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D E F I A N C E : EPISODE ONE
Topic Started: Oct 7 2013, 02:17 AM (1,029 Views)
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Lyle Risky
October 6th, 2013
Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, PA



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Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin'

Clips of Jason Mentez begin to flash on the screen.

What's hot

A clip of Jolee biting her lip and smiling is then seen.

Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up

A clip of Alistair Slayde looking out of a window is shown.

Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite

Tony Carmine is then seen rubbing his hands with a smirk and then the screen fades into black...

Don't happen overnight

Kai's face fades in a little in black and white and he begins to laugh...then the beat takes it's cue and begins to play.

So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, the rent charge


Clips of superstars such as Cain Morgan and Ashley Sullivan are seen looking out to the crowd getting them pumped up while standing on the turnbuckles.

Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly


Emilio Vialpando is seen watching someone in the hallways with devious smile before walking away out of frame.

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Looking in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up


Felicity is seen looking into the mirror in her locker room with a small photo of her brother and Co-GM, Brandon Banks.

The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honey's
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me


Annie Zellor is seen walking up to a fan with a bright smile on her face as she rubs a childs head and then points out to the rest of the fans.

Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it, nevertheless


Hunter Werth is then seen sitting in a hallway looking up to a television screen watching highlights of Defiance and listening to the reactions of the crowd. He smiles…

You got to go for the gusto but you don't know
About the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your peers


Highlights of Star Deveraux and Angel Deveraux is seen as the Hard Knox Wrestling logo flashes onto the screen.

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The Scene fades as the camera few zooms out from the stage with fireworks going off on the stage and fans seen cheering to the top of their lungs.

Brian Mason: Welcome everybody to the first ever episode of Defiance! With me are my colleagues Mark Tango and Maddison Harthorne.

Mark TANGO: SMEELLLYYY JEELLYYYY OOOHH GOOSSSH OL MIGHTTTTYY HARD KNOX IS HERE!

Maddison Harthorne: Smelly... You know what? I don't care.

Brian: Mason: We got quite a night planned to---

“CHRIS TUCKER!

MONEY TALK MAWFUCKA!”


“Chris Tucker” by J. Cole and 2 Chaiiinz starts playing over the PA, cutting Brian Mason off. The Platinumtron shows a video of Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky, highlighting different moments of their PDW careers with the words “Money Talks” flashing every couple seconds. Fans begin to erupt in cheers either chanting for Banks or Risky. Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky, the Co-GM’s step out from behind the curtains and onto the stage throwing money while dancing to the music. Banks adjusts the PDW Prodigy championship over his shoulder and starts strutting towards the ring while Lyle Risky lowers his shades winking to a few fans and even placing some cash in between some lady fans’ breast. When in the ring they are quickly handed microphones as the music dies down. The fans still cheering the two men share a few words with one another with smiles on their faces.

Brandon Banks: Well damn. Y’all live as hell tonight, huh?

The crowd explodes once again as Banks shrugs his shoulders in Risky’s direction.

Brandon Banks: I had this whole speech planned out, but I forgot just about all of it so I’ma let Risky address y’all first while I try to remember what I planned to say.

Risky looks confused while Brandon innocently shrugs and says “I forgot” in Risky’s direction. Risky shakes his head and lifts up the microphone.

Lyle Risky: Alright squared chest and yummy breast, I KNOWWWWWWWWW Y’ALL READY FOR THE ILLEST SHOW ON EARTH RIGHT?!

The fans begin to cheer and Lyle laughs. He motions for the fans to quiet down a little bit.

Lyle Risky: But first comes business ya feel me? But nah fuck business lemm tell y’all somethin’ real quick. It’s been months...Months mufucka, months since I been standin’ in the same damn ring as this man right here. First of all lemme thank this man for givin’ me the opportunity to manage him...To make history with him...To produce and share memories with him. Some unforgettable shit we done bruh. And to be honest I probably wouldn’t have made it this far if this man didn’t give me that shot to manage em…But of course it at all started with Star lettin’ me get my L’s ya feel me?! SHOUT OUT TO MY BLUE EYED MOTHER OF ALL TEN OF MY BLUE EYED BUTTERSCOTCH SKINNED KIDS!

He laughs.

Lyle Risky: But ayo to all those in the back lemme say this, this right here. This is yo opportunity to show the world just what you have. I started out from the bottom now I’m here! Started from the bottom now my whole team fuckin’ here!

Suddenly Started From The Bottom by. Drake hits the PA System and Lyle begins to dance in the middle of the ring. He then stops himself and waves off the music.

Lyle Risky: Stop playin’ Spade.

Brandon Banks: That songs so horrible.

Brandon lowers the mic and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Yo! Stop hatin’ on my come up bruh?! If Drake can get shot in the back in high school then go platinum while breakin’ his leg on stage, THEN I CAN TOO!

