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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:18 PM Post #1 |
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13-21 in NABA
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:22 PM Post #2 |
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13-21 in NABA
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![]() The rhythmic tip-tap of Erin Mariani’s high-heeled boots echoes through the hallways of the Wells Fargo Center as she purposefully strides past various backstage workers, making sure to give each and every one of them a look to let them know it’s a matter of time before She will be carrying a title belt which, while being a little too gaudy for her tastes, represents the sort of power she craves As she continues to make her way through the arteries of the arena at the pace She has set for herself, Sara Mason slinks out of what appears to be one of the arena’s conference rooms with a pair of champagne flutes casually dangling between the fingers of her right hand and a look of sheer disappointment upon her face SARA MASON: Nobody so much as batted an eyelid. Letting out a tut at having her entertainment so thoroughly spoiled by nobody playing along, Mason hands one of the flutes over to her partner, although she maintains her louche grasp on the other flute ERIN MARIANI: I cannot believe the staff here would be so primitive as to expect us to sip a little celebratory Veuve Clicquot from plastic cups. With a theatrical rolls of the eyes Mariani turns on her heels and begins to walk the other way, while Mason gives a sarcastic wave to those in the room she just left who have (presumably) heard everything that was just said before she follows As she follows, a thought pops into Mason’s head SARA MASON: Hey, E, I was wondering…shouldn’t we be paying the Lower Strata a little visit this evening, just to give them a taste of what’ll happen to them later on? Stopping in her tracks, Mariani whips around to face her partner and raises a finger so fast it makes the air around the digit crack ERIN MARIANI: As much as the thought crossed my mind, and we certainly could do with punishing the duo not only for attempting to delay the inevitable but also showing their appalling degree of stupidity, the pair of them are no doubt expecting some kind of retribution. So rather than give them what they want, we should let them spend the evening looking over their shoulder, breaking out in a cold sweat every time they hear a sound they weren’t expecting, and yet…nothing. Mariani pauses for a moment so she can chuckle at the thought before she continues ERIN MARIANI: Let them be worried, let them be nervous, but most of all let them walk into the arena under the fool impression that the worst has passed. But when they do… Mariani simply clicks the fingers on her free hand ERIN MARIANI: …they discover they were so very, very wrong in their assumption, and we’ll take far more from them than just those titles they believe make them look like anything other than a pair of outmatched fools who sowed the seeds of their inevitable destruction. As an exclamation point to what she says, Mariani clinks her empty champagne flute to the one still nonchalantly hanging from Mason’s hand ERIN MARIANI: I would say that was worth celebrating with a few glasses of the good stuff. And perhaps if the other two behave themselves, we might let them have a sip to drown their sorrows. But only if they beg. Letting out a dark laugh at whatever scenario she’s planning for Harter and Annie, Mariani once again begins to walk back in the direction of Silk & Cyanide’s locker room – with Mason walking perfectly in step with her, sharing in the laughter at what they have in mind for later this evening… ![]() Previously Recorded As the scene fades in Upper Echelon’s World Tag Team Champions are seen riding in the backseat of an all black Chevy Suburban with their titles resting either on their laps or on their shoulders. Emilio Vialpando stares down at his Bloodlust Championship for a moment. He then looks over to Jinzai who was looking out the window. One of the bodyguards in the SUV hands Emilio a blunt the he rolled earlier in the day along with a lighter. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Hermano...You remember the day I brought you in on the fold? Into the familia? Emilio takes a pull from the blunt and laughs to himself. EMILIO VIALPANDO: I didn’t have no business being hard on you or even just being cold hearted towards you...I didn’t know anybody I guess. I treated everyone like that though. But um… He nods to himself as he takes another pull. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You knew what it was. You knew was ready for it. You was groomed for this shit already. I ain’t have to hold your hand in this shit or anything. Hell breh...You was probably more primed and ready for this shit than any of us at that time. Emilio hands Jinzai the blunt. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Told your ass you don’t like the shit we bout to do around here and what we bout to be pushing for...Take your ass elsewhere. Go someplace else and hope they thank you for your services when you ready to call it quits out of the blue after you ain’t truly done shit to deserve anything close to it. I ain’t got time for that lame shit. Told you we tryna become living legends in this shit. You was ready. You was down for the cause. Especially after being under the wing of one already you knew what it was gonna take. Emilio goes quiet for a moment and looks out the window. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Lemme ask you something breh...What made you wanna get into this shit? Why did you agree to all of this at that point in time? Jinzai glances over his shoulder at Emilio, then back out of the window as he placed the blunt in his mouth. JINZAI: I wanted to be great, Hebi -- Jin pauses, before shaking his head slightly. JINZAI: No… I wanted to be a legend. Emilio nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah, yeah….But why do you wanna be? Jin glances back at Emilio once more, a small frown on his features for a brief moment as he wrings his hands in his lap. JINZAI:... I wanna be because that’s who I am. I’m not just some guy walking through the curtains, happy to be here or collecting a paycheck. I’m a Living Legend in the making. One of the best to do it. Vialpando smirks. EMILIO VIALPANDO: There you go. Yeah...That’s what I wanna hear. You doing it breh. You doing it. As long as we stick together? We gonna continue to do it. Unlearn all that basic shit we learned back in the day. That shit gonna get us killed nowadays. All that nice guy shit? Nah breh. No more of that. Not en this familia. No more breh. None. Jinzai gives a small chuckle, before he glances back at Emilio with a smirk of his own JINZAI: Remember how all this started… this exact convo we’re having right now. Stayed in the arena parking lot for about an hour or two after the show ended and what did I say to end it? That I’d do whatever you guys wanted me to, to prove I was really about everything I said I was. That I’d put in whatever work I needed to for me to get there. Jin’s smirk widens a little as he passes the blunt back to Emilio. JINZAI: … Still willing to do whatever it takes now to stay here, Hebi. Emilio looks at him for a moment as he holds the blunt. He chuckles to himself and nods. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Jaja, my nigga...My nigga jaja. Well for starters open ya window breh. This ain’t no hot box. The two laugh as Capone who was sitting in front of them is smoking his cigar shaking his head. TONY CAPONE: I should’ve rode with Jax and Felicity if I knew you two were gonna be rehearsing movie scenes again. The scene fades away with Capone still shaking his head. ![]() DOM HARTER: 245 days... He says as the scene opens backstage where Dom Harter, clad in his ring attire and leather jacket, is standing. His hands clasped together behind his head as he stands in his locker room, in front of the green metallic lockers. DOM HARTER: That's how long I've waited for this night. How long it's been since my last title opportunity here in HKW, when I lost to Felicity Banks at Titletown. 224 days since that night in Japan, when Upper Echelon attacked me and the others. And I've waited... He stresses the last word, letting it linger in the air for a moment as he lowers his arms. DOM HARTER: ...waited for this chance to not only finally win a title here in HKW, but to take one from Upper Echelon. Because at Divine Supremacy I struck my first blow back against them, when I beat Tony Carmine in that ring. But when one door closes, another opens, and UE walked away from Divine Supremacy with the HKW World Tag Team titles. And after that...I knew what I'd have to do next. I knew what it'd take to complete the next step of this journey, and as much as I resented getting teamed with-- ANNIE ZELLOR: Me! She interrupts Dom, yelling from off screen before finally walking into shot. Annie is also ready dressed in her ring attire, with her matching leather jacket and bandana on. A wide smile on her face as she stands in front of her boyfriend and tag team partner. Dom just nods. DOM HARTER: At first, yeah. But that Defiance when we managed to pick up the victory against Jinzai and Emilio, I knew we were onto something special. ANNIE ZELLOR: And Silk & Cyanide knew it too, 'cause they started to take offense to us being around. To us 'jumping' the queue and maybe getting a tag title shot ahead of them. DOM HARTER: They won their shot at Divine Supremacy, and then there we were, beating the champions. I can see how it stuck in their craw, but it's a moot point right now, right? He asks, hypothetically. ANNIE ZELLOR: 'Cause a few weeks ago at Fool's Gold we were supposed to settle that. And one of us were supposed to walk away as the rightful number one contenders! DOM HARTER: But Upper Echelon had other ideas. Dom chuckles, running a hand through his hair again as Annie just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ANNIE ZELLOR: You two messed up. 'Cause know you don't just have two pissed off opponents in that ring with you. You've got four! She holds up the matching number of fingers as she speaks, just for emphasis. ANNIE ZELLOR: We know you're good. You wouldn't be champs if you weren't. You wouldn't be on top of HKW is you weren't good. We know this! The whole world knows this. But you wanna talk about how you beat The Swiss Italian Connection, or Shootcamp or...or... DOM HARTER: Danse Macabre, or Blonde Ambition. He helps her out with the other names, and Annie gives him a thumbs up as thanks. ANNIE ZELLOR: Them too. But Silk & Cyanide are a step above most of them, guys. They're experienced, they're a well oiled machine. And even then, what me and Dom lack in experience together, we make up for by being two of the best tag team wrestlers in HKW today! Like 13 tag titles reigns between us, success all around the world. And you guys thought it was a good idea to wanna piss us all off?! Annie shakes her head as she mouths the words 'nuh uh'. DOM HARTER: So kiss those belts good-bye, boys. Because after 245 days, we're done with waiting. And we're coming to collect. With that, Dom pulls up his bandana so that it's covering his mouth. Annie pulls a #grrface for the camera, complete with the devil horns as Dom poses with his arms out to the side. And the show cuts elsewhere as the Tenacious Wrecking Crew leave their locker room, ready for the upcoming match. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a triple threat tag team match for the HKW World Tag Team Championships! I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the some of crowd begin to boo, while others cheer. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter and Annie Zellor step out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face, as Annie poses in front of him; she’s crouched down with her biceps flexed, their matching leather jackets and bandanas visible for all to see. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 355 pounds ... He is 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' DOM HARTER! She is ANNIE ZELLOR! And they are the TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW! They begin to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction that are coming from the fans. Annie happily slaps hands with all the fans along the way, as Harter climbs up the ring steps and holds the ropes opens for Annie to enter the ring. Once inside the squared circle, Annie climbs up to the middle rope and slips her leather jacket off her shoulders, posing for a moment. On the other side of the ring, Harter has climbed the opposite turnbuckle, posing with an arm up in the air. The pair step down from the turnbuckle and removes their jackets and bandanas, sharing a quick kiss together before heading to their corner. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… The arena lights dim as the sound of a woman's laugh heavy with contempt echoes through the arena, which soon segues into the bassline of "She's Gone Away" signals the arrival of Erin Mariani and Sara Mason as the duo slink onto the entrance ramp and pause for a moment, with Mariani looking towards the ring in disgust while Mason looks as if she's waiting for any excuse to start a fight You dig in places till your fingers bleed Spread the infection, where you spill your seed The pair turn their heads towards one another and share a conspiratorial look before they slowly turn their attention back towards the ring and without a moment's hesitation the pair begin to walk towards the ring, keeping in step with one another and maintaining focus on what they have planned for the sorry individuals that await them I can't remember what she came here for I can't remember much of anything anymore Once the duo reach ringside Mariani climbs the ring steps and climbs the ropes so she's perched with one foot upon the top turnbuckle as she literally looks down upon Her opponent while, at the same time, Mason dives under the bottom rope and slides into the ring and quickly rises to a knee and looks directly towards their entertainment for this evening WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way to the ring...at a total divine weight of 248lbs, they are the team of Erin Mariani and Sara Mason...SILK & CYANIDE She's gone, she's gone, she's gone away She's gone, she's gone, she's gone away Having staked their place in the ring, Mariani vaults over the ropes and twists in mid-air so she lands on Her feet in the corner while looking directly towards the opponent while Mason slowly crawls back towards the same corner while maintaining a stare in the opponent's direction the entire time before she reaches to her sides to pull herself into a crouching position Away... Away... As the duo await the opening bell Mason gestures towards the opponents, daring them to come a little closer to see what will happen, while Mariani wears a bemused smirk upon Her face knowing full well what the duo have in mind for the poor souls standing across the ring from them WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… As the scene fades back at ringside, the lighting goes pitch black as “Upper Echelon” by. Travis Scott feat. T.I. & 2 Chainz fades in. On the titantron a series of animal faces flash on the screen. As the horn sounds the lights being to flash like strobe lights until the actual song hits. Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (roll out) We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon The camera pans down at the stage and there stood the duo of thee Upper Echelon, , the HKW World Tag Team Champions, Emilio Vialpando & Jinzai! In the middle of them was their manager Tony Capone. Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (roll out) We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon The three men looked out to the crowd listening to their mixtures of cheers and boos. Emilio and Jinzai look at one another nodding symbolizing they was ready. The two speed demon duo sprints down the ramp and slide into the ring while Capone calmly walks down the ramp ignoring the fans on his way down. WHISPER VIPERI: On their way to the ring….At an combined weight of 395 lbs. and both standing at 6 feet tall...The Snake & The Dragon…...They are the HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.....Emilio Vialpando & Jinzai…UPPER ECHELON!!!!! Both Emilio and Jinzai sprint over corner turnbuckles across from one another taunting the fans while holding up their championship belts. They hop back down and move to the next turnbuckles doing the same. As Capone reaches the ring he applauds the two men. After they hop down from the turnbuckles they head over to their corner and talk with Capone until the match begins. HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH UPPER ECHELON © vs. SILK & CYANIDE vs. TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW DING! DING! DING! The bell sounds to start the contest off as Jinzai, Annie, and Erin are all in the ring to represent their respective teams. The crowd here in Philadelphia rallying behind the Tenacious Wrecking Crew as Annie looks towards Erin for a moment. Jinzai’s egging them on, urging the two to fight it out…before they both look towards the champion. BRIAN MASON: I don’t think Jinzai’s going to like where this is going, Jack. A right hand from Erin Mariani rocks the champion, and he spins around into a right hand from Annie! The crowd cheer again as Jinzai gets passed back and forth between the challengers, before they both back him against the ropes. An Irish whip follows, and Jinzai is sent across the ring, before charges in with a flying knee strike that knocks him out through the ropes, all the way to the outside. Zellor takes a moment to pose, telling Jinzai “that’s whats up!” – before Erin catches her from behind with a double axhandle! JACK WARREN: Annnd she paid for her showboating ways already, Mase. I don’t think that girl is ever gonna learn her lesson. BRIAN MASON: The teamwork we saw early on has broken down already. Looks like Silk & Cyanide want those titles as much as anyone else. Mariani continues hammering away with shots to the back, before sending Annie across the ring with an Irish whip. But Erin follows her in, and drives a knee into the gut with a kitchen sink, as Annie flips over and lands back first. A few stomps for good measure, and Erin tags out to Sara Mason. Silk & Cyanide take the opportunity to double team their opponent; Erin hitting a short arm clothesline as she keeps hold of the arm. Annie gets dragged up to a seated position as Sara rushes in with a sliding clothesline. And she goes for the first cover of the match. ONE! TWO! Annie gets the shoulder up in plenty of time, but she’s also helped out by Jinzai on the outside as he drags Mason out under the bottom rope. A spin kick doubles Sara over, before Jinzai slams her face first into the ring apron. Mason staggers away as Jinzai rolls back into the ring, eyeing up the seated Annie Zellor. He connects with a few kicks to the spine before dragging Annie back to her feet. A front facelock is applied, and Jinzai moves towards his corner, where he makes the tag out to Emilio. On the other side of the ring, Dom Harter is left helpless as he calls out, watching as his tag team partner is stomped in the corner. Eventually, Jinzai leaves the ring, as Emilio takes a run up to perform a facewash on Zellor. He drags her out of the corner and hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! This time it’s Mason who drags Emilio out of the ring, before delivering a chop to the throat. He staggers back, but Sara grabs him and slams him head first into the apron, before throwing the tag champion towards the guard rail. Erin Mariani joins her partner in the double team attack as Silk & Cyanide start stomping at Vialpando – before Jinzai arrives on the scene. He catches Mariani from behind with a forearm shot, before going after Mason. Jinzai going back and forth, doing his best before the numbers game turns against him. BRIAN MASON: Jinzai saving his tag team partner there, but he might be in a bind right now. JACK WARREN: He’s a rose between two thorns there, Mase. And he’s about to get stung! The Silk & Cyanide members catch Jinzai with a knee to the gut to double him over, before they start clobbering at his back. Emilio gets back to his feet to help his partner as the four break off into two pairs to trade blows back and forth. BRIAN MASON: Wait a minute… He says as, inside the ring, the members of the Tenacious Wrecking Crew run against the far rope for momentum, before coming back with dual suicide dives that take out all four opponents on the outside! The crowd pop in delight as Dom & Annie pick themselves up and high five each other. Dom even taking a moment to play to the crowd as if to say, “yeah, I just did that!” before he rolls Emilio back into the ring. JACK WARREN: Did I just see that, Mase? Did Dom Harter perform a suicide dive? BRIAN MASON: Apparently you can teach an old dog new tricks, Jack. Harter brings Emilio to a corner, bouncing his head off the top turnbuckle before Emilio falls back against the pads. From there Dom stomps at the midsection of his opponent, before climbing to the middle rope for the ten punch combo. The crowd counting along with each punch, until finally Dom steps back down. An Irish whip follows, and Harter charges in with a running double knee strike to his opponent! A spinning sitout spinebuster follows, and Dom covers. ONE! TWO! But Emilio kicks out in time. Dom wastes no time in standing back up, moving into position to lift Emilio up too, when Sara Mason catches him from behind with a chopblock. Down goes the Tenacious Little Bastard, but he’s quickly back on a vertical base as he lunges forward with a clothesline attempt. Mason ducks under the arm and runs against the ropes. As she comes back, Dom lowers his head for a back body drop. But Sara puts on the brakes and counters with a European uppercut. Harter staggers back, dropping to one knee as Sara charges in again, performing a step up hurricanrana this time. She keeps hold of the leg though, bringing herself into a pinning predicament. ONE! TWO! Before Emilio makes the save with an axhandle to Mason’s head! Jinzai finds himself getting tagged in, however, and the champions target Harter