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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] ✫ [color=#fff]LVII[/color]; LIVE! From the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas | 2.5.2017
Topic Started: Feb 6 2017, 05:37 PM (660 Views)
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Location: Dallas, Texas
Venue: American Airlines Center
Network: HBO


The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance LVII poster!

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The camera is panning around the ringside area, as the rowdy Defiance crowd in Dallas is prepping for the start of the evening. Suddenly, the dull buzz turns to an eruption of confusion, and then cheers as former HKW World Champion, and current Subversion wrestler Shane Atwater comes through the crowd, vaulting over the barricade and making his way to ringside. He grabs a microphone from the timekeeper’s table and rolls into the ring, pounding on the head of the mic to ensure it’s on before he speaks, leaving the staff around ringside more than a little bewildered for the moment.

SHANE ATWATER: Dallas, Texas.

LOUD, cheap pop for the name of the city as Shane paces momentarily, the usual scowl on the man’s face fading only slightly at the reaction to that.

SHANE ATWATER: Honestly...didn’t expect to see you guys on the red brand here again so soon...But it feels real damn good to hear you all again.

Another roar of cheers, as Shane nods.

SHANE ATWATER: But...Good as that feels, to hear that response...I’ve got business to attend to here tonight. I don’t want to be that guy, holding up somebody else’s show, I don’t want to be the guy fucking up the works, but I’ve got something that’s been eating at me. Since Crowned Royalty, since that night in MSG...something’s been fucking with me, and I gotta be honest with you guys...I’m not going to be able to move on until I get it resolved.

There’s a slight buzz from the crowd as Shane paces again, running a hand through his hair.

SHANE ATWATER: I don’t like unfinished business. I don’t like unanswered questions. And the more I’ve thought about it...and after spending some time in the Slaughterhouse, after getting even more of an understanding...I need answers. And that’s why I need Emilio Vialpando to come down to this ring….Right now.

There is a massive eruption of cheers at the sound of Emilio’s name. Shane stays quiet for a moment, watching the entryway and waiting. After a minute of waiting goes by “Cali Lovin” by. Kid Ink hits the PA System and the crowd erupts once more. Hall of Famer Emilio Vialpando steps out onto the stage welcomed by the overly excited fans. He looks around to the fans and nods to them before he begins to make his way down the ramp.

BRIAN MASON: This...This is so surreal right now. Two former World Champions. Two men who tore the Madison Square Garden down in December are here in Dallas, TX on Defiance...TOGETHER!

JACK WARREN: Don’t you dare acknowledge that prick Atwater as a former champion in front of me! Don’t you dare!

Emilio begins to make his way up the steel steps before stepping inside. He walks over to Atwater and shake his hand before he goes over to be handed a microphone by Whisper Viperi. As his theme song dies down, the crowd continues to cheer for Emilio until he quiets them down.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Si..Si, hola Dallas!

Pop.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: I’m not gonna waste any time welcoming you guys to the show or anything like that. Like Shane here, I want answers. Answers to a question that has hanging over the heads of he and I….But everyone here in this company y every person who watched Crowned Royalty. Who...Who the better wrestler between the two of us are.

The crowd cheers as Emilio nods.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: En Diciembre, we witness one of the best matches to ever take place in Madison Square Garden. Whether it be wrestling, boxing, basketball and most recently, mixed martial arts….Me y Shane here? We put on the greatest damn show you all have ever seen in that historic arena. But….But we were all robbed that night despite how good of a show we put on that night. We were robbed of a finish. A result. A question that has been in need of answering for quite some time now…

Vialpando sighs as he looks over to Shane.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: And it is a question that we need to be answered..Soon.

Shane nods at that, eyes never leaving Emilio as the two men stand near mid-ring.

SHANE ATWATER: You’re right. You’re absolutely right. We went to war in MSG, and nothing was solved. Nothing was proven. If I’m going to be able to stand in the middle of this ring week in, week out, every episode of Subversion, every House of Pain, every Pay-Per-View, and tell everyone how good I am. That I’m one of the best professional wrestlers walking this Earth today...If I’m going to be able to say that, and believe it...Then I need to know it for sure. And I won’t know it for sure, until I find out if I can beat you…

He points at Emilio.

SHANE ATWATER:...In the middle of this ring. And I know damn well, that you feel the same way. We both need this. We need proof, and we need answers. And I think if we’re gonna get those answers….There’s only one way to do it.

A slight pause, as Shane closes the gap between himself and Emilio somewhat.

SHANE ATWATER: And that’s at the biggest show of the year.

There’s another eruption of cheers, and chants at the mere idea of Destiny being brought up. The two stare at one another for a moment until Emilio raises the microphone up to his lips.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: If only...It were that easy.

Emilio takes a step back and shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You see we both have went to our respective General Managers well...In Shane’s case their Guest Assistant General Manager. We have went to them asking, no...begging for this match. And what did we get in return? “We’ll see”. “There’s a lot of red tape”. “See what I can do”. Or maybe just even a flat out no.

The crowd boos and Emilio nods.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah, yeah that’s exactly how the both of us feel. In fact, I’m sure you all seen the rumor report about mi y Shane meeting up at the Slaughterhouse Gym en LA or even the TMZ video, jaja. We talked about how both of our brands’ officials are preventing this match from happening.

More boos.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: How they are just lying to our faces just to make us think there is a chance that we can get this issue resolved once and for all. When we both know damn well that this match needs to happen as much as one of the championship matches set to happen at Destiny.

There’s another nod from Shane at that, as the boos continue.

SHANE ATWATER: I don’t know why they’re so against it. I don’t understand it. This match needs to happen. It needs to happen on the biggest stage, definitively, to answer all the questions once and for all. Make all the excuses you want, different brands, timing, this, that...I don’t care. WE don’t care. I don’t know if it’s a power play, or some kind of dick-waving contest between GMs, it doesn’t matter…

Another pause, as Shane considers.

SHANE ATWATER: The ONLY thing that matters, is that this gets done. I don’t care what I have to do, I don’t care what Emilio has to do, I don’t care if we’ve got to set up a ring in the Goddamn parking lot outside of the arena in match and do the thing ourselves. We need this match. And if that isn’t enough for you guys up top, listen to these people.

He turns his attention to the crowd, letting the crescendo build momentarily.

SHANE ATWATER: Destiny. Shane Atwater versus Emilio Vialpando. No more questions. One fall to a finish. Do you people want to see it?

There is a MASSIVE eruption of cheers for that, with the crowd breaking out in various dueling chants for both men. A slight smirk crosses Shane’s face, as he casts a glance back to Emilio and nods slightly. Waiting momentarily for the roar to die down before speaking again.

SHANE ATWATER: Even if you don’t want to listen to me...Even if you don’t want to listen to Emilio...Romeo, Perello...That sound speaks for itself. We want it. These people want it. So give ---

“Hero” by. Skillet hits the PA System and the crowd boos but are mixed with some cheers as Defiance General Manager Romeo Price walks out onto the stage carrying a microphone. He holds up his hand trying to get the fans to quiet down. Emilio and Shane look up the ramp to the general manager in hopes of hearing some good news.

ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen…

The roar from the crowd continues. Price doesn’t look to speak over them as he awaits for them to stop. Once they begin to quiet down he nods to himself and looks down to the ring.

ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen, I’m sorry but I cannot let his continue any longer. Mr. Atwater as much as it is great to see you inside an Defiance ring, I cannot accept this sort of behavior. Mr. Vialpando I have told you I will look to this issue personally and see if we can make this match happen I--

EMILIO VIALPANDO: And yet we have not seen any sort of results. Instead, we all are stuck waiting for an answer. Lo siento Romeo, but we are done waiting. You of all people must know how bad it feels to want to step inside this ring to face someone you having be dying to face off against just to prove whether or not you are better than them.

Romeo sighs as he couldn’t help but agree with knowing the feeling.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: So you can’t honestly stand up there and try and tell us the same thing we have been hearing for weeks...No. We don’t want to hear that anymore. We want our match at Destiny, jefe.

SHANE ATWATER: You know me, Price. You know how I operate. I wouldn’t be standing here tonight, if this wasn’t the right call. I wouldn’t be invading your air time, if this wasn’t something that needs to get done. We’re not asking you to break your backs here. Defiance makes money off of this. Subversion makes money off of this. HKW as a whole makes money off of this. I don’t care about that, but I know guys like you have to. I know the numbers matter, and this? This brings those precious numbers, Price. For you, for Perello, for ownership. And it gives us an opportunity to settle this once and for all.

A pause.

SHANE ATWATER: It’s like he said. You’ve been in this ring. You know what it’s like to have those unanswered questions. To never know for sure. You’ve got an opportunity here to let us get that closure, and give you one of the biggest pay-per-view matches of all time. So I’m going to need you, Perello, whoever is up there on that board who is hedging against this, I’m going to need EVERYBODY to face facts. This match needs to happen. And you need to make it happen.

The fans being to chant “Make It Happen” around the arena. Romeo looks around to the fans and shakes his head.

ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen, I know how the two of you are feeling. I assure you both that Me and Joey are trying to make this match happen. You have to give us time.

Emilio rolls his eyes not believing a word that Romeo said.

ROMEO PRICE: Now, Mr. Vialpando I believe you have a match to prepare for tonight and Mr. Atwater, I don’t mind if you stick around for the show but I must ask that you exit that ring so we can get this show back on track.

The fans booed Price as Emilio looked as if he wanted to say something but bit his tongue. Shane gave Emilio a glance, shaking his head before turning his attention back to Romeo.

SHANE ATWATER: Out of respect…

There's a few more boos at that, and Shane sighs, trying to get them to die down somewhat before continuing.

SHANE ATWATER: Out of respect for you, and for this brand...I’ll go. But as far as this goes? I’m not letting it go. We’re not going away. And your time...Perello’s time...It’s running out. Get it done.

Another burst of cheers for that. Shane turns his attention to Emilio for a moment.

SHANE ATWATER: And as for you...I’ll be seeing you.

Another small eruption of cheers for that, as Shane drops the microphone, locking eyes with Emilio one more time before giving him a nod, dropping down to roll out of the ring as some of security meets him to escort him to the back. Vialpando paces back in forth in the ring and watches as the security guards escort Atwater up the ramp. Emilio then stares up at Romeo shaking his head as the scene then fades away.

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Backstage, Hunter is seen sitting on a couch in his locker room with his wrestling bag sitting next to him and dressed in street clothes. Looking up, he’s watching Defiance on a large television mounted on the wall in the room. He sees they’ve cut backstage to him sitting there and turns to the camera. He gives the thumbs up signal to everyone watching and smiles. He pretends to offer everyone some of his popcorn before going back to watching the video on the screen. The crowd pops for a second seeing the wrestler that isn’t scheduled tonight is in the building. We cut back to the commentary desk where they say that we’ll hopefully be seeing Hunter Werth in action at the next show before carrying on with the next event.

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Making their way into the arena are Angelo Sands and Markus FK, The Swiss-Italian Connection, both dressed in street clothes as neither of them are in action tonight. The two look around a bit before realizing that the cameras on them, forcing both to motion to them.

ANGELO SANDS: Can we help you, guys?

One of the cameramen clears his throat before he explains why they’re here.

CAMERAMAN: We just wanted to get your thoughts on the attacks both of you have suffered the past two Defiances?

Angelo sucks his teeth before he responds.

ANGELO SANDS: You want my thoughts on getting jumped by whoever it was and getting knocked out cold? You really want my thoughts on whoever has been doing this?

He shakes his head.

ANGELO SANDS: First things first, we’re going to find who did this and when we do, we’re going to beat the goddamn brakes off of them. Now, as for my thoughts on this? Well, I think that I’m pretty pissed off that whoever it is that’s been jumping us hasn’t had the spine to come and challenge us face-to-face. I think we’ve got a bitch or two running around here and we need to LET EM KNOW who the fuck they’re dealing with.

Markus nods before rolling his shoulders, clearly agitated.

MARKUS FK: I mean, yeah - we get it. Clearly someone doesn't like us. But Ang is right, whoever is doing it is a fucking coward. And you know, we’ve been asking around, trying to get the slightest clue to figure out who the fuck is doing this and guess what? We have no fucking idea.

He clenches his fist, anger and frustration clear on the young Swiss’ face.

MARKUS FK: So tonight, we ain't wrestling, again - so we’re going to turn this fucking arena upside down until we find the little fucking bitches that are doing this to us. And then? I'm snapping their spines in half.

Angelo and Markus both nod at one another, then make their way into their team locker room nearby. They open the door and both enter after turning on the lights, but the lights go right back out a second later and the door slams shut before some commotion begins in there. The cameramen then both rush over and open the door before finding the light switch and turning it on! Angelo and Markus are both standing next to each other and are looking at their assailants.

ANGELO SANDS: You?!

The camera pans over to show none other than Amber and Cyrus, the Distorted Archetypes! Both Angelo and Markus look absolutely pissed and they both go to attack, but Amber and Cyrus duck at the last second and run out of the locker room. Angelo and Markus both try to chase after them, but stop at the door when they realize that the Global Tag Team tourney finalists have hightailed it out of the arena.

The two men then look at one another before Angelo finally breaks the silence.

ANGELO SANDS: We need to go find Price and we need to get our chance at getting our hands on these assholes. Let’s go.

Sands leaves the locker room first before FK follows, neither looking happy at all about what just happened as the show cuts elsewhere.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!

Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, she is VERONICA TAYLOR!!!

"Earthquake" by Labrinth blared throughout the arena as the lights go off and Zack Jones steps through the curtain, dressed in a silver glow in the dark hoodie. He bobs his head before the beat kicks in and Jones turns around, revealing his name in gold on the back. The lights then slowly come back on as Zack looks back at the audience, a big smile on his face. Jones then quickly races down to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible. He then slides into the ring before quickly getting to his feet and racing towards a corner. Jones then hops on the turnbuckles and removes his hoodie before dropping it to the outside of the ring. He then points at different members of the audience before dropping down and leaning up against his corner, a big smile on his face.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, he is ZACK JONES!!!

The lights dim to full darkness as intro voice of Lupe Fiasco’s voice speaks. The quote standing out is ‘They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves’

At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively. He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, he is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions...DEMARCUS GRESHAM!!!

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
DeMarcus Gresham vs Veronica Taylor vs Zack Jones


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings and Zack goes right after DeMarcus, catching him with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes! Jones then gets to his feet and turns around to a dropkick as well as Veronica is waiting for him to turn around! Taylor takes over after that and begins stomping away on the young man from Philadelphia! DeMarcus then tries sliding in, but Veronica catches him with a knee drop to the back of the head, giving her full control over both men as the audience boos.

BRIAN MASON: Is this the strategy Veronica should run with?

JACK WARREN: Absolutely. She’s much smaller so she’s gotta make sure they can’t get up.

The Pretty Committee member then waits for the Team DLC member to get up before she runs forward and catches him right in the skull with a running knee lift, dropping him to the mat! She goes for the cover on the young man as the audience boos!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Taylor gets to her feet after the kickout and sees Gresham getting up as well, so she catches him with a running knee lift also, dropping him to the mat! She went for the cover again as the audience booed her!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: She’s gotta do more than that, right?

JACK WARREN: Yeah. I hate Zack Jones but I can admit he’s resilient. And DeMarcus ain’t exactly a walk in the park either.

