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| Sean Sands | May 15 2017, 10:25 PM Post #1 |
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Michael Alexander defeated Hawkeye Horton in three minutes and twelve seconds. This was barely a contest, Michael showing a new found aggression since his last appearance in Hard Knox Wrestling. He defeated Horton with the Fate Zero and told the live crowd that they would see him again before the end of the night.
Edited by Sean Sands, May 15 2017, 10:25 PM.
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| Sean Sands | May 15 2017, 11:58 PM Post #11 |
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13-21 in NABA
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![]() Once the scene fades backstage Emilio Vialpando is seen sitting down on the couch hanging his head low as Tony Capone sits next to him smoking a cigar. ✦TONY CAPONE: Gesù Cristo… Capone takes a pull from the cigar and shakes his head. ✦TONY CAPONE: So that’s what it’s always been, huh? Your pops cheated on your mom with your aunt and...And nine months later Felix was brought into the world? Emilio nods. ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah...Yeah that’s been it. ✦TONY CAPONE: And it’s all true? ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: Si. I confronted mi padre after mi madre told me about it. Then...Then I confronted mi aunt about it and. Yeah...It’s all true...My life has been a complete lie. All of our lives except for those three. Knowing the truth but not telling anybody else. Capone shakes his head as he exhales the smoke. ✦TONY CAPONE: That’s one helluva thing to be holding in for so long, Serpe. One helluva thing… Tony looks over to Emilio. ✦TONY CAPONE: You could’ve told me. Emilio shakes his head. ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: No I couldn't of. I barely knew you when I found out breh. And it wasn’t just something I was gonna tell people I wasn’t close to or felt should know. Tony nods understanding. He takes another pull from the cigar and sighs. ✦TONY CAPONE: Does...Does Madisin know? ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: She does now.. ✦TONY CAPONE: What about the others? Emilio shook his head no. ✦TONY CAPONE: Gesù Cristo….Their going to be asking me a lot of questions when I go to visit them after I leave your room, Serpe. What do you want me to say? Emilio looks down at the ground. ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: Tell them….Tell them the truth. You didn’t know….I didn’t tell anyone. I..I kept it all to myself. Suddenly the door flies open and there Luis stormed in. ✦LUIS VIALPANDO: GODDAMNIT HIJO?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! THAT’S NOBODY ELSE’S BUSINESS BUT THE FAMILIA’S?! Emilio stands up to his feet as does Capone. Tony holds up his hand stopping Max and Benny from stepping in. ✦LUIS VIALPANDO: YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO GO OUT THERE AND TELL EVERYONE THAT?! ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: I had no right? Are you f***ing kidding me? I gave you a whole f***ing year to come clean?! Hell, you’ve had TWENTY YEARS to tell the f***ing truth to entire familia instead of having us live out a f***ing lie! Luis shakes his head. ✦LUIS VIALPANDO: Did you even think about the reprecushions of this, Emilio? Did you?! ✦EMILIO VIALPANDO: DID YOU?! I’m not the one that slept with mi hermano’s esposa y knocked her up. I’m not the one with a 19 year old son that I’ve kept a f***ng secrete from everyone and played uncle the entire time. F*** outta here. Did I think about the reprecushions? I set on this shit for a whole year! Did I? Luis stands there and looks around. ✦LUIS VIALPANDO: You’re going to regret this mijo. Luis starts to back up and turns around to head out. After he leaves Emilio sits back down and wipes away his tears. ✦TONY CAPONE: It’s going to be alright, Serpe. It’s going to be alright. Capone pats Emilio on the back and heads for the door. He looks over to Benny and leans in. ✦TONY CAPONE: Stay with him. I don’t want him alone. ✦BENNY: Sure thing boss. Capone nods and leaves the room with Max and Jorgo following behind as the scene fades away. ![]() The scene fades backstage as Felix has made it to Romeo’s office. He stands there in front of the door contemplating whether or not he was going to knock. He gulped and began to knock. A minute went by and the door opened as Felix was greet bed Defiance’s Assistant General Manager Shannon Elliott. ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: Mr. Vialpando, what a pleasant surprise. Felix nervously adjusts his True SAP North Atlantic Championship on his shoulder. ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: Do you guys have a moment? Shannon looks back to Romeo then back to Felix and nods. ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: C’mon in, Felix. Have a seat. Shannon steps to the side allowing for Felix to step into the office. After he enters the office Shannon closes the door and walks over to the desk. As Felix felix goes to sit down, there was Defiance’s General Manager Romeo Price taking a sip from his cup of Scotch. ✦ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Vialpando...How can we help you? Felix sits down in the chair in front of Romeo’s desk and looks at both him and Shannon. ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: I’m sure you two seen that debacle of spewed lies coming straight from the serpent’s mouth earlier tonight. Elliott and Price look at one another and nod. ✦ROMEO PRICE: Yes we seen it… ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: I don’t believe a word that he’s saying! There’s...There’s no way any of it is true! Shannon crosses his arms and sighs. ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: There’s always a possibility that it might be-- ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: NO! No there isn’t! It can’t be! Look. This...This crap can’t stand! Emilio’s actions can’t go unanswered! There must be consequences! Romeo takes a sip from his glass. ✦ROMEO PRICE: And what are you proposing we do, Mr. Vialpando. Get a DNA test to prove what Emilio has said not to be true? ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: No, I don’t need a DNA test to be proven right! I want a match! This has gone long enough! ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: After the stunt you pulled at Destiny, I think a match between the two of you is long overdue, Felix. Felix stands up to his feet and bangs his fist on the desk. ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: I SAVE DESTINY?! I SAVED THAT MATCH?! WHAT I DID WAS CERTAINLY JUSTIFIABLE? ! ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: Stealing a referee’s clothes and involving yourself in that match was far from justifiable, Mr. Vialpando. With all that has happened since that night including what happened tonight? Now that...That is justifiable. Romeo finishes his cup and sets down the cup on a coaster. He takes a moment to think and nods. ✦ROMEO PRICE: Alright Mr. Vialpando. You can have your match...At Control it will be yourself versus Emilio Vialpando in an one on one match. Felix nods. ✦FELIX VIALPANDO: Thank you. ✦ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….Don’t thank me yet. ✦SHANNON ELLIOTT: It was inevitable that this match was going to happen sooner or later. Felix looks at both men and just nods. He turns away and heads out the door. ✦ROMEO PRICE: I hope he knows what he’s getting himself into... ![]() ✦WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is your main event of the evening and scheduled for one fall! As she does, the lights in the arena die down. Soon, a deep cycle of blood red hues bathes the arena. A clank rings out against the arena. One...two...three times the clang comes through. It is the sound of a slab of metal cracking against something. It is a resonance of the approaching force. When the sound dies out, there is a brief moment of silence before the infamous countdown that so many know and dread comes through. “EINS, ZWEI, DREI, VIER, FUNF, SECHS, SIEBEN, ACHT, NOIN, AUS!” Rammstein’s “Sonne” really kicks up from there. From the back, Artemis Kaiser comes through, garbed in a black armor. It glistens dully in the red light, a momentary visualization of the constant blood flow associated with her matches. The red mark across her nose flashes slightly in the light as well. Across her shoulder, she holds a replica of the Dragonslayer sword. The large slab of metal nearly dwarfs her, but she carries it without much effort. She looks out to the audience for a moment, before planting the sword into the stage. She then starts off down the ring, stretching her neck out. ✦WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first...fighting out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada by way of Mt. Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing in at a 135 pounds...she is the GOD OF ANGER...ARTEMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS KAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISEEEEEEEEER! ✦JACK WARREN: Welp, it’s time for one of my favorite times of the night. ✦BRIAN MASON: That being? ✦JACK WARREN: I get to see what new fu--messed up way that Artemis tries to kill someone. ✦BRIAN MASON: That’s dark as hell, but you’re not entirely wrong. It’s continuously said that Artemis Kaiser is one of the most dangerous people in HKW right now, if the entire world. She collects championships and broken careers with an evil glint of her eye. However, you can’t be entirely sure that she’s going to have her way tonight. She’s facing one of the HKW greats, a hall of famer, and someone that will go all the way with her. Jason Mentez isn’t one to go quietly. ✦JACK WARREN: No, he’ll yap his mouth off with some random crap, but still try to wrestle his ass off. I sometimes want him to have another unfortunate accident. Artemis stands on the edge of the ramp, reaching up for the fasteners of the armor. It doesn’t take long for her to take it off and for stagehands to gather it. She enters the ring via ring steps, entering with a methodical air about her. When she does, she ascends the nearest turnbuckle, roaring out to the crowd. When she steps down, she takes a hold of the nearest ropes, stretching on them with a good amount of force. She then turns around, bouncing around on her feet, waiting for the match to start. 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. 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. ✦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!!! ✦BRIAN MASON: I'd like to call him the heart of HKW in some respects. He really has a diehard attitude, which makes him ready for this kind of scenario. He has the tools, he has the experience, and he's not stranger to the main event here in HKW. ✦JACK WARREN: Has he ever fought a God, though? ✦BRIAN MASON: Nah, and that's not changing today. ✦JACK WARREN: Oo, lucky that she didn't hear that. It doesn't matter, though. Mentez might want to take this beating here. It might save him from Nest. You hear that he's a cannibal? 