| Subversion 29 Aftermath | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 13 2017, 02:16 PM (467 Views) | |
| Hard Knox Wrestling | Nov 13 2017, 02:16 PM Post #1 |
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| Celeste | Nov 13 2017, 06:40 PM Post #2 |
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![]() The show fades into a shot of the parking lot behind the arena. The main event is over and the crowd is anxious to see who walks out from the exit doors. A small cheer rises up as they see Celeste push through the doors and head into the night. She is walking slowly, still feeling the effects of that full nelson submission from Levi Chambers that she valiantly broke out of. Celeste shoulders her duffle bag groans a bit as the pain of a another disappointing loss is coupled with the pain in her neck and back. Her face is haggard. Her long raven hair partly shields the grimaces of each step from the camera's view. Her pretty blue eyes are occupied with the cracked pavement under her wrestling boots. She doesn't notice who is walking up to her however, and he coughs lightly to draw her attention to him. Celeste looks up to see none other than the intimidating figure of RIP’s Sergeant At Arms, Viktor Volkov. The big Russian discards of his cigarette, crushing it under his boot before blowing a plume of smoke out into the air. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Tough luck tonight. He cracks a crooked grin, somewhat diminishing the sincerity of his words as he watches Celeste squirm on the spot, clearly not expecting his presence. Her eyes widen immediately as she stumbles over her words. CELESTE: Um...I...yeah. It happens? She lets out a nervous chuckle. CELESTE: But hey! You and your gang did great tonight huh? So you're probably very happy right? Celeste looks up at the towering man and tries her best not to take a step back, but stand her ground instead. She straightens up to gaze up at Viktor and her back screams at her. She tries to not let on about that either. Instead, Celeste manages a small smile of her own. VIKTOR VOLKOV:: We’re not a gang. We’re a motorcycle club. He stares at her, sternly, almost as if he was offended by her choice of words. VIKTOR VOLKOV: --but yes, we did. No different than usual. We’ve been running this fucken’ company since day one. Remember this. Celeste nods carefully, trying not to wince at the pain shooting up her neck. CELESTE: Right. Motorcycle club. And you run the place. Got it. She taps the side of her head with her index finger. CELESTE: Easy to remember. I don't even have to take notes. Hehe. Celeste lets a short giggle escape through her clenched teeth as they hold the smile on her face. She tries not to break eye contact with Viktor, even though her mind is wanting to seek an escape route. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I am not here to tell you shit you already should know. I’m here about the bike you ruined. He strokes his blonde goatee, his piercing blue eyes staring a hole through the young Subversion star. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I told you I would re-visit it. Celeste noticeably gulps. CELESTE: You did. And I said I will totally pay for the damages. It was a stupid thing I did. Just send me the bill and we'll be square. She forces the corners of her mouth wider apart to give the intimidating Russian a bigger smile, but it has no effect on his mood. The big man shakes his head, threading a thumb through a belt loop. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I said with money...and blood. I never forget this promises...and they never go unpaid. CELESTE: Uh...I have a bit of a problem with the blood part. You see, I don't like needles which is why I don't donate to the Red Cross. So um, maybe we can skip that part? Celeste smiles sweetly at him, attempting to curb this Russian biker’s bloodlust. Volkov mockingly chuckles, a stern expression returning to his face as quick as it left. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You want to make jokes? Find someone who gives a fuck about them. When it comes to me...when it comes to my bike...and when it comes to receipts...you don’t joke. One of this days, Celeste, you’ll pay me back in full. And when that day comes, know that you earned it. CELESTE: Okay. Alright, I'm sorry. You know you'll have your money. But what do you mean by blood? We have a match or something? She asks nervously, hoping that's all it is. VIKTOR VOLKOV: For your sake, you better hope we get one soon. Once more, he cracks a crooked grin at Celeste, running a gloved hand over his slicked back blonde hair before he backs up, taking his leave. Celeste watches him disappear into the night. She shivers, even though it's not really cold outside. With a sigh, she slumps over and trudges away from the arena. The scene then fades out. |
