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[color=#f46500][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] ל [color=white]LVIII[/color]; LIVE! From the The SNHU Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire | 4.17.17
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Instead of the usual pyro display, the entire arena including the knoxotron remain dark. The crowd begins to stir as three letters form on the knoxotron.

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THE CROWD GOES CRAZY!



The fans go into crazy the very moment Felicity's "Stop Me" theme fills the arena speakers! The song plays a good thirty seconds before he Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, but more importantly, the HKW World championship in her grasp. She drags it along the ground, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena with cheers and jeers! Felicity makes her way down from the stage, her arms extended to her sides and a Blowpop in her mouth. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, holding the HKW World championship high in the air as she heads toward the ring.

JACK WARREN: Our Queen...is back!

BRIAN MASON: ... wait a minute. Aren't I supposed to say that?!

JACK WARREN: Usually, but after all Felicity has been through? I don't mind giving her the credit she deserves.

BRIAN MASON: ... I don't know what to say.

Felicity stares out at the bowing crowd for moment, but instantly slides inside the ring. She moves toward Whisper Viperi to grab a microphone, then shoos her away before she "got too close."

Felicity moves back to the center of the ring stretches the HKW World championship out against the mat in front of her as her theme song begins to die down, the fans never lowering their voices for the now two time Queen. She stares out at the audience and listens to the “You deserve it” chant breaking out, but stops it before it can gain any momentum.

FELICITY BANKS: As much as most people looove hearing you chant those three words, I really don’t need anyone telling me that I deserve something that should’ve never left my possession in the first place!

Of course, the pro Felicity fans continue to cheer every word coming out of the champions mouth, but a silent minority still haven’t gotten over Felicity intentionally disqualifying herself at House of Pain: Venom.

FELICITY BANKS: This speech really should’ve came at Venom, but of course Hard Knox Wrestling and its “authority”--

She says the last part with sass and air quotes.

FELICITY BANKS: --decided to put the workhorse of this company in a title defense just days after this promotion's first ever Triple Cage match! It didn’t matter that I was still bruised all over. Didn’t matter that I had staples JUST starting to heal; nope. The only thing that mattered to Hard Knox and Time Warner was making sure they filled those seats you people are sitting in right now because Chanson Webster and Tristan Martinez sure as HELL weren’t filling them.

The crowd lets out …. a noise. Some cheers, some boos, but a lot of confusion from most of the audience.

FELICITY BANKS: And since Venom, I’ve been questioned. I can even see it in some of your faces right now...

She moves toward the closest corner and stares out at one specific little boy in the front row wearing a Team DLC t-shirt.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s disgust on your face and anger in your eyes. You wanna ask me why, Felicity?! Why did you get yourself intentionally disqualified when the World knows you’re better than Alexis Green the third could even dream of being!

She gives the young fan a cold stare, but flashes a (fake) grin as she steps back toward the middle of the ring, taking her place behind her championship.

FELICITY BANKS: Easily. Easily I could tell you all a lie and say that I did it because I wanted to.

She says with a shrug.

FELICITY BANKS: Wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t be the last time where I felt my talents were being wasted in a match. Wouldn’t be the first time or the last time where I felt this company was overworking me; but no! I told you the truth! The truth being that the Reapers in Pride ALWAYS have something up their sleeve, and I, the goddamn SUPREEEEEEMMMMAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….

She stops to catch her breath.

FELICITY BANKS: … made sure that I stayed one step ahead of the game. I made sure Defiance kept the most prestigious championship in our sport, but of course you have some peasants in the back and some peasants in this audience right now who don’t wanna believe the truth. DOES ANYONE IN THIS BUILDING ACTUALLY THINK I AM AFRAID OF A HALF ASSED BILLY BLANKS’ TAE BO EXPERT?!

She flings her arms to side, drawing both a positive and negative reaction from the audience.

FELICITY BANKS: I didn’t think so.

She chuckles, rolling her neck in a circle before she continues.

FELICITY BANKS: You see, my people, I didn’t become one of the most decorated and dominant wrestlers in this business by being six foot tall and two hundred thirty pounds. I became one of the most decorated and dominant wrestlers in this business by being one step ahead of each and every one of you backstage right now, and each and every professional wrestler watching this show on TNT right now.

She points directly at the ramp before she turns her attention back to the hard camera and points forward.

FELICITY BANKS: Two… long… freaking years I waited...

She lowers her arm and gazes down at her championship.

FELICITY BANKS: Two long years to reclaim the belt that is synonymous with the name Felicity Banks, and after EVERYTHING that I went through to get it back? There’s not a damn thing that I won’t do to keep it.

The two time World champion hunches down to pick up her championship and holds it high in the air.

FELICITY BANKS: BOW… THE BEEP... DO--

But she’s interrupted by the rumbling of guitars and thundering of drums as some of the crowd begin to cheer again. Their heads turning towards the top of the aisle.

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF


The Tenacious Little Bastard steps out through the curtain, throwing his arms up into the air to elicit another cheer from the Manchester fans. Dressed in his ring attire ahead of his main event match against Emilio Vialpando later tonight, as well as a leather jacket, Harter even has the Destiny Cup in one hand just to complete his look. In his other hand, however, is a microphone which he raises to his lips as the music dies down, and he starts to walk down towards the ring.

DOM HARTER: I know, I know. Here comes the idiot who can’t wait until you get backstage…

The reference to her Twitter rant doesn’t go unnoticed by Banks, who rolls her eyes as Harter continues approaching her. He, of course, just continues wearing the crooked grin of his.

DOM HARTER: It’s a problem of mine, but I’m getting better. But I was just standing back there watching you, and listening to what you had to say and I just couldn’t help myself any more, Felicity.

Harter reaches the ring, whereupon he climbs up the steel steps and enters through the middle rope before finally coming face to face with the HKW World Champion; the fans here in the SNHU Arena are on tenterhooks as the two ring legends stand about a foot apart for the first time ever. Harter continues smirking as he grasps the Destiny Cup tightly, while The Supreme stares stoically at The Tenacious Little Bastard.

FELICITY BANKS: What in the hell are you doing? Why are you even here? I don’t remember giving you an invitation!

DOM HARTER: Just to see for myself. Felicity Banks, the two-time Hard Knox Wrestling World Champion. For what it’s worth, congratulations on winning the belt back. Hell of a match at Destiny, you’re the best champion this company has, and just tell me when your ego has been sufficiently stroked so I can get on with the rest of my spiel.

Fel furrows her brow as she glares at Dom, who only shrugs his shoulders.

DOM HARTER: Forgive me,I thought that was the in thing at the moment. Like when Levi Chambers pulls a Leo DiCaprio, and comes out of it telling us that teams like Sine Mora never got the credit they deserved - because runner up in a couple of awards just isn’t good enough. Or someone tells us that JZ Crowns has improved greatly over the last year - almost like he’s in RISE to do exactly that! But you? You’re the SUPREEEEEEME…

Harter arches his back, leaning backwards as he tries to imitate Fel’s signature call. But he fails; some of the fans, however, mainly those who still haven’t gotten over Fel getting herself disqualified at Venom find the impression almost endearing.

FELICITY BANKS: *sighs* Maaaan, if you’re going to copy me at least get the foot placement correct.

She says with a scowl.

FELICITY BANKS: And it’s supreeeeeMAH!

DOM HARTER: My apologies. But, speaking of Levi, he and I have something in common…

He says, lifting the Destiny Cup up momentarily; Harter grins widely as he looks towards the cup, and then towards Felicity Banks, who only glares back at him unimpressed.

DOM HARTER: While he won the 2015 Destiny Cup, I won the 2017 Destiny Cup. While he rose through the ranks of HKW, I’m well on my way to becoming the STAAAAARRRRR … of Defiance. However, while he went on to challenge Alexa Corra for the Global Championship, I’ll be challenging you for the HKW World Championship.

The crowd cheer loudly as Dom points towards the belt on Fel’s shoulder. But the champion doesn’t look too impressed by the notion. She shakes her head and goes to speak again, only to get cut off by Dom.

DOM HARTER: Let me finish. Because I know, Felicity, I know you’ve got a list of dream matches that you want to have before you ride off into the sunset or whatever. And I think the HKW fans have a couple of dream matches they’d like to see too, am I right?

Another cheer from the Manchester crowd.

DOM HARTER: You see, unlike you I became one of the most decorated and dominant wrestlers in this business by being six foot tall and two hundred thirty pounds. I became one of the most decorated and dominant wrestlers in this business by being a tenacious little bastard who stops at nothing to get what he wants. It’s why I’ve got multiple Grand Slam awards to my name, it’s why my name strikes fear into wrestlers the world over, it’s why I managed to take what Nest threw at me, and still managed to win the Destiny Cup. So you can tell me no, Felicity, but you can’t stop me...

Frustrated, Felicity begins pacing around in a circle and throws her championship over her shoulder. She begins mumbling to herself like a crazy person, her eyes fixed on the mat beneath her feet until…

TIME TO PLAY THE GAMEEEEEE!
MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!


Motorhead’s “The Game” blared over the PA System, and the boos from the crowd became almost deafening as Jinzai storms from the back. Fresh off of his victory over Jason Mentez at Destiny: Chapter III, The self proclaimed “Supa Saiya-Jin Roze” looked particularly incensed as his eyes dart from Felicity to Dom, and back again. Reaching into his pockets, he pulls a mic out from his jogging pants and goes to speak as the theme ends… only to be quickly cut off by a loud chant of “ASSHOLE!” from the Manchester crowd. Jin sneers and yells out “Sit the fuck down, clowns!”, before turning his attention to the ring.

JINZAI: So… lemme see if I get this right, just to make sure that I didn’t come out here after misreading the situation at hand. You -

He points a finger over to Dom Harter accusingly as he saunters down the ramp and makes his way to the ringside area.

JINZAI: - Yes, you with the haircut. You get to just waltz into the ring right at the top of the hour, having not even been in the company for the time it takes the guys in the production truck to finish their cups of cold coffee - Hell, you JUST got drafted onto the brand. You step into MY ring as if you own it after having been on the show for all of five minutes, and have the nerve - the GALL to try and stake your claim on a World Title Shot!? Who the fuck do you think you are!?!

Jinzai stops at the top of the steel steps, tilting his head as he looks at Dom incredulously. Dom mouths something to Jinzai, gesturing to the Destiny Cup Trophy in his grasp. This causes Jin to roll his eyes as he leans across the top rope.

JINZAI: Oh, right? How could I POSSIBLY forget that you won a tournament that - let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have been in if the monkeys in suits that are running Billionaire Ted’s old company didn’t have a complete and utter hard on for name brands.

Leaping over the top rope, Jinzai now joins Fel and Dom in the ring as he continues his rant.

JINZAI: You beat a monstrous abomination of a man to get that Trophy? Neat. Riveting. I went through a FREAKING HALL OF FAMER at Chapter Three to get the biggest win of my career thus far! One of the first four names you see when you pull up this company’s index and get a glimpse of who’s who here! One of Two, count ‘em, TWO people to hold both the World and Global titles. I did that! I BEAT HIM RIGHT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS VERY RING!

Jin’s yelling abruptly stops as he glares up at Dom.

JINZAI: But you think you can line jump your way into a World Title Match? No, not happening. But what’s worse than that?

Jinzai turns and looks at Felicity.

JINZAI: Is you enabling it, Fel. Entertaining the idea that he deserves a single solitary second of consideration for a Shot over people like me, people like Queeny, people like Onyx. I’m pretty sure Riley Lynn’s corpse has more of an argument than our dear Flavor of the Month here. But this isn’t new, is it? This bullshit with new faces trying to push and shove us out of the picture.

The fans jeer and boo loudly at the insult to Riley Lynn, but Jinzai doesn’t seem at all phased by it. He wraps an arm around Fel’s shoulders in a friendly manner as he points towards Dom, who’s looking equal parts bemused and annoyed at Jin’s antics thus far.

JINZAI: Don’t you see it, Felly? HKW & Time Warner are setting a dangerous precedent by letting these big names and these kids from RISE come in here and make demands despite having done NOTHING here to warrant it. And they’re letting it happen at the expense of the people who helped build this company from the ground up. We’re all getting shuttled off to the side and phased out, and it’s been happening for a while now. They’re sending a message to you and I that we’re expendable now. Think about it. How is it that Fran never got the chance at a World Title despite Atwater supposedly being one of those “Fighting Champion.” types? How is it that you’ve got all of these new, wet behind the ear no-counts or guys like Harter suddenly claiming top spots.

Jinzai gives a faint “ah”, before before he holds up a finger.

JINZAI: Or better yet? Why hasn’t Time Warner picked up your contract for renewal yet…?

THAT seems to get Felicity’s attention, as well as that of the audience as a hush falls over at the revelation. Harter steps up to Jinzai, raising the microphone to his mouth as he tilts his head slightly to the left, before he begins to speak again.

DOM HARTER: No-counts or guys like me, did I hear that right? Let me make one thing very clear, Jinzai; if I hadn’t have been drafted to Defiance then I’d be standing in that ring next Sunday and telling Kol the same damn thing I’m telling Felicity now. It’s as simple as that…

Jinzai goes to talk again, but Harter cuts him off.

DOM HARTER: No, I’m talking now. You might not have been paying attention to Subversion these last six months, Jinzai, but I’ve been running roughshod over there since I debuted last September. Undefeated as I went over the likes of Mark Storm, Xavier Asher Daniels, Evangelina Ramirez, and Christian Kane - well one blip in the Rumble to Destiny, but I think in hindsight I think we can all agree the only loser of that match was Ashley Sullivan! Regardless, I went on and I beat one of Defiance’s locks to capture this trophy, and as Levi Chambers did before me, I’m using it to get myself a shot at the title. The difference is I’m not waiting a year; the difference is I know I’m good enough now; and the reason is because I’m the Tenacious Little Bastard!

Harter glances from Jinzai to Fel, and back to Jinzai; he backs up a couple of steps so the three of them are standing in more of a triangle formation, as Dom addresses them both.

DOM HARTER: But that’s not good enough for you, is it? I can see it on your face. And, by the way, your paranoia is showing. You might want to get that fixed Jin, before you suggest that Riley Lynn deserves a shot before me. Before you suggest that Onyx Payne - a woman who’s just come back after a year long hiatus! - deserves a shot before me. Before you say that the Dynasty Champion deserves a shot at the World title before I do … I mean, isn’t he busy with those Underground and RISE wrestlers who’ll be competing for a Dynasty title match? But that probably pisses you off too, right? But I didn’t see you knocking doors down to get a shot at that belt. But even then, shouldn’t he have a former champion with a rematch clause knocking on his door?

Pause.

DOM HARTER: That’s right, he put him in a coma. And you’re probably pissed off that Chanson Webster became the Interbrand Television Champion too, so soon in his HKW career. But I didn’t see you wanting a shot at that belt either. Hey, maybe he can defend against a former champion instead… unless he got put into a coma recently too? Shame…

His voice lacks sincerity as Harter says that last word, and a simple shrug of the shoulders does little to make him appear any more upset about Jackie Fowler being comatose.

DOM HARTER: You’re not being shuttled off to the side because of some conspiracy, Jinzai. I’m not here because some guy in a suit likes me more than you. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and wait until Felicity’s contract runs out before I stake my claim for the World title, just because you think people who’ve been here longer than me deserve it more. The people who’ve been here longer than me have shown they don’t have what is needed to take that ball and run with it. You don’t have what it takes to carry the weight of Defiance, of Hard Knox Wrestling on your shoulders. You don’t have what it takes to be the face of a company like Hard Knox Wrestling, Jinzai. Not like Felicity does. Not like I do. Because her and I? We’re tried and tested champions. We’re the best of the best. Isn’t that right, Felicity?