with a double team suplex. Jinzai floats over into the cover. ONE! TWO! Before Mason makes the save. Sara brings Jinzai back to his feet, but the champion pushes her arms away before firing off some forearm shots of his own. He runs against the ropes for momentum, only for Erin Mariani to catch Jinzai with a knee to the back. He staggers away from the ropes, just as Sara Mason rebounds off them with a single handed bulldog! She gets back up and tags out to Erin, and Silk & Cyanide move Jinzai to the corner for a double team stomp session! BRIAN MASON: Silk & Cyanide have taken control of this one, Jack. Do you think we’ll be seeing new champions tonight? JACK WARREN: Look, Mase, as good as these two are, there’s nobody on the Defiance roster who can dethrone Upper Echelon. Those are the best of the best. BRIAN MASON: Maybe so, but they’ve got their hands full tonight. First this tag title defense, then later on we’ll see Felicity Banks taking on Tyberius King in singles action. The referee finally ushers Sara out of the ring as Erin continues stomping at Jinzai. She turns him upside down, placing him in a tree of woe position before applying a choke hold with her foot. The official counts for the break, which he gets after four. Mariani backs away from the corner, and gets tapped on the shoulder. She turns around and gets popped POW! BRIAN MASON: Right in the kisser! A hard right hand from Annie Zellor connecting, and Erin gets knocked down! She’s quick back to her feet, so Annie knocks her down with another hard right! The crowd rallying behind Zellor as a dropkick connects, sending Erin stumbling back across the ring. Mariani recovers quickly, though, and rushes at Annie – NO! Zellor catches her with a monkey flip, sending Erin right into Jinzai in the corner! Mariani rolls out of the ring as Jinzai falls to the mat. Jinzai picks himself up, propping himself up against the bottom turnbuckle as Annie takes a run up, and she drills Jinzai with the Sparklebutt! JACK WARREN: Oh the humanity! The best butt in wrestling driven straight into Jinzai’s face, and Annie drags him away from the corner to cover. ONE! TWO! But Jinzai gets the shoulder up in time. Annie applies a front facelock and makes the tag out to Dom. He enters the ring as Annie exposes Jinzai’s ribcage, allowing Harter to deliver a stiff kick to the ribs. He follows up with a couple of knee strikes to the midsection, before throwing Jinzai down with a body slam. With authority! Harter tags back out to Annie as she starts climbing the turnbuckle. Dom holding Jinzai’s legs apart for the diving headbutt! JACK WARREN: What are they trying to do to him, Mase?! BRIAN MASON: The Tenacious Wrecking Crew working together like a well oiled machine here, and they know how to get under the skin of their opponents, Jack. Jinzai rolls away in pain, clutching his crown jewels as he escapes under the bottom rope. On the outside, however, he meets Erin Mariani again. But the two don’t have time to react, as Zellor flies over the top rope with a springboard crossbody that takes them both out! Annie stands back up to pose for the crowd, only to have Sara Mason arrive on the scene; she dives off the apron, taking Zellor down with a hurricanrana! Mason’s met by Dom Harter, though, as the two start trading blows on the outside. The referee can only watch on, knowing there’s no count outs in a match like this. Zellor gets back to her feet as well, as does Erin Mariani. But the four of them can only watch in amazement as, seemingly out of nowhere, Emilio Vialpando flies over the top with a triangle asai moonsault that takes them all out! BRIAN MASON: What a move there by Emilio Vialpando! JACK WARREN: He can certainly fly, Mase. One of the best in the world right there, and he’s showing the reason why Upper Echelon are on top of HKW right now. A “holy shit” chant breaking out among the crowd as Vialpando rolls Annie back into the ring. Jinzai follows suit, and the champions have Annie in their sights. Emilio lifts her up for a spinebuster as Jinzai delivers a superkick, and down goes Annie Zellor! Emilio gets the tag in to become the legal man as he scales the turnbuckle, leaping off with a frog splash before going for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NOO! Annie throwing the shoulder up in the nick of time, and Emilio just shakes his head. He makes the tag out to Jinzai, and UE work together again, this time delivering an STO/Russian legsweep combination. And Jinzai covers this time. ONE! TWO! THR-NOO! Annie getting the shoulder up again, as Jinzai tells her to “stay down”. The frustration beginning to show as Jinzai drags his opponent back to a vertical base. Emilio lifts him boot up onto the top rope, and Annie finds herself rammed head first into it as Jinzai tags out again. El Serpeinte enters the ring and stomps at the prone Annie Zellor. A quick slap around the back of the head before he lifts her back to her feet. BRIAN MASON: Annie doesn’t look to be faring too well here, Jack. JACK WARREN: The champions are having their way with her, Mase. As they should. Emilio connects with a bicycle kick, sending Annie staggering against the ropes. She rebounds off them, and Emilio scoops her up across his shoulder for the fireman carry neckbreaker – when Mason catches him with a double knee chestbreaker! Zellor rolls away, and out under the bottom rope to catch her breath as, inside the ring, Mason picks Emilio up again. An inverted atomic drop connects, and Sara makes the tag out to Erin. Mariani enters the ring and kneels down on one knee, allowing her partner to bulldog Emilio Vialpando down across the knee. And suddenly Silk & Cyanide have the advantage again. Jinzai rushes the ring, trying to save his partner, but Erin throws him down with a scoop slam. Jinzai sits up, holding his back in pain as Erin runs against the ropes, coming back with a dropkick to the face! And Jinzai rolls away out of the ring, giving Dom the chance to rush into the ring, but his clothesline attempt is ducked and countered by an arm trap swinging neckbreaker, sending him rolling out of the ring as well. JACK WARREN: Silk & Cyanide clearing the ring here, and they look like they want to end this one now. BRIAN MASON: We could have new champions in a second, Jack. Could we be about to see the Devil in the Flesh? Erin makes the tag out to her partner, and Sara is quick to enter the ring this time. She delivers the Falling Idol to a kneeling Emilio, and down goes the champion. Mason takes a moment to stand over her prone foe, before kneeling down to look him dead in the eye. The crowd know what’s coming next as Sara Mason waits for Emilio to stand back up. BRIAN MASON: This could be it! Vialpando is slow back to his feet, pausing for a moment as he kneels there. An impatient Sara Mason yelling out for him to stand up. As he does so, she lunges at him with Aphrodite’s Sweet Dream (heel kick to the back of the head) – NO! Emilio ducks, and dives around the back for a Zig Zag! JACK WARREN: YES! What a counter there by Emilio! And the champions are still in this one! Mason is down, and not moving as Emilio begins to crawl over to make the cover. Meanwhile, on the outside, Jinzai pulls Erin off the apron to stop her from interrupting the pin fall, as Emilio drapes an arm across the chest of Sara Mason… ONE! TWO! THR-NOO! JACK WARREN: What the– Harter diving in to make the save, and the crowd cheer again! He brings Emilio to a vertical base and fires off repeated forearm strikes to the face, backing the champion into the corner. Mason is just getting to her feet in the opposite corner, and Dom charges at her with a Yakuza kick that damn near takes her head off! An Irish whip follows, and Emilio finds himself sandwiched between the turnbuckle and Sara Mason as Harter rushes in with an avalanche attack! Mason staggers out of the corner, doubled over in pain as Dom hits the ropes, coming back with a running knee lift to the face! Sara stands upright, spinning on the spot, before Harter drills her with a Samoan driver! But he doesn’t make the cover this time. BRIAN MASON: Look out, Jack, Dom Harter is clearing house in there. JACK WARREN: I don’t know where he got this second wind from, Mase, but I don’t like it one bit! Harter grabs Emilio out of the corner and sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip, before driving him into the mat with a pop up powerbomb! The Tenacious Little Bastard standing tall as he looks towards the corner. Zellor is calling out for the tag, which she gets with a slap, backslap, and fist bump combination, before climbing up onto Dom’s shoulders. The Tenacious Wrecking Crew wait for Sara to get back to her feet before Annie gets launched! She drops Mason with a codebreaker, holding on as Dom follows up with a senton bomb to complete the Bad Blood! And Annie covers, hooking the leg for good measure! BRIAN MASON: We could have new champions! ONE! TWO! THR-NOO! JACK WARREN: Thank you! He says as Erin Mariani drags Annie out of the ring. Zellor attempts a clothesline, but it’s ducked and countered by Lilith’s Kiss! The bicycle knee strike taking Annie down on the outside as Erin rolls into the ring. But she’s met by a boot to the gut from Dom Harter, before he hooks her arms for a lifting double underhook facebuster! BRIAN MASON: The Last Exit connects! But Dom’s joy is short lived as Jinzai rolls into the ring behind him. The crowd trying to warn The Tenacious Little Bastard. But to no avail. He turns around, right into the Jinzai Cutter! JACK WARREN: Bodies everywhere right now! Jinzai stand over his foe, and laughs in the face of an unconscious Dom Harter. But he doesn’t see Sara Mason sneak up behind him with a low blow! He howls in pain as Mason recomposes herself, and she drills the tag champion with the Le Dernier Tournant! BRIAN MASON: That has to be it! Mason is about to cover, when Emilio Vialpando stands back up. He’s waiting behind Mason, beckoning her to get back to her feet. As she does so, Emilio spins her around and doubles her over with a boot to the gut, before hitting the Vibora Strike! JACK WARREN: There it is, Mase! Emilio Vialpando is the last man standing! BRIAN MASON: Wait a minute– He says as Emilio starts gloating in the center of the ring, only to turn around to see Annie Zellor springboard into the ring with Rough n Tumble II! The crowd erupt in cheers as Zellor connects, and Emilio collapses to the mat. Annie picks herself back up, mustering up what has to be the last of her strength as she stands there for a moment, inspecting the carnage all around her. She starts to head towards Emilio, ready to cover– BRIAN MASON: Oh, what’s he doing now?! He asks, as Tony Capone enters the ring for the first time. The manager has remained largely inconspicuous in the UE corner thus far, but now he has a chair in hand. The referee tries to stop him, but Tony swings and nails Annie across the back! The cheers turn to boos as Capone rears back again, this time connecting with a chair shot to the head! Zellor goes down, and Tony drapes Emilio’s arm across her chest… BRIAN MASON: This is a robbery! Highway robbery by Tony Capone here! JACK WARREN: The referee has no choice here, Mase. Indeed. The official looks around. But he knows there’s no disqualifications in a match like this, so he starts to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners, and STILL HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … UPPER ECHELON! “Upper Echelon” starts playing throughout the arena as the crowd continue booing. On the outside, Tony Capone collects the belts for his clients, before returning to the ring. Along with the referee, he helps Emilio and Jinzai back to their feet, and the three men begin to celebrate. BRIAN MASON: The Tenacious Wrecking Crew had this match won. We should have new champions right now, but Tony Capone stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. JACK WARREN: The numbers advantage. I’m sure all of their opponents know about that, Mase, but tonight it didn’t work in their favor. Silk & Cyanide collect themselves on the outside, looking up in disgust at their opponents. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Dom is helping Annie back to her feet as she holds her head in pain. WINNERS AND STILL HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: UPPER ECHELON (20:46) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:25 PM Post #3 |
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![]() The scene opens up backstage, just as as UE’s Emilio Vialpando & Jinzai make it through the curtains following their Tag Team Championship Match. The duo is ecstatic after once again having snatched victory from the jaws of defeat and surviving both Silk & Cyanide and Dom & Annie. Even Capone has a smirk on his face at having pulled this off. Jinzai yanks two stage hands towards them and wrapped an arm around their shoulders. JINZAI: WE TOLD YOU! WE TOLD THE FRIGGIN WORLD TO NEVER BET AGAINST THE UPPER ECHELON! Jinzai’s so wrapped up in his elation that he doesn’t notice the looks of disgust that they’re getting. EMILIO VIALPANDO: WHO THE HELL CAN BEAT US?! HUH?! NOT A DAMN SOUL?! WE’RE THE BEST TAG TEAM CHAMPS IN ALL OF WRESTLING!?! NOT EVEN TWO FREAKING TEAMS AT THE SAME DAMN TIME CAN TAKE OUR BELTS AWAY FROM US! Emilio says he gives his World Tag Team Championship a huge kiss. The trio keep walking with Lass Bianchi and Jorgo following close behind. Crew workers and several members of the Defiance roster are seen gathering around shaking their heads in disgust at the hubris tag team. Finally, Eli Zayn walks up to the two and even he seems to be tired of their antics, a far cry from his usual self. Despite this, he tries to be professional about it as he raises his mic up. ELI ZAYN: Jinzai… Emilio. Congratulations on winning this match and retaining the HKW Tag Team Championships -- Before Eli can continue, Jinzai wraps an arm around his shoulders and gives a wide grin. JINZAI: Awww, Eli. Why so glum, buddyyyyy? WE WON! We did exactly what we said we’d do. We beat Silk & Cyanide. We beat the Tenacious Wrecking Crew or whatever the f*ck Annie called them. We stepped RIGHT THE FUCK over our ESTEEMED General Manager’s little plan to finally, finally get one over on UE. Why? Because we’re as advertised. We’re the best in the world at what we do. We’re the best Tag Team walking in this or any other organization on the planet. Eli finally has enough as he shrugs himself free of Jinzai’s grasp. ELI ZAYN: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!? How can you be proud of THAT!?! His eyes widen and a hand flies over his mouth as he looks up at the trio in shock at his own words. Jinzai blinks, then slowly turns and looks around as he finally takes note of the disgust and disdain everyone has for them. Emilio stares down at Eli and holsters his World Tag Team Championship on his shoulder. EMILIO VIALPANDO: What? ELI ZAYN: You heard me?! EMILIO VIALPANDO: Oh no you didn’t. No you didn’t. Emilio starts to look around at the eyes on them feeling the warmth of disdain on them. ELI ZAYN: You guys seriously feel good about yourselves after that? Seriously? You honestly think you’re above everyone in this business after...THAT?! Jinzai shook his head, looking around at everyone in the vicinity. JINZAI: Awwwww, you motherfuckers. You disloyal, BITCH MADE ass punks. You think you can call us on this? You all wanna get mad now at how we go about our business?? Okay. Alright. I see now. Jinzai gives a little nod and a mocking little smile as he gestures to everyone present. JINZAI: Silk & Cyanide can kneecap a guy en route to their Title Shot, no harm no foul… but y’all are mad now. Dom and his merry little band - Annie too, she’s far from the innocent little snot you think she is - have done the SAME SHIT on a wider scale for MONTHS, no problem… but you’re mad now. Jin’s openly laughing now, shaking his head. JINZAI: You fuckin’ people let so much slide and so many get by with being arrogant about it. You’ve seen motherfuckers try to commit actual manslaughter and murder on camera, jump people backstage. Seen it all! Jinzai’s smile suddenly disappears as he bangs a hand on a nearby door. JINZAI: BUT. YOU’RE. MAD. NOW. YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS SHIT TO US??? Emilio looks around at everyone laughing a bit and shakes his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Jajaja...Okay...Alright...We bout to tear this world apart on all you bitches. He says while pointing at several wrestlers. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Huh? You think you can do this shit to US?! They both look around shaking their heads. Emilio laughs some more and looks at THEM with disgust. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You ungrateful pieces of shit. You know where this company would be without the likes of us? Huh? Do you people know where in the fuck this company would be if we didn’t carry all you?! DO YOU?! Pinche putas wanna cry about shit. Wanna ruin they own chances in this company then point fingers like other people to blame?! You fucking kidding me?! Emilio shakes his head. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Dumb fucks out here thinking shit should be handed to you. Think you’ve actually earned a DAMN thing around here when you ain’t done half the shit to earn it. The fuck you niggas looking at huh? We carried you fucks on our backs. We’re the reason you idiots getting paid as good as you do. We’re the fucking reason you people can travel the world. People shake their heads. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Nah….Nah cuzz. Don’t pop up out of the blue crying hoping somebody will feel sorry for you when shit don’t go your way months after the fact like somebody did something to you when ya’ll ain’t do not a damn thing to earn what the fuck you clamoring for. Fuck outta here. Look at us! We work for what we got. We actually EARN each and every damn thing we get out this bitch. The fuck do y’all do? Either next to nothing or barely enough thinking you niggas can just skate by. Jaja...Fuck outta here. We’re the Gods around here! Emilio starts to point around to them. EMILIO VIALPANDO: YOU MOTHER FUCKERS WILL BE WRESTLING IN COUNTY FAIRS WHEN WE’RE FINISHED WITH YOU!? Jinzai sneers as he starts pointing people out. JINZAI: Y’all will never see another wrestling ring as long as - You motherfuckers really forgot who we are and what we’ve done?!? We’re UE. We’re the TOP of this fucking company. Nothing happens, nobody breathes or moves without us knowing about it first! Jin screams his point as he snarls up at the crowd of people. JINZAI: WE RUN THIS SHIT, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS JUST WORK HERE! The onlookers finally have enough as they begin to walk away from the scene. Jinzai tries to follow after, but Jorgo manages to get ahold of Jin to make sure he doesn’t do something that he’ll regret. JINZAI: Yeah, that’s right! You better walk away! Go on and walk away. Go back to the families and tell them you threw away the job of a lifetime, cause we’re about to burn ALL those motherfucking contracts! Fuck Romeo, fuck the board, We’re the ones making that call! JINZAI:KING OF THE MONSTERS AIN’T GOT SHIT ON US! WE’RE ON TOP OF THE WOOOOOOOOORLD, BABY! Jinzai’s breathing heavily, a wild look in his eyes as he stares after the group that left. JINZAI: You know what…? Fuck them. Fuck the entire situation. We’re winning anyway, Hebi. In a ring, out of it, we’re winning any-motherfucking-way no matter what they throw at us. Emilio watches them leave and laughs as he holds onto the belt tighter. EMILIO VIALPANDO: You pinche puta can try and shoot us all you...No matter what though, you can’t kill us. Jaja! Keep fucking dreaming people! Keep praying for our demise! It ain’t happening. We ain’t answering your bullshit prayers! Not today! Jaja! The scene begins to fade as everyone has left and the two champions grin as they watch. ![]() BLOODLUST RULES MATCH Felix Vialpando vs Johnny Evil When the match began it was clear that Felix wanted nothing to do with Johnny as he tried to keep as far away from him as possible. At one point it looked like Felix was just going to leave the match all together but no! The lights went out stopping Felix in his tracks! When the lights came back on Johnny was there standing in front of him and it spooked the hell out of Felix. Before he could react, Johnny laid him out with a hard clothesline before putting the boots to the former Global Tag Team Champion. Johnny got him back in the ring where he took control of the match. Felix was able to turn the tables on Johnny after hitting a surprise Superman Punch that bout him some time. Felix was able to keep his breath while Johnny was down then waited for him to get back up to his feet. Once Evil was back up to his feet Felix began to connect with a Boxing Combination before hitting a Snap Suplex. Vialpando then mounted himself on top of Johnny and pounded away at him. Once he stood up to his feet he looked around a bit proud of himself. He shouldn't have got so happy as Johnny was soon back up to his feet and took Felix down with a Sling Blade once he turned around. Johnny regained control of this match up and did everything he could to torture Felix. Wanting to spice things up, Johnny got out of the ring and got a bag of thumb tacs out from under the ring. Felix noticed the tthumb acts and tried to run way from falling victim to them and this just made it easier a Johnny got Felix up and hit a Inverted Double Underhook Facebuster right into the thumb tacts! As the match continue Johnny looked like he was about to put Felix away one and for all, but then the unthinkable happened. The Project Continuum 2.0 manager Tristan Morris hopped onto the ring apron getting Johnny's attention! Johnny tired of hearing Tristan's mouth was about to make an example out of his before he he got turned around by Felix who sprung up to his feet who hits him with a Superman Punch. Felix then follows this up with his Omega Driver finisher, Falcon Call. As he pins Johnny he pulls the tights to ensure he doesn't kick out for the victory. Felix quickly rolls out of the ring to join Tristan at ringside wanting to get the hell out of there and way from Johnny Evil who just sat up looking pissed off. WINNER: FELIX VIALPANDO VIA PINFALL (12.09) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:29 PM Post #4 |
