the audience continued to boo! BRIAN MASON: BLACK DIAMOND BY GRESHAM! JONES MIGHT BE DONE FOR! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!! Zack powers out, getting a shake of the head from DeMarcus. Gresham then looks over at his corner and Volkov extends his hand out, shouting at DeMarcus to tag him in. Gresham opts not to piss off the big man and tags him in a few seconds later, allowing Viktor to go after Zack. Volkov screams at the Philadelphian in Russian before driving his head into the mat with a sitdown piledriver! However, instead of going for the cover, Volkov looks over at Andrews, who wants to beat down Zack some more, so he tags him back into the match! JACK WARREN: These guys are picking Zack Jones apart right now! William hits the ring and quickly grabs Zack, hooking both of his arms before planting him onto the mat with a double underhook piledriver! William then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Alexander Avalanche! Jones is out cold! JACK WARREN: GOOD. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!! WAA can’t believe it as Jones powers out at the last second! Andrews then gets to his feet and looks over at his partner before tagging him in! The two then grab Zack Jones before William puts him in an electric chair position! DeMarcus climbs to the top rope and leaps off, catching Zack with a clothesline that sends him flipping off WAA’s shoulders and falling to the mat hard! Andrews exits the ring as Gresham goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: I have no clue what the hell that was, but it seems to have been very effective! JACK WARREN: One can only hope! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN UP BY JACKIE! Viktor quickly hits the ring after Jackie breaks up the pin attempt and goes after him, only for Jackie to sidestep him and send him out of the ring! WAA then sneaks up behind Fowler and dumps him out of the ring, which leads to Jackie and Viktor both getting to their feet and brawling on the outside! Meanwhile, Inferno has hit the ring and waits for William to turn around before catching him with a stiff spinning heel kick in the face! BRIAN MASON: R-15! William falls out of the ring after that, but when Inferno turns around and gets laid out with an STO from Gresham! JACK WARREN: Beat his stupid looking ass, DeMarcus! But after Gresham gets to his feet, he turns around and is dropped with a spinning sitout shoulder jawbreaker! The audience pops loud as Zack goes for the cover right after! BRIAN MASON: TILT-A-WHIRL! JACK WARREN: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners...INFERNO...JACKIE FOWLER...AND ZACK JONES!!! Zack gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory before he’s joined in the ring by Fowler and Inferno. All three men raise their arms high in the air while Viktor watches from the outside in disgust and WAA helps his partner out of the ring. BRIAN MASON: What a win for these three! JACK WARREN: ROBBERY. HIGHWAY ROBBERY. WINNERS: Inferno, Jackie, and Zack (12:11) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 12:51 AM Post #5 |
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![]() The World Tag Team Champions Surgical Tendencies finally make it backstage after their 6-man battle inside the ring. Both men are seen being a bit more worse for wear after the match DeMarcus is rolling his shoulder a bit while William grips his neck in attempts to loosen the muscle. As they make their way toward their locker room William hears a disturbance but by that point it is too late as they are both blindsided by Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis, The Pretty Committee with...what looks to be clay Mannequin heads? Veronica cracks DeMarcus on the side of the head making the clay shatter and break causing the big man to tumble down. Bianca catches William Alexander Andrews square in the back of the head still causing a similar reaction with him falling to the floor. Taking advantage of both larger men on the floor the women put the boots to them violently making a point for each of them. The World Tag Titles were dropped on the floor by each man closeby. Veronica and Bianca both pick up a title and smile wide at it before getting each victims face on the floor showing them how they looked with the titles in hand and not them. A future to be decided come Destiny. The girls laugh and joke in their faces getting the better of them before dropping the titles and walking away as if on the catwalk while Surgical Tendencies still try to gain consciousness. ![]() Speeding down the hallway, Jinzai shoves anyone in his way aside as he finally makes it to his personal locker room. After the note earlier, he wasn’t taking any chances. Jin’s gonna do everything in his power to deny Jason the chance to even think about retaliating. He goes to open the door, only to find it jammed as he JINZAI: Shit shit shit! Jinzai tries to force the door to his locker room open, but to no avail. Ramming his shoulder into it, he backs off a little as the door refuses to give. Looking up, he sees something sticking out of the top of the locker room door and his eyes narrow a little. He didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know exactly what they were after earlier. JINZAI: Fucking hell… Reaching up, Jinzai pulls the note and sticker down. Another sunny sticker, Jinzai notes as he looks over his shoulder for signs of anyone else in the hallway. Seeing not a soul in sight, Jinzai reaches down and opens the note up a little. JINZAI: Okay, okay… you wanna fuck with me, Jay? Jinzai crumples the note up and quickly pulls the pipe from his bag as he looks around, eyes a bit wild as he yells out into the empty hallway. JINZAI: YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME!?! C’MON AND DO YOUR WORST, MOTHERFUCKER! With a yell of defiance, Jinzai backs into the locker room door and it finally opens. But he was too riled up to complain or make a comment as he backs inside to attempt to get ready, knowing that he’s being watched as the camera fades on the crumpled note in the middle of the hallway. ![]() A countdown clock plays on the tron as the arena darkens, causing the fans to cheer as they started counting along with the clock. As the clock ticks closer and closer to 0, the anticipation grew as the chanting grew louder. TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAME! The guitar intro for Motörhead's "The Game" filled the building and the fans erupt as the lights came up, revealing Jinzai standing on stage. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. It's all about the game, and how you play it. All about control, and if you can take it. All about your debt, and if you can pay it. It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it! He walked down the aisle way, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the isle as he looks up at the ring. His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he waited for his opponent to arrive. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, From New York City, weighing in at 201 Pounds, JINZAI!!! "Now" by Paramore plays as Caitlin Bellamy struts out from the back, chewing gum. She doesn't even bother acknowledging the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. When she gets to the steel steps, she looks over at one of the young fans in the front row and mock cries before calling the fan a baby. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Maui, Hawaii, Caitlin Bellamy! She climbs the steps and steps between the ropes as she struts into the corner and leans back against the turnbuckle, blowing a bubble before spitting the gum into the crowd. SINGLES MATCH Jinzai vs Caitlin Bellamy DING! DING! DING! The ring bell sounds with Jinzai and Caitlin stepping away from their respective corners. It looks like they are about to meet in the center of the ring but Caitlin starts to back off some and moves away to the ropes. Jinzai does not let up so that she could get the quick tactical advantage by getting him out of position and reaches out to grab her only to find empty space and air. Ducking down, Caitlin slips out through the ropes and drops down from the apron to walk around the ringside area with cautious glances at her opponent still in the ring as the referee forces him to back away and give her time to get inside. Raising his hands up to show the referee that he is not making any threatening movements to pursue her, Jinzai moves back away from the ropes, allowing Caitlin to climb up to the apron but still does not get in. She instead motions a head and waves it back telling the referee to make sure Jinzai stays right where he is so she can get all the way in. JACK WARREN: Back the fuck up and let the girl in, nerd! I know you’re people ain’t used to seeing her kind but give her some space. BRIAN MASON: Hey now, what do you mean by “you people”? JACK WARREN: The fuck do YOU mean by “you people”? After a few seconds of watching and making sure that she is clear to get back in, Caitlin ducks in under the ropes again while the referee is busy keeping Jinzai at a safe distance that she is comfortable with. Seeing the opportunity that she had been angling towards, Caitlin runs behind the referee as he stands in front of Jinzai with him completely unaware that he is in a compromising spot in between the two. Instead of colliding with the referee though, Caitlin goes down low as she runs full speed at Jinzai, hitting both feet directly at his left knee. BRIAN MASON: Pretty sneaky tactics from Caitlin here and the fans are letting her know they don’t like it. JACK WARREN: It’s smart, Brian. Those coke bottles Jinzai walks around wearing obviously ain’t make him smarter in a ring. BRIAN MASON: Doesn’t mean the fans have to approve of this change in her attitude? JACK WARREN: So? Fuck ‘em. Except that fat broad over there. I wouldn’t touch her even with YOUR dick. The crowd jeers loudly at the cheap shot and unsportsmanlike conduct from the recent RISE call up be she merely waves a dismissive hand at the fans at ringside before focusing back on the down Jinzai clutching at his leg. Measuring her downed opponent, Caitlin stomps quickly at the previously target knee before propping it up on the bottom rope. Grabbing the ropes, she uses them for momentum to lift herself even higher with a jump to come crashing down on the same leg, repeating the process a couple times. Jinzai writhes on the mat in pain before Caitlin grabs the leg to once again prop it up on the bottom. This time though, she goes out on the outside to stand on the apron as she uses a foot to keep his leg steady right where it is on the bottom. Making sure that he is not going anywhere at the moment, Caitlin grabs the top rope again and uses it to pull herself over the top and slingshot back into the ring, coming down on Jinzai's leg with an elbow drop. Rather than continue to work on the leg, Caitlin quickly floats over his body for a cover. 1.... 