Zack is slow to his feet again and Veronica is up as she waits for him to get up. Once he does and turns around, Taylor attempts to superkick him, but he catches her foot and spins her around before catching her with a leg lariat to the back of the head! Jones then grabs her and tosses her out of the ring as he turns his attention to Gresham. He grabs DeMarcus and pushes him up against a corner before firing off with multiple kicks to the chest!

BRIAN MASON: Jones is taking it to Gresham right now!

JACK WARREN: You can tell the little fuck wants to pin DeMarcus so that he can shut him up.

Jones stops kicking Gresham in the chest when he sees Taylor getting back on the apron, so the Team DLC member catches her with a dropkick that sends her falling off of the mat and back down onto the ground! He then waits for her to get up before running the ropes, then sailing through them, knocking her down with a suicide dive as he lands on his feet! He then slides back into the ring and sees DeMarcus charging at him, so he catches him with a spinning heel kick before going for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Jones is all over right now!

JACK WARREN: He ain’t getting this three count though!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Zack sighs after he only gets a two count. He sees Veronica getting up though, so he runs the ropes again after getting up and takes her down with a tope con hilo before sliding back in and running right at DeMarcus, who damn near takes his head off with a lariat!

BRIAN MASON: YIKES!

The HKW World Tag Team champion slowly gets up and looks down at one of his challengers before grabbing him and tossing him into the corner! DeMarcus then hit a big corner splash before hooking Zack’s head and planting him in the center of the ring with a bulldog! He went for the cover again as the audience booed!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: So close!

Veronica tries to get back in the match, but a boot to the side of the head sends her falling back down onto the ground outside! Gresham then waits for Jones to get up before charging forward and spearing the young man out of Philly as hard as he could before he went for the cover again, the audience continuing to boo!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Still not enough!

JACK WARREN: What will be is the real question.

DeMarcus gets up after the near three count and begins arguing with the ref, questioning his ability to do his job correctly. While he’s doing this, Veronica climbs a corner he has his back turned to. When he does turn towards her, she leaps off and takes him down with a diving crossbody! Taylor then gets to her feet...and turns right into a superkick from Zack Jones! The audience pops as Jones goes for the cover, hooking both legs!

BRIAN MASON: Superkick from out of nowhere by Zack Jones!

JACK WARREN: Don’t let this fuck win, please!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Veronica throws her shoulder up and Zack looks annoyed that she did before he turns to DeMarcus, who’s slowly getting up. As soon as he’s up, Jones catches him with a headbutt to the chest that drops him and allows the Team DLC member to grab his legs before locking him into a sharpshooter! Gresham screams out in pain, but he’s too close to the ropes, allowing him to grab a hold of them and force the break as Jones releases him immediately.

BRIAN MASON: Bad position to lock in that submission.

JACK WARREN: Ya think?

Zack grabs DeMarcus and slowly gets him back before pushing him back into the corner and firing off with chops, punishing DeMarcus. But Veronica eventually comes in and catches Zack with an eye rake after spinning him around before tossing him out of the ring and taking it to DeMarcus, eventually catching the cornered wrestler with a superkick that slumped him down onto the corner! She then drags him out of there and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Veronica gets to her feet and quickly puts DeMarcus into a triangle choke only a few seconds later as the audience boos, not wanting the Pretty Committee member to win! It looks like Gresham might fade at the end, a big grin appearing on Taylor’s face, but Jones slides back in and catches her with a kick straight punt to the head, forcing her to break the triangle choke!

BRIAN MASON: Jones with the save!

JACK WARREN: Looks like he’s got the match on lock. Shit.

Zack backs into a corner and waits for Veronica to get up, which she takes a long time to do. Once she does get up and stumbles towards his direction, the young man runs forward and plants her down with the spinning sitout shoulder jawbreaker! Taylor is out and Jones goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: TILT-A-WHIRL! IT’S OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-DEMARCUS YANKS ZACK OFF!

Gresham then tosses Jones out of the ring before going for the cover himself as the audience boos while the ref counts!

JACK WARREN: YES!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...DEMARCUS GRESHAM!

Gresham quickly rolls out of the ring afterwards and the ref follows, raising his hand as he looks at the ring and watches Zack get back in, looking annoyed at the fact that he had the match won and then stolen from him.

WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham (9:02)
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The cameras at first are focused in on a close-up of the HKW iTV Championship belt and its nameplate which reads "Viktor Volkov". They slowly pan out to a wide shot revealing the current holder of the Championship and his RIP teammate A.G. III ahead of their six person tag later tonight against Felicity Banks, Emilio Vialpando and Jackie Fowler. Currently, the more animated A.G. III is carrying the bulk of the conversation, trying to hype up the stoic Volkov.

A.G. III: -- and it look good yawl, it feels right, iTV Champ BIG VIK! More gold back where it belongs here in RIP and almost as important, not with JACKASS Fowler's stupid limey ass.

She nods her head.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Foolish men always sound like the bravest until the Red Wolf comes hunting. This is my title now. Now, and forever.

A.G. III: That damn right! And you best believe I'm making sure that belt stays right here in the club.

She clarifies her statement, so she isn't misinterpreted - Volkov nodding along with her as he takes a sip from his flask.

A.G. III: Don't get me wrong, you can murder all sorts of fuckers to death, but you know how it is 'round here. C-O-N-spiracies, devil magic, all them tryna FUCK us outta what's rightfully ours! So I got your back, some real Squad of the Year type shit. We the best damn group of friends in this whole place, which is why we gonna run over them fucks tonight! They don't got the bond we all do! I mean, people all know how tight me and Luke are, but look how good we work as a team!

Alexis gives a thumbs up.

A.G. III: We was a well oiled machine working together to get you in that title match. It like we share the same brainwave, we on the same frequency! JACKASS Fowler, Emilio, Fel ... who I BEAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THA DAYUM RING-AH don't got that same connection! Emilio and Banks might both be Hall of Famers, but we got a stronger bond than that! A bond through the magic of Billy Blanks Tae Bo!

She begins performing what appears to--maybe?-- be a Tae Bo routine, throwing a squatting front kick to the knee at the air, then a back sweep and finally a jumping toe kick, muttering to herself with each one "Kick low, sweep low, Rob Lowe ..." Pausing to cock her head at the large Russian, she queries.

A.G. III: You been peeping them Billy Blanks videos I sent you?

Viktor stares at her for a long, silent moment, before responding, his voice as emotionless as his facial expression.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: No. And I never want to know. I’ll stick to what I do.

A.G. III: Aight, but still, besides that we practically the same! Name a hobby, Vik!

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Hunting...people.

He takes another swig from his flask as Green pumps her fist.

A.G. III: Yeah! That! Like, one time at Florida State I had to crack some bitches skull in my dorm over a low flow American Standard toilet from Home Depot!

A moment of silence follows, before she starts contorting her face and going "psst" while jerking her neck back and to the left, trying to motion for Big Vik to look behind her. Something seems to be lost in translation, but the cameras to turn to capture what she was motioning towards. It is revealed that she's taped a large cue card to the locker room wall behind her, reading: "VV: I've heard about those! Tell me, about how much water per flush do you typically save with a low flow American Standard toilet from Home Depot?" Looking sheepish that her blatant attempt to work in some product placement has been sniffed out, she snaps at the camera crew.

A.G. III: Don't film the damn wall! Film me! Film the iTV Champ Big Vik! What matters is me, him and Luke are gonna wreck house because RIP run this joint! And nobody ever gonna take these belts from us! Right, Vik?

He nods as he stands, slamming down his flask as he does so.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: That’s right. The belt stays with the Reapers.

The Red Wolf runs the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away any liquid caught in his moustache before he pivots, swinging on his Reapers In Pride cut.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Come on...

He says, throwing his title back over his shoulder.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: We’re gonna go find Wisia.

With that, A.G. III animatedly nods along as she follows the Sgt. In Arms out of the locker room in search of their brother, Luke Wisia.

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Ashley Chase has just arrived at the arena and walks inside pulling her luggage behind her. She walks through the parking area saying hi to all the backstage employees when she is approached by HKW interviewer Eli Zayn

ELI ZAYN: Ashley Chase tonight you face off against Brian Stryker and i was wondering if i could get your thoughts on this big match?

Ashley continues walking while Eli attempts to keep in stride with her.

ASHLEY CHASE: Hi Ashley. How are you doing today? Well Eli I am doing great thanks for asking.

Ashley gives Eli a dirty look

ELI ZAYN: *clears throat* Hi Ashley. How are you doing today?

Ashley for the first time stops walking and smiles at Eli.

ASHLEY CHASE: Aww Eli that is so nice of you to ask. I am doing great today. Now what was your question?

ELI ZAYN: Tonight you face off against Brian Stryker and i was wondering if i could get your thoughts on this big match?

Ashley gets a huge grin on her face.

ASHLEY CHASE: It feels great Eli and you know why it feels great? Because for the first time in weeks I can honestly say I am facing somebody that i actually respect in the ring. Brian Stryker has earned my respect because he went through hell against my buddy Sully over the Bloodlust title and even when Ash beat him down and made him bleed he never gave up. He kept coming back for more and he finally won that title and let's face it if not for the Purge and that nutjob Nicole this match tonight might very well be for that title.

Ashley starts walking again as Eli again tries to keep stride with her.

ELI ZAYN: Since he is a former Bloodlust Champion do you feel as if a win tonight will prepare you better for the Bloodlust division?

ASHLEY CHASE: Yes and No. Obviously this is not Bloodlust rules as it is a normal wrestling match but still when i pin Stryker tonight i will show that i am ready for that next chapter and I will use tonight as a launching pad to reclaiming MY Bloodlust championship from either Crimson or DeLuca.

Ashley and Eli arrive at her locker room but before she can go inside Eli has another question that gets Ashley’s full attention.

ELI ZAYN: Speaking of TCB and Ashlyn DeLuca. Do you have a preference on who wins the big cage match tonight?

Ashley laughs at this.

ASHLEY CHASE: No i do not care who wins. Hell they can beat the hell out of each other tonight and knock each other out for all I care. Tonight I hope they kill each other in there because i will pick the bones of whatever is left because like I said that belt is mine and mine alone. Crimson is just holding it for me until i take it back and i will take it back because i learn from my mistakes and don’t repeat them Eli. Now if you'll excuse me I have to get ready and then after i beat Stryker I will sit back and relax and watch the carnage that is the Bloodlust title match!

With that said Ashley walks into her locker room as Eli starts looking around for somebody else to talk to until he spots the catering table and makes a beeline for it.

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We cut back to ringside as Whisper Viperi is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.

WHISPER VIPERI: Per order of the HKW Board of Directors, Both Alex Reyn and Brian Stryker have been booked into a Grudge Match at Destiny: Chapter Three! However, should either man lay a hand on the other, the match will be void and the offending party’s contract will be immediately terminated!

As 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: The following contest is set for one-fall! On the way to the ring, from Newark, NJ, Riley Lynn!

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.

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.

BRIAN MASON: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to take this time to announce that HKW has parented with Evolve to show the most monumental moments of Alex Reyn and Brian Stryker's career. This will be available to stream at 6PM tomorrow night, and right now, you can watch the first career match of both Alex Reyn's and Brian Stryker on Evolve!

WHISPER VIPERI: A-and the opponent! 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 stare down his opponent.

SINGLES MATCH
RILEY LYNN vs. ALEX REYN


DING! DING! DING!


As the bell rings, Riley seems wary of Alex, nervously keeping her distance. Suddenly Alex charges her and almost takes her head off with a running superkick!

The blow connects with a loud 'crack!' and Riley drops like a stone. But Alex isn't done and lights up her ribs with hard, vicious kicks. Stomping down onto her arms, ribs stomach and even head. Desperate to get away, Riley scrambles towards the ropes, but Alex is right on top of her. Grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her into the ropes before striking her dead on the chin with a knee-lift on the return.

He grabs her wrist again and whips her into the corner before flattening her with a corner splash, then whips her into the opposite corner and SPEARS her in that corner! Riley slumps forward, but Alex grabs her by the throat to hold her up as he repeatedly slams his knees into her ribs while she's trapped in the corner.

Grabbing her by the back of the neck, he runs up the ropes and jumps off, bringing her throat down HARD onto the top rope! She reels back, grabbing her throat and coughing as he springs of the ropes for a springboard huricanrana! Alex has no interest in pinning her just yet, however. And as she struggles to her knees, he places his heel on the back of her neck and violently stomps her face into the mat! Grinding his heel down on the back of her neck.In a suprising burst of strength though, Riley manages to push herself up and suddenly LAUNCHES herself at Alex Reyn! Swinging wildly at him like a rabid animal!

Alex manages to evade the assault and hits back with a palmstrike, but Riley ducks and catches him with a school boy that she immediately tries to turn into a half crab, only for Reyn to shove her backwards. He goes for a spinning wheel kick but hits nothing but air as Riley smartly rolls out the ring. Alex tries to press the assault as he comes out after her, but as he charges in, Riley suddenly catches him with a drop-toehold that smashes his face onto the edge of the ring steps!

Blood begins to drip onto the steps and it's clear that the blow has cut Reyn's forehead open, but Riley is showing no mercy. Taking violent revenge for Reyn's earlier actions, she begins savagely stomping his face further and further into the steel! Alex tries to fight back, lashing out with a backhand but the blood dripping into his eyes blinds him and Riley easily dodges, grabbing him by the shoulders and ramming him headfirst into the ringpost on the opposite side!

As Alex slumps from the impact and tries to crawl away to get his bearings, Riley runs up onto the apron, then double jumps onto the top rope before flying off with a suicide Riley-Go-Round!

Even the crowd has to give props to that and Riley grins cruley as she picks Reyn and rolls him back into the ring, going for the pin.

ONE!






TWO!!












KICKOUT!!


Riley growls in annoyance and slams her forearm into the bloody cut repeatedly before digging her thumb into it like she's trying to tear it open! Reyn isn't idle however and claws at her eyes in retaliation, forcing Riley to reel back before he pops her eyeball like a wet grape. As Riley backs away, clutching her eye. Reyn slowly rises to his feet. Blood still drips from the cut, but he closes his eyes and breathes deeply to centre himself. Riley thinks she sees an opening and moves in to mow him down with a clothesline, but Alex can easily hear her coming and ducks low. Lashing out and connecting with a spinning back kick that bends her double before kicking her in the face taking her of her feet with a legsweep, and dropping an elbow onto her chest!

He goes for a dragon sleeper, but Riley counters it by roling the move into a hammerlock! She transitions into a side-headlock, raking at Reyn's cut but Alex shoves he into the ropes and uses that to counter into a drop-toehold! Immediately transitioning into his single knee camel clutch!

He wrenches back on the hold, but Riley manages to grab his arm and slip out, turning the move into a fujiwara armbar! She wrenches back, but they're too close to the ropes and Alex manages to get his foot on them to cause a break.

The referee begins his count, and Riey reluctantly breaks on four. Growling in frustration. As Alex tries to get some feeling back into his arm, she comes in with a shining wizard, only for Reyn to parry the attack and retaliate with a punching combo of his own!

The strikes hit home and Alex grabs Riley's wrist, pulling her into a snap DDT that he instantly turns into a guilotine chokehold! The move is locked in tight, but Riley begins to rise to her feet, reversing the grip on the necks....

CRADLE DDT FROM RILEY!!

COVER!

ONE!









TWO!!










THR-!!







ALEX KICKS OUT!!


Riley is able to control her frustration this time, however. She smells blood in the water. Thrusting her hands up into the air for her "Level Up" taunt, she begins counting

RILEY LYNN: Level 2! Level 3! Level 4! Level 5!