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![]() JACKIE FOWLER: What the piss? There’s frickin’ gravestones everywhere! Fowler is startled by the posters and logos that were being used for the show, dressed in his ring gear already, the boxers trucks, the string vest and couple with a denim jacket covered in patches, some for his favourite bands, English flags and general patriotic symbols. He turns to the camera, blowing out a stream of white vapour as he takes a direct inhale from his e-cig, before the cocky Northerner speaks in his brash, often abusive accent. JACKIE FOWLER: Right… let’s keep it short and sweet, shall we? I have a title defence, it’s in a steel frickin’ cage, I’m facing a fat piece of shit with bitch tits, I’m going to win. The end. The Bastard of Bowland strikes a pose, pressing a button on his phone that rings out “Ta-Da” before he raises his arms in victory pacing off out of camera view in the packed out parking lot of the arena. Several moments pass, until Fowler rides back in on a segway, looking at the camera as if he was Ferris Bueller and he was expecting everyone to leave already. He shrugs his shoulders as he begins to speak once more. JACKIE FOWLER: What? You want me to elaborate? You want me to rifle off some long meaningless speech about what has gone down, what is going to go down, how Nest is round and every single frickin’ thing I’m going to do to the flabagascar bellend once the door of that cage closes and the ding, ding, dings ring out for everyone to hear? What’s the point? Seriously, what is the point? You know why I’m here, I’m here to defend this championship, this belt I spent the last six months of me career chasing… along with revenge against them UE fucks… but you really think I’m going to fall at the first hurdle? You got another thing coming. Fowler snorts, before spitting on the ground. He tucks his e-cig into his top pocket, glaring into the camera once more with grim determination, but still paired with that infectious grin of his, the one that many called over-confident. JACKIE FOWLER: Nest wants to be all jealous that I won the belt? So be it. But him coming out and attacking me the other week, then him and his manager going into hiding and not saying a word? Nah, nah, nah. Not on my watch. If the flabby flange fuck actually flops his way down to the cage tonight, shows his massive mug and wants a piece, I’m going to knock him the fuck out. Simple as. Fowler tips his flat cap, clearly chewing gum as he speaks, but his voice is full of fire, and he rides around on his segway for a moment before glaring into the camera once more. JACKIE FOWLER: I am Jackie Fowler, I’m a massive bellend and I’m plowing in and plowing out with the Dynasty Championship around me waist, and there is sweet F.A. Nest or his crew can do about it. Fowler taps the beautiful belt on his shoulder, before riding off into the distance as the camera cuts elsewhere, singing ”Bobby B is a Ballbag” to himself as he vanishes. ![]() Whisper Viperi is already in the ring with Nest as she begins speaking. WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a steel cage match and it is for the HKW DYNASTY CHAMPIONSHIP! The only way to win is by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage! Whisper then motions to Nest. WHISPER VIPERI: Already in the ring, he is the challenger...NEST!!! We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta love. We worked one year for you pigs And you want to break our walls down? And you want to destroy us? Well you go to hell!! The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs. However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING HKW DYNASTY CHAMPION.....JACKIE FOWLER!!! His rowdy antics, including him flicking out some fans and playfully arguing with them, only gets them even more behind him. He slaps the hands of more fans on his way down, before reaching the barricade. It takes him a moment, but he ascends it and stands upon it with ninja-like ease. He scans the arena once more, roaring expletive, but uplifting words for the crowd to hear. He then gets down and rushes underneath the bottom rope. He smacks the mat as he gets up. As he does, he points at the referee, harping at him for a moment, before heading to his corner. There, he shadow-boxes, punching the turnbuckle pad with fast blows. He then rests his head there for a moment. He then turns his back to the turnbuckle, proceeding to rest on it. His eyes wander around the arena. Jackie simply nods his head as he awaits for the bell to ring. BRIAN MASON: Who you got- JACK WARREN: Nest. In under 5 minutes. The two men stare at one another as Whisper leaves the ring, the cage lowering right after. Once the cage has been lowered, the ref calls for the start of the match! STEEL CAGE MATCH HKW DYNASTY CHAMPIONSHIP Jackie Fowler © vs Nest DING! DING! DING! Banahan, Cole begins barking orders at Nest, telling him to keep his eyes on the ball. Nest nods his head before he turns around....and eats a bicycle kick that drops him! The audience pops as Jackie quickly goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Nest didn’t keep his eyes on the ball! JACK WARREN: What a cheap shot! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! JACK WARREN: ....WHAT? BRIAN MASON: Did he just....beat him in 16 seconds?! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL HKW DYNASTY CHAMPION....JACKIEEEEEEEE FOWLERRRRRRRRRR!!! Jackie gets to his feet and shrugs as the cage rises. He exits the ring while Cole watches Nest in shock, not able to comprehend what just happened. Meanwhile, Jackie grabs his title and begins walking off, slapping hands with the fans as he states that that was “easier than I thought”. BRIAN MASON: Well, I guess we didn’t have to call much of that, did we? JACK WARREN: How does he even know a bicycle kick? He’s not in the shape the man is! Nest was supposed to kill him! Let’s do a redo, for the love of God! WINNER and STILL HKW DYNASTY CHAMPION: Jackie Fowler (0:16) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:32 PM Post #5 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall with no time limit! In this match, everyone under contract with Hard Knox Wrestling is banned from ringside! The cameras pan around the arena to show the enormous amount of support Jason Jackson has inside the building while also showing a good amount of people wearing their own BANG! Style merchandise. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… The lights dim and the intro to "This means war" begins with the lights flickering along to the beat of the drums. There's a pause before the guitar kicks into full swing, and the sound of a motorcycle engine revving up fills the void as flames illuminate the ramp. Finally, the band kicks into the first verse and the crowd chants along to the song as the massive Samoan makes his way out to the top of the ramp. He pushes his sunglasses down on his nose, looking over the top of them at the crowd with a smirk. BRIAN MASON: The CGFC Dragon champion is here tonight to take out the Master of BANG! Style! JACK WARREN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You found your new man crush in Jason, Mase. We know. BRIAN MASON: I simply respect Jason for who he is. I respected his opponent as well, but ever since Divine Supremacy? He’s done some questionable things, and most of them affected Jason Jackson. JACK WARREN: Shut up, Mason! This all started because Jason Jackson decided to be paranoid and blame Boaz for the Slaves of Sami attacking him! BRIAN MASON: Jason knows that they only move at the sound of one man’s voice. That man is Boaz. JACK WARREN: Paranoid. Jason makes the walk down the ramp, pausing to take a beer from a fan before popping the tab and chugging it quickly. Flattening the can against his skull effortlessly, he tosses it aside with a roar and continues toward the ring with confidence, until… BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! Boaz Kennedy hops over the guardrail after maneuvering through the sea of fans with a chair in hand! He runs right up to Jackson and BLASTS him with the chair to the spine! JACK WARREN: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET! THAT’S PAYBACK! BRIAN MASON: PAYBACK FOR WHAT!? JACK WARREN: Dry-snitching! A.K.A accusing someone of something they didn’t do! Jason drops to his knees and starts turning around but Boaz blasts him in the back one more time! The former RISE Champion rips off his thriller jacket and tosses it the ground before he raises the chair up once again and… WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Boaz bends the chair over Jackson’s back before he tosses it aside and looks toward the crowd. The audience showers him with boos, but this only brings a smirk to Boaz’s face as he struts toward the ring and slides inside. BRIAN MASON: What kind of malarkey is this? We were supposed to see a match! JACK WARREN: Too bad, so sad. The “Kingpin” gets up to his feet and walks toward the referee. Boaz tells the ref to call the match and points at Jason grimacing and clutching at his back. You can hear Boaz tell the referee “Award me the victory by forfeit!” but the referee shakes his head no and points at Jackson who appears to be recovering! BRIAN MASON: He’s getting up! JACK WARREN: Only to get put back down again, Mase! You just watch. The crowd lets out a thunderous roar as Jason stands up to his feet and stares daggers through Boaz. Boaz’s eyes go wide as he backs toward the ropes, watching as Jason hobbles toward the ring! Boaz gestures for him to come inside and Jackson immediately obliges! BRIAN MASON: HERE WE GO! RELAXED RULES MATCH EVERYONE IS BANNED FROM RINGSIDE Boaz Kennedy vs Jason Jackson DING! DING!! DING!!! Boaz shouts “FUCK YOU!” directly at Jason before he charges at him full speed… ..only for Jason to pop Boaz ten feet into the air, catch him and deliver a hellacious spinebuster in the middle of the ring! Jason side presses on Boaz and hooks the leg! JACK WARREN: HOLY SHIT! ONE!’ TWO!! THRE---NO!!! Boaz just barely gets his shoulder up to avoid being defeated within the first fifteen seconds! Jason double checks the count with the referee while Boaz tries to sit up with pain painting his face. BRIAN MASON: Jason Jackson just nearly defeated Boaz after being pummeled with a steel chair! JACK WARREN: Nearly only counts in horseshoes, Mason. BRIAN MASON: That’s not how the expression g-- JACK WARREN: SHUT UP! Jackson turns back from the referee, shaking his head in frustration as he makes his way toward Boaz to finish the job. Seeing the larger man coming, Boaz rolls under the bottom rope and out to the floor… JACK WARREN: Smart veteran move here by Boaz. Get out of there and get some time to breathe and re-assess the situ-- Wait.. where is he going? Boaz can be seen half crawling/half scurrying up the ramp as fast as he can to put distance between him and Jason.. and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. BRIAN MASON: He’s a coward Jack! He’s trying to run away! JACK WARREN: No. Absolutely not. BKA is far from a coward! Cowardly is attacking a man backstage after a hard-fought match like Jackson did at HOP! Cowardly is bullying a man into a match and blaming him for things he didn’t do. Jason Jackson is a coward! The boos quickly transform into another loud pop from the crowd, as Jason hops out of the ring and sprints up the ramp after Boaz at full speed. BRIAN MASON: Hey, whatever you say. Looks like that ‘coward’ is about to get even with the Master of Bang! Style once and for all. There’s nowhere to run now! No one to hide behind! Closing the distance in seconds, Jason grabs Boaz by the hair and hits him with a few stiff punches to the side of the head as he works on pulling him back to his feet. Boaz, still in desperation mode, quickly reacts by raking the fighter’s eyes to break the grip…. before driving forward with his shoulder to slam the Samoan’s injured back into the nearby guardrail! Jason lets out a loud roar as he hits the ground, clutching his back as a look of agony is seen on his face. JACK WARREN: You were saying? He’s getting even huh? Look… I don’t care how much you guys love Jason Jackson, or how tough you think he is. This is wrestling, not MMA. He is out of his element and Boaz is exposing that here tonight. BRIAN MASON: So you’re going to act like he hasn’t been impressive since arriving here? The ONLY loss he’s suffered was in the Brand Supremacy Cup and it took almost everyone in the ring to eliminate him and Bianca! They were cleaning house! I believe JJ is here for the long run. We may even see him as a champion in wrestling as well as MMA some day. JACK WARREN: Over Boaz’s dead body Mase. Boaz struts his way back down to the ring with a grin, obviously pleased with the trap he’d set for his opponent. Gingerly making his way back inside the ring, he leans against the turnbuckles and looks at the ref with a bit of confusion, scoffing as his eyes move back and forth from the official to the downed Jason Jackson. “WELL?! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! START THE COUNT!” The referee shakes his head and reluctantly begins the ten count! ONE! TWO! Jason begins to show some life while Boaz focuses on the audience and tells them all to shut their mouths while the referee counts to ten. He continues by telling someone in the front row that he should pay attention closely because maybe he’ll finally learn how to count up to double digits. THREE! FOUR! Jason crawls up toward the stage while Boaz takes a seat on top of the turnbuckle and shouts at the referee to hurry the hell up. FIVE! SIX! JACK WARREN: How humiliating will this be for Jackson when he loses by countout! SEVEN! EIGHT Jackson gets up to his feet and moves toward the ring while a wide-eyed Boaz continues to shout at the referee to hurry up! NINE! Jason slides into the ring and breaks the count to a thunderous roar from the crowd. BRIAN MASON: You were saying? Not wasting any time, Boaz moves toward Jackson and begins putting the boots to the back of his head, not stopping even as Jason begins to push himself up to a vertical base. Jason stands up, Boaz immediately grabbing his arm and whipping him into the ropes! Boaz tucks his shoulder for a back body drop, but Jackson kicks Boaz in the face to straighten him up and nearly decapitates him with a discus clothesline! Jason pushes himself up to his knees and begins to breathe heavily as he watches Boaz crawl toward a free corner. Boaz uses the ropes to pull himself up, Jackson charging forward and hitting a hellacious shoulder thrust into the cornered Boaz! Jackson pulls Boaz out of the corner and lifts him up for the gorilla press and drops him face first to the canvas! Boaz clutches at his midsection and then his face before he falls to his backside and begins begging for Jackson to stop. Jackson laughs it off and wastes no time booting Boaz straight in the face to knock him underneath the ropes and onto the apron. JACK WARREN: How much is the referee going to let him get away with?! This should’ve been a disqualification already! BRIAN MASON: What match are you watching, Jack?! Jason hasn’t done a single thing against the rules! JACK WARREN: He was born. That’s against the rules of life. Boaz begins to stir on the apron, Jackson reaching over the top rope to grab the former RISE Champion by the hair. Jason pulls out, but in a last ditch effort, Boaz reaches his arms up and pulls down on Jason’s head to deliver a stungun off the ropes! Jason falls back into the ring, grasping at his throat while Boaz begins to climb to the top rope! Boaz doesn’t waste any time and dives off with a big elbow drop that connects flush! Boaz makes the cover but doesn’t bother hooking a leg… ONE! TW---KICKOUT! Jackson kicks out before the count of two, Boaz slapping the mat in sheer frustration. Turning toward the referee, Boaz slaps his own hands three times and tells the referee to count faster, distracting him while he presses his calf against Jason’s throat to choke the life out of him! BRIAN MASON: Pay attention, ref! He’s choking him! JACK WARREN: Oh, now you’re a snitch too? Jason struggles a bit to get his hands under Boaz’s calf so he can lift him up and ease some of the pressure on his Trachea. He’s coughing and turning red as he writhes to get free, but out of nowhere another loud roar escapes his lungs and Jason throws Boaz off him... and damn near across the ring in an amazing display of raw power. JACK WARREN: …….. BRIAN MASON: What’s wrong Jack? You’re speechless. You and Boaz both look like you’ve seen a ghost… or a Samoan Hulk.. Boaz looks on in distress as Jason pushes himself to his feet again with a sadistic smile, and rips his t-shirt off with such ease, it’s comparable to a sheet of paper being torn out of a notebook. Tossing it aside, Jason rubs at his throat as he motions for Boaz to stand up. The fighter menacingly stalks closer while BKA pushes himself back into the furthest corner of the ring away from his opponent. Boaz finally reluctantly pulls himself up to his feet, trying his best to apologize and convince Jason to stop. Jase doesn’t buy into it one bit though. Instead, he rushes forward quickly and begins Teeing off on Boaz with a barrage of crisp and accurate punches as he traps the master of Bang! Style against the turnbuckles. WHAP! WHAP-WHAP-WHAP WHAP WHAP! The sound of the stiff punches ring out through the arena, and every time Boaz attempts to slump to the mat Jason lifts him back up as if he’s nothing more than a training dummy. JJ continues tuning him up, punishing his midsection like he would a heavy bag during fight week, until the ref steps in and starts the five count. JACK WARREN: About time ref! Do your job! I’m starting to think you have it out for Boaz!! BRIAN MASON: Wow… you are unbelievable… you know that? JACK WARREN: What?! He just let him stand there and pulverize Boaz without a warning or anything! I think Jason Jackson paid off this ref. BRIAN MASON: (Sarcasm) Yeah, That’s EXACTLY it. Stepping back in, Jason weaves out of the way of a hail mary punch from Boaz. He pauses for a moment to wag a finger in his face before grabbing Boaz to fling him across the ring with a powerful corner hip toss. Boaz hits the canvas hard but springs up to his feet quickly to try and make a run for it. Before he can make it to the ropes, however, Jason is there behind him to secure a rear waist lock… clearly looking for a german suplex. BRIAN MASON: UH-OH! The Master of Bang! Style is about to go for a ride!! Boaz struggles with trying to free Jason’s vice-like grip, throwing a few desperation back elbows as JJ drags him back toward the center of the ring. It’s no use however, and seconds later Jason muscles Boaz into the air and plants him hard with a beautiful German suplex. He doesn’t let go though, as he does a gator roll and drags BKA back to his feet again. Lifting him into the air once more, he plants him back onto the mat with authority, this time using a high angled backdrop/suplex. JACK WARREN: Oh come on… now he’s just showing off… BRIAN MASON: WELCOME TO THE THUNDERDOME!!! JACK WARREN: Would you please shut the hell up? Jason holds onto Boaz once again and lifts him to a vertical base, Boaz reaching forward to grab onto anything for dear life. Finally, he grabs a hold of the referee’s collar and holds onto him as tight as he can, bringing him close so he can’t the back low blow kick to Jason’s groin! Finally letting go of the referee, Boaz turns around and lifts Jason over his shoulder, throwing him head first into the middle turnbuckle for the “DisASTORpiece” lawn dart! Boaz pulls Jason away from the ropes and makes the pin! BRIAN MASON: No! He’s gonna steal this! JACK WARREN: All is fair in war and wrestling, Mase! Haha! The crowd boos as the referee slides into position to make the count! ONE! TWO!! THR---NO! Jackson gets his shoulder up! Boaz’s eyes nearly pop right out of his skull as he turns to the referee and wipes the spit out of his mouth. A staggered Boaz gets up to his feet and moves toward the referee, blaming him for a slow count and letting Jason get away with things that he would be disqualified for. The referee brings up Boaz using the chair before the match even began, but the former RISE Champion didn’t wanna hear it. He pulls his knee pad down and slaps the knee, calling for the “Bangarang” pop-up GTS much to the dismay of the live audience. Jason begins to rise, using the ropes to keep his balance until he turns around… JACK WARREN: THE CHAMPS POPS HIM UP! But Jason uses his momentum to fly behind Boaz and deliver a “Keg Crusher” headbutt straight to the back of Boaz’s head! The youngster collapses as Jason shakes the cobwebs out and backpedals into the corner! BRIAN MASON: Jason regains the advantage and this one may very well be over now! JACK WARREN: NO! Once Jason focuses in on Boaz, he pulls his elbow pad off of his arm and tosses it into the crowd before he hits it off the top turnbuckle repeatedly to call for the “Switchblade Serenade” bull hammer elbow! A groggy Boaz grabs a hold of the ropes and begins pulling himself up to his feet while Jason inches closer and closer, patiently waiting for Boaz to turn around to hit the elbow. BRIAN MASON: Here it co--WHO THE HELL?! Suddenly, a woman wearing an Ashes of the Woke t-shirt with long black hair jumps over the barricade and leaps onto the apron, causing the members of the security team to swarm her way and try to pull her down. Both the referee and Jason Jackson himself are distracted by this, Boaz reaching into a small pocket in his trunks to pull something out! He stumbles toward Jackson, spins him around and launches a handful of white powder directly into his eyes! BRIAN MASON: NO! What did he throw into his eyes?! JACK WARREN: Nothing! You’re imagining things! He confused Jason via telekinetic powers and nothing else! A blinded Jackson swings wildly at anything and everything possible while keeps himself low and gets the referee to focus back on what’s going on in the ring! With the referee in position, Boaz sneaks up behind Jackson and rolls him up with a schoolboy, grabbing a handful of tights as he does so! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Jason just pushes Boaz off, but it’s too late! Boaz immediately scatters out of the ring and raises his arms in the air! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...BOAZ KENNEDY! Boaz’s rushes around the ring and begins arguing with the security guards, shouting at them to let the mystery woman go! He finally manages to pull her away from the security team, the duo laughing as they walk around the ring and watch as the referee hands Jackson a bottle of water to remove whatever Boaz threw from his eyes. BRIAN MASON: Where does this guy pull these people from?! It’s like he has someone on call at ALL times! JACK WARREN: Listen, Jason did this to himself! He blamed Boaz for setting him up and now he finally did it! Now Jason can blame him all he wants because he actually DID what he’s been blaming him for! Besides, she’s hot so who cares! BRIAN MASON: But what about the stipulation?! What about--GAH! I can’t stand this! JACK WARREN: Hold on. I know her! She’s a DJ! Boaz and the mystery woman continue walking up the ramp, Boaz shouting for the referee to get out of the ring and raise his hand. The mystery woman gives the referee a piece of her mind as well, raising Boaz’s arm herself while the ref aids Jackson. Jackson finally gets the debris out from his eyes, his face turning a soft shade of red as he slams his fist off the mat and tells Boaz this isn’t over. Boaz simply laughs it off and raises the woman’s arm before the two disappear behind the curtain and Jackson remains heated. WINNER: Boaz Kennedy via Pinfall (11:21) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:34 PM Post #6 |