Lyle waves off Brandon.

Lyle Risky: But like I was sayin’. Don’t take this mufuckin’ shit for granted y’all! This right here? This just the amateurs, this ain’t the big leagues. You show you got enough skills then maybe you’ll get that call up to PDW. And if you lucky enough you’ll end up on #TeamAscension.

Brandon shakes his head and lowers the title from off of his shoulder.

Brandon Banks:
You see this shit right here?

He points to the Prodigy title.

Brandon Banks: This is something everyone of y’all in the back can achieve. I been met most of you while I was back there, and I gotta say.. There’s some real potential back there… But you’re not perfect, and you never will be. Your goal down here in HKW is to get as close to perfect…

He stops.

Brandon Banks: You know, perfect is a strong word. Instead of perfect, let’s use another word or two.

Brandon takes a moment to think until mischievous smirk appears on his face.

Brandon Banks: With some work, every single one of y’all can get close to level BB.

He smirks, chewing down on his gum arrogantly.


Brandon Banks: Real talk though, I’m down here for one reason and one reason only. I ain’t y’all boss so you can stop callin’ me that right now. Star, Angel and Shara are your bosses. I’m simply your higher up. I might not even be here for that long. Who knows? I might get bored right after I drop this mic, but for now, I’m the eye that watches and looks out for y’all. I’m the guy that’s gonna do everything he can that’s best for you. I’m the guy that’s going to give y’all advice when you ask, and SHOW you what the life of a professional wrestler is all about. Speaking of that, Party at the Ramada in Times Square tonight. Be there.

Banks smirks.

Brandon Banks: Me and Risky? We’re just lookin’ out for your best personal interests, not our own. Remember that.

Risky nods.

Lyle Risky:
But as y’all know this is the first Defiance and we are kickin’ it off with the World Championship Tournament. Who wants it more? Who wants to have the gold around they waist huh? Y’all better show us...Y’all better fight for it. Cause I look at all y’all and I see a champion in every one of y’all...Just hope I’m right.

He shrugs and drops the mic as Chris Tucker hits the PA System again. The scene then fades backstage as the the two GM’s are seen exiting the ring.

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Backstage, the cameras slowly focused in on an old pair of red wrestling boots. They were ancient. They were worn, and weathered. The leather was cracked and had peeled in spots. They’d been re-soled at least once. There was a stripe of black spray paint that not even Heath Sommersby remembered doing to them eight years ago in Oblivion Wrestling the night he met Star. These boots looked pretty horrible, yet they also looked like the most comfortable pair of wrestling boots ever to be laced up. The camera panned up. His left knee pad was plain and black. His right, read: #HEAVYMETAL

On the bottom right cuff of his black The 220 Brand Fight Shorts was a Ducati logo. His left leg was sponsored by Ciroc. Still panning up, Sommersby wore a tight blood red t-shirt which in white read: @The220Brand. Under that was: #HKW #LUCIALUREAUX #DEFIANCE.

Calmly, he cleared his throat, licked his lips and spoke one word.


Heath Sommersby: Looooooooooooosha….

Lucia Lureaux: Oui?

Immediate was her response and immediately the much smaller Lucia stepped out of hiding from right behind Heath.

Heath Sommersby: Looooooooooooosha….?

Lucia Lureaux: Oui?

She couldn’t have been wearing less. Lucia’s outfit was skimpy and advertised @The220Brand & the #2econd2n0ne everywhere that there was enough fabric. It echoed Heath’s shirt in that it was blood red with white lettering. She too wore red wrestling boots but they were new and shiny. Not broken in at all. Her nice big booty and massive boobs were prominently on display, and she jiggled them in an exaggerated manner to show them off.

Heath Sommersby: Is that you Lucia? Is it really you? Because The Lucia Lureaux I know…that everyone knows sits down on the sidelines, looks pretty and does all kinds of stuff on her phone that promotes the REAL wrestlers. Me. And now, Devilyn. So. Sit down and get that phone out. Tweet something, I don’t know what you do with it.

Lucia began a rant! She went off on a tirade in French that was censored and bleeped by HKW simply on instinct. As she finished, she flexed her right bicep, as the camera focused on it, the #WickedGood logo was shown tattooed on her. She raised it to her lips and kissed her bicep, Kaepernicking the tattoo. He let her finish, then said one simple word.

Heath Sommersby: No.

The camera focused on her face.

Lucia Lureaux: I want it Heath! I want it!

She stomped a boot and pouted unsuccessfully.

Heath Sommersby: No.

Lucia Lureaux: I. Want. That. Belt. Heeeeeeeeeeeeath. Please, baby, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

Spyder Gainey: WHAT GOIN ON?!!!?