The crowd knows what's coming, but so does Reyn. Wisely rolling onto his stomach so that he's facing Riley. Not allowing her to get behind him.

So Riley just decides to change tactics.

As Reyn rises to his feet, Riley leaps up for a codebrea-

No!

Reyn counters! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

ONE!






TWO!!












RILEY KICKS OUT!!


Both wrestler's roll to their feet, eyes fixed squarely on each other. They know the match will be decided in the next move...

They dash towards each other, but Reyn is a little bit faster and attacks with a superkick like he had at the start of the match!

Only, THIS time Riley ducks behind him!

She leaps up onto his shoulders! LEVEL 9! (Poisoned Rana)

No!

Alex ducks low and throws her forward!

EAST WIND CUTTER!!!

COVER!

ONE!










TWO!!










THREE!!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner! Alex! Reyn!

As his victory is declared, Alex coldly rolls out the ring, the only acknowledgement of his opponents existence being the stiffness in which he walks to the back as his adrenaline begins to fade.

Meanwhile, as Riley begins to recover from having her skull driven into the mat, it slowly dawns on her what just happened.

She had failed.

She had lost.

Again.

She rolls out the ring, stumbling around as though in a daze.

She had lost.

Again.

She…

She had…

She had LOST!

A chair is in her hands and she doesn’t know how. All she can hear is the sound of her own wordless screaming as she slams the metal into the ring post over and over again! Feeling the chair warp and twist from the impact! As quickly as it began, the screaming suddenly stops and Riley collapses like a puppet with it’s strings cut. String blankly down the aisle...

WINNER: ALEX REYN via pinfall (9:16)
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Defiance returns to the ringside area after the adbreak, the crowd patiently waiting for the continuation of the show. The camera's focus in on Jack Warren and Brian Mason behind the announce table, a doofy grin on Mason’s face as he begins to speak.

BRIAN MASON: Quite a night we’ve had here so far, and we’re just getting started! We still have some pay per view quality matches coming up, but we’d like to change gears a little. A few months ago we witnessed quite possibly the most heinous and despicable act to ever occur on Hard Knox television.

JACK WARREN: I still think it was warranted.

Mason rolls his eyes, but continues to block out his broadcast colleague.

BRIAN MASON: In what some called a legitimate crime, we saw the Reapers in Pride drive an eighteen wheeler into the side of an ambulance where an already lifeless Felicity Banks was trapped after a vicious assault by the same group. Felicity hasn’t spoke much about the incident, but in two weeks time, Defiance will air my sit down interview with the HKW Triple Crown winner, and here’s a little sample of what you can expect...

Mason gives the nod and the feed transitions to the knoxotron.

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Inside the Hard Knox Headquarters in Times Square, Brian Mason sits comfortably in a chair across from Felicity Banks, the video preview cutting right to the middle of the interview.

FELICITY BANKS: I’ve become … soft really, and I didn’t realize it until I sat at home and saw people question whether I’d come back or not. What happened that night on Defiance needed to happen because I needed something to wake me the hell up. I needed something to remind me what exactly we in HKW deal with regularly because I really, really got too comfortable in those hallways. Where I was? The way I was thinking? I don’t think I would’ve beat Lance Winters at Destiny that way.

She leans back in her chair, her face clear of any emotion.

FELICITY BANKS: But now? I don’t think Lance is going to live to tell the story of how he lost the HKW World championship to the Supreme at Destiny.


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The video statics out and we go backstage where Felicity Banks herself is seen taping her hands and wrists outside her locker room. The camera focuses in on the noticeable two inch scar on Felicity’s neck, but their attention goes elsewhere once they hear a very familiar voice.

JACKIE FOWLER: Well look who we got ‘ere, eh?

Felicity turns her head to see the figure, strutting through the backstage area wearing a black Wanted t-shirt and a flat cap. It’s clear he is already in his ring gear, wearing his traditional powder blue shorts and matching boots. He bares a cocky, surefire grin, but there is grim determination in his eyes. The man, former Interbrand Television Champion Jackie Fowler, parks himself next to Felicity, his eyes scanning her to read her mood and feelings.

JACKIE FOWLER: How yer feelin’, mucker? You up for causing a ruckus, eh?

Banks is silent, nodding her head as she continues to tape her wrists. Fowler leans in next to her, gazing out into the distance.

JACKIE FOWLER: Look, Fel… I know how you feel, alright? Well, you’ve gone through a wee bit more than me wit’ the crash and all that malarky, but yeah… Pissed ain’t the word, innit?

Banks spins the tape around her wrist one more time, then tosses it onto the nearest equipment crate.

FELICITY BANKS: Nope. Not even close. I was pissed when they kidnapped my dog. I was pissed when they cost me a match here and there, but now?

The Triple Crown winner shakes her head, unable to think up a word to describe how she felt.

FELICITY BANKS: I don’t know. I don’t think there’s a word that even comes close to explaining how I feel. Pissed is just the beginning of it. Everything else? Luke, Volkov’s bi-polar ass, and the fact that this damn company didn’t even attempt to punish RIP for what they did? All of that disgusts me and makes me feel…

She stops, leaning her back against her locker room door.

FELICITY BANKS: Uneasy, I guess. Not like I really wanted them to get punished for it, but it says a lot when there isn’t even a fucking attempt!

Fowler nods his head, taking a swig of water from a bottle he was carrying. He snorts, nodding his head in agreement once more.

JACKIE FOWLER: I’ve been questionin’ that meself. You asked one person, you get passed to another. You get passed to that person, they ain’t in the office because of other commitments. You get through to them after a few days and they wanna pass that over to someone else because they don’t want none of that. It’s becoming beyond a fucking joke. And that statement from Price? Because pile of raging bull I’ve ever heard of. Full immunity, my arse. Let’s see if they’re immune to a beating from a brick shithouse.

Fowler seems fired up, the Bastard of Bowland clenching and unclenching his fists as he rests the water down on a crate, spitting upon the floor.

JACKIE FOWLER: Now… I’m in a similar boat as you, right? Not as intense as a car wreck, but you get what I mean. I’ve been a friggin’ target since nigh on day one when that backstabbing, bitch arse cousin of yours decided to forgo friendship for a dental appointment. I’ve had that locker room pass around Alexis breathing down me neck for months now, and with this shit with Volkov and the pretty pennies in referee’s back pockets, everything is going to shit.

Fowler looks down, the Ripper shaking his head as he rifles through his words.

JACKIE FOWLER: Yanno, you try to warn people about this, they don’t want none. I went to Subversion to try and explain, they don’t want it. I go round the locker room here, they don’t want it. You go to management, they don’t want it. Nobody wants it. They just wanna brush it all under the carpet, pretend it didn’t happen and go along with their merry lives. I ain’t standing for that. You look at the other muckers who when stormed through by these Reaper bellends when I was. What did they do? Swallowed their pride and walked. The Board is walking on this. Price is walking. Risky is walking. No one is doing eff all.

Jackie begins to pace around, warming himself up as he jogs on the spot.

JACKIE FOWLER: If they won’t… I will. And I know you will as well. But, what’s it gonna friggin’ take for them to wake the hell up and actually do something? More than a car wreck? A fatality? Is that is what it’s gonna take to get them to actually do something?

Fowler begins shaking his head as he paces. The recent Young Guns Cup semi-finalist looking beyond pissed.

JACKIE FOWLER: Maybe I should take this booking as a blessing. Not like I’ve been given the opportunity to get any measure of revenge for the shit they pulled the other week. I don’t even know where me path leads to Destiny, so I might have to carve a path tonight. And Luke, fuck, he’s been ducking me for months now. If I end up in the ring with him tonight, I’m gonna kick him so hard in the dick that if him and his missus even consider reproducing, he’s gonna have to be the one who gives birth.

Felicity can’t help but chuckle at Fowlers choice of words, her body less tense than it was before.

FELICITY BANKS: Honestly? I think they get away with this stuff because they’ve been allowed to do it for years. They even worked with Blake at one point, and now they have their VP as the Subversion general manager! They’re stronger now than they were before and it’s all because no one's really tried to stop them completely… until now.

She stares down at the ground, a sigh filled with frustration escaping her body before she continues.

FELICITY BANKS: This is what’s needed though. I’m glad SOMEONE actually wants to put a stop to this mess because I know this isn’t a war I can win alone. I need…

Another sigh. This one more hesitation filled over frustration.

JACKIE FOWLER: … help?

Felicity nods her head, not wanting to say the word herself. Fowler nods, clicking his tongue as he considers his words.

JACKIE FOWLER: You’re a proud woman, I get that. Actually admitting you need help is a brave move… But it seems we got the same mindframe, at least. One person ain’t gonna take the Reapers down, one mind, one action, one what the frig ever.

Jackie extends his hand out.

JACKIE FOWLER: I want what you want, the Reapers out of this place. Not for a night, not for a month, for good. I’m with you, if you're with me? I got your back, if you’ve got mine.

Banks stares down at her partner's hands and meets him halfway, nodding her head in agreement before she turns around and walks back into her locker room. Satisfied with the interaction, Fowler gives off his own nod and walks in the direction that he came from as Defiance cuts to another part of the arena.

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We go backstage once again, this time Hunter Werth is standing in front of his locker in his wrestling gear. He’s taping up his hands, but the fans in the arena seem unsure why they see him on the screen getting ready for a match. Hunter looks up and sees the camera. He puts a finger up to signify for them to hold on one second. He brings the medical tape up to his mouth biting to rip it before taping it off on his hand. He then looks into the camera.

HUNTER WERTH: You never know. They could need someone to fill in at any point. I’ll be ready.

Hunter then goes back to continuing to tape his other hand now. As the camera begins to walk backwards panning out from him. The feed then fades back into the arena where the commentators begin talking about what’s next.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH!

Before Whisper can continue on with the introductions, referee Bryce Cannoli slides inside the ring and whispers something in Whispers ear. Whisper scrunches her face and gives the rookie official a “what?” face before she brings the microphone back to her mouth.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Aries Armadaist is protesting against Defiance and will not compete on this show until, and I quote, “HASHTAG ARIES GETS BOOKED IN CANADA!”

Laughter, boos and even a few positive cheers are heard throughout the arena, but none of this sways Whisper away from what she’s doing.

WHISPER VIPERI: Therefore, this match is now a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! INTRODUCING FIRST…

The lights cut out, leaving the stage shadowed in darkness before a single spotlight blooms, highlighting Pax Mayson, black hoodie pulled up over his head so that his face is in the shadows and completely unreadable.

WHISPER VIPERI: Weighing in at 251 lbs from Sweetwater, OK... Pax Mayson!

He ignores the crowd as he saunters to the ring, gripping the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. Once in the ring, he sheds his hoodie, staring out at the crowd with dead eyes before his attention focuses on his opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent!

Now by Paramore plays as Caitlin Bellamy struts out from the back, chewing gum. She doesn't even bother acknowledging the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. When she gets to the steel steps, she looks over at one of the young fans in the front row and mock cries before calling the fan a baby.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Maui, Hawaii, Caitlin Bellamy!

She climbs the steps and steps between the ropes as she struts into the corner and leans back against the turnbuckle, blowing a bubble before spitting the gum into the crowd.

WHISPER VIPERI: And THEIR opponent!

The audience turns their attention to the entrance for the arrival of Jinx Hextall while Pax Mayson and Caitlin B shout only the most pleasant of words at one another. Another ten seconds goes by without the sound of Jinx’s theme song, both of her opponents now curious enough to turn their attention to the ramp.

BRIAN MASON: Jinx seems to be having a difficult time finding the entrance ramp?

JACK WARREN: She’s probably stuck on the toilet or something.

BRIAN MASON: Not a pleasant image, but I’m sure she’s on -- WAIT A MINUTE! WE HAVE A CAMERA BACKSTAGE NOW!

The feed goes to the backstage area where the Defiance Destiny Cup representative, NEST, is seen standing over Jinx’s body. A pool of blood surrounds the duo as Nest presses his boot down against the back of Jinx’s head, his head turning to face the cameras.

NEST: ...Harter...

Nest steps away from Jinx and moves in the direction of the entrance curtain!

BRIAN MASON: Oh God…

JACK WARREN: THIS IS FUCKING FANTASTIC! CAN I STILL SAY FUCK, MASON?

BRIAN MASON: For now, yes. But -- FUCK!

The feed comes back to ringside where Nest is seen standing atop the stage, Jinx’s blood smeared on his chest. The Dallas crowd showers the former Apex Champion with a chorus of boos as he paces down the entrance ramp, looking ready to bring the fight to both Bellamy and Mayson!

Pax flips Caitlin the bird and exits the ring, dashing up the ramp to get a jump on Nest! Pax attempts a lariat, but Nest ducks it and sticks his fingers down Pax’s throat for the Teroclaw!

JACK WARREN: Fuck! THE MAN hates that move!

Nest keeps the mandible claw in until Pax starts to fade. Nest then rips his fingers out of Pax’s mouth, lifts him over his shoulder and delivers the “Tree Plant” tombstone piledriver right onto the ramp!

JACK WARREN: RIP Pax. You had a good run, but fucking Molly Reid ruined it all!

BRIAN MASON: Can you stop using that word!

JACK WARREN: I’M GETTING IT THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING SYSTEM, MASON.

Nest spins around and focuses his sights on Caitlin Bellamy! Caitlin’s eyes go wide as Nest rushes down the entrance ramp, Caitlin cutting him off once he slides into the ring! She pummels away on the back of Nest’s head to try and stun the monster, but Nest pops up to his feet and European uppercuts Caitlin into the air and down to the floor!

Bellamy scrambles up to her feet, but Nest comes in with a running knee lift, and then pulverizes her with the discuss elbow for his patented Nest Assured!

JACK WARREN: This fucking guy just fucking killed everyone in this match! Aries might’ve just won the match of his HKW career and he wasn’t even here!

BRIAN MASON: Jack… why is he staring at us?

Nest steps over Bellamy’s lifeless body and slowly makes his way out of the ring. For a moment he stands on the apron staring directly at the commentator’s booth. Suddenly Charlie Valentine frantically rushes down to ringside towards Nest. He's shouting at the beast to calm down as the Knoxotron crashes and the blue screen of the death appears. Nest still has his gaze set on both announcers as Banahan, Cole pops up on the stage wearing a headset and carrying his signature keyboard.

BANAHAN, COLE: CEASE!

Nest looks down before turning on the apron to face the stage. He fixes his eyes upon Cole as Valentine is leaning against the steps wiping sweat from his brows.

BANAHAN, COLE: You have made your statement. We have Dom Harter’s undivided attention now. The problem is, there is a high probability that you have scared off any possibility of coming face to face with your adversary. There is blood on your hands. Your chest. Blood in your eyes. But you've only managed to decimate three non factors. This is energy wasted. Rage you could build towards, however I'm afraid we have another problem on our hands.

Cole adjusts his headset before smirking.

BANAHAN, COLE: Actually this particular problem is Dom Harter’s issue to deal with. The cage has been released early. The seal of terror with the beast that I've harnessed has been broken prematurely. There's no telling what Nest will do when Dom finally decides to man up and meet his maker.

Valentine directs Nest down off the apron and they make their way up the ramp towards Cole. Nest looks up and stops in his tracks as the crowd suddenly erupts in cheers.

DOM HARTER: So this is where I can find you…

Harter says as he strolls onto the stage; the Subversion superstar obviously isn’t dressed to wrestle, and is instead dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, with that trademark crooked grin plastered across his face. Cole stands at alert as Nest smiles, a rare occurrence. Nest steps towards Dom but is halted by both Cole and Valentine.