Scowling Felicity slides herself out from underneath Jinzai’s arm and slaps his microphone to the ground. She does the exact thing to Dom’s and kicks both microphones out of the ring, proudly stepping toward the ropes closest to the entrance ramp. She turns around and moves the HKW World championship from one shoulder over to the other.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m not gonna forget about this.

She extends her arm and drops her microphone on it’s head before she exits the ring. Turning around, she waits for her theme song to fill the speakers and lifts the HKW World championship high in the air while mouthing “mine.”

BRIAN MASON: Well… that was interesting.

JACK WARREN: You know? I kinda feel bad for Fel . Two long years of waiting and she gets interrupted by some wet behind the ears rookie?!

BRIAN MASON: Dom Harter is no wet behind the ears rookie, Jack. He’s won more championships and big matches than most in our company. If anyone deserves a World title shot, it should be the guy who just went through a part of the Defiance and Subversion roster to get the Destiny Cup.

JACK WARREN: Look. All I’m saying is maybe we should pay a little more attention to Jinzai’s words here. Us originals have to stick together!

BRIAN MASON: You’re a commentator now, Jack!

JACK WARREN: Still an original though. JACKSON STRONG BAYBAY!

Jinzai and Harter stare one another down and exchange some words while the current HKW World champion steadily walks up the ramp with the HKW World championship.

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Reclining upon a chaise longue within the sanctuary that is Silk & Cyanide's own private locker room, Erin Mariani gracefully slides her boots from the table placed before her and leans forward to light another jostick upon the flame of the candle that sits upon the table, and once the incense begins to smoke to her satisfaction she places within the incense holder to allow the sickly-sweet aroma to fill the air, all while Sara Mason quietly sits, her eyes watching the burning embers as they cross from candle to incense holder

Having created the atmosphere that she wishes to reside within, Mariani places an elbow against her knee as she begins to talk

ERIN MARIANI: It would appear that neither the maggot nor the worm knows their place. You would have thought that they would know that, as we can break them at will, they would be quiet, respectful...subdued.

Pausing for a moment, Mariani allows her thoughts to flow into one before she continues

ERIN MARIANI: So imagine our surprise when not only did the two of them believe that they had permission to speak, but they had the sheer gall to believe that they... they could make demands of us!

At first Mariani begins to chuckle at the thought of it - but then her expression completely changes, and the look of amusement is replaced by a harsh, fierce expression accompanied by her raising an accusing finger with such speed that it almost causes the air within the room to crack.

ERIN MARIANI: NO! You do not tell either of us what to do, and the fact that you believe you have any right to make demands of us only serves to make us believe that we have been far, far too lenient with the pair of you.

Smirking as she sits at Mariani's side, Mason leans forward to pick up the candle from in front of her, running a nail along the side to allow some of the hot wax to ooze through the gap and slink down the side of the candle

SARA MASON: The two boys speak about dominance, but do they realise who they are dealing with? Let's just say that if you don't respect the fire you're playing with...

Mason uses a pair of fingers to tease the candle's flame

SARA MASON: ...the fire won't respect you.

ERIN MARIANI: But you will learn, and your lessons begin tonight.

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All six competitors are in the ring as we return back to ringside, looking at one another as Whisper Viperi stands outside of the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: The following is the Dynasty Championship Trial battle royal! The only way to be eliminated is by being thrown over the top rope! Last person standing will be the number one seed!

DYNASTY CHAMPIONSHIP TRIAL BATTLE ROYAL
Caitlin Bellamy vs Harbinger vs Jackson Magnum vs Kitty Sasso vs Miguel Giovanni vs Tiffany Tompkins


DING! DING! DING!


The match began with all five competitors going right after Harbinger, all of them trying to wear the big man down! But the large Harbinger pushes everyone back, some of them falling to the mat while others just stumble back some. Miguel makes the first move towards the big man and eats a headbutt! Kitty then tries the large man, but he grabs her by the throat and shoves her to the mat as hard as he can. Tiffany Tompkins is next and Harbinger grabs her and tosses her over the top rope, but she falls on the apron, staying in the match!

BRIAN MASON: It’s all Harbinger at the moment!

JACK WARREN: He does know he needs to throw them out of the ring, right?

Just as Jack says this, Caitlin Bellamy runs right at Harbinger, who grabs her by the throat and tosses her over the ropes as well, but instead of hitting the apron, she hits the ground!

BRIAN MASON: Well, there’s the first elimination!

ELIMINATED: Caitlin Bellamy (1:12) by Harbinger (1)

Magnum then leaps into action and begins firing off with lefts and rights to the gut of Harbinger, backing him into a corner as his punches seem to pack a lot of power in them. Kitty then grabs Jackson and tries to kick him in the gut, but he catches her leg before dropping it down and catching her with multiple punches as well! Miguel tries to run right at Jackson seconds later and eats a Superman punch! But as soon as that happens, Harbinger grabs Tiffany dropkicks Jackson from behind and sends him over the ropes and out onto the apron. He helps himself up, but Kitty catches him with a boot to the face that sends him falling to the ground!

JACK WARREN: WHOA!

BRIAN MASON: Magnum, who was a favorite to win this, is the 2nd person eliminated!

ELIMINATED: Jackson Magnum (2:28) by Kitty Sasso (1)

Tiffany Tompkins then begins to get on a roll as she catches Kitty with a dropkick once she turns around, sending the redhead through the middle rope and out of the ground outside. Harbinger then charges at the young woman and shoves her back into a corner. He then attempts to crush her with a corner splash, but she moves out of the way at the last second, forcing him to hit the corner instead! She then catches him with a dropkick, sending him falling back into the corner! Tiffany then climbs over the big man and begins punching him until she reaches the count of 10!

BRIAN MASON: Not many people were giving this young woman a chance, but she’s gotten the most offense on Harbinger yet!

JACK WARREN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But as she hops down after that, Miguel grabs her from behind and tosses her over the top rope, but she lands on the apron! Tompkins slowly helps herself up, but Giovanni runs forward and catches her with a stiff forearm that knocks her off of the apron and down onto the ground, eliminating her!

ELIMINATED: Tiffany Tompkins (4:02) by Miguel Giovanni (1)

BRIAN MASON: Well, that’s it for Tiffany, but kudos to her for outlasting the Hybrid champion and one of our own.

JACK WARREN: Why do you always try to find the good in shit? She just came in 4th! Not even top 3!

Miguel then picks up where Tiffany left off and began stomping away at Harbinger, bringing the big man down as he did so before putting his boot on the giant’s throat and trying to choke him out. Miguel’s attention turns to Kitty after a few seconds, the redhead making her way back into the ring and immediately being treated to some stomps from the RISE wrestler!

BRIAN MASON: And Miguel with full control after getting the elimination on Tiffany!

JACK WARREN: He needs to stop stomping away on Red over there and toss her ass over. Or be smart and help her ass up and get Harbinger out of the ring.

Giovanni grabs Sasso after stomping away at her and throws her over the top rope, but she falls on the apron and clutches hard at the bottom rope. Miguel spends the next few seconds, almost a full minute trying to shove her off, but the Underground wrestler held on as hard as she could! This provides enough time for Harbinger to shake off the few minutes he spent getting stomped and punched before he grabs Miguel by the head! Giovanni realizes he’s in trouble and tries to throw elbows back at the large man, but they seem to provide no help as Harbinger then lifts Miguel and throws him over the top rope and to the ground outside, eliminating him!

BRIAN MASON: He just tossed Miguel Giovanni like a small child!

JACK WARREN: And then there were two.

ELIMINATED: Miguel Giovanni (5:45) by Harbinger (2)

Harbinger walks over and goes to pick up Kitty off of the apron, but once she’s up to both feet, she grabs his head and drives his throat into the top rope, forcing him to stumble away! Kitty then quickly enters the ring and targets the right knee with a chop block, forcing Harbinger to drop to a knee. Kitty then hit the ropes in front of the large man and bounced back, catching Harbinger with a dropkick!

BRIAN MASON: Kitty’s doing a great job of wearing the big man down, but how the hell is she going to get Harbinger out of the ring?

JACK WARREN: The man could find a way!

Sasso waits for Harbinger to get to his feet, which he does using the ropes before turning around. Kitty then caught Harb with a dropkick, hoping to send him over the top rope, but the big man barely budges. She tries it again and again and again, but the monster in front of her barely teeters over the top rope. So Sasso takes a few steps back before charging forward, only for Harbinger to grab her around the throat! Her eyes widen as the big man glares at her before tossing her over the top rope and to the ground outside!

BRIAN MASON: So close!

JACK WARREN: Why the fuck you lyiiiiiing?

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...HARBINGER!!!

Harbinger raises his arms in victory while the audience boos. Kitty Sasso stares at the big man, clearly not happy that she was unable to eliminate him.

WINNER: Harbinger (7:56)
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Jackson Magnum is walking through the backstage area with his head hanging low, behind him is Eli Zayn rushing to catch up to him.

ELI ZAYN: Jackson! Jackson! May I get a word with you?

Jackson stops turning around. Seeing Zayn he sighs, he takes a long pause. He then looks at Zayn and gives him a nod of approval.

JACKSON MAGNUM: Sure why not.

ELI ZAYN: Is there anything you want to say about the battle royal tonight, and how things went down.

Jackson puts his head back down, placing his hands in his pockets, he turns his head to Eli.

JACKSON MAGNUM: Tey are alot better tan I thought. All ov them, Kitty is more cunning tan most. She did a good job. Tiffany has thee heart ov a warrior, Miguel is flat out better tan I thought, Caitlin wasn’t super impressive tanight but she has thee capability ta do great tings, and Harbinger isn’t thee same dude tat hung wit me. He’s channeled tat power and strength inta someting special. He’s a dominate dude, and I don’t know how I could’ve overcome them all, but I certainly wasn’t ready ta even attempt et tonight.

Eli brings the microphone back to himself, thinking of his next question.

ELI ZAYN: Who do you think is the favorite in the Dynasty trial series now?

Just as Magnum is answering the latest question a very loud and angry screech comes from the left, the interviewer’s head turns and eyes go wide as none other than Underground’s own Kitty Sasso makes a beeline to get into Magnum’s face.

KITTY SASSO: YOU! This is ALL your fault!

Magnum blinks, seemingly taken aback by this accusation from Kitty, who is so angry that she’s literally shaking in place.

JACKSON MAGNUM: Wat thee feck ye tawkin’ bout?

Kitty takes a deep breath and then instead of shrieking more she holds up her hand rudely towards him.

KITTY SASSO: Stop trying to play innocent I know this was your plan all along! You wanted me to fail, you’ve said so, here, there, on Twitter even! So just know, this isn’t over!

She stalks away as Magnum exchanges some bewildered looks with the interviewer, and as he starts to resume the interview, a loud WHOOSH is heard as Kitty comes running back in at speed and hits Magnum square in the chest and torso with a portable cable crate that the techs use for the sound panel extras! Zayn rushes off camera as he watches Magnum hit with the crate. He makes a coughing sound as it drives the air out of him, he gasps for air, but still manages to push it to the side before falling to one knee holding his chest in pain. Kitty immediately goes on the attack throwing a series of punches that causes Jackson to fall back onto the hard flooring. Kitty leans down and continues to rain down right hand. Eli returns with a couple members of security, Kitty turns to them and with a loud siren’s scream she backs them off.

Walking back over to Jackson, she’s met with a punch to the gut which allows Jax to gather his bearings for a moment. He unloads with a right hand that knocks against a wall. Jax follows in hot pursuit, but he doesn’t see that a steel pipe in her hand. He pulls back to throw another punch, but Kitty swings the pipe in her right hand first. It connects with the side of Jackson’s head sending him to the ground in a heap. Jackson tries to push himself off the ground, but struggles to do so as blood begins to pour out of his head and onto the backstage floor. Dropping the pipe, Kitty smiles as she reaches down grabbing Jackson by the hair, and dragging him towards the brick wall. She places his head against it, then driving her knee into his head, which is against the wall! A huge thud can be head as Jackson crumbles to the side. Blood still flowing down his face. Finally security steps in, placing themselves between Kitty and Jackson’s seemingly lifeless body.

KITTY SASSO: Going to take me lightly NOW? HMM?

EMT’s rush over to Jackson who has still yet to move, pushing Kitty out of the way as she smiles far too sweetly at what’s going on.

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When the show cuts to ringside, Jaxon Queen is already out there, standing in the center of the ring, dressed in his ring gear. The newly minted Dynasty championship is wrapped around his waist and a mic is already in his hand as he looks out at the audience that’s booing him. He doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods, looking...somewhat disappointed?

JAXON QUEEN: I-

Queen doesn’t even get more than that out before the audience drowns him out with boos, getting a sigh out of the young man. Once they calm down, he tries to speak again.

JAXON QUEEN: I just-

More boos again, getting another sigh from him as he begins pacing around a little, waiting for them to calm down, before they all simmer down. Jaxon looks around for a bit before finally posing a question to the audience.

JAXON QUEEN: Can I apologize now?

Some of the fans still boo, but most of them have gone quiet now, getting a nod from Jaxon.

JAXON QUEEN: Thank you for at least giving me enough time to do that. See, ever since I learned the news about Jackie Fowler ending up in a coma from my attack, I had to think long and hard about my actions. I went full LeBron in the playoffs on social media. I didn’t need to see what so many of his friends and fans were likely tweeting me.

Queen bites his lower lip as he looks down before looking up again and finding a nearby camera to look straight into.

JAXON QUEEN: To those friends and fans watching at home, and to even some of you here in attendance...I’M SORRY.

He sighs.

JAXON QUEEN: I’M SORRY for what I did to Jackie Fowler.

A deep breath is taken.

JAXON QUEEN: But I’m mainly sorry that he wasn’t man enough to take a beating like that and survive.

Now a grin appears on Jaxon Queen’s face as the audience tries to boo him again.

JAXON QUEEN: I’m sorry that Jackie Fowler gets put into a coma after an attack that I didn’t even put much thought into! I thought Mr. YGC was stronger than that! I thought he could take a beating! Hell, he sure as hell took a pounding when he used to bend over for Luke Wisia!

The audience continues to boo Jaxon, so he turns his back on the cameraman and his camera, the same one he was looking at, and looks right at the audience.

JAXON QUEEN: You can boo me all you want, but at least I’m not so weak that a beating was enough to put me in the hospital. But we can’t all be Jaxon Queens so I understand it. Some people, primarily everyone in attendance tonight, are a bunch of Jackie Fowlers and Luke Wisias. Weak. Pathetic. Garbage.

More boos.

JAXON QUEEN: So I’m sorry that I put an absolute beating on Jackie Fowler after he ran his mouth to me about the other cocksucker I put in the hospital. I’m sorry that I am that damn dangerous that some of you pussies have already tried to ban my brand new move. And I’m sorry that you all can’t stomach the fact that I play by my rules now!

The boos continue to rain down on Queen, who is lapping them up. He keeps repeating “My Rules Now” as the jeers begin to intensify. But there is a murmuring from the crowd as the cameraman positioned behind Queen puts down his camera and removes his hat.

BRIAN MASON: Wait… What is that cameraman doing? Is that a fake beard?

The bearded cameraman begins to tear at his face, seemingly removing a fake beard and wig, taking off his glasses and staring down the ranting Queen with a fierce intensity, removing the HKW jacket he was wearing then rolling up his sleeves

JACK WARREN: That’s a damn disguise! That’s not a cameraman, get security out here now.