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| Tristan Martinez | Nov 13 2017, 07:19 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Cameras got an eye on Martinez as he was the human version of a "jumping bean", jumping ecstatically after tonight's show. A relieved expression on his face to which Tiffany Jay captured the perfect time to try and get a word from the young Subversion star. A smile that had spread from ear-to-ear. He brushed his left hand through his hair as he was feeling it. TIFFANY JAY: You seem beyond elated! Haven't seen you this excited in a bit. Tristan continued to smile as his eyes wandered around before returning to Tiffany. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: I will admit, I was far from happy. More of fear and worry consumed me whole as I stared down the barrel of a gun. That gun being Alexa Corra but who'd thought her presence was to grant me a once in a lifetime opportunity? The only words that I thought immediately of was "The End" because when the thing goes "Kraaa!", She and those Ravens appear. TRISTAN MARTINEZ: Ever since being drafted to Subversion, all I ever wanted to do was do this brand proud as best as I can and prove to them I was worth the pick. This is a DIVINE opportunity. This is HISTORY in the making, Tiff. She said she didn't need to know my choice, but I bet you do! You damn right I will take that offer in a heartbeat to be a part of Subversion and help lead in making it the true number one brand. If I never accomplish another thing in my career, I would at least have this piece of history to look at. Defiance being put down by Subversion. TIFFANY JAY: Well you have heard it here first! Tristan Martinez is now along with Sophie El as members so far for Team Subversion! Tristan gives a final nod to Tiffany before fleeing off towards the exits. Camera catches him departing before fading to black. |
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| Kyo | Nov 13 2017, 08:22 PM Post #4 |
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![]() James Magnum Jr. is standing outside of a locker, a leather high school jacket on, with a nervous smile on his face. Taking a deep sigh he knocks on the door. Pulling the door open to slip out of it, a far more casually dressed Gabi Davenport smiles and pulls the door closed tight behind her. GABI DAVENPORT: Hey… She half lifts a brow as she teasingly touches to collar of his jacket with another smile. GABI DAVENPORT: You steal this from the Chess player? James puts his head down, biting down on his lip. He take a moment, then turns his head to her with a smirk on his face. JAMES MAGNUM JR.: Of course not, I am currently I won the last chess tournament at my school. I didn’t need to steal anything. I was actually coming by to check on you, was not the best of nights for your friends. James pauses for a second then shrugs. JAMES MAGNUM JR.: Not the only reason I came by, but figured I would make sure you were alright. She slides her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and draws her teeth over her bottom lip with a pensive sigh. GABI DAVENPORT: Chris is a big boy… it bothers me more he’s dragging Bri into this, kicking Eli like that; there’s no way she would have done that if he wasn’t out there. Rolling her eyes Gabi shakes her head with a slight shrug. GABI DAVENPORT: But she’ll be fine, she’s always been the calm one so it was kinda nice to be the voice of reason, just this once, I definitely don’t want to be doing that again any time soon. James walks to the other side of the locker room and leans against one of the lockers. He brings his hand to his chin, pondering everything that had happened of the course of the night. Tapping his foot against the bottom of the locker rapidly, trying to keep his composure. JAMES MAGNUM JR.: I think Bri feels she needs to help Chris, and honestly there is nothing you can do if he is bringing that out of her. She isn’t going to change her thought process, and all you will do by pointing it out is cause a fight between the two of you. With that in mind, I need to ask a favor of you. James moves away from the locker and closer to Gabi. JAMES MAGNUM JR.: I need you to watch yourself around RIP. Those are no joke, and I know you think Bri and Chris can look out for you, but honestly I have seen what they are capable of. To say the least it is not pretty. Paul has been warning me since day one about those guys. He knows what they are capable of, and to be involved with them from what he said is very dangerous. James who rarely shows any sort of compassion or concern for anyone, is clearly concerned at this moment. His foot tapping against the linoleum floor, while staring at his shoes, doing everything possible to avoid eye contact. She looks down at his foot and frowns, extending her own sneaker clad foot out she gently presses it on his to stop the tapping and lifts her gaze to watch him. GABI DAVENPORT: I… can’t promise that there’s never going to be a point where I could get hurt cause, that would be a lie and we kinda had this deal about me not doing that, right? She can’t help but smile, reaching her hand out to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear more to distract herself than anything as she talks. GABI DAVENPORT: And my safety isn’t something I want you to be worrying about, because the other half of that deal is me not being a distraction. But; I’ll tell you the same as I told Bri, I have no intent or desire to be anywhere near the ring, she’s the fighter. It’s been the same since we were kids, I talk up the trouble and she takes care of it. And, if it’ll put your mind at ease I will try to be more careful when dealing with Lance and his band of freaks, okay? James