DOM HARTER: I know, I’m doing it low tech. Or ‘old-school’--

Harter makes the air quotes sign with his fingers as she stands in front of the trio staring at Nest while he speaks again.

DOM HARTER: --but sometimes the old ways are the best ways, aren’t they? Like when you want to try and determine who’s the best new talent here, or the better wrestler, there’s nothing better than a tournament. And kudos, Nest, for getting this far.

A mocking round of applause does little to improve the beast’s temper; but he’s held back by Valentine and Cole, who's trying to keep Nest away from Dom as much as possible.

DOM HARTER: You’ve been impressive since you debuted here in HKW, I’ll gladly admit that. The way you handled Riley and Aries, how you beat Pax and Jinx. But even then I’m selling you short, right? You’ve been impressive since before then, back when you were in LDFC…

The mention of his old stomping ground causes Nest to chuckle, but Harter just continues smirking as he tries to get a measure on his upcoming opponent.

DOM HARTER: A year practically unbeaten wasn’t it? Running roughshod over everyone they threw in your way. MacRear, Tillman, The Baroness, Song, Majima. What is it you call it, trampled underfoot? Left by the wayside? Or were they just victims? Because I’ve got to tell you, Nest, it all sounds familiar. It all sounds like something I’ve done before. Like when I ran roughshod over FGA, when I beat everyone they threw in my way on my path to becoming a two time World Champion there. And I trampled them all underfoot, Nest, I did. And I left a pile of bodies in my wake just like you did in LDFC…

Nest finally breaks away and steps in front of his keepers. The two wrestlers step close to one another; Nest and Dom are practically face to face, each of the six footers standing tall as they square off. The crowd is loving every minute of it, egging them on to fight it out right then and there.

DOM HARTER: What was it you asked the other day, Cole? How can I be so confident in my abilities nowadays? Even when I’m not the marquee name I used to be; when I’m wrestling in other companies, or taking other matches, how will I ever be ready for Destiny? How will I ever know what’s in store for me when I step into the ring with your secret weapon here? It’s because I’ve walked this path before. Because I’ve rid myself of the shackles that bound me. Because I didn’t get to be the Coca Cola of professional wrestling without knowing what to expect from people…

Harter looks Nest up and down.

DOM HARTER: I got to where I am in this sport by being the best at what I do. So you can tell me I’m not the same Dom Harter I was in 2014, and you’d be right - I’m better. I’m in the best shape of my life, so bear that in mind when you’re preparing for this match at Destiny, big guy.

Nest sneers at the Tenacious Little Bastard as the two men stay glaring at one another.

DOM HARTER: Was it fate, or was it just fortuitous that it’s come to this? The best of LDFC versus the best of FGA. And on the grandest stage of them all - Destiny - we’ll find out which of us is truly the better wrestler.

With that, Harter walks away backwards, never taking his eyes off Nest. Once he’s a safe distance away, Harter turns and walks away, Nest goes to charge towards Dom but is stopped by his keepers. Cole whispers something in Nest’s ear causing him to laugh. The crowd boos seeing as though there was no fight. This causes Valentine to turn around and wave off the crowd shouting out “SOON!” After Nest looks over to see Pax still incapacitated on the stage, and turns around to see Caitlyn still knocked out in the ring he licks his chops and retreats to the back. Cole and Valentine look at each other in slight frustration as they followed behind.

WINNER: NO CONTEST (0:00)
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The show cuts backstage to where the current HKW Bloodlust Champion, The Crimson Baroness is walking down the hallway while looking down at the cell phone in her hand. Otherwise she’s ready for action later tonight, dressed in her ring attire with the belt slung over one shoulder. Unfortunately for her, when she’s not looking where she’s going, The Baroness manages to walk into someone...

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Watch where you’re going...

The camera pans out to reveal the winner of the 2017 Young Guns Cup, Ashlyn De Luca standing there with an unimpressed look on her face.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Uh, you walked into me.

The sound of the voice is enough to cause The Baroness to look up; the two of them glare at one another, knowing full well they’ve got a cage match later tonight.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I thought they banned people from playing Pokémon Go during the shows back when it was popular.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Real cute, sweetie, but do I really look like Riley Lynn? The title belt should be a giveaway…

Ashlyn goes stony faced as she stares at TCB, not wanting to laugh at the jab. The champion puts her phone away under her bodysuit before adjusting the title to cover it up.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: But I was just texting my boyfriend, something you can’t exactly do right now. Not since the break up, or with Ashley Chase stealing your phone recently…

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I caved, boss. Got a new one.

Ashlyn’s eyes lowered toward the title belt and a small smile crossed her face.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I probably should’ve thought of that hiding spot. If I’d just left my phone in your tits in the first place, I’d have been able to come back for it eventually. But now it’s probably sitting in the hands of some shady coke dealer somewhere. The world is cruel.

Small sigh. Small nod.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: No pockets, and it doesn’t really work too well when you’re in the shower.

That comment catches Ashlyn’s attention; she looks bemused for a second before staring back at TCB, who realizes she may has just misspoke.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Bu--

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I am absolutely shocked, boss.

Ashlyn says this with a tired sigh that seems to hover between sarcasm and genuine disappointment.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Through my incredibly quick yet thorough sleuthing skills, I’ve determined that with what I’ve just heard, with the information you possess… yoooo… it was clearly you that moseyed into my room, rifled through my personal property like a gotdamn rodent and took my phone. This hurts. Gah… shoulda known it when I smelt the stank in the air. Shoulda known it…

She shakes her head, looking back at the Bloodlust Champion through a half-lidded gaze.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I’ll probably have to take one of your fingers in the cage or something, to bring back to my people… the unforgiving, wild tribes of Atlanta. They’re gonna expect blood now after this shit, sweartogod…

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Me, a thief?!

The Baroness says, feigning shock. One hand placed over her chest as she stares, mouth agape, at her upcoming opponent. But the act is quickly dropped as she rolls her eyes and sighs.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: The plan didn’t even work that well either - who could’ve suspected that Riley would turn on Hunter before you’d turn on Ashley? But I guess that’s why you’re as successful as you are though, sweetie. And you might’ve won the Young Guns Cup, and congrats...

Said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: ...but if you want blood from me, you might get that. If you want my fingers, or my title belt. Then I’m going to have to leave you disappointed. You foiled one plan of mine, sweetie, but tonight you’re not stopping me from walking out of here as the HKW Bloodlust Champion. You’re not stopping me from tying the record for the most defenses of this belt.

The two women square up again, though De Luca’s body language still suggests a lenient conversation rather than a confrontation. With an exaggerated sigh, she throws up her hands.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Look, dude, I hear you. You don’t have to get all catty at me. But. I mean, what if I do though? You’re gonna feel stupid.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: If that happens, then I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. But I’ve already beaten one of the stars of the Young Guns Cup this weekend, I fancy my chances against the winner of the whole damn thing…

Ashlyn nods a little, looking around awkwardly.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Well. Okay then. Good talk.

Ashlyn begins to walk away but pivots, pointing a finger at the Crimson Baroness as she continues to walk away.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Third degree felony, by the way. But my people will settle for a finger.

With a finger gun and a ”pow” at the HKW Bloodlust Champion, Ashlyn sways a bit as she backs away, out of frame.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I handed it in to lost and found, not my fault you didn’t check...

She shrugs her shoulders before walking away in the opposite direction, and the show cuts elsewhere.

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The scene fades backstage where it opens up inside Defiance General Manager Romeo Price’s office. Price was seen sitting at his desk watching the show while his Assistant General Manager Shannon Elliott looked over some files. There was a knock at the door as the two both look at one another. Romeo gives Shannon the nod as he sets down the file he was looking over down and walks over to open the door. As he opens the door he was greeted by none other than Tony Capone, the man Romeo has been investigating as of late. Capone looks to Shannon with a sinister grin etched on his face as he goons Max and Benny stood behind him.

TONY CAPONE: Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in?

Elliott looks like he was about to say something in reply to Capone’s statement but before he could Price speaks up.

ROMEO PRICE: Let him in, Mr. Elliott.

Elliott clinches his jaw and steps to the side allowing for Capone and his men to walk into the office. Tony looks around the office and nods to himself as if he was impressed.

TONY CAPONE: Nice place you got here, Agent Pierce.

Romeo slowly lifts his glass of Scotch up to his lips and takes a sip as he keeps an eye on Tony and his men. Shannon closes the door behind them and crosses his arms as he studies the three men.

ROMEO PRICE: Cut to the chase Mr. Capone. Why are you here?

Capone smiles over at Romeo as he unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat.

TONY CAPONE: Why am I here? What? An old friend can’t just stop by and say hi?

Knowing there wasn’t any cameras in the room all the men were able to speak freely. Romeo knew that Capone wouldn’t have mentioned him being an agent if there was a camera present.

ROMEO PRICE: Friends don’t try to kill their friends...And you Mr. Capone are far from my friend.

TONY CAPONE: Yeah, tell Zero McHannon that Pierce. Besides, that was just business. Nothing personal, scouts honor.

Capone looks reaches into his suit jacket which makes both Romeo and Shannon both react. Noticing this Capone laughs while Max and Benny were ready to gun battle right there inside the office. Capone continues to laugh as he pulls out a cigar and lighter from his inner jacket pocket.

TONY CAPONE: Geez, fellas. Easy. Easy, ahahaha. Why must we be so tense? We’re all on the same side here.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: I highly doubt that.

Tony turns towards Shannon and grins.

TONY CAPONE: Oooohh, he talks! Who's the new guy, Pierce?

SHANNON ELLIOTT: My name is Shannon Elliott, Capone. And you can’t smoke that in here.

Capone places the cigar in his mouth ignoring the last bit of what Shannon said and lights it. He takes a few puffs and exhales the smoke in Shannon’s direction.

TONY CAPONE: Shannon Elliott..You work for Langley too?

SHANNON ELLIOTT: No.

ROMEO PRICE: He works for my father. What business is it of yours, Capone? Why are you here?

Tony smirks and turns back towards Romeo.

TONY CAPONE: Ah another quote on quote lawyer. I guess that makes him just like you, sort of. Right, Pierce?

Tony chuckles as he takes another pull from the cigar. He then looks down at the glass of Scotch and then back up to Romeo.

TONY CAPONE: Not going to offer me a drink? Such a poor host you are, Pierce. Max. Fix me a drink will ya?

Max nods as he walks over and pours Tony a glass of Scotch.

TONY CAPONE: Why am I here? Well, that’s simple Pierce. I’ve heard you’ve been asking about me. Looking around for me. Think some of my boys even spotted you up in New York once or twice during this little break of ours. Now Pierce, you know if you wanted to talk all you have to do is call. I’m not a hard man to find….Well...Not for the likes of you Agent Pierce.

Max walks over to Tony and hands him the glass of Scotch. He takes a sip and smirks.

TONY CAPONE: Now that I’m here right in front of you. Tell me...What is it you want, Romeo?

Romeo had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Capone but he knew that Capone wouldn’t dare answer all of them. The man was a ghost, a mystery to most. Only thing that government had on file for him was that he was connected to the Manco Crime Family in New York. But that file hasn’t been updated since Jesse Lewis been arrested and sent to prison. There was no telling how much power Capone had these days or what he’s been up to. For those who watched Hard Knox Wrestling, all they knew was that Capone was a manager who managed Risky’s men this past year. What he was doing around now was such a mystery to Romeo that he needed to know..Know what the man is up to now.

ROMEO PRICE: What is your business here on Defiance, Mr. Capone? Last time you told me you were here managing a group of talents but I have yet seen a document that says so and well...You haven’t exactly made yourself known to the public with these said clients.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: Except for appear to be close to Emilio Vialpando.

Capone smirks as he hears Emilio’s name and takes a sip of his Scotch.

TONY CAPONE: Shannon has eyes, that’s cute. You keep that up Shannon you might have Romeo’s job one day.

ROMEO PRICE: So, are you telling me Emilio Vialpando is one of these talents you manage.

Tony sits there for a moment with a smirk on his face.

TONY CAPONE: I didn’t tell you anything, Pierce. Yes, I have dealt with Emilio. The kid was in need of a place to train. I, being the manager of James Shark of course reached out to him and offered him a place to do that said training. No harm. No foul. Besides there’s no secrete the kid has had some sort of falling out with his family. I seen a kid in distress and in need of some help and...Well. I’m a good guy, Pierce. I like to help others. I’m sort of an humanitarian or whatever.

Elliott grunts.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: Yeah right.

ROMEO PRICE: Answer the question, Capone. Are you representing Emilio Vialpando.

Capone takes a pull from his cigar and laughs.

TONY CAPONE: I believe I just answered your question, Romeo. But if you want, have your all star detective here look and find out if I am or not. Speaking of Emilio….Why are you denying him and that kids Atwater a chance to face each other at Destiny, huh? Wait….It can’t be because of me? You can’t be possibly stalling one of the biggest matches at Destiny all because of this little grudge you have against me? Are you?

Price rolls his eyes.

ROMEO PRICE: That has nothing to do with you, Mr. Capone. But if you asking as Emilio’s manager I will tell you just like I told him and Mr. Atwater earlier, I’m doing all that I can to make the match happen.

Tony laughs as he gulps the rest of the Scotch like it was a shot and sets the glass down on the table.

TONY CAPONE: I’d hope not, Pierce. You know how a snake can be when it’s cornered and get’s all riled up. Particularly a man such as Emilio. Well..if there isn’t anything else you would like to ask I must be going. I have other business to attend to here tonight.

Shannon steps up as Capone stands up from his seat. Benny steps in front of Shannon ready to fight him if necessary.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: Yeah, and what business is that? Something for one of your other clients? Who are they, Capone? What the hell are you up to?

Capone chuckles as he takes a couple puffs from his cigar. He buttons up his jacket as he walks over to Shannon and exhales the smoke in his face.

TONY CAPONE: Well that’s just something for you and boss Agent Pierce to find out now isn’t it? Now if you excuse me...I really must be going.

Tony looks over his shoulder at Romeo who was looking pretty pissed at this particular moment but was doing his best to hold it in.

TONY CAPONE: Do yourself a favor fellas...Stop this...This litter treasure hunt you two are on. You won’t like what you find.

Capone smirks as he looks back to Elliott and then begins to make his way out the office. Once Tony and his men have left the room Shannon looks to Romeo.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: The hell did he mean by that?

ROMEO PRICE: It means we may be stumbling onto something that goes deeper than what we initially thought...Stay on him. And be sure not to be seen by anyone. There’s no telling who all Capone has on his payroll these days…

Romeo looks down at the empty glass sitting on his desk.

ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….

The scene then fades away as Romeo shakes his head.

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Whisper Viperi is standing in the ring ready to announce the next match.

WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first.

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BOOM! The lights dim and a spot light shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena.

WHISPER VIPERI:: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!

BRIAN MASON: Ashley Chase is looking to rebound after that tough loss to the Bloodlust Champ TCB last show.

JACK WARREN: Shouldn’t be difficult with who she’s facing.

Ashley then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She climbs onto the announcers table and does some gyrating and hair whipping to the beat of her music before long she hops down. She then walks up the steps and onto the ring apron. After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for her opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And introducing her opponent.

The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of the stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him.

WHISPER VIPERI: From the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Brian Stryker!

BRIAN MASON: Stryker has been having his own issues recently with Alex Reyn that ended up with the two being arrested for fighting in a hotel! Now there’s a no contact rule placed on them or else they will face severe punishment!