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![]() As the scene fades into the arena the camera pans around on the two HKW Bloodlust Championship belts hanging above the ring. The camera then pans down on Whisper Viperi who was set to announce the upcoming championship match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen...The next match is a LADDERS MATCH to determine the UNDISPUTED HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION!!!! Cheap pop. The wavy entrance to “Paper Planes” plays over the PA system, while green-and-blue strobes dance throughout the crowd. As the song finally bombards the arena, Ashlyn De Luca emerges through the curtains, black hoodie pulled up over her head, a casual stride to her step as she looks out into the audience. WHISPER VIPERI: On her way to the ring, hailing from ASH-Lanta, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds...THe HKW Bloodlust Champion…...ASHLYN DE LUUUUCA! She walks down the ramp at a leisurely pace, but pauses before breaking into a half-jog, running toward the barrier closest to the hard-camera. She leaps onto the barricade, motioning for the camera to “catch her good side”, flashing THE MOST MARKETABLE SMILE to the audience at home before slapping the hands of those closest to her in the front row. She finally hops down from the barricade and pivots, sliding into the ring. She hits the ropes just once before coming to a stop in the center, smirking back out to the crowd as she pulls her hoodie off, tossing it aside as her music fades. BRIAN MASON: It’s all came down to this moment here. Ever since her title was stolen away from her in that Hell’s Asylum Match at Divine Supremacy, Ashlyn has fought tooth and nail to get her title back. JACK WARREN: Yeah, she tried to purge when she actually didn’t. Yeah that sure is fighting tooth and nail, Mase. BRIAN MASON: And it was confirmed to be an ACTUAL PURGE by our general manager you douche. JACK WARREN: It’s The Man to you! Anyways, this has been eight months in the making. Whoever walks out of here with their hand raised will have won the war and be known to be the best Bloodlust Champion ever in the history of Hard Knox Wrestling. The lights dim darkening the arena to pitch black. After two minutes go by building the anticipation in the arena "Ambitionz" by. Meek Mill hits the PA system with a cobra is shown centered in the middle of the Knoxtron as various Emilio Vialpando highlights play in the background while the snake's body begins to pulsate as the music plays. My ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Hey, it's my ambition as a rider The music takes a pause for a moment as the knoxtron fades to black but the outline of the cobra is seen still pulsating. Fans are heard booing. Thirty seconds later sparks begin to rain down on the stage as Emilio Vialpando is seen standing there looking out to the fans in a Freek Meek Mill T- Shirt as the music returns to play. The video package comes back minus the cobra in the center. Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here Loccin', loading toasters, pussy you was not there Holding, never folding, we was on the top tier Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare Emilio stares out to the crowd for a moment. He lets out a light chuckle and begins to walk down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent...Weighing at 195 lbs and standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION & BLOODLUST CHAMPION!!!!!! EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!!!! While on the ramp he stares at the fans who boo at him and waves them off. He then stops at the bottom of the ramp as Tony stops behind him.. He looks down to his feet and suddenly fireworks begin going off along the ramp as he then holds up hands while looking up to the ceiling screaming out to the top of his lungs... "VIVA LA UE" The fireworks stop going off and Emilio sprints towards the ring and slides in. He then walks across and climbs up a corner turnbuckle looking out to the crowd while holding up "LA" with his fingers. He nods and hops downs as he awaits for the match to begin. JACK WARREN: LET’S GO! LET’S FUCKING GO! EMIILLLIIIOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! BRIAN MASON: Fuck this guy. JACK WARREN: No fuck you, Mase! Mother fuck you! Have some damn respect! That is a God that walks before you! For the second time of the night he has blessed you with his presence! BRIAN MASON: I rather be locked in a gas chamber. I wish all of UE die out. Got cheated out of some rightful justice earlier tonight but now? Ashlyn is gonna cut the head off this snake fucker and cleanse us all of his venom. JACK WARREN: How dare you! After the music fades away the referee steps in the middle of the ring checking to see if both Bloodlust Champions were ready to go. They both nod and he calls for the bell. LADDER MATCH HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP Ashlyn De Luca vs Emilio Vialpando DING! DING!! DING!!! BRIAN MASON: Here we are. This is it. The end of---- JACK WARREN: THE END OF ASHLYN DE LUCA ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! BRIAN MASON: Um no. This is the end of this Godless reign of Emilio Vialpando! He may of cheated his way to victory earlier tonight but not this time! Not with this! De Luca is a survivalist and she will retain HER Bloodlust Championship! Mark my words! JACK WARREN: Haha, your words? Your words aren’t the words of The Man so they don’t even matter. Both wrestlers look up toward the belts as they were lifted high above their heads until resting to a stop, eighteen feet above the canvas. The bell sounds and the confident smirk of Emilio Vialpando meets the cautious, but readied gaze of Ashlyn De Luca. The two look toward each other for a few moments, Ashlyn muttering something to Emilio-- which Emilio responds to by stepping in De Luca’s face. Ashlyn turns her head, taking a step back, but with a smirk, Emilio reaches up, grabbing Ashlyn by the chin and turning her face toward him-- but with a glare, Ashlyn slaps his hands away and throws a hard elbow into the jaw of Vialpando! JACK WARREN: How dare she?! BRIAN MASON: What?! HOW DARE HE PUT HIS HANDS ON HER LIKE THAT?! JACK WARREN: He’s a God in that ring compared to her, he has every right to do whatever the hell he wants! BRIAN MASON: Not even. A second and third elbow strike follow, sending Vialpando reeling into the ropes before Ashlyn goes to Irish Whip him! Emilio plants his feet and reverses, sending De Luca into the ropes instead. He goes to follow up, charging after Ashlyn the moment she hits… but Ashlyn counters with a stiff Pendulum Big Boot to the jaw! Emilio staggers back and Ashlyn charges forward, leaping up onto his shoulders for a Hurricanrana! Emilio tries to resist, but he staggers backwards and De Luca nails a Hurricanrana over the ropes, sending both stars roughly to the apron! Simultaneously they bounce off of the ring and down to the floor below! BRIAN MASON: It hasn’t even been five minutes into this match up and the action has already stumbled outside of the ring! JACK WARREN: Yeah, thanks to that no good sandpaper cunt Ashlyn! BRIAN MASON: Was that called for? JACK WARREN: Sure was. Both competitors use the ring apron to get back to their feet but it’s Ashlyn who gets back up to her feet first. She runs over to Emilio and hits a Running Elbow Strike! The crowd pops as they watch Emilio go down. Ashlyn then begins to stomp down hard on Emilio until she grabs him by his face and now makes HIM look up at her. She yells out some profanities in his face before slapping him hard across the face. The fans at ringside pop loud as she continues to talk her shit along with their cheers. She smirks as the fans grow louder, rallying behind her and turns her attention back to Emilio who was holding his cheek while on one knee. She walks over and pulls him by the back of his neck only to begin hitting several knife edge chops before hitting a European Uppercut that forces the Upper Echelon member to turn and stumble into the ring post. In one swift motion, Ashlyn follows this up, leaping onto the barricade and turning to hit a Missile Dropkick to the back of Emilio’s head as he bounces his forehead off the ring post and falls to the floor! JACK WARREN: WHAT THE?! NOT THE MONEY MAKER DAMNIT?! BRIAN MASON: Like I said, she’s getting that title back! JACK WARREN: NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOU! SHUT UP MASE! CAN’T YOU SEE EMILIO IS IN PAIN?! BRIAN MASON: Yeah and I also see Ashlyn getting a ladder. Ashlyn was for sure grabbing one of the ladders that was laid out at ringside. After picking it up she slides it into the ring before rolling in afterwards. She tells the referee to get out of the way as nice as she possibly could as she was in a rush to try and get the ladder set up. Once she gets it set up, she could see Emilio using the barricade to get back up his feet. She groans loudly and looks up to the titles then back at him. She stomps her foot confused on what to do. She can be seen trying to convince herself of which was the better decision then groans as she heads over to a corner. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and looks down at Emilio, waiting for him to turn towards her. Emilio eventually turns around towards her and she leaps off the top turnbuckle going for Diving Double Knees….No! Emilio catches her as she’s coming down before simply dropping her backwards, forcing her to hit her head on the edge of the barricade! JACK WARREN: HA HA HA!!! THAT’S HOW WE DO IT! THERE WE GO?! BRIAN MASON: Son of a….What impact there! Ashlyn may have bit off more than she could chew with that diving attack attempt. JACK WARREN: HA, YOU THINK! She thought she could outsmart El Serpiente! Nope! BRIAN MASON: How does his ass taste, Jack. JACK WARREN: EXCUSE YOU?! Ashlyn De Luca sits on her knees, clutching both sides of her head as the ref checks on her. She waves him off, reaching up for the ring skirt to pull herself up to a vertical base, but as soon as she does, she’s caught with a running high knee by Emilio! The shot sends Ashlyn straight to the floor and Emilio stumbles over her, catching himself on the ring steps. He pushes them apart without hesitation and turns, hoisting Ashlyn up by the hair. The audience shouts obscenities at Vialpando-- but he nails a Snap Suplex, driving Ashlyn spine-first across the base of the steps, laughing aloud as he does so! BRIAN MASON: And now Emilio is just laying into the challenger! He has no concern-- absolutely NO concern for her wellbeing! JACK WARREN: Yeah? And you think she cares about his? These two have been at war for over eight months across multiple companies. This is what you do to win a war. The Man knows. Emilio knows! Come on now, this is a goddamn Bloodlust Championship match. What do we have, weak stomachs? What are we? Emilio shakes his head at the booing audience, placing a foot across the back of Ashlyn’s neck as he yells at them, before ripping her to her feet by the hair and nailing a second Snap Suplex across the base of the steel stairs! Ashlyn screeches in agony and Emilio sits upright, smiling to himself before he pushes himself up. He looks toward the ladder in the ring and his eyes seem to light up before he slides into the ring. Vialpando wastes no time moving over to the ladder. Positioning it perfectly beneath the belts, Emilio begins to climb, earning a chorus of boos from the audience. BRIAN MASON: And here we go! Emilio climbed the ladder to become the Bloodlust Championship in Hell’s Asylum, and he might do it here again! Emilio reaches the halfway point of the ladder, pausing only to wink out to the booing masses, waving them off as chants of “YOU SUCK!” rain down. The Upper Echelon member takes a breath and reaches the top few rungs of the ladder-- but the camera pans out, revealing Ashlyn De Luca, who performs a rope-walk, before leaping through the air and grabbing Emilio from behind, bringing him off of the ladder with a vicious Russian Leg Sweep, seeing both competitor land on the backs of their necks… before the ladder collapses, smashing down across the body of Emilio Vialpando! JACK WARREN: Good sweet Jesus! Did she even look before she jumped?! BRIAN MASON: Ashlyn De Luca’s name has been attached to that Bloodlust Championship in some way, shape, or form for well over a year. She’s willing to take any and every risk out there. Ashlyn stumbles to her feet… before she hits the ropes and rebounds, jumping up to stomp down on the ladder, driving it down across the body of Emilio! Emilio yells out-- and Ashlyn leaps into the air again, driving the ladder down on Emilio’s torso once more! Emilio roughly forces the ladder off of him, crying out in pain as he stumbles to his feet against the ropes. Ashlyn, kneeling in the center of the ring, catches her breath and cries out before rushing the ropes, nailing Vialpando with a Shining Wizard! Emilio falls between the top and middle ropes, out to the apron before collapsing to the floor below. Ashlyn falls against the ropes, gazing down at him as she catches her breath. JACK WARREN: WHAT ON EARTH DID SHE JUST DO?! What the hell?! BRIAN MASON: It looks like Emilio is is severe pain. He’s holding onto his ribs here like they’re broken. JACK WARREN: If she hurt him I swear to God almighty. Ashlyn smiles as she watches him in pain. She then flips off the UE member as she turns away from him and picks back up the ladder in the center of the ring. As she gets it up how she wants it, De Luca begins to make her climb with the fans cheering for her. In the background Emilio is seen still in agonizing pain as he begins to pull himself up to his feet while using the ring apron. Emilio looks up seeing Ashlyn as nearly up to the top of the ladder. He groans in pain as he rolls into the ring and begins to stumble over to the ladder. He climbs up the ladder behind her and tugs at her leg as she began to reach out for the titles. Ashlyn curses herself as she feels the tug wondering what the hell it was. She looks down seeing Emilio there on the ladder trying to pull her down. BRIAN MASON: So close to achieving many of our dreams of her becoming the true champion once again but no! This snobbing son of a crap shoot just has to come and ruin it all?! JACK WARREN: Emilio is just doing God’s work. Or should I say, HE’S GOING INTO BIDDNESSS FOR HIMSELF BROTHER?! LETS GO EMILIO! YOU GOT THIS! GET THAT BITCH OFF THAT LADDER! BRIAN MASON: ...Wish I could just beat your ass right here, right now. JACK WARREN: You have a better chance of complaining about me blocking you on a social media site than kicking my ass. BRIAN MASON: Wait why would you block me? JACK WARREN: Because you’re annoying as shit. Have you met yourself? Ashlyn annoyed by this begins to kick down at Emilio trying to get him off. A couple of the kicks landed on his head but on the last attempt, Emilio grabbed her foot and placed it through one of the holes between the rungs. Ashlyn thought he was losing her footing as Emilio reaches up and grabs her hair forcing her to hang upside down on the ladder with her right foot caught between the rungs! Emilio falls back into the ropes and leans up against them catching his breath while holding his side. It hurts for him to laugh but he does so anyways as Ashlyn yells out in pain and curses him out for doing such a thing to her. To shut her up Emilio walks over and begins to connect with several kicks to her torso. He then grabs her hair to make her sit up only to drive his elbow in her throat hard. The fans boo him as he looks around and begins to talk shit to them. Emilio then looks back to Ashlyn as she hangs there. He then kicks her again but this time targets her right hand out of nowhere. He kicks her hand repeatedly then begins to punch her right leg, still trapped between the rungs. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is his problem?! JACK WARREN: Target anything that’s exposed! Her head? Her leg? Her hand? She needs those things to fight, and more importantly? She needs those things to climb. Damn right, Emilio, take em all away! Boos rain down from every direction as Ashlyn finally falls down from the ladder and to the mat, but Emilio viciously stomps at her leg as she does! With a wide grin on his face, Emilio lifts Ashlyn’s right leg and swings it viciously into the ladder! Ashlyn cries out in pain, but Emilio wastes no time lifting her leg and swinging it ankle-first into the ladder again! Ashlyn cries out in pain, turning to crawl away, but Emilio mounts her for a moment before performing a deadlift German Suplex-- launching Ashlyn spine-and-neck first into the standing ladder! Ashlyn smashes into the ladder as it falls down against the ropes! Ashlyn bounces from the impact, landing on the mat to a groan from the audience while Emilio grins. BRIAN MASON: Absolute disregard. Absolute reckless abandon. Emilio Vialpando isn’t just trying to become the undisputed Bloodlust Champion, but he’s trying to hurt Ashlyn De Luca! Damnit, I didn’t know it ran this deep. I didn’t know it was worth it to Emilio, to Capone, to Upper Echelon to-- JACK WARREN: Look. Ashlyn started this! You saw how she came at Emilio when this started. BRIAN MASON: Man. Please. Emilio rolls out of the ring and kneels down before the apron, shooting a scowl over his shoulder toward the audience which pipes up with “A-D-L!” and “LET’S GO ASHLYN!” chants. He drags a ladder out from beneath the ring and throws it aside, shaking his head… before reaching beneath the ring and dragging out a completely wooden ladder in equal length. He tosses that ladder to the side as well… before shaking his head and lifting up the ring skirt again… but suddenly, the ladder from inside the ring is slid across the mat, smashing into Emilio’s temple at full speed! Vialpando hits the ground and rolls several feet from the impact before Ashlyn De Luca slides out of the ring to a roar from the crowd. She shoots a look of annoyance over her shoulder at Emilio-- before picking up where he left off, kneeling down beneath the ring skirt and dragging out a fifteen-foot ladder! JACK WARREN: Is that even necessary? BRIAN MASON: Are you bothered? JACK WARREN: No. I’m oddly comfortable with this. Goddamnit, I’m complacent. EMILIO, GET UP! Ashlyn slides the fifteen-foot ladder into the ring without much issue, but as she turns around, Emilio rushes forward, nailing her with a Clothesline! Ashlyn hits the ground hard, clutching the back of her head and Emilio pivots, raising a boot high before bringing it down hard across Ashlyn’s right hand! Ashlyn cries out-- but is silenced with a toe kick under the jaw, sending her stumbling to her feet! Emilio rushes forward for another Clothesline, but Ashlyn goes low and sends Emilio overhead with a rare Back Body Drop, right across the steel ladder Emilio had dragged out moments ago! Emilio cries out in agony and shakily reaches his feet as Ashlyn bends down to pick up the steel ladder. As Emilio reaches both feet, Ashlyn launches the ladder like a javelin, catching Emilio between the eyes! Emilio falls down on the ramp, ladder lying on top of him. “YOU DESERVE IT!” “YOU DESERVE IT!” “YOU DESERVE IT!” BRIAN MASON: Emilio Vialpando is busted open! What say you? JACK WARREN: Ashlyn De Luca is out of her damn mind! Ashlyn sets the fifteen-foot ladder up beneath the belt, taking several precious moments to do so as the audience do their best to rally behind her. On the outside, Emilio Vialpando begins to push himself to his feet-- and Ashlyn shakes her head, murmuring beneath her breath, walking over to the prone twelve-foot steel ladder that had been abandoned in the ring earlier. She picks it up and glares a hole through the rising Emilio. JACK WARREN: No… no, Ashlyn, wait! BRIAN MASON: Louder, Jack. Emilio rises to his feet-- and Ashlyn throws the ladder over the top rope and to the outside! The audience roars as it lands atop Emilio and takes him to the floor! Ashlyn shakes her head and turns, slowly walking back toward the ladder as chants of ”YES!” echo throughout the arena. JACK WARREN: Are you-- are you serious? BRIAN MASON: Ashlyn De Luca isn’t even trying to be fancy about it! She just wants this! She wants to be the undisputed HKW Bloodlust Champion! Ashlyn De Luca begins to climb the ladder as the audience reaches a fever pitch! She climbs rung by rung, breathing heavily as she reaches toward the top… but pauses as she sees Emilio Vialpando rise to his feet again on the outside, throwing the ladder aside. He staggers on his feet, wiping blood from his face, looking groggily toward De Luca. Ashlyn shakes her head, dropping down from the ladder as Emilio moves closer to the apron. Ashlyn shrugs toward the audience and shoots the ropes before rushing toward Emilio for a Suicide Dive-- but Emilio leaps onto the apron and catches Ashlyn, turning her in one-swift motion with the Rude Awakening Neckbreaker onto the very edge of the apron before both competitors tumble to the ground below! “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” The two lay out motionless at ringside as the