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DESTINY 3 | AFTERSHOW
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Brian Stryker

Brian Stryker is sitting backstage. The roars of Destiny is going full blast as the fans are wildly cheering on the show. Brian is isolated in a far corner of the arena where very few workers are ever around. He is sitting on a crate against a taller stack of crates as he has his head in his hands The images of his match…..if you can call that match...against Alex Reyn stuck in his mind.

Burned permanently into his eyes were the horrified looks of the fans. The look on Brooke’s face as he left Reyn a bloody beaten mess on the mat. The way his son wouldn’t even look at him...his own father. What was he? What did he become? His hatred for Reyn was so high he let himself fall into that disgusting pit that Reyn loved to live in. He allowed himself to listen to that horrible voice in his head.

BRIAN STRYKER: What am I? What did I become?!

Brian drags his hands through his hair, feeling himself spiraling deeper and deeper as it sets in: Reyn got to him. Reyn got to him and he became the monster that Reyn himself is. And what’s worse… he enjoyed it. He enjoyed every second of torturing Reyn, of the feeling of his skin breaking beneath his knuckles and Reyn’s blood coating his hands.

How did this happen…? How did he let Reyn push him that far…?

Before he could fall any deeper into the abyss, he felt a pair of slender arms wrapped around his back and hold him tightly… followed by a much smaller pair wrapping around his leg. He didn’t look up cause he knew instantly who it was.

BRIAN STRYKER: It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

He was lying. He knew deep down it was only gonna end that way. When the man who has been a pain in his ass more than anyone before kept prodding him and poking him, it was only destined to end with one of them if not both of them on the verge of death. His hands faintly red from the dried blood from both himself and Reyn, reached back and placed itself on the arm of one of the two only people he really cared about.

BROOKE DAUGHERTY: B-Brian, it’s okay… everything’s gonna be okay….

A small sniffle from her, along with the sad, somber tone told her she’d been crying before she and Richie came here. Brooke always did whenever he went overboard and got hurt in matches, but this… it felt different. She isn’t crying because he got hurt. She’s crying because of just how far across the line he went… how far gone he let himself go for those few minutes, just to take Reyn down.

BRIAN STRYKER: No it won’t….not as long as I continue to think that the only way is through brutality and violence….I gotta change….I have to….for him.

He reaches down and rubs the top of his sons head. He had to make things right. He had to figure out a way to make it better. He just had to. He slowly turned around and looked his wife in the eyes, running his hand over her cheek.

BRIAN STRYKER: I’m gonna make this right.

Brooke sniffles a bit, but absently leans into his touch as she looks up at him. She reaches up and places her hands on either side of his face as Richie just nuzzles into his father’s leg, almost as if trying to comfort him as well.

BROOKE DAUGHERTY: Whatever you do… you know he’ll love you regardless, right?

How Richie reacted to that image of Brian standing there, covered in Reyn’s blood with an honest to God smile as he tried to end the man’s life wasn’t lost on Brooke. Neither was what it did to Brian the second that he saw it.

BROOKE DAUGHERTY: We both will…

Brian smiled a bit, still in pain, as he reached down and picked his son up. He held him close as he rubbed the back of his head.

BRIAN STRYKER: Things are gonna be different. I swear. Let’s….let’s just get me cleaned up.

Brian gets up, still holding his son as he goes off to get himself cleaned and cared by the doctors on site.
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RECORDED BEFORE DESTINY 3…

The scene fades in on the wrestler’s entrance to the building, fans are seen in the background behind barriers, and heard shouting something slightly inaudible that rhymes with “Luck”.

Moments later, a dog enters the building attached to a leash held by Golden Opportunity ladder match participant Ace Watson. The dog’s name is Tuck, and he's a good boy. The pair barely make it a few steps inside the building before a short balding man dressed in black and wearing a headset approaches them.

ARENA EMPLOYEE: Um, sir, dogs aren't allowed in this building, you're gonna have to take him back outside.

Ace turns to the man, staring him down with a blank expression. Tuck walks up and sits down next to Watson, as his owner and the now slightly nervous man stare off awkwardly. This continues for a few long and drawn out moments before Tuck walks up to the small man, lifts his leg up, and urinates all over his shoes.

Ace maintains eye contact with the man, a subtle smug smile appearing on his face as the man’s expression turns to that of a helpless disgust.

ACE WATSON: Hm.