He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms and shouting "Reborn" before hoping down onto the floor.

SINGLES MATCH
BRIAN STRYKER VS ASHLEY CHASE


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings as Brian and Ashley slap hands in a sign of respect as they circled each other. They start things off with a elbow and collar tie up as they both battle for position. Ashley gets the advantage. She wrenches on Brian’s neck as she turns to through Brian into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes as Ashley drops down as Brian runs over her. On the second rebound, Ashley bent over looking for a back body drop, but Brian leapt over her, landing on his feet. The fans cheered as the two gave each other a stare down and Brian shrugged with a grin on his face.

JACK WARREN: Look at this asshole, grinning like what he did was unique and interesting.

BRIAN MASON: The fans seemed to like it.

JACK WARREN: The fans are idiots.

The two wrestlers get back at it as Ashley goes to lock Brian up in another elbow and collar, but Brian countered ducking and dropkicking Ashley in the back. Ashley stumbled forward as Brian took the advantage. He grabbed Ashley from the back and hit a back suplex. Ashley bounced off the mat as Brian looked for an early pin.

One…..

KICK OUT!


BRIAN MASON: Stryker had to know that wasn’t gonna be anywhere near enough to beat a former Bloodlust Champ.

JACK WARREN: That’s cause Brian is an idiot. He could empty a boot of water if the instructions were on the heel.

Brian goes to pick Chase up as Chase knees Stryker in the stomach, doubling him over. Chase grabbed Stryker’s had and drove him neck first with a hard DDT. Stryker grabs his neck in agony as Chase starts dropping several elbows to Stryker’s chest. On the fifth elbow, Chase jumped up and hit one final elbow.

JACK WARREN: Hopefully those elbows stop Brian’s heart so we can finally be free from his stupid face.

BRIAN MASON: What the fuck man?

Ashley picked Brian back up by his hair as she tosses him into the corner. Ashley sizes him up and runs at Brian, hitting a high knee to the chin. Brian’s head snapped back but Ashley wasn’t finished as she took Brian and hit a running bulldog. She hooked Brian’s leg and looked for a pin.

One…..

Two….

KICK OUT!


BRIAN MASON: Brian now with his own kick out. He has to be careful. Ashley can go with the best of him. I don’t think he’s looking past her but he damn well better be careful.

JACK WARREN: I don’t like either one so I don’t care what happens.

Ashley starts to climb the turnbuckle as Brian is getting back to his feet. Brian turns around as Ashley leaps off and hits a missile dropkick, dropping Brian back. Ashley keeps up the attack as she starts laying kicks to Brian’s chest.

BRIAN MASON: Ashley is doing a good job in keeping Stryker off balance. That’s not an easy job when it’s someone as high pace as him but she’s doing a tremendous job.

Ashley is sizing a woozy Brian up for a buzzsaw kick to the head, but Brian manages to duck it at the last second. Ashley spins around as Brian jumps onto Ashley’s shoulders, hitting a hurricanrana to lay both wrestlers out.

BRIAN MASON: And just like that Stryker is back into this.

JACK WARREN: Snore.

The ref checks both wrestlers as they climb back to their feet at the same time. Brian reacts first as he runs at Ashley, but she grabs him and throws him out of the ring. She turns her back and doesn’t see him hanging onto to the ropes. He places himself on the apron as he waits for Ashley to face him. The moment Ashley turned around, Brian jumped onto the ropes, standing on them for a moment before jumping off and hitting that crossbody of his.

BRIAN MASON: Flight of the Valkryies! Ashley better stop Stryker before he starts picking up steam.

Brian hooks the leg of Ashley as the ref goes to count.

One…..

Two….

KICK OUT!


BRIAN MASON: Another kick out from Ashley. She is staying put.

JACK WARREN: I wish she didn’t just so we can put an end to this crap. Where’s that asshole’s wife? I wanna show her a real man.

BRIAN MASON: Just shut up Warren and do your job.

Brian tosses Ashley into the corner. He runs at her and looks for a corner splash, but Ashley managed to dodge it at the last second! Brian hits the turnbuckle hard as Ashley rolls him up into a school boy pin!

One…..

Two….

KICK OUT!


Brian just managing to kick out as Ashley almost had him there. She points this out to him as he gets back up.The fans are cheering loudly for these two putting on a great match. The two lock up again with Brian taking advantage. He switches to behind her and hooks his arms behind hers looking for that Eye of the Tiger suplex. Ashley sees this coming and had it well scouted as she jumps up and tosses Brian with an arm drag on the way down. Brian rolls out of the arm drag and gets up only to get caught on the chin with a Kick of Doom superkick! The sound of boot on flesh rings out in the arena as Brian goes down like a lead weight!

BRIAN MASON: WICKED SUPERKICK! Brian Stryker might be out of it folks!

JACK WARREN: If only it did knock him out. Then we can laugh at his ass.

Ashley hooks Brian’s leg.

One…..

Two….

THRRRRR- KICK OUT!


BRIAN MASON: HE KICKED OUT! Brian Stryker kicked out of that superkick at the last possible second!

Ashley looks at the ref who says Brian managed to kick out before the three count. The fans are going nuts are they are chanting both wrestlers name. Ashley goes to pick Brian up. He’s still groggy from the superkick as Ashley backs into the corner. She runs at Brian, looking to catch him with that A2A knee to the face, but as she leaps up, Brian tosses her into the air! On the way down, Brian spins around and catches her with that Hook kick!

BRIAN MASON: HOLY SHIT! Ashley was tossed into the air and Stryker managed to catch her with a First Stryke on the way down!

JACK WARREN: Okay...that was kinda impressive. Not much.

Brian hugs the ropes as he pushes himself towards the turnbuckle and starts to climb up. He gets to the top and perches himself there for a moment to get his balance. He stands up and looks down at a prone Ashley as he leaps off. He does the backflip and lands hard on Ashley for the Air Stryke. Brian lands a few feet away from Ashley off the bounce off as he clutches his ribs. He crawls over to Ashley and manages to pull her leg up for the pin.

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THREE!


DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner... Brian STRYKER!

BRIAN MASON: What a match! Ashley Chase gave Brian everything she could but Brian manages to get the win. No shame for Ashley though, she put up a hell of a fight.

JACK WARREN: Losing is losing. And losing to Stryker makes you a double loser cause he’s the biggest loser ever. A loser WHO CAVES YOUR CAR IN AND DOESN’T PAY!

BRIAN MASON: WIll you just shut up about that already?

As the music dies down, a sudden series of horrified exclamations draw the camera’s attention to the floor beneath the stage.

BRIAN MASON: What’s the hell is going on up there?!

The camera focuses in on Alex Reyn, dragging the bloody, limp form of John Blade across the concrete floor. An extension cable wrapped around John Blade’s neck and a chair under Alex Reyn’s arm. The Camera cuts back to Brian Stryker still in the ring, looking pale as he watches the appalling scene.

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! WHAT IS REYN DOING?

JACK WARREN: What ever the hell he wants!

As he approaches the ring, Alex picks the lifeless body up and places it on the apron before pushing it into the ring, almost like he’s offering it to Stryker. Looking down at the beaten and bloody form of John Blade, Brian can hear small, struggling gasps of breath and whimpers of pain coming from the poor man.

Then, Alex crawls inside the ring. Moving almost like a spider. Cold, predatory eyes fixed squarely on Brian Stryker as he raises himself to full height. The two stare at each other. Brian looking at Alex with horror and disgust, while Alex is a neutral and unfeeling as a knife. Then he smirks. And brings the chair down upon John Blade.

*Crack!*

The sick, wet sound of a rib being broken is heard and John cries out in pain. Trying to curl in on himself to protect himself from the pain. It doesn’t help. Again Alex brings the chair down again! And again! John Blade tries to make it stop, tries to curl away from the assault. But he can barely move, and Alex won’t stop as he raises the chair again-Only for it to be caught by Brian Stryker!

The crowd cheers, but Alex merely tilts his head, looking at Brian with a quizzical expression. Almost like he’s… curious to see what Stryker will do.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t forget that if Brian lays as much as a finger on Brian, he will be suspended from HKW and maybe even face charges from that attack at the hotel!

JACK WARREN: DO IT BRIAN! HIT HIM! HIT HIM AND BECOME SOMEONE’S PRISON BITCH!

Brian’s grip tightens on the edge of the chair, knuckles turning white as he looks at Alex with absolute loathing and fury. Looking like he wants nothing more than to just rip the chair out of the East Wind’s hands and smash his teeth in with it. But… perhaps driven by the thought of what would happen to his family if he were to be fired or even arrested, Brian Stryker slowly relinquishes the chair, stepping back with a look of pure hatred. Both towards Alex, and to himself. To himself for being unable to stop what’s about to happen, to Alex for doing this in the first place. To this whole FUCKING situation! Alex for his part, looks at Brian Stryker with nothing more than contempt.

ALEX REYN: Just try and stop me!

Then he brings the chair down on the helpless John Blade.

*Smack! Smack! Smack!*

The rhythmic, relentless, revolting sounds of steel striking flesh play over and over again in the minds of everyone in the arena, and the people watching the scene with revulsion from their homes. Unable to turn their television off. Brian rolls out the ring, he can’t watch this anymore. He places both hands on the barricade, body pale, shaking and sweating. Looking like he wants to vomit.He can still hear everything.

The pitilessly precise strikes, the soft cries from the helpless John White as he helplessly pleads for the pain to end as he’s tortured by Alex Reyn. It doesn’t seem to end…Most of the audience have turned away now, but the sound of something being dragged across the canvas draws their and Brian’s attention back to the ring. What they see fills them with dread.

It’s a scene they’ve scene twice now, with both victims yet to be seen again, Alex Reyn, leaning a helpless body in the corner, and placing the steel chair on the turnbuckle so that the edge is resting against John Blade’s throat. Then Alex backs up towards the opposite corner. He turns to look directly at Brian Stryker, and smiles at him. Then he charges.Brian can’t watch this anymore! He has to stop it, consequences be damned! He runs back into the ring, but he’s too far away, and Alex is too fast....

Both of Alex’s feet strike the chair, and blood explodes from John’s mouth.

BRIAN MASON: Jesus Fucking Christ! Blade is seriously injured! We need help out here!

Alex admires his work as he rolls out of the ring as Brian rolls in just as quick. Brian checks on Blade as a team of medics come out to help the fallen man. Alex grins down at Brian as he continues to mock him. Brian white knuckle grips the ropes as the scene fades out.

WINNER: BRIAN STRYKER via pinfall (8:12)
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The door of Romeo Price is opened and Angelo Sands and Markus FK both march in, both men not looking in the mood for any small chit chat. Romeo stops talking with the men who are seated in his office before he turns to Angelo and Markus.

ANGELO SANDS: Look, we’re sorry to interrupt whatever thing you got going here with these two bald dudes that look like Mr. Clean, but we need to talk. I don’t know if you saw, but earlier tonight, we managed to find out who it was that had been attacking us. Now I know whatever meeting this is must be important, but it’s not as important as this.

BALD DUDE #1: Should really teach them how to knock, Romeo...

Angelo then turns to the two gentlemen that were having a meeting with Romeo before he and his tag partner barged in and points to the one that just spoke.

ANGELO SANDS: Aye, who the hell asked you? I oughta get the Pine Sol Lady in here to come beat both your asses. Out here looking like Dr. Evil. Who the hell are you guys anyway?

The second bald man clears his throat.

BALD DUDE #2: We are with Reebok and we were looking to sponsor a tag team to wear our newest wrestling shoes coming out.

BALD DUDE #1: And we were considering you two, but after what we’ve just seen, I think we need to re-evaluate our choice.

Angelo’s eyes widen as he tries to plead with the two bald gentlemen as they get up from their seat and shake hands with Romeo before they begin walking out.

ANGELO SANDS: Hey. No. Wait. I’m sorry about the Mr. Clean comments! I love Reebok! Come on! Don’t let this ruin what could be a beautiful partnership!

However, the two men don’t listen as they slam the door shut, leaving the office. Angelo lets out a sigh before he looks over at Markus, who shakes his head. Sands then looks over at Price before seeing the GM shake his head as well.

ANGELO SANDS: My bad, that’s on me. But you know what? We didn’t come here for Reebok. We came here for the Distorted Archetypes. We want those two morons at House of Pain so we can make them pay for what they’ve done to us.

Markus looks to Angelo for a moment, nodding his head before turning to Price.

MARKUS FK: Those two spilled our blood in our own locker rooms. They attacked us from behind, like the goddamn cowards they are. We’re going to settle that score, but we aren’t going to sink to their depths. We won’t attack them from behind. Please - give them to us at House of Pain so that we can do this the right way, in the ring.

Romeo studies the two young men for a moment and nods.

ROMEO PRICE: Despite what just took place just a moment ago gentlemen, I have to admire the termination that you both have. The tenacity and want to get your hands on those two. Being a man who believes a bit of the Old Testament, I think it is only right that you two are able to get revenge.

The Defiance General Manager stands up to his feet and looks at each man seeing that the were both sure about this.

ROMEO PRICE: I will call Mr. Johnson now, tell him he has another match to add on his House Of Pain, card. Now if you excuse me gentlemen, you can see yourselves out.

Angelo and Markus both look at each other and smile before the two walk out of the office.

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The video’s feed cut in, showing the familiar face of Jinzai lit up the screen. Still wearing a bandage over the gasher that Jason had left him with at the end of Defiance several weeks prior, Jinzai gave a bright grin as he waves into the camera.

Another view shows Jason Mentez scowling immediately catching the same feed from backstage as everyone else is.

JINZAI: Ladies, gentlemen, and that technicolor rainbow of humanity in between!... or Jason Mentez, whoever caught this tape first. Let’s have a talk for a moment, shall we?

As Jinzai pulled back on the shot a bit, Jason could see that he was standing on the edge of a neighborhood, the sun having set hours ago and it’s in the middle of the night during the recording. Jinzai began to walk up the street, talking as he looked up to see where he was going.

JINZAI: Y’know, I was just gonna use this tape to update everybody on my condition after you attacked me unprovoked backstage - fuck you and your entire life for that, by the way - and just talk all kinds of shit about you for being so easy to rile up… when I got an idea.

Doing a little twirl for the camera in front of the street sign, a grin stretches across his face as he manages to keep the camera on him, blocking anything else from view.

JINZAI: I let the nose heal up, the staples stop stinging… and took a little bit of a walk. Just to clear my head out and figure out how I’m gonna make you regret every second of last Defiance. Every sticker, every cutesy little fucking note, every second you got to enjoy putting those FILTHY ningen hands on me and think to yourself that you could get any bit of revenge without me taking a chunk of your psyche with me. Thinking you could get away with it and that I wouldn’t find a way to make what happened next cut deep.

Jinzai’s tone dropped as he spoke, going from jovial and almost taunting to deathly serious in a matter of moments as he looks into the camera, his eyes darkening as he snarls a little without breaking stride.

JINZAI: And let’s see what I found...

Jinzai suddenly came to a stop, his eyes lighting back up and a cheshire cat like grin makes it’s way onto his features as he looks at something off screen. Without saying another word, he turns the camera around and hits the zoom button.

There, just a few yards from where he was standing, was nice looking home. One that Jason could easily recognize even with it being in the dead of night. After a few seconds of silence to let the impact of where he’d walked to settle, Jinzai begins to speak again.