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. Artemis steps forward, waiting for the bell to ring, but Jason puts up his finger and wags it at her. “Yo, ya got a mad chica on the way,” he says to her. Artemis takes a step back, looking grimly towards the entranceway. The wavy entrance to “Paper Planes” plays over the PA system, while green-and-blue strobes dance throughout the crowd. The camera focuses on Artemis’s annoyed expression, before she tries to return back to Jason Mentez, who is snickering to himself. The feed transitions to the entranceway as Ashlyn de Luca, the HKW Bloodlust Champion. Ashlyn doesn’t look any sort of happy, proceeding down the ramp with her eyes fixated on Artemis. ✦BRIAN MASON: I believe we’re going to be accompanied on commentary by Ashlyn de Luca. What a surprise. ✦JACK WARREN: Ah, yes, I get to see Artemis try to kill a supposed dead man and ADL’s fine ass here? Best Defiance of the Year. Ashlyn sits down next to Brian Mason, resting her championship on the top of the table, making sure that Artemis sees her stroke it. She licks her thumbs and “removes” a smudge, smirking only a little at her barb. Artemis glares at her before re-focusing entirely on Jason Mentez. Jason shifts his attention between both of them, giving the whole situation a shrug. “I’m not in this,” he murmurs before clapping his hands once. He wills the referee to ring the bell. At which, Fred Garrison calls for the match to begin. ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Jason steps to Artemis, who sees the raw difference in size. A full foot between them, alongside a weight difference of one hundred and two pounds. There’s a calmness in the crowd and in the ring. Ashlyn has the headset on, but doesn’t speak a word. Even Jack Warren is silent for a moment, before suddenly-- There’s a clash! Artemis starts to unleash a barrage of punches into Jason’s gut that forces him back. He’s a little shocked by the raw power in the punches of the tiny woman before him. Jason responds by shoving her back, but before he can take a step forward, Artemis tucks down and hits his knee with a rugby tackle. She hooks low, taking her full under his leg and bringing him to the ground. Artemis transitions into the mount, trying to pound away at Jason, but Jason’s able to easily power out. He shoves Artemis off and gets to his feet. Artemis throws a front kick to the rising man, but Jason moves his head. Suddenly, Jason’s goal becomes dodging each and every lightning fast blow that Artemis throws out. He still has yet to make it to his feet. Artemis throws a roundhouse kick that Jason catches and he throws her to the ground. When he takes a step forward, Artemis drops him with a drop toe hold before trying to secure a calf slicer. Jason pulls himself free, moving backward, but Artemis sticks to him, not giving him the chance to rise up. It’s not until Jason forces himself up by letting an uppercut guide him there that he gets to a vertical base. Artemis goes in again, but she misjudges her tackle. Jason catches her, hooking his arms around her waist. Ragdolling her up, Jason flings the God of Anger roughly into the turnbuckle, tying her into a tree of woe. He takes a breath, before running off to the opposite corner. He comes back, but he spots Artemis lifting herself up. He runs in after affirming Artemis’s position. Flipping off with a backflip, Artemis gets behind Jason and tries for a dropkick to his back. Jason takes it and moves forward. When Artemis gets up, she catches a back kick that she only narrows blocks with her forearms. It has enough force to plunge her into the mat. Jason turns on a heel and sprints in, catching the rising woman with a knee. It breaks her guard and Jason sees a chance to pepper Artemis with a few quick jabs. He tries to chop her down with a hard right, but Artemis ducks underneath, catching him with a quick blow to the side. Jason doesn’t buckle, merely turning to meet her. Artemis starts to dart around him, gauging how fast he can move around. She manages to gain a speed advantage and starts to throw sampling kicks to soften up his legs. Jason checks a few, but has to readjust to the quick pace they’re coming in at. Jason checks one kick before managing to close the gap and push Artemis towards the ropes. He grabs her and irish whips her off. He ducks underneath her return, but she slides out of the ring. When Jason gets back up, he doesn’t spot Artemis. He catches her rushing back in, but avoids a Falcon Punch! Her whiffing the damaging blow leaves her open. He takes her into his grasp, hooking in a full nelson, but Artemis fights against it, slipping one arm out. Jason transitions and tries for a half-nelson suplex instead. He lifts but Artemis tucks in, trying for a victory roll pin. Jason follows through, rolling with her to get to a superior position. Once he has Artemis caught, he sends her over with a German Suplex, but Artemis lands on her feet. She stumbles back, but goes right back on the offensive. Jason turns around with a wide grin, while Artemis meets him with a hostile expression. She stops her in-step, seeing a swing come full out. Jason retracts his arm quickly, grinning at Artemis. He lowers one hand, giving her the classic Bruce Lee motion. “Come on.” Right then, the atmosphere comes back into play. There were gasps and brief cheers, but everyone seemed to be blown away by the fast-paced counterplay that the two competitors just had. ✦BRIAN MASON: Wow, uh-- ✦JACK WARREN: … ✦BRIAN MASON: It’s like they have been fighting each other for years. ✦JACK WARREN: That’s...lame. Jason further beckons Artemis on, who steps forward slowly. She feigns a punch, but Jason doesn’t fall for it. But when he advances in to take advantage, he catches a quick blow to the face. He takes a step back, but goes in with his own. The match starts to break down into a full on slug fest from both. Artemis starts to take control as she evades the blows literally raining down, using her height as an actual advantage. One two. One two. One two--hook to the ribs. Jason steps back and mushes Artemis back, but catches a kick to the side, which starts to topple him over. Artemis tries for a rising knee, but Jason shoves her down and kicks her dead in the mouth. Artemis falls back and Jason follows up by hitting a shining wizard! He goes for the cover. ONE! KICKOUT! ✦BRIAN MASON: The shining wizard finally stopped the, uh, honey badger like mannerisms of Artemis Kaiser. ✦JACK WARREN: He has to be careful, though. Artemis and her ten million different styles are all made to mess him up. With those injuries, he doesn’t need add a concussion to it. ✦BRIAN MASON: You’ve been silent, Ashlyn, care to give some thoughts on the matter? ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: No, I'm good. Jason, finally able to cut loose, strikes away at Artemis with darting rights and lefts that throws the God of Anger all around. Laughing the whole way, Jason winds up his arm and cracks Artemis with a dramatic, but effective uppercut. Artemis hits the mat, but bounces back up with a kip-up. Jason tilts his head, while Artemis stumbles a little bit. He wags his finger and takes Artemis’s head into his hands. Tenderly, he rocks her around before hitting her with Head Trauma. The headbutt echoes over the arena and Jason lets go of Artemis. Artemis waddles a little, much to Jason’s content. He gets up close, but suddenly-- STOCKTON SLAP! Jason reels back as spit flies onto the mat. Artemis swings her all in a slicing kick to the front of Jason’s legs, forcing him to fall face first into the mat. Artemis steps forward, showing that a thin line of blood started to crawl down her face. ✦BRIAN MASON: And blood has been shed on Artemis’s side. ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: Hm… Artemis checks the blood, and starts to fall to the mat, disoriented. She peers up to see Ashlyn de Luca’s piercing glare. Artemis nonchalantly flips her off before turning back to Jason, who has begun to rise. The camera catches him, checking his teeth. “I hope she ain’t f**k up my smile,” he says, before grabbing the nearest ropes. Artemis creeps over, kicking him in the chest with a loud echo following. It makes the crowd gasp. Artemis continues to unleash these kicks before Jason stands up straight. Artemis takes a moment to gaze at Jason, who merely rubs his chest. He tells Artemis to try again, which she does--or so he thinks. She drops her leg and gives him a gentle pat on the chest, which sparks Jason to crack her in the face with an open hand slap of his own. Artemis reels back, and responds with a STOCKTON SLAP. Jason responds with his own. STOCKTON SLAP. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jason starts to overpower Artemis...in a way. He presses forward, rapidly patting Artemis’s face, if only to taunt her. Artemis growls and tries for a lunging blow, but Jason ducks down and trucks her with a shoulder block. She falls into the ropes and comes back into a flying clothesline! Jason gets to his feet, shaking his head. He nods before going back to Artemis. He lifts her up and sends her back down with a Fisherman’s Suplex, retaining a bridge. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jason gets back up, kicking Artemis gingerly in the small of her back. He starts to exit the ring, and reaches in to take Artemis. He holds her bridal style while she tries to recover. With a shrug, he throws her into the steel steps, not caring how she hits them. Artemis hits them roughly and plops onto the ground. Jason takes the time to ask a fan if his smile was still there. When the fan confirms that it’s in tact, he thanks them and goes to get a weapon. In this case, he pulls out a kendo stick. He throws it into the ring and starts to go to Artemis, who is crawling up the steel steps, panting. Jason stands on the ring apron, preparing himself for Artemis to get up. ✦BRIAN MASON: What could he be going for here? ✦JACK WARREN: Something dumb, I suppose. When Artemis gets all the way up, Jason rushes forward to try for something, but Artemis dashes any of his hopes by pulling the ring apron forward, causing him to slip into it. ✦JACK WARREN: See?! I was right, as per usual! Once trapped, Jason finds himself only able to slightly block the Enter the Dragon Kick from Artemis. Jason slumps deeper into the ring apron, while Artemis starts to recover on the ground. Once able, she scours under the ring and produces a steel chair. Jason looks over to see the steel chair flying at his head. He puts up another late guard in order to prevent a full shot, but it rocks him. Artemis takes her time climbing the steps, before looking out to the audience. ✦BRIAN MASON: Oh god. Artemis squats once. ✦BRIAN MASON: She can’t be thinking. And with reckless abandon, Artemis leaps off and delivers a resounding chair shot down onto the head of the Pillar of HKW! The crowd sharply responds to the gesture, some fans actually covering their eyes for the impact. It doesn’t prevent them from experiencing the sharp noise. ✦BRIAN MASON: She might have just-- ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: … ✦JACK WARREN: KILLED THAT MAN? HELL YEAH! Jack’s uncontrollable laughter only offsets the audience’s pained expression as Jason collapses and shrouds himself underneath the ring. Artemis reaches down and pulls his arm out, starting to drag him out. It takes a moment and a lot of effort, but she manages to get Jason up and into the ring. She grins madly at the audience, and then at Ashlyn before raising Jason’s head. Blood pours from the back of his head, which she presents to the referee. He nods slowly, which prompts Artemis to go for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT?! ✦JACK WARREN: WAIT, WHAT?! Artemis, along with Jack and some of the audience, are in shock of Jason getting the shoulder up, though Ashlyn De Luca wears a small smirk. The God of Anger gets to her feet and checks around. She goes over to the kendo stick and picks it up. She then starts to beat Jason’s body with it. Each strike seems more vicious than before, but she finds herself weaponless after a few good strikes. She glares at the broken stick and hurls it out of the ring, not caring about who it may hit. She starts for the outside, heading for the timekeeper’s area. Once she does, Ashlyn stands up to meet her. Artemis glares at her for a moment, before remembering that she had some damage to dish out. ✦JACK WARREN: Hey, Ashlyn, you could’ve clocked her when she had her back turned. The Man encourages this strategy. ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: I’m not that handsy, Jack. Artemis takes a chair and heads back for the ring. She mocks Ashlyn by “firing a gun” at her. When she ascends the rope to get back in, she doesn’t expect to see a boot flying to her face. Not remembering one crucial detail, Artemis blocks the boot with the chair in her hand. The metal collides with her face and she makes the painful descent down to the ground, holding her face for a moment. Jason roars out to the audience, showing that he is full of life. He exits the ring and picks up the chair. Artemis has gotten to her feet, trying to gain distance, but still covers her face. Jason runs forward and hits in the back with the chair, forcing Artemis to the ground. He starts to beat her senseless with the chair until the chair bends upward and Jason discards it. He picks Artemis up easily and sends her back into the ring. Artemis tries to crawl away, but Jason picks her up and into the fireman’s carry. Looking out to the audience, he nods. ✦BRIAN MASON: Break Windshields! That might be it! ✦JACK WARREN: It better not be! Artemis hasn’t killed that bastard yet! He plants Artemis with the spinebuster and hooks the legs. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: Mmm. Look at her. Jason gets up, laughing at the kicking out. He leans on the ropes, asking himself what kind of demon did he get in the ring with tonight. Just shaking his head, he turns around to find Artemis crawling and shoving herself out of the ring. Jason licks his lips, getting some of his own blood in his mouth. He leaves the ring again, looping around to slap some of the fans’ hands. He approaches where Artemis fled, near the commentary table. ✦JACK WARREN: Nah, don’t bring your crazy ass over here, man. ✦ASHLYN DE LUCA: Bring it over here. ✦BRIAN MASON: I don’t think you can stop him, Jack. ✦JACK WARREN: What was that? The Man can’t stop Jason Mentez? Whatever, I’m more vicious than that street lamp that he hit. Jason gets into a crouched position, waiting for Artemis to go. He reaches down and presses on his boot, signaling for a punt. Once Artemis is up enough, he takes off. ✦BRIAN MASON: And he’s about to take her head off! Ashlyn gets to her feet. ✦JACK WARREN: ONCE AGAIN, I’M RIGHT! ARTEMIS CRACKS JASON WITH THE BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP! The crowd jeers loudly as Artemis hovers over Jason. Ashlyn steps forward, getting close to Artemis. Artemis turns around and kicks Ashlyn back towards her seat, but mostly into the barricade there. She throws the belt down on her and spits on her just to add insult to injury. She sends Jason back into the ring and starts to drag him to his feet. She gives him a light shove and twirls on her heel, before blasting Jason with potentially the hardest First Crusade yet! It hit so hard that Artemis herself fell to the ground with Jason. She holds her elbow as she goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT AGAIN?! Artemis’s expression is near priceless, a blank expression of annoyance. Instead of raging, she raises Jason up and gives him a hard stomp on the back of the head. ✦BRIAN MASON: FIFTH CRUSADE! Jason hits the mat again and Artemis reels, holding her elbow. She goes for the cover again. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Artemis gets up with a roar this time, now fully snapped. She mounts Jason, who is still rocked from the two consecutive elbows and the championship shot. With a violent scream, she starts to beat Jason in the face repeatedly with pinpoint punches, not stopping until Jason throws up his head and cracks her in the nose. Artemis falls onto her back, rolling about. Jason crawls to his feet, holding his sides as he wheezed. He takes Artemis up, roughly dragging her in for the M Train! ✦JACK WARREN: A swing and a miss! Artemis ducks under! She turns around, trying for a sloppy version of the Third Crusade, but as she spins the elbow, Jason ducks himself. SUDDENLY, HE CONNECTS WITH NEW YORK MINUTE! The fans unglue at the spontaneous move. Jason himself isn’t too sure how he hit it, but he goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! KICKOUT?! The crowd cannot help but lose it. ✦BRIAN MASON: SHE KICKED OUT?! I THOUGHT THAT WAS THREE! ✦JACK WARREN: THE GOD OF ANGER AIN’T DONE WITH HIS ASS YET! Jason looks around aimlessly, searching for an answer. He looks down at Artemis, who hasn’t moved since kicking out. He drags his hand down his face and laughs loudly. “THIS IS FUN!” he yells out, clapping his hands. He gets up and brings Artemis to her feet. The God of Anger stumbles, her face entirely stained with blood. She throws an instinctive blow that makes Jason back off. Jason throws one himself, but Artemis hits him in the solar plexus with a front kick. Jason loses all his breath, and Artemis grabs onto his arm. She tries to hold onto him, trying to draw him into the potent Second Crusade! She drags him back, yelling out as loud as she could. “JUST DIE ALREADY!” ✦JACK WARREN: That’s what I’m saying! When the elbow comes out, it stuns the whole audience. And Artemis too. Because it wasn’t her elbow that hit. It was Jason’s. ✦BRIAN MASON: M TRAIN! M TRAIN! ✦JACK WARREN: WHAT THE HELL?! In a consecutive motion, Jason pulls Artemis in! ✦BRIAN MASON: Q CRIPPLE! THAT GOTTA BE IT! If it isn’t, then Artemis is really a damn demon. We gonna need an exorcist or some mess to put this bitch down! ✦JACK WARREN: Then call the FREAKING POPE THEN! Ashlyn de Luca has since returned to her seat, holding her championship close to her. She watches the move plant Artemis to the ground. Jason keeps the move together. ONE! TWO! THREE! IT’S OVER! AND THE CROWD GOES NUTS!