nods, but as he goes to speak, Paul Harris steps into the room, looking directly at James who turns when he sees his manager at the door. Paul Harris: I hate to break this up honestly, but I would rather Mister Magnum did not miss his flight. He has to be home by morning. James nods to Paul, then places his index finger in the air as if to say “one second”. He turns back to Gabi, while removing his letterman's jacket. He folds it up nicely and extends it out towards her. JAMES MAGNUM JR.: I know it is a silly high school tradition and stuff, but I was hoping you could hold onto this for a bit. Paul sighs rolling his eyes at the doorway as he watches the scene unfolding. Crossing his arms, he looks away pretending not to see what is happening. Gabi takes the jacket and smiles, stepping in a little closer she drops her tone barely above a whisper. GABI DAVENPORT: I’m so going to say I beat up a chess nerd for this. Laughing softly she reaches up and pulls a flower pin from her hair holding it out to him with a slight tilt of her head. GABI DAVENPORT: Don’t really have the whole jock thing back home but… we do have pins, I was never in a school long enough to earn one but it’s the thought that counts, right? She glances at Paul and then looks back to James with a slightly less easy smile. GABI DAVENPORT: You better go, I don’t want to be the one who takes the blame if you miss your flight. Taking the pin he leans in giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning and heading for the door. Paul whispers something in his ear causing James to nod at him. James looks back at Gabi and then exits the room on his way to catch his flight. Paul turns his attention to Gabi, a wide smile on his face. PAUL HARRIS: I want you to remain quiet for a moment if that is possible. That kid, he isn’t just my client, I have known him since he was six years old. Since that day, I have been grooming him. Making him into what he needed to be to survive in this business. There is not a single person in his life that is weak, we went so far as to avoid having his own brother Jackson be apart of his life to ensure this. We have taken every precaution to make him into the killing machine that he will need to be. The S.O.S has taught him it doesn’t matter how you get ahead, you just need to get ahead. Paul’s smile fades, a frown replacing it almost immediately. PAUL HARRIS: I would even go as far to say that we ensure that he would not be caught in a situation where someone with a good heart could get close to him. Now I do not know you from Adam, you could be the most evil woman that has ever lived. You for all I know do not have a heart or a soul, which in this moment would be great in the eyes of someone like me. With all those things said, you have in a short amount of time convinced him that he doesn’t need the protection that the S.O.S provides. This has me very concerned. Paul folds his arms once more raising his eyebrows at the young lady. Waiting for a response. For a moment Gabi doesn’t respond, she turns and carefully placed the folded jacket down on the bench beside the lockers, taking her time to smooth it out before turning back to Paul with a blank expression. GABI DAVENPORT: With all due respect Mr. Harris, you got one thing right, you don’t know me. At all… and you might think that it’s by accident that our, limited interaction ensured that and maybe you’re right to think that… Gabi folds her own arms to match his and shakes her head slowly. GABI DAVENPORT: Before I address the, let’s call them interesting statements you made just now. Can I ask you a question? And take into consideration that if you say yes, I expect you to answer honesty and then I will happily do the same. She raises both her brows at him in an inquisitive manner, trying to hold her stance and not allow herself to show the anxiousness that’s building up inside. Paul laughs at her, seeing the seriousness she is portraying. PAUL HARRIS: I do not lie, I bend the truth, but I assure you that you will get a completely honest answer. GABI DAVENPORT: Do you care about him? Not as a client, not as some idea of a dystopian killing machine… Just James, do you care? She doesn’t move at all as she poses the question, seemingly almost holding her breath as she awaits his response. Paul looks her in eyes, staring her down. PAUL HARRIS: He is like a son to me, of course I care about him. If I did not I would not be here. He pauses giving her a once over. PAUL HARRIS: Now are you going to answer my questions honestly? Because I have a question, and a favor to ask. A long sigh escapes from his lips as he looks away from. The painful expression on his face shows just how much he hates asking anyone outside of his circle for a favor. GABI DAVENPORT: I said I would be honest if you were and I stand by my word so, ask away. She drops her stance now and sits down on the bench beside the jacket, resting her hand on it she looks up to Paul expectantly. PAUL HARRIS: First off, I want to say this with all due respect to James. He is eighteen years of age, brilliant as he is he is still a bit naive. I have been in this business forty years, grinding my gears to get to a place like this. I know you seemingly hate the idea of him having bodyguards, but if he doesn’t. He will