BRIAN MASON: Jack… HAVE YOU SEEN WHO THAT IS?!

The figure stands right behind Queen, making a crude hand gesture behind his back as Jaxon screams out at the fans, confused by the overwhelming change in reaction, the torrid reception now switched to an intense roar of approval as the roof nearly blows off the place. And it does as the man leaps up and with a thunderous right hand takes the Dynasty champion down.

BRIAN MASON: JACKIE FRICKIN’ FOWLER!

JACK WARREN: No! No, this isn’t right! He’s supposed to be in a coma! He should be in hospital, not here!


Jackie Fowler begins to pepper the shocked Queen with lefts and rights, the audience on their feet as they bellow their approval. Jaxon is flailing, taken completely off guard by the assault, generally surprised and shaken by the appearance of the man he thought he had put out of commision.

BRIAN MASON: The arena is going absolutely manic! And Jaxon looks like he’s seen a ghost.

JACK WARREN: I’m not surprised, that large mouthed Brit was practically dead last time I heard. He shouldn’t be here, and he shouldn’t be attacking the champion from behind like that! He was trying to apologize!

Queen manages to kick himself off, but Fowler grips his arm, yanking him up in a ripcord as he attempts to nail his knockout Lancaster Bomber, but the Dynasty Champion manages to squirm free and out of the ring. He scampers up the ramp before falling onto his backside, staring up into the ring in shock as “The Bastard of Bowland” begins pacing the ring, grabbing the dropped microphone as the crowd goes wild.

JACKIE FOWLER: It’s Easter frickin’ weekend, and Sexy Jesus is back from the fuckin’ dead!

The reception for the “Ripper” is deafening, and Fowler is like a caged animal, pacing the ring with wide eyes as he glared viciously at the downed champion, the crowd chanting “You’re Our Favourite Bastard, You’re Our Favourite Bastard, Na Na Na Nah, Na Na Na Nah.”

JACKIE FOWLER: You really think you could put me down, eh? The Reapers couldn’t put me down, nobody can put me down for good. I don’t think you know you you’re messin’ with, mate! Do ya? DO YA? My name is Jackie Fuckin’ Fowler! I’m the biggest bellend in this industry an’ you’ve made the worst enemy you could have ever made. And I…

Fowler pauses, letting the crowd roar on once more, seemingly overwhelmed for a moment by the ovation he is receiving.

JACKIE FOWLER: I--piss it, I ain’t done yet!

There is an eruption once more as Jackie hurls the microphone out of the ring in Queen’s direction, and if it wasn’t for a sharp movement by the champion it would have hit him square in the face. Jaxon then sees the raging Englishman dive out of the ring in his direction, and whilst still shocked bewildered, thinks better of another fight and sharply makes his way through the curtain, with Fowler in hot pursuit as the crowd cheers him on.

BRIAN MASON: I--I can’t believe what we have just witnessed. There was no further word on Fowler’s condition, but now he is back and has chased Jaxon Queen into the back. On his twenty fourth birthday, and Easter weekend, Jackie Fowler has risen.

JACK WARREN: He ain’t the messiah, Brian. We need security backstage, and need it now.

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A camera view can be seen holding a shaky and very unsteady shot somewhere backstage. It looks like whoever is holding it is trying to hide behind a set of production equipment in the middle of being packed up. Looking up over a ledge of a box slowly, two figures can be seen standing in the dimly lit area ahead. With what little light there is in the darkness, the two can be made out to be the man known as Harbinger and his “opponent” Caitlin Bellamy from the battle royal to determine seeding for the number one contender for the Dynasty Championship.

HARBINGER: If you really want to walk The Path there can be no fear or hesitation. No sightseeing. You are either all in or you run away like the rest of the weak. If you don’t have all of your heart in it, They will eat your soul and you will know only Oblivion.

CAITLIN BELLAMY: If I wasn’t ready, would we be having this conversation?

Caitlin looked up at the towering man, no fear even showing on her face as the monster of Defiance looked down at the much tinier woman. She was ready for whatever trial this madman was ready to put her through. He nodded down at her with a sound that can only be classified as a grunt from deep within his chest.

HARBINGER: So be it. The Line has been crossed and you'll go beyond the point of no return. Come and be awoken.

Turning to their side with his back to the camera, the large man walked into the darkness to lead out of the arena. Caitlin stayed behind a moment and smirked as she started to follow, fading into the darkness, chances high that she won’t come out of it the same.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a single contests.

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.

Announcer Introduction: Hailing from this Arena...apparently, The Enigmatic Soldier, Inferno!

WHISPER VIPERI: 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 walks over to the corner pacing around.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent

“Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da” Instrumental by Rammstein hits and Ace lets the song play for a few moments before stepping out from behind the curtain, where he is greeted by the loud boos from the crowd.


Ace walks down the ramp, his focus on the ring and his opponent. He ignores the fans completely, keeping a stone dead look of focus on his face as they hurl their boos and remarks at Ace from behind the barricades.


WHISPER VIPERI: From London, England, weighing in at 220lbs, ACE WATSON!


He reaches the ring steps, where he takes a moment to finally look at the crowd, where he gives them an unimpressed look. Then he turns back to the ring and climbs the stairs and onto the /apron. Ace steps underneath the top rope and into the ring, where he makes his way to the center of the ring and says some inaudible things directly to the camera as a focussed and ready look sits on his face.



The two men stare each other down. The referee makes his way over, checking for foreign objects. Once he’s done, he turns to the timekeeper and motions for the bell.

SINGLES MATCH
Inferno vs. Ace Watson


DING! DING! DING!


The match begins with Ace Watson immediately going after Inferno, charging with a forearm that Inferno ducks under. Watson quickly turns, right into a spinning heel kick to the face. Watson hits the ground holding his jaw in pain. Inferno turns waitin on Watson who rolls onto his stomach before getting up to one knee.Inferno throws a huge roundhouse kick at Watson, who barely manages to duck under it. Jumping up Watson hits a huge European uppercut, then follow it with a standing dropkick right on the button to Inferno who drops to the ground.

BRIAN MASON: A very fast opening stanza from Watson and Inferno, capped off with a gorgeous dropkick by Watson.

JACK WARREN: Stanza? Really Mace? This isn’ta dance performance man.


BRIAN MASON: Just trying to add some culture to the broadcast Warren. You should try it.


Watson reaches down grabbing Inferno by the hair, backing Inferno towards the far corner. Once back Watson has Inferno in the corner, he begins to lay into him with a series of rapid fire elbows. Inferno’s head snaps back multiple times. Watson backs off for a moment, the charges back in with a forearm blast to the jaw of Inferno, turning to the side Watson puts Inferno in a headlock. Running out of the corner, Watson jumps in the air, but Inferno manages to stop Watson’s momentum, and drop him on the back of his head with a back suplex. Watson holds the back of his head as Inferno tries to shake the cobwebs loss from Watson’s early onslaught.


BRIAN MASON: Nice counter by Inferno!


JACK WARREN: It was, if nothing else it provided Inferno an opportunity to breath. Watson has been on the attack since the very beginning of this match.


Inferno gets to his feet again, waiting on on Watson who is slowly getting to his feet facing the opposite direction. Once Watson gets to his feet, Inferno hooks both of Watson's arms in one motion. Inferno then elevates up and over into a dragon suplex with a bridging pinfall attempt.



ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: That was so close, for a moment I thought Inferno had him.


JACK WARREN: Thinking Inferno caught Watson off guard, and he almost stole this match.


Watson manages to lift his shoulder off the mat just in time. Inferno rolls to his feet giving the referee a glance. He waits for Ace to get to his feet, but Ace unexpectedly jumps up throwing a clothesline that Inferno manages to avoid by bridging back into a matrix move. Ace however manages to stop his momentum and drop straight down with a stiff elbow to the solar plexus of Inferno. Inferno gasps for air as the unexpected blow knocks the wind out of him. Ace reaches down quickly lifting Inferno off the ground then grabbing him in a front facelock, then drops down planting Inferno head first with a ddt. Ace turns Inferno onto his back hooking his near leg.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: The swings of momentum in this match have been drastic.


JACK WARREN: Ace might have had a victory there, had he shown the common sense to hook both legs.


Inferno rolls away from Ace, who shakes his heads, waiting until Inferno reaches his knees. Ace throws a shoot kick at Inferno, but Inferno catches it. Inferno stands up while Ace hops on one foot. In one motion Inferno takes Ace down with a dragon screw leg whip. Ace holds his knee in pain, he leans forward right into a seated dropkick from Inferno. Inferno nips up, then brings both feet down on Ace’s abdominal area. Inferno wastes no time picking Ace up off the ground, He grabs his by the wrist twisting it, then brings his Ace face first down onto his foot, as the crowd cheers. Ace falls back holding his jaw in pain.


BRIAN MASON: Sixaxis! He hit it!


JACK WARREN: Going for the cover!


Inferno rushes over hooking both legs.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Watson rolls his shoulder off the mat, to the surprise of the crowd, who audible sigh echoes throughout the arena.


BRIAN MASON: Well the fans certainly thought Inferno had this one in the bag!


JACK WARREN: Proving once more that the fans have no idea what’s going on in that ring.


Inferno grabs Watson by the head pulling Watson’s head in between his legs. Inferno lifts him up off the mat, placing his left leg over Watson’s right arm. Watson throws a right kick to the head of Inferno, Inferno grip begins to loosen. After another kick to the head, he drops Watson to the ground harmlessly, as he shakes off the kicks to the head. Watson gets back up to his feet, and then charges forward blasting Inferno in the jaw with a bicycle kick to the face. Ace drops down into a cover.


BRIAN MASON: ZG KICK right on the button!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Inferno’s shoulder comes off the canvas, as the crowd cheers his resilience Watson looks over at the official shaking his head in disbelief.


JACK WARREN: It still wasn’t enough to put Inferno away, and the look on Watson’s face tells the story Mace. He thought he had him there.


Watson goes over towards the referee saying it was a three, while this is happening Inferno gets to his feet. Watson turns, and is met with a high kick to the face. The impact of which sends Watson back into the ropes, before he drops to his knees, which Inferno follows with a huge buzzsaw kick to the side of Watson’s head. Watson falls to his side, before he rolls onto his back, a glassy look in his eyes. Inferno falls back against the ropes. Looking down at Watson, he nods before stepping through the middle rope, starting towards the turnbuckle.



BRIAN MASON: Looks like Inferno is going to try to finish this off.


Inferno starts up the ropes, misplacing his foot, and having to gather himself before making his way to the top rope. As he reaches the top rope Watson gets up to one knee, he pushes himself off the canvas stumbling forward into the ropes causing Inferno to take an awkward fall onto the back of his head and neck.


BRIAN MASON: Inferno will feel that tomorrow! He took too much time getting to the top rope.


JACK WARREN: Ace needs to take advantage of this and not waste time like Inferno did.


Watson leans on the ropes for a second, gathering his senses then walks over lifting Inferno off the ground. He places Inferno’s head between his legs, and hooks both of his arms. He lifts him up then spins into dropping Inferno face first into the canvas.


BRIAN MASON: Fightbreaker by Ace Watson that might do it.


Watson turns Inferno onto his back making the cover.


JACK WARREN: This one is over Brian.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...ACE WATSON!!!!

Watson falls to the side after the physical matchup, he begins to get to his pushing himself off the ground, as the referee walks over raising his hand in the air, as the crowd boos.

BRIAN MASON: Big win for Ace Watson here. These two men traded blows back and forth, but Ace got the hard fought victory.

JACK WARREN: The fans might not like it but Ace just put on a great performance, and picked up a huge victory.

Ace steps out of the ropes and starts to head to the back as Inferno rolls over, looking at Ace celebrating his victory. Inferno’s head drops in disappointed as we go backstage.

WINNER: ACE WATSON VIA PINFALL (11:20)
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Backstage, Eli Zayn is seen standing in front of the Defiance banner, a smile on his face.

ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time...Angelo Sands and Markus FK...The Swiss-Italian Connection.

Both Markus and Angelo walk into the shot on the right of Eli, the two young men standing next to each other.

ELI ZAYN: Welcome, gentlemen. Let’s get right to it. At Venom, you let Silk & Cyanide know that you would be on the lookout for them and that you would eventually get your hands on them. Any progress yet?

Both men sigh before Angelo responds.

ANGELO SANDS: Eli, I think you already know the answer to this. Finding Silk & Cyanide is like trying to find smoke.

He shakes his head.

ANGELO SANDS: But we’ve made the challenge. We’ve proven that we aren’t afraid of them. After all, we’re the ones out here and they’re in hiding. Ain’t that right, Markus?

MARKUS FK: Yeah, it is. There’s nothing more that we can do - we issued the challenge, we did things the right way, but all they want to do is catch us when we’re unaware. Some might say that’s our inexperience, but where I come from, attacking two rookies from behind is just being a pussy. So if they really want a fair fight, they know wh----

Before he can finish what he is saying, however, Markus is distracted by what he can see at the other end of the corridor - the two members of Silk & Cyanide standing there, watching the two members of S-I with a mixture of bemusement and pity, and when both Markus and Angelo turn their attention towards the two women Sara Mason gives them a sarcastic wave before the pair turn and walk away.

ANGELO SANDS: Oh, hell nah. Let’s go!

Angelo and Markus then rush past Eli as they follow the two women they’ve been looking for since before Destiny. We then fade out.

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Backstage, the Dynasty champion, Jaxon Queen, seems to be stumbling along the corridors, pushing people out of his way as he constantly looks behind him.

JAXON QUEEN: Get out of my way! Get out of your Dynasty champion’s way!

Jaxon turns the corner eventually, but he turns right into a pissed off Jackie Fowler, who was somehow riding around the corner on a segway. He dives right off, crashing right into the startled champion and tackles him to the ground. Fowler immediately begins hammering away at him with lefts and rights, pounding away at the Dynasty champion whilst spitting off insults!

JACKIE FOWLER: How do ya like me now, eh? How do ya frinkin’ like this, eh Queen? Birthday boy is havin’ a party!

Security enters the scene seconds later and they all grab Jackie and pull him off as he continues to shout obscenities at Jaxon, kicking his legs out in a fury as he tries to wrestle himself free. It takes four guards to hold him back as Romeo Price also makes his way into the shot and helps Jaxon up, who looks at his GM with a scowl.

JAXON QUEEN: You’re going to let this happen to your Dynasty champion? Jackie Fowler has no right to put his hands on me! Throw him out of the building and make sure he doesn’t get back in!

JACKIE FOWLER: Ya not enjoyin’ ya self, Queen? Not enjoying your Boy George persona playing Coma Chameleon anymore, eh? Ya wanna play with lives? You’re facing life itself right here, an’ he’s an absolute bastard. Come an’ hav’ a frickin’ go, lad! COME ON!

Romeo shakes his head as he listens to them both scream at one another trying to go at one another’s throats.

ROMEO PRICE: ENOUGH!!!!

The two go silent and stop their bickering.

ROMEO PRICE: That is enough out of you two. You two want to fight? Fine. You two want to kill yourselves in battle? That’s fine too. Mr. Fowler, you want get some revenge after what Mr. Queen did to you and put your pregnant wife through? Absolutely understandable.

Jaxon looks as if he was going to say something but is cut off before he could utter a word.

ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Queen, you seem like you want to prove yourself even more than what you already had, correct? Well then it is settled. Mr. Queen you will defend the HKW Dynasty Championship on in Mexico City in a couple of months. That’s right Mr. Queen, you will be defending your championship at Control against the very man who was fortunate enough to wake up from the comatose state you put him in….Mr. Jackie Fowler...