And then, an old friend to them both and current Hard Knox Wrestling Road Agent walked into frame. He was almost two feet taller than Lucia so the camera had to pan back for all three of them to remain in the shot.

Lucia Lureaux: Not now Spyder. I am BUSY! Go empty the trash in Scar’s office or something.

Heath Sommersby: Yeah, not now Spydie. Definitely a bad time.

Spyder just shook his head and checked an alert on his phone.

Spyder Gainey: Sorry my dude. This is the only time we have. It’s time man. It’s time for her to go wrestle.

Spyder put his arm around Sommersby’s shoulders, turning him away from Lucia towards him. Lucia did not hear him but the cameras caught him whispering to Sommersby.


Spyder Gainey: Ho shit bro.

Spyder cleared his throat.

Spyder Gainey: For real though, just give me one second my dude. This ain’t nothing me and you can’t figure out. And you know this…

As Spyder was speaking to Heath, Lucia snuck away towards the ring.

Spyder Gainey: ….MAN! So check this out Sommersby.

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A rain storm somewhere in the city of Philadelphia sets the scene. The sound of thunder and lightning overpowers anything else, until the opening bagpipe solo of Korn's "Shoots and Ladders" begins to play. It continues for about thirty seconds before the lyrics appear on the screen in a bloody cursive.

"Ring a round the rosey. Pocket full of posey.
.... Ashes.

.... Ashes.
They all fall dooooooownnn..."


Singing, well, whispering those words was a voice you've never heard before. It was the voice of a strange man. A tormented man. A man by the name of a man you will know soon. He begins to laugh uncontrollably as the lightning picks up along with a heavy breathing, but there was still no one in the picture.

"Knick knack, patty whack. Give a dog a bone.
... This old man came... roaming... home..."


The laugh overpowers everything else until the screen goes blank, and only the image of a question mark is visible.

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"See you soon!"

The uncontrollable laughing starts back up until the video feed statics out and the commentators at ringside are shown.

Mark TANGO: WELL, ALRIGHT. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Brian Mason: .... That was... strange.

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The arena lights go out when all of a sudden all you can hear are screams. Screams of someone who sounds like they're being tortured. All of a sudden a spot light beams down to the top of the ramp. Holding his arms out wide and his head lowered D-Evil stands there. He only raises his head when the screams stop and “Just Run” by Digital Summer kicks in as the lights come back on. The crowd don't know whether to boo or not, some even scared to open their mouths. The few who do boo though are the ones who have made sure D-evil can't get to them.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, from the Unknown. Standing at over 7 feet and weighing 350 pounds. D-EVILLLLLL!

Once at the ring he grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. Once on the apron he enters the ring but stepping over the top rope. As soon as he does this is when the crowd decide to be brave and start booing him. They soon go quiet as the lights once again go out to only show some writing “D-Evil is PDW's Reckoning” after a minute or two the lights come back on as D-Evil's music fades out.

Brian Mason: This is a man who's made it known that he's not out for wins and losses. He's out to hurt people.

Maddison Harthrone: I sure wouldn't want to be Ashley Sullivan or even Alistair Slayde for that matter.

Mark TANGO: HEY BUCKO. HALLOWEENS NOT UNTIL THE END OF THE MONTH. YOU'RE RUINING THE HOLIDAY!

The rhythmic drums of "Fall, Goliath Fall" by Project 86 begin to throughout the arena as Alistair Slayde makes his grand entrance from behind the curtain. He pays little attention to the jeering crowd as he makes his way to the ring, a silent smirk on his face. He jaws something inaudible while eyeing the steel steps in the corner, his body moving with a purpose.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his tag team partner. ALISTAIRRRRR SLAYDEEEEE!

Alistair makes his way up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes, another silent smirk the crowd's way as they continue to boo, Alistair giving little thought to the match ahead. Beginning to crack his neck and his knuckles, he starts to ready himself by loosening up his joints before the opening bell finally rings.

Mark TANGO: I REMEMBER THIS GUY. HE WAS ON THE PDW ROSTER NOT TOO LONG AGO.

Brian Mason: He was a former number one contender for the tag team titles actually. I hear he's down here simply to brush up on his skills.

Mark TANGO: SKILLS? HE HAS NO SKILLS.

Maddison Harthrone: Eh, I wouldn't say that. Alistair's been apart of PDW for quite awhile now. He had to be kept for some reason.

Mark TANGO: YEAH, TO MAKE EVERYONE AROUND HIM LOOK BETTER.

The opening of "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm begins playing seconds before Ashley Sullivan pushes the curtain aside to come out onto the stage. She gives a brief smile and wave before running down the ramp to slide into the ring under the bottom rope.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: On her way to the ring, weigh in at 110 lbs., Ashley Sullivan!