referee immediately gets out of the ring to check on both of them. Confident that they were okay and capable of continuing this match up he gets back into the ring waiting for them to resume the match. BRIAN MASON: I don’t...I don’t think your body is suppose to do that. Or withstand this sort of punishment. JACK WARREN: This is for the throne of the Bloodlust Division, you can’t be squeamish to these sort of things. And that’s why Emilio is the king of the Bloodlust! LET’S GO!!!! GET UP EM!!! BRIAN MASON: King my ass. JACK WARREN: Watch your mouth Mase. BRIAN MASON: NO YOU WATCH YOURS! I REFUSE RESPECT A MAN LIKE EMILIO VIALPANDO! I REFUSE TO RESPECT ANY DAMN THING A GROUP LIKE UPPER ECHELON STANDS FOR! THEY ARE NOTHING BUT PURE UNADULTERATED SKUM! Emilio slowly begins to stir as he gets up to his knees. Blood is dropping from his forehead as he stares down to the floor. He nods to himself as he pushes himself up to his feet and stumbles back onto the apron. He writhes in pain as he leans up against the apron and catches his breath. Emilio looks down at Ashlyn for a moment and spits down beside her as he yells down at her declaring himself the Undisputed Bloodlust Champion. The fans boo at this and he just ignores them as he drops to a knee and picks up one of the ladders that was thrown at his face. After wiping off some blood from that said face, Emilio slides the large ladder back into the ring. He slowly rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring. Emilio uses the ropes to help assist him on his way back up to his feet before he tries to stand the fifteen foot ladder up in the middle of the ring. As he looks up to the ladder debating whether or not he actually even had the strength to climb at this point in time he could see a bloody hand slap onto the side of the ring. He mouths to himself “The Fuck” as he stares at it. Ashlyn then is seen climbing up to her feet in pain. She looks up with such anger at Emilio who stands there bewildered and shocked she was actually back up onto her feet. BRIAN MASON: YES!!!! SHE’S ALIVE! JACK WARREN: DAMNIT?! EMILIO FINISH HERE?! SEND HER TO THE AFTERLIFE FOR FUCKS SAKE?! Emilio mutters something under his breath as he turns to run towards a set of ropes to bounce off of to get some momentum. He then sprints over and goes for a Baseball Slide Dropkick...NO! Ashlyn manages to get out of the way causing Emilio go to sliding under the rope and at ring side. As he turns back towards her Emilio is hit with a vicious High Spinning Heel Kick! Emilio stumbles over and drops to a knee. Ashlyn then follows this up with a Frankensteiner driving his skull onto the hard steel of the ramp! The crowd pops as Ashlyn slowly gets back up to her feet. She isn’t ready to just stop there as she stomps down kicks Emilio with all she can while screaming and cussing like a madwoman. De Luca flips her hair back and runs her fingers through it as she tries to calm down and recollect her thoughts. She looks over her shoulder and up at the titles hanging above the ring. As she turns to head back towards the ring, Emilio manages to get himself back up to a knee. BRIAN MASON: Turn around Ashlyn! He’s not down yet! JACK WARREN: C’MON GET HER! The fans try to warn her but it proves too late. Emilio picks up another one of the ladders-- this time, the discarded wooden one-- and sprints over smashing the edge of it onto the back of her skull and forcing her to fly face first into the nearby ring post. Now SHE is busted open and appears to be completely out of it. Emilio doesn’t drop the ladder though as he stands over her heave up and down. Emilio shakes his head as if not yet satisfied. Vialpando walks around the ring and places one end of the ladder onto the ring apron while he sets the other onto the barricade across from it, forming a bridge with the wooden ladder. BRIAN MASON: Um...What does he think he’s doing? JACK WARREN: He’s finishing it Mase. Her soul is his. BRIAN MASON: What? The hell is this Mortal Kombat? He can’t just kill her in front of all these people. JACK WARREN: AND JUST WHY IN THE HELL NOT?! YOU EXPECT TO LEAVE YOUR ENEMY YOU’VE BEEN GOING HEAD TO HEAD WITH FOR EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS IN A MULTITUDE OF COMPANIES TO JUST TO LIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY?! FUCK THAT?! BRIAN MASON: Do you hear yourself? You sound like a mad man! JACK WARREN: Fuck off Mase. This has to happen. THIS HAS TO HAPPEN FOR THE BETTERMENT OF BLOODLUST! This is one small price to pay for the glory of Upper Echelon to continue. As Emilio turns around to retrieve Ashlyn he can see her trying to gather herself and get back up to her feet. He sprints over and punt kicks her right in the side of the head which gets the Philly crowd roaring with more boos towards the Snake of Upper Echelon. Emilio tells them all to “shut the fuck up!” as he reaches down and begins to literally drag Ashlyn over to the other side of the ring. JACK WARREN: Count the seconds, Mase! BRIAN MASON: You’re really n-- JACK WARREN: SECONDS, I SAID! Ashlyn smacks Emilio’s hands away, clutching the sides of her head, but Emilio shakes his head in frustration and forces her up. He hooks Ashlyn for what looks like an Exploder Suplex-- but Ashlyn counters with a desperation headbutt, sending a vicious CRACK! throughout the arena. BRIAN MASON: Jesus! Emilio reels and Ashlyn turns him around, throwing him to the floor outside with a Belly-to-Back Suplex! Vialpando rolls over onto his stomach, gasping for air as De Luca quickly, but shakily climbs the apron and then begins ascending the turnbuckles. Before Emilio can fully compose himself, De Luca steps up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing a Diving Moonsault to the outside, taking Emilio to the ground! JACK WARREN: She’s just getting desperate now… BRIAN MASON: You’re damn right! Look at the blood on the faces of these two warriors! Look at what they’ve already gone through for those titles above the ring-- for the chance to call oneself the undisputed HKW Bloodlust Champion! This is what eight months have brought us to! Ashlyn shrieks out into the already-roaring audience and forces Emilio up again, nailing him with a European Uppercut, then a second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh! Emilio reels back to the delight of the crowd and Ashlyn looks over her shoulder at the ladder-bridge Vialpando created earlier between the ring apron and the barricade. With a grunt, she goes to Irish Whip him-- but Emilio reverses! JACK WARREN: Ha! ...and Ashlyn baseball slides beneath the ladder before hopping to her feet on the other side of it. Emilio winks to the audience, already assuming he’s gotten the best of De Luca… failing to see her hop up onto the barricade and sprint across it, leaping off as he turns around to nail a Diving Hurricanrana on the outside, sending him sliding on his knees face-first into the ring post! BRIAN MASON: Don’t be so quick to scoff. Ashlyn De Luca is one step ahead on this exchange, and this place is feeling it! JACK WARREN: I don’t need you to tell me what these losers are feeling, Mase. And I don’t need you to mock Em. Not at times like this! BRIAN MASON: His face is a crimson mask! Emilio uses the ring apron to push himself to his feet. He turns around, spitting blood out of his mouth-- right as De Luca charges at him, nailing the Running Double Spinning Wheel Kick! The sheer momentum of the move carries Ashlyn into the ring under the bottom rope while knocking Emilio flat to his back on the outside! BRIAN MASON: Syxx Kick! JACK WARREN: Stop… De Luca crawls to the toppled-over ladder inside the ring, using all of her strength to push it upright. The audience rallies behind her with an “A-D-L!” chant but several seconds pass before Ashlyn positions the ladder beneath the belts. She flips her hair back behind her head, revealing her bloodied face, though she shoots a wink out to the crowd as she begins her ascent. JACK WARREN: ...STOP… BRIAN MASON: Ashlyn’s climbing… and I don’t see anything that could stop her at this point! The audience reaches a fever pitch as Ashlyn climbs toward the top rungs of the ladder. She reaches up for the belt, but it’s millimeters out of reach! Ashlyn steps up to the second-to-last rung and reaches up, grabbing the strap of the belt with both hands to the delight of the crowd… ...but her right ankle is yanked out from beneath her as Emilio Vialpando dives into the ring, grabbing one of the body parts he’d targeted earlier! Ashlyn’s jaw smashes across the top rung of the ladder as she falls down, staggering into the arms of Emilio, who hooks her for a Suplex-- but out of nowhere, Ashlyn counters with a Brainbuster, earning a roar from the audience! BRIAN MASON: Brainbuster by De Luca! Emilio has no idea where he is! Ashlyn looks up at the belts… but shakes her head as she looks down at Emilio, grabbing both of his legs before stepping through and crossing over into the Sharpshooter! The audience erupts once again and Emilio howls in pain, caught off guard and locked in the submission! He raises one hand… but brings a fist to his mouth, biting his knuckle as he grunts, trying to stifle the groans of agony. Chants of “TAP!” echo throughout the arena as Emilio struggles in the hold… and finally, he slaps a hand against the canvas, but the referee outside can only shrug! JACK WARREN: Ashlyn, let go! BRIAN MASON: She doesn’t have to! Someone has to climb the ladder and get those titles before the match is over, so in theory, Ashlyn can keep the Chaos Theory locked in as long as she wants! As long as she can! The audience is at a fever pitch as Emilio begins to crawl toward the ropes. Eyes red from the agony, he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope-- but the referee again motions that it means nothing! Emilio looks utterly defeated while the audience continues to rally behind De Luca! JACK WARREN: You serious? This is cruel. BRIAN MASON: How? Both these competitors knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. Like you said, this isn’t for the squeamish! Emilio cries out, still stuck in the Sharpshooter. He pulls himself through the middle and bottom ropes, out to the apron, out of harm’s way. He pulls himself to his feet as Ashlyn reaches hers… and Ashlyn pivots, swiftly catching Emilio with a high spinning back heel kick! Vialpando’s eyes roll into the back of his head… and he slowly falls backwards, landing across the wooden ladder bridge he’d created several minutes prior! Ashlyn falls backwards-- and seems to freeze in realization as she lands next to the fifteen-foot ladder. Chants of “YOU WON’T DO IT!” echo throughout the arena and Ashlyn smirks out at the audience, quietly mouthing “challenge accepted” as she gazes back at the motionless Vialpando. JACK WARREN: … BRIAN MASON: What is sh-- no… wait, no. Ashlyn De Luca brings the ladder a bit closer to the ropes, prompting nearly every member of the audience to rise to their feet. Ashlyn runs a hand through her hair and sighs, going to the far side of the ladder before slowly climbing to the top. Chants of “A-D-L!” and “PLEASE DON’T DIE!” are thrown into the medley as De Luca stands at the very top of the ladder, closing her eyes and whispering something beneath her breath… before leaping off with a 450 Splash, crashing down across the torso of Vialpando, smashing the ladder in half, sending splinters and chunks of wood flying in every which direction as they impact the floor below. “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” Some ruffling is heard in the background. BRIAN MASON: Jack? Jack what the hell? Did you just faint? More ruffling. JACK WARREN: Shut your mouth Mase. The referee and several medical personnel come running toward the ring side to check on the competitors yet again. Both of them are motionless more so Emilio but Ashlyn on the other hand is showing signs of life. She tells them to get out of her way. Reluctantly, the men and women get out of her way giving De Luca some space. She slowly begins to stir trying to get up to a knee but she just couldn’t. She screams out trying to hype herself up and power through. The fans cheer her on trying to lift her spirits showing that they were behind her. Ashlyn pulls on the skirts of the ring pulling herself up to her knees then ultimately up to her feet. She looks up to the titles glaring up in the sky as it hangs over the ring. Ashlyn crawls under the bottom ropes as she tries her best to make it back up to the titles. The fans cheer for her louder as she grabs onto the ropes and gingerly pulls herself up. It was clear that she couldn’t stand on her on feet here. Not just the jump but the entirety of this hard fought match up has taken it’s toll on her leaving her with not enough strength to keep going. The fans continue to cheer for her. BRIAN MASON: C’MON ASH?! YOU CAN DO THIS?! C’MON?! JACK WARREN: WILL YOU SHUT UP?! Ashlyn nods as she listens to the cheers. She slowly makes her way over to the ladder and pushes it back to the center of the ring as best she could under the titles. Ashlyn takes one deep breath as she holds onto the ladder. She says something to herself and then begins to make her climb. As she climbs closer and closer to the top of the ladder the fans’ cheers grow louder and louder. BRIAN MASON: THIS IS IT?! THIS IS REALLY IT?! JACK WARREN: NO. NO. NO. NO...NO!!! De Luca makes it up to the top of the ladder. The fans are roaring in cheers for her as she stands there for a moment. A smile forms on her face as she looks up to the titles and reaches up to retrieve them….. BRIAN MASON: NO !!!!!!!!!!!! JACK WARREN: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! TONY CAPONE OUT OF NOWHERE RUNS DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING! JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT ASHLYN WAS GOING TO PULL DOWN THE TITLES SHE GOES FLYING IN THE AIR AS HE PUSHES THE LADDER OVER! SHE CRASHES DOWN ON THE ROPES, THEN DOWN ON THE EDGE OF THE APRON AND ULTIMATELY DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR! The crowd roars with boos as the Upper Echelon Manager stands in the mind of the ring with a strand of his hair hanging in front of his face. He stares outside of the ring making sure she wasn’t going to get up. Sure of himself that she wasn’t indeed going to be getting back up, Capone sets the ladder back up in the center of the ring. He then hops out of the ring and yells as the personnel checking on Emilio. BRIAN MASON: NOT AGAIN?! NOT FUCKING AGAIN?! UGH WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! JACK WARREN: GOD’S WORK, BRIAN! GOD’S WORK!!!! Capone yells at the people until they back off of Emilio. Capone helps Emilio up to his feet and makes sure he knows what was going on with a couple slaps on the face to get him focused. Capone nods as if he was satisfied and helps Emilio into the ring. Capone calls for him to begin climbing and Emilio slowly but surely begins to do just that! The fans boo as they watch Emilio climb to the top of the ladder and Capone stand guard just in case Ashlyn was able to get back up to her feet. BRIAN MASON: ASHLYN?! CMON?! DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN?! DON’T LET THIS NIGHTMARE CONTINUE PLEASE?! Emilio finally makes it up to the top of the ladder and pulls down both of the Bloodshed titles. Capone calls for the bell as the bellringer was already on the job. DING! DING!! DING!!! Emilio’s theme song hits as he stands there with the titles in his hands looking down at them with blood dripping down on their plates. Emilio then climbs over onto the top of the ladder to sit and holds up the two titles in the air. WHISPER VIPERI: And here's is your winner and STILL HKW Bloodlust Champion…...EMILIOOOOOOOOOO VIALPANDDOOOOO!!!! Tony claps congratulating his client while the crowd boos. BRIAN MASON: Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. JACK WARREN: Cheer up, Mase! This has been a wonderful night so far! Our prayers have truly been answered! BRIAN MASON: No! This is downright despicable! Emilio and all of Upper Echelon should be ashamed of themselves! This is an outrage I tell you! An outrage!! JACK WARREN: No! This is what this world needs! This is what the people on this planet needs! They needs Gods like the Upper Echelon to make sure everything is ring in the world! And so far tonight we have witnessed just that?! WINNER & STILL HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION: EMILIO VIALPANDO (32.43) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:36 PM Post #7 |
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13-21 in NABA
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![]() We see an open battlefield. The ground is torn and overcast covers the sky. Tyberius King can be seen walking down the middle of the field. TYBERIUS KING: On June 4th, 2017 I came to HKW. My goals were instantly named, I wanted the World title. Above all I wanted the person who held the title. Felicity Banks. Suddenly an mine explosion goes off and dirt is thrown everywhere. King stays focused on looking ahead and doesn’t even flinch. TYBERIUS KING: It’s been 10 months now that I have been chasing this exact moment. My chance to prove that I am without a doubt the future of this company. That I am the king more than ready to take the crown. Except first I have to overthrow the queen. Flashes of gunfire are heard and bullets are seen flying past King but he just keeps walking forward. TYBERIUS KING: For far too long you have sat upon the throne. Spewing your hatred and ruling with tyranny. The time for that has come and past. A bomb then drops and flies earth all over the place but King still remains unfazed. TYBERIUS KING: This is a battle that has been raging on for years. Twice I have fallen to you but tonight I will fall to no one. You and I will meet in that ring for thirty minutes. No breaks, no stops. This is not a transition of power Felicity, this is a take over. Suddenly the battlefield is stormed on both sides. Members of armies throughout history are seen all engaging with each other. Revolutionary soldiers against Mongol hordes, Samurai’s fighting Aztec’s, Mohawk’s fighting Spartans. Carthaginians are seen riding in on elephants followed by Maccabees running into battle. Suddenly the battle turns more modern and gunfire and flashes are seen everywhere. King is nowhere to be seen. Then a tank comes rolling threw. It clears a path that leads right up to a castle that is seen for the first time. As the tank begins to roll away a Soviet flag is seen flying on the back of it. Then Tyberius King makes his way through the smoke and up to the castle steps. TYBERIUS KING: This is it Fel, the third time is a charm. Tonight my kingdom will come, there is will to be done. King begins to walk up the steps and the scene ends. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a 30 minute ironman match! The competitor with the most falls at the end will be declared the winner! A single dark purple light begins to swirl through the arena as the words “over and over” are repeated for the intro. As the main riff kicks in the stage glows in a dark purple and a heavy fog begins to fill the stage. Slowly Tyberius King makes his way through the fog wearing a sleeveless long black jacket covered in black feathers. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, he is TYBERIUS KING!!! King makes his way down the ramp avoiding eye contact with the fans as his head faces the ground. He walks around the ring before climbing up onto the apron. King then scales to the top rope and looks out at the crowd. He jumps into the ring and then sits on the bottom turnbuckle waiting for the match to start. BRIAN MASON: It’s time, Jack. JACK WARREN: Fuck that saying. 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 “All Mine” break the silence of the anticipating crowd, giving a sense of mysticism to the whole affair. Stepping onto the stage, Felicity Banks stands resolute. 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. 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 stays narrow. She doesn’t respond to the pleasantries of the crowd, continuing her serious trek. She radiates intensity and graveness. She stops momentarily, hearing the call of the announcer come through the PA. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, she is The Supreme of HKW.....FELICITY BANKS!!! 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 arms in the air. The lights cascade faster, only to capitalize her status as the best. She climbs methodically back down the turnbuckle, landing on the mat with her head resting on the turnbuckle. When she rears her head, she slumps in the corner as she usually does. BRIAN MASON: Predictions, Jack? JACK WARREN: Probably Felicity. Ty’s probably out of his league tonight. But I guess it’ll be a nice lesson for him. 30 MINUTE IRONMAN MATCH QUEEN VS KING Felicity Banks vs Tyberius King DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell rings, Tyberius is all over Felicity, catching her with chops to the chest repeatedly as he backs her into a corner! He quickly irish whips her into the opposite corner and she bounces back, allowing Ty to quickly put her in a crossface, getting a round of cheers from the audience! King has it locked in as the audience already begins to tell Felicity to tap out! BRIAN MASON: Crossface by King! He’s looking to get an early fall! JACK WARREN: Get an early fall and then play keep away from the next 29 minutes? GENIUS! Felicity, however, is able to roll over and get a foot on the ropes, forcing Ty to break the hold. The two competitors slowly get to their feet again before Banks charges at King, but he catches her and throws her with an exploder suplex! The Supreme of HKW rolls around the mat before she slowly helps herself up, only for the former SSWA champion to catch her with another exploder suplex! King quickly goes for the cover, wanting to take the lead! BRIAN MASON: Ty’s not letting Felicity breathe at this point! JACK WARREN: Gonna need that first win because it Fel gets it, we’re going to see a blowout! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Ty shakes his head after the kickout and quickly gets to his feet before grabbing Fel’s legs, turning her over, and quickly locking her into high angle Texas cloverleaf! BRIAN MASON: King really wants this win tonight, Jack! But Fel is able to get to the ropes and grab them! The audience boos as the ref tells Ty she’s grabbed the ropes, which causes him to release her before the ref can even begin a count. King takes a few steps back as Banks slowly helps herself up. JACK WARREN: Gotta be smarter than that. Tyberius then decides he has given Felicity enough time to recuperate, charging right at her, only for the young woman to catch him with a drop toe hold that sends his neck crashing into the middle rope! King rolls around holding his throat in pain as Banks smirks before waiting for him to get to his feet and catching him with a spin kick to the midsection! The well liked wrestler drops to his knees, allowing the former two-time HKW World champion with a snap DDT! Felicity turns Tyberius over and goes for the cover, the ref sliding down to count! BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Felicity takes back over! JACK WARREN: That’s why she’s the 2nd best wrestler in the world....BEHIND THE MAN, THAT IS! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Felicity isn’t done there, the kickout not deterring her in any way. She walks over to the nearby corner before climbing to the middle turnbuckle and waits for Tyberius to get to his feet. Once King does, Banks leaps off and catches him with a diving knee attack, dropping him to the mat once more! The Supreme of HKW goes for the cover again, the audience booing again! BRIAN MASON: Oof, what a diving knee attack. JACK WARREN: Those damn knees. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Once again, Felicity shakes her head before slowly getting to her feet. She backs into a corner and motions for Tyberius to get to his feet before he rolls to a knee. Banks smirks before she charges forward and looks to hit her OWYH maneuver....only for King to catch her leg and reverse it right into an STF! The audience is cheering as Felicity screams out in pain, Ty having her fully locked in to the submission! BRIAN MASON: OFF WITH YOUR HE-no! Tyberius just reversed it into an STF! JACK WARREN: He’s done his homework. Is it enough though?! I sure as hell don’t think so! Tyberius screams at Felicity to tap out, but she refuses as she still tries to reach for the ropes in front of her, despite them being too far away from her! So the Supreme of HKW has to think on her feet and she begins biting her opponent’s arm, forcing him to yelp out in pain before he releases the hold, clutching at where he was bitten in pain. BRIAN MASON: Surprised the ref didn’t DQ Felicity for that! JACK WARREN: Wouldn’t shock me if he lets a few things go tonight. Both competitors get back to their feet after this and Felicity goes for another spin kick, but Ty catches her leg! Tyberius then grabs Fel from behind, hooking one of her arms, and hits a half nelson suplex! But he’s not done there as he gets her up in a seated position before hitting the ropes in front of her, then bouncing back and catching her with the Sliding D! The audience pops as Ty goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: SNAKE BITE! TYBERIUS COULD TAKE THE LEAD RIGHT HERE! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: Close, but he needs to capitalize off of this. Hit that little fruity knee strike you got in your arsenal, Tyberius. Tyberius lets out a sigh after the kickout but gets to his feet and grabs Fel by the head before he hoists her up on his shoulders. It looks like Ty is about to put Fel away, but she slips behind him and kicks the back of his right knee, forcing him to buckle and drop to a knee! She then takes a few steps back before charging forward and catching him with a running knee to the back of the head! The audience goes dead silent as King drops to the mat with a thud before Banks rolls him over and goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD~! JACK WARREN: Enjoy falling behind to Felicity, moron. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! Felicity Banks: 1 Tyberius King: 0 9:08 Felicity smirked after getting the first fall before she attempted another pin! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!! Banks shakes her head after the kickout before getting to her feet and looking at the downed before she begins using her foot to stomp at him and even go as far as waiting for him to get all fours before lightly kicking at his head with her foot. Tyberius seems to be getting fed up, but a kick to the ribs gets him to roll back onto his back. Banks looks at him in disgust before she shoves him out of the ring, letting him fall to the ground outside. She then exits out onto the apron and looks at King slowly helping himself up before she climbs the corner and gets to the top! Fel flips backwards after that, hitting a moonsault on Ty and laying them both out on the ground! BRIAN MASON: Felicity decides to go high risk and she lands it! This might be what extends her lead! JACK WARREN: Hell, the ref’s so shocked she pulled that off he forgot his job of STARTING A FUCKING COUNT! The former two time HKW World champion gets to her feet and uses whatever strength she has to roll her opponent back in the ring. Once they’re both back in the ring, Fel goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Felicity finally gets Ty back in the ring! Does she have enough to pick up a 2-0 lead?! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Tyberius kicks out again, getting an eye roll from Fel, who repeatedly lands knee drops after this, wanting to wear down her opponent. She then picks him up and puts him against the ropes, smirking as she steps back before charging forward and rocking him with a step up high knee! King falls back to the mat after this and Banks goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: That knee got Ty right in the nose! JACK WARREN: And it’s about to give Fel a 2nd fall before we even get at the halfway mark! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! King powers out again, getting a round of cheers from the audience. Banks shrugs her shoulders as she gets up and waits for King to do the same, the former SSWA champion using the ropes to help himself up. The UE member then charges at him, but he lowers his shoulder at the last second, sending her falling out of the ring and crashing down onto the ground! BRIAN MASON: Ty may have just found the opening he needed in order to tie this match up! JACK WARREN: He better do something now and stop wasting time. Ty quickly exits the ring and grabs Fel before remembering the disrespect she showed him earlier and throwing her into the steel steps! He then gets on the apron and pulls her up there before eventually hitting a snap suplex on the apron! Fel writhes around in pain as she rolls into the ring, allowing King to really shake off the attack he’s received the last few minutes. BRIAN MASON: Ty is in complete control right now! JACK WARREN: But can he get the fall he needs! We’re almost at the 15 minute mark! The man formerly known as Wadjethotep enters the ring once more and waits for Banks to get to her feet. Once she does, he proceeds to catch her with a gamengiri, sending her falling to the mat! Tyberius then attempts the pin, wanting to tie this match up as the audience cheers! BRIAN MASON: Gamengiri by King! He might have enough here! JACK WARREN: I don’t think it’s enough, Mase! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! King lets out a sigh after the kickout, but knows time is a luxury he cannot afford in this match, especially since he’s down 1-0. He quickly gets to his feet and grabs Banks by her head before attempting to lift her up for a brainbuster, only for her to land behind him, then clip his right knee again! The audience boos as Felicity targets the right knee, stomping away at it! She then pulls it right into a kneebar, forcing King to howl out in pain! BRIAN MASON: And now it seems Felicity is letting the submission arsenal loose! JACK WARREN: That’s more of a cocky move than a dangerous one. Sure, it’s hurting Ty, but he’s a master at this crap. He’ll get out of this. And it seems that Jack is right as Tyberius is able to get to the ropes after a couple of seconds, forcing Felicity to let go of him after the ref got the count up to 4. She then gets to her feet and waits for Ty to get back up before she grabs him from behind and plants him with a jumping neckbreaker! The Supreme of HKW turns her opponent over after that and attempts another pin as the audience boos! BRIAN MASON: Jumping neckbreaker by Felicity! Are we about to see a 2-0 lead?! JACK WARREN: At this rate, yes. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Fel keeps on the attack after the kickout, mounting herself on top of Ty and firing off with punches to his cranium. She then gets him into a kneeling position before catching him with a roundhouse kick! But instead of going for the cover, she picks him back up and gets him into another kneeling position! Banks then catches him with another roundhouse kick before she goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Two roundhouse kicks to the dome! Does Fel have enough to extend the lead?! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: Ty’s basically kicking out of instinct right now, the moron. He might as well wave the white flag! The UE member exits out onto the apron and waits for him to get up before she tries to springboard in, only to be brought down into a small package pin from out of nowhere! BRIAN MASON: What in the-?! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!! Felicity Banks: 1 Tyberius King: 1 20:53 JACK WARREN: What the hell just happened?! Ty releases Fel and the two competitors scramble to their feet before getting in each other’s face as they begin throwing punches seconds later! King seems to be getting the upper hand on Banks as he backs her into a corner, but she catches him with an open palm strike that sends him backpedaling! She then catches him with two more, the third one dropping him to the mat and giving Fel some breathing room! BRIAN MASON: Fel gets caught off guard for the tying fall, but it’s been basically all her these past few minutes! JACK WARREN: Yeah, Ty’s lucky he even got that fall. He takes any more punishment and he’s fucked. Felicity proceeds to look out at the booing audience before a smirk appears on her face and she walks over to Ty...locking in a chinlock and letting the audience know that she’ll waste all the time in the world that she wants! She even goes as far as pulling up Ty’s nose as she does this, wanting to add some pain to this as the audience boos her. BRIAN MASON: Looks like Fel believes she’s got all the time in the world to put this match away! JACK WARREN: I’d think so too considering she’s dominated the last five minutes or so. This continues for a bit, but Ty eventually catches her with an elbow that forces her off and sends her stumbling. He gets to his feet and turns towards her, but she comes racing in, leaping up and hooking his head, then planting him with a jumping DDT! The audience goes silent as Felicity goes for the cover right afterwards! BRIAN MASON: SPACE JAM DDT! JACK WARREN: 2-1, HERE IT COMES! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!!! King kicks out again, but this time, Banks looks over at the ref and begins arguing the count, believing that was enough to ensure her getting the lead back. As this is happening, Ty rolls and falls to the outside, which gets the attention of Fel eventually. She motions for him to get to his feet before attempting to go for a suicide dive, only for Ty to be ready for her and catch her with a European uppercut, sending her back into the ring! BRIAN MASON: Ty with a European uppercut! JACK WARREN: Holy hell, he might actually pull this off if he can string together some offense! As Banks lies on the mat, King quickly slides in and goes right after her, picking her up and proceeding to irish whip her into a corner! He then charges into the corner and hits a European uppercut there as well! Ty pulls Fel out of the corner after that and hits an exploder suplex that sends her flying! BRIAN MASON: Tyberius King is not playing around right now! JACK WARREN: I don’t see the idiot attempting a pin! Hey, moron! You need another fall to take the lead! The former SSWA champion stares daggers at the HKW Triple Crown winner before he gets to his feet. He then walks over to him and slowly pulls her up before hooking her head and lifting her up, keeping her vertical and letting the blood flow to her head! He keeps her there for a good 30 seconds before finally planting her with a brainbuster! He went for the cover, the audience counting along with the ref! BRIAN MASON: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAA~!!! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: Well, damn! I think Ty’s realizing this may be a lot tougher than he thought it would be! King is looking around, trying to think about what he can do next as he’s slowly running out of moves in his arsenal. He gets to his feet and backs up into a corner before he stomps on the mat, waiting for Felicity to get to her feet. When she does, Ty charges at her....but eats a Bank Shot superkick that drops him to the mat! The audience goes dead silent as Fel attempts the pin! BRIAN MASON: BANK SHOT! JACK WARREN: FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!!! The audience lets out a sigh of relief after King manages to kickout. Banks is slow to get to her feet, but then she spots that there’s about two minutes left in the match and quickly shakes the cobwebs off. She goes right for Ty, quickly pulling him into a headlock before driving repeated knees into his face, letting him drop to the mat after almost 30 seconds of driving her knees into his face! Felicity attempts another pin as the ref slides down and counts again! BRIAN MASON: Those are some vicious knees! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: But still not enough! She’s getting frustrated, Mase! Felicity looks at Tyberius after he kicks out and asks him why he won’t stay down. She stomps away at him a bit before exiting out onto the apron and waiting for him to get up. Once he does, she springboards back in and catches him with QueeKNEE, then knee rocking King’s jaw! Banks then goes for the cover as the audience goes dead silent, believing this is it! BRIAN MASON: TY IS OUT! FEL COULD WIN IT WITH A MINUTE LEFT! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: That right there is what we call too stupid to quit! Banks slaps the mat in frustration after the kickout before she gets to her feet and backs up into a corner, screaming at him to get up! King is slow to do so, but once he’s up to a knee, Fel shoots out of her corner. But Ty is ready for her as he lifts her up onto his shoulders to cheers from the audience! He then throws her off and catches her with a superkick as she comes falling down, knocking her out! BRIAN MASON: KINGDOM COME WITH 15 SECONDS LEFT! JACK WARREN: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?! GO FOR THE COVER! Ty, however, does not, believing it won’t be enough! He quickly picks up Felicity and lifts her up before planting her with a Ganso Bomb, her head connecting with the mat! BRIAN MASON: HE MIGHT NOT HAVE ENOUGH TIME! King then goes for the cover as the audience counts along. JACK WARREN: YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, MASE! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!!!! Felicity Banks: 1 Tyberius King: 2 29:59 DING! DING! DING! The audience pops huge as Ty rolls off of Fel and looks up at the lights in disbelief, almost shocked he was able to pull off the victory. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by 2 falls to 1....TYBERRRRRRRRRRIUSSSSSS KIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!! Ty slowly gets to his feet and celebrates as the audience cheers him on. Eventually, he and Fel look at one another and they nod to each other before Banks leaves the ring, allowing him to celebrate his well earned victory. BRIAN MASON: That was close but in the end, Tyberius King wins 2-1! JACK WARREN: What’s next for him though? He got his eyes on the main event for tonight? Sure is gonna be an interesting few episodes of Defiance coming up. WINNER: Tyberius King (2-1; 30:00) |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:38 PM Post #8 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a buried alive match! To win this match, you must lock your opponent in a casket! Then, once you are declared the winner, the casket will be buried in sand! This is also a career vs career match which means that the loser will retire! “Earthquake” by Labrinth plays and the audience pops as Zack Jones exits out from the back, no smile on his face. He knows exactly what tonight is and what a loss means. However, before he can take another step, Jaxon Queen jumps him from behind, dropping him to the ground before he begins stomping away at him! BRIAN MASON: Are you kidding me?! JAXON QUEEN, YOU ARE A COWARD! JACK WARREN: Calm down, Mase! He might try to kill us once he kills his cousin! Jaxon quickly picks his cousin up after he’s done stomping away at him and powerbombs him onto the stage, forcing Zack to writhe around in pain! The audience boos Queen, who just flips them off as they boo even louder! The refs then come in and force Queen to back up as they check on Zack. BRIAN MASON: What the hell did that prove?! JACK WARREN: That Jaxon Queen is a bad, bad man. After a bit, Zack helps himself up and tells the nearest ref to start the match right now! The ref tries to make sure he’s alright before finally relenting and telling the other refs to clear out before he calls for the bell! BURIED ALIVE MATCH CAREER VS CAREER Jaxon Queen vs Zack Jones DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Zack, why?! JACK WARREN: Because the little fucker is a fighter! Look, he’s even got me admitting it in this cesspool of a city! Queen smiles as he stares at Jones....before he runs forward and rocks him with a forearm shot, sending him falling to the ground! The UE member then picks his cousin back up and throws him into the barricade, the Team DLC member’s back colliding with it! But Jaxon isn’t done there as he repeats the process twice more, throwing Zack harder both times! BRIAN MASON: Jaxon Queen absolutely enjoying this right now! The former and first ever Dynasty champion pulls up the first ever Young Guns Cup winner before dragging him over to where the casket is next to the stage. A smile once again appears on Jaxon’s face as he tells Zack that he’s going to do him a favor and make short work of this. He then tosses him to the ground, only a few feet away from the casket! JACK WARREN: Looks like Jaxon’s not gonna try and drag this out too much! Zack’s about to end up in that casket soon enough! Jaxon walks over to the casket and opens it up, looking at it for a bit before he slowly turns back to Zack, who is on all fours. Queen rushes over and grabs Jones, slowly getting him up, only to eat an elbow to the stomach! And another one! And a few more, forcing the UE member to release his older cousin! Zack then uses this brief moment to catch Jaxon with an enzuigiri, dropping them both to the ground, the younger cousin out while the older one is just trying to get some breathing room. BRIAN MASON: Zack with the enzuigiri! Zack can still win this match! JACK WARREN: But that back of his must be killing him right now! Jones slowly helps himself up and looks over at his cousin, who rolls to his knees. He then runs forward and catches him with a shining wizard, dropping him to the ground! Zack then begins making the first actual attempt to get their opponent into the casket, but as he drags his bigger opponent, the Philadelphian stops and drops to a knee, holding his back in pain. This allows Jaxon to fire off with a headbutt, dropping his cousin! BRIAN MASON: Dammit! JACK WARREN: Called it. The Erie native slowly rises to his feet after that and looks at his cousin with a scowl now, knowing that he actually had him on the ropes a few seconds ago. So Jaxon yanks Zack back up and stares right at him before he lifts him up over his shoulder and proceeds to plant him hard onto the ground with a powerslam! BRIAN MASON: Oof, what a powerslam by Jaxon Queen! Zack Jones is in trouble right now! Queen looks at his downed cousin and grabs his right arm before he begins dragging him towards the casket. Jaxon leaves him right next to the casket though, not putting him in as he looks at his surroundings. The former Dynasty champion then walks over to a few feet away from the former World Tag Team champion and picks up a shovel, the audience booing his bad intentions! JACK WARREN: Jaxon, buddy, you might be going too far. BRIAN MASON: Might be?! He’s gonna try and split his cousin’s skull open with that damn shovel! Zack is on all fours as Jaxon picks the shovel off of the ground and stares at his cousin, screaming at him to get up! The fans try to warn the Philly native as he slowly helps himself up, not knowing what’s behind him. When Jones does turn around, Queen swings for the fences, but Jones ducks it at the last second! The shovel slips out of Jaxon’s hands before he sharply turns towards his cousin, only to eat a superkick that has him falling right into the casket! JACK WARREN: WHAT THE FUCK?! BRIAN MASON: SUPERKICK! JAXON HAS FALLEN INTO THE CASKET! ALL ZACK HAS TO DO IS CLOSE THE CASKET! JACK WARREN: There’s no way Jaxon loses like this! NO WAY! Zack looks around in disbelief before he walks over to the casket and tries to slam it shut....only for Jaxon to raise his hands and stop it a couple of inches short from doing so! Queen then uses his strength to push the casket open, forcing Jones to fall back to the ground! Jax helps himself out of the casket and slowly helps himself up, only to spot his own cousin with the shovel now in his hands! BRIAN MASON: I think Jaxon just realized he’s in deep, deep trouble! JACK WARREN: You better start ducking, Jax! The UE member tells him to put the shovel down and the Philadelphian stares at him for a few seconds....before finally tossing the shovel aside and motioning for Jaxon to come at him! Jaxon smirks once more as he charges at Zack and tackles him to the ground before the two begin trading blows as the audience has completely gone on Zack’s side! BRIAN MASON: This is turning into an all out fight! Jones pushes his cousin off of him and the two scramble to their feet. Queen attempts to clothesline him, but the former YGC winner ducks at the last second! Jaxon then sharply turns around and eats