Tuck finishes urinating, and Ace turns away from the man and the pair continue on the way they were headed, through the corridors and backstage hallways. Soon he hears some catty laughing which catches his attention, as the Pretty Committee are fixing their make up. Noticing Ace Bianca, turns her head and says in a bitchy tone.

BIANCA DAVIS: Aw you brought your dog Acey Poo.

She said sarcastically his old nickname she gave him when they dated, as Veronica laughs as well. Ace stops in his place sighs, his previously smug look turning to that of someone who doesn't look like they want to be there. Tuck sits down next to him like a good boy.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Aw did he kid himself thinking he can bring the dog in here.

She said with a loud chuckle, as both members of the Pretty Committee share a bitchy giggle.

ACE WATSON: Don't call me that, B… And yeah I brought Tuck. I got special pissmis- permissions to bring him here. Now can I go or are you gonna just keep saying stuff to me?

Bianca and Veronica laugh loudly as they speak.

BIANCA DAVIS:You’d want that wouldn’t you? But we have a world tag team title match to win. You know since we are the biggest stars in the tag team division. But it’s okay but everyone knew you as Mr. Bianca Davis and now they don’t.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh like totally we are the Pretty Committe Defiances best tag team, and was Subversions if we were still on that brand we would of been tag team champions already. But allow us to say what we do to Team DLC and Surgical Tendencies is going to be a thing of beauty you should watch.

Ace sighs again, wanting to leave. Tuck nudges Watson’s leg with his head, also wanting to leave. Ace compensates him with a scratch behind the ear.

ACE WATSON: I'll watch. But I don't know about if you're actually going to win…

He says slightly nervously.

The Pretty Committee looks shocked at his “rudeness”

BIANCA DAVIS:Ugh like how rude Acey poo. You should know no tag team thinks like we do. We are like sisters duh! And good luck trying to climb that ladder you might measure up there.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Now if you excuse us we are going to go slay some basics. It was nice meeting your basic ex boyfriend now bye felica.

They smirk, before sauntering off, with Bianca blowing a smug kiss to her ex boyfriend. Ace turns his head away from them, almost as if he was dodging the kiss Bianca blew at him. He looked away off camera for a while, making sure they were definitely gone before then kneeling down next to Tuck and giving him a fuss.

ACE WATSON: Sorry about them, boy. I'll get that case for you later.

TUCK: Woof.

ACE WATSON: Hey, it's a shame we bumped into that guy first, yeah?

He says as he then stands back up and patted Tuck’s head then they both walked off screen.
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OOC - Felix Vialpando Aftermath

As the scene faded backstage inside of the trainers room where the now former two time HKW Global Tag Team Champion Felix Vialpando is seen sitting there on a bed being patched up by one of the medical trainers. Felix was lost in a daze after losing his championship belts against a team he thought was beneath him in the Super Mario Wrestling Bros. He couldn’t believe that he and Levi lost at the biggest pay per view event in Hard Knox Wrestling, Destiny. The head doctor Dr. Toby Galloway walked over to Felix checking on the stitch work of his medical employee.

Dr. Toby Galloway
Hmm...It doesn’t look too bad, Felix. I don’t believe it’ll leave a scar. I would suggest that you take it easy for a few days and get some rest.

Noticing the state Felix was in Toby looks back at the trainer who patched him up.

Dr. Toby Galloway
How long has he been like this?

Med Trainer
Since they brought him in here, boss.

A voice from outside the room becomes louder and louder until suddenly Reiko is heard shouting and yelling outside of the room before opening the door and storming in, her eyes casting about with a mixture of anger and concern that seems to soften once her eyes fall on Felix. She hurries over to him and kneels down in front of him.

Reiko Aguilar
Baby… hey, hey.. Are you aight???

She notices his dazed demeanor and quickly snaps her fingers in front of his face before looking up and around at the doctor and then the trainer.

Reiko Aguilar
Yo, what da FUCK is wrong wit him???!

Dr. Toby Galloway
He may be in shock. I’m not exactly sure this is my first time seeing him since he has been brought in here.

Dr. Galloway takes out his flashlight pen. Before he could check Felix’s pupils, Vialpando begins to speak.

Felix “El Halcón” Vialpando
...all...his...fault…

Dr. Toby Galloway
Felix? Felix can you hear me? Can you say that again?

Reiko Aguilar
Wait… baby, what are you talkin bout? All… whose fault??