2... Jinzai kicks out! Caitlin jumps up with the force of Jinzai kicking out of the pinfall attempt, grabbing him by the hair to pull him up to his feet. Keeping a hold of his arm, she pushes him up against the ring ropes before sending him running off into the set on the opposite side. Following closely behind him, she waits until he turns around and hits the ropes before running and leaping up to send a raised knee crashing into his chin and jaw. The blow sends him rocking back into the ropes but Caitlin keeps a firm grip on him and sends him back into the opposite side ropes again. Following closely behind him, it looks like she is about to repeat the running knee to the face. Coming back though, the timing is off from what it was before and she is not prepared for Jinzai as he comes back at her, making a leap of his own with a forearm raised in the air. Elbow connecting with Caitlin's forehead, both opponents fall to the mat next to each other. Caitlin's face buried in both her hands, Jinzia is obviously still feeling the effects the assault on his knee only minutes ago. Jinzai is the first to try to get up, lifting himself up to a knee. Caitlin is the first to fully gain a vertical base though as she measures Jinzai's positioning. Moving quickly, she lifts her leg and connects with her foot to his chin sharply with a Kitty Kick to send him falling back flat on his back against the mat. Seeing him laying there, Caitlin runs back to the ropes. Instead of running into them, she flips forward with a handspring to springboard her flipping back with a moonsaulte to land directly on top of him. Staying right there, she hooks his leg for another pinfall. JACK WARREN: Damn, shit’s like if a Jet Li movie ever went on Broadway. 1.... 2... Jinzai kicks out again! Having escaped from another near fall, Jinzai slips away from Caitlin to roll under the ropes and use the apron to steady himself as he leans up against it. Seeing him going to the outside, Caitlin sees it as her opponent on the proverbial ropes and looks to press the advantage and not give him a moment of rest to regroup. Grabbing the ropes, she uses them for leverage to lift herself up and slingshot over the over... only to find empty space and the mats around the ringside area to greet her when she hits the ground with a thud. BRIAN MASON: Caitlin gambled and crashed and burned! JACK WARREN: Splat! To be fair, missing someone as small as him is pretty damn easy. Seeing the result of Caitlin's crash and burn at his feet, Jinzai pulls her up to her feet and sends her running into the nearby barricade. It bends and bows with her back crashing into it, she can barely hold herself up with her arms around the top. Jinzai presses the advantage thought and does not give her a moment of rest as he gets near her to push her head back and slapping her with a series of knife edge chops. The crowd cheering with each smack against her chest before she doubles over in pain only to have him pull her up again to receive another chop. Hearing the referee going about his standard count with them on the outside, Jinzai knows that he cannot win the match out there and pulls her back to the ring to push her in under the bottom rope. Working to get back up to her feet before Jinzai climbs back into the ring, Caitlin just gets up to her knees as he come in under the bottom rope after her, no where near enough time to counter the kick to her head with his Stardust Breaker. She falls onto her side in a heap and he has to roll her back over for the pinfall. 1.... 2.... Caitlin kicks out!!! She gets her shoulder up just in time before the referee's hand comes down for the third and final time and slinks away from Jinzai. As he gets up, she is still in a hunched over position and goes back low once again to chop block him behind his knee this time. JACK WARREN: There you go! Go back to what was working for you before. Sure of herself and confident that she has time to do something to finish him off, she goes back out onto the apron and stands there for a moment waiting for him to use more energy to get back up to his feet. Fingers twitching along the rope in anticipation, she smirks as Jinzai works himself up to a vertical base again and leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off to come back at him. He was ready for her though and jumps up to meet her in the air. Grabbing her by the back of her head, he pulls her back down with him with a Jinzai Cutter, the fans throughout the arena cheering for the move seemingly coming out of nowhere as he goes for the pin. 1.... 2.... 3!!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is you winner by pinfall… Jinzai!!! BRIAN MASON: Caitlin, even though she resorted to some pretty shady tactics, looked pretty solid here tonight. Jinzai still pulled out the win though. That’s the advantage of experience. JACK WARREN: And of being a sneaky little bastard. Standing up still favoring his knee, Jinzai stands up back on his feet with the referee raising his hand in victory, leaving Caitlin to slip out of the ring holding her head in pain and glaring at him victorious in the ring. WINNER: Jinzai via Pinfall (9:12) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 01:47 AM Post #6 |
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![]() The camera opens up with Jinzai immediately following his match, walking through the back with the steel pipe in hand. The former Super Saiyan is clearly on edge, jumping at the smallest noise or terrorizing the nearest ring tech who made any sudden movements. The mind games were starting to wear him down, but he wasn’t about to let anyone have the satisfaction of seeing just how much. JINZAI: Motherfuckers think they’ve got me cornered… I’ll show him just who in the fuck he’s trying here... Making his way towards the catering area, he notices something near the door. A look of dread appeared on his face as he nears it. Reaching down, he picks up the paper and turns it around… ...only to scowl as it’s shown to be blank. Jinzai snarls for a moment as he stands back up, clutching the paper in his hand. JINZAI: Fucking piece of… it’s okay, I’m calm. I’m calm. He’s not fucking with me tonight, Calming down, Jinzai puts the pipe down and opens the door to catering before stepping inside. He notices that the catering area is surprisingly empty, being the only person inside as he goes to walk towards the food. As he gets closer, he notices something above the lineup that causes him to freeze on the spot. His eyes widened and a look of disbelief crosses his features as he can only stare. There, right above the food he’d been seeking out, was the sticker of a cloud. Jin stared for a few moments, not daring to move an inch, before uttering a single word. JINZAI: ….Fuck. JASON MENTEZ: Fatass always in catering, you lucky you Asian. Jinzai begins to turn around but is met halfway with a fist full of industrial chain nicknamed ‘La Pena’ getting cracked into his skull over and over and over. Jason goes low taking Jinzai at the legs making them both crash into the catering table with food splatting all over. Getting to a mount Mentez beings rings down punch after punch after punch in as many places above the neck as possible. Jason causes the area above Jinzai’s eyebrow to gash open completely blood spurting with each additional punch. Heavy breathing Jason takes only a moment taking the chain to switch to his left hand wanting to continue his work. It’s at that time Jinzai still conscious if not completely coherent chuckles… JINZAI: All this anger… and I didn’t even lay a hand on your little shits last week… maybe if I actually did take a drive up there you’d hit less like a bitch… Jinzai wheezed out a low, pained laugh from his spot on the ground as the blood trickled down his face and the blows paused for a moment after the words hit Jason. He couldn’t tell if Jinzai’s serious in his threats against his girl and his kids, or if he’s intentionally trying to set him off to prove a point anymore. Jason felt himself fighting from his old habits and tendencies. Now would be the best time to breathe and count before he went too far. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or place for either and his face began to shake slightly with anger before he drops the meanest MMA style elbow right on the bridge of Jinzai’s nose to stall him then wraps the 16 inch industrial chain around his neck. Pulling with all his might Mentez rolls with Jinzai to get on the side of him with leverage to choke him with. Mentez face is flush with anger while Jinzai’s healthy skin tone was beginning to change on his face. JASON MENTEZ: This is what you want….eh? A man...with no morality or care for his well being...or yours?! This is what you want?!?! I’m catholic, I can kill you rite the fuck now and just go to mass next Sunday!!! Knock at the devil’s door enuff times….he will answer you. I got a glimpse of em in my timeout...HE’S NOT A HAPPY GO LUCKY KINDA NIGGA JINMIN!!! THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WAAAANNTT!!?? DIE DEN YOU DUMB FUCKER….I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED YOU SANAMAGAN!!! Suddenly security rushes the room trying their best to pull Jason from Jinzai to give him his gasping at air. Jason’s grip is finally lessened from the chain as Jinzai immediately hunches over gasping for air getting his color back. Jason struggles against the four men it took to pull him off of Jinzai with his hand freeing the chain and swinging it like a belt whipping Jinzai on the back twice before Red’s security pulls him from the room with Jason screaming madly. Jinzai lays propped up against the wall, out of it as blood leaked from his face and nose like a faucet and EMTs begin to pour in and check on him. Security manages to pull Jason out of the room, the loud, haunting screams of rage echoing off of the walls as he tries to fight his way out of their grip. The chaotic scene comes to an end as the camera focuses on all the carnage left behind in Jason’s brutal, bloody assault. As the tron comes to life, we are introduced to a shot of Defiance interviewer, Eli Zayn, standing in front of a black backdrop. He gives a professional head nod before he begins speaking. ELI ZAYN: Good evening, Hard Knux Wrestling faithful. I hope that you all are enjoying the wonderful action here tonight here on Defiance. However, I’m coming to you with a medical update on Scarlet Flint. This past week, Ms. Flint had a general meeting and medical check up with company doctors. The camera then shows footage of Scarlet walking into HKW Headquarters. She is surrounded and accompanied by various trainers and medical personnel. The camera swiftly cuts back to Mr. Zayn. ELI ZAYN: All accounts have said that the meeting went quite well, all things considered. And from the information that I’ve gathered from talking to the trainers and doctors, Scarlet’s healing process is going well. There were no known complications, and she began physical therapy weeks ago. When I spoke to the medical staff, I tried to get an official word as to when Ms. Flint would be cleared to wrestle. Unfortunately, none of the doctors or trainers were able to release any of that information at the present time. Needless to say, it could be quite some time before we see her in an HKW ring. Eli nods his head once more as the camera fades out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! A soft chant begins to spread throughout the area. Starting as a whisper but growing into a chorus as the lights darken while images begin to flicker on the viewers screens. Images of violence, war, and a solitary figure watching it all. The chanting has grown louder now and the drumbeats of Nightwish’s “Seven Days to the Wolves rise in volume as mist spreads throughout the stadium ghostly images of great heroes and villains forming two parallel lines along the ramp. The rock part of the song kicks in and thunder roars while fire erupts on the stage, revealing the cowled form of the East Wind Alex Reyn hands outstretched over the flames, he’s shirtless save for an open black cloak with a wolf skull mask. His body covered in ancient symbols and markings that seem almost to glow and move in the firelight. WHISPER VIPERI: M-making his way to the ring, weighing at 200 pounds. The East Wind of adversity, ALEX REYN!!! He begins to walk forward, and the ghostly figures kneel as he approaches them, only to rise up as he passes them. As if more energised. Turning to watch as he walks, himself never breaking eye contact with the ring. “Howl! Seven days to the wolves Where will we be when they come? Seven days to the poison And a place in heaven Time drawing near us They come to take us” He climbs atop the top rope and for a second, he seems to stumble a bit, but quickly finds his footing and looks out, surveying the arena with an appraising eye as thunder crackles once again. Coldly, he steps down. Removing the cowl and placing it on the ringpost. Dropping into a low crouch to await his opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The abrupt and rough riff of "Sonne" by Rammstein echoes throughout the arena. The lights in the arena begin to die down, casting darkness over the crowd. The sounds of thunder and lightning pick up and the lighting reflects that. The loud riff comes to an end and silence falls over. The crowd resonate their respect for the woman who is coming out as the countdown begins. "ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs." As "Aus" is said, Artemis Kaiser makes her way from the back. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. She is followed by three men, holding up flags. The man on the farthest left holds up a Canadian flag. The man on the farthest right holds up a forest green flag that bears in white "PARAGON BJJ". Finally, the man in the center holds up proudly a black flag with "KAISER" etched in bold, robust lettering. Artemis stretches a bit, before removing the hood. Artemis' face bears eye black as she glares down the crowd. She soaks in their hatred, faintly grinning as the crowd chants obscenities. The three men begin to march their way down the ramp, followed by Artemis. Artemis does not respond to the fans as she gets close to them, somewhat mocking their contempt. As she reaches the center of the ramp, Aldrige makes the call. Knowing that he is about to, Artemis stops, lowering her head. It is as if she locked herself away in her thoughts for a moment, removing herself from reality. The three men still hold their flags up in silent pride. "Eɪɴs!" "Hɪᴇʀ ᴋᴏᴍᴍᴛ ᴅɪᴇ Sᴏɴɴᴇ." The fans yell out the lyrics to the song as Artemis makes her way down the ramp. The march is proud, signified by Artemis’ stunning silence and trance-like state. She stops on the ramp, lowering her head to the ground. Artemis locks herself in her own thoughts, awaiting the announcer's call. The three men stop, surrounding Artemis slightly, eyeing only the ring. Artemis raises her head, roaring out a cry of fury and war. She continues to pump herself up as she makes her way to the end of the ramp. In a choreographed fashion, the three men separate, allowing Artemis through. She unzips her jacket and acts as if she was about to throw it into the crowd, but instead hands it off to the man holding the Canadian flag. In exchange for the hoodie, she takes the flag. She then gives a vain look to the audience again, before leaping onto the ring apron. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds, fighting out of Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, she is the GOD OF ANGER, ARTEMIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS KAAAAAAAAAAAAISEEEEEEEEER! She spreads out the flag, showing her pride in her country and his disdain towards America. She wraps the flag around her shoulders momentarily before entering the ring. She methodically walks around the ring with the flag spread out, establishing her presence. As she concludes her preparations, she leans in her corner, holding the Canadian flag close to her form. She then awaits for the match to begin. ✦ MATCH FIVE ✦ SINGLES MATCH Artemis Kaiser vs. Alex Reyn DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Artemis raises her arms and shifts into her classic 'Muay Thai' stance. But to her surprise, Alex shifts into a martial arts stance of his own. There's a pregnant pause as the two eye each other... Suddenly, Artemis attacks! Rushing forward with a jab to Reyn's face that he parries before blocking her knee with his own. She attacks with a series of strikes that Alex dodges and parries, the two of them moving at frightening speeds. Artemis presses the assault, backing Reyn into the ropes. But he drops low and takes her down with a leg sweep. Her back hits the mat and he gets some distance, hitting the ropes and using the momentum to come in with a basement dropkic- Artemis dodges it though, rolling to her feet as Alex kips up. She goes for a roundhouse, but he ducks and attacks with his own combo, forcing her on the defensive! It doesn't last long as she breaks his stance and goes for a knee trembler, only for him to dodge and hit back with a double spinning kick combo that she avoids! Grabbing his leg on the second kick, only to NARROWLY duck his enzugiri! BRIAN MASON: Back and forth, back and forth, what a gnarly sequence! JACK WARREN: Did you just say gnarly?! The miss causes Alex to land on the mat and Artemis presses the advantage, stomping down aggresivley on his back until he rolls over and catches her in a drop-toehold! He grabs her in his modified camel clutch, wrenching her spine against his knee. But she's able to slip her arm between his and break the hold, rolling them over so she's on top! Elbow Sma-! No! He blocks the strike, countering with a headbutt! The move knocks her off balance and he follows up with a palm strike to her jaw that snaps her head back! He gets his feet under her chest and SHOVES, throwing her back before coming in with a shining wizard! The blow connects and Alex grabs her by the neck, going for the East Wind Cutter (Lifting, rolling cutter)! No! Artemis spins out! First Crusade! (Rolling Elbow!) JACK WARREN: Game over?! No! Alex ducks and catches her with a reverse STO! Cover! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Both are up! Alex goes for a super kick, Artemis catches! She goes for an elbow, but Alex counters with monkey flip! They roll to their feet and Alex hits the ropes, coming in for a spinning wheel kick that Artemis ducks, causing him to fly over and land on his feet! Back-to-back with his opponent. For a second, an eerie stillness fills the arena as they stand back to back. Neither one of them moving an inch. Waiting for the right moment, the right opening… BRIAN MASON: It’s almost like we’re restarting the match… JACK WARREN: Hell, I’m fine with it. These two seem to match up well against each other. Artemis moves first. Spinning around with a roundhouse that Alex dodges! He comes in with a jumping kick of his own that Artemis evades as they both clash in the centre of the ring! A blur of strikes and parries and counters that fly out at each other faster than the eye can track! Artemis starts to gain ground, pressing the advantage as Alex backs into the corner! She goes for the Hate Parade (Signature striking combo), but Alex leaps up ONTO the top rope and out of her reach! She tries to knock him off, but he flips over her head! Spinning in mid air to land BEHIND her! She tries to turn arou- Enzuigiri! The move drops Artemis, and Alex kips-up! climbing the top rope! Shooting Star Press! ARTEMIS GETS HER KNEES UP!! She doesn't waste a SECOND either! Trapping Alex's arm between her legs, she immediately goes for the AK-93!! (Armlock Crrossface) His proximity to the ropes saves Alex, and he's able to get his foot on them before she can lock in the hold! He slips out the ring, but she comes right after him! Grabbing him in a Muay Thai clinch and driving several knees into his ribs! He uses his strength to fight back, and SHOVES her back first into the apron before grabbing her by the head and bashing her skull into the ring post! He takes a step back, going for a ring post super kick, but she dodges, grabs the leg, and Dragon Screws him into the apron! The referee is still counting, so she picks Alex up and throws him into the ring! Stalking over to him, she bends down and grabs him by the hair! Wrenching his head back to force him to look her in the eyes! ARTEMIS KAISER: Do you really think you're a better striker than me- Her words are cut of as Alex's fist slams into her open mouth, knocking her back. He immediately follows up with a combination! Jab, reverses, hook, reverse! Rapidly alternating between hands with lethal efficiency! JACK WARREN: I’d say he does, Arty! The attack sends Artemis reeling back and Alex presses the attack! Grabbing her by the hair and THROWING her to the mat. Seconds later, he places his boot on her neck and stomps her face into the canvas. He begins grinding down on the back of her neck, crushing her skull under his foot! But Artemis pushes herself to her feet and LUNGES at him! Savagely striking at his face with her elbows! The blows hits home, but Alex fights back with a headbutt to the bridge of her already bleeding nose! He grabs her by the throat, but she breaks the grip and tries to knee him in the face, only for him to block the knee and dragon screw her! Both their lips and mouths are bleeding now as they roll back to their feet, slowly standing... This time, Alex is the first to move as he charges at Artemis! ...Only to flank left and hit the ropes with a springboard crossbody to her blindside! The move takes her off guard and he rolls off her, hitting the ropes to come back in with a basement dropkick to her ribs! Artemis tries to roll out the ring, clutching her ribs. But Alex comes after her with Ascendant's Wra-! No! Despite the pain in her ribs, she's able to dodge out the way and Alex breaks his fall with a roll, rising into a crouch. Immediately, Artemis is on him, trying to press the advantage! But this time, instead of trying to parry her strikes, he responds in kind! The two of them pummelling each other with merciless strike after merciless strike, right in front of the announcers table! Alex went low with a kick to Artemis's knee, followed by an uppercut before bouncing her head of the table! BRIAN MASON: Double whammy! Wow! Artemis might be out! Both of them were bleeding now and he grabbed by the hair to try and ram her headfirst into the edge of the ring apron, but she got her hands up to block and swung out with a back fist that he avoided. The referee's count was at eight, and Alex dived into the ring, Artemis right after him. Blood was still dripping from their faces as they fixed each other with savage smiles. Alex rushes past her again, springboard off the ropes for a moonsault press, only to be dropkicked out of mid-air by Artemis Kaiser! She presses the advantage, pulling him up too his feet and grabbing him for a half and half suplex! And another! And another! She pulls him up one more time, looking like she's going for a fourth, but suddenly she switches her grip for the Second Crusade!! (Ripcord into Elbow Smash) Alex ducks low! Narrowly avoiding the elbow as he grabs Artemis by the waist! Northern lights suplex! JACK WARREN: Where’d he pull that from!? Alex bridges! Going for the win! ONE! TWO!! THR-!! KICKOUT!! The pin is broken and both roll to their feet. The East Wind of Adversity and the War God Empress staring each other down. Like two panthers in a territorial battle. Alex is the first to move. Using his Superior speed to attack with a Flying Headscissors but Artemis manages to throw him off and whip him into the ropes on the return. As he comes back in, she swings a clothesline that he ducks. Both hit the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring, Artemis coming in with the Falcon Pu- SPEAR!!! The move almost cuts Artemis in half, the impact throwing her across the ring! Acting almost on instinct, she rolls to the ropes and falls to the outside. Hands wrapped around herself as her body shudders in pain. Alex isn't done yet as he measures her, waiting for her to stand. He hits the ropes, charging towards her and flying out the ring with Ascendant's Wra-!! THE FIRST CRUSADE HITS ALEX IN MIDAIR!!!!! The smack of the Rolling Elbow striking Alex dead on the chin is echoed by the smack of his skull hitting the floor! Gritting her teeth, the War God Empress grabs her foe, showing no mercy as she throws him back in the ring before pulling him up by his hair. SECOND CRUSADE!! She grabs him by the neck again! Pulling him into an inverted facelock before striking him with one, final elbow! THIRD CRUSADE!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner! Artemis!! KAISER!! Artemis wobbles on her feet, all the pain and blows and bloodloss flooding back in as the adrenaline fades away. Suddenly, she collapses to her knees next to her unconscious opponent as her limbs turn to jelly and nausea and dizzyness flood her system. Holding her sides, she rolls out the ring. Feeling like she's about to vomit as she claws her way up the ramp while Alex lies unmoving and bleeding on the canvas. WINNER: Artemis Kaiser via pinfall (10:21) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 01:53 AM Post #7 |
