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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Aug 22 2017, 10:58 AM Post #1 |
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| Felicity Banks | Aug 22 2017, 01:54 PM Post #2 |
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We cut back to the trainer's room where Felicity Banks is seen getting her back stitched up after her hellacious battle with worldwide multi-time champion, Dom Harter. Not noticing the camera team just yet, Felicity tries to stare back at doctor Stabler stitching her up, grimacing almost every other second. FELICITY BANKS: This is the worst thing that couldāve happened. Iām gonna look like a fucking puppet now, Keith! She turns her head and finally locks eyes with the camera team, her sweat filled hair covering her face. FELICITY BANKS: Do not put this on the website or on Evolve or anything. She squirms again as the HKW head physician continues stitching the championās back up. CAMERAMAN: Uhhhh⦠itās a little too late for that, Fel. Weāre recording live for Evolve right now. The female Banks squirms one more time as Stabler finishes up, patting Felicity gently on the shoulder before he moves out of the camera's way. FELICITY BANKS: Of course you are. Whatās up? CAMERAMAN: Well, we were just wondering how you were feeling after your huge victory tonight against Dom Harter. Felicity canāt help but laugh at the question as she leans her elbows back on the trainer's table to try and get comfortable. FELICITY BANKS: I feel better than I look - that I can tell you for a fact. But Iām still--- She hesitates, sitting herself up and looking away from the camera. FELICITY BANKS: Itās a weird feeling, you know? Constantly having the people closest to you turn on you. Stab you in the back. And even though itās happened soooo many times already⦠She looks up at the camera. FELICITY BANKS: ⦠I still canāt get used to it. I still donāt understand why. Is it jealousy? Is it pent up frustration that builds up over time? Shit, is it me in general? She flails her arms to the side, but immediately grimaces and grasps at her back. She bites down on her bottom lip and repeats āIām good. Iām goodā to herself before she turns back to the camera. FELICITY BANKS: I donāt know what it is, but what I do know is that Iāve pretty much been excommunicated from UE, and that? She shakes her head, forcing a laugh to block her true emotions. She bites down on her lip and finally pushes the hair away from her face. FELICITY BANKS: Look, tonight Dom Harter and I stole the show like weāre both known to do, but Iām the one who walked out the winner. It literally took everything I had and more to beat him and I have the battle scars to prove it. Miss Match of the Night is still here when she wants to be and I--- The sound of someone clapping their hands gets Felicity to stop in mid speech. She turns her head to see where the claps are coming from, only to notice Capone with his bodyguards Max and Benny at his side. The expression on Felicityās face immediately turns to disgust as Capone gazes down at Felicityās World Championship, picks it up, and tries to politely hand it to her. Felicity forcefully rips it out of Caponeās hands and immediately grimaces due to the pain shooting through her back, a chuckle escaping Caponeās mouth. CAPONE: Nice work, champ. Without another word, Capone gestures for his bodyguards to follow him out of the trainerās room, leaving Felicity alone with the camera team. CAMERAMAN: What was that about? Felicityās eyes remain on the door, confusion evident on her features. FELICITY BANKS: I really donāt know⦠The scene soon fades away with Felicity staring down at her championship. Edited by Felicity Banks, Aug 22 2017, 01:55 PM.