JINZAI: Nice place, ain’t it? Nice place in a nice neighborhood… brickwork is a little bit of a shit show, but ya get what ya pay for right? But imagine my surprise at knowing that a house like this one… one you probably know VERY well, was about a 25 minute walk from my place? Small world, right?

The casualness in which Jinai spoke was a little unnerving as he brings the camera back to his face and smiles. Jason’s snarling hateful expression only grows and grows as he watches.

JINZAI: Ya see Jason, you can beat me up all you like. You can get all the weapons you want and make the ring run red with my blood, beat me to a pulp til your knuckles split open and bleed, and I’ll shrug it off. I’ve had my ass kicked before and I’ve been through far, FAR worse than any love taps you can dish out. But what I can do to you? I can hit you where it hurts . I can walk within spitting distance of the only ammo I’ll ever need to make you think twice about everything you can TRY to do to me, and everything I could do not to you…

Jinzai jerked his thumb at the house over his shoulder, the unspoken threat left hanging in the air. He didn’t need to say it, the fact that he’s gone through these lengths alone have made the implications all the more clear. Bringing the camera back down to eye level, the smirk left his face as he begins to walk forward… right up to the house. Jason’s hateful expression turns into a wild unhinged pacing as he watches Jinzai near his childhood home. The home his mother still chooses to reside in.

JINZAI: I’m in your yard, Jay. And I’m Begging, pleading with you to come do something about it at House of Pain. We’re not waiting until Destiny to square this shit away. I want the motherfucker that said he could end me in an instant then go to mass on Sunday.

Jin smirked before taking a seat right in the middle of the driveway, still holding the camera up to his face so that he’s in view. Heavy feral breathing is all the other camera catches from Jason.

JINZAI: Now, I know you’re attached to your shrink’s couch, so I’ma be nice and helpful and give you some time to sleep on it. Meditate a little, maybe find a few sunny stickers to prop up for being SUCH a good, helpful boy. But when I set foot in that ring at HoP, and I don’t get the guy I’m asking for? I’ll come back up here. And I’ll make him show up.

The smirk turned downright evil as Jinzai gave a small, mocking wave.

JINZAI: Byeeeee.

The tape cuts off after that. The other camera view of Jason shows his chest heaving in and out with the same wild breathing. Jason continues to stare at the blank screen that no longer has anything on it before the camera on him also cuts out.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The Following is a Triple Threat Match.


Kalki’ by E.S. Posthumus starts to play. Once the intro is done, the lights cut out. The Sanskrit symbol for Capricorn appears on the Tron with the word “E.S. POSTHUMUS” underneath it. A column of light shines up from the Stage. A pillar of vapor rises up through the Light. The image on the Tron is replaced by the word “I.N.F.E.R.N.O.”. Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introduction first, Hailing from this Arena...apparently, The Enigmatic Soldier, Inferno


After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring.

Inferno stands in the ring staring up the ramp waiting on his first opponent.


WHISPER VIPERI: And his first opponent.


The fans begin to boo loudly, as Get on Your Knees by Nicki Minaj, hits over the public address system as the lights begin to flash different hues of pink and purple. As a makeshift runway is placed in front of the ring, as a bunch of paparazzi appear waiting on the arrival of the Pretty Committee.



Soon enough coming out of the entrance tunnel to loud boos is none other than Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis both have an arrogant smirk on their face, as they look at eachother high fiving each other. Before, striking a series of arrogant poses together, as the camera's flash with the paparazzi getting plenty of shots of the arrogant beauties. As they chuckle before brushing past the paparazzi taunting the fans as they stay in the center of the runway ignoring the boos, with Veronica in front.


The Pretty Committee keeps up their arrogant saunter down to the ring, making sure to stay away from the fans so, they can not lay their common hands on them. As they soon climb up the steel steps as they turn facing the fans, as they blow arrogant kisses at them, as Veronica grabs her bottle of perfume and sprays it around them holding her nose. As they look at the ref began yelling at them to lower the ropes which he does, as they both roll their eyes as they enter under the bottom rope.


WHISPER VIPERI: From Malibu, California, one half of the Pretty Committee Bianca Davis!


As they pose arrogantly in the center of the ring, before moving towards their corner where they fix up their appearances checking with a handheld mirror with both of them getting into it, they blow their reflection kisses. Veronica exits the ring, and heads up the ramp.


Bianca and Inferno stare each other down, as they wait for their finally opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent!

A Cut Above, plays, leading to William Alexander Andrews coming out from the back with an unzipped, zip-up hoody. He pauses at the top of the walkway and looks around. William takes a deep breath, exhales and nods his head before walking to the ring. As he approaches the ring, he runs parallel to the ring, jumps and slides on his knee along the apron.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Dallas, TX, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Soverign of Submission and the only fourth generation wrestler, William Alexander Annnnnndrews!


He holds onto the middle rope with one hand and with the other, holds up his thumb, index, middle, and pinky fingers, showing the back of his hand to the camera. He enters the run over the middle rope and bounces around, keeping warm while waiting for the bell.

The three competitors stands in opposite corners, as the referee gets ready to ring the bell.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Bianca Davis vs.Andrews vs. Inferno


DING! DING! DING!


The match begins with Davis charging Inferno who side steps her, and sends her head first into the corner. Davis turns around in the corner only to catch a high kick to the side of the head which drops her down into a slouching position in the corner. In the blink of an eye however, Andrews grabs Inferno by the shoulder, turning him around, and immediately lifting him into a fireman’s carry. Taking a step away from the corner as Inferno struggles to get free, Andrew’s drops down, causing Inferno to land sternum first on his knees. Inferno clutches at his midsection. Andrew’s pops up to his feet, as Davis is pulling herself up in the corner. Seeing this he immediately goes on the attack, with a series of back elbows to the self proclaimed Queen B.

BRIAN MASON: Andrews is looking crisp in this match so far.

JACK WARREN: Didn’t hurt him in the least that his opponents, went straight at each other, and seemingly forgot about him.


Andrews reaches over grabbing Davis by the wrist and pulls her forward into a snap powerslam. He tilts his head back after hitting the move, only to be met with a buzzsaw kick from out of nowhere by Inferno! The sound of the kick echoes through the arena, as the crowd gasp at the thud. Andrews crumbles to the mat on his side, as Bianca is still on the ground holding her back in pain from the powerslam.


BRIAN MASON: Inferno just tried to decapitate Andrews with that kick.

JACK WARREN: He certainly slowed down Andrews momentum, and knocked him for a loop as well.

Reaching down Inferno grabs Andrews by the hair, pulling him up to his feet, Inferno wraps him right arm over Andrews neck, and looks for a side russian legsweep, yet somehow Andrews manages to block it the first time, Inferno tries again, but yet again, Andrews halts the maneuver. This give Bianca enough time to get to her feet, and spring forward with a beautiful bulldog which plants Inferno face first into the mat, but Inferno manages to hold onto Andrews sending him face first as well.

JACK WARREN: That was unique to say the least.


BRIAN MASON: Bianca takes out Inferno with a bulldog, while Inferno drops Andrews with a front Russian legsweep!



Bianca turns Inferno over and goes for an early pinfall

ONE!

KICKOUT!


BRIAN MASON: Wow, Inferno didn’t even want to give the appearance of being stunned after that.


Bianca shakes her head as she takes a quick glance over at Andrews, who is up to one knee, she walks over and bitch slaps him right across the face. Andrews snaps his head back around, with a look of fury in his eyes, but is met with a kick to the face that drops him back to the mat. The crowd boos heavily after the blow, as Bianca turns and waves at them while doing a beauty pageant pose. The momentary pause is met with a huge forearm to the face, before grabbing her by the wrist, then pulling her face first onto his foot.


BRIAN MASON: Eat Defeat from Inferno.


JACK WARREN: This is a high octane match if I’ve ever seen one Mase.


Inferno goes for a lateral press.



ONE!


















TWO!

















THRRRRRR---------NO!



Andrews breaks the pin up with a double ax handle to the back of Inferno’s head.



JACK WARREN: So close but Andrews broke it up at the last moment.

BRIAN MASON: Andrew’s with the save, for Bianca, and more importantly himself.


Andrews gets to his feet first waiting on Inferno, who slowly rolls up to his knees and then pushing himself up off the ground. Inferno turns and is lifted off his feet, he’s driven spine first into the canvas with a spinebuster. Andrews looks down on Inferno with a smirk before floating over into a cover, while hooking the near leg.


ONE!

TWO!


NO!



This time it is Bianca breaking up the cover.


JACK WARREN: All these wrestlers want the chance to gain some momentum in this match for their mutual teams, but somehow one of them needs to keep the other two down.

BRIAN MASON: At least for long enough to get a cover. That’s the conundrum of a triple threat match though.

Bianca and Andrews get to their feet at the same time, Bianca begins to fire forearm shots into the side of Andrews head as they get up. Andrew’s staggers back, allowing for Bianca to take off hitting the ropes and rebounding towards Andrew. She lifts her leg high and it connects to the side of his face.

BRIAN MASON: A beautiful boot from one half of the Pretty Committee.

Inferno is up as Bianca turns, she charges him as well looking for the beautiful boot, but Inferno does a matrix leanback to avoid it. He turns afterwards grabbing Bianca in a full nelson position and taking her over with a drag suplex into a bridge for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!


KICKOUT!



Inferno looks over at the referee thinking he had the three count, but goes back on the attack as he gets to his feet. Inferno looks over at WAA who is up but dazed. Inferno takes out a "grenade" and holds it up for all to see. He pulls the pin and in slow motion tosses it toward his opponent. Inferno turns, runs away and ducks for cover. The grenade will explode. WAA falls to one knee.

BRIAN MASON: The J-RPG worked! Andrews is clearly in trouble here!

JACK WARREN: Sure we’ll go with that, I guess.

Inferno comes at WAA who gets to his feet, Inferno jumps up looking for what might be a hurricanrana, but he’s caught in midair! Andrews runs across the ring, and drives Inferno into the mat with a sitout powerbomb, and leans forward for the cover.


ONE!

TWO!

NO!


Bianca come out of nowhere with a dropkick to the back of WAA’s head forcing the break. All three competitors are laying on the ground in pain.

BRIAN MASON: This match has been insanely physical so far.

JACK WARREN: It has, and the desperation from all of them, shows us how important that is.

All three competitors are stirring on the ground each of them slowly getting up to their feet. Bianca, gets to her feet first, followed seconds later by Inferno. The two begin to exchange punches back and forth. Then from the side WAA blasts Bianca with a right hand. Then nails Inferno with the same right. Bianca then turns hitting WAA, again with a close first, Inferno then hits Bianca. The three end up exchanging blow in a bit of a scrum trading blows. The referee tries to break up the brawl, but the referee ends up being pushed to the mat by all three!

BRIAN MASON: . That’s not good.

The referee turns and calls for the bell. The fighting continues between the three.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell rings DeMarcus Gresham is jogging from backstage toward the ring. The crowds heavy boo’ing turns into cheers as within moments Zack Jones is shown moments later right behind him beeline toward the ring as well. The brawling begins automatically of course DeMarcus Gresham throwing hands with Inferno. Zack Jones and Bianca Davis going at it. WAA looking to get involved that is until the boo’ing increases with Veronica Taylor sneaking her way ringside with a slick move grabbing both of the World Tag Team Titles. She slides in and rising to her feet looking to knock WAA’s lights out with one of them but instead falls prey to a clothesline from WAA that forces her right back out the ring both titles along the mat.

Bianca Davis looks to get an advantage against Zack Jones trying to end her two right hands with a resounding bitch slap but Jones ducks giving him the time to spring up….dropkicking Bianca all the way out of the ring. WAA sees the opening between Inferno and his partner DeMarcus battling it out picking up one of the World Tag Titles himself looking to catch Inferno unaware...Zack Jones with a spinning heel kick catching WAA unaware mid sprint causing him to fumble the title belt as he rolls out the ring. Leaving Gresham in the middle giving Inferno a hell of a fight Jones helps out his long time partner getting a hold of the big man. They both whip Gresham into the ropes, double dropkick his right out. WAA helps pull his fellow ST member to his feet, the members of PC have long since walked up the rampway in retreat. Zack Jones notices the World Tag belts on the mat picking them up and handing one to Inferno pointing out to Surgical Tendencies and Pretty Committee that this view is the future holding the belts up in the air the Dallas crowd

WINNER: No Contest (12:40)
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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, holding a microphone in her hands. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as she appears on the base of the entrance ramp. She soaks in their hatred, faintly grinning as the crowd chants obscenities.

BRIAN MASON: Out comes the God of Anger. She’s not scheduled for a match tonight, but it looks like she’s here to speak her mind.

JACK WARREN: The Man approves of a little ranting and raving.

"Eɪɴs!"

"Hɪᴇʀ ᴋᴏᴍᴍᴛ ᴅɪᴇ Sᴏɴɴᴇ."

Artemis proudly marches down the ramp, twirling the microphone with each step. She then gives a vain look to the audience again, before leaping onto the ring apron. She methodically walks around the ring.

ARTEMIS KAISER: So, Destiny is right around the corner. I don’t have a match, but you know...that’s okay. It gives me time to scope out everything, including the one thing that people has been asking me. Everyone has been asking me about--

Before she can finish, her microphone shuts off. Seconds later, the lights in the American Airlines Center become pitch black.

JACK WARREN: Someone didn’t pay the bill.

Everyone in the arena turns their attention to the Knoxotron as it reveals a static filled screen. The static lingers for a few moments, until it too is replaced by a black screen. A moment later, FEAR appears on the tron in white grunge lettering. Next, HATRED appears on the tron. Finally, PAIN flashes on the screen. As it does, A Plea for Purging’s “Depravity” begins to play throughout the arena. The song’s dark tones and heavy lyrics resonate throughout the atmosphere.

I am the sheep that got lost,
and there is no turning back.
I'm as mad as hell.
There's no place to run.


BRIAN MASON: Fear, hatred, and pain. We’ve heard those words before.

JACK WARREN: You mean that buster from House of Pain? They won’t be worth the hype.

The song continues to play for for another minute and a half or so; during that time, the lights are flickering a bit. As the music slowly fades out, the lights flick back on. Artemis’ gaze is still on the entrance ramp. However, behind her stands a figure. Sensing the person’s presence, Artemis quickly spins around. The person before her is decked out in a black hoodie, a black leather vest outfitted with studs and spikes, distressed jeans, and black Chuck Taylors. The hood is pulled up, covering most of the person’s head; a spiked black electronic mask covers the rest of the person’s features.

JACK WARREN: Look at this ol’ Wrench from Watchdogs looking ass. Get this bitch out of here, this isn’t the cos-play hour.

BRIAN MASON: HKW fans, we are going to be silent and let this play out.

The sight of the person causes Artemis to burst out in sinister laughter.

ARTEMIS KAISER: The hell are you?

The camera zooms in on the figure. Our mystery person doesn’t respond verbally; they simply stand there. However, a moment or two later, the words Fuck You flash across the mask’s electronic eye portion. In the blink of an eye, the person darts forward and clobbers Artemis with a Shotei palm strike. Artemis soars across the ring from the impact; thinking quickly, she rolls underneath the bottom rope to try and regain her composure.

However, Artemis finds no rest on the outside as her assailant follows her and boops her with a stiff running forearm; Artemis falls to ground with her back leaning against the barricade. The attacker looms over her for a moment, assessing Artemis’ pain level. The person shrugs his or her shoulders and reaches deep into their back-pocket; after a moment, they pull out a large wrench.