She stares at him in anticipation, wondering what and whom he was actually referring to.

Dr. Toby Galloway
Felix?

Felix hops off of the bed and grabs Toby’s coat.

Felix “El Halcón” Vialpando
IT’S ALL HIS FREAKING FAULT!? ALL HIS FAULT?! ALL HIS FAULT?! ALL HIS FREAKING FAULT?! HE’S GONNA PAY YOU HEAR ME?! HE’S GOING TO PAY?!

Felix let’s go of the doctor and storms out of the trainer’s room. As he does so he unintentionally brushes past his uncle and manager Luis Vialpando who was coming to check on him.

Luis Vialpando
Lixo? Hey where are you going?

The doctor and Reiko walk out of the room watching Felix storm down the hall repeating “All his fault”.

Luis Vialpando
What the hell is going on?

Luis looks down at Reiko and over to the doctor.

Reiko Aguilar
Is he talkin about… his tag partner?

Reiko looked equally confused as the others while she looks at the doctor and then at Luis before rushing down the hall, trying to go after Felix.

Reiko Aguilar
Felix!! Felix, what are you doin?!

She yells out, trying to increase her pace since he was all the way down the hall by now. The scene begins to fade away as Luis and Dr. Galloway watch Reiko chase after Felix.
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HKW EXCLUSIVE | RILEY LYNN UPDATE



The scene fades into the parking lot area of the arena as a backstage interviewer Lola J stands at the scene.

LOLA J: I am here backstage where Riley Lynn is being wheeled away to the ambulance. Word is that the injuries she suffered after diving off of the ladder earlier tonight are serious and she will need advanced medical attention. There is still no idea as to why Riley jumped, but sources close to Lynn says that she had been battling chronic depression.

As the interviewer speaks the EMTs roll Riley in her stretcher over to the ambulance. The sirens sound as they open the back doors to bring her in when…

Suddenly a large male comes rushing into the scene! Lola scrambles to get out of the way as the powerful male figure tosses the EMTs out of the way making grumbling and growling noises stealing Riley’s stretcher! He wheels her off to a black Mercedes and sits her body in the backseat.


LOLA J: I'm not sure what's going on folks, but it appears this man is stealing Riley Lynn! Someone help!

After another glance the interviewer recognizes the man.

LOLA J: Is that?! No it can't be….that's Mason...from Slaves of Sami!!!

Mason shuts the back down and gets into the front seat just as backstage officials rush over toward the vehicle. He pulls off as the crew chases after him, but he's gone with Riley…

LOLA J: It seems that Mason, former Rise member and member of Slaves of Sami has kidnapped Riley Lynn...we will keep you updated as more information becomes available.

The scene cuts.

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The scene fades backstage outside of the trainer’s office, where we see Jinzai swinging the door open with the widest grin imaginable stretched across his face. He’s got bruises all over his body, had his head, neck, and back all tested with how many times Mentez drove him into the canvas, into the STEEL STEPS at ringside… but the pain he was in didn’t matter anymore. He walked away from that fight, from that war, with the W. And that’s all he cares about.

ELI ZAYN: Jinzai! Jinzai! A quick word from you on your match tonight and your victory over Jason Mentez following a very brutal looking match?

Jinzai pauses, before turning around and wrapping an arm around Eli’s shoulders, nearly sending the much smaller man tumbling.

JINZAI: A word on it? Eli, you SAW what happened out there. Everyone saw live in the Alamodome, everybody saw it watching at home from the comfort of their couch. I took on a guy who for the longest prided himself on being a Pillar of Hard Knox Wrestling, and I took everything he had.

Yanking Eli in and ignoring the uncomfortable look on his face, Jinzai begins to list off the things that happened during the match.

JINZAI: Drills me in the temple with an Elbow Strike? I kick out. Tries to take months, YEARS off my life with an intentionally low Tiger Driver? I still kick out. Tries to END ME and endanger everyone at ringside with those steel steps -

ELI ZAYN: But wait, weren’t you the one who…

JINZAI: Oh, what happened next you ask? I STILL. KICKED. OUT. I took the best shots he could muster up the courage to give me, and walked out as the winner. Bottom line, point blank, period. Jason Mentez assumed that he could come back into MY Ring on MY show and things would go right back the way they were when he left? No, no it didn’t work out that way for him. And now he’s gotta face tat cold reality that HKW - That I, have passed him by. There’s nothing left to talk about

Letting Zayn go, Jinzai begins to walk away.