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! ✦WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner by pinfall, JASOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON MEEEEEENNNNNNTEEEEEEZZZZ! “Beware” starts up, but it’s barely heard over the roar of the fans. Jason starts to get his feet, slowly, but surely. He looks at Artemis and shakes his head in disbelief. He then mouths something to himself, something among the lines of how tough the match was. He gets his arm raised and gives the audience a salute. ✦BRIAN MASON: It took just about everything in the tank for Jason to get the win here tonight. I have to say, Artemis brought her very best here tonight, but it just wasn’t enough to shut down HKW’s beating heart. Congratulations to Jason Mentez here tonight! ✦JACK WARREN: Shut the...hell up, Mason, I ought to--wait, huh? As Jason leaves, he doesn’t notice what transpires in the ring. He continues on backstage as the camera shifts back to Artemis getting up. Blood drains from her face. She gets a few cheers for her raw performance, but she hardly hears them (or probably cares for that matter). She leans on the nearest ropes, trying to prop herself up. CLANG! The mangled steel chair from earlier in the evening is driven at full-force into Artemis Kaiser's back! Artemis falls to her knees against the ropes and the audience roars as Ashlyn De Luca stands behind her, shaking her head, muttering beneath her breath. She raises the chair above her head and brings it down across Kaiser's back a second time... third... fourth... fifth... sixth... seventh... eighth before casting the now-useless chair aside with the audience now reaching a fever pitch. ✦JACK WARREN: Look at her go! I don't know how to feel! ✦BRIAN MASON: I feel like we need to get some more bodies out here to break this up before someone gets seriously hurt. Ashlyn is beside herself, pacing back and forth behind Kaiser as if contemplating what to do next as Artemis begins to crawl toward the ropes. Ashlyn slides out of the ring, shoving past the referee toward her Bloodlust Championship belt which lies a few feet from the ring. Ashlyn hoists it up and turns back toward Artemis Kaiser with a glare. ✦BRIAN MASON: Look. I get that Ashlyn wants revenge but she already has her match. This is not the way to-- Ashlyn sprints forward, driving the Bloodlust Championship off of the skull of Kaiser! The audience roars again and Kaiser goes limp, face resting against the bottom rope. Ashlyn places the title on the apron, running a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath... before she bends down, reaching beneath the ring for a second steel chair! ✦JACK WARREN: My heart! I still don’t know how to feel! Boos resonate throughout the arena as security rushes the ring. Ashlyn slides back inside, raising the chair, but pauses as three security guards surround the ring, warning her off. Ashlyn ignores them, driving the chair down across Artemis Kaiser’s spine! A bald-headed member of security enters the ring as Ashlyn lifts the chair… ...and seamlessly pivots, turning to swing the chair into his skull! A second security guard enters, but ducks out of harm’s way before meeting the same fate! ✦JACK WARREN: She’s going for the lawsuit, Mason! She doesn’t even care anymore! Ashlyn sits the chair up in the ring as if ready to sit in it. She drags Artemis Kaiser up to her knees by the hair. The groggy Artemis swings at Ashlyn as she begins to come to. Ashlyn steps backwards, up onto the folding chair… before leaping up and bringing Kaiser down face-first across the seat of the chair with the Sitout Facebuster! ✦BRIAN MASON: FLYLEAF INTO THE CHAIR! ✦JACK WARREN: After everything Artemis has already been through! Man… MASON, TELL ME HOW TO FEEL! Ashlyn De Luca kneels beside Artemis Kaiser for a few moments, breathing heavily as she looks down at the bloodied challenger to her championship. Another member of security has reached the ring, yelling for Ashlyn to exit. Ashlyn slowly rises to her feet… ✦JACK WARREN: Now what?! ...and Ashlyn picks the dead weight of Artemis Kaiser up, forcing her through the ropes and to the outside of the ring! Artemis hits the apron before falling to the floor and Ashlyn yanks her up by the hair, before delivering a second Sitout Facebuster, this time on the outside of the ring! She reaches onto the apron, grabbing her title and hoisting it above her head as she glares down at Kaiser, audience deafening behind her, though there are clearly detractors. ✦BRIAN MASON: The champ reached her breaking point! ✦JACK WARREN: Christ, so has Artemis. She didn’t deserve all that! She gave us a classic, damnit! Ashlyn continues to stare down at Artemis, but is finally led away by security as “Paper Planes” hits the PA. Officials surround Artemis, checking on the barely-conscious competitor as Ashlyn finally turns, walking up the ramp, still showing her own battle wounds from the evening. WINNER: Jason Mentez via pinfall (22:32) Edited by Sean Sands, May 16 2017, 12:00 AM.