a dropkick from Zack, forcing him to go over the barricade and into some fans! Zack takes a few steps back and waits for his cousin to get up before he runs forward and sails over the barricade, tackling his cousin to the ground! JACK WARREN: Have they even hit more than three wrestling moves? BRIAN MASON: No, but this is a fight. What was your excuse during your normal matches? JACK WARREN: ...YOU MOTHERFUCKER. The Philadelphian is letting his cousin have it as he fires off with lefts and rights, but the Erie native is trying his best to cover up. Eventually, Jaxon manages to grab a hold of a cup of beer and slams it in into his cousin’s head, sending beer everywhere and forcing Zack to stop his attack! As Jones tries his best to get the beer out of his eyes, Jaxon gets to his feet and catches his own cousin with a stiff yakuza kick! BRIAN MASON: Yakuza kick by Queen! JACK WARREN: And did you see what he just did?! Think that’s the first time Zack Jones had touched beer in years! Love that type of disrespect! Who needs sobriety anyway? Jaxon looks at all the fans nearby and tells them to move the hell out of his way before they all race off, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the ire of a man who has put many people into comas. Queen then picks up Jones and stares at him for a few seconds with a sneer before getting him up into a powerbomb, looking to send him crashing into the chairs...only for Zack to reverse it into a hurricanrana! The UE member crashes into the chairs that he meant to throw his cousin into and he begins screaming out in pain as the audience cheers! BRIAN MASON: Zack Jones reversed it! Jaxon Queen just paid for his mistake! JACK WARREN: I’ll give Zack something, at least. He’s like a cockroach! Tough to kill! Queen rolls onto all fours eventually, but Jones is already up to his feet, a little tired after all of this fighting. He motions for his younger cousin to get up and after a bit, Jaxon is finally up to his feet. So Zack runs right at him, but he’s actually surprised as Jaxon throws him up in the air and brings him crashing down onto some of the other chairs with a pop-up powerbomb! BRIAN MASON: OH NO! JACK WARREN: Well, Zack’s dead. The audience goes completely silent as Zack lies there, in pain. Jaxon slowly helps himself up and looks at the now silent group of bystanders before he grabs his cousin and begins dragging him over the barricade, He then tosses him over the barricade before hopping over it himself and begins dragging him towards the casket, eventually throwing him in there! BRIAN MASON: No! JACK WARREN: Yes! Queen goes to slam the casket shut....but Jones gets his legs up, blocking it! The high flyer then uses his leg strength to kick the casket open before he catches his larger opponent with a punch to the gut that sends him stumbling back! Zack quickly gets out of the casket and gets to his feet before he runs right at Jaxon, only to eat a discus clothesline that sends him flipping in the air before he crashes! BRIAN MASON: Zack thought he might have had an opening right there, but Jaxon put a stop to that immediately! JACK WARREN: Wave goodbye to your little underdog! Jaxon’s jaw clenches as he stares at his downed cousin before he does the slit throat motion, getting a round of boos from the audience. Queen then gets Jones up and lifts him up into what seems to be the set up for his powerbomb into a backbreaker! BRIAN MASON: Zack’s in a bad spot right now! But Zack reverses into a frankensteiner, getting a huge pop! JACK WARREN: What’s it going to take to put this little fucker away?! The audience has now begun a “Zack” chant as he quickly rolls to a knee while he watches his younger cousin writhe around in pain. So Jones tries to take advantage of that and quickly picks up his older cousin before taking a deep breath....then lifting him up onto his shoulders! BRIAN MASON: Zack’s about to put this match to sleep with Sober Up! However, Zack can only hold Jaxon for a few seconds before he lets go, dropping to a knee while Jaxon falls on his back. JACK WARREN: Ha! The back comes into play again! Queen and Jones both get to their feet eventually and the UE member chuckles when he realizes that his older cousin is wounded. Zack knows his time is limited, so he makes the first move, but Jaxon is too quick as he grabs him by the throat, then headbutts him, busting his forehead open! BRIAN MASON: Ouch. Jaxon continues to keep a clutch on Zack’s throat as he fires off with another headbutt! JACK WARREN: Goddamn, those sound like concussions waiting to happen. JAXON QUEEN: YOU WILL NOT BEAT ME! Another headbutt. JAXON QUEEN: KISS YOUR CAREER GOODBYE! A fourth headbutt. JAXON QUEEN: HELL, KISS YOUR FAMILY GOODBYE! And a fifth headbutt, this one seemingly knocking Zack out. Jaxon begins to laugh as he continues trash talking. JAXON QUEEN: Great example you’re setting for your kids! Teach them how to give up before the match is even done! Hope they’re watching this so that they learn that their dad is a fail- BAM. The audience pops massively as Zack seems to have a found another wind, catching Jaxon right in the nose with a headbutt of his own, breaking the damn thing! Queen releases Jones and clutches his nose in pain as Zack gets a few seconds to breathe! BRIAN MASON: HE’S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT IN HIM! JACK WARREN: That broken nose is going to hurt for a few months. Jaxon charges right at Zack after getting over the initial pain from his broken nose, but he ends up eating a tornado enzuigiri that sends him falling to the mat! BRIAN MASON: ZACKNADO!!! Jones, now absolutely livid at all the things Queen said about his family does the slit throat motion himself, getting a scowl from Queen! The Erie native then smacks the ground in anger, helps himself up, then charges right at his cousin, only to eat a roundhouse that sends him stumbling! Zack calls for the end and quickly hoists Jaxon up on his shoulders, the sheer strength being all adrenaline now! JACK WARREN: This can’t be happening! BRIAN MASON: You know what’s coming next! JACK WARREN: Shut up, Mase! Zack then throws his cousin off of his shoulders, forcing him to land on his feet, before catching him with a stiff kick to the side of the head! BRIAN MASON: SOBERRRRRRRR UPPPPPPPPPP!!!! Jaxon is sent stumbling backwards before he falls right into the casket! JACK WARREN: NOOOOOO! Jones then stumbles forward and slams the casket shut with authority, falling to the ground as the audience pops louder than before and the bell rings! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: HERE IS YOUR WINNER......ZAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK JOOOOOOOOOOOOONESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! BRIAN MASON: YES! YES! YES! ZACK JONES HAS DONE IT! ZACK JONES HAS WON! JACK WARREN: What a horrible nightmare this is. WHISPER VIPERI: And due to the career vs career stipulation in this match, JAXON QUEEN NOW HAS TO RETIRE FROM WRESTLING! Another pop from the audience as Zack finally sits up, breathing heavily as he looks at the casket. The trunk that will pour the sand on the casket and bury Jaxon in it begins to back up, the audience beginning to chant “bury him” over and over again. But Zack has other plans. BRIAN MASON: What’s he doing?! Jones walks over to the driver of the truck and tells him to stop just for one minute. The driver agrees to it before Zack limps over to the casket and opens it back up to Jaxon lying there, hands on his head as he realizes he lost. He then looks over at Zack....who extends a hand to him. Jaxon stares at him for a few seconds....then accepts it, getting pulled out of the casket to boos from the audience. JACK WARREN: Did he just save Jaxon? Jones and Queen stare at one another before Zack mouths “I’m sorry” but Jaxon shakes his head. JAXON QUEEN: There’s nothing to be sorry about. There’s a few seconds of silence before Queen breaks it again. JAXON QUEEN: Thank you. And with that, Jaxon turns and begins walking away to the back, still bleeding out of his nose. He then disappears to the back, taking one last look before he does so, knowing that his time in wrestling has come to an end. BRIAN MASON: Wow. Zack Jones is the winner tonight, but I don’t think it’s really winning the match that’s made him the winner tonight. JACK WARREN: What the hell are you talking about? BRIAN MASON: Zack knew that if he got Jaxon to retire, no one else would get hurt and maybe, just maybe, Jaxon would be able to revert back to the young man that originally came through those doors years ago. And it seems like he achieved just that. Zack Jones is the winner here tonight for a plethora of reasons! JACK WARREN: “Plethora?” Stop speaking Spanish, Mase! We got these idiots to the right of us doing that job already! You can hear Mase let out a sigh, but the last shot we see before we cut elsewhere is of Zack Jones falling back down to a seated position, the amount of blood he’s leaking causing medics to come check on him. 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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2018, 05:40 PM Post #9 |
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The feed opens to Lyza Reyes sitting on a recliner in what appears to be a home theatre. There’s a large screen about 10 feet away from her displaying clips from Defiance. From backstage interviews, to run-ins with Kai and Asha Astor, the Universally Dope has been in quite a predicament as she is on the chase for the HKW World Championship. The instrumental version of her theme song “In Distressed,” plays in the background as the number one contender studies the footage. Reyes gets up from her seat with the remote in her hand. She walks towards the screen where she gets a closer look of the chaos that airs on TNT and the Evolve Network. The footage is paused on the frame that has the HKW logo centered, serving as a backdrop as she stands in front of it to address viewers. LYZA REYES: Greetings and salutations to my darling Lyzanites and the HKW Faithful. The time to face the music has finally arrived. After weeks of back and forths with the Champion and my...Co-Contender, I can finally unleash. The mind games, distractions and all this he-said and she-said nonsense can be put to rest. I never have nor do I intend on leaving a venue with a championship belt UNLESS I won the dang thing myself after making the champion tap or getting the three count! Anything outside of that, and the belt doesn’t mean anything to me. It would be like taking a science fair trophy from your neighbor’s kid yet you thought photosynthesis was an 80’s themed snapchat filter. She scoffs before continuing. LYZA REYES: But sure, expect the worst from everyone, Kai. You wouldn’t see it any other way, huh? There’s no denying when I first met the World Champion almost two years ago at Subversion 12, I was kind of awestruck by him and Zero. Two legendary figures were in pursuit of the Global Tag Team Championships, but they couldn’t even be in the same room as the other, and because of that, my partner and I defeated them and we moved on in the tournament. The going got tough for you, Kai? I mean, I know Zero can be a handful and as overbearing as Howard’s mom from The Big Bang Theory; though you couldn’t let that slide for about fifteen minutes. You left him for dead, and it’s too bad you didn’t stick around longer! Good times . ...please don’t be such a party pooper at Burial Grounds. Her hands clasp in unity as she pleads. LYZA REYES: Now, I know I can count on Asha showing up and staying until the cleaning crew starts sweeping around our feet. It’s just too bad she has a tendency to bring uninvited guests and I look like a dummy because I don’t have coloring books and lincoln logs for her “slave.” Do whatever you need to do to feel safe, babygirl. Security blankets and insurance policies are nice, I suppose. You embody the whole, “new face, who dis?” tagline, but what benefits do you get from a new look when you’ve blacked out whatever good you had inside your heart? Then again, wiping away the bad memories seems like the only way to move forward - for a coward. You’ve had plenty of opportunities to learn and to flourish, but it looks like you’ve chosen a much darker path. These dark paths are alluring and intriguing when hard work and dedication are not an option. You carry on as you gain confidence and the will to continue from the negative influences disguised as motivators and guides to where you want to be. You’re taught to see me as prey and this sacrificial lamb because I’m built differently. I have a different approach that’s taken for weakness when in reality, I face fear head on. Admittedly there are moments where my adrenaline surges when one is expected to be “shooketh” by a certain presence or action. I’ve learned to channel that emotion and use the adrenaline to fight back and I will be doing that at Burial Grounds. I am not your sacrificial slaughter, however it will be fun to see both of you attempt to make me the unsuspecting lamb… The hunter never wants to share their “prize” with anyone else. They want to mount it for their own self-glorification for storytime in the future. Despite there being two number one contenders, there can only be one winner. Again, I am not the one to be sacrificed, but the one to help you tell a good story in the near future. The scene puts Lyza out of focus as she adds the last word in, whispering “Ultra.” The screen behind her once again resumes with footage of her opponents in their latest bouts, transitioning to Asha Astor, with the cameraman zooming in on her soulless eyes. The camera zooms out slowly and shows Asha Astor sitting in a dimly lit room. She has a big smile on her face as the camera stops zooming out. The video quality is grainy almost as if it found footage from a low budget horror film. ASHA ASTOR: Tonight will be so fun. You know why? Can you guess why tonight will be fun? Asha tilts her head to the side as silence fills the room almost as she was waiting on the audience to answer her. After a moment Asha claps her hands. ASHA ASTOR: That’s right! Tonight is the night that I become your HKW World Champion. Good job! Asha giggles as the video begins to skip and static takes over. ASHA ASTOR: The process has been happening for months for my reign, and now that I have sacrificed Jason Mentez one of the strongest warriors for HKW I can continue my ascent to the top of the wrestling division. I can start my kingdom. The video abruptly cuts to a different part of the video showing Asha in a different position brushing a Barbie doll’s hair rather aggressively. She smiles softly, and looks at the camera. There is a video package played of Lyza inring. ASHA ASTOR: Lyza...is one of the most talented wrestlers on this roster. Her poise and infectious personality is so….so attractive. She’s perfect...from her smile to her pretty long brown hair. Like a beautiful Barbie doll. I always liked Barbie dolls. The scene shows Asha starting to rip at the doll’s hair with the brush. She laughs loudly as she continues brushing the dolls brown hair. ASHA ASTOR: But she made a big mistake not accepting my friendship! She could’ve ruled alongside of me. But she made her choice and unfortunately...she’ll have to suffer. Asha bites the head off of the Barbie doll and tosses the body into a pile of other headless barbie carcases. She wipes her mouth and looks back at the camera. She turns her attention to a poster of Kai hanging on the wall of the room she’s in. She smiles at it and giggles. ASHA ASTOR: I’ve been watching the shadow prince. He’s been a champion of prestige and honor. The way he works is mysterious...and scary. Asha pouts and looks at the camera a moment before grinding. Footage plays of the brutality that Kai has used as champion showing him putting his opponents away with his finishers. It then cuts back to Asha tilting her head. ASHA ASTOR: But...I’m not scared of the dark Kai. I know the shadows more than anyone. I live in the shadows. Darkness is MY home. You don’t scare me...but you do fascinate me. The lights start to flicker before turning off completely. The camera zooms in and puts a spotlight on Asha’s face. ASHA ASTOR: However, Kai you have reigned as champion for too long. Your time is up. It doesn’t matter how much I fancy the mystery you create; destiny plays no favorites. You must give in to the new order. Everyone must. It is time for the reign of Asha, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The camera goes static again playing white noise before coming back to a jump scare of Asha with a bloody smile lunging at the camera. As the camera cuts back to the arena the screen seemingly freezes in mid transition, causing it to stay on the faces of the fans. Suddenly the stream seems to glitch out, with parts of the screen whiting out briefly before it resumes and the loud cheers are once again heard. Just as the camera switches to ringside and our announcers for the night, the Evolve Network stream freezes once again. This time the feed cuts back to the HKW Logo, only thanks to the distortion of the screen, the logo having changed to shades of black and white. The logo doesn’t linger long as the feed cuts abruptly and the screen fills with static and white noise, before switching in between what looks like carnage and destruction inside of the ring, and a dark, almost scarcely lit room. The camera statics out once again, before cutting to the dimly lit room, only this time there’s someone.. some thing sitting in the chair in the middle of the room. While the individual’s body is shrouded in shadows due to the lighting, the Faceplate of The World Championship is very much visible as he keeps the title clutched in a death grip in front of him. Kai is silent at first, keeping his face out of view as he stares down at the World Title in his hands. KAI: How many more bodies must I lay at their feet? The camera shifts from Kai to a vignette of Kai’s path of Destruction to the World Title, starting with The Six Pack Challenge on Subversion’s Decay PPV that landed him the spot in The GO Ladder Match, before ending on the image of Kai holding up the Briefcase at Destiny, Chapter 3. KAI: How much more blood must I shed? The static screen pops back up once again, before switching to Kai’s wars over the last 4 years. His Unsanctioned Match against Knox Hurst at Destiny: Chapter 2 which saw him take an ungodly amount of punishment before ending Hurst’s Chapter in HKW with a Kai Bomb through the stage, his Barbed Wire Cage Match against Luke Wisia at Almost Famous Night 2, with the two tearing one another apart in a brutal, vicious display. KAI: How many times will they try to take aim at me, only to allow the fear… the realization… the help-less-nessss… to overwhelm them as they realize who it is that stands before them…? Finally it switches to the image of a bloodied, beaten down Kai somehow standing after being dropped 15 feet off of the hard cam tower at Divine Supremacy: Night One. As well as the image of him standing right back up following a vicious assault from Felicity Banks just a few moments later and stalking after her. ...NO WAY! HE IS FUCKING MICHAEL MYERS, BRIAN! The camera cuts back to where Kai is seated as he raises his head, one of his vivid green eyes the only part of his face visible as he stares straight ahead. KAI: How much more must I feed this anger, this burning rage lying beneath the surfice that drives me is finally sated and full? I don’t quite know myself. But tonight I get the chance to feed it once more. The video feed cuts briefly, shifting back and forth between the images of The Triple Threat #1 Contenders Match and the controversial ending. KAI: One who ended a life of mockery and scorn and began anew. One who so calls herself walking a similar path to mine, where violence and darkness is all that remains. But she doesn’t know… she doesn’t truly understand the inner workings of all of this -- Kai gestures to the shadows around him as images of Asha and her antics as of late fill the screen. KAI: And just how far down one has to go in order to reach this, to see it as the only salvation to end your own pain and suffering before unleashing it upon those who oppose you. The other… the other walks the far end of the spectrum, still looking for optimism and a sense of morality where many have left it at the wayside. Attempting to do right and make sense of it all as she looks towards her future, hoping and praying that her words ring true. Kai’s eyes snap towards the camera. KAI: Reyes… Astor... I want the both of you to think long and hard about what I willingly became in order to win this. After suffering for so long and being so close, so painfully close, I want the thought of what I was willing to do, what punishment I dragged my body through just to have this - the pinnacle of our industry in my grasp. I want this to weigh heavily on your minds as you both walk down the ramp to do battle with me. As Kai spoke, the distinct sound of flames crackling is heard and an eerie orange glow lights up behind Kai. KAI: Now imagine if you will, what I’ll do to the two of you, to anyone that sees fit to oppose me, in order to keep it? The flames behind Kai grow, finally illuminating his features as the signature face paint and scowl come into view. KAI: Be prepared to bring your all, or be left broken and beaten as you watch the flames of my wrath consume you… The feed jumps and cuts in and out, flickering between images of the last several weeks between the three combatants before finally cutting back to ringside. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is your main event of the evening and it is a triple threat match for the HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage. She's caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and "In Distress" by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play. "I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest..." WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, she is the 1st challenger; LYZA REYES!!! She makes her way down the ramp, tagging a few hands along the way. She walks up the steel steps, and positions herself in the center of the ring to scope out the audience. She points at fans also known as "Lyzanites," in acknowledgment of their enthusiasm and admiration. BRIAN MASON: Lyza’s come a long way. Tonight could very well be the night she achieves the biggest accomplishment in her career. JACK WARREN: Keep dreaming. The arena goes black as the distorted melodies of Beyonce’s I’ve been on haunt the arena. The lights start flashing a bit before red smoke and lighting builds at the stage. As the operatic vocals begin the titantron lights up with images of fire burning as Asha Astor elevates up from under the stage as she reaches the surface she poses holding a single rose in her hand as she eyes the crowd. She does a simple slow spin basking in all of her own glory. Mason stands behind her with a menacing gaze as she finally makes her way down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, she is the 2nd challenger; ASHA ASTOR!!! The fans boo her as she walks in time with the music her long robe drags behind her as she looks around stalking the crowd. She twirls the rose in the hand as she stops at the bottom of the ramp. She hisses at the audience before walking over to the ring apron. Mason enters the ring and holds the rope down for Asha. She climbs on the apron and spreads her arms wanting the fans to admire her. After she enters through the lower rope she lets her robe slowly drag over the rope behind her as she makes her way to the center of the ring. She slides out of her robe slowly and puts her hands on her hips looking around at the crowd with disgust. BRIAN MASON: Asha got a shot to win tonight, Jack? JACK WARREN: Hopefully not. We’ve already got an emo champ. We don’t need a super emo champ. The lights dim and the arena is bathed in an eerie blue light as a white fog began to roll in and covered the stage, causing the crowd to cheer as it signals the arrival of The Silent Warrior. The Intro to Motionless in White’s “Reincarnate” begins to play over the PA System. You pull the trigger just for fun Forgetting I'm a loaded gun So hate me for the things I've done And not for what I've now become Right in the center of the stage as the first verse kicks in, a figure clad in all black rose from the fog. Kai comes into full view a few seconds later, the white and black grease paint looking demonic underneath the lighting and his face blank and expressionless as always, and the HKW World Championship very visible beneath the black leather duster he wears and displayed proudly around his waist. Kai’s takes a look around for a brief moment one of his hands idly drifting across the face plate of the championship, before he stares impassively out into the sea of fans in the arena and begins to walk down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING HKW WORLD CHAMPION.....KAI!!!! Crawling from hell Fallen from grace And there is nothing left to take Leaving the past to the grave So we can reincarnate Kai ignores the fans on either side of the isle and stays completely focused on the ring as he stops on a dime at the foot of the ramp. He doesn't move for a few moments, just simply staring at the ring as if analyzing it in his mind. Kai breaks from his trance like state and quickly walked up the steel steps and climbs up the ropes while unhooking the title from his waist. Kai lowers his head, then raises both arms at his side with the title in hand, causing fans to erupt. The Silent Warrior hops down into the ring and hands the title to the referee, then shrugs off his trench coat as he prepares for his match. BRIAN MASON: Kai’s a tough man to beat. JACK WARREN: He beat Fel for that title. That should say enough about this guy. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP Asha Astor vs Kai © vs Lyza Reyes DING! DING! DING! The three competitors all stare at one another to start things off, all of them expecting someone else to make the first move. Asha’s the first one to strike, catching Lyza off guard with a running forearm that drops her to the mat! But Kai is right there to take it to Asha, firing off with some punches before tossing her out of the ring, her bodyguard/minion racing over to check on her. As this is happening, Lyza waits for Kai to turn around before she catches him with a running hurricanrana! BRIAN MASON: And as expected, our main event has started in complete chaos! JACK WARREN: It’s going to be all hell breaking loose in this bitch, to be quite honest, Mase. Reyes is up to her feet after the hurricanrana and she quickly exits the ring while remaining on the apron! She then leaps off and catches Mason Astor with a tornado DDT, planting him on the ground outside! The audience cheers Lyza on as she then goes after Asha, grabbing her and tossing her back into the ring! The former ITV champion then climbs to the top rope and waits for Kai to get to his feet before she leaps off and catches him with a dropkick that sends him stumbling back and falling out of the ring! BRIAN MASON: Lyza is on fire to start this match! She’s taking it to Asha and Kai right now! JACK WARREN: She needs to actually attempt a pin at some goddamn point in order to win the title, Mase! Lyza is feeding off the audience’s cheers as she gets to her feet, her attention turning to Asha. Astor slowly gets to her feet and stumbles back....right into the clutches of Reyes, who proceeds to hit a bridging German suplex! The ref slides down and begins the count as the audience counts along! BRIAN MASON: Bridging German suplex by Lyza! Do we have a new World champion?! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The audience lets out a sigh as Asha manages to kickout at the last second. Lyza lets out a sigh before she quickly rolls out of the ring and watches Kai get to his feet. Knowing she has to keep him downed, she quickly grabs him from behind before racing forward and planting him on the ground with a bulldog! JACK WARREN: Holy shit, does this woman have a great game plan or what? The woman from Queens races back into the ring after taking out Kai, her focus solely on the woman formerly known as Riley Lynn. Reyes quickly grabs Astor and picks her back up off the mat before irish whipping her hard into the nearest corner! Asha hits the turnbuckles and stumbles back into Lyza, who is quick to take her down to the mat before pulling her into a fujiwara armbar! BRIAN MASON: Lyza’s got Asha in the fujiwara! Asha has nowhere to go! We might be looking at the next World champion! Asha’s trapped and looks close to tapping out until Mason hops on the apron! The ref turns away from Lyza and Asha, missing Astor tapping out! He tries to get Mason down off the apron, but he refuses, forcing Lyza to release Asha before she runs over and dropkicks his knees, forcing him to fall off the apron and have his head collide with it before he fell to the ground! JACK WARREN: Guess Mason Astor is pretty useful, ain’t he? Reyes tells him to stay out of the match before she turns around and is met with a flying clothesline from Kai himself! The move connects and Lyza eventually rolls out of the ring! Kai gets to his feet after that, but Asha clips his right knee from behind, forcing him to drop and allowing her to punch away at his head until he’s fully grounded! BRIAN MASON: Asha just clipped Kai’s right knee and has somehow managed to get control after all of that! JACK WARREN: This main event is a fucking mess already. Shit like this didn’t happen when I was World champion, I’ll tell you what. Asha stops punching away at Kai as he’s on all fours before she takes a few steps back. She then runs forward and catches him with a dropkick to the head! Astor quickly gets to her feet after that and hits a standing moonsault, the audience booing her as she goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Asha Astor with the standing moonsault! She’s got the cover on Kai! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Asha rolls her eyes after the kickout before she begins trying to claw Kai’s eyes out, the ref helpless to stop it due to the no disqualification rule. After she’s finally done with that, she exits the ring and yells at Mason to pick Lyza up, which he gladly does after what she did to him. He then throws her forward, allowing Asha to plant her to the ground with an STO! Asha then screams at Mason to throw her back into the ring, which he does, before she slides in and makes the cover! JACK WARREN: Smart move there. BRIAN MASON: Letting someone else do your work for you? That’s cowardice. JACK WARREN: This is why you will never win another wrestling match! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Asha rolls her eyes after the kickout before she tells Mason to take Kai out. So Mason does as she asks and drags Kai out of the ring while Asha quickly grabs Lyza’s left arm and locks it into an armbar! Reyes is screaming out in pain as Mason lifts Kai over his shoulder, looking to take out the HKW World champion! BRIAN MASON: Asha has the armbar locked in and Mason has some bad intentions in mind for Kai! JACK WARREN: Asha will be the most batshit insane champion we’ve had since that unstable fuck Shane Atwater! As she’s got Lyza locked in the armbar, Kai manages to slip behind Mason, the audience roaring in approval! Mason sharply turns around and eats a headbutt that sends him stumbling backwards towards the barricade! Kai then charges forward and spears Mason through the barricade, getting a massive pop from the audience! BRIAN MASON: KAI’S GOT SOME LIFE LEFT IN HIM! JACK WARREN: Asha needs to get Lyza to tap out right now because Kai’s not gonna take too long to recover! Kai is up a few seconds later, looking at the downed Mason before his attention turns back to the ring. He quickly slides into the ring and charges towards Asha, who sees him coming at the last second, only to eat a boot to the face that forces her to break up the submission hold! Kai then picks up Asha and throws her into a corner before he begins firing off with punches that eventually get her into a seated position! This then causes Kai to begin stomping a mudhole in her before finally backing off as the audience cheers him on! BRIAN MASON: I think Kai has had it with Asha right about now! JACK WARREN: He might hang the bitch tonight. The World champion’s eyes then drift over to Lyza, who is using the hand on the arm that wasn’t put in an armbar. Once to her feet, she shakes that arm off, but Kai rushes up behind her and proceeds to hit a snap dragon suplex, landing right on her neck! Kai then gets to his feet and grabs Asha out of the corner before he hits a head and arm belly to belly overhead suplex, forcing her to land on Lyza! Both women roll around the mat in pain before Kai goes for the cover on Lyza! BRIAN MASON: Kai is absolutely letting loose right now! Nobody is safe! JACK WARREN: If he comes near us, I’m throwing you at him and running like any normal person would do. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Kai shakes his head after the kickout before he picks Lyza up and throws her out of the ring, moving his focus over to Asha, He grabs her by the throat and proceeds to throw her into the ropes before she bounces back and he hits a swinging backbreaker! But he’s not done there as he deadlifts her into an exploder suplex! The audience roars in approval as Kai goes for the pin once more! BRIAN MASON: NEVERMORE! THAT MIGHT JUST BE IT! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: How fucking stupid does someone have to be to kickout of that?! Just stay down! Kai gets to his feet after the last kickout and begins to slowly get Asha up to hers...only for Lyza to come sailing in from out of nowhere with a diving crossbody! BRIAN MASON: Where in the hell did Lyza come from?! Reyes quickly rolls to her feet and waits for Kai to do the same before she catches him with a dropkick that sends him falling to the mat! She then waits for him to roll to a knee before moving in and hitting a DDT! Lyza quickly turns Kai over and attempts the pin, wanting to capture the HKW World championship! JACK WARREN: Holy shit, she’s about to do it! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Kai powers out, getting a sigh from Lyza as she looks over at him, then looks over at Asha. Reyes quickly gets up and picks up the woman who has caused quite a bit of chaos the past few months before shoving her in the corner and firing off with chops to the chest! The woman formerly known as Riley Lynn eventually falls to the mat, giving the former ITV champion an idea as she quickly locked in a camel clutch, the audience cheering her on as she tried to capture the HKW World championship! BRIAN MASON: Lyza’s got the camel clutch locked in! JACK WARREN: And Asha might be enjoying that! You ever seen that sex tape? BRIAN MASON: God no! JACK WARREN: Yeah, me neither. Hahahaha...ha. Lyza’s got the hold locked in tight and Asha has nowhere to go, but Kai begins stirring, which forces Lyza to release Asha and go right at him! The liked title contender quickly grabs the champion’s right leg and locks in a calf slicer, forcing Kai to groan out in pain as he is stuck in the center of the ring, the ropes nowhere near him! BRIAN MASON: Now she’s got Kai in a calf slicer! This young woman wants to walk out of here as the HKW World champion! JACK WARREN: “Young woman?” Fuck, you’re old. BRIAN MASON: I’m actually 35 years old, but at least my hairline isn’t 55 like yours! JACK WARREN: HEY, FUCK YOU. I’M THE ONE WHO DOES THE ROASTING HERE. AGJABNGDSJDSJFBAJBBSBSAFAAAL. As Jack Warren has a stroke on PPV, Kai has decided to use his strength to get himself closer to the ropes. He eventually does get there, grabbing the bottom rope and forcing the break! The ref doesn’t even begin a count as Lyza immediately releases him, forcing Kai to roll out of the ring, clutching his right leg in pain! Meanwhile, Lyza gets to her feet and stares at the downed Kai before turning around....and right into a spear from Asha! BRIAN MASON: Dammit! JACK WARREN: HA! Crazy never stays down long! Astor gets to her feet after hitting the spear and looks over to see that Mason is still down, which brings a scowl on her face. She motions for Reyes to get to her feet, which she slowly does, before running forward, leaping up, hooking her head, and planting her with a jumping DDT! Asha turns Lyza over as she goes for the cover, the audience booing as she does so! BRIAN MASON: Asha just took advantage and could be cashing in right now! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: Close! You can tell Lyza is worn down right now! Hell, all three of them are. This match has spent them and you know there’s going to be more! Asha hisses at the ref after Lyza kicks out, believing his count wasn’t quick enough. She then slides out of the ring and walks over to the timekeeper, throwing him off before she grabs his chair and folds it up. Astor walks over to Kai after this, setting the folded chair up on the ground before she grabs Kai by his hair and slowly pulls him over the chair...then drives him into it with a facebuster! BRIAN MASON: A facebuster onto the chair! JACK WARREN: Looks like both Asha and Lyza consider Kai the biggest threat of this match with all these attacks outside of the ring! But you know why I love triple threats? Because EVERYTHING IS LEGAL! The young woman smiles at the laid out Kai before she slithers back into the ring. Asha slowly gets into the ring and watches Lyza use the ropes once again to help herself up. However, once Lyza stumbles around, she turns right into a headscissors DDT from Asha, planting her head into the mat! The audience has gone dead silent as Astor goes for the cover, hooking both legs! BRIAN MASON: HEADSCISSORS DDT BY ASHA! LYZA MIGHT BE DONE FOR! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT!!! JACK WARREN: Come on, man! Finish up! I gotta take a leak, dammit! Astor shakes her head once more after the kickout before she mounts herself on top of Reyes and begins repeatedly slamming her head into the mat, the audience booing her as she does so. However, she comes to a stop when she notices Kai is getting up on the outside. Asha then runs towards the ropes, looking to sail through them and take down Kai, only for Kai to grab the chair she used on him and throw it at her, catching her in the skull and sending her falling back down onto the mat! BRIAN MASON: KAI WITH SOME QUICK THINKING! JACK WARREN: I think Kai’s mad as fuck....which means someone might die tonight. Kai enters the ring after that and waits for Lyza to get to her feet before taking her off of them once more with a discus European uppercut! Reyes is down as Kai turns his attention back, pulling her up to both feet before planting her in the center of the ring with a backdrop driver! The audience is fired up and so is Kai as he gets to his feet and begins measuring up Lyza once more! BRIAN MASON: This isn’t going to end well for Asha and Lyza, is it? JACK WARREN: Nope. Lyza once again stumbles to her feet and Kai is quick to attack, charging forward and knock the spit out of her mouth with a running forearm smash! The Queens native falls through the ropes and out of the ring, allowing Kai to focus his attention solely on Asha! Kai quickly moves over to Astor and picks her up before throwing her back into a corner. He then grabs her hair and headbutts her....but she begins laughing? BRIAN MASON: Uh.... JACK WARREN: That bitch needs a priest and some holy water. Kai fires off with another headbutt, but it just gets a louder laugh from Asha. So Kai has no choice but to connect with some rapid fire headbutts, not coming to a stop until Asha slumps down into a seated position on the mat, having likely been knocked out! Which then leads to Kai ripping her back up to her feet before proceeding to perform a gutwrench backbreaker in the middle of the ring! Kai then goes for the cover, a massive scowl on his face! BRIAN MASON: KAI JUST BROKE HER IN HALF! JACK WARREN: THANK GOD, I CAN FINALLY TAKE THIS PISS! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! BRIAN MASON: SHE KICKED OUT!!! JACK WARREN: .....Welp. Kai shakes his head after the kickout, but he’s not done with Asha as he picks her up again and throws her into a corner. Lyza enters the ring again and runs right at Kai, but he’s ready for her, performing a hip toss backbreaker on her! Lyza rolls around the mat in pain before rolling back out of the ring! BRIAN MASON: Lyza tried, but that hip toss backbreaker was all she got for this! The HKW World champion gets to his feet after that and Asha tries charging at him, but she also eats a hip toss backbreaker! But Kai isn’t done with his dangerous contender as he picks her back up and stares at her with a scowl before lifting her up over his shoulder. He then transitions that into a gotch-style piledriver, planting her right on her head as the audience pops! Kai goes for the cover again, the audience counting along with the ref! BRIAN MASON: KAI WITH THE GOTCH STYLE PILEDRIVER! HE MAY HAVE ACTUALLY BROKEN ASHA NOW! JACK WARREN: HOLY FUCK. ONE! TWO! THREE-BROKEN UP BY LYZA!!! BRIAN MASON: Not enough! Lyza breaks it up! She’s not willing to give up on this match just yet! JACK WARREN: WOMAN, I HAVE TO GO PISS! FINISH THIS SHIT ALREADY! Asha rolls out of the ring after the pin is broken up while Kai slowly gets to his feet, Lyza having stomped on the back of his head! When he turns around though, she catches him with a frankensteiner, planting him on his head as the audience pops! BRIAN MASON: COSMIC VOYAGE!!! Reyes gets to her feet as the audience cheers....before those cheers begin to turn to boos and sounds of worry! Lyza seems to be confused before she turns around....and eats a briefcase shot to the face! The well liked contender drops to the mat as CHRISTIAN KANE stands over her! JACK WARREN: YES! YES! YES! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! JACK WARREN: I THINK I KNOW WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN NEXT! Christian quickly walks over to the ref and looks to cash in his briefcase, but stops and looks at Kai who has rolled onto all fours. Kane then takes the briefcase and drives it into the back of Kai’s skull, dropping him to the mat as well! BRIAN MASON: THIS IS SICKENING! CK then looks out of the ring and quickly exits before he waits for Asha to get to her feet before he decks her with the briefcase as well, laying her out! He races back into the ring and screams at the ref that he’s cashing in....RIGHT NOW!!! JACK WARREN: YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSS! HENNY ABOUT TO SAVE DEFIANCE! The ref takes the now dented briefcase and exits the ring to let Whisper and the timekeeper know what’s going on. As this is happening, CK grabs Lyza and sends her shoulder first into the steel post before she falls out of the ring, taking her completely out of the equation! After a few seconds, Whisper comes back on the mic. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, Christian Kane is cashing in his GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY BRIEFCASE! That makes this match officially a fatal four way! The ref slides back in and Kane confirms he’s officially part of the match before grabbing Kai and getting him up to his feet! Christian then proceeds to hit a double underhook brainbuster, planting Kai right on his head! He quickly makes the cover as the audience boos heavily, hooking both legs as the ref unfortunately can do nothing about this but count! BRIAN MASON: No.... JACK WARREN: MALMO DRIVER 85!!!!! SAY HI TO YOUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....and NEW HKW WORLD CHAMPION.....CHRISTIANNNNNNNNNN KAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNE!!!! Christian Kane lets go of Kai and gets to his feet as calm as you can get, a big grin on his face as he watches the ref get handed the HKW World championship and bring it over to him. CK then yanks the title out of his hands, looking at his reflection on the title before giving it a big kiss, then raising it high as the audience rained down the boos. BRIAN MASON: Ugh. I’m done. JACK WARREN: THANK GOD. GOOD NIGHT, FOLKS! I GOTTA PISS LIKE A RACE HORSE! As both headsets are heard being taken off, the audience has begun flinging trash into the ring that only holds CK now, every other competitor in this match now lying outside of the ring. The show comes to a close with Kane having hate hurled at him from all directions, but nothing breaking the big smile on his face as he holds the top title of the Defiance brand high, a chant breaking out before we fade out. ”FUCK YOU, KANE!” “FUCK YOU, KANE!” “FUCK YOU, KANE!” WINNER and NEW HKW WORLD CHAMPION: Christian Kane (30:15) |
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