Jaxon looks at Romeo in disbelief.

JAXON QUEEN: WHAT?! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I SHOULDN’T BE DEFENDING AGAINST JACKIE FOWLER! THIS IS BULLSHIT, PRICE! BULL-SHIT!

Queen storms away, shoving an equipment crate into the wall as hard as he can after being given the news that he’ll be facing Fowler for the Dynasty title in a few weeks. Romeo then looks at Jackie and at the security before motioning for Fowler to be kicked out. Security drags away the former ITV champion, but he seems to be more content with leaving this time, laughing out loud, whilst singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to himself as he willing goes with them, knowing that Jaxon would now have to face him in that ring for that championship.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

Vocal echoes fade into a pounding instrumental as ‘Words As Weapons’ by Seether and pulsating strobe lights, just a deliberate fraction out of time with the beat, signal the imminent and inevitably destructive arrival of the destructive outsider duo.

‘The Archetype’ Cyrus Riddle is the first to appear through the curtain, an undeniable confidence in his walk and a gleam of malice in his eyes, followed by an awkward pause of space before his much smaller but equally confident and methodical tag team partner ‘The Distorted Angel’ Amber Ryan seems to simply materialize.

Sensing the presence of the redhead, Cyrus allows her to sweep by with a minimal gesture and certain level of almost reverence, respect which many would argue she doesn’t outwardly acknowledge. Those who know better- they understand the unseen sparks that create the inferno.

Neither of them acknowledges the crowd aside from a few two finger salutes to those who curse and diss the appearance of the british flag on the back of Cyrus’s jacket as he enters the ring while Amber slides effortlessly, almost lazily, beneath the bottom rope.

Choosing not to parade, the pair appear to simply share a few words, casting dismissive smirks to anyone who thinks themselves high and mighty enough to draw attention to themselves.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, they are the team of Amber Ryan and Cyrus Riddle...THE DISTORTED ARCHETYPES!

The abrupt and rough riff of "Sonne" by Rammstein echoes throughout the arena. The lights in the arena begin to die down, casting darkness over the crowd. The sounds of thunder and lightning pick up and the lighting reflects that. The loud riff comes to an end and silence falls over. The crowd resonate their respect for the woman who is coming out as the countdown begins.

"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."

As "Aus" is said, Artemis Kaiser makes her way from the back. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. She is followed by three men, holding up flags. The man on the farthest left holds up a Canadian flag. The man on the farthest right holds up a forest green flag that bears in white "PARAGON BJJ". Finally, the man in the center holds up proudly a black flag with "KAISER" etched in bold, robust lettering. Artemis stretches a bit, before removing the hood. Artemis' face bears eye black as she glares down the crowd. She soaks in their hatred, faintly grinning as the crowd chants obscenities.

The three men begin to march their way down the ramp, followed by Artemis. Artemis does not respond to the fans as she gets close to them, somewhat mocking their contempt. As she reaches the center of the ramp, Aldrige makes the call. Knowing that he is about to, Artemis stops, lowering her head. It is as if she locked herself away in her thoughts for a moment, removing herself from reality. The three men still hold their flags up in silent pride.

"Eɪɴs!"

"Hɪᴇʀ ᴋᴏᴍᴍᴛ ᴅɪᴇ Sᴏɴɴᴇ."

The fans yell out the lyrics to the song as Artemis makes her way down the ramp. The march is proud, signified by Artemis’ stunning silence and trance-like state. She stops on the ramp, lowering her head to the ground. Artemis locks herself in her own thoughts, awaiting the announcer's call. The three men stop, surrounding Artemis slightly, eyeing only the ring.

Artemis raises her head, roaring out a cry of fury and war. She continues to pump herself up as she makes her way to the end of the ramp. In a choreographed fashion, the three men separate, allowing Artemis through. She unzips her jacket and acts as if she was about to throw it into the crowd, but instead hands it off to the man holding the Canadian flag. In exchange for the hoodie, she takes the flag. She then gives a vain look to the audience again, before leaping onto the ring apron.

She spreads out the flag, showing her pride in her country and his disdain towards America. She wraps the flag around her shoulders momentarily before entering the ring. She methodically walks around the ring with the flag spread out, establishing her presence. As she concludes her preparations, she leans in her corner, holding the Canadian flag close to her form. She then awaits for the match to begin.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, she is ARTEMIS KAISER!!!

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. She hits the ropes just once before coming to a stop in the center, smirking back out to the crowd as she pulls her hoodie off, tossing it aside as her music fades.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner, she is the current HKW Bloodlust champion....ASHLYN DE LUCA!!!

TAG TEAM MATCH
Artemis Kaiser & Ashlyn De Luca vs The Distorted Archetypes


DING! DING! DING!


Artemis offers for Ashlyn to start the match, letting the Bloodlust champion know that she’ll be here in her corner if she feels like she needs a breather. So Ashlyn steps into the ring with Amber, who smirks as she looks at the Bloodlust champion. The two lockup before Ashlyn gets the upper hand, bringing her opponent down to the mat with a headlock takedown! She keeps the headlock on her as the New Hampshire loves it, cheering on the Bloodlust champion. Amber eventually gets her and Ashlyn up, but a knee to the gut from De Luca allows her to drag Ryan towards her corner. Ashlyn looks for the tag, but Artemis tells her that she’s got this and she doesn’t need to tag in!

BRIAN MASON: Wait, what the hell is going on here?

JACK WARREN: Looks like Artemis is giving Ashlyn some motivation? Huh, that’s new.

Ashlyn seems confused, but just shrugs it off as she hops on the middle turnbuckle and hooks Amber’s head. She then leaps off of the corner and plants The Distorted Archetypes’ member’s head into the mat with a tornado DDT! De Luca then goes for the cover as the audience cheers!

BRIAN MASON: And a tornado DDT by Ashlyn De Luca could be enough to get them the win right here!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

Ash Shmurda gets to her feet again and looks over at the God of Anger, who seems to just nonchalantly stay in her corner. Ashlyn asks her if she wants to be tagged in, but Artemis shakes her head and tells Ashlyn that she’s actually got this, so she’ll just go! Kaiser drops down from the apron and begins to walk away, getting a confused look out of the Bloodlust champion, who asks Kaiser where she’s going!

JACK WARREN: Well, looks like Artemis thinks Ashlyn can handle this by herself?

As this is happening, Ryan has crawled over to her corner and tagged in RIddle, who quickly ran into the ring and grabbed De Luca from behind before hitting a bridging German suplex, the ref making the count afterwards!

BRIAN MASON: Bridging German suplex by Riddle! He might have it!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


JACK WARREN: I thought that was going to be it for sure.

Cyrus shakes his head after Ashlyn kicks out. He grabs her and tosses her into a corner, showing off his strength advantage, before he fired off with multiple chops to the chest, trying to dish some pain out to the young woman. Riddle then irish whips De Luca into the ropes, but when she bounces back, she hits a running crossbody that lays him out!

BRIAN MASON: And De Luca is still fighting!

The Bloodlust champion then gets to her feet and runs over to Amber, who is sat in the apron, before knocking her over with a forearm smash, sending her falling to the ground! Ashlyn then turns around and watches Cyrus charge right at her before catching him with a roundhouse kick, forcing him to drop to the mat!

JACK WARREN: Why is she still fighting? Just take this loss and save yourself some energy, for fuck’s sake.

De Luca grabs Riddle’s legs after that and looks to lock in a sharpshooter, but Ryan is back on the apron as she reaches over and pulls Ashlyn by the hair, forcing the champion to turn and attempt a swing, only for Amber to dive off the apron at the last second! This then allows Cyrus to grab Ashlyn from behind and roll her up, hooking the tights as he does so, but the ref doesn’t catch it!

BRIAN MASON: HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!

JACK WARREN: Smart move!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners...THE DISTORTED ARCHETYPES!!!

Cyrus rolls out of the ring and he and Amber celebrate while Ashlyn is forced to watch from the ring, looking a little annoyed, especially since she was wrestling this entire match by herself. The show cuts elsewhere as Ashlyn is seen trying to explain she got her tights pulled.

WINNERS: The Distorted Archetypes (6:19)
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As the scene fades backstage, Defiance Assistant General Manager Shannon Elliott is seen getting himself a Coca-Cola from the vending machine. Suddenly there are footsteps heard behind Elliott. He quickly turns around to see Tony Capone standing there with Max and Benny at his side with a smirk on his face.

TONY CAPONE: Coke? Good choice. Would hate to see the backlash you would’ve got if these fans seen you purchase a Pepsi.

The fans get a light chuckle from this as they watch in the arena.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: I don’t drink Pepsi, Mr. Capone. What do you want?

Capone shakes his head and walks over to vending machine himself.

TONY CAPONE: Nothing, I was just looking to get a honeybun. This...Us running into each other was just merely a coincidence.

Shannon not believing that shakes his head.

TONY CAPONE: Though...I do wonder how you and Agent Pi---I mean. Mr. Price’s little investigation was going. You know...The one about little ol me?

Capone says while laughing. He reaches back to this back pocket and takes out his wallet as Shannon clinches his fist.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: It’s ongoing.

TONY CAPONE: Ongoing huh? You hear that, boys? The investigation is ongoing.

Tony swipes his card and selects the honeybun.

TONY CAPONE: You know what that tells me, Shannon?

SHANNON ELLIOTT: That’s Mr. Elliott to you.

Capone looks over to Shannon and laughs.

TONY CAPONE: Right, Mr. Elliott. That tells me you boys don’t have anything. And you never will.

Shannon opens his bottle and takes a sip. He then takes a step forward to Tony which Max and Benny start towards before Capone holds up his hand to stop them.

SHANNON ELLIOTT: We know who all you're involved with. Why that is? We have yet to know but we will find out whether or not you tell us yourself Mr. Capone.

Capone laughs and opens his honeybun.

TONY CAPONE: You’re right about one thing. You will find out, but only when I want you to. You boys don’t work too hard, you have a show to run.

He laughs again and brushes past Shannon as the scene begins to fade away.

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Backstage, we see Zack Jones on the other side of the Team DLC locker room door. There seems to be a lot of commotion going on in the locker room, but Zack has absolutely no idea what’s going on in there. However, the 2016 YGC winner is dressed for his upcoming match with Nest.

ZACK JONES: Inferno, what in the hell are you doing in there?

The noise just continues inside of the locker room, Jones’ question going unanswered. So this time, he knocks on the door, forcing the noise to stop.

ZACK JONES: Hello? Someone going to answer me?

Slowly, the door opens just a smidge before a bear mascot appears and stares right at Zack. Jones tries to enter the locker room, but the bear stops him.

ZACK JONES: Why am I not allowed in my own locker room? What are you guys doing in there? My birthday was two months ago, so giving me a gift now would be a little too late.

The bear begins to motion as to what exactly he and Inferno and whoever else were doing in there, but Zack’s terrible at charades.

ZACK JONES: Uh, you guys are building a bike? Making a cake? Doing the wave?

The bear facepalms before motioning for Zack to give him one minute as he slams the door shut on one half of the World Tag Team champions.

ZACK JONES: Well...this is definitely new. Should’ve expected this.

The mascot returns seconds later and has a whiteboard with him that has something written on it. He hands the board over to Zack, who reads it out loud.

ZACK JONES: “Inferno is working on something new. Something for your twins.”

Jones smiles before he looks at the bear and hands him the board back.

ZACK JONES: Tell Inferno I appreciate that and I’ll let him do that in peace. Also let him know that I would appreciate it if he’d just let me go out there solo to fight Nest.

The bear gives Zack a thumbs up and Zack returns it before the two share a quick fist bump and the bear goes back into the locker room, slamming the door shut. Zack looks around and shakes his head before he walks away, muttering to himself.

ZACK JONES: I swear I’m on acid sometimes...

We then fade out after that.

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The evil bitch face plastered on her face shoots fear through the bodies of every backstage correspondent the HKW World champion passes by. Felicity holds her championship in her right hand and drags it against the ground, her “Scorpion Queen” sweatshirt hood flipped over her head and her focus on the exit door just a few yards away.

FELICITY BANKS: Sick of this…

She mumbles, ignoring the cheering fans that managed to find a way backstage.

FELICITY BANKS: Every single time I think I’m finally gonna have peace, a new freaking problem arrives. Who the hell does Dom Harter even think he is?! I don’t care how big of a star he was in FGA! This is MY freaking kingdom! UE’s turf!

She continues her steady pace and gets closer to the exit.

FELICITY BANKS: And Jinzai’s supposed to be my friend! My UE freaking brother! Why would he--

Before the World champion can continue, the Timer Warner executive known as Kevin Craig steps in front of Felicity and stops her dead in her tracks.

FELICITY BANKS: One: Never step in front of me like that again or I’ll run right through your face.

The HKW board member simply laughs Felicity’s comment off and scratches at his neckbeard.

FELICITY BANKS: Two: You’re a lot fatter in person.

Felicity reaches her hand forward and tries to pull up Kevin’s “Time Warner Broadcasting” t-shirt to check out his belly, but the board member slaps Felicity’s hand away. This gets a laugh out of the triple crown winner as she positions the HKW World championship onto her right shoulder and cocks her head to the left.

FELICITY BANKS: Must be a special night if the hand selected board member for Time Warner is here. Let me guess…

The World champion taps her index finger off of her chin.

FELICITY BANKS: You’re here to FINALLY give me my own personal jet, aren’t you?!

Kevin does his best to suck in his gut, puff up his chest, before clearing his throat, and chuckling at Felicity’s enthusiasm.

KEVIN CRAIG: I WISH! Wouldn’t that be awesome? Just go where ever you wanted, whenever you wanted. I feel you on that one.

He holds out a fisted hand as though he was expecting a bonding bro fist of some sort or perhaps a handshake, but when Felicity raised an eyebrow he quickly retracted his hand putting over his mouth and coughs.

KEVIN CRAIG: Maybe next time I’ll have that jet for you. As of right now, I’m here to praise you for all your hard work, and dedication. You have went above and beyond our expectations. YOU have achieved everything you have ever wanted without our help. You turned down our deal and went on to do the impossible. That’s admirable. HELL you even got RIP off of Defiance. You have a large set of lady balls, I admire that. Time Warner admires that. Yeah.

Kevin holds up his hand for a high five, and when she leaves him hanging he runs his hand through his hair before stretching.

KEVIN CRAIG: I have this weird kink in my arm. Sometimes it has a mind of it’s own.

Felicity narrows a brow and lowers her sweatshirt hood down. Her long black hair falls down her back and onto the HKW World championship itself as she hoists it up to her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, you’re creeping me out. And if you’re here to ask me to be “your star” again? The answer is still no, and it’s going to be no because eighteen months from now? When my contract runs out and I’m STILL your HKW World champion?

She takes a small step forward, Kevin taking one back due to the intimidation factor and Felicity’s sheer presence.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m going home and I’m taking the title that means more than any other title in our business with me.

Brushing Kevin aside, Felicity pushes by him and continues her pace to the exit door.

KEVIN CRAIG: FELICITY!

He yells and he laughs awkwardly, getting the attention of the World champion. She slowly turns her head and peers back at the Time Warner executive.

KEVIN CRAIG: Do you realize how awesome you are? You answered my question before I could even ask it. You must be psychic. The talents you have are never ending. So I bet I don’t have to tell you what we have in store, because you probably already know! Am I right?

FELICITY BANKS: I really don’t care, peasant.

Felicity waves the board member off, but…

KEVIN CRAIG: On the contrary. You should, because we’re still looking for our GUY!

He smiles brightly, but Felicity’s stone cold face makes him take it back.