ELI ZAYN: But what about the ending of your match? Mentez clearly kicked out of your Jinzai cutter just seconds after the three count-

Before Zayn could finish up the innocent question on Jinzai’s thoughts about this, he found himself nearly lifted off the ground and pressed right into the wall, Jinzai’s fists balled up tightly as he holds him by the collar. Zayn yelped out, but was instantly silenced by the death glare Jinzai leveled at him as his lips curl into an enraged snarl.

JINZAI: How… how dare you. How fucking dare you, or anyone else try to take that win from me by handing that motherfucker ANY kind of moral victories! So he had a half a second where he could’ve kicked out - SO FUCKING WHAT. You think a record book when this event gets immortalized in one is gonna put an asterisk next to my win and say he was a half a second too late?!

Jerking Zayn back up, he was now nose to nose with Jinzai as the self professed “Supa Saiya-Jin Roze” bared his teeth.

JINZAI: Y-you think when he drags himself to his home in New York, when he has to look his girl and kids in the eyes - the same girl and kids I sent a video of me splitting his skull down to the white meat to, When he looks his mother in the eyes after I walked up to her house, to the house he fucking grew up in, and made every threat under the sun if he DIDN’T come at me with everything he had -

Jinzai slams Zayn back into the wall behind him.

JINZAI: - Do you think he’ll be able to look them in the eyes and say “I almost” kicked out, and it’ll be good enough?! DO YOU!?!?

Two large men are seen running over and pulling Jinzai off of Eli Zayn before he could do anything that would end up getting him possibly suspended. As the camera gets a glimpse of who the two men were, they were Max and Benny the two men who worked for Tony Capone. Sure enough Capone was there walking calmly over to Jinzai and Eli Zayn while puffing away at a cigar that was already half smoked as he we followed by his brute of a henchman, Jorgo. Capone studies the scene for a moment and smiles as he exhales the smoke into Eli’s face.

TONY CAPONE: Gentlemen, gentlemen. Let’s not ruin a good ol’ night over some sort of technicality. Now why would you want to go and spoil the Dragon’s good mood, huh Mr. Zayn?

Capone tilts his head and chuckles to himself.

TONY CAPONE: We’ve all seen what he’s capable of when he’s angry.

Tony looks back at Jinzai who is still being restrained by Max and Benny.

TONY CAPONE: You can let him go, boys. I believe The Dragon here is a bit more calm now, right?

Jinzai nods, running a hand through his hair as he finally pulls himself free.

JINZAI: Yeah, yeah. I’m calm. I’m -

He fakes out punching Eli, who shrinks away the second Jinzai raises his fist. Jin gives a smug smirk, before finally turning his attention back to Tony.

JINZAI: -Okay, now I’m calm. Sorry ya had to see that. I just HATE people trying to undermine what I did tonight, y’know? I beat a Hall of Famer and Former World Champion… granted, a broken down,, past it version of him, but hey. He knew what it would be once he accepted the match, right?

Tony nods with a light laugh.

TONY CAPONE: Quite so. And if he didn’t before...He sure as hell knows now. Everyone does. Everyone who watched tonight knows.

Capone turns to Jorgo and nods to him as he reaches behind his back and reveals a bottle of expensive champagne.

TONY CAPONE: But let’s not focus on the naysayers filled with pure ignorance pumping through their veins, Dragon. Let’s celebrate as the Gods we truly are and meant to be.

He looks back to Jinzai with a smirk.

TONY CAPONE: Tonight is your night, Drago.

Jin’s lips curve into a smile, but he pauses at the champagne and eyes it curiously.

JINZAI: ...Don’t normally drink, big guy. But fuck it. Tonight’s a celebration, and I’m all charged up off of everything that came with the evening!

Capone laughs as he nods.

TONY CAPONE: Only for celebratory nights like this, Jinzai. C’mon, Kanna is already in the car waiting. Well…

Capone looks Jinzai over a bit.

TONY CAPONE: Hmm...Let’s get you cleaned up first. Go on ahead with Jorgo we’ll wait for you, Drago. I’m sure you two would like to catch up since that New York Minute escapade you had a few weeks back.

He chuckles at the thought. Jinzai smiles a little warmly bit at hearing his wife is in the arena, before outright laughing in remembrance of Jorgo tagging along with him on his :Little Adventures” in his hometown.