be destroyed and as much as I care about him, I can not abide by that. I need you to change your mind, I need you to tell him that he needs at the very least Brutus. Because without them, here in HKW, he is in for a world of hurt. And whether you actually care about him or just see him as an investment. This is not good for him, it will ruin him. I implore you for his safety, to convince him that he needs that help. I would not lie about this, I care about him, and he needs the help. Paul has a genuine look of concern on his face, looking back at her his eyes are almost pleading with her to do as he asks. GABI DAVENPORT: I can’t say that I have the influence you’re attributed to me, but if it’s for his safety and you really think my word will change his mind back about the whole protection thing then I’ll talk to him about it, but I want you to understand something first. She looks down and turns her hands over in her lap as she talks. GABI DAVENPORT: I am not here because I want to be, this isn’t some game that I am playing, not with him… This isn’t some investment I’m making, it’s not a business deal. As she looks back up at him, her expression is equally genuine, shaking her head she lets out a humorless laugh. GABI DAVENPORT: For the first time in my life I genuinely care about something, about someone other than myself and whether you understand why I am spending time with him or not, you need to know my only intentions are for him to see there is more to life than the… violent future you so carefully have laid out for him. You and I, we don’t have to like each other, but so long as I believe you have his best interests at heart I will do what I can to make sure he listens to you. Is that fair? Paul reaches over patting her on the shoulder, which immediately makes her uncomfortable. He pulls his hand away seeing the look on her face. PAUL HARRIS: You do this for me, make sure he keeps the help he needs, and I promise not only to not get in your way with him. I can help you accept your role here in HKW. Not only that, but I will ensure that you both have a bright future. Think about it, if you are going to be here anyways, the least you can do is be very successful at it. Now if you do not mind, I have some work to attend. Think about it, if you are interested. He reaches in his coat pocket pull out a card with the letter S.O.S on it. PAUL HARRIS: Call. Paul turns around and walks out the door, as the camera turns back to Gabi. She takes a moment to ensure he has left before standing up and sliding the card into her pocket, picking up the jacket she exhales slowly and shakes her head, talking to herself as she turns back to head towards where her sister is waiting for her. GABI DAVENPORT: And everyone always thinks I’m the trouble to be watching out for. Shaking her head she walks out of the locker room, slipping the jacket on as she heads off down the hall. |
Fear and Loathing Former SOS inc. Paul Harris Manager- Sanskrit (PPW Openweight Champion) Brutus- (NKP Jr tag team champion, SCCW Champion, KW Showcase Champion) Sons of Satan- (KW Commonwealth Cup Champions) Sons of Sanskrit (J-R and Elijah Magnum) | |
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| Leon Kaiser | Nov 14 2017, 12:54 PM Post #5 |
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![]() SOPHIE EL: Hello there, little raven. Sophie El sits in her locker room, surrounded by the macabre paintings that have erupted from her mind as of late. Many figures bow to her with chains binding them down, forcing them to be obedient creatures to the Higher Power. The Undying holds a lacy-covered hand up, using it as a perch for Alexa Corra's raven. She reaches out and pets it lovingly, while she removes the small letter that the audience knows of. She looks at it, and unwraps it, giggling all the while. When she reads the contents, a warm smile dawns on her ghostly features. SOPHIE EL: Of course I will go to do war with you, Alexa. It's what friends are for after all. She bites on her thumb, drawing blood. With a hum on her lips, she etches a small, bloody heart on the paper and sends the raven fluttering away. SOPHIE EL: And oh how I love to beat my sister out of this egotistical state she finds herself in. |
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| Ashley Sullivan | Nov 14 2017, 09:02 PM Post #6 |
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![]() Tiffany Jay is waiting backstage next to a closed door, a sign reading "medical trainer" label across the top half. After a second, it swings open before Ashley Sullivan walks out carrying her Hybrid Championship belt tentatively with her. The Hybrid Champion stops in an instant when Tiffany puts a hand on her arm. TIFFANY JAY: Ashley... after your Hybrid Championship title defense, both you and your opponent Ashley Maldano obviously needed some medical help after your match. Since you just came out of the trainer's room, can I ask about your status? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: My status? It's one of surprise. Yeah, I almost knocked myself on that hard head of hers, but that's not the thing that's really got me thrown off. You know, of all the people that have tried to tear me down, say that I don't have a place in this business, people at the very top of this game to people on the bottom that are just jealous all they can do is look up, SHE was actually the one to step up and try to back up what she says. It saddens me that there are so many spineless cowards in wrestling that have to hide behind their Twitter bios. But you know what, that's now Ashley #2. She did was no one else had the guts to do and backed up her game. Ashley pauses for a few seconds, taking a moment to regain herself and wipe at her hair. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: And that's exactly what I wanted to get out of someone. I wanted someone to finally show some god damned fire for what we do each and every time we go out there in that ring. For good or bad, I wanted to see some kind of passion. No matter who it was, I wanted to look across that ring and see someone that actually gave a sh*t. Ask and you shall receive right? I got what I wanted in a way, but in another way, I didn't get everything did I? A pass concussion test later, we still have a job undone. So if Maldano is watching this, believe me what I say that we aren't finished yet. Without another word, Ashley slings that Hybrid Championship title belt over her shoulder as she takes in a deep breath before walking off camera to the side. |
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| Lyza Reyes | Nov 14 2017, 11:54 PM Post #7 |
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Following the conclusion of Subversion 29, HKW talent and production crew begin to depart from the Mexico City Arena. Some are seen walking away seemingly satisfied, as others could murder newly hatched chicks with the intensity of their scowl. Interviewer, Tiffany Jay is seen strategically stationed near the venue exit looking through her phone in between interviews. At the sound of wheels rolling along the concrete floor, she perks up, putting her phone away. She raises the mic as she approaches the owner of the carry-on spinner being dragged along the corridor. TIFFANY JAY: Lyza! May I have your thoughts on what occurred tonight? You were scheduled to defend the Interbrand Television Championship against Subversion roster member, Ashley Marie Chase. As things were picking up, Cedric Chambers came out and interfered which led to the match being called a no-contest. Tiffany points the microphone towards Lyza, now seen on camera with a sly smirk on her face. She’s refreshed and dressed in comfortable clothing consisting of black yoga pants, Nike Frees, and a heather gray hooded long sleeve shirt. She lets Tiffany summarize the events that took place before responding. LYZA REYES: Just when I thought Ashley Chase shook things up, Cedric took to my invitation and openness to accepting any challenge to a different level. He didn’t have to interfere in my bout with Ashley, nor did Aries the slinger of Steaks, but everyone’s got their way of making a statement. If I tried to rationalize these displays of...interest, we’d be here all night and I kind of want to get back on American soil before Trump decides to press the big “ban” button on anyone with a surname ending in “e-s,” “e-z,” and so on. She raises her right index finger, mockingly pushing a nonexistent button. LYZA REYES: I'm not a fan of tomfoolery when I want to prove that I am a legit fighting champion and deserving of whatever opportunities are presented to me. But as I recall expressing to Lola J months back, you can expect anything to go down as the Interbrand Television Champion. Who wouldn't want to make appearances on other brands and represent their own in the process Now, this is going to be good news for Cedric, so hear me out. Here's a take on my culture...whenever there’s a party, there’s no RSVP or headcount prior to. You simply rent a huge venue, provide enough food and drinks for your guests and their last minute plus ones or twos. Pull up a chair and acquaint yourself with everyone else, Cedric. Party crashers are welcome, and when all’s said and done, you can’t accuse me of being a bad hostess. A curtsy from the ITV Champion. She now looks directly into the camera. LYZA REYES: Is anyone else indecisive about their next move? Are your current plans underwhelming? Do you wish to enter a dimension that can potentially disorient you, and make you feel as though you accidentally slipped a Listerine breath strip laced with LSD? If you’ve nodded your head at least once to any of these questions, then I’ve got a solution for you: show up. And bring gifts. With that, Lyza pulls her carry-on, making her way out of the Mexico City Arena as the scene fades out. |
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| Elijah Carlson | Nov 15 2017, 10:49 AM Post #8 |