KEVIN CRAIG: Or Gal. So us at Time Warner have decided to make a match for the general manager over at the next Defiance exclusive pay per view, CONTROL!… Control…. Control…

He echoes being as enthusiastic as he could.

KEVIN CRAIG: Just picture this.

He puts his arm around Felicity and holds his other hand up in front of her to try and help her picture what he’s visualizing.

KEVIN CRAIG: Felicity Banks, the SUPREEEEEEEMMMAAAAAHHHH ... versus Dom, Harter Hits Harder … versus JINZAI! In a triple threat match! Now isn’t that way better than a personal jet?

He slugs Felicity in the shoulder all buddy, buddy, before walking off with a grin on his face. His laugh even begins to echo through the hall while Felicity squints her eyes and watches the board member prance away.

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SINGLES MATCH
Nest vs Zack Jones


The match begins with the two competitors looking at one another, neither making a move as Zack thinks about how to combat the larger Nest and Nest just waits for his opponent to make a move. Finally, Zack moves towards the center of the ring and asks for Nest to lockup with him, almost getting an amused look out of him before the two did lock up and Nest is able to get the upper hand by shoving Zack hard to the mat! Jones helps himself up, but as soon as he gets to his feet, Nest floors him with a big boot to fully take control!

This continues into the 2nd minute as Nest grabs the World Tag Team champion and hits a running powerslam in the center of the ring before going for the pin and getting a two count! Nest keeps on the attack as he hits a corner splash after that that takes the wind right out of Zack’s sails. Then a thrusting spinebuster is a thing that follows that and Nest attempts to pin his smaller opponent once more, but ends up getting another two count!

Finally, Zack goes on offense in the 4th minute, catching Nest with a running dropkick to the knees that forces him to drop on them. A shoot kick to the head follows and Jones attempts to go for the pin, but Nest throws him off at the count of one! But the Team DLC member is not deterred as he goes for a leg lariat and catches the big man before he goes for the cover again and gets another two count! Seconds later, Nest finds himself outside of the ring, but that’s perfect for Zack, because he ends up hitting a tope con hilo that takes the big guy down! Once both men are back in the ring, Zack hits a swinging neckbreaker and goes for the pin yet again, but receives another two count!

In the 8th minute, Nest turns Jones inside out with a discus lariat that got the cheering audience going dead silent as he goes for the cover and gets a two count! Nest goes up top seconds later and leaps off, connecting with a diving headbutt that seems to knock out Zack, but he still kicks out at two after the cover! The big man continues to dish out some punishment and hits a corner yakuza kick before he goes for the cover once more, only to get another two count for his troubles! Nest seems very annoyed that Zack keeps kicking out and goes on the “trying to choke the life out of him with my boot to his throat” method, which works until Zack gets a foot on the ropes and forces the break.

Jones finally gets back on offense in the 12th minute, catching Nest with a springboard missile dropkick before he goes for the cover and gets a two count! The World Tag Team champion then keeps his attack on the Destiny Cup finalist by hitting a tornado DDT and going for the cover again, but getting another two count! A frankensteiner follows that and Nest has to roll to the outside, but that just allows Zack to hit a suicide dive before he uses all of his strength to get Nest back in the ring. Jones then catches the big man with a superkick before he goes for the cover and gets another two count! So the young man then grabs Nest’s legs and locks in a sharpshooter, forcing the big man to howl out in pain before he eventually finds his way out of it and shoves Zack off and hard into a corner!

In the 16th minute, Zack tries to go for the Tilt-A-Whirl, but Nest catches him and in one swift motion has him over his shoulder before quickly putting him in a tombstone piledriver position, then planting Zack with the Tree Plant! Nest then goes for the cover and gets the three count, pinning the former SSWA World champion!

After the match, Nest has his arm raised by Charlie Valentine as Zack is helped out of the ring.

WINNER: Nest (16:48)
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We see Onyx in the locker room stretching out. Just getting ready for her debut match back in HKW. When she begins to lift herself up from touching her toes, a smile appears on her face as Annie enters. They greet each other bumping fist up and down before clashing them together. While Onyx does the explosion Annie does her bull horns.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Sooooo, you pumped up for tonight?

Onyx tilts her head a bit as she shrugs.

ONYX PAYNE: I don’t know. I just can’t get Distorted Archetypes out of my head you know? They attacked me. Alright. I got it. I talked to Amber, and everything seemed fine. She made it seem like we were cool. We had and understanding.Then to turn around, and threaten our careers?

She wipes her hand down her mouth before placing her hands on her hips with a sort of smile on her face. A smile of disbelief.

ONYX PAYNE: I don’t get it. Act one way, then turn around and act different the next. Atleast when I told Veronica I was looking forward to facing her, and her tag team partner Bianca... She was cool with it, and she continued to be cool with it. She didn’t go around saying that they were going to end us. She had class.

Onyx takes a calming breath before placing a hand on Annie’s shoulder..

ONYX PAYNE: Now I know we should be focusing on the Pretty Committee tonight, but this match is important to both of us. It’s our debut back in HKW, and I want the people to see how you’ve grown since the last time you’ve wrestled here, and I want them to see that... I’M BACK. Better than ever. I don’t want Distorted Archetypes to take our moment away from us.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Nobody’s taking this moment away from us, Onyx.

She says, bringing Onyx in close for a hug.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Not the Pretty Committee tonight, not the Distorted Archetypes when they come to end our careers or whatever they wanna do. And you know why? ‘Cause when they step up, we’re gonna pop ‘em POW!

Annie feigns a right hook, before kissing her bicep.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Right in the kisser. ‘Cause we’re back, and we’re better than ever! Now … you ready to kick some hunty butt?

Onyx looks at Annie a bit bewildered.

ONYX PAYNE: Hunty butt? I don’t think Hunter Werth is in our match, Annie.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Noooo…

Annie looks confused for a moment before she continues.

ANNIE ZELLOR: It’s just one of The Pretty Committee's lame insults that I’m throwing back in their faces. Like when they call us basic, or say they’re the best team on Defiance. But we’ll prove them wrong tonight.

Annie smiles widely as she tries to enthuse her tag team partner; Onyx nods at the explanation she’s just been offered, seemingly understanding what Annie was trying to do as she speaks up again.

ONYX PAYNE: Oh, I understand now. And we’ll certainly try.

Onyx winks making Annie chuckle as the pair of them head out the locker room door together, ready and willing to kick some Pretty Committee ass!

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The cameras open backstage where the Pretty Committee have been spotted the fans from the sold out SNU arena give a loud chorus of boos. But if they can hear them they don't act like they even care instead of having two pink gift bags. As they look at eachother dressed to the nines in matching pretty committee t-shirts, white pants black high heel boots, and black Gucci handbags slung over her shoulder. They have the same resting bitch face on their faces. However, soon they turn into bitchy smirks as the Cuban beauty begins to speak in her normal tone.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Basics of the world I know it has been a long time but once again gracing you with their presence are the basic slaying, oh so pretty oh so dangerous tag team the IT women on the scene. The soon to be Word tag team champions The Pretty Committee as if we need any introduction I am Veronica Taylor, like world famous supermodel and slayer of basics.

BIANCA DAVIS:And I am the one and only basic slaying, beauty queen fresh from Malibu. The reality television superstar Bianca Davis. All of these civilians around us Vero but you know what they could use.

PRETTY COMMITTEE: MAKE OVER!

They share a loud laugh amused by their own comments.

VERONICA TAYLOR: It will only be a short and we mean short time till we take the titles off of those geeks, those basics Team DLC. Ugh how they won our tag team titles is a mystery but here is the deal we are the rightful number one contender's al of HKW knows that no matter what they say Distorted Archtypes puhlease! This isn't a place where you get to rest on your past success anymore. But speaking of the past Annie Zelaor and Oynx Payne. Two of the past HKW stars I mean Onyx just won the world title right after I came here so...

BIANCA DAVIS:And they belong in the past once again oh my there coming back quickly put them in a match they shouldn't be in against the top team in HKW right now. Face it those titles are just being warmed up for us. I mean gold sometimes does rest in the hands of inferior people I mean hello I dated an inferior man once...

Veronica smirked rolling her eyes, as Bianca had a resting bitch face as they look down at their pink gift bags with Veronica's Secret logo on the front. Before looking back to the camera with bitchy smirks on their faces.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh no one cares about him! What they care about is what we are going to do to Annie and Onyx you say bring all the tricks we have in our make up bags you will be ready? Well a good tag team never lets you see I mean we were going to show all of these basics watching us what was in these bags but you know what? No you will find out when we see fit. But know this tonight your going to get your make overs and you so need them.

BIANCA DAVIS:Totally the #makeoverdefiance tour starts with you and is going to end with those geeks Team DLC. And it's going to end with those titles around our waist and there is nothing ya can do about it see you out there basics.


PRETTY COMMITTEE:BYE FELICAS!

They smirk blowing an arrogant kiss toward the camera as the strut past the camera as the scene fades to black.

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Annie Zellor & Onyx Payne vs The Pretty Committee


The match starts with Annie Zellor and Veronica Taylor meeting in the center of the ring, the PC member taunting the returning wrestler before slapping her across the face! Annie takes offense to this and fires off with a slap of her own, dropping Veronica to a knee before planting her with a DDT and going for the cover, getting a two count!

The two friends keep on the attack as Onyx is tagged in in the 2nd minute and they both hit a double team dropkick before Onyx goes for the cover and gets a two count! Onyx keeps going, not letting the early two count stop her as she performs a wrist lock, then connects with a short arm lariat, going for the pin again and getting another two count! Annie is tagged back in seconds later and she’s allowed to go to work as a she hit a facebreaker DDT on Veronica and going for the cover again, only to get a two count!

Veronica gets in an eye rake on the Sparklebuddy before she plants her with a DDT, then tags out to Bianca in the 5th minute! The Pretty Committee then grab Annie and hit a double team suplex before Bianca hooks the leg, getting a count of two! Bianca then hits a leg drop and goes for the cover again, but it’s the same count again! So the Pretty Committee then opts to perform the quick tag system as they get Annie cornered and begin stomping away at her, making sure to keep their eyes on Onyx as they do this. Davis also attempts to distract the ref a handful of times, all of them allowing Taylor to choke Annie with her bare hands.

In the 9th minute, Annie catches Bianca with a step up enzuigiri before she goes for the cover and get a two count! She tags out to Onyx afterwards and the wife of Joey Perello and former World champion hits a superman punch seconds later before she goes for the cover and gets a two count as Veronica jumps in and stops things. Annie then comes in and she tackles Veronica out of the ring before the two fight outside of the ring! Onyx focuses on this and Bianca rolls her up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Onyx powers out at the last second and the two women scramble to their feet before Bianca attempts to clothesline Onyx, only for the young woman to dodge it! She then grabs Bianca from behind and plants her with the Silencer and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

The bell rings and Annie hits the ring as she and Onyx hug before they have their arms raised. However, as they’re celebrating, Cyrus and Amber appearing to hop over the barricade and almost slide into the ring, only for both Annie and Onyx to spot them. Payne and Zellor then motion for them to enter the ring, but Cyrus and Amber know better as they walk away instead, letting the two women know to keep their eyes open.

WINNERS: Annie Zellor & Onyx Payne (11:38)
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A different backstage view filled with the hustle and bustle that comes with a Defiance show and the crowd starts going to a high level scream and cheer as HKW Hall of Famer Jason Mentez is shown walking into frame with a True Business Inc black hoodie and a pair of black/white Adidas sweatpants. A smile hits his features as he hears New Hampshire's reaction to his presence but the smile fades quickly as a slight roll of his eyes is met with the presence of Banahan, Cole in the distance ahead of view.

JASON MENTEZ: Maaan come on yo is you followin me a something yodel? What the hell forreal?

Charlie Valentine noticed Jason approaching, before smirking. He nods his over, signalling to Cole who turns around. Cole looks Mentez up and down in disgust at his street clothing, before scoffing.

BANAHAN, COLE: How could that be possible when we’ve been standing here for over fifteen minutes? Don’t even bother humoring me with a clever little epigram, old sport. Tonight will be a night to remember, and I don’t have time for the likes of you or none of your tomfoolery.

Cole goes to turn back to Charlie, but not before waving Jason off.

BANAHAN, COLE: Now scram, Papa Sanchez. Real men are holding conversations. Conversations that are more significant than anything you’ve ever done with yourself, I might add.

Jason shrugs hearing that walking past focused on his goal tonight of defeating Jaxon Queen and less of going war of words with Cole.

JASON MENTEZ: Lets hope you do more significant things. I tend to shake more than twice after peeing just for suspense. You know, give it a little more mystery.

Jason chuckles a bit before getting more of a distance from Valentine and Cole. Jason gives a half ass salute and continues to walk away until he is completely out of view. Cole looks on before turning to Charlie and simply nodding.

CHARLIE VALENTINE: Say Coley, tonight we should serve some alphabet soup.

Charlie smirks as Cole looks around to see if anyone is near. Coast was clear.

BANAHAN, COLE: AND WE MAKE THEM EAT THEIR WORDS! HEH...HEH HEH HEH...HEHEHEHEH....HEH!

Cole clears his throat and checks around the hall once again.

BANAHAN, COLE: Valentine...

CHARLIE VALENTINE: Yeah Coley?

BANAHAN, COLE: Quit calling me ‘Coley.’ Now, to the lair!

Cole storms off as Charlie rolls his eyes and follows.

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The scene fades backstage inside Emilio’s locker room as he was seen getting ready for his main event match against Dom Harter tonight. Despite being in the main event tonight, something he was accustomed to and facing a man he had never went up against his mind was elsewhere. At House of Pain: Venom, Capone and his men assaulted Emilio’s father after what took place at Destiny. Capone figured that Luis had something to do with it and told Emilio that he would handle it personally. Emilio not knowing what all Capone was capable of didn’t expect for Capone to construct and ambush on his father in hopes of getting him to admit he had something to do with Felix interfering in Emilio and Shane’s Destiny matchup. There was a knock at the door and Emilio takes a deep breath.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Come in!

The door opens and there Tony Capone was dressed in his signature all black suit. He tells Max and Benny to stay outside as he heads inside.

TONY CAPONE: You wanted to talk? There something wrong, Emilio?

Finishing up lacing his left boot, Emilio stands up to face Tony.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: What you did to mi padre…

TONY CAPONE: E--

Emilio holds up his hand and shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Look, I’m not saying the man didn’t deserve it. I’m not all that mad about it because he did. But...Did you really have to go that far?

Tony lets out a small chuckle before answering.

TONY CAPONE: Perhaps not but--

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Then why do it? I mean did he even have anything to do with what Felix did? Is he making Felix do all of this?

Tony shakes his head.

TONY CAPONE: I’m afraid not. My belief is that your cousin is doing all himself. Your father is just fulfilling his duties as a manager supporting him.

Emilio looks down and shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Of course he is…
TONY CAPONE: Look, Emilio this would be easier if you just told me what all of this is about. Why did you leave LAX? Why is Felix this angry? Why aren’t you talking to your father or anyone in your family? Maybe if you told me--

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Tony…

He sighs and looks up at him.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: It’s...It’s a family matter. I can’t do that.

Tony studies Emilio for a moment and nods.

TONY CAPONE: Alright, fine. Well you’re going to have to talk to them sooner or later. You’ve held out this long and it’s starting to spiral down.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: It’s not my place.

Capone shakes his head and places his hand on his shoulder.

TONY CAPONE: It’s time to make it your place. Whatever it is, Emilio...You’re going to have to deal with it yourself. I’ve learned in what I do it’s better to do things yourself rather than wait for others.