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| Sean Sands | May 16 2017, 12:03 AM Post #12 |
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13-21 in NABA
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![]() ![]() Upon the stage, a plume of smoke starts to gather. The arena is baptized in darkness, with only the light illuminating the collection of smoke to give the fans any indication that someone was coming out. The light guitar strums of “Stop Me” break the silence of the anticipating crowd, giving a sense of mysticism to the whole affair. ✦JACK WARREN: And here comes the champ! Stepping onto the stage, Felicity Banks stands resolute. Clutched in her hand, hanging by only its strap, the camera catches the HKW World Championship. Felicity doesn’t offer the same lively mannerisms as she has done before. Instead, her eyes narrow as the smoke tickles her skin. The strobing white light hesitantly lights her calm features. She raises her championship only a degree to give it a glance. She cracks her jaw before lowering it once more. When the guitar picks up and the vocals intensify, Felicity takes her first steps down the ramp. Her hazel eyes brightened by the sweeping light stay narrowed. She doesn’t respond to the pleasantries of the crowd, continuing her serious trek. She radiates intensity and graveness while she casually drags her championship’s strap against the ground. She stops momentarily, hearing the call of the announcer come through the PA. ✦WHISPER VIPERI: Joining us now... she is the SUPREMAAAAAAAAH and the HKW WORLD CHAMPION...FELICITTTTTTTTTY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS! Felicity ascends the nearest turnbuckle, having reached the ring apron and properly climbed it. Standing there, she scans the audience finally. Capturing the stillness of the arena in the spectacle of her presence, she raises her championship high into the air. The lights cascade faster, only to capitalize her status as the crowned best. She climbs methodically back down the turnbuckle, grabbing a microphone from Whisper Viperi. ✦FELICITY BANKS: Ever since I’ve won this here HKW World championship, I’ve seen nothing but people show their true colors. People who are supposed to be friends are telling me to watch my back; I’ve become forced to do something I didn’t want do. ✦CROWD: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out! Obviously speaking Felicity recent “deals” made with Time Warner, Felicity can’t help but her rolls her eyes at the chants. ✦FELICITY BANKS: Sold out? No, never! What I did was make the right business decision for me, my career, and my family! What you guys don’t understand is--- She stops, glaring at the newest part of her sleeve; Rush’s footprints. ✦FELICITY BANKS: --- Everything isn’t about Felicity Banks anymore. It’s about making sure that my son doesn’t have to live this life where we nearly kill each other every other day to make a comfortable living. Hell, some people in HKW get paid next to nothing because that’s exactly what they’re worth. She takes a step forward and wraps her HKW World championship around the top rope so it hands with the center plate facing the audience. ✦FELICITY BANKS: Me? I’m worth more than half of what this promotion is worth and it’s about f****** time I start getting paid like it! It’s time I start getting treated like it! I want a statue of me and Emilio Vialpando outside of the HKW Training Facility in Philadelphia! I want my own personal commentator for my matches! She turns to look at the announce the desk. ✦FELICITY BANKS: I haven’t decided which one of you two are going yet, but I’ll give you guys until Control to figure that out! But most importantly of all! I want the Defiance after Control to be known as the first annual Felicity Banks celebration day! The crowd gives Felicity her usual reaction. A good amount of cheers, but a solid arena filled with boos. The polarizing figure looks to to continue until… TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAME! MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! She’s interrupted, however, as Motorhead’s “The Game” begins to play throughout the Wells Fargo Arena. The crowd immediately begin booing louder than before, with loud chants of “ASSHOLE” being heard through the deafening downpour as Jinzai and his masked accomplice step out onto the stage. ✦JINZAI: You wanna know what I want, Felly? Better yet, what WE -. Jinzai motions between himself and his masked accomplice. ✦JINZAI: - Want? We wanna be assured that the suits and assclowns that are sitting in their little offices, making money off the backs of the people who BUILT this fucking company from the ground up into what it is today don’t screw us. The boos only grow louder as Jinzai keeps his eyes locked on Felicity while continuing to speek. ✦JINZAI: I wanna make sure that the same people trying to figure out how to slot one of the snot nosed little pukes from Rise or some past his prime, on the decline “name” into my spot realizes that they’re NEVER gonna replace me. I was hoping my wrestling family would understand - that YOU would understand when I came out here weeks ago and warned you. When I warned them, But then you all went and disappointed me. Jinzai gave a sneer of disgust as he looks up at Felicity as he comes to a stop halfway down the ramp. ✦JINZAI: But those sheeple backstage didn’t cut as deeply as you, Fel. Making backroom deals to save your own ass, trying to buddy up with the SAME. F******. PEOPLE who until I put your contract situation out for the world to see on national television didn’t even have it written down on a notepad to take a meeting with you and MAYBE give out an extension? And having the nerve to try and say you’re doing this all for US? What happened to that, Fel? Where’s the safety net for the rest of us? ✦JINZAI: I should be upset and furious, but I’m just… disappointed. Disappointed in you, and disappointed in me for buying into that lie you said a few minutes ago about it being more than just you. But you know what Fel? Ya inspired me. Starting right now? I’m gonna do what’s best for me. And do you wanna know what’s best for me