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The Tron comes to life and Ashley Chase appears on it obviously from someplace in the arena. She is sitting Indian Style on the ground staring at her Glass covered Baseball bat ASHLEY CHASE: “Tonight the war continues. Tonight everybody gets to bear witness to the destruction of The Crimson Baroness as she will finally pay for her sins.” Ashley continues staring at her bat as if she is mesmerized by it. ASHLEY CHASE: “Crimson has told me to leave my toy at home as if i would ever listen to her sorry ass. You see Crimson you still think this is about the title but the truth is this is personal.” Ashley begins to grin ASHLEY CHASE: “Tonight is all about how much I can hurt you, How loud can i make you scream. Tonight is about how much I can damage you before you beg me to stop. You will belled one way or another and winning back MY Bloodlust title is just the cherry on top. The bonus if you will!” Ashley slowly gets to her feet and stares into the camera ASHLEY CHASE: “Get ready Katie because very soon The Pain Game begins and you will finally realize you never should of crossed my path. Oh and Katie if your little partner DeLuca tries to intervene on your behalf tonight like she did with Salem then she will share your fate as well. See you soon.” Screen goes to black ![]() Angelo and Markus are seen walking the halls, both looking around as if they expect to be jumped at any moment. When they turn the corner. Angelo lets out a sigh when it seems like whatever, or whoever, they’ve been searching for is nowhere in sight. ANGELO SANDS: We’re not getting anywhere with this. Angelo lets out an angry grunt. ANGELO SANDS: Whoever attacked you clearly isn’t going to do shit while we’re both near each other. People who attack people while their backs are turned aren’t exactly known for being brave. Markus nods, rubbing his chin for a moment. MARKUS FK: You’re right. If we’re both out here, together, we won’t draw these cowards out from wherever they’re hiding. Let’s split up. Angelo nods, but pulls out his cell from his pocket. ANGELO SANDS: But let’s make sure they don’t get the jump on us this time. Type an “x” in a text to me and press send if you see them coming. I’ll do the same. Sound good? Markus nods at his tag partner, offering a fist for him to bump. MARKUS FK: Sounds good, bro. Angelo fist bumps his partner before the two split up, Angelo typing in the “x” on his phone, but not pressing send. The two take one last look at one another before they each turn a corner, disappearing out of the shot and out of each other’s sight. WHISPER VIPERI: The following match up is a one on one match up for the Bloodlust Championship. Before a pinfall or submission you must make your opponent bleed. The lights dim and a spot light shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!! She climbs onto the announcers table and does some gyrating and hair whipping to the beat of her music before long she hops down. She then walks up the steps and onto the ring apron. After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for the champion to make her entrance. 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;the bloodlust championship 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. 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. The two ladies stare each other down from opposite corners as the referee gets ready to ring the bell. ![]() ✦ BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP ✦ BLEED BEFORE PIN MATCH The Crimson Baroness © vs.Ashley Chase DING! DING! DING! The match starts with the two competitors engaging in a collar and elbow tie up that Baroness turns into an immediate wrist lock. Baroness applies extra torque as she twists Ashley’s arm, but Ashley throws a forearm that catches the bloodlust champion in the jaw causing her to relinquish the hold. Chase backs up hitting the ropes and connects with a clothesline that drops Baroness to the mat. The champion quickly gets back up to her feet only to be scooped up onto Chase’s shoulders and dropped with a samoan drop. Baroness arches her back in pain, as she rolls out of the ring, trying to avoid the onslaught. BRIAN MASON: Chase is looking good here. She’s been on the offensive early on. JACK WARREN: Just remember, both these competitors have to make the other bleed before winning this match. The challenger follows the champion outside of the ring. Baroness begins to retreat, backing away as Chase pursues her. Chase catches up to Baroness catching her with a few hard right hands that have the champion reeling. Baroness however reaches up poking Chase in the eye. Chase reaches up holding her eye as she turns away. Capitalizing on the situation the Crimson Baroness grabs Chase’s right arm putting Chase in a hammerlock, and sends her shoulder first into the barricade with a thud. Chase holds her shoulder in pain, as she crouches down wincing. The champion hops over the barricade without hesitation reaching over the barricade she grabs Chase’s right arm, pulling her towards her. Baroness slams Chase’s arm down on the barricade, holding onto her arm she throws her legs over Chase’s arm and locks on an armbar over the barricade. BRIAN MASON: Oh my god, she’s trying to break her arm. JACK WARREN: It’s very difficult to swing a baseball bat, which Ashley is known for with a broken arm. The champion continues to wrench on the challengers arm, as Chase screams in pain. TCB starts to slide down Chase’s arm, the positioning on the legs and the barricade making it hard for her to cling to Chase’s arm. Finally, TCB lets go of Chase’s arm as the challenger falls to the ground. Slowly Chase begins to get up while TCB climbs on top of the barricade. As Chase turns TCB leaps off the barricade towards Chase, the challenger manages to sidestep the champion however, sending her sternum first into the ring apron. TCB falls to the mat holding her ribs, much to the delight of the crowd. BRIAN MASON: Brutal landing by The Crimson Baroness. She could have cracked some ribs on the landing. JACK WARREN: That might have been an instinctual move by Chase there, it was however exactly what she needed. Chase who’s right arm is still hanging at her side, Chase grabs TCB by the hair with her left hand, then sends her head first into the steel ring post! TCB collapse to the side of the post, as she hits the outside mat, she turns onto her back. Blood begins to run from her forehead, and onto her face. BRIAN MASON: This means Chase can get the pinfall! We might have a new champion here tonight. JACK WARREN: Calm down Mace, it’s not over. This does however give Chase a big advantage. Chase goes on the attack using her left arm to pull TCB to her feet again, then tossing her over the time keeper’s area. The timekeeper quickly flees. Chase backs away from the area waiting on TCB to reach her feet. TCB gets up and falls back, leaning against the table where the bell sits. Chase charges diving up and into the time keeps area and connecting with a dive that sends TCB into the table and bell. TCB is laid out on the table, as Chase holds her arm in pain to the side. BRIAN MASON: Chase is laying it all on the line here tonight. What a suicide dive. JACK WARREN: The Crimson Baroness better do something quick or her title reign will end tonight. Chase pushes herself up using her left arm, at the same time TCB rolls over on the table, managing to grab the timekeeper’s bell as she does. TCB then turns falling back over the timekeeper’s area onto the floor towards the ring, still clinging to the ringbell. Chase comes back towards TCB, who reaches up sliding the ring bell into the ring, before rolling into the ring herself. Chase reaches under the apron pulling a baseball bat out from under it, as the fans cheer. BRIAN MASON: Chase wants to finish this her way! JACK WARREN: This might be the end for TCB. Chase rolls into the ring with the bat, but before she can reach her feet she’s nailed with the ring bell right to the head, busting her open, and causing her to drop the bat. TCB immediately covers Chase. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRR---------NO! Chase shoulder flies off the mat just in time to stop the three count. BRIAN MASON: That was so close Jack. JACK WARREN: The moment The Crimson Baroness had Chase busted over she went for the cover and almost got her. TCB looks over at the referee holding up three fingers in disbelief. She looks over at Chase who is pulling herself off of the canvas with the ropes. TCB wipes the blood away from her face, then charges only to take a kick to the gut. She doubles over, allowing Chase to get her in a double underhooks and plant her with a facebuster. Both competitors are down. BRIAN MASON: Name Dropper from Chase! All she needs to do is make the cover. Chase begins to stir, as she does she pushes TCB onto her back. JACK WARREN: A new champion here! Chase makes the cover, hooking the near leg. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRR---------NO! TCB’s shoulder shoots off the match at the last possible millisecond. JACK WARREN: How did she kick out of that? BRIAN MASON: No clue, but this match is going to continue, and Chase is reaching for the bat. Chase grabs the baseball bat, with a smirk on her face she gets to her feet, the blood trickling down her face. TCB gets up wobbling from side to side. Chase charges swinging at TCB’s head but Baroness ducks under. The force of swing clearly causes Chase her to hold her arm in pain, still having ahold of the bat in her right hand. She turns around catching a knee to the sternum. Reaching down TCB grabs the bat, intertwining it in her arms resting on her neck. She then uses the bat to drive her head first into the mat with a double arm ddt. JACK WARREN: Dom’ed! It has to be over. TCB rolls Chase over onto her back and makes the cover. BRIAN MASON: What a move from TCB, this should do it. TCB pushes the bat away, rolling Chase over she makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRREEEEEEEE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...and Still Bloodlust Champion The Crimson Baroness. TCB lays on the mat as the referee brings her the Bloodlust Championship, laying it on the champion’s waist. BRIAN MASON: What a match! Somehow someway The Crimson Baroness withstood that onslaught, and end up retaining her title. JACK WARREN: She promised that the baseball bat would end up costing Chase, and in the end it did. TCB manages to roll out of the ring, clinging to her title, as she lands on her feet, wiping the blood away from her face. Looking to the ring she sees Chase who is still laid out in the ring. With a smile TCB heads towards the back. WINNER: The Crimson Baroness via pinfall. (13:24) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jan 4 2017, 03:32 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 4 2017, 01:55 AM Post #8 |