Capone pats his shoulder.

TONY CAPONE: Good luck out there tonight, Snake.

Emilio nods as Capone leaves the locker room. Emilio looks over to his cell phone that was seen lying on the table. He walks over to the cell phone and picks it up. The camera notices him scrolling through his contacts and he stops at the name “Lixo”. He takes a deep sigh and clicks the name to call.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Straight to voicemail...Figures.

He says as he shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Felix...It’s Emilio. We need to talk. Man to man. We need to talk breh. Stop all this childish stuff and just talk. Call me. Please.

The scene fades away as Emilio hangs up the phone hoping that he will be able to get through to Felix.

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The scene fades back into the arena as Whisper Viperi was seen ready to announce the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is a singles match set for one fall!

Cheap pop.

The flatline begins...

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP……
Line continues across the screen indicating death.

---BEEP BEEP...BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP…BEEP BEEP
The redline starts and keeps a slow but steady wave indicating life. The crowd blows up with life as the lights dim to black bringing out their cell phones and long neon lights with his hazardous signs on them.

“I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware)
I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware)”

The dark brooding intro of “Beware” by Big Pun from his classic Capital Punishment album waves through the speakers causing hip hop heads to nod as the crowd to go into a full frenzy with the familiar NY Yankees hat starting the entrance video of the Pillar of HKW.

The music continues a neon yellow hazardous sign shine on the stage entrance. As the dark bass continues former HKW World and Global Champion Jason Mentez takes a slow step from the dark into the light dead in the middle of the hazardous sign on the stage.

WHISPER VIPERI: Now coming to the ring from Queens, New York. He is a former HKW World and Global Champion. He’s THE HKW Pillar, El Jefe y El Irrompible. Wreckless...Hardest….Malicious… JAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN MENTTTEEEEZZZZZ!!!

The fans brings the roof off as his short cut hair is shown with him looking down at the stage. Suddenly he looks forward and on cue the yellow smoke and vapor emits from the stage and down the rampway. The camera zooms in on the glow in the dark neon yellow paint covering the long scar on the left side of his face with his sneering expression adding to the mood. A number of more cell phone lights are held up with the neon bars by many fans giving a unique aura to his new entrance. Jason nods with an unreadable expression as takes the music and crowd in standing at the end of the ramp. He walks forward the hazardous sign moving over him to fall inside the middle of the ring as he slides in.

He takes his time bending to a knee and just staying there a moment on that knee in the middle of the ring as the lights start to come back on and the neon lights from the fans are cutting off. He gets to his feet as the fans continue to cheer as he takes off the t-shirt he comes into the ring with leaving his compression wear on underneath. He throws the shirt into the crowd and throws up an ‘M1’ with a half smirk on his face. The music fades as Jason stands still in a corner waiting for the time to go to work.

BRIAN MASON: Wreck is here on Defiance ready to get into some action!

JACK WARREN: Coma victim number three.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t say that.

"Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is JAXON QUEEN!

After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits for the match to start.


JACK WARREN: Here he is, Mase! The Human Pinkslip! The Coma Delivery Man himself! The Dynasty Champion!

BRIAN MASON: A cold hearted prick if you ask me.

JACK WARREN: How dare you!?

BRIAN MASON: No, how dare he!

JACK WARREN: You never liked Luke Wisia but now you’re just like these phonies who act like they actually gave a damn about him.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t have to not like Wisia to feel bad about what happened to him or Jackie Fowler. Don’t forget Fowler.

JACK WARREN: Meh, he’s alive.

SINGLES MATCH
Jaxon Queen vs. Jason Mentez


DING! DING! DING!


After the bell rings Jaxon is seen leaning up against the ropes looking over at the recently returned Hall of Famer Jason Mentez with a cocky smirk etched on his face. Jason seem to be as amused as Jaxon as he waits for him to be ready while he stands there in the middle of the ring. Jaxon laughs as he sees Jason waving him to come on and even goes to the lengths of waving him off. Mentez didn’t like that blatant disrespect, not one bit. He laughs to himself a bit then sprints over to Jaxon going for a big swing, no! Jaxon quickly gets out of the ring and pleads to the referee he wasn’t ready yet. Obliging to the Dynasty Champion’s plea, the referee tries to calm Jason down. With Jason now distracted, Jaxon hops up in the ring apron and grabs Mentez’s head only to hop off the apron and drive his throat into the top rope! The The fans boo at this tactic Jaxon has taken but the champion pays them no mind as he smirks in delight. He hops back up on the on the ring apron then onto the springboard to hit a Springboard Leg Lariat once Jason turns around. It connects! Queen stands up to his feet with his arms raised up in the air only to be met with boos instead of the cheers he was probably hoping to receive. Queen waves the fans off and turns his attentions back on Jason who was beginning to stir. Jaxon picks him up to his feet and begins to hit several chops. Af first Jason was feeling the sting of the chops but for some reason he starts to absorb the pain and invites Jaxon to hit them more. Jaxon looks around shocked by Jason’s reaction and the fans were starting to rally behind the former World Champion. He looks back to Jason and was daring him to hit him with another. Instead of a chop, Queen goes for a lariat, NO! Mentez ducks under the lariat attempt and hits a Russian Legsweep that leads right into a Back Breaker!

That reversal definitely changed the complexion of the match up. The fans were cheering Mentez on even more when he got back on his feet and was pumping up the crowd. Jason looks down at Jaxon and sees him getting back up to a knee. As he does so he goes for the ropes and comes back to take Queen down with a Running Shining Wizard right to the face! The loud pop from the kick gets the fans cheering even louder and gets Jason hyped up even more! Mentez gets back up to his feet and brings Jaxon up along with him. The former Global Champion begins to connect with some Knife Edge Chops of his own before hitting a Snap Suplex. Once he gets back up to his feet he looks around to the crowd and points down at Jaxon. The crowd cheers wanting to see more pain be brought to the man who put Luke Wisia and Jackie Fowler both in comas recently. Mentez hops high up into the air and drops a knee down on Jaxon’s face! The fans cheer as Jason goes for the pin but Jaxon immediately kicks out before the referee could even begin the count!

BRIAN MASON: Close but no cigar!

JACK WARREN: Close? What in the hell match are you watching, Mase? Jason was nowhere near to even getting a count on the Dynasty Champion!

BRIAN MASON: I’m just saying he was close to putting him away.

JACK WARREN: NO HE WASN’T, MASE?!

BRIAN MASON: Are you really trying to argue about this?

JACK WARREN: THE MAN DOESN’T APPRECIATE YOUR STUPIDITY!

Mentez gets back up to his feet and takes a few steps back from Jaxon. He crouches down and waits for Queen to begin to stir. As soon as Jaxon gets up to his feet, Jason sprints over going for a Lou Thez Press...Not a good idea. Jaxon catches Jason and doesn’t allow him to take him down. Instead, the former World Tag Team Champion holds Mentez up and sprints over to the corner driving Jason’s spine into the corner turnbuckle! He doesn’t let go. Jaxon turns and sprints over to the turnbuckle across the ring! He still doesn’t let go! He turns back around and sprints back across the ring driving Jason’s back right back into the turnbuckle. Jaxon doesn’t let go but he doesn’t turn back around like he done before as he instead hits a Belly-To-Belly Suplex sending Mentez flying across the ring!

The fans were right back to booing as Jaxon got back up to his feet and smirks as the sight of Mentez in agonizing pain. He methodically begins to walk over to Jason who was holding onto his back while the referee was checking on him. Noticing Jaxon was making his way over, the referee backs off some. Jason didn’t notice Queen in time but when he began to put the boots to him, he sure as hell did. After raining down some stomps, Jaxon kicks Jason over onto his stomach as he locks in a Boston Crab. The referee asks Jason if he wants to give up but of course the former World Champion denies wanting to give up by the slightest. The fans try to cheer Jason on but it only makes Jaxon apply more pressure. Jason cries out in pain as he lays there looking as if he was about to tap out. Jaxon smiles as he tells Jason to give up...Give up like he almost gave up life a year ago. The fans who heard his at ringside booed Jaxon even more while he just laughed it up in return. Jason then began to use all of his strength to crawl over to the ropes and makes it! The referee began to count Jaxon down all the way till he got to the count of four. Jaxon starts to hear an earful from the referee as he ignores him and taunts the fans.

JACK WARREN: Yeah that’s what I’m talking about!

BRIAN MASON: Of course you’d be supporting this criminal.

JACK WARREN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Criminal? What the hell are you talking about? Jaxon Queen is no criminal.

BRIAN MASON: He should be! He’s a walking and talking weapon that takes pride in putting people in comas! He could have ended Jackie Fowler’s career and life as we know it. There’s no telling how Luke Wisia is going to be when he finally wakes up?! And now? And now he’s basically trying to snap Jason’s back in half?!

JACK WARREN: And I’m all for it! Don’t you dare get in the ring with the Human Pinkslip unless you know what’s good for ya?!

BRIAN MASON: You’re unbelievable.

JACK WARREN: No Mase, I’m the man.

Queen turns his attentions back over to Jason who was using the ropes to get back up to his feet. Jaxon was heard talking shit to Jason as he made his way over to him. Jason didn’t seem interested in hearing him as much as he was concerned with his back. As Queen makes it over to him he goes to pull him off of the ropes but no! Mentez instead flips him over the ropes sending him down at ringside! The crowd pops as Jason falls to his knee reaching for his back. Jason looks to see what he was able to do and nods to himself as he stands back up to his feet. He looks around the arena and starts to get the crowd behind him more. Mentez sprints across the ring and hits the ropes to get more momentum as he picks up some speed as he runs back across the ring. As he reaches the ropes, he goes flying across the ropes hitting the Dynasty Champion with a Tope Suicida as he got back up to his feet!

The fans pop as Jason gets back up to his feet and high fives a few at ringside. The Hall of Famer turns his attentions back over to Jaxon who was trying to get back up to his feet.Mentez wasn’t going to let that happen as he runs over and hits another Running Shining Wizard on him! The referee was heard counting the two men down and Jason gets Jaxon back up to his feet to toss him back in the ring..but first there needed to be some revenge for earlier. Jason Irish Whips the champion into the steel steps! He then retrieves Jaxon and tosses him back in the ring! Mentez then hops up onto the apron and climbs the top turnbuckle. The fans cheer as they notice Jason was about to fly. He smirks to the crowd and sizes up Queen. Jason taunts then leaps off going for a Frog Splash! It connects and he goes for the pin!

ONE



TW---KICKOUT!!!!!


Jason rolls over in disbelief that Jaxon kicked out.

JACK WARREN: YESSSS!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: How the hell did he manage to kick out of that?!

JACK WARREN: Don’t sound so surprised, Mase. You have to know there takes a lot to put away that man there!

Mentez nods to himself knowing that there’s more to be done before he can truly put Jaxon Queen away. He gets up to his feet and goes to bring Queen along with him. Jason hits a few punches and an elbow smash. He then lifts him up and hits a Brainbuster that he followed with a Seated Senton. Jason goes for a quick pin but again Queen was able kickout before the ref was able to begin his count. Mentez didn’t try to argue the call as he got back up to his feet. He waited for Jaxon to get back up to his feet only to bring him back down with a Single Leg Dropkick. The fans were behind Jason Mentez as they cheered him on. He got back up to hsi feet with a smile on his face hearing the roar of the crowd. Mentez taunts to the crowd as if he was pulling the horn to a train. The fans cheered and waited for Queen to get back up. As he does he was groggy as hell and began to turn around. Once he turned around there was Mentez looking to deliver an hellacious M-Train, but no! Jaxon was quick to turn around and hits a Neckbreaker out of nowhere!

BRIAN MASON: The Dynasty Champion proving how resilient he can be here.

JACK WARREN: PUT SOME RESPECT ON JAXON QUEEN’S NAME?!

BRIAN MASON: Noone ever said they didn’t, Jack.

JACK WARREN: YOU JUST GOT DONE CALLING HIM A CRIMINAL?!

BRIAN MASON: Because he is but I can respect the talent he possess. Especially being able to hold his own against the first ever to hold both World & Global Championships in this company.

JACK WARREN: You’re such a brown noser, Mase.

The referee counted the two men down until the both began to stir. They slowly made it up to their feet and were both in pain. You could tell the two men were willing to give it their all in this match and neither man wanted to lose. Once they came face to face they began to trade punches. Despite Mentez’s faster punches, Queen’s heavy handed fist were beginning to take their tole on the former Global Champion. Once Mentez’ punches began to slow down he goes to hit a surprise Lifting Knee Strike but no! He gets caught and suffers a Fisherman Suplex from Jaxon Queen!

JACK WARREN: HAHA! This two second champion prick actually thought he was going to pull a fast one on Queen? Get outta here!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: I can’t believe you’re actually trying to count Jason Mentez out.

JACK WARREN: This car crash dummy can’t win a match to save his life at Destiny, what the hell kind of faith can I put in him to win against the Human Pinkslip?

BRIAN MASON: You shouldn’t say stuff like that.

JACK WARREN: The man says and does what the man wants Shut up Mason. Don’t you have Felicity Banks’ boots to lick or something?

BRIAN MASON: I--

JACK WARREN: Shut up it was a rhetorical question.

Jaxon gets up to his knee with a smirk etched on his face. He stands up to his feet and gives of a cocky laugh until the he looks in the crowd to see Jackie Fowler standing on the edge of the barricade.

JACK WARREN: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NUT DOING OUT HERE?!

Jaxon points at him pissed off that he even had the nerve to come out there during his match. Being too distracted by Fowler’s presence served to be the ultimate downfall for Queen in this match as Jason managed to get back up to his feet. He turns Jaxon around and kicks him in the midsection then proceeds to thit the QB Cripple before going for the pin!

ONE










TWO

















THREEEEE!!!!!!!


Jackie claps for Jason as hops off the barricade and makes his way through the crowd to head backstage. Mentez stands up and gets his hand raised.

WHISPER VIPERI: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….JASON MENTEZ!!!!

The crowd pops as Jason celebrates.

BRIAN MASON: Great win for Jason here.

JACK WARREN: What?! He just got handed a win thanks to that nut Jackie Fowler!?

BRIAN MASON: A win's a win, Jack.

WINNER: JASON MENTEZ VIA PINFALL (13:42)
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Previously Recorded

In an undisclosed location outside of the SNHU Arena, the scene opens up to a dimly lit study with tall bookshelves leaning against the wall. An assortment of encyclopedias, novels, and leather bound books fill the shelves, along with ceramic vases and decorative tree branch pieces. In the center of the room, there’s a leather recliner positioned across from the window. The camera slowly pans throughout the study, with the mic catching the sounds of footsteps on the carpeted floor.

The 2016 Crowned Royalty winner, Lyza Reyes enters the frame with a lit purple candle in her hand. The camera follows her as she makes her way to the recliner. Across from the chair, there’s a small glass coffee table with a coaster. She sets the candle down gently before plopping down on the recliner. She then slightly turns to face the cameraman with a calm and collected expression on her face to address the viewers.

LYZA REYES: Greetings and salutations to my darling Lyzanites and Hard Knox faithful. I wanted to welcome you all to one of the few places that I consider a haven and get away from the atrocities that we see on a daily basis. I hope you’re all comfortable and open for a little enlightenment at this time.

She extends her arms forward, interlocking her fingers to make a light cracking sound.

LYZA REYES: A new chapter begins for my peers and myself in a post-Destiny era. Those with their roster spots locked in, have new potential challengers coming for them, especially if they're holding a belt. New alliances, new rivalries, and new faces on the up and up!