JINZAI: That sounds sooo good right now. The sooner I can get out of the same building as these filthy, wishy washy assclowns the better.

The group then walked off towards the directions of the locker rooms, talking and reminiscing all the while leaving a clearly shaken up Eli Zayn behind to look on as the camera fades.
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“Ugh...”

The sound of pain was heard entering the backstage area as the young rook’ Tristan Martinez who had just finished competing in the “Golden Opportunity” ladder match was seen clutching the side of his ribs, a slight lean as he walked gingerly. Despite falling short, there was no sight of disappointment on his face. There wasn’t much of a smile but a look of positivity instead.

TRISTAN MARTINEZ: I didn’t come through tonight...

A sigh came from the other side of the view, whom was Tristan’s Father, Cedro Martinez who had come in support to watch his Son perform among the bright lights. A smile emerged from his face as he pat Tristan on the shoulder.

CEDRO MARTINEZ: It didn’t happen tonight for you as you had hoped but you left it all out there. Everyone got to see a preview what’s in store for the future. You left a good impression. You hung in there with some great vets. Your time will come.

Tristan nodded, still holding to his left side.

TRISTAN MARTINEZ: It will but right now, I jus...I just want to go home and rest.

His Father agreed as the two proceeded forward, that was until one, Defiance’s own, Eli Zayn came into the picture last second.

ELI ZAYN: TRISTAN! Can I get a quick word with you?

Tristan turned around slowly as his Pops looked to intervene to decline but Tristan paused his actions of doing so as he agreed to answering whatever was asked albeit not truly in a mood but he shook it off and walked towards Eli as Cedro stayed where he was. Eli noticed Tristan holding his side.

ELI ZAYN: First off, you alright? I see you a little banged up there.

Tristan nodded.

TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Si! It will be okay in a little while. Just soreness, probably when I got tossed me into that ladder. I’ll be fine. I’m far from fragile.

ELI ZAYN: That’s good. You obviously didn’t win the briefcase tonight but you did leave one HECK of an impression. Really looked good throughout the showcase. Many were wondering about you and your “Who’s Next” Mentor, Christian Kane in this match. He almost came away with with the case.

Tristan let off a sigh, slowly shaking his head as he looked down briefly at the floor before replying.

TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Yes, he almost did what he said he was going to do. He could’ve had it way before Kai had placed himself back in contention. He struggled with grabbing it and precious time cost him. I know you’re wanting to wonder how I feel about him. There’s nothing to feel. I will not worry about him. Payback will come when time calls for it. I am worried on one, Riley Lynn. I...I went out there when she took that dive and I, uhm, mios dios, that was frightening in every sense of the word.

Eli agreed, nodding his head.

ELI ZAYN: That was a very horrid moment. Her status is still unknown but hopefully all is well.

TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Si! My prayers will be sent her way. I must go however. Rest is needed. I may have lost out on that case, but in the end I feel proud of what I put on display out there. More is soon to come!

Tristan made his way back over near to the exits as he joined his Pops as the two made their way to the back. Things had come to a fade.
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The fed cut to the backstage area of San Antonio, Texas’ Alamodome where The Fleexican was seen storming through the halls at a rather quick pace…

Fran, dressed in her black leggings along with a black and blood red Defiance shirt, stopped and looked at the camera for a brief moment with signs of absolute disgust on her face.

FRANCESCA: YAWL THOUGHT I WAS FINNA BE DONE LIKE [/b]THAT?[/b]

The Fleexican questioned the HKW Faithful rhetorically.


FRANCESCA: Nah bruh, see, I ain’t leavin’ on that note. It ain’t NEVA been bout me leavin’ folks. Yawl need to understand somethin’ N’ I’m finna make it CRYSTAL goddamn clear for yawl up in this trash ass state.

The former Crowned Royalty winner stated as the audience remaining in the Alamodome booed her out of the building.

FRANCESCA: In 2K15 me N’ FEL FEL were the REAL fuckin’ main event of Destiny. N’ the front office of Defiance KNEW that shit. They KNEW it. Instead of givin’ Fleexican her RIGHTFUL gotdamn main event for the World Strap what do they do?

She questioned.