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![]() As the scene fades backstage the fans burst into cheers as they see Hall of Famer Emilio Vialpando standing in front of the Defiance General Manager’s office door with his Nike Smurf Snake shirt on. He looks up at the roar of the crowd and smiles. Vialpando then looks back down at the door and knocks. SHANNON ELLIOT: Come in! Emilio steps into the office and is greeted by Defiance Assistant General Manager Shannon Elliot who was seen standing up while looking over a file. He looks up from the file and sees Vialpando. SHANNON ELLIOT: Mr. Vialpando, what a pleasant surprise. Emilio not meeting Shannon before wsa a bit confused as Shannon closed the file and held out his hand to shake. SHANNON ELLIOT: Name’s Shannon. I’m Mr. Price’s Assistant General Manager here on Defiance. Nice to meet you, Mr. Vialpando. Vialpando nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah, likewise. Look I had a meeting with Romeo-- SHANNON ELLIOT: Mr. Price will be arriving shortly. He had something to follow up on concerning a separate matter. Take a seat Mr. Vialpando. Emilio nods and takes a seat while Shannon sets the file back onto the desk and onto it slightly sitting on the edge. SHANNON ELLIOT: How can I help you Mr. Vialpando? EMILIO VIALPANDO: I wanted to talk about Crowned Royalty. Shannon nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Me y Shane got cheated out of a finish breh. That wasn’t something neither of us wanted to leave things. We had the best match on the entire show and for it to not even end with one of our hands raised? We put our bodies on the line to tear the house down breh. To give those fans at Madison Square Garden and whoever all was watching on EVOLVE a match they would never forget….And for it to end the way it did? Emilio shakes his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: That doesn’t sit right with me breh. Something needs to be done about it. Shannon nods with a sigh. SHANNON ELLIOT: And what would you propose we do about that, Mr. Vialpando? It’s not exactly like we can turn back time. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You don’t have to. All you have to do is give us a rematch at the biggest pay per view ever….Destiny. The crowd pops. Elliot stares at Emilio for a moment and rubs his rugged chin. SHANNON ELLIOT: Look, as bad as I would love to make that happen Mr. Vialpando there’s a lot of variables that go into that. Plus, you two knew the rules of the match heading into Crowned Royalty. You two knew you had approximately thirty minutes to win the match and neither of you were able to do so. No matter how well you two did, you both couldn’t finish the match. Confused as those watching, Emilio shook his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Various variables? What does that even mean breh? SHANNON ELLIOT: Well, that would be an interband match. We can’t just make the match, Subversion would have to agree to the terms as well. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You mean to tell me you can have a damn Golden Opportunity Match y a ITV Championship match that’s interbrand and you can’t even make this match? Shannon nods. SHANNON ELLIOT: Yes, because the HKW ITV Championship belt is an interband championship and the Destiny GO match is also a interbrand sanctioned match that would give one from either brand a chance at gold. This match you’re asking for doesn’t have the same implications Mr. Vialpando, I’m sorry. But I will be sure to talk to Mr. Price about this matter to see what we can do. After Shannon says this Romeo Price comes walking into the office to see Shannon and Emilio talking. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Vialpando, nice for you to come by. SHANNON ELLIOT: Mr. Vialpando here was hoping to get a rematch with Mr. Atwater, sir. Romeo walks over to his bottle of Scotch and makes himself a glass. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph…. He takes a sip and looks back to Emilio. ROMEO PRICE: You know there’s a lot of variables that go along with making that happen, correct Mr. Vialpando? EMILIO VIALPANDO: Si, ya boy just explained it. A whole lot of bullshit if you ask me but I get it I guess. Just please, try and give us this chance to redeem ourselves. Romeo studies Emilio for a second and nods. ROMEO PRICE: We’ll see what we can do, Mr. Vialpando. Emilio stands up and nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Alright, gracias. Emilio began to make his way towards the door until he was stopped. ROMEO PRICE: One more thing, Mr. Vialpando. Emilio stops to turn around facing Romeo. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Como? ROMEO PRICE: What is your connection with Mr. Capone? Romeo takes another sip from his glass as he waits for Emilio to answer him. EMILIO VIALPANDO: My connection? I’m not sure what you mean. ROMEO PRICE: Well me and Mr. Elliot noticed you leaving Madison Square Garden with him. And he greeted you at my door in our first meeting. Just trying to figure out what your connect with him is with, that’s all. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Uh...I don’t know he’s cool peoples. A friend of mine, I guess. Why? Price nods as if he’s heard enough. ROMEO PRICE: Just wondering...Carry on Mr. Vialpando, enjoy the rest of your night. Emilio nods as he turns and leaves. Shannon looks over to Romeo with an eyebrow raised. SHANNON ELLIOT: You think Emilio is one of Capone’s clients? Romeo stares down at his glass of Scotch and then looks over to Shannon. ROMEO PRICE: I’m not quite sure but...There’s a sure sign of there being a possibility. Keep an eye on Mr. Vialpando...Just in case. Shannon nods as the scene begins to fade away. ![]() As the scene fades backstage where a group of bikers who all wore the Reapers In Pride cuts were laughing at something. Backstage interviewer Lola J was seen followed by her assigned cameraman as she cautiously approached the group. When members took notice of the interviewer they stopped laughing but still giggled. Reaper Prospect Reese Spencer looked Lola up and down then turned her head towards the direction of the sounds of something being pounded like a heavy tenderizer to some meat. REESE SPENCER: Hey Prez! You have a visitor! Reese looks back over to Lola and grinned. REESE SPENCER: He’ll see you now, sweetie. Go on. He doesn’t bite. The pounding stops as Lola looks Spencer up and down then continues on towards the center where the bikers and their bikers were facing. In the middle stood the Reapers In Pride President and HKW World Champion, Lance Winters shirtless revealing all of his tattoos on his body. He stood over a young man whose face was covered with blood as it would seem he was the meat and...Lola looks over to Lance’s fists noticing blood was dripping from them….Lance’s fists were the heavy tenderizer. She cringed at the sight as Lance chuckles and lists his left fists up to his lips and licks the blood off his knuckles. He giggles even more as he tastes the blood on his tongue and looks over to Lola who seemed to be afraid. LANCE WINTERS: What? HE SAID HE won on the #FIGHTWINTERSAPP, and wanted our CHAMPIONSHIP BELT. I couldn’t have turned down THE CHALLENGE, could I? He turns towards Lola and laughed as he began to make his way towards her. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t wanna make OL’ ROMEO angry and do something THAT YOU ALL WOULD regret...right? Lola J kept her eyes on the young man who wasn’t moving but could tell he was somewhat breathing. She gulped as she looked up to the World Champion that stood before her. LANCE WINTERS: What is it sweetie? DID I WIN THE contest? I always wanted a new CHEVY CAMERO. Instead of BUMBLEBEE I’m gonna call him….REAPER BEE. I think it has a certain ring to it don’t you think. LOLA J: I...I’m not here about any contest. Lola clears her throat trying to regain her composure. LOLA J: I’m actually here to ask you about what happened at Crowned Royalty and your myster opponent tonight for the HKW World Championship. Lance smiles as he holds out his blood covered hands. Someone walks over and hands him a cigarette and a lighter. LANCE WINTERS: Oh, YOU WANT A interview? HAVEN’T HAD ONE of those in a while. Well sweetie… He places the cigarette between his lips and lights it. Before continuing to answer her question he takes a pull. LANCE WINTERS: ...WHAT HAPPENED at Crowned Royalty was such a shame wasn’t it? I mean gaaawwwwllliieeeee, Cindy. Lola shakes her head. LOLA J: No, I’m talking about what happened with your gang and the Banks family. It would seem that you and your boys was about to make an example out of former co-owner Brandon Banks until members from his family came to have his back. You all tried to retreat and you...well you suffered a chair shot from Felicity Banks herself. What do you have to say to that? Winters smirks as he looks down to Lola who wasn’t going to back down no matter how terrfied she might have been at the time. He chuckles as he takes another pull from his cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: Oh..THAT. THAT WAS A BIT UNEXPECTED, wasn’t it? Brandon TOTALLY RUINED our date. I’m a bit heartbroken by it still. And then…..And then their science experiment cousin JUREK BANKS crushed my BABY BROTHER’S FACE. Lance grimaces at the thought and shakes his head. He then laughs it off lightly. LANCE WINTERS: But wounds HEAL. Key will be fine IN DUE TIME. AND THEEENNN someone just had to give that little RUNT a chair. I really don’t want to do this to FELICITY. I still have a BIT OF A SOFT SPOT for her so IT HURTS ME to want to do these things. She still hasn’t learned that his ISN’T A FIGHT she can win. HELL, OL’ LUCAS was just about in TEARS after her accident. LOLA J: Her accident? You tried to murder her you--- Lola stops herself and shakes her head. Lance just giggles and smokes his cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: Well...allegedly. Don’t tell anybody that though… He looks to the camera. LANCE WINTERS: They might BITCH AND COMPLAIN about contracts instead of the REAL ISSUE at hand and BEGIN TO POINT FINGERS to people WHO DON’T HAVE ANYTHING to do with what’s going on. He laughs and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: Now about this MYSTERY OPPONENT. Does it look LIKE I’M WORRIED? Whoever it is… Lance looks back to the young man and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Well I SURE HOPE THEY’RE READY to step into their own murder scene. OOOPS. I can’t say that! He covers his lips and looks into the camera while laughing. LANCE WINTERS: Contracts. Lola shakes her head. She didn’t want to ask him anything else and turned away from him trying to get out of there. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT’S WRONG BABY? YOU NOT GONNA GIMME A SMOOCH FOR GOOD LUCK? Tehehehe. Lance looks back at the young man and tilts his head. LANCE WINTERS: Gosh kid, GET UP AND GO to the hospital or something. You don’t LOOK SO GOOD. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: This match is the Defiance finals of the Destiny Cup and it is scheduled for one fall! The opening to Deftones' "Cherry Waves" plays as a small screen of smoke cover the ground of the stage. As the first rift blasts through the venue, Nest walks through the curtain breathing heavily. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, making his way down to HIS ring, weighing in at 287lbs. From up above, NEST! Keeping his head down he looks out to the crowd briefly before eyeing the ring ahead, making his way down the ramp with an alarming sense of urgency. Nest stops right before he gets to the apron, holding out both of his arms with pitchfork hand signs along with a scream. He rolls in the ring and starts cracking his knuckles as the music dies down. BRIAN MASON: To say that Nest has stomped out expectations is an understatement. The man is near undefeated, carrying that LDFC experience and dominance over to HKW. Now, he’s set to fight in the Defiance Destiny Cup finals? You must admit it, even if you don’t care much for him, Nest is making strides here that are unrivaled. JACK WARREN: He’s a fatass ass kicker. He’s not much when you see pictures of him. Matter of fact, he could probably beat you by just showing him at the beach. But you’re actually right for a change, Mason, Nest isn’t someone to fuck around with. Quick question, though. Is Nest a cannibal or something? BRIAN MASON: The night terrors I get sometimes tell me “yes”, but I like to think that he just has a weird palate. The lights cut out, leaving the stage shadowed in darkness before a single spotlight blooms, highlighting Pax Mayson, black hoodie pulled up over his head so that his face is in the shadows and completely unreadable. WHISPER VIPERI: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 251 lbs from Sweetwater, OK... Pax Mayson! He ignores the crowd as he saunters to the ring, gripping the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. Once in the ring, he sheds his hoodie, staring out at the crowd with dead eyes before his attention focuses on his opponent. JACK WARREN: Here comes one of my favorites. BRIAN MASON: Why is Pax one of your favorites? He’s cold-hearted? He’s a quieter you? Or— JACK WARREN: Nah, the dude fucked someone on live TV. HBO threw a fucking fit. I find it weird that they did, but I gotta give him props. WAIT, NO, I should take them a little back. He was fucking Molly Reid. Ew. ✦ MATCH SEVEN – DEFIANCE DESTINY CUP FINALS ✦ SINGLES MATCH Nest vs. Pax Mayson DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and both men walk to the center of the ring. For the first time in HKW, Nest must look up at someone. Pax stares down at Nest, glaring daggers at him the whole while. Nest mutters a few words at him, which makes Pax nod his head affirmatively. Then, they both take a healthy step backward. The referee, Lara Warner, looks at them both for confirmation. BRIAN MASON: I’m not sure what they were talking about, but Nest is in for a special kind of night. He may have the weight advantage, but it’s only about a little under fifteen pounds. Pax isn’t a sloppy brawler either. The man got some power in him that rivals Nest’s. JACK WARREN: I bet he asked him who his barber was. The two step back into the center, but they are throwing punches at each other when it happens. They wrap up in the famous hockey brawl stance and pound away at each other. Warner steps close, but a roar from both men keep her back. She allows them to continue to pummel away, using her better judgment to stay uninvolved. The two break the lock on one another and throw a haymaker. The test of savage strength ends with… Nest on the ground! BRIAN MASON: Wow! The intensity ends with Nest on the ground with Pax looming over him. That’s a rare sight. JACK WARREN: If the Man was in the ring there, it wouldn’t be anymore. That comes from the fact that Nest is a refined wrestler, not focusing entirely on being some barbaric bar fighter. Mayson didn’t walk away without some bruises either. Pax, seeing his opportunity to keep the big man down, leads in with a kick to the underside. He pinpoints his boot into the ribcage, before assaulting the kidney area. Nest, not visibly hurt, starts to get up. Pax pushes him towards the corner with advancing blows, until he is able to drop hammer fists to bring Nest to the ground. He drops down to give Nest some close and personal fists to Nest. Warner starts to get close again, knowing that she should intervene, but she finds herself interrupted by a headbutt by Nest. Pax crawls back and heads back in, but Nest charges forward, burying his shoulder into the chest of Pax Mayson. Pax careens into the ground, but rolls to his feet. When he looks up, he does not see Nest for a moment. His eyes dart over to see Nest coming out his peripheral with a cross body block. They both fall to the mat with Pax under Nest’s weight. Lara hits the mat. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: This is how I expected this match to go. Pax may be strong, but he prefers to keep his opponents under constant pressure. Nest, however, does not fall to pressure easily. He waited to find an opponent and got it through. JACK WARREN: I don’t know how Pax kicked out of that body block. Nest’s too damn big to be jumping onto people. Nest brings the weary Pax to his feet and tries for a running powerslam. Pax tries to drive his elbow into Nest’s head, but it only causes Nest to charge faster and drops him. From there, Nest adjusts his arms and picks Pax up again. He combos the powerslam into a fallaway slam. Pax’s roll comes to a stop. When he starts to get up, Nest rushes in for his Shining Black. Only for Mayson to catch her with a Samoan Drop! He goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Pax rolls backward, taking Nest up with him. The crowd gasps at the athletic spectacle; Pax makes it to his feet holding Nest onto his shoulders. He hits the Fireman’s Carry Slam after a moment of reflection. He steps back onto the ropes, partly winded from the exertion of strength. He takes a deep breath before going back to work. When Nest makes it back to his feet, he meets the end of Pax’s boot, flooring him again. BRIAN MASON: Did you see the way that Nest’s head bounced off the mat? JACK WARREN: Yeah, and it was fucking fantastic! Pax, hearing the crowd’s sharp reaction and seeing the damage he wrought, signals for the end. He goes over to the recovering Nest and picks him up for the Antagonist, but when he tries to drop Nest— Nest flips forward onto his feet! JACK WARREN: Holy shit! Fat man got moves! He hits a hook kick onto the recovering Pax, dropping him to the mat. Nest heaves him up and launches him brutally into the turnbuckle. Pax bounces off with a heavy noise, flying back towards Nest. Nest collides with the fast-approaching Mayson with a high knee. The impact sends Mayson to the mat with the crowd reeling from the collision. Nest, shaking his head, tells the crowd non-vocally to watch closely. He wasn’t finished yet. He brings Pax up, driving his knee into the man’s face, repeatedly. Each strike seems more savage than the last. Mayson tries to fall the mat, not of his own accord more than likely, but Nest brings him back up. He sends him back into the corner and rushes forward, going for his signature Yakuza kick. But he absolutely FLOORED with a hellacious lariat! Nest hits the mat, holding the back of his neck. Pax checks his face for any external injuries. As he does, he goes over to Nest and hooks his arms around his waist. BRIAN MASON: Not from the ground, that’s not— JACK WARREN: If Mayson thinks he can do it, let him dream! BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS SHIT! Pax deadlifts Nest off the mat with a gutwrench. He holds him there for a moment before hurling him over with a suplex. The delayed gutwrench got a hyped reaction from the crowd. Pax goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Pax gets off Nest with an agitated expression. He brings Nest up by the hair, striking him with his knuckles, aimed to directly break something. As he does, he notices that Nest is…smirking. Pax, unrelenting, continues to beat at Nest until Nest starts to get to his feet. Another punch goes like earlier, but Nest remembers the first blow of the match, counters. He shoves Pax off and hits him with Tree Removal (Rolling Kesagiri Chop)! Pax holds his neck, but continues to stand. Nest goes for another Tree Removal, but Pax ducks underneath and kicks Nest in the back of his knee. When Nest falls to that knee, Pax shifts around, picking him up into a vertical suplex. He stands there for a moment, holding Nest up for a good ten seconds. BRIAN MASON: Letting all that blood rush to his— JACK WARREN: He gave him time to think. Nest drives his knee into the unsuspecting Pax’s head. Nest falls forward onto his feet again. He stumbles, but manages to stabilize. He has enough time to catch a reactionary punch from Pax. He twists it around and goes for the turnbuckle. Once again showing that obscure agility of his, he begins to walk the top rope. He gingerly does and then leaps off. HE FALLS INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pax, sparking to complete life, signals that it’s over. He does not take his time, lifting Nest up again and dropping him with his Choke Lifted Spinebuster. He hooks both legs. ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Pax looks down at Nest, shaking his head. He starts to get up, but right as he does, Nest arches his head up to look at him dead in the eye. They share a look, before giving each other an odd smile. JACK WARREN: What’s with HKW and freaks? Reyn, Nicole, these two cunts? And especially that Shane Atwater jackass. Pax “helps” Nest to his feet, pummeling him with knees the whole way up. He sends Nest into the ropes, but does not expect the big man to springboard off and hits him with a Springboard Forearm Smash! Nest goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE—KICKOUT! Nest gets up, growling lowly to himself. He drags Pax up by the hair and heaves him up. He looks out to the crowd for a moment. The knee lift comes and then-- NEST ASSURED CONNECTS! Nest goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT?! The crowd, Lara, the commentators, and even Nest looks a little off by Pax bringing the shoulder up. Nest starts to drag Pax to his feet, showing the bruised face of his opponent. He hits the knee lift again before swinging for the end of a second Nest Assured. IN ONE SINGLE, BEAUTIFUL FLOW, PAX DROPS NEST WITH A SLINGING NECKBREAKER! Not finished with Nest and needing the exclamation point, he brings Nest up onto his shoulders again. THE ANTAGONIST CONNECTS! ONE! TWO! THREE--- BRIAN MASON: No- JACK WARREN: Fucking way. Nest got the shoulder up. Not only that, he managed to give Pax a glare. Instead of being deterred, Pax saw the only way to stop that glare was to hurt him some. DOWN GOES A HEADBUTT! Nest yells out as he moves on the mat. Pax picks him up and sends him into the turnbuckle. Pax follows up with a big boot and starts to get on the top turnbuckle. He motions for Nest to turn around. Nest clears his eyes from the natural tears that came from being bashed in the nose. And he turns around— WITH A NEST KICK TO PAX! BRIAN MASON: HE JUMPED THAT HIGH! JACK WARREN: Okay, Nest wanted to be a high flyer as a kid or some shit! Pax, laid out on the top turnbuckle, is perfect pickings for Nest, who climbs the top rope. He picks Pax up and shifts him around. The roar of the fans follow as Nest has Pax where he wants him. He leaps off… AND HITS A TOP ROPE TREE PLANT! Pax sprawls out on the mat, twitching slightly as Nest goes for a tired cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner and moving onto the Destiny Cup Finals at Destiny…NESSSSSSSSSSSSST! BRIAN MASON: I thought that Pax was going to kick out there, that’s how crazy this match got. You cannot take anything from Pax Mayson here tonight. In this performance, he has proven himself as more than he said he was. Nest is even a bit deterred by this match. JACK WARREN: It doesn’t matter if he is or not. Nest is going on to Destiny. BRING THE CUP HOME FOR DEFIANCE, FATSO! Nest, breathing heavily, nods at the unconscious Pax Mayson. He then leaves the ring with his hands on his hips. Lara checks in on Pax, seeing if he was responsive. Soon enough, she got a nod. As Mayson starts to get to his feet, he gets a round of applause from the crowd. He does not pay them any heed before leaving the ring. WINNER AND ADVANCING TO DESTINY CUP FINALS: Nest via pinfall (15:27) Edited by BB, Jan 4 2017, 11:59 AM.