Awww yeah!

What better way for me to enter Defiance with an Interbrand TV Championship match? This is seriously an amazing way to kick things off! And what would make it even better? Bringing that bad boy to Defiance. First things first, of course. I need to cut Chanson off, cut the self-proclaimed Prince of Subversion like JZ Crowns’ pops did to his kin.

Easier said than done, when the kid that was voted “RISE” wrestler of the year has nothing but hunger and motivation. He's the new breed that veterans need not to sleep on. He's as slick as the way his hair is pulled back with fancy product. When he wasn't staring at Arkia’s derrière, or testing coach Las’ patience, he was ahead of some of his peers when he was working under the Uprising brand at 4CW. Dude was this close to doing Donkey Shows in Tijuana, but nah, you dodged that bullet, Trendo.

She stretches her lips horizontally, showing a little teeth a la Jay-Z.

LYZA REYES: We've seen how much you've grown and progressed, which is a true testament to the RISE program and their dedicated team. You're gonna go far, however, maybe not at the pace you were thinking. The roster is full of young talent that bounce back after taking a few “cantasos” as my Puerto Rican lawyer would say.

You're looking at one of those cats! Now, the good news is, you're not oblivious. You know better than to dismiss me as a throwaway or warm up. Aside from growing as a trainee to main roster talent, your attitude has changed. You are opening your eyes, and I know that you lowkey are a fan of all things Ultra. You're the little brother that sticks his face to the window, filling up the glass with your own fog. You watch the cool kids in The Space Age from afar hoping to someday be a part of that.

...And who knows?

Welllll... I know for certain that even Sir Visuals will not foresee what's in store for you at Defiance…

Lyza perks up from her seat, she turns to face the window in front. The camera pans over to the left, capturing a white owl sitting on the window sill with its bright large eyes.

The camera then follows the ITV Championship contender making her way out of the study. The scene fades to black as the sound of an angry feline growling sound is heard in the background followed by howling and barking sounds of nearby dogs.

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The scene fades into a room where Felix is sitting back in a Lazy-Boy chair with his custom True SAP North Atlantic Championship title draped over his lap. Felix grabs the remote to the big screen flat screen that was set in front of him and presses a button. After he presses the button an old home video begins to play. The home video begins to show a group of boys playing with one another while their parents are heard laughing in the background. The camera then began to focus on two of the boys instead of the rest. Those two boys? They were Emilio and Felix Vialpando.

Several clips played as Felix watched and laughed.

FELIX VIALPANDO: You see this? Do you all see this? This was what it was like when mi familia was whole.

As the clips play the two begin to grow older. Their bond was on full display for everyont to see as they watched these videos.

FELIX VIALPANDO: Emilio was always there for me. He was there for me through it all. He had my back when my own brother didn’t. In some ways, Emilio was more of a brother to me than Jesus ever was.

The clips now show Emilio training Felix when he began pursuing wrestling.

FELIX VIALPANDO: We were going to make history together. History people! Social Studies! But now...Now look at what Emilio has became. He has turned his back on LAX. He’s turned his back on our familia. He’s turned his back...On me.

Felix leans up in the chair still watching the clips.

FELIX VIALPANDO: Now...Now I don’t even recognize him anymore. I don’t know this Emilio. How does a man who was devoted to his familia just up and leave them behind like they were nothing? I thought I knew Emilio...But it turns out. I never truly did.

He sighs.

FELIX VIALPANDO: He’s just like his nickname...A snake. A snake that lays in wait to stab you right in the back when you least expect it. You people ask why I did what I did? Why not? Why wouldn’t I? Look at what all he has done. Look at what he has done to our familia! Look at what he has done to me!

Felix shakes his head.

FELIX VIALPANDO: And you people dare cheer for him knowing all of this? I’m doing what needs to be done! I’m doing what’s right! What are you people doing, huh? What are you all doing? Nothing but cheering for a man who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself! I’m getting rid of a cancer, and you people should be cheering me! You all should be grateful, for me! I doing you all a service! I’m not just doing this for me! I am doing this for you all and you should learn to be grateful for it!

The former Global Tag Team Champion stops and calms himself down.

FELIX VIALPANDO: Emilio. You know what you are, you abandoner. You picker upper and leaver! You backstabber! You deserter! I hope you’re taking notes! I hope you know you were dead to me the moment you turned your back on the familia! Turned your back on me! HOW CAN YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME?! HUH!? HOW COULD YOU?!

Felix points to the camera.

FELIX VIALPANDO: THIS IS ALL YOUR FREAKING FAULT, EMILIO! AND YOU’RE GOING TO FREAKING PAY FOR IT! Punk.

Felix stands up from the chair and walks off. The camera pans back towards the television as it shows Felix standing over Shane Atwater and Emilio Vialpando at Destiny: Chapter 4.

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WHISPER VIPERI: This match is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the HKW Interbrand Television Championship!

A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage. She's caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and "In Distress" by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play.

"I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest..."

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing the challenger...from Queens, New York...weighing in at 122 pounds…”The Universally Dope” LYZA REEEEEEYEEEEES!

BRIAN MASON: After the wars with Cyncity, Lyza is looking to put herself in the record books. She has a hot streak. If she can start off the new season with a championship win...man.

JACK WARREN: She has tough competition. Chanson has a chip on his shoulder that all RISE kids inherit. He’s not looking to drop that belt no time soon. It’s simple as that, no jokes required.

BRIAN MASON: Thanks, Jack.

JACK WARREN: Shut up.

She makes her way down the ramp, tagging a few hands along the way. She walks up the steel steps, and positions herself in the center of the ring to scope out the audience. She points at fans also known as "Lyzanites," in acknowledgment of their enthusiasm and admiration.

“Rock Box” by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to jeer. Stepping out from behind the curtains on his skateboard is Chanson Webster along with his manager Brent Berstin. Brent motions for them to cut the music as he has something to say.

“Ladies and Gentleman. The man you have been waiting for is finally here. He is the man with the plan. The man who's going to rule this land. He is your PrYnce….the Trend God and your HKW Interbrand Television Champion….Chanson Webster.”

JACK WARREN: I love that. He got his own crew to announce him. Whisper must love him too.

BRIAN MASON: As previously mentioned, Chanson got a tough test. Lyza is no stranger to the big time, the championship match. Chanson isn’t either, but we all know where the experience lies. But Chanson proved himself already as a competitor.

Chanson steps off the skateboard and takes a bow before he and Brent begin their way to the ring bad mouthing the crowd. They get to the ring as Brent goes up the steel steps and Chanson slides underneath the ropes.

Chanson holds up nine fingers before dropping to a knee and holding up a pyramid with his hands before springing back to his feet and climbing up the turnbuckle where he shouts out at the crowd some more. He steps down from the turnbuckle and takes off his vest and hands it to Brent before Brent slides out of the ring as Chanson talks to himself awaiting for the bell.

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INTERBRAND TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH

Chanson Webster © vs, Lyza Reyes


DING! DING! DING!

The champion and the challenger lock up in the middle of the ring, but Lyza quickly avoids the obvious power difference by slipping behind Chanson’s back. She jumps, trying to catch him in the back with a dropkick, but Chanson has it scouted. He shifts around quickly, shoving her away from himself. She hits the mat, tries to recover quickly, but a swift kick to the torso prevents her ascension. She falls back on her hands and scurries back to get to a vertical base. Chanson meets her there and pulls her into his form. With a snap, he sends her back to the ground with a scoop slam. He goes for a cover, but there’s no need for the referee to fall to the mat; Lyza kicks out then.

Chanson maintains his control by bringing Lyza to her feet and shoving her to the corner. He starts to throw a bundle of punches in Lyza’s kidney area and sternum, trying to knock all the air out of her. She throws a dazed haymaker out, which prompts Chanson to back up away from the turnbuckle. She chases him out, but stops when she realizes that she needed to breath, but furthermore that she was falling into Chanson’s rhythm. She wags her finger at Chanson, who merely shrugs in response. “I tried,” he says, before smirking at Lyza. He approaches back to her, but an extremely fast shin kick forces him on guard. Lyza steps forward, closing the gap that he made with a few encroaching kicks. Chanson shoves her back, which she rolls into. When Chanson goes over, she throws her legs up onto his shoulders and hurls him over with a hurricanrana. The champion rolls to his feet, where Lyza awaits him with a smirk on her own.

Chanson comes at her, which spurs her to send him into the ropes. When he rebounds, she ducks underneath a clothesline attempt before taking off at the ropes. Lyza comes off the ropes, but does not expect to see Chanson flying back at her with a Flying Chuck Kick (roundhouse kick). She manages to evade the full force, but does send her to the mat. Chanson rolls back to a vertical base, coming at her. He leaps over her, trying for a sunset flip. She follows through with him, allowing her the premier opportunity for a seated dropkick. Chanson falls onto his back to avoid the hit, before sprawling back to lock Lyza into an inverted leg lock. Lyza doesn’t stay in long, throwing out a kick before he can really sink in the lock. Chanson backs off while the challenger gets back to her feet. The two run off the ropes, trying a desperate attempt to regain full control.

IT ENDS WITH A MID-AIR COLLISION! The crowd starts to frantically clap the spectacle as the two opponents writhe on the ground.

BRIAN MASON: Equal footing with these two! Anyone that says that Chanson couldn’t keep up are being proven wrong. He’s keeping up with one of the best wrestlers in the world right now.

JACK WARREN: One of the best wrestlers in the world? For what? Beating BB’s baby mama? Whatever. Chanson’s always been able to, but idiots like you ignore him.

While the commentators dispute, Lyza has made it to her feet first. She runs in and hits a double axe handle onto the forearms of the rising Chanson Webster. He aggresses by shoving her back and leaping up for a forearm smash. When he hits it, he does a quick kip-up. The motion completes with a standing moonsault, where he goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!


THRE--

Lyza gets the shoulder up. Chanson shakes his head, knowing how resilient she is, but he wanted the win right then. He brings her to a standing position and sends her off the ropes. When she comes back, he goes for a Yakuza Kick, but Lyza slips under it and drags him face first into the mat. From there, she secures a Muta Lock. Chanson tries to muscle his way forward, but the unique hold has him trapped. He claws at the mat, refusing to quit right there.

BRIAN MASON: Center of the ring and an obvious headache; Chanson’s in trouble!

JACK WARREN: No freakin’ duh, Mason. He might have a busted jaw.

Chanson continues to fight the lock before he’s able to create a small gap in the hands around his chin. Lyza breaks the hold, knowing that Chanson was not too far afar from an advantageous escape. When she comes forward, Chanson roars out with the 843--

Only for Lyza to reverse it into a flying armbar!

The crowd flips over the counter while Chanson finds himself completely trapped and out of his wits. He moves around, trying to get a better position. Lyza wrenches the hold, but as she tries to deepen the hold, Chanson manages to use his height to his advantage. His foot gets caught on the bottom rope, which invokes the referee to tell Lyza to break the hold. She gives the clean break, squinting her eyes at the lanky champion. Chanson gets up, holding his arm, but Lyza takes him in an collar and elbow and takes him to the turnbuckle. Leaping onto the second rope, Lyza points her finger up and hurls herself for a Tornado DDT. Chanson uses the momentum to find an opening. He hurls Lyza into the mat, which she recovers from easily.

JACK WARREN: GODDAMN!

BRIAN MASON: You hear that echo?!

He rushes in and hits the Yakuza Kick that knocks the spit of Lyza’s mouth. He goes for the instant cover right after.

ONE!



TWO!


THRE--

BRIAN MASON: Another kickout from Lyza Reyes, but Chanson got payback from that earlier faceplant with that kick.

JACK WARREN: I think some of the spit landed on our table. Gross.

Chanson picks Lyza up, signaling for the end. He sends her charging into the turnbuckle, cracking her into it with full force. Lyza bounces off it and Chanson comes off the rope--

BRIAN MASON: BEDAZZLE YOU!

JACK WARREN: Not today!

Lyza counters with a DDT, which entirely floors the champion! She heads over to the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it slowly but surely. With an arm up and the crowd behind her, she leaps off, popping for Pura Vida!








BUT THERE’S NO ONE HOME!

Chanson rolls out of the way with a gasp, but he goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!













KICKOUT!

The crowd erupts as Lyza gets the shoulder up. Chanson heads back over to the counter, remarking on how he thought he had her beat. When he turns around, he finds that Lyza sprung to her feet with desperation and catches him with the Cosmic Voyage (Frankensteiner)! Lyza falls over, having exerted a well of energy that she did not have. She manages to stay somewhat upright using the nearest ropes, but it takes her some time to turn around. Chanson starts to muscle his way back to his feet, but stumbles, dizzy from the sudden takedown. Lyza runs back in seeing a chance.

Tilt-a-whirl.

843!

Chanson takes Lyza all the way through the motion, but back down into the brutal clothesline! Lyza crumbles onto a ring rope, which implores Chanson to bring her up as he tries for the TrendMaker! Lyza stops the attempt with a desperate elbow to the side of his neck. Chanson drops her, as the elbow landed flush in the crook of it. He coughs and turns around to catch the Gravitass! Lyza rolls him up immediately after!

ONE!








TWO!













KICKOUT!

Lyza falls over, depleted, as Chanson powers out. They both don’t move as the crowd cheers feverishly.

JACK WARREN: The man didn’t go down after getting some ass to the face. Hm.

BRIAN MASON: The man has something to prove, but the lights might not be on up there anymore!

JACK WARREN: Lyza’s ass can do that?! No wonder why BB dates her!

Lyza crawls her tired self over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up. As she reaches the top, she sees Chanson getting ready to get to his feet. She steps up, looking to prepare for another Pura Vida, but Chanson makes it to his feet. Lyza measures cleanly and jumps forward, catching him with a hurricanrana---

Or so everyone thought!

Lyza pops a transition and gets around Chanson! AND BEFORE THEY KNEW IT, SHE PLANTS THE CHAMPION WITH THE SPACE AGE!

BRIAN MASON: OOOOOOOOOH!

JACK WARREN: OH SH--

Lyza, amidst the speechless crowd, hooks the leg with her head buried on her fallen opponent.

ONE!



TWO!













THREE!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...AND THE NEEEEEEW HKW INTERBRAND TELEVISION CHAMPION...LYZAAAAAAAAA REEEEEEYEEEEEES!

Breaking their stunned silence, the crowd unglues at the call. Lyza starts to move back to her feet, encouraged by the fans to get up. She gets up, still geared to fight. She looks over to see the referee motioning for the championship. The stunned woman brings her hands to her face as the referee brings her the coveted belt. She takes it softly into her hands before bringing it to her face and chest. As she does, she doesn’t see Chanson getting back to his feet, shaking his head. He walks over and spins the new champion around. Lyza, snapping out of it, takes a step back.

Chanson gives her a disheartened look, but then…

He sticks out his hand.

BRIAN MASON: A show of respect outta the Trend God! He brought his A game and it was one, unorthodox move that got him. The boy has a clear future here!

JACK WARREN: He’s the loser, but eh, I’ll give it to them both. That was something crazy.

Lyza shakes his hand, giving him a soft bow. Chanson then raises her arm up with a smirk. Before long, he exits the ring, giving her a final applause and the time she deserves. Lyza celebrates as the feed goes elsewhere.

WINNER AND NEW HKW INTERBRAND TELEVISION CHAMPION: Lyza Reyes via pinfall (13:11)
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Cameras catch up with Angelo Sands and Markus FK, still on the search for the two women that screwed them out of a match at the House of Pain before Destiny. They open nearby doors, but all the rooms they look into are either empty or have others occupying them, to which they have to apologize to those people.