Before done, she goes to climb a turnbuckle with her hands raised high into the air.

Mark TANGO: THIS GIRL HAS SOME MARK TANGO IN HER. SHE'S ALRIGHT.

Maddison Harthrone: .... Right! Well, she is the cousin of former NBT champion Erin Daniels. Yet another member of HKW with family ties to someone in PDW.

Mark TANGO: ASHLEY STEVENSON WILL STILL WHOOP DAT ASS ALONE. SHE DON'T NEED NO WATER LET THE MOTHER F--.

Brian Mason: Anyyyyywayyyyy, both Banks and Risky have been quiet about who Ashley's partner if anyone at all.

She is not scared to die/ Best things in life cause her to cry/ Crucify then burn

The lights dim and "Brackish" by Kittie thunders through the arena as Ava Adore steps slowly out onto the stage. Her deep green eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: the ring.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Making her way to the ring... from Las Vegas, NV... AVA ADORE!

When she steps through that curtain, there is nothing more important in her mind than stepping into the ring and getting her hands dirty. She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her.


Brian Mason: I heard a lot about this girl. There were rumblings about her signing a developmental deal, and here she is! Ava Adore!

Mark TANGO: SEEN HER ON TWITTER. NICE SET OF TITS.

Maddison Harthrone: Tago... Forget it.

Match One
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One - Tag Match

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This match didn't take much time to start blowing up. When we first got started, Ava and Ashley separated D-Evil from his corner and took it to the monster. He would eventually take control following a huge spinebuster on Ashley Sullivan.

Things started going haywire when D-Evil looked like he was going to tag Alistair in, but instead, he taunted him and scoop slammed Ashley. D-Evil baited Alistair a few more times until Annie dropkicked D-Evil into his corner and D-Evil's elbow caught his partner.

Alistair lost it, and pulled D-Evil out of the ring and two men started going at it, almost taking it into the audience! They continued to brawl until Ava and Ashley hit double Suicide dives on both men, knocking them over the barricade and into the audience! They slid into the ring while D-Evil and Alistair struggled to their feet, not even bothering to get to the ring once they did and the referee made the ten count.


Winners: Ashley Sullivan and Ava Adore via count out (5:22)

Brian Mason: Ashley and Ava win! Man, D-Evil and Alistair are still going at it!

In the crowd, D-Evil and Alistair are going blow for blow until they're separated by members of the HKW roster. They hold them off as the camera pans back toward the ring, showing Ava and Ashley standing in the ring. Ashley goes to shake Ava's hand, but Ava is reluctant at first. She takes a few steps toward Ashley before extending her arm. She shakes Ashley's hand, but then pulls her in towards her, staring her down, intimidating the wrestling rookie a bit. Ava releases her hand a walks out wit a sly grin on her face as the camera goes to the back.

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The camera slowly rises up from a womans legs, she is wearing a club dress, sequenced and all in silver. It shows her perfect legs and her voluptuous figure, busty chest and it stops at her face, showing her winking to the camera and blowing a kiss. The woman then speaks.

Brooke Milton: Like what you see boys? Well, I hope you get used to it *laughs* My name is Brooke Milton, the ORIGINAL Femme Fatale of the professional wrestling industry and since 2005, I have been a 3 time womens champion, diva of the year, manager of champions, babe of the century......well you guys get the rest hehehe. Well, I am now here in Hard Knocks Wrestling, announcing my return to wrestling. Why am I returning after a year and a half absence? Well, just like former anorexics going back to their chocolate cake, I miss the sport so very much and you know? I feel like lending my managerial talents to a young up and comer....I mean why not give away secrets and the insides to someone who is just entering wrestling? Allow me to introduce to you the amazing Tyrus Mays!"

From behind her, comes a tall, muscular built black male with long dreadlocks and a charming smirk on his face, cracking his fists together. Brookes than stands next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Brooke Milton: As you can see, he is the REAL DEAL! Tyrus here will become a champion in no time, place your bets on him ladies and gentlemen, he will defintiely make you RICH! Also boys, you can see more of me in HKW, wouldn't that be great? Hehehe...bye *blows a kiss*"

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The camera shifts focus backstage where we see Ava Adore and Brandon Banks walking down the hallway just after her victory over D-Evil and Alistair Slayde.

BB: Gotta tell ya. I liked what I saw out there. You and your partner both did work against two guys that used to be on the PDW roster.

He smirks and stops his pace.

BB: Damn. If this shit keep up, you gonna be comin’ after me soon!

Banks looks over at his Prodigy title around his shoulder as Ava glances over as well, a quiet smirk on her face as she brushes a few strands of hair off her forehead.

Ava: Perhaps… but that’s all in good time, Mr. Banks.

BB: ……

He’s a bit surprised by Ava’s words, but he quickly laughs them off.