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ELI ZAYN: Baroness! Can I get a word? The show cuts backstage to where Eli Zayn is marching down a corridor; the camera pans around to reveal his target, the current Bloodlust champion, The Crimson Baroness. She’s visibly in pain, moving slowly after her victory over Ashley Marie Chase earlier this evening, but The Baroness smirks when she sees Eli moving towards her. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Anything for you, sweetie… She turns to face him, trying her best not to wince in pain; the Bloodlust title is slung over one shoulder and her forehead is still damp with sweat, but The Baroness continues smirking as Eli readies himself. ELI ZAYN: We just saw you defeat Ashley Chase in what can only be described as a gruelling, hard fought contest. Congratulations on that, but– THE CRIMSON BARONESS: No buts, sweetie. I did exactly what I said I was going to do, now just congratulate me like a good boy and be on your way. Eli shrugs as he shakes his head from side to side, which only draws an indignant stare from the Bloodlust champion. ELI ZAYN: But if we cast our minds back to Defiance a few weeks ago, then according to Selena you’ve still got one defense left before Destiny. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Shmurda… The name is spoken with disdain; whether this is because of the strong mutual dislike the pair share, or because of TCB’s foiled plan on the last Defiance remains to be seen, however. ELI ZAYN: Which will likely take place in two weeks time on Defiance. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I’m well aware, sweetie. But lets take this one match at a time, shall we? Shmurda will get her chance soon enough, but before then I think it’s important to recognize what tonight represents. What I have achieved thus far. The champion adjusts the belt on her shoulder before continuing. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: A few weeks ago Selena King set the gauntlet down before me. Defeat all three of my challengers and I can walk into Destiny as the Bloodlust champion, and have the chance to defeat them all over again. And so far I have defeated Salem Cartier and Ashley Chase… TCB slaps the belt on her shoulder twice for emphasis, smirking all the while as she proceeds to wips some hair from her face. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: That’s two defenses, sweetie. ELI ZAYN: And you’ve still got one more to go before the fatal fourway match at Destiny. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: True, and that third defense will match the existing record set back in 2015. But the two defenses I’ve amassed so far – when I defeated Salem, when I beat Ashley – that’s one more defense than the two self-proclaimed ‘best’– She uses the air quotes on the last word, and rolls her eyes as she does so. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: –Bloodlust champions managed to achieve between their combined three reigns. It means I can now truly call myself the best Bloodlust champion in HKW history. And soon I’ll be the most dominant Bloodlust champion in HKW history. When I defeat Ashlyn DeLuca and secure that necessary third defense, when I walk into Destiny as the greatest Bloodliust champion that HKW has ever, or will ever see, then you can ask me again how I feel, sweetie. Until then maybe go check on Ashley Chase, and see if she can move that arm yet… The Baroness pats her title belt again before walking away, blowing a kiss to the camera as she goes. Her cackle resonates throughout the corridor as she exits the scene, leaving Eli behind as the show cuts elsewhere. ![]() The show comes back to find one half of The Swiss-Italian Connection, Markus FK looking disappointed as he comes to a stop backstage. MARKUS FK: Damn it, man. Nothing. The Swiss tinge to his accent apparent as he speaks to himself in a frustrated tone, FK throws an angry, dismissive hand into the air. MARKUS FK: Forget this, I’ll see if Ang found anything. The camera then follows the big Swiss as he makes his way to their area backstage, and as he approaches the locker room he can see the door ominously ajar. Looking from left to right in a confused manner, Markus then quickly pushes the door open to find an empty locker room, but for a downed Angelo Sands. MARKUS FK: What the f--...Angelo! Markus quickly kneels down to Sands’ aid, who is slowly stirring as blood drips from his head down onto the locker room floor. The Swiss puts a reassuring hand on the Italian’s shoulder, speaking to him for a moment. MARKUS FK: You’re okay man, you’re okay...we’ll find whoever did this. After a few moments, Markus FK then looks up to the camera man and frowns. MARKUS FK: Go get some help man! Stop filming! The camera man mumbles something back to Markus before the feed goes elsewhere as the camera man goes to get help for the seemingly attacked Angelo Sands. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. WHISPER VIPERI: INTRODUCING FIRST! REPRESENTING THE REAPERS IN PRIDE! HE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING AND DEFENDING HKW WORLD CHAMPION! LAAAAAAAAANCE! WIIIIIIIIIIIIINTERS! He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles. BRIAN MASON: With the Fight Winters app deciding Lance’s opponent, this could quite literally be anyone. JACK WARREN: You put your name in, Mason? BRIAN MASON: Not a chance! Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The lights in the arena shut off completely as the mini titantron turns on and shows violent ocean waves. The ramp lights up with different shades of blue as Where the hood at by DMX plays through the speakers. Once the song kicks in the pyro goes off and the arena lights turn on and flicker wildly to go along with the tune. The fans in attendance stand up in and explode once JAMES SHARK jumps out of the curtains. BRIAN MASON: MY GOD! JACK WARREN: You have got to be kidding me! BRIAN MASON: JAMES SHARK IS BACK IN HKW! I HAD NO IDEA HIS SUSPENSION RAN IT’S COURSE! JACK WARREN: Neither did anyone else apparently... James Shark walks down the ramp in extreme confidence, his head up high and a cocky grin glued to his face. As he nears the ring he looks around at the crowd and motions for a female to flash. It doesn't take long for one attention whore to do so and the camera captures every bit of it as faces of James Shark smiling are used to censor the titties. James takes off his shirt and tosses it at the woman who then proceeds to smell his shirt looking in love. WHISPER VIPERI: And now, the challenger! She clears her throat WHISPER VIPERI: LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN, BOOYS N GIIIRLS, WELLLCOMEEE TO THE JAAAAMES SHAAARK SHOW!! Here's your host, from the mean streets of Brooklyn New York... standing at six feet tall and weighing in a one hundred and ninety pounds! Heeeeeeeeeere's Sharky!!!!!!" Shark runs the rest of the way down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring. Once in the ring he's in there like he owns it, giving orders to both the ring announcer and the referee before jumping up onto one of the turnbuckles. He breathes in the electric energy of the crowd and raises his hands up slowly. He nods his head and begins to talk some smack, the broadcast isn't able to pick up what he's saying but it's pretty easy to read his lips. He jumps off of the turnbuckle and leans against it in the corner, listening to his music - looking relaxed and treating this like just another day. BRIAN MASON: This is a huge match, folks! Just a few weeks before Destiny, and we have a Destiny level main event on Defiance! That’s what I love about this brand! JACK WARREN: Calm down, Mason. Your voice is starting to crack. ![]() ✦ HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ✦ RIP RULES Lance Winters © vs. James Shark DING! DING! DING! After the bell rings the fans are still heard cheering for the now returned James Shark. He hops up and down psyching himself up for the match as he was ready to face off with the Reapers In Pride President. Lance hops off the turnbuckle and laughs in the direction of Shark. Shark is heard talking shit towards the Prez but Lance just keeps laughing as the two began to circle into the center of the ring with their hands up at the ready as if they were going to have a bare knuckled fist fight. The Lance does a little bobbing and weaving acting as if he was in an actual boxing match with the former MLC Champion. Shark wasn’t amused by this as he hits Lance with a quick combo of jabs. Lance stumbles back into the ropes holding his jaw. BRIAN MASON: YEAH! KICK HIS ASS JAMES!!! JACK WARREN: Oh for the love of God, sit the hell down and shut up, Mase! The match just started. Lance looks up to James and laughs a bit as he rubs on his jawline and motions for James to come at him again. The World Champion gets his hands back up and looks to be more serious this time around as his smile fades away. James throws another jab but Lance dodges and counters with a huge uppercut! James stumbles back now to the ropes holding his jaw. JACK WARREN: YEAAAHHH!!!!! BRIAN MASON: Oh shut up! He got one lucky shot on him! JACK WARREN: Yoouuuuu don’t tell The Man to shut up! You shut up! Winters bursts into laughter as he was able to connect with that uppercut. He points and laughs at Shark. Shark was tired of the games as he charges over and tackles Lance down to the mat. He mounts himself on top of him and begins to connect with a barrage of punches. The fans bursts into cheers as they watch Shark take it to the most hated man on the entire Hard Knox Wrestling roster! Shark then gets up to his feet and brings The Prez along with him. Shark hits a couple Knife Edge Chops before sending Lance flying across the ring with a Belly To Belly Suplex! BRIAN MASON: WINTERS HAS WOKEN UP A CAGED MONSTER!? OOHHHH HE’S DONE IT NOW! JACK WARREN: Shark is just going to fail like he did his drug test that had him under suspension! Shark stands back up to his feet and hypes up the crowd. The cheer right along with him as he looks over to Lance who was beginning to get back up to his feet. Shark sprints over to Lance and goes for a High Knee….. NO!!!! Lance catches Shark in midair and hits a Flapjack on Shark that causes his head to go face first into the turnbuckle! The crowd boos as Lance slowly gets back up to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs. He turns to Shark looking doing at him in disgust before he begins to connect with several Curb Stomps with the edge of his boots. The fans continues to boo Lance as he raises up his hands as if he just won the match. JACK WARREN: Haha, there ya go! BRIAN MASON: Goddamnit, right when Shark had him! UGH!!! Lance crouches down to Shark and laughs as he begins to talk shit to him. Feeling as if he wasn’t listening, Lance grabs Shark’s face and begins to yell in his face until he drives his face back into the canvas of the mat. The fans boo as Lance presses Shark’s face against mat. Lance then stands up to his feet while bringing Shark up right along with him only to Irish Whip him into the ropes. As Shark comes back Lance hits a Rolling Spinebuster followed by the first pin fall of the match. ONE TW-----KICKOUT!!! Lance looks over to Hank and shrugs his shoulders. The two share a laugh as Lance gets up to his feet and goes to untie the padding from a corner