Annoyed at searching for the two women, the two young men look at one another as they reach the end of another hallway with no luck.

ANGELO SANDS: You know, I’m getting real sick and tired of playing these stupid ass games with them. They’re supposed to be wrestlers or experts at hide and seek?

MARKUS FK: At this point, what do you even expect? We’re gonna have the first ever Hide and Seek match, before long.

He shakes his head in frustration before Angelo nudges him with an elbow.

ANGELO SANDS: Yo, Markus.

Angelo motions over to one door; the one that neither of them checked. Markus nods at Angelo and the two move forward before Angelo grabs the doorknob and tries to open the door, but finds it to be locked. Frustrated, he attempts to put a shoulder to it and try to break it open, but fails to do so. Markus laughs, placing a hand on Angelo’s shoulder, moving him aside.

MARKUS FK: I got this, man.

Markus FK moves into position, quickly trying the door before taking a step back and slamming his shoulder into the door...which doesn’t budge an inch. FK rubs his shoulder, wincing for a moment.

MARKUS FK: What the hell is this door made out of? Damn.

Angelo tries to hold back a chuckle as he pats his friend in the back.

ANGELO SANDS: It’s okay, buddy. Not all of us can be strong enough to break down a door.

Markus rolls his eyes as Angelo cracks a grin before he looks around.

ANGELO SANDS: Honestly? Let’s go look somewhere else. This is probably one of those doors the higher-ups keep locked for a reason. I’m sure we’ll find those two.

FK nods in agreement and the two begin to walk away from the door.

Shortly after the pair continue their search we hear the sound of a door unlocking, soon followed by Mariani and Mason stepping through the door into the hallway, watching as the two S-I members continue their fruitless search

SARA MASON: Should we put them out of their misery now?

Mariani considers the thought for a moment

ERIN MARIANI: I'm sure they can sweat for a little longer...

With a malicious smirk on her face, Mariani turns and walks away, with Mason following soon after.

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The feed now goes backstage, where Lola J is standing in front of an interview set, smiling widely before beginning.

LOLA J: Hey there, ladies and gentlemen - Lola J here with my guest at this time...Christian Kane.

Boos can be heard from the fans in attendance as the camera slowly pans wide to reveal Christian Kane standing in front of his bodyguard, Big Mike Carter. Kane seems a little annoyed at the boos, but shakes his head in disgust and nods to Lola, checking her out slightly as she turns back to the camera for a split second.

LOLA J: Now, Christian, I’m sure this is a question that you’ve been asked a lot recently, but let’s clear the air here. At House of Pain: Venom, you and uh, your bodyguard here attacked Kai. Why did you do it?

She points her microphone in Christian Kane’s direction, who smirks slightly, turning back to Big Mike for a moment before staring right at Lola J.

CHRISTIAN KANE: You want to know why I attacked Kai? Like I didn’t make it obvious. Listen to me, Lola, and all of you out there...

He points around him, obviously meaning the audience.

CHRISTIAN KANE: ...you can listen to this too, and really understand it - Christian Kane is better than Kai. Was better. Is better. Will always be better. Everyone out here is talking up Kai like he’s some god, but at Destiny Chapter Three that emo motherfucker got lucky! And that’s a damn fact! He gets taken second overall and I get taken fifth and FOR WHAT? HUH!? Because he fluked his way to a briefcase win? Is that it?

Kane shakes his head in anger, running his hands over his hair before continuing.

CHRISTIAN KANE: There’s a reason why Kai has done absolutely nothing since being here, and since everyone wants to turn a blind eye to it, I’m gonna make it so that people like you, people like them, everyone....can’t ignore the truth any longer. That’s a promise.

Lola’s eyes go wide, but she slowly nods before asking another question.

LOLA J: Alright...and on that point, if you’re so much better than Kai, then why do you need a bodyguard?

Kane stares at Lola for a few awkward seconds, leaning back as Big Mike whispers something his ear. After a few seconds of thought, Christian dismissively waves a hand before answering the question.

CHRISTIAN KANE: You wanna know what Big Mike just asked me, Lola? He asked me whether he should put your fine ass through a table. That’s why I’ve got a bodyguard. That is why I have this man...

He points behind him.

CHRISTIAN KANE: ...in my corner. Because I’m not a loner like Kai or the rest of his Project Boryn’ family. People love me. People adore me! But on the flipside, a lot of people are jealous. A lot of guys just can’t fathom how someone as pretty as me can be such a goddamn athletic freak - and as such, they hate me. Which means they want to ruin my pretty face, and Lola, no one is ruining my pretty face. Not again!

Christian Kane smirks slightly, licking his fingers and running them across his eyebrows before continuing.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Now look, I got drafted to Defiance, that gave me a new start. I’m not going to make the same mistakes that I made on Subversion. Because like I said, to succeed in a place like this you gotta have friends. You gotta have people watching your back. And now I have exactly that.

Kane shrugs.

CHRISTIAN KANE: So if Kai wants to try his luck, and wants some revenge?

He laughs, heartily.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Be my fucking gue---

He’s suddenly cut off as Lola lets out a shrill shriek as Kai comes flying into the shot, barrelling into Kane who falls back into the interview set! The Silent Warrior pushes Big Mike backwards slightly, then begins to hammer away at Kane for a few seconds before Christian Kane’s massive bodyguard grabs Kai by the hair, throwing him down onto the concrete floor. Groaning in pain and holding his head, Kai is left helpless as Big Mike helps up Kane, before picking Kai up. He looks to Christian Kane who simply motions for Big Mike to continue as the Canadian licks his wounds.

Big Mike Carter grunts, before pushing Kai against a locked, metal ‘Emergency Exit’ door. He looks to Kane again, nodding before rushing forward and slamming into Kai - denting the metal doors before backing up once more - barrelling through Kai and taking the door of it’s hinges! Big Mike slowly gets up, looking down at Kai before Kane rubs the back of his own head, checking on the carnage...a grin slowly growing onto his face.

CHRISTIAN KANE: See! Ah, fuck-- that’s what you get, Kai. Come on, Big Mike, let’s go.

Kane steps forward, nudging the unconscious Kai’s leg with a foot before walking off down the hallway with Big Mike, who’s left a trail of destruction before him.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening!

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF


The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the some of crowd begin to boo, while others cheer. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction that are coming from the fans.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds ... He is 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' DOM HARTER!

Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter climbs up to the middle rope, posing for the fans as he waits for his opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…

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

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


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

Say you might see bunch of beaches
Bunch of pretty bitches
But, don't get it twisted
Wrong turn could be missing


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

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

"VIVA LA UE"

The fireworks stop going off and Emilio sprints towards the ring and slides in. He then walks across and climbs up a corner turnbuckle looking out to the crowd while holding up "LA" with his fingers after placing the title back on his shoulders. He nods and hops downs as he awaits for the match to begin.

BRIAN MASON: For the first time ever, Dom Harter takes on Emilio Vialpando, and it’s happening inside a HKW ring.

JACK WARREN: Thanks for stating the obvious, Mason.

The crowd starts to settle down as Dom Harter and Emilio Vialpando stare one another down from opposite ends of the ring. The referee steps in between both men and looks ready to call for the bell, until…

FELICITY BANKS: SUUUUUUUPPPRRREEEEEMMMAAAAAHHHHH!

The opening to “Stop Me” fills the arena speakers, the crowd immediately exploding with cheers and a few jeers. Harter and Vialpando both stare out at the top of the entrance ramp and see Felicity Banks casually stepping out onto the stage.

BRIAN MASON: I thought she was leaving?

JACK WARREN: You thought wrong, Mason. The Supreme is still here!

BRIAN MASON: But why?

JACK WARREN: Because she’s the World champion. That’s why.

Felicity removes the HKW World championship from her shoulder and grips it with her right hand. She cocks her head to the side a casually steps down the entrance ramp, dragging the championship along with her.

Felicity looks at Emilio and gives him a casual wink before she turns her attention to Harter and sarcastically waves to him as she walks around the ring. She moves toward the commentators table, Harter and Vialpando both confused as to what was happening.

JACK WARREN: Looks like your favorite is joining us on commentary, Mason! It’s your lucky day!

BRIAN MASON: … I am simply an unbiased announcer.

JACK WARREN: Who’s fangirling on the inside.

BRIAN MASON: Maybe…

Felicity makes sure to prop the HKW World championship on the announce desk with the front plate facing the ring. She points at the championship and says “mine” while staring in Harter’s direction. This gets a chuckle out of the 2017 Destiny Cup winner as he watches Felicity step around the announce desk and put on a headset.

FELICITY BANKS: Fellas.

JACK WARREN: Supreme.

FELICITY BANKS: MAAAAAAAAAAAH! Come on, Jackie boy. You’ve been around long enough to know how it goes.

JACK WARREN: Have you been watching the show?! I lost my voice because of the craziness. I can’t pull it off right now.

BRIAN MASON: With all due respect, why exactly are you out here, Felicity?

FELICITY BANKS: Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. Dom wanted to take the spotlight off of me during my moment, I’m gonna do the exact same thing to him.

She says with a shrug, her eyes locked on the two competitors inside the ring. With Felicity’s theme fading out, the referee once again steps in between Harter and Vialpando. He goes over a few a things with them before he jerks his arm and calls for the bell!

MAIN EVENT: FIRST TIME EVER
Dom Harter vs. Emilio Vialpando


DING! DING! DING!



FELICITY BANKS: AND WE’RE OFF!

Vialpando charges right at Harter, but slides between his legs instead of attacking. This confuses Dom enough to make him back away, Emilio slithering like the snake he is. Dom jerks his neck from side to side and watches as Emilio pushes forward, the two men coming together for a collar and elbow tie up.

Harter takes Vialpando down with a quick armdrag then tries to stomp down on his hand, but Emilio pulls out of the way and rips Harter’s legs out from under him! Harter sits right up and Emilio goes for a penalty kick to the chest, but Dom falls back down to avoid it and sweeps Emilio’s legs out from under him with a kick!

Emilio drops to the mat and Harter applies a quick headlock, the crowd torn on who to cheer for. Dom turns his focus to the commentary table and tightens the grip on his headlock.

BRIAN MASON: Solid action thus far. Harter maybe in control now.

FELICITY BANKS: Meh. He’s literally doing what Emilio wants him to do. Focusing on me isn’t good either. I’m just here to make commentary somewhat decent.

JACK WARREN: HEY!

FELICITY BANKS: You’re the somewhat, Jack! Calm down!

BRIAN MASON:

JACK WARREN: HAHAHAHA!

Emilio manages to get to his feet and tries to push Dom off, but Dom only tightens the headlock. Eventually, Emilio executes a snap belly to back suplex on Harter and stuns the Destiny Cup winner! Harter clutches at the back of his head while Emilio rolls underneath the ropes and onto the apron.

The former World champion pulls himself up and waits for Harter to get to a vertical base. Once he does, Emilio spring up onto the ropes and launches himself in the ring to a land a devastating forearm smash that drops Harter immediately! Emilio makes the quick cover…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Vialpando slithers away from Harter and makes sure to stay behind him. He watches Dom struggle up to his feet and attempts a Zig-Zag, but Harter holds onto the top rope and Emilio takes a hard fall to the mat! Vialpando manages to spring up to his feet, but he walks right into a hellacious spinebuster from Harter!

BRIAN MASON: There’s a momentum changer.

FELICITY BANKS: Yaaaah, sure. It was okay I guess.

Harter takes a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head and pulls Vialpando up. He presses Emilio back against the nearest corner and begins driving his shoulder directly into the former Global champions midsection. After the fourth should thrust, Dom rips Vialpando out of the corner and pulls him into a lariat, turning Emilio inside out! Harter makes the quick cover…

ONE!


TWOOOO!


KICKOUT!


Keeping the pressure on, Dom gets to his feet and turns the HKW Hall of Famer to his side. He connects with three swift kicks right to Vialpando’s back and then goes to lock in a half crab, but Emilio uses his other leg to kick Harter away! He lands on kick straight to Harter’s face that stuns him enough to push him into the corner behind him.

Vialpando pops up to his feet and charges right at Harter, but Harter uses Emilio’s own momentum against him and executes an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Emilio crashing to the outside of the ring, right in front of the commentators table.

FELICITY BANKS: Jesus Christ! Come on Emilio! Stop playing games.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t think he’s playing games! Harter simply seems one step ahead.

FELICITY BANKS: Stop using my lines, Mason.

JACK WARREN: Yeah, Mason. Shut up.

Harter rolls out of the ring and stares right at the HKW World championship on the commentator's table. This gets a scowl from Felicity as she watches Harter move toward Vialpando and pull him up to his feet.

ONE!

The referee starts his ten count, but this doesn’t stop Harter from continuing with his plan.

He sets Emilio up for a snap suplex, but Emilio wedges his foot in between Dom’s legs to block before delivering a brainbuster right to the floor!

TWO!

With Dom out cold, Emilio takes a second to collect himself and then moves to the apron.

THREE!

Instead of going inside the ring, Emilio simply turns his head back to measure Dom up and then delivers his patented apron Phoenix Splash!

FOUR!

FELICITY BANKS: There we go!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!


Clutching at his midsection, Emilio grabs a hold of Harter’s head and rolls him back inside the ring! He follows Harter right in, and manages to hook the leg with a side press!

ONE!


TWO!!!


THRRRRRRRRR-NO!


Harter gets his shoulder, stunning the crowd and everyone else in attendance. Emilio stares out at the audience wide eyed and breathing heavily, still clutching at his midsection as he pulls himself up. Emilio steps out onto the apron and begins ascending to the top rope slowly but surely. He holds his balance and calls for the Deseando Astro, until…



The calling falcon sound stops Emilio from pressing forward, his attention now all over the place. Expecting a surprise attack from Felix, Emilio forgets about Harter long enough for Harter to scale up the corner, hoist Emilio over his shoulders for the fireman’s carry and send him crashing back inside the ring with a super samoan driver!

BRIAN MASON: My god! What move!

FELICITY BANKS: What bullshit! That stupid noise messed everything up.

JACK WARREN: Don’t act like you’ve never capitalized on a distraction, champ.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m not the one barking new year, new leaf, am I?

Like a man possessed, Harter pulls Vialpando back up and hits the Silent Machine (Impact Driver) in the center of the ring! He hooks both legs, the crowd counting along with the referee…

ONE!



TWOOOO!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… DOMMMMMM HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTER!!

“Low Self Opinion” fills the arena speakers as the ruckus New Hampshire crowd goes crazy for the Destiny Cup winner. Harter rises to his feet and the referee holds his arm up in the air, Emilio staring out toward the top of the stage with a glossy look in his eyes.

BRIAN MASON: Dom Harter has just defeated an HKW Hall of Famer! This man is on roll right now!

FELICITY BANKS: What the hell is wrong with you, Brian?! Emilio might have a concussion and all you wanna talk about is Dom Freaking Harter.

JACK WARREN: He’s heartless. The worst human ever.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m starting to realize that. I’m starting to realize a lot actually.

Felicity slams her headset down on the announce desk before she grips her championship and throws it over her shoulder. The World champion ignores Harter and the referee as she walks around the ring until she reaches the entrance ramp. Stopping there, Felicity keeps her back turned and simply raises the HKW World championship up in the air, the face of the title turned toward the ring.

Harter simply nods and says “That’ll be mine soon” as he watches Felicity proudly walk up the entrance ramp as Defiance comes to a close.

WINNER: Dom Harter via pinfall (11:21)
Edited by Sean Sands, Apr 19 2017, 12:13 PM.
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