right now…? Instead of answering, Jinzai drops the mic as his glare turns cold while he and his accomplice stand imposingly in front of the ring. The pair of them slowly make their way down the aisle as the World Champion continues staring at them from a distance; she prepares herself for the attack she knows is coming as Jinzai turns right at the bottom of the ramp, while his masked accomplice turns left. Suddenly Fel finds herself surrounded. ✦BRIAN MASON: Things aren’t looking good for the SUPREEEEEEMAH right now. Jinzai and the masked man who attacked Dom Harter two weeks ago are here, and they look like they mean business. ✦JACK WARREN: Way to understate things, Mase. If this was anyone other than Felicity Banks I’d say she was f****d, but maybe…. Jinzai leaps up onto the apron, but manages to dive back down before Fel can connect with the running knee strike to the face. The masked accomplice slides into the ring behind the World champion and spins her around, nailing Fel with a couple of hard rights to the face. The third shot is ducked though, and Fel counters with a spin kick to the midsection. She has the masked accomplice doubled over as Jinzai slides into the ring; he catches the World champion by surprise with a Yakuza kick, and the pair of them pounce. ✦BRIAN MASON: Somebody needs to do something before we’re picking up a Felicity Banks shaped lump off that canvas. The masked accomplice continues stomping at the prone Felicity Banks as Jinzai swaggers around the ring, taunting the fans as he shouts. ✦JINZAI: This is your champion! This is who represents you! Jinzai instructs his accomplice to pick Fel up. He does so, dragging the World champion up by the hair before doubling Banks over with a boot to the gut. He lifts her up high for a powerbomb - NO! Fel starts fighting back, drilling the masked accomplice with some hard rights to the face. Out of desperation, Fel grabs at the mask and manages to pull it right off in one fell swoop! ✦BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! It’s Jaxon Queen! The masked man is Jaxon Queen, and he’s in cahoots with Jinzai! ✦JACK WARREN: The Man doesn’t get surprised very often, Mase, but GODDAMN! I didn’t see this one coming! The shock of seeing Jaxon is enough to give Fel pause for a moment, and that’s all Jaxon needs to regain control; he hits the turnbuckle powerbomb, sending the Supreme back first into the turnbuckle as Fel collapses to the mat. Again, the pair of Jaxon and Jinzai pounce, stomping away at Fel, when the crowd suddenly start to cheer. ✦BRIAN MASON: Here comes the cavalry! ‘The Bastard of Bowland’ sprints down the aisle, sliding into the ring in one swift motion; he goes right for Jaxon, basically ignoring Jinzai, taking the Dynasty champion down with a double leg takedown before unloading with punches to the face! The crowd continue cheering as Jackie and Jaxon roll out under the bottom rope, trading shots until Jackie hits a three punch combo and clothesline Jaxon over the guard rail and into the crowd. ✦BRIAN MASON: Jackie Fowler helping out the World champion here. ✦JACK WARREN: Helping out? He’s left Jinzai alone with her, and she’s basically defenseless right now, Mase. Fowler follows his foe over the railing; the pair of them continue trading blows as they make their way through the crowd while, back in the ring, Jinzai has a chair on the mat as he waits for Fel to get back up. Struggling, clutching her back after that turnbuckle powerbomb, Fel does manage to stand back up as Jinzai jumps up, drilling the champion with a Jinzai Cutter onto the chair! The crowd boo again, louder than before, as Jinzai picks up the HKW World Championship; a smirk on his face as he looks down at the belt in his hand. ✦BRIAN MASON: Is that what we’re going to see at Control, Jack? Could Jinzai become the new HKW World Champion? ✦JACK WARREN: I don-- But Jack’s interrupted by the cheers of the crowd! ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ himself is sprinting down the aisle; Jinzai turns around in time to see Dom Harter sliding into the ring, but he’s not ready for the lariat that follows! Jinzai gets turned inside out, but stands back up almost instinctively as Harter catches him with some forearm shots to the face. He backs Jinzai against the ropes and goes for an Irish whip - NO! Jinzai holds onto the far set of ropes to stop himself, before rolling out under the bottom rope. ✦DOM HARTER: Get back in here! He can be heard shouting from inside the ring. Harter grabs the chair from off the mat and holds it ready to strike … so Jinzai thinks better of it. The crowd booing as Jinzai backs away, not wanting to get involved with a chair wielding Dom Harter tonight. He manages to get half way up the aisle before, back in the ring, Felicity Banks begins to get back to her feet. ✦BRIAN MASON: Look out Dom, she’s behind you. The crowd’s reaction alerts Dom to the stirring behind him and he spins, chair still in hand, to find himself face to face with the World champion. Fel braces herself for another fight, holding her head with one hand after that Jinzai Cutter … but Dom drops the chair and picks up the title belt instead. ✦JACK WARREN: What’s he doing here, Mase? Felicity watches on curiously as Harter walks over to her with the World title in hand - he takes a good look at it, that crooked grin plastered on his face as he hands it back to her. Felicity snatches it from him before standing toe-to-toe with Harter; the cameraman moves in close so he can pick up the conversation between the two of them. ✦FELICITY BANKS: ...you didn’t attack me. ✦DOM HARTER: An eye for an eye, and the whole world goes blind, champ… Harter slaps her on the shoulder before turning to leave. “Low Self Opinion” begins playing as Dom steps out of the ring, that same crooked grin plastered on his face. At the top of the aisle Jinzai is watching on with a scowl on his face while, in the ring, Felicity Banks is holding her HKW World title tightly to her chest, knowing full well that this could’ve ended very differently to close the show.
Edited by Sean Sands, May 16 2017, 12:03 AM.
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