FRANCESCA: Put Fleexican in a CURTAIN JERKER fest. They had THE Fleexican go from the BEST goddamn match at Destiny to somethin’ that’s for people who ain’t NEVA done shit. Cause that’s what the hell Golden Opportunity was, YAWL. A lesser fest. MIDCARDVILLE YAWL.

Words coming out of Fran’s mouth may not have made sense to some people but to her they were gospel. She felt as if she worked hard and long enough to warrant a shot at the top championship available in Hard Knox Wrestling.

FRANCESCA: N’ yawl know I ain’t lyin’ bout that Golden shit bein’ a waste of time. Folks already forgot who won the fuckin’ thing N’ ain’t SOUL gave a damn after I pulled outta that jawn. Yawl know what else I pulled outta?

Fran reached down and began to roll up the long sleeved Defiance shirt. She then pulled the shirt off completely before tossing it in the trash altogether! The audience gasped loudly at the disrespect Fran had showed the brand that had so much history behind it. The brand where she cultivated her career. But that wasn’t the most shocking part…

What the camera caught under that now ruined Defiance shirt……a sleeveless bright blue and white Subversion shirt!

FRANCESCA: That’s right bruh. If that snake ass Defiance office don’t wanna lock Fleexican in they too goddamn late cause I’M sayin’ I’m OUT bruh. The Board is trash but yawl know there’s ONE person who be doin’ good work. A lil lady named Selena King? World Champ over at SSWA? She put a lil clause in my exclusive contract none of yawl know about. Yawl know how each contract got that special somethin’? Well them jet rides ain’t all Selena gave me.

She said leaving the HKW fans confused.

FRANCESCA: My contract said Fleexican is signed for FIVE goddamn years. But over the fuckin’ course of those years she can JUMP SHIP to another brand at ANY GODDAMN TIME ONCE providin’ she ain’t holdin’ a title yawl. N’ I’m usin’ this clause now to take my ass to Subversion!

Fleexican pointed towards the Subversion logo printed on her shirt.


FRANCESCA: Cause Golden Opportunity N’ Defiance wasn’t NEVA finna gimmie what I need. Subversion is the place where Fleexican’s finna get that strap. N’ I AM finna be Global Champ. But Cotton, Kol, whateva yawl wanna call him these days is a fuckin’ PLACEHOLDER yawl. A borin’ ass waste of space waitin’ to lose another strap to Fleexican. Alexa Corra WAS the REAL top dog in this shit. N’ now that Fleexican took Subversion’s goddamn best wrestler out. Cause we know she ain’t showin’ up next Subversion…..

Fran pointed towards her face.

FRANCESCA: I’M top dog. Niggas ain’t got no choice but to HAND Fleexican a shot at the Global Title next Pay-Per-View...So get ready yawl. I’m finna collect... Now fuck outta my damn face.

Fran pushed the camera out of her before continuing to walk out of The Alamodome.
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The clicking of heels hits the tiles backstage, the view rising to reveal the immaculate figure of the Black Swan, adorned in a dazzling white dress laced with gold. Her elegant curls are clipped back, and she looks far removed from the gruelling contest she had just competed in. Upon her shoulder is her long sought after prize, the Hybrid Championship, and she gazes upon it adoringly. She pauses in her step, the spring that she had halting as the colour washes from her face and a coldness enters the world. She turns her head towards the darkness, knowing full well what was hiding there.

LADY MAGDALENA: Brother, I know you are there.

From the pitch black, a towering figure steps forth, his piercing blues staring daggers into her. He cracks his knuckles as he sees her, only taking one step forward. She smiles in his direction, seemingly a little uneasy, before she strokes the title on her shoulder gently.

LADY MAGDALENA: Have you come to congratulate your little sister. Andreas?

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: It was all a ruse, wasn’t it?

His voice was as cold as his stare, taking silent footsteps forward. The grin on her face grew ever wider though.

LADY MAGDALENA: The greatest trick there ever was, dearest brother. I even had you thoroughly convinced. You generally did believe in it all, didn’t you?

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: ...

LADY MAGDALENA: You did. You actually did. The crocodile tears, the great stage show that myself and Bobby performed on. Magnificent, wasn’t it? It may have been my greatest triumph. As soon as I was done, I knew I had won.

Magdalena laughs heartily, applauding herself for her achievement, but her brother looks less than impressed.