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Tiffany Jay manages to catch Elijah Carlson just as he’s exiting his locker room, prepared to leave the arena and get on with the post show activities he had planned and then eventually to get back home to his family. Those things would have to wait, however, as Eli shifted the weight of his bag from his shoulder, dropping it down to the floor with an annoyed glance at the interviewer, gesturing with his hand for her to hurry things up. TIFFANY JAY: Eli, perhaps more than anyone else tonight, your actions have left the fans and, really, everyone asking a single question. Why? Rolling his eyes, he glanced at her and his expression clearly read one single word. Really? A word that he immediately expressed in response to her question. ELI CARLSON: Really. That’s the question that you want to ask? Why? I thought I made myself pretty clear “why” all night long. I’ve been fine tuned in some of the hottest fires that the wrestling world has to offer. I’ve stood in the ring with legends like Jair Hopkins, Dakota Smith and Jason Cashe. And then I come here, to Subversion, and I’m told that in my Subversion debut I’m going to be facing a former HKW Champion. And that I’m going to be given the opportunity to showcase my abilities. As I stood there in the ring watching everything unfold, do you know what I realized? I realized that I had been lied to, and that’s impressive because I worked for Perry Wallace. Lies are something that are something that’s a bit of second nature to me. And yet there I stood, duped. Trying to redirect his answer, Tiffany began to speak but Eli held up a finger cutting her off. ELI CARLSON: I’m getting there, hoe. Be patient. I’ve got a wife and a daughter to think about these days. And as I stood there watching that crazy b**ch from VHS walk down the ring, I wasn’t about to let her slaughter me in the middle of the ring for some b-list horror movie. Like I said. It’s almost Thanksgiving. I’m not about to sacrifice my soul. Not for some showcase match. Not for Subversion. Not for HKW. Not for anyone. TIFFANY JAY: Actually.. Eli. I think the fans are more curious as to why you set your sights on Chris Night. Wasn’t eliminating him from the Gold Opportunity Rumble enough? Chuckling to himself, Eli rolled his eyes and then sighed. ELI CARLSON: Was that enough? Well maybe for some people. But not for me. I’ve watched people like Chris Night skate by for years without anyone calling them out on their bullsh*t. They go and they promise the world to the fans, to their opponents, to the people who spend their time and energy putting these events together and they continuously disappoint them. Now I understand that most of the people in the back are concerned about themselves. They want championships and glory. I want those things, too. But I want them in an industry that has been freed of fraud like Chris Night. Call it a crusade. Call it a holy war. Call it whatever the hell you want to. I’m fighting for the soul of this industry that I’ve given my blood, my sweat, my tears to. But I’m not a complete jerk, as some would have you believe. I gave him the opportunity to prove that that’s not what he is. I didn’t even ask him to do it on his own. I let him have his flavor of the week out there with him, helping him. And you know what? Hands on his hips, Eli stared at Tiffany expecting her to provide some sort of response. When she didn’t he rolled his eyes and continued on. ELI CARLSON: All of those promises he made before I came out and cut him off, he failed to keep them once again. By the time I’m done with Chris Night there’s not going to be anything left of him. Nothing but broken promises, unfulfilled guarantees and the knowledge that he is the one wrestler in this business that can be singularly identified with the word failure. Abject f***king failure. And that, Tiffany, is a promise and a guarantee from me. Reaching down and picking up his bag, Eli brushed past her without another word, ending the interview and leaving the girl staring after him with a perplexed look on her face. |
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| Dirty Waters | Nov 17 2017, 10:34 AM Post #9 |
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Following the chaotic scene to close Subversion, the backstage cameras catch one of the participants in the hijinx, "The Warhound" Beth Keaton walking down the hall. She's wincing slightly and holding her neck, before she notices the camera crew. Beth gives a vigorous rub to the back of her neck before dropping her hands to her sides and giving a pained smile. BETH KEATON: Hi, so I guess got spiked out on my head out there. That didn't quite go how I planned, but no regrets. I saw someone getting beaten up two on one, and that's the type of thing the Warhound has to stand up for. A beat skips. BETH KEATON: Awoo. She re-gathers herself. BETH KEATON: And even if I knew that's what was going to happen, I wouldn't have done anything different. It wasn't just the right thing to do, but I'm heading into an Elimination Chamber with five of the best wrestlers out there for the Global title. I know to survive something like that, it's going to hurt, I'm going to get knocked down, so I need to be ready to take that and keep getting back up. Beth puffs her chest out, putting on her best brave face. BETH KEATON: It's going to be a challenge, but that's what wrestling's all about. I know everyone in the match now, and I've shared the ring with a lot of them already. I know how tough they are, and now I know what it feels like to get that close to that title, competing at the highest level. So knowing all of that, I know this is gonna be an even bigger challenge. Taking a deep breath and deciding she's done for now, she waves and walks off, giving her neck another small rub before the scene fades out. |
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