turnbuckle. James looks up noticing what Lance was up to. Once the padding falls to the ground, James charges over forcing Lance’s back to hit the exposed turnbuckle. Shark then begins to connect with a combination of punches to the torso before ending it with a Dropkick! BRIAN MASON: Yes! Shark is back in control! Now if only he can keep this momentum and take away the World Championship from this good for nothing scoundrel! JACK WARREN: No matter what Shark does, he’s no match for The Prez! Knowing that the match is RIP rules, Shark exits the ring and reaches into the crowd to grab on of their steel chairs! He holds it in half, slides into the ring, but Lance is right there to drop an elbow into the back of Shark’s head! He repeats this two more times while screaming out some sort of incoherent babble, grabbing the chair as he gestures for Shark to rise to his feet. Wobbly, Shark gets to a vertical base and Lance swings the chair… … but Shark ducks it! The chair bounces off the and right back into Lance’s face, opening him up for Shark to bounce off the ropes and land a hellacious spear! Shark grabs a hold of Lance’s arm, turns him onto his belly and locks in a fujiwara armbar! BRIAN MASON: Shark has the armbar locked! In the center of the ring nonetheless! JACK WARREN: Not like that matters in RIP Rules. Shark wrenches back on the pressure. People knew that the simplest hold from someone who had been a World Champion in the sport of Mixed Martial Arts always had the potential to be devastating. Lance seemed to be having a hard time getting out of the armbar due to the fact that Shark had it so tightly (yet skillfully) applied. BRIAN MASON: The longer that Shark keeps that hold on Lance the worse the champion’s arm will be in the long run here! JACK WARREN: No…..Really? The audience cheered Shark on…. They wanted him to dethrone the devilish Lance Winters. A man who historically brought nothing but pain to the people around him. But the cheers seemed to do absolutely nothing but feed Lance’s drive to fight his way out of the armbar. BRIAN MASON: Oh no...Lance is working his way back to his feet... Lance eventually made it to a knee… And then to a vertical base which made the audience irate. Winters proceeded to use his free arm to lay in uppercuts to the mid-section of James Shark. Just as Lance started to break free from the hold Shark abruptly released it. Trash Talk Royalty then went for the Spinning Elbow! Shark connected with the temple of the World Champion sending him back down to the canvas back first! JACK WARREN: I won’t lie that was a vicious elbow. BRIAN MASON: LOOK! LOOK!!!!!! Shark’s going for the cover. Lance might be out! We might have a new champion! Shark hooked one of Lance’s legs in hopes of become HKW World Champion for the first time in his career, ONE! TWO! NO! The rugged Lance Winters managed to get his shoulder up before the referee could come down for the third slap of the canvas. Shark wanted to continue his offense. He guided Lance back to a vertical base, and then attempted a HUGE clothesline up close and personal! The bigger Winters blocked Shark’s clothesline with his arms! Lance then nailed Shark with a Diamond Cutter! BRIAN MASON: He nailed Shark with that cutter…. JACK WARREN: That one was rough. Sayonara Shark! Lance draped his arm over his challenger looking to retain his coveted World Championship on the first Defiance of 2017! The referee dropped down looking to do his job effectively! The way main event caliber referees do them! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! James Shark stayed in it! His hopes of becoming the champion have survived! But like a wild dog, Lance was back on Shark. Mounting the former MLC Champion. Pounding away at Shark’s forehead with a series of harsh rights and lefts. As Lance laid in each vicious punch to Shark’s forehead he yelled out the question: “YOU LIKE TO PUNCH, BUDDY? How about THAT? AND THAT? AND THAT!” BRIAN MASON: This is just vile mockery. JACK WARREN: This is what Shark gets for thinking this would be easy… The assault continued as the crowd began to become uncomfortable with the scenario. But Lance took pride in making the crowd nervous. He loved to have them in the palm of his hand, and to make them feel as helpless visually as his opponents did physically. Lance finally stopped the mauling and ripped Shark to his feet. He launched him into the corner and attempted a running body avalanche, but SHARK JUMPED FORWARD AND LANDED HIS PATENTED SUPERMAN PUNCH! BRIAN MASON: SWAG OUT! OH MY GOD! WE MIGHT HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! JACK WARREN: No. NO! Shark watches Lance collapse to the mat and drops to his knees himself. He falls forward, and just barely covers Lance’s chest with his arm. ONE! TWO!! BRIAN MASON: NEW CHAMPION! THRR JACK WARREN: NO! Lance JUST slid a shoulder up! The crowd let out a collective groan, Shark turning onto his back. He knew that he only needed one more well placed shot to finish Lance off, and took a breather to gather whatever energy he had left. Shark slid back to the nearest corner and reached up to grab a hold of the ropes. With a firm grip, he pulled himself up to his feet and called for one more “Swag Out” as Lance started to show some life. Lance groggily got up, and managed to grab a hold of a chair without Shark seeing! Shark pushed forward and leaped up for the superman punch, but Lance swung the chair upwards and caught Shark underneath the jaw with edge! JACK WARREN: HOME RUN! Shark immediately collapsed, Lance placing the chair on the mat before he ripped Shark to his feet. He shook the cobwebs out, then spiked Shark right onto the chair with his vertical suplex piledriver, also know as the Reaper driver. With a maniacal grin on his face, Lance crawled forward, hooked the leg, and watched the referee make the count. DING! DING!! DING!!! The final bell rang, the grin still on the face of the HKW World champion as he rolled to his knees and threw one arm up in the air. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… AND STIIIIIILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION… LANCE! WINTERS! Referee Greco received the prestigious HKW World championship from the hands of Whisper Viperi and handed it over to the Prez. Lance held the championship high in the air, the referee binging Lance’s other arm up with it. BRIAN MASON: So close… we were so close to crowning a new champion, but somehow… someWAY! Lance Winters pulled this one out. JACK WARREN: Someway? This is what he does, Mason. Eat, sleep, fuck you up, repeat. BRIAN MASON: *sigh* Lance wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced back at the body of James Shark. Lance noticed the chair he used just a few inches away from Shark’s head, and dropped his belt to grab it! BRIAN MASON: What is this?! What is he thinking?! JACK WARREN: Maybe he wants to give him a seat? Stop panicking, Mason. The Reapers in Pride theme song instantly died out as Lance turned Shark onto his stomach and wrapped the chair around his head! BRIAN MASON: Give him a seat?! Does this look like he’s giving him a seat?! JACK WARREN: Heads and necks need a break once in awhile, too… BRIAN MASON: … unbelievable! Lance let out his maniacal cackle as he pointed at the crowd and told them “enjoy watching another one of your heroes die!” Suddenly… BRIAN MASON: LO- LOOK UP, JACK! LOOK! JACK WARREN: WHAT THE HELL!?! Felicity Banks was shown falling from the sky, a harness attached to her upper body. She dropped all the way down until she was in the ring, standing directly behind Lance Winters with no emotion on her face. In her hand wass a tube sock filled with something hard and round, and just as Lance turned around to see what the fans commotion was about… WHAP! Felicity swing the tube sock right at Lance’s jaw, knocking him out! Two pool balls roll out of the ring as Felicity unbuckled herself from the harness and immediately pulled Shark out onto the apron to get him out of harm's way. With Shark gone, Felicity turned back to Lance Winters and began screaming. FELICITY BANKS: You think YOU have power? BANG! Felicity connected with a boot to Lance’s side. FELICITY BANKS: You think YOU have connections? BANG! Another swift kick to the side. FELICITY BANKS: You think YOU run this show?! Felicity mocked Lance’s laughter and then unleashed with a fury of kicks to Lance’s side and back. FELICITY BANKS: I AM THE FUCKING QUEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNAAAAAAAAH OF THIS COMPANY, LANCE! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS-- BANG! Another kick. FELICITY BANKS: --WILL BE! I RUN ALL. OF. THIS. Instead of kicking some more, Felicity turned around and locked onto the same chair Lance was going to use on Shark. The crowd went ballistic as Felicity stepped toward the chair, picked it up, and wrapped it around Lance’s head! Once in position, Felicity moved toward the nearest corner, and climbed all the way to the top rope with the intention of crushing Lance’s throat! JACK WARREN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PUT THE KIDS AWAY! WE’RE ABOUT TO WITNESS DEATH! BRIAN MASON: Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy… Felicity cocked her head to the side as she glared down at Lance and listened to the crowd chanting: CROWD: FELLY’S GONNA KILL YOU! FELLY’S GONNA KILL YOU! She bent down her knees, got ready to jump… ROMEO PRICE: WAIT! STOP THIS! The crowd boos as they wanted to see what Felicity was going to do next. ROMEO PRICE: Stop Felicity! You will not put this World Championship main event in jeopardy! Stop this, right now! Felicity narrowed a brow as she turned her attention to Romeo Price, who was rushing down the entrance ramp. ROMEO PRICE: That is correct, Felicity. I’ve received word that you WILL be cleared in time for Destiny, and the World championship match at Chapter Four will go as scheduled. The crowd came alive for the announcement, but Felicity remained blank. Romeo got right to ringside and pointed for Felicity to get down. ROMEO PRICE: But not If you do what you’re thinking about doing! It’s time to decide what’s more important! Revenge? He pointed at the downed Lance Winters. ROMEO PRICE: Or a shot at the throne at the biggest stage of them all! The ultimatum was made, and Felicity appeared genuinely torn on what to do. She turned her attention to the crowd, then back to Lance. A smirk formed on her face as she dove off.... JACK WARREN: OH SHIT! BRIAN MASON: MY WORD! … but dropped just a few inches away from Lance’s head. Romeo let out a sigh of relief as he waved for security to come down to the ring, Felicity moving in the direction of the HKW World championship on the mat. She picked it up and immediately exited the ring, moving in the direction of the crowd. JACK WARREN: What the hell is she doing?! Celebrating with the people already?! She hasn’t won shit! She won’t win shit! For a reason that only she knew, Felicity spun around and moved back in the direction of the commentary table. She climbed on top of it to held the World championship high in the air as Defiance came to a close with security positioned between the downed champion and the standing challenger. WINNER (and STILL HKW World Champion): Lance Winters via pinfall (16:31)
Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jan 4 2017, 03:29 AM.
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