LADY MAGDALENA: I knew both myself and Sophie were more than capable of taking out the other two, that much was written in the stars. All I needed was for it to be only us at the end, and as fate would have it, this is what occurred. One on one, no matter how good she has become… she can’t defeat me. With what I placed on the line, this made it certain.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: You put your own future, my future, Jessica’s future, Ana’s future… You put them all on the line as a trick? And for what? For what?

There was anger in his voice as he stepped forth, but the Fair Lady remained steadfast. She shook her head, pacing about the area as she began to explain herself, defiance in her voice.

LADY MAGDALENA: It’s been ten months since I lost this title, and in those ten months I have spent every single moment attempting to take it back. But every time I have had the chance, madness has gotten in the way. From Magnum’s assaults, to Sophie’s involvement to Hybrid Hell. Every time I have closed in on getting my earned and deserved rematch, someone has had to throw a spanner in the works. Every. Single. Blasted. Time

Her elation had turned to frustration in the blink of an eye, her anger at the past year’s trials and tribulations seeping out of her pores now. Andreas merely looked on.

LADY MAGDALENA: And then I earned it. I took on the girl and defeated her, soundly. I earned my shot at glory once more, and no one could deny… Or so I thought. Black and that wretched Keaton had to get involved, and Sophie welcomed them with open arms. I have no idea what she was thinking, but she turned what was supposed to be something special, a true contest between mentor and student into… into whatever this was.

She sighed deeply, shaking her head as her speech took a sorrowful tone.

LADY MAGDALENA: I adore the girl, truly I do. But she just had to try to play this little game. She willingly allowed Black and Keaton to get involved, and plotted for this Ultimate Sacrifice nonsense. She tried to make herself the centre of the entire world, and act the puppet master to the masses, pulling the strings and guiding everyone in a dance of lunacy. But little did she know what she had pinned her back to the wall and there was no escape.

As Magdalena raised her head, that glint appeared in her eyes and the slyness grew in her ruby red smile.

LADY MAGDALENA: You don’t play mind games with me. Nobody does. Because I will twist them and turn them on their head. It is my greatest gift. This could have been done the right way, and I did warn her on so many occasions, yet she still insisted on acting the fool. Her reign has been a fool’s errand when she could have been Queen, because she simply does not listen.

She looked to her title, now holding it in both hands as she gazed at it adoringly.

LADY MAGDALENA: This title is more important to me than any other. Every other accomplishment pales in comparison. Why? Because you held them first, and I was infinitely in your shadow for it. From regional reigns in Europe, to my World title in GDW. Always the comparisons. Nobody can compare this to you, no one can overshadow me for what I have done.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: I am not a pawn in your game, Évelyne!

There was thunder and ill intentions in the Morning Star’s voice as he paced forth, the suited beast looking down on his instantly concerned sibling.

LADY MAGDALENA: Sunday names is it, Guntram?

His movement was sudden and swift, a single palm grasping her slender neck and lifting her up into the air with ease. Magdalena’s eyes grew wide in terror, watering as the air was choked out of her. He snarled viciously, rabid saliva spewing from his maw then hissing as it hit the ground.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: How... many... times... have I told you not to utter that name?

His eyes burnt a ferocious molten gold, with crimson spheres setting her entire world aflame as the life was being pulled from her. He had her at full stretch now, her head almost touching the ceiling as she gazed down at the man they called the Devil, the sensation of whirling and loss of control as she tore at his arm with razor sharp talons in a vain quest for freedom. And in that moment, when nothing else worked...

LADY MAGDALENA: Ah--haha...

That faint, breathless, almost childish bout of laughter snapped something in him as he let go. She tumbled down with a thud, gasping for the oxygen that was taken from her. As she looked up with glassy eyes, she saw him clutching his chest as he inhaled rapidly, a meaty palm upon the wall as he himself held on, keeping his own balance as the darkness seemed to leave him, but the anger was ever present as he roared at her.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: Everything could have fallen apart in an instant. Your foolishness could have cost everything we have been trying to build...

LADY MAGDALENA: T-This i-i-isn’t all about you.

She was knelt on the floor now, her own her eyes bloodshot and stinging.

LADY MAGDALENA: T-this was about me. For once in this family’s bloody history, all eyes were on me. And everything I promised came true, every goal I had I reached. And now I have everything I have ever wanted! I have spent the better part of a year building to this moment, and I will not have you ruining it.

He gazed down upon her with disdain, taking a step forward as she shied away, half expecting another grip or a strike.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: You also spent the same amount of time trying to mend bridges with your daughter, and build a friendship with the Kaiser girl. In one movement, you may have ruined that.

