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Subversion 26 Aftermath
Topic Started: Jun 26 2017, 07:56 PM (451 Views)
Leon Kaiser
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after SubVersion goes off the air only on Evolve! Watch as the action from SubVersion spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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As the scene opens up in the parking lot, the Reapers In Pride are seen hanging out laughing amongst one another. Lance stands in the middle with his hands on his hips giggling. Reese Spencer was seen bent over facing something with her make-up in hand. Everyone laughs as she stands up straight.

Reese Spencer
There, now he’s all pretty.

Reese steps out of the way revealing Brent Berstin covered in make up and everyone busts out laughing especially the President, Lance Winters. He then hops over and straddles himself on Berstin’s lap.

Lance Winters
YOU’RE SO freaking pretty I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO MAKE some money off OF YA?!

Winters says as he grabs his cheeks chugging on them.

Brent Berstin
This is not funny at all guys.

Brent says as he digs in his grey slacks pocket. He pulls out his phone and immediately goes to the camera.

Brent Berstin
I hate this so much. What in the hell did I do to deserve this? You know, if I wasn't so shook right now I would… i would…

Brent just shuts up and begins wiping at his face.

Brent Berstin
I would really…

Brent pauses once more as he spots an angered Chanson Webster.

Brent Berstin
Oh look who it is.

Brent laughs along with the Reapers in Pride as Chanson steps up to them. He looks at Brent confused, lost, and wondering why his face is covered in make up. He just shakes his head before grabbing Lance by the arm and out of Brent’s lap.

Chanson Webster
The fudge is wrong witchu brah? You cost me a shot at the Global medal tonight. Just because I show up during your bout that doesn't mean show up during mines… but to top that off you show up with this fag right here.

Chanson stares a hole into Brent who fans his hand toward Chanson while continuing to wipe his face. Lance giggles and leans forward placing his forehead on Chanson’s while laughing. He then takes a couple steps away and shrugs his shoulders.

Lance Winters
What’s the MATTER WALLZ? I thought YOU’D BE HAPPY TO SEE we FOUND YOUR LOST PUPPY.

He looks over to Brent and winks over at him as the other Reapers laugh.

Lance Winters
BESIDES you can’t BE HAVING SOME DOUBLE STANDARDS, Chanson. We have to LIVE IN A FAIR world, right? Besidessssss, you wasn’t gonna win that match anyways.

Winters pouts.

Lance Winters
I like to think THAT I HELPED you out. AND NOW YOU’RE ALL anngggrrrryyy. Stop it BUDDY.

Chanson snarls before slightly cutting his eyes.

Chanson Webster
We’re not buddies, brah. You didn't help me out in any way or form too. All you did was make things harder for yourself...and this so called lost puppy. You’re really pushing me to the edge bihh… and you too.

Chanson looked at Brent and shook his head.

Chanson Webster
Fudge being fair brah. How can you even talk about being fair? When has Lance Winters ever been fair? Please let me know. You wanna get at me this bad over some AG3 shiz. She’s injured so fudging be it. She will be alright, but you, you wont be when I’m through witchu.

The smile from Lance’s face fades away.

Lance Winters
Now...now...I’m as fair as they come, Chanson. I’m a man of my word, and I always keep it when I say I’m gonna do something.

He steps towards Webster staring at him.

Lance Winters
When I say I protect my own...I do. You hurt Alexis. I hurt you. See? Fair. You intervene in my match? I intervene in yours. AND THE WHOLE WORLD continues to go round, and round, and round and round.

Lance points over at Brent.

Lance Winters
You should be glad THIS LITTLE piece of shit didn’t out you when I FOUND him. Hell, you’re lucky I found him instead of ME FINDING YOU. Things could’ve gotten real bad for you son. And you wouldn’t have anybody but this pretty bitch over here to come pick up the scraps and help try and save you from WALKING THROUGH them pearly gates.

Winters smirks.

Lance Winters
He’s loyal to you...Exactly like I’m loyal to all of them.

He points around to those in his charter and the local Chicago RIP charter.

Lance Winters
Now...I’m gonna let you and ol Pretty Brent walk out of here. You have my word that nobody is gonna lay a finger on you.

Chanson grabs Brent by the arm and yanks him to his feet.

Chanson Webster
Ain’t nobody gone touch me out here brah. I’ll throw hands with all y’all niddahs.

Chanson steps up to Lance and looks him up and down.

Brent Berstin
Can we just go now?

Chanson Webster
Shut up Brent.

Chanson turns back to Lance.

Chanson Webster
I’ll be seeing you around brah.

Chanson turns around and grabs Brent by the arms. They walk away with Brent looking over his shoulder making sure the Reapers don't make a move.
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The footage cuts back to the elegant and lavish dressing room of Lady Magdalena, the red and blue lights dimmed to suit her mood. She sits in front of her dressing table, now clad in a gorgeous gown of midnight, a veil peeled back over her raven curls as she reapplies her makeup. It is quite clear that she has been crying, though she attempts to cover it up with makeup. She hasn’t spotted the camera, which seems lucky for whoever is filming, and the clearly distraught French Woman tries to mask her sorrow.

LADY MAGDALENA: Encule toi Salaud.

She utters, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, putting the finishing touches to her disguise.

LADY MAGDALENA: C’est vraiment des conneries!

She states, covering her face with the veil and pacing towards the door, dragging her luggage along with her. As she exits the room, she finds her manager Bobby B. Barabbas waiting for her. She rolls her eyes as she sees him

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: My Lady…

Magdalena pauses, ensuring her elfin face is shrouded by the veil, shrouding her emotions as her fists clenched, Barabbas bowed obediently, attempting a smile as he tried to bring news of blessings to the former two time Hybrid Champion. He took her by the hands, staring down into her eyes as he spoke with the smoothness of finest silk

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: As promised, I have been consulting with the Board of Directors about arranging another remat--

She pushed his hands away, startling him as he took a step back. Her sobs were obvious, as was her anger as she spoke calmly, but with the slightest hint of venom on her tongue.

LADY MAGDALENA: Sir Robert, what did I make quite firm and clear when you first mentioned this to me an hour ago?

The comment seemed to take Barabbas off guard, holding paperwork in his hand as he tilted his head in confusion.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: My Lady?

LADY MAGDALENA: No rematch!

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: But...

Barabbas looked bewildered, looking back to the paperwork in his hand.

LADY MAGDALENA: No! I expressly forbid it. What occurred, occurred. I was beaten. Beaten. By his doing or my own undoing, but I did not triumph and he did. There was no wrongdoing, or treachery or controversy, it simply was. And he deserved it and I do not deserve a rematch.

Lady began to grow more emotional, tearing the veil away then slapping the documents out of her manager’s hand.

LADY MAGDALENA: I-I have spent an entire year chasing that title, the title that I thought would be the defining point of my career. I put my every thought, and all your schemes into it. All of them.

She shakes her head, tears welling up as she brushes her hair back with her fingers, seemingly beginning to break.

LADY MAGDALENA: And it wasn’t enough.

She repeats this line a few more times, Bobby, looking generally concerned for once, tries to console her but is pushed away.

LADY MAGDALENA: The first match, after it that is… I agreed with you. I was not ready for that change. I was not expecting that change. Kenshin being thrown into the title picture was something that nobody could predict, and whether he was involved in that attack or not, it is irrelevant. I gave my all, I was not prepared. You know my routine, how much thought I put into each and every contest that I have, how much I study my opponent’s every move. Heh… I spent so much time ensuring that I would truly embarrass Sullivan, that when he appeared I was completely thrown off.

The sorrow switches to deep anger and resentment, The Black Swan rubbing her forehead as she began to pace about.

LADY MAGDALENA: For that, the rematch was warranted, contract terms or not. But this match, this one I was prepared. For this one I was more than ready. I gave everything. Everything! And one thing cost me, one tiny little slip and I knew… I knew as soon as it happened. And so did you.

Those eyes of her stab Barabbas right in the heart, referring to the moment that he turned away when she looked at him during the match, right before the final killing blow.

LADY MAGDALENA: And here he was, the man who has supported me since day one in Hard Knox Wrestling. Who has negotiated my deals, who has supported from ringside, who has been my absolute rock all the toil and turmoil.

She squared right up to him now, towering over him in her never ending heels.

LADY MAGDALENA: And you couldn’t even watch as I fell.

Barabbas’ eyes closed for a second, before he bowed his head before his prized client.

LADY MAGDALENA: And so the rock turned to dust, and then turned away. You couldn’t even look. Y-you couldn’t even look…. LOOK AT ME!

She grips the former Underworld Champion by the face, screaming at him with a banshee like wail.

LADY MAGDALENA: Off with you, I can’t stand to even be near you right now.

“The Pied Piper” follows her lead, apologising and bowing before he steps away. Magdalena, shaking with anger watches him leave, before the mental and physical breakdown occurs, reaching back out hopelessly before she collapses into a heap, shattering as the tears began to truly flow. Hunter Werth is seen walking down the hall when he hears the sound of someone crying in the hallways. The sound is faint and at first he doesn’t think he’s hearing what he’s actually hearing. But he walks over to the nearest door, poking his head in. Inside he sees Lady Magdalena with her head in her hands. Trying not to intrude he knocks on the door while leaning against the door frame.

HUNTER WERTH: Lady… hey it’s Hunter. Everything okay in here?

LADY MAGDALENA: Hunter, this is not the time nor the place for your nonsense, l-leave me be.

She tried to stand then hurriedly turn, using a hand to mask her sorrow as Werth looked over with a little concern in his eyes, the former Hybrid Champion obviously distraught, black smears running down her porcelain cheeks as she cursed in her native French under her breath.

HUNTER WERTH: I’m not here for nonsense. I heard you from the hallway. I wanted to make sure that you were okay.

He walks in, closing the door behind himself to keep her privacy as he stands near the door leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back. She is obviously distraught and he doesn’t want to bug her, but she looks like she could use someone to talk to as well. He waits for her to gather herself.

LADY MAGDALENA: T-this is not the time, Hunter. Thi-- Is just…

She turns her head again, reaching to the specially made case that she used to carry her title in, bejewelled and dazzling but barren on the inside. She slammed it shut, before hurling it across the room.

LADY MAGDALENA: It was never supposed to be this way!

Hunter flinches seeing the case flying across the room as it slams against the wall. He sucks some air between his lips trying to figure out what to say.

HUNTER WERTH: You know, I have some Hybrid Championship issues myself. I was handcuffed to the ring ropes and beaten by a man not even involved with my match when I lost it. I understand frustration, believe me. It sucks… but we both know you’re good enough to get past this.

LADY MAGDALENA: Oh, what of your blasted and unnecessary issues.

It was a spat, her face showing disdain and fury as she turned to him, the anger burning through like an inferno.

LADY MAGDALENA: I am a Lasiewicz. A LASIEWICZ! And what are you? Nothing but a never was who never knew. I do not requi-- I don’t require y-your pep talks.

There was regret in her voice for the outburst, seeing sincerity in Hunter’s words and actions. She blinked, twice, turning on her heels slightly as if she didn’t know what to say next. He bit his lip and nodded after hearing her words. He wanted to brush it off to her being hurt at her current situation, but it was the same words that were constantly thrown at him by everyone he came in contact with. And even if they weren’t meant completely, they still stung as much as they always did. He pushed himself up off the wall standing now, cracking his knuckles.

HUNTER WERTH: You’re probably right. I don’t know you very well, and it’s not my place to come in here and try to make you feel better. So forget I was here. If I only made it worse that was far from my intention. I hope you feel better… but I don’t need to be your punching bag for that to happen.

Hunter took a step towards the door pulling at the handle as it opened a few inches. He stopped looking back, just in case she had some parting shots to shoot across his bow. As he turned, he saw her approach, her cases by her side. Her lip quivering, then her mouth opened as if to say something but no words came out. Rendered speechless, tears in her eyes and completely unsure what to say, she stared at him with eyes that may have been apologetic. Hunter nodded his head, but it turned suddenly as Magdalena connected with the most vicious of open palmed slaps, the very sound echoing around the room. Werth was startled as she barged right past him, her head held high as the emotionless mask appeared on her face once more and she exited the room. Hunter put his hand on his cheek, rubbing it slowly for a second before shaking his head.

HUNTER WERTH: I should have known.

He turned on his heels, going out the door himself. His hand reached back taking hold of the handle as he pulled the door shut.
Edited by Silver Eagle, Jul 6 2017, 07:54 PM.
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