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| Aria Bankowski | Aug 22 2017, 11:29 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Former four-time title holder most notable as an ex-RISE Champion, Aria B (the official trademarked ring name of Aria Bankowski), stood outside of General Manager Romeo Priceās office⦠The tall brunette, an Amazoness by stature, looked to knock on the door. She held her hand back a moment. ARIA B: Lyza, are you sure I should just barge in? That seems pretty rude. He might be busy or something...Running Defiance can't be an easy gig. Aria turned to the HKW Interbrand Television Champion, Lyza Reyes, for advice on how she should go about approaching. LYZA REYES: A former RISE Champion having doubts? Uhhh...not gonna lie, I have a tendency to knock on doors and address people by Mister or Miss - but thatās me. See, youāre going to have to stick out here. Leave some formalities aside, and get to the point. Oftentimes, the talent will skirt around things and they end up annoying the higher ups. Youāre not going to do that right now, alright? Therefore, straighten up and get yours, doll. The half Costa Rican and Mexican takes a step back to inspect Ariaās appearance like a drill sergeant. She pats Ariaās side gently, making her straighten up her posture to exude some confidence. ARIA B: Okay. I'll do it. Aria B stuffed her iPhone 7 in the back waistline of her leggings before simply opening the door to her General Managerās office⦠Romeo sat at his desk signing various forms...possibly getting things set up for the blockbuster War Ready pay-per-view extravaganza that was set to take place in just a few short weeks. ARIA B: Hey, Romeo.. Aria said with a polite wave. ARIA B: Um first of all good looking out on putting my first āAria Bā shirt out for sale through HKW.com. I'm really looking forward to donating all of the proceeds to homeless shelters around poorer places in New Jersey near West Orange like East Orange, Irvington and Newark. The General Manager nodded towards one of his biggest call ups to the Defiance roster. Arguably a top three name in RISE upon being called upon. ROMEO PRICE: Uh huh...What can I do for you Ms. Banks? Sit down. Luckily for you Iāve calmed down some since earlier tonight so I have the patience for youā¦. As Romeo pointed towards two chairs in front of his desk both Lyza and Aria took seats. ARIA B: Well...the main reason I'm here is because I need to prove myself to my family. It's all I've been thinking about since getting to Defiance. After a short pause Aria continued. ARIA B: Hmmph. ROMEO PRICE: Ms. Banks...You can challenge for whatever championship besides the HKW World Championship youād like when the opportunity presents itself. Lyza smiles lightly. LYZA REYES: Aww shucks! Even if youāre blocked forever, you should still challenge someone, Aria! This is a great way for you to get peopleās attention at Hard Knox, and the ones you care most about. ARIA B: Facts. That really is a good way. Yāknow what would be even better?...Hold on...Ly, yeah or no does Bun Bun only watch your matches? The HKW Faithfulās Darling asked the woman she'd consider family of her own. LYZA REYES: I believe so. Although, I have a feeling heās been paying attention to that kid JZ Crowns and a few others... A certain expression formed on the face of the former RISE Champion upon hearing that as Lyza raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. ARIA B: I think you're available for War Ready right, Ly? LYZA REYES: I kept my calendar clear for it. ARIA B: Then how about you take me on in Japan on September tenth one on one for that Interbrand TV title? Lyza Reyes versus Aria B. There's no way BunBun won't watch a high stakes match between us. Lyza leans back in her seat, staying silent. She glances at Romeo before shifting her gaze back at the young Banks woman. Minutes ago, she entered the room like a motherly figure or close friend to show moral support for the New Jersey native. At this moment, though, Reyes felt it was necessary to put personal feelings aside. LYZA REYES: Iāll be danged. You really want to get Brandonās attention. Thatās good, Aria. Reaaallllyyy good. If thatās what you want, then fine by me. To this day, I have yet to run away from any challenges, and itās not going to be any different with you stepping up to the plate. Lyza perks up, her body language matching her verbal response. ROMEO PRICE: Alright then itās settled. Ms. Banks you will face Ms. Reyes for the HKW ITV Championship at War Ready IIā¦.but with a fifteen minute time limit. With that announcementā¦Aria and Lyza looked at one another. Lyza looked at the championship belt sitting on her lap. Something would have to give at the pay-per-view. Would Aria be able to win her fifth career championship? Or would Lyza overcome Aria and add yet another impressive defense to her growing collection? Aria B vs. Lyza Reyes. These two women were surely going to be War Ready. Edited by Aria Bankowski, Aug 22 2017, 11:30 PM.