LADY MAGDALENA: They will come around.

She shook her head, almost like she was trying to convince herself of her own statement, half believing, half in doubt. Tears were still welling in his eyes, though they were mixed with both fury and sorrow.

LADY MAGDALENA: This was my last and most important lesson for Sophia. Now she knows how I felt when she decided to involve herself in the Hybrid title scene. When I should have been given my opportunity to face Magnum one on one, she had to insert herself into it. And when I did choose her to side with me, she went into business for herself. Could I blame her for wanting glory? No. But she knew what it meant to me. She knew it and did it anyway. I paid the Ultimate Sacrifice that night for choosing her. I made the Ultimate Mistake.

She reached up her hand, almost as if she was begging for assistance. Andreas reached out, and forcibly dragged her to her feet. She gripped hold of him, attempting to hug him as if to gain some form of comfort and acceptance from her older brother.

LADY MAGDALENA: And now she knows how I felt, as she is feeling the exact same way now. She thought she had all the pieces in place, but now she has nothing. Now she has sacrificed. Now the debt has been paid. Now she has learnt her lesson, and learnt it well. I have done her a favour. A favour! Now… now she will have no hesitation. Her family may throw up that gun symbol, but she has always been incapable of pulling the trigger... unlike her sister. You know that one better than anyone.

Andreas pushed himself away after that comment, looking down to see that this entire time she had not let go of that title belt, and she cradled it like a newborn baby.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: Is this you speaking, or is this Barabbas?

She took a half step back at his words, one hand covering the red handprints on her throat, confusion gripping her.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: You put too much faith in him. I presume in had a key part in this charade? You don’t need to answer, I already know. There is something not quite right with him, something in his eyes that plays the world false. Maybe you could learn something from your student? Seems she has already seen it.

Lady was speechless, looking down to the ground. She was muttering something, but it was quite unclear what.

ANDREAS LASIEWICZ: You are champion now, as you so desired. I’d expect you to carry yourself as one, and be ready for all that comes with it. And do not… do not put the family at risk again for your own selfish gains. I hope it was worth it.

And in the blink of an eye, he had vanished, leaving her to her thoughts, very much alone. But as she peered out, she was almost certain eyes were gazing upon her, and she could sense the stench of a deadman watching on.
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ELI ZAYN: Baroness!

He calls out as he sees the former Bloodlust champion hobbling down the hallway. As The Crimson Baroness turns around to find out who called her name, Eli is almost taken aback by the amount of blood that’s started pouring out of the cut on her forehead. TCB herself doesn’t look best pleased to see Eli either, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Make it quick, sweetie…

ELI ZAYN: I, uh, I was hoping to get your thoughts on your match toni–

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: That can wait until I’ve got … cleaned up and stitched up, can’t it, sweetie?

The Baroness wipes some blood from out of her eyes, flicking it down on the floor as Eli stands there waiting to answer.

ELI ZAYN: It could, but tonight we saw you come so close to breaking the record for the most defenses as Bloodlust champion–

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: You don’t need to remind me.

She states, rather bluntly. TCB holds up her thumb and forefinger, mere centimetres apart as she continues.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: That close, sweetie! I was that close to blasting Ashlyn DeLuca with that belt, and putting her away for the three count. That close to getting that fourth defense … the one I needed to break Nina Stokes’ damn record…

TCB sighs, her body shaking, possibly with rage as she places her hands on her hips. Eli keeps the microphone placed in front of her face, though, so she keeps talking.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Not even pinning Ashley Chase lessens the blow. Although perhaps she’ll finally learn that she’s not in my league now. As for the champion – I’m not congratulating her! Not for a hard fought victory, not for the title reign. She knows what it took tonight, and what she … what she had to go through to take that belt from me, so she can enjoy this reign while it lasts, but I’ll hold gold here in HKW soon enough. She can count on that…

TCB turns away from Eli and continues hobbling away, giving one final wave over her shoulder as she says.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Now begone, sweetie, I need to get cleaned up.
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Annie Zellor
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The Crimson Baroness
1x GFP Jr. Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew w/ Annie Zellor)
1x NKP Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew)
Winner of 2016 GFP Deathmatch Elimination Match
1x RISE Champion
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1x LDFC Apex Tag Team Champion
2x HKW Bloodlust Champion
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