The attacker twirls the wrench once before swiftly jabbing the jagged end into Artemis’ forehead. The jab cuts a slit into her forehead. The assailant flips to the blunt end and repeatedly hammers it into that open wound. After a bit of time, a good amount of blood starts to flow from Artemis’ forehead.

The masked person tosses the wrench away and looks down at Artemis, who is holding her head. The attacker punches her in order to get her to drop her guard; the person then drenches their right index finger in blood as they run it across Artemis face. They lower their hood and then reach their left hand around the bottom of the mask and begins to remove it. Scarlet Flint reveals a wicked smirk as the camera zoom in.

SCARLET FLINT: Helloooooo—is it me you’re looking for!

Scarlet places her that index finger in her mouth. She swishes Artemis’ blood around in her mouth for a moment.

SCARLET FLINT: Hmmm, not enough iron yo’.

Scarlet lifts up her right foot and begins to scrape it across Artemis’ face. However, one time is not suffice. She repeats the process six more times, each boot just a little more snug than the last. Afterwards, she looks down at her crimson-stained shoes.

SCARLET FLINT: Look what ya’ve done, sis . You done gone and got blood on my new motherfuckin’ Chucks!

Scarlet drives her knee into the Kaiser’s sternum. She then blasts her with two knees to the face before she spots a horde of security guards rushing down the entrance ramp. Not being bothered one bit, Scarlet reaches down and smears her right hand in a heap of blood that’s been gathered on the floor. She wipes the blood all over her face and then walks over a few feet to where the hard-camera is positioned. She peers directly into its lens.

SCARLET FLINT: Hey Lukas, When mommy wakes up from her daze and hits you with that check-in call, let her know that this shit was all her fault. Love ya!

A portion of the guards swarm over to Artemis, in order to check on her; the other half attempt to force Scarlet to leave the area as the cameras fade out.

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Both members of Team DLC, Inferno and Zack Jones, are seen walking the halls after managing to get the upper hand on the Pretty Committee and Surgical Tendencies earlier. They are talking in low tones to one another before they are approached by Lola J, forcing them both to stop and turn to her.

ZACK JONES: Let me guess. You want to ask how we feel after what happened out there, right?

Lola J nods before Zack gives her the answer she’s looking for.

ZACK JONES: Well, we feel like we’ve got one up on the other two now. We feel like this is the moment we’ve been waiting for, where we make both teams look like fools and we let everyone in attendance and watching at home who your next HKW World Tag Team champions are. We said it from day one, when we almost had a chance to challenge for those titles straight up that that was the goal for us.

LOLA J: Are you aware that what happened tonight could come with some backlash soon enough? Maybe even at House of Pain?

Jones looks at Inferno and they both shake their heads before looking back at Lola and answering her question.

ZACK JONES: I think you don’t really know who we are. I’m a former World champion. This guy right here, my partner, he’s the only man to capture every single PDW title there is. We are not afraid of any single damn person out there. We’re not afraid of Veronica and Bianca and we’re not afraid of DeMarcus and William either. This right here?

Zack motions to himself and Inferno.

ZACK JONES: This is a team that’s built of two of some of the toughest wrestlers you’ll ever see. We don’t back down from challenges, like Surgical Tendencies does, and we’re not afraid to put ourselves in danger, like the Pretty Committee is. We wrestle because we love doing it and we’re good at it, so if you’re looking for a team that’s scared of getting beaten up, you’re looking at the wrong team.

LOLA J: Okay, so one last question. If you guys actually pull it off and win the HKW World Tag Team championships, what are you planning on doing differently than the others?

Inferno whispers something to Zack, who then responds.

ZACK JONES: First off, we’re going to be the first ever HKW World Tag Team champions that have a Dragonzord in their possession.

The audience roars at this and Inferno smiles, while Zack shakes his head and chuckles.

ZACK JONES: Secondly, we’re going to take what Sine Mora did and we’re going to make it even better. We’re going to let teams from this brand, from this company, and from even around the world challenge for these titles. These matches can also feature more than one team stepping up to the plate. We’ll take on two, three, four, eleven teams at a time if we want to. And hell, it doesn’t even have to be in standard matches! We can have ladder matches! We can fight inside a steel cage! Maybe we empty the arena and fight all over the stands?! How about a raised cage? Tornado tag with some Texas bullrope added? Sure! We’ll do whatever to prove that we are without a shadow of a doubt one of the best tag teams in wrestling. That we are two great wrestlers solely, but that when you combine us, we’re one of the worst pairings you could face because we don’t hold back. Just like we won’t be holding back at Destiny when we face those two teams you saw get embarrassed out there.

Zack then takes his leave, while Inferno stays behind and looks at Lola up, who looks at him weirdly for a second.

INFERNO: ….Shway.

The audience can be heard cracking up as Inferno leaves a very confused Lola behind, though she seems to shake it off and head towards the opposite direction as the scene fades out.

???: If young Ferno doesn’t trust ya Zords will shoot ya.

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WHISPER VIPER: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a six person tag team match!

The crowd lets out a thunderous roar, but it was nothing compared to what was to come next…

"You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

"Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd going absolutely ballistic for the HKW Triple Crown winner. The lights in the arena dimmer down and gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp as Felicity’s eyes appear on the knoxotron.

"Nothing's gonna save meeeee!
The evil that I see! Has taken over mee!
No one's gonna save meeeeee!
The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!"


The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena! Felicity makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and one of her t-shirts wrapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect and turns her attention to the ring.

WHISPER VIPER: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

After Whisper announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps, making her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and launches the t-shirt wrapped around her waist into the crowd while soaking in the cheers from her thousands of fans. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle rope. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena.

BRIAN MASON: You could tell she’s enjoying this. At one point, many believed we’d never see Felicity again. Myself included.

JACK WARREN: If only we could be that lucky…

BRIAN MASON: It saddens me that you could legitimately hate someone that has as much passion and determination as Felicity.

JACK WARREN: I don’t hate her, though. I’m sick of people like you acting like she’s an angel sent from heaven. This girl is evil and that’s why she’s able to take the beatings she takes! She’s a descendent of Satan himself and soon everyone’s gonna see that!

BRIAN MASON: Whatever you say, Jack.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and patiently waits for go-time.

WHISPER VIPER: AND HER PARTNER!

We put this festival on you bastards, with a lot of love
We worked around the year for you pigs
Are you gonna break our walls down?
Are you gonna try it?
Well you go to hell!


The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs.

However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs.

WHISPER VIPER: From Clitheroe, Lancashire, England! STANDING AT SIX FOOT ONE, AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN POUNDS! THE RIPPER, JAAAAAAAAAACKIE FOOOOOWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLER!

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.

BRIAN MASON: This might be the one person in this company that has as much of a problem with RIP as Felicity.

JACK WARREN: It’s an act, Mason! This guy isn’t called a bastard because of his heart! He’s got a goal here, and if I were Felicity? I’d watch my back.

BRIAN MASON: You are ridiculous. The Reapers have cost this man his championship! He may have been the one to defend the ITV Championship to earn a World title match, but we won’t know now because of Viktor Volkov, AG3 and that prick referee!

JACK WARREN: Whoa. Calm down, Mason. Don’t want you having a panic attack at ringside.

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 as he moves toward his partner and begins to discuss strategy.

WHISPER VIPER: AND THEIR PARTNER!

The lights dim darkening the arena to pitch black. After two minutes go by building the anticipation in the arena "Cali Dreamin'" by. Kid Ink hits the PA system with a cobra is shown centered in the middle of the Knoxtron as various Emilio Vialpando highlights play in the background while the snake's body begins to pulsate as the music plays.

California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, (tha alumni) stay, stay
California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, stay, stay


The music takes a pause for a moment as the knoxtron fades to black but the outline of the cobra is seen still pulsating. Fans are heard chanting "EMILIO! EMILIO! EMILIO!". Thirty seconds later sparks begin to rain down on the stage as Emilio Vialpando is seen standing there looking out to the fans as the music returns to play. The video package comes back minus the cobra in the center.

WHISPER VIPER: Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!!!!

He cracks a smile and points out to the crowd nodding his head as they chant his name. He then begins to head down ramp.

While on the ramp he slaps a few of the fans hand and stops at the bottom of the ramp. He looks down to his feet and suddenly fireworks begin going off along the ramp as he then holds up hands while looking up to the ceiling screaming out to the top of his lungs...

"VIVA LA UE"

The fireworks stop going off and Emilio sprints towards the ring and slides in.

BRIAN MASON: This may very well be HKW’s version of the dream team right here. Two hall of famers, and a man many believe will be at the top of HKW sooner than later.

JACK WARREN: Here comes the brown nosing…

BRIAN MASON: What do you mean, Jack? I’m just telling you the cold hard facts here. We have two former World Champions, the first two legitimate World Champions in fact. Two of those see as the faces of all of Hard Knox Wrestling plus a up and comer in Jackie Fowler. And if that’s not good enough for you. Think about all of the historic matches these three have been in. You need an example? Think back to Crowned Royalty when Emilio here went head to head with the first ever three time HKW World Champion Shane Atwater at Madison Square Garden! THey blew the roof off that place!?

JACK WARREN: Yeah, and neither of them could even seal the deal. Sounds like you when you try and pull a girl. Your execution is great but when it comes down to it...You’re just a pitiful fucking failure. Just like that piece of bird shit Shane Atwater will forever be! He’ll never be the man! None of these schmucks will be! None of them! And that’s wh both of their GM’s aren’t making that rematch happen. Because no one wants to see Shane Atwater stink up the biggest pay per view in all of wrestling!

He then walks across and climbs up a corner turnbuckle looking out to the crowd while holding up "LA" with his fingers after placing the title back on his shoulders. He nods and hops down to the ring and joins his partners in waiting…

WHISPER VIPER: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!

The crowd goes mute, the knoxotron showing the signature skull of the Reapers in Pride…

HEEEEEERE I STAND
HELPLESSSSSS AND LEFT FOR DEAD!


The infamous theme song of the Reapers in Pride takes over the sound system, the fans filling the arena with boos. The camera's focus in on the faces of Banks and Fowler, both of them looking ready to strike at any moment while Vialpando tries to keep them calm.

BRIAN MASON: If looks could kill, Jack…

JACK WARREN: You’d be a murderer?

Cameras pan back to the entrance ramp to show AG3, Luke Wisia and Viktor Volkov make their way to the top of the stage, none of them in a rush to get to the ring. Wisia stares directly at Fowler and then at Felicity, tucking his head just a bit to break contact. Volkov holds the ITV Championship high in the air as AG3 shouts random nonsense at the trio in the ring, none of them seeming phased by any of it.

BRIAN MASON: Are they just gonna stand at the top of entrance ramp and pose or are we gonna have a fight?

Just as Mason finishes his word, Lance Winters and the rest of the Reapers come out onto the entrance ramp to join their fellow clubmates, the crowd growing anxious. Banks, Fowler and Vialpando realize what’s about to happen as they watch the most dominant faction in HKW history stroll towards the ring; with the exception of Lance Winters who remains atop the stage.

JACK WARREN: HAHAHAHA!

BRIAN MASON: Again?! A-fucking-gain?! You’re kidding me!

JACK WARREN: THE REAPERS ALWAYS WIN, MASON!

The six RIP stablemates make it halfway down the entrance ramp before Jaxon Queen comes charging down the ramp and lays Luke out with a lariat to the back of the neck!

BRIAN MASON: HELL YEAH!

Queen immediately pounces on Wisia and starts unleashing of fury of strikes before the rest of Reapers rush to Luke’s aid! They manage to rip Queen off Wisia, but Banks, Fowler and Vialpando join the fight at ringside and start taking it to the Reapers in Pride!

Queen goes right back after Luke, chasing him down to the floor and all the way to the back while Fowler pairs off with Volkov and exchanges right hands! Vialpando handles Chance Frost with a 540 roundhouse kick, then proceeds to back body drop AG3 all the way into the crowd!

JACK WARREN: HOLY HELL! SOMEONE HELP AG3!

The crowd catches AG3 and ‘crowd surf’ her back onto the ramp, only for her to catch a hellacious knockout punch from Fowler! Using the distraction, Volkov escapes through the crowd, but Fowler chases right after him!

Back inside the ring, Felicity stands in the middle of Reese Spencer and ODB3! The two young Reapers charge forward, but Felicity slides between ODB’s legs making both Reapers collide with one another! Felicity immediately punts the hell out of ODB’s little Balou’s, and then blasts Reese with a spin kick to the midsection to make them both drop to their knees!

BRIAN MASON: BOW THE FUCK DOWN!

JACK WARREN: Shut up…

Felicity waits for Emilio to get back in the ring, then pulls her kneepad down as Emilio lines up in the corner across from her. They count to three then charge forward, Felicity blasting Spencer with a knee and Vialpando beheading ODB with a boot, both Reapers heads colliding with one another!

BRIAN MASON: Jeeze Louise! That might be a concussion!

Felicity spins around and locks eyes with Lance Winters, the RIP President letting out a maniacal laughter as he applauds the HKW mainstays. Felicity exits the ring and steps over the lifeless body of Chance Frost (A.I style), looking ready to bring the fight to Winters!

Instead, she puts on the brakes once she notices Lance moving toward the back, the HKW World championship wrapped around his head to annoy Triple Crown Winner.

LANCE WINTERS: NOT TODAY MY SWEETS...Not toddaayyy. TeheheehehAHAHAHAHAhohohoHAHAHA.

Once Winters disappears as he heads off to the back, Felicity looks as if she was going to go after him but before she could she again stops in her tracks as a massive man walks out onto the stage wearing an RIP cut.

BRIAN MASON: What in the hell is that?!

JACK WARREN: A Reaper that will eat your soul, Mase!

Emilio is seen mouthing the words “what the fuck” as he looks up to see the large Reaper standing there with his fist clenched while staring down at the ring. Felicity’s eyes are wide as she too was not expecting to see this new face not knowing what in the hell was going on.

BRIAN MASON: … I seriously cannot wait for this match.

The larger reaper raises his arm and points directly at Felicity which causes the fans to boo even more.

BRIAN MASON: Is...Is he pointing at Felicity?!

JACK WARREN: Hold on, Mase! I’m being told we got something going on backstage!

WINNER: NO CONTEST (0:00)

A camera team rushes backstage to see Viktor Volkov and Jackie Fowler exchanging shots once again! Volkov gets the better of the attack and bounces Fowler’s head off the nearest wall, but the adrenaline rushing through Fowler’s body makes him ignore the pain and strike Volkov with a massive European uppercut!

Volkov stumbles back onto an equipment crate, Fowler hunching over to pick up the ITV Championship! With the title in his grasp, Fowler rushes forward and tries to behead Volkov with it, but Volkov ducks out of the way and pokes Fowler in the eye before he takes off, leaving his championship with Fowler!

BRIAN MASON: AND THIS MATCH! THIS IS ANOTHER MATCH I WANT TO SEE AT DESTINY!

JACK WARREN: Screw that! Fowler should be arrested! He just stole the ITV Championship.

BRIAN MASON: He didn’t steal it. Volkov left it there because Jackie Fowler had the former World Champion SHOOK!

JACK WARREN: Don’t ever use that word again, Mason.

Fowler then shakes the cobwebs off, rubbing his eye from the jab he took, pacing back and forth like a wild animal, clutching his old title belt in his hands and staring upon.

JACKIE FOWLER: VOLKOV! Volkov, you dog shagging, Russki wankshaft! You actually wanna man up for once in your limp dicked life, eh? Wanna frickin’ prove yourself? You want this fuckin’ title back, eh? Come and have a go then. Come and have a go and take it from me hands, you Putin-guzzling thundercunt! Destiny! MEET ME AT FRIGGIN’ DESTINY! Let’s see if you’re a man or just a little Sickle bitch!

Fowler whips the belt around, smashing a nearby drinks dispenser as he does so, before the camera cuts away to a commercial for eVolve’s latest premiere shows.
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As the scene fades backstage HKW World Champion and Reapers In Pride President Lance Winters is seen walking down the hall with a chipper smile on his face as he followed by the massive new Reaper we were introduced to earlier during the brawl that was supposed to be a six man tag team match. The large man seems to be wearing an international patch we have noticed as of late on his cut. Backstage interviewer Eli Zayn is seen running towards the champion and the massive Reaper and stops as he beings to realize what he was doing. Interviewing one of if not the most dangerous man in the company and the biggest brute that Hard Knox Wrestling has seen since Harbinger. He gulps as Lance notices him standing there still with the microphone in hand.

LANCE WINTERS: ELI MY BOY! WHAT’A goes there MY OLD FRIEND?

Winters looks him up and down seeing how afraid he was.

LANCE WINTERS: Ooh buddy, YOU’RE LOOKING A LITTLE PALE there ol’ chap. You alright? STICK YOU LITTLE NOGGIN somewhere it shouldn’t HAVE BEEN? Well look here KID I CAN GIVE YOU some advice but you’re not gonna like i---

ELI ZAYN: NO! I mean...No. No thank you. I just need a dri---I mean I was just him. I was hoping to ask you a couple questions about what happened out there between the Reapers and Felicity, Emilio and Jackie out there.

The World Champion begins to laugh as he reflects on what happened.

LANCE WINTERS: I had to see SOMETHING. I HAD TO SEE if ol’ Felly was REALLY BACK TO HER OLD SELF. I mean...Gosh. This girl HAS REALLY RECOVERED QUICKLY HASN’T SHE? She really is FULL OF wonder, that girl she is.

Winters leans in.

LANCE WINTERS: If you HAD TO ASK ME, I’d say she’s on ROIDS or back on the PAINKILLERS AGAIN. Something, I DON’T KNOW don’t ask me. I’m not an expert.

Lance stands back up straight and continues to laugh.

LANCE WINTERS: She’s about TO WALK INTO A MATCH with ME, Eli. ME. PWEEETTTYYYY LITTLE OL MEEEEEE. That’s a tough task to take, don’t YOU THINK? I...I’m just ONE TOUGH cookie aren’t I?

Eli cautiously nods.

LANCE WINTERS: BUUUTTTTT MMYY buddy HERE, is going to PUT WITTLE FELLY through her LAST TEST. JUST TO MAKE SURE she’s ready you know?

Lance turns to the massive man.

LANCE WINTERS: HIS NAME IISSSS GOLIATH!!!! No, I’m kidddinngggg. His name is JASON BOYARSKI. ELIIIII, Jason. Jason, Eli.

Jason stares down at Eli making him gulp.

LANCE WINTERS: Sorry, JASON’S REALLY not much of a people person.

Lance looks over to the camera and takes the makes it focus on him as he gets closer into it.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU HEAR that, Felly? YOU’RE GONNA BE GOING UP AGAINST thiissssss guy at House of Pain: Homecoming!!! And ooohhh I can’t waittttt! See you there sweetie pie! Toodles! Tehehehhahahahah!!!!!

Winters cracks up as he begins to make his way down the hallway as Jason follows close behind.

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Hunter is seen backstage sitting on a bench in the locker room area unwrapping his taped up wrists. He looks a little down but he smiles at the camera seeing it back in the locker room. He pulls the tape off tossing it at the nearest trash can and missing. He shakes his head.

HUNTER WERTH: Guess it wasn’t meant to be. Been waiting over a month, was hoping an opportunity would come up. But I’ll be ready to go next show. No doubt…

Hunter grabs the tape from his other hand and begins to unravel it. He stands to his feet as he unravels it and tosses it in the trash can. He leans down again and picks up the roll that he had missed with and tosses it in too. He then turns around and points to the locker and his clothes letting them know he’s going to change now, the camera nods and then begins heading out of the locker room as the scene fades back into the arena.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is your main event for the evening! It is a steel cage match for the HKW Bloodlust championship! The only ways to win the match are by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage!

The wavy entrance to “Paper Planes” plays over the PA system, while green-and-blue strobes dance throughout the crowd. As the song finally bombards the arena, Ashlyn De Luca emerges through the curtains, black hoodie pulled up over her head, a casual stride to her step as she looks out into the audience. She walks down the ramp at a leisurely pace, but pauses before breaking into a half-jog, running toward the barrier closest to the hard-camera. She leaps onto the barricade, motioning for the camera to “catch her good side”, flashing THE MOST MARKETABLE SMILE to the audience at home before slapping the hands of those closest to her in the front row. She finally hops down from the barricade and pivots, sliding into the ring from the cage entranceway. She hits the ropes just once before coming to a stop in the center, smirking back out to the crowd as she pulls her hoodie off, tossing it out of the cage as her music fades.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, she is the challenger....ASHLYN DE LUCA!!!

The opening chords of 'The Devil's Bleeding Crown' by Volbeat begins to play throughout the arena as The Crimson Baroness steps out from behind the curtain; her title belt is wrapped around her waist as she poses,, resting both hands on the head of her cane. The crowd immediately begin booing and jeering, letting The Baroness know exactly what they think of her, but she simply smirks as she begins her slow walk to the ring, shrugging off the hatred with a sense of non-chalance. The Baroness climbs up the ring steps, posing on the apron as she undoes the belt from around her waist. She hoists the title up into the air, drawing another chorus of boos from the crowd. The Baroness urges the referee to hold the ropes open for her before she steps in under the middle ropes; She hands the belt to the referee before she waits for the match to begin.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, she is the reigning and defending HKW Bloodlust champion...THE CRIMSON BARONESS!!!

Whisper exits the ring with the Bloodlust title after the ref raises it high. Once she’s out of there, the ref outside closes the door and locks it, allowing the match to begin!

STEEL CAGE MATCH
FOR THE HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP
Ashlyn De Luca vs The Crimson Baroness ©


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings and Ashlyn De Luca shoots right out of the gate, cornering The Crimson Baroness and beating her down in her corner with multiple punches, the audience cheering her on as she does this! Ashlyn then pulls her out of the corner and hits a quick snap suplex as the audience cheers before she quickly rolls over and goes for the cover!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Not nearly enough there to get the win.

JACK WARREN: But smart anyways. You force TCB to waste energy kicking out, even if it’s a very minimal task.

De Luca gets up to her feet after the kickout and grabs TCB before pushing her back into a corner and firing off with a chop that rings out throughout the arena! But TCB turns it around on the 2017 YGC winner and puts her in the corner instead before catching her with a chop to the chest as well, forcing the impact to echo throughout the arena. However, Ashlyn does not like this and begins firing off with quick slaps to the face of TCB, sending the young woman stumbling backwards before wrapping her arms around her waist and hitting a belly to belly suplex to drop the Bloodlust champion again!

BRIAN MASON: The champ thought she could get away with that chop to the chest, but the challenger really took it to her right there!

JACK WARREN: Effective enough, but if a bitch slapped me like that I would slap back. Ask Onyx Payne after I beat her ass at Destiny!

BRIAN MASON: That’s not how Destiny went at all.

JACK WARREN: WERE YOU IN THE RING WHEN IT HAPPENED? NO, SO SHUT YOUR TRAP!

The Atlanta native gets to her feet after the belly to belly and wonders what she should do next, not believing what she’s done so far to be enough to allow her to escape. So instead she grabs the Philadelphian and hooks her head before going for a brainbuster, only for the champion to slip behind her before catching the challenger with a forearm to the back of the head! TCB then spins Ashlyn around and kicks her in the gut, keeling her over, before hitting the ropes and coming back to his a scissors kick! The Baroness then goes for the cover, hooking both legs!

BRIAN MASON: Nice scissors kick there by TCB!

JACK WARREN: That might just be ball game already, Mase!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

TCB looks annoyed after the kickout, but she doesn’t let it faze her. Instead, she gets to her feet and stomps away at Ashlyn, wanting to because as much damage with those stomps as she could. She then stomps Ashlyn in the gut, forcing her to writhe around the mat in pain. The stomps just keep coming until TCB finally decides that they are over and begins heading over to the cage door, telling the ref to open the cage door!

BRIAN MASON: Looks like TCB is about to end this right now!

JACK WARREN: Not smart. I can already see De Luca st-

Before he can even say anything else, De Luca surges to her feet and turns TCB around before she can step through the ropes before catching her with a European uppercut that sends her falling back into the corner. The ref outside closes the door as Ashlyn just fires off with multiple European uppercuts, knocking TCB loopy before she irish whips her into the opposite ropes! Ashlyn then charges towards that corner and catches TCB with another European uppercut, knocking some spit out of her mouth!

BRIAN MASON: Ashlyn De Luca is not holding back tonight!

JACK WARREN: Why the fuck would she be? SHe’s challenging for a fucking title.

The challenger pulls the champion out of the corner afterwards and lifts her up before dropping her right on her head with a brainbuster! The Atlanta native then goes for the cover, hoping this is enough to regain the championship she lost!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: No! Not enough for De Luca!

JACK WARREN: It was a solid brainbuster but come on, she knows she’s gotta do better than that!

Ashlyn shakes her head after TCB kicks out, so she gets to her feet and opts to climb the cage instead this time. De Luca, obviously not at 100% after the few minutes she’s already spent in this match, slowly moves up on the ropes before starting to put her feet on the cage as she climbs them. But the slow climbing gives TCB enough time to recover, allowing her to walk over and pull Ashlyn off of the cage! The challenger lands on her feet but the champion catches her with a spinning back fist that sends her hitting the cage wall first before falling to the mat!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch. That was a spinning back fist.

JACK WARREN: SHE HIT HER SO HARD SHE EVEN DROVE HER HEAD INTO THE CAGE!

TCB smirks as she hears the audience booing her while she takes a small breather. Once she’s done with that, she hooks Ashlyn’s head and uses the cage to help her hit a tornado DDT, driving Ashlyn’s head into the mat! De Luca is down as The Baroness goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: TCB thought she had it there, but Ashlyn just gets her shoulder up before the three count could be made!

TCB, looking annoyed, slowly crawls over to the corner before helping herself up and beginning to climb the turnbuckles, taking a few seconds to look behind her and make sure Ashlyn stays down as she reaches the top turnbuckle. The champion then slowly begins to climb the cage wall, but the challenger is able to get up and climb the turnbuckles as well before punching away at TCB’s back!

JACK WARREN: I think one of them might have to give the other a concussion in order to win this match.

Ashlyn brings TCB down onto the top turnbuckle eventually before wrapping her arms around TCB’s waist and signaling for a German suplex off of the top rope! The Philly native realizes the trouble she’s in, so she grabs a hold of the cage and tries her best to hold on....

....but Ashlyn manages to force her grip to break before sending her crashing down onto the mat with a German suplex, getting the audience to roar in approval!

BRIAN MASON: GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!

JACK WARREN: DID I SAY CONCUSSION?! I MAY HAVE MEANT A BROKEN FREAKING NECK!

The champion is writhing around the mat in pain while the challenger lies there for a bit, clearly trying to rest up a bit before she slowly gets to her feet. Ashlyn then looks around and begins climbing the same corner TCB was climbing as the audience cheers her on, clearly wanting her to win this match! She’s slow to do all of this, but once she reaches the top turnbuckle, TCB is still down!

BRIAN MASON: Ashlyn could win it here!

As Ashlyn begins climbing the cage, TCB begins to stir before she uses the ropes to help herself up. As Ashlyn is half up the cage, TCB begins stumbling over the door and motions for it to be opened! The audience begins to warn De Luca what’s happening and she turns just in time to see the door open and TCB slowly moving towards it!

JACK WARREN: Ha! De Luca just realized she fucked up not going out the door! We’re about to see another successful defense!

TCB gets closer there and the audience begins to boo as it looks like she’s about to win, only for Ashlyn to hop down onto the top turnbuckle! She then takes a deep breath before running along the ropes, doing a pretty good ropewalk before leaping off and catching TCB with a front dropkick that sends the champion crashing into the cage wall and ropes before falling to the mat! The ref outside closes the door again as Ashlyn crawls over and makes the cover!

BRIAN MASON: HOLY HELL! ASHLYN JUST RAN THE ROPES TO GET THERE IN TIME TO DROPKICK TCB! GOOD LORD, I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE!

JACK WARREN: I CAN SEE WHY THE FUCK SHE WON YGC THEN! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY I’M ABOUT TO LOSE IF THIS IS A THREE COUNT?!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

The audience lets out a sigh as the champion manages to shoot her shoulder up! Ashlyn gets to her feet slowly after that, obviously having some damage done to her back after that fall she took. She then walks over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle before position herself on top! The audience cheers as they watch her leap off and hit diving double knees on a prone TCB before going for the cover again!

BRIAN MASON: DIVING DOUBLE KNEES!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: THANK GOD!

Ashlyn looks absolutely exhausted and does not know what to do, so she gets to her feet and begins to climb the turnbuckles again after taking a second to get a breath before she climbs the turnbuckles. However, as she reaches the top turnbuckle, TCB manages to find some sort of second wind and she quickly swipes at Ashlyn’s legs, forcing her to land ass first on the top turnbuckle and somehow land in the tree of woe position!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch! TCB got her there! And- what the hell is she doing?!

TCB quickly takes advantage at the position Ashlyn is in and unties her boots before taking the laces and tying them quickly around the ropes! TCB then steps back and watches as De Luca realizes the position she’s in and tries her best to get out, but she’s trapped!

JACK WARREN: BRILLIANT! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BRILLIANT!

The Bloodlust champion then smiles as she walks over and disrespectfully climbs the ropes next to Ashlyn until she reaches the top rope before shuffling over to the top turnbuckle! TCB then looks back down at the frustrated Ashlyn and smiles as she slowly begins to climb the cage, Ashlyn unable to do anything and the audience only being able to boo. Once she reaches the top of the cage, The Crimson Baroness swings one leg over and looks back down to make sure De Luca is still stuck, which she is.

BRIAN MASON: Ugh, this can’t be happening!

JACK WARREN: PAY ME MY MONEY, MASE!

TCB then begins climbing down until she reaches the end. She looks right at Ashlyn, who looks right back at her. The champion then takes one hand off of the cage and taps her head to brag about how she outsmarted her challenger tonight. Then, after shooting a wink at the challenger, she hops off, landing with her feet on the ground before falling completely down on the ground due to being exhausted!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner via escape.....AND STILL YOUR HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION....THE CRIMSON BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARONESS!!!

The audience boos as loud as they can as the ref on the outside walks over and hands the title to TCB while the ref inside unties Ashlyn and lets her fall to the mat! While she gets checked on, Ashlyn just looks at TCB, who slowly gets to her feet and raises her title to even louder boos.

BRIAN MASON: Ugh. I gotta give it to The Crimson Baroness tonight. She thought her way into another defense.

JACK WARREN: YOU DAMN RIGHT! ALL HAIL THE BLOODLUST CHAMPION!

The show comes to an end with TCB backpedaling up the ramp, title still up high, a smirk on her face as Ashlyn glares at her.

WINNER (and STILL champion): The Crimson Baroness (15:04)
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