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| Chanson | Aug 23 2017, 02:00 PM Post #4 |
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Backstage still bruised and battered from the assault he took from the Reapers In Pride Chanson Webster was still on the hunt for his manager Brent Berstin. With his phone in his hands he calls Brentās phone but he doesn't get and answer. CHANSON WEBSTER: Man fudge this shiz. Hanging the phone up he kicks the trash bin that was beside him, slightly wincing from the pain he felt in his thigh. CHANSON WEBSTER: How I let them snatch B-Money like that? How I keep letting these nizzahs kick my jass every chance they get? He sat down up against the wall thinking about where the Reapers may have Brent held up at. CHANSON WEBSTER: Naw, that would be too easy to find. Just as Chanson thought about another idea his phone begins to ring. He sees that the caller is Brent so instantly he answers the call. CHANSON WEBSTER: Aye brah you good? Where you at? We need the strap? Immediately Chanson knew the voice on the other line isn't Brentās. Sucking his teeth he puts the phone on speaker before yelling into it. CHANSON WEBSTER: Where is Brent Lance? Lance is heard giggling from the phone's speaker only making the former RISE Champion even angrier. The giggling starts to sound louder but not from the phone, but close by instead. LANCE WINTERS:: Ohhhhhhh, hehehehetehehhaha! Winters and a couple of Reapers come walking out as they join their leader in laughter as they look down at Chanson. In the background the same man who wrote the pillowcase was seen walking along with Jason Boyarski. LANCE WINTERS:: What's the matter skip? Lost your puppy? Chanson is taking aback to see Lance and couple of Reaper's still here. CHANSON WEBSTER: Letās just cut the bullshiz and hand Brent over this way. Chanson looks around frantically not knowing if the Reapers were planning on making another move on him. CHANSON WEBSTER: Itās not time for any games brah. Lance holds up a finger. LANCE WINTERS:: Firstā¦.Say red rover. Lance crouches down in front of him with a sly smile. LANCE WINTERS:: C'mon...I WANNA play. Slightly rolling his eyes Chanson shakes his head, ignoring Lance as he does. CHANSON WEBSTER: Yo Brent you good? Brent gives a thumbs up before a Reaper slaps his hand down and pushes him to the ground. CHANSON WEBSTER: Come on brah, all this is unnecessary. Lance giggles and shrugs his shoulders before frowning. LANCE WINTERS:: You don't wanna play with meeeee?? He begins to pout some. LANCE WINTERS:: You don't wanna play with me before our big date? The former ITV Champion looks up at Lance as Brent was struggling to get back to his feet. CHANSON WEBSTER: This isnāt the sandbox. Iām not a kid. Iāve been done playing with you. Inception is gonna be a nightmare of a date for you. Itās a wrap. Chanson spits close to Lanceās face but none of it got on him. Lance smirks at this and pats Chanson on his check. LANCE WINTERS:: Okay...Okay buddy. Lance waves his fingers ordering for Boyarski to let Brent go. LANCE WINTERS:: I'll see you there. Winters says as he winks at him. He stands up to his feet and begins to leave with the other Reapers. Making his way toward Chanson Brent helps him get to his feet. From there they begin to walk away with the cameras coming to a fade. |
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| Jinzai | Aug 25 2017, 01:39 AM Post #5 |
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![]() (EARLIER IN THE NIGHT) The scene opens up with HoP interviewer Bryant Gordon outside of the locker room to the former HKW Tag Team & Hybrid Champion, Jinzai. With the bits of footage that were caught last defiance by the cameraman and Eli Zayn, the young, laid back interviewer was asked to do a follow up by the brass due Zayn not covering the HoP shows. Bryant goes to knock, but to his surprose, instead of the self professed "Supa Saiya-Jin Roze" of HKW, he's greeted with the door abruptly opening and meeting a pair of intense - and enraged, bright green hues connected to a demonic visage covered in white and black grease paint. Kai storms by Bryant, nearly bowling the younger man over as he walks up the hallway without a word and turns a corner. Jinzai appears moments later in the doorway, smirking to himself. Whatever words were exchanged between student and mentor seem to be getting to Kai. Something that Jinzai has been counting on for the last few weeks. Turning, he blinks as he notices Bryant picking himself up and looking a little shaken up. JINZAI: Oh, hey Brian... Bryant. It's Bryant, right? Bah, whatever. Didn't see ya there. Bryant ignored Jinzai for a brief moment as it suddenly clicked who nearly put him on his behind, before he looks up at Jinzai with a wide eyed expression. BRYANT GORDAN: Jinzai... how... what... who... Jinzai blinks owlishly at the interviwer. JINZAI: You okay, Bryant? You're looking a little... shook. Bryant continues to look between Jinzai and the corner where Kai turned down, wide eyed as he runs a hand through her hair. He might've just ran into - literally and figuratively - a big story here and didn't know where to begin his questioning. BRYANT GORDAN: Why... why was Kai coming out of your... is he your... for wargames I mean? Jinzai's grin looked downright sinister as he leans up against the doorway, letting his pink hair fall freely around his face as he looks down at Bryant. JINZAI: Is Kai gonna be my closer at War Games, is what you're trying to ask, right? Bryant nods eagerly, holding his mic up. JINZAI: I'm not gonna give away any spoilers for free - you assclowns watching this - Jinzai points to the camera threateningly. BRYANT GORDAN: - Are gonna have to tune in to War Ready for that. But since you guys are here already, lemme clue you in on a little secret. Keeping his hand on Bryant's shoulder, Jinzai brings the mic up and leans right next to his ear. JINZAI: At War Ready, everybody that I claim as mine? Everyone that has my back and vise versa when those cage doors close and we're in there with opposition? We're all getting what's coming to us when everything's said and done. We've been over looked and underappreciated for too long but now? JINZAI: Now they don't have any choice to put us in the top slot. And for our show of gratitude at an opportunity that's long overdue, we're serving Time Warner, Hard Knox Wrestling, and those sheeple, f*ckface fair weather "Fans" their chosen ones as casualties to War Games. So bring your false ass idols, your self appointed Heroes & Champions and impotent "Stars", kiddies! Bring em all and realize there's not gonna be a damn thing you can do about it when my side - MY team, stands over any and everyone you put in our way. Jinzai pats Bryant on the back and goes to walk away, right as his phone began to ring. Jinzai gives a wide grin as he fishes it out of his pocket and answers. JINZAI: 'Ellooooo? Ya-huh. I - yeah. Yeah, I told you I had this all squared away! I told you I could get it done... okay, I said I wouldn't die but I told you he'd come through, right right? We just need everything ready for later on... Jinzai continues to walk away while chatting with the person on the other end idlly, leaving a flabbergasted Bryant Gordan behind. Edited by Jinzai, Aug 25 2017, 01:46 AM.
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| Brian Stryker | Aug 25 2017, 03:03 PM Post #6 |
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Titletown is over as Brian Stryker is sitting on a table as a Doctor gives him a quick once over. Lately Brian has bene have back tightness and was just making sure nothing was out of sorts. The Doctor gives him the green light as he hands Brian an ice pack and places it over his bad knee. Brian smiles to himself as he looks at the camera. Despite his tag match tonight ending in a complete free for all, he was in a good mood, BRIAN STRYKER: Life is funny isnāt it? Tonight was supposed to be a generic tag match but it ended up being the start of something bigger. At Inception you have Tommy Evans, Crimson Baroness, Celeste, and the future Global Champion Brian Stryker. A bit ahead of myself? Maybe. But letās be real, I know what itās like in that chamber better than any of the other three. I know what it does to a body. I still carry that wound to this day. He pats his bad knee. BRIAN STRYKER: These three, they seem to think they can just waltz in and get my shot. Uh uh. Iām tired of waiting patiently for my turn. Waiting for my chance to get the call. I did it waiting on the Bloodlust and look where it got me. Now? I gotta watch as they hold a battle royal for the number one contender and not even include me, then wait even longer for the chamber. No more. Brian Stryker is taking what is his. You have to watch as wrestlers in this company are pushed aside for the next flavors of the week when they are less deserving. The fact that people like Fran and Hunter Werth have to wait is sickening. And I disagree on a lot of crap with Fran, but talent recognizes talent. Iām not gonna become that kind of guy. Iām not gonna sit around and wait while Brian Stryker becomes āThe guy who never got his chance.ā Itās not a matter of IF I get into this chamber match. Itās just a matter of what I do inside that chamber. And when Hunter gets into the chamber too? Well Dark Horse Protection is gonna run Subversion and weāre gonna make shit viral! He lifts the ice pack off is knee as he looks at it a moment, before placing it back on. BRIAN STRYKER: But letās not jump to far. September 3rd, HKW comes to Beijing China for Inception. Iām walking in one of four people who want to win that chamber spot. But only I will be walking out. Iām not wasting time anymore. Celeste and Tommy, I like you two so no hard feelings. Baroness is gonna cry foul when I beat her anyway so whatever. You four have 2 weeks to get ready, cause the kid gloves are coming off. Papa Stryker isnāt gonna be cracking jokes or fawning over his wife. No itās gonna be Brian Stryker. The same one who beat Nicole Hamilton and threw her off a truck. The same Brian Stryker who ended Alex Reynās career. My ship has come in, and Iām getting the hell on. Brian takes the ice pack off as he hops off the examining table. He bends his knee a few times to get the blood flowing to it as he head sfor the door, closing it behind him. |
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| Gifted | Aug 30 2017, 01:02 PM Post #7 |
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Titletown has ended and once again the cameras cut to another part of the Resch Center, the parking lot to be exact. The area now closed off to most with the large frame of the HKW Lionheart Champion, DeMarcus Gresham leaning against the front of a black Cadillac CT6. Time apparently is on his mind as he looking down at his exquisite watch noticing the approaching cameraman and crew. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Let us hope tardiness isnāt your policy for I highly doubt youāll be long with wearing that HKW polo. Time is money youāve wasted both. He shakes his head distastefully at the cameraman before straightening up a little more against the luxury vehicle. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I will start with answering the question of why? As you can see these are questions that can be answered without the likes of one Bryant Gordan or that hooligan Jermaine Marks. Why DeMarcus? Why did you choose such action this evening? A pause is made with a light thinking pose just to add to the moment. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I could be cliche and say the point was made. I can stand here breathing in this foul city stench and proclaim that the young Beach Boy needed yet another lesson. These are truthful matters to some extent but to get to the foundation of the matter. To really say why I walked from such a foolish experience is this. I am a former HKW World Tag Team Champion and simply put my days of assisting the weak and unenlightened are over. Tristan is an adversary. I will not be one to carry him to victory or anyone else I see unfit for that matter. I have done enough charity for this company. Heās not worthy to stand aside Gifted in any measure unless to be disposed off in the natural way inside the ropes. That is his place, his position, and his pedestal. DeMarcus moves off the car completely walking toward the back passenger side door being opened by a driver. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Tonight I gifted Bri Davenport and Jason Boyarski I know my thanks will come in due time. For the note takers, I team with benefit in mind not for amusement. In the grand scheme of things the cullion Tristan should also count his giftings, ask the whereabouts of my previous partner if you arenāt convinced. I am at least allowing you to make it to the date of Inception. I could have done far and in many ways worse we both know this to be true. Lessons incoming young RISE representative. A vast and lengthy amount of them at that. Stay enlightened. DeMarcus gets into the back seat and the driver closes the door behind him. |
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| Tristan Martinez | Sep 1 2017, 02:22 PM Post #8 |
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![]() Camera locked on the 'defeated' Tristan Martinez, who had one hell of an uneventful start to the night to kick things off. Pretty much what was a three-on-one, his head aimed down, face full of mixed emotions as the cameraman got a good capture from the side. His body in immense pain as all those heavy blows taken, seeked even deeper as the match was now over. He began coughing harsh as he shook his head. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Yeah, I know why you're here. You want to know at this very moment, how I'm feeling or better yet, why didn't I 'smarten up'. I should've known better, right? This was a "no win" situation at every angle you look at it from, yet...I didn't see it. I guess this is how William Alexander Andrews felt? Tristan, somehow managed to laugh over the pain he was in. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: I know DeMarcus feels like he has yet again gotten one over me. You damn right he did. I was a fool. I should've known better. That whole match, he never wanted in. I'm a pretty smart guy but somehow I failed to calculate things in there. It happens, you live and you learn. Bri, I'm sorry she was dragged into this. I can't blame her for her actions, she did what she was supposed to do, take advantage of the opportunity at hand. Clutching his ribs as he turned around, resting the back of his head on the wall, he sighed. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: When I came to, I saw you smile. You enjoyed being apart of that, DeMarcus. You enjoyed watching me in pain as you waltzed up the ramp, clapping because of such a "smooth manuever" and yeah, for a moment I thought that maybe our differences could be put aside for the greater good, for just a moment to grab a win, but again, my dullness exceeded my smartness and I once again let you make the power move. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: No mƔs, mi amigo inteligente culo! You've taken your last free shot on me. I've been your pawn for the last time. You call yourself the "Gifted" but in all of this, I'm the one who's being gifted in the end. I look at things alot deeper than most may think. DeMarcus feels threatened. Tristan nodded his head smirking. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: He will never say or speak on it in truth but deep down, he's feeling my presence. A young man from Calabasas, one he calls a young "beach boy", he's feeling some kind of way. Inception is all we have now and that is two weeks away. I am two weeks away from shocking the foundation of the Lionheart Division. In DeMarcus first defense, I will push him to his edge and do what many have yet to do and that is leave him speechless. Tristan takes a few minutes as he gathers himself together finally. Still clutching his ribs, the fact that he held that smirk on his face, he had something up his sleeves. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Watch and see come the third of Septemeber! |
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| The Crimson Baroness | Sep 1 2017, 02:33 PM Post #9 |
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![]() The scene opens backstage after Titletown, where The Crimson Baroness is standing with what can only be described as an angry look on her face. Her hands on her hips, foot tapping against the floor. Still dressed in her ring attire, her mussed hair clinging to her sweat dampened face as she starts talking. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: All he had to do was play ball⦠She scoffs, and shakes her head dismissively. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Tommy Evans had no problem with the rules being bent when I was on the receiving endāwhen I got attacked before my match! When he and Brian Stryker tried to throw their weight around to get to finish a match where the odds were stacked against me. That he has no problems with⦠The Baroness moves some strands of hair from near her eyes before continuing. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: But if I put my feet on the ropes? If I try to help our team? Thatās too far! Thatās not allowed. Because Tommy Evans couldnāt put his principles to one side for one nightāfor boxes and boxes full of Cheetos! In a flare of anger, TCB throws her arms out to the sides, but she quickly recomposes herself. Her breathing growing heavy for a moment; she exhales deeply before resuming her pose, hands on hips, as she speaks again. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Lets see how far your honor gets you here, Tommy. Pretend youāre scrupulous, or virtuous. Think youāre better than me because you donāt put your feet on the ropes⦠Pause. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: At least that makes you better than The Plaster Saint herself. But the worst thing, sweetie; the worst thing your little tantrum has brought to the surface ⦠is Brian Strykerās unjustified, groundless, baseless ego. That he has the gallāthe nerve! He has the nerve to stand there and claim weāre flavors of the week. That weāre undeserving⦠TCB rolls her eyes at that one. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: ā¦well, maybe The Plaster Saint is. But he has the nerve to say that Brian Stryker has never had his chance⦠Pause. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Are we just pretending that Divine Supremacy didnāt happen last year, sweetie? That one causes TCB to laugh to herself, before she breathes in sharply through her nostrils. Her composure slowly but surely coming back to her as she looks straight at the camera. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: All three of you want to look down your nose at me. Pretend as if Iām not a challenge. Dismiss me because I āhaveā to bend the rules the win. So tell me, sweeties, tell me what are the rules to our fatal fourway match at Inception? What are the rules inside the elimination chamber? Because I assure you, sweetiesāas the greatest Bloodlust champion in HKW history, as the winner of the Mansion of Ruin matchāin Beijing I will become your worst nightmare. And at Divine Supremacy 2017 Iāll become the HKW Global Champion⦠A smirk appears on her face. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: But for now? The fun begins⦠The Crimson Baroness tilts her head back to cackle in delight, as the scene comes to an end with the fade to black. |
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Dom Harter 2017 Destiny Cup Winner 2x FGA World Champion 1x FGA Pride Champion 1x FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion 1x FGA World Tag Team Champion (The Murder w/Malcolm Drake) 1x Dynamic Duos Winner 2x Gold Rush Rumble Winner 2x SCW Global Champion 1x SCW Vegas Champion 1x SCW Heritage Champion 1x SCW World Tag Team Champion (Gore & Glory w/Brytain Rollins) 1x UWL Tag Team Champions (w/Alex Castellanos) 1x SCCW Heritage Tag Team Champions (w/Constance Monroe) 1x SCCW Barbaric Champion 1x PDW Bloodshed Champion 1x AAA Champion 1x HKW Bloodlust Champion Annie Zellor 1x GFP Jr. Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew w/ The Crimson Baroness) 1x NKP Grand Champion 2x NKP Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew, The New Murder w/ Molly Reid) 1x Titan of Trios Winner 2016 (Whitest Girls You Know w/Molly Reid & Emily Carter) 1x SSWA Trios Champions (WGYK) 2x FGA World Tag Team Champion (#sparklebuddies w/Laurel Anne Hardy) 2x FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion 1x HKW No Limits Champion 2x WCS Tag Team Champion (1x Small Boob Wrecking Crew, 1x Starbucks Wrecking Crew w/ Tyberius King) 1x SAP International Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew) 1x AAA Champion The Crimson Baroness 1x GFP Jr. Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew w/ Annie Zellor) 1x NKP Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew) Winner of 2016 GFP Deathmatch Elimination Match 1x RISE Champion 1x LDFC Carolinas Cup Holder 1x LDFC Apex Tag Team Champion 2x HKW Bloodlust Champion 1x WCS Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew) 1x SAP International Tag Team Champion (Small Boob Wrecking Crew) 2017 Defiance Speciality Wrestler of the Midyear 2017 Defiance Champion of the Midyear | |
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| J. Mentez | Sep 2 2017, 09:26 PM Post #10 |
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The screen quickly shifts to the cameraview of Jason Mentezās back completely mangled by the attack from Mason Astor with the helpful distraction from Asha Astor. His back is black, blue, yellow, and all the other bad colors you dare not want a part of. Heās sitting down on a long table wincing just about every time he takes in air. As the camera zooms in as the head doctor continues taking a look and trying to wrap Jason up with ice packs Jermaine Marks can be heard. JERMAINE MARKS: Daaaaaaaaammmmmnnnn slime, you aite? At first a long sigh is heard. JASON MENTEZ: Iām not in the mood yo. JERMAINE MARKS: You know King Kong just threw your ass like a white woman right? Another sigh...this time longer. JASON MENTEZ: Marks, I aint in the mood yo. JERMAINE MARKS: Ok, ok Iām just saying though. Aint you tired of getting your ass whipped? The Mexicans are hangin they head slime. Jason jumps from the table at that point his face finally seen with his expression fuming in anger. JASON MENTEZ: Didnāt I just say twice I wasnāt in the mood yo?!? Bruh, what the fuck!? And I donāt even say bruh but BRUH?!? What. The. Fuck?!? This causes the camera view and Jermaine to both back up noticing the anger in Jasonās eyes. Jason is barely standing correctly but he doesnāt even care anymore. JASON MENTEZ: You think dis the shit Iām here for? Fuck a scrap nigga dis bout survival n every fuckin week Iām sinking and you sitting here thinking shit funny? You think dis sweet? You think Iām sweet mafucka!? Jermaine smirks but holds back the laugh. JASON MENTEZ: Naaah man...see dats dat shit rite there. There go Jason, another asswhippin. There go Jason, another L. FUCK YOU YO!! Iām sick a dis fucking shit. I am one of the best hereā¦.period. FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD OR THINK!! Yall stay thinking a nigga on the brink gon stay down. Keep thinking dat. Keep thinking a feral mafucka wonāt finally show his shit. Keep thinking dat. When I turn dat corner itās gon be fuck EVERYBODY but family you understand? You hear me? Keep laugh⦠Jason abruptly bursts into an uncontrollable coughing fit that doubles him over due to the pain and everything at once. The camera catches every moment as he comes to a knee which causes the doc to rush over to his aid. JASON MENTEZ: Fuck off me doc...I said get the FUCK OFF ME!! Jason struggles back to his feet as he looks at Jermaine and the camera crew. JASON MENTEZ: Just wait...just you all fucking wait n when I say I told you soā¦.Todo el mundo puede chupar mi polla. Vete ala mierda. AND I'm fuckin Puerto Rican goddamn it!! Move⦠Jason painfully pushes his way through out of the camera view out of sight backstage while the camera catches Jermaine still chuckling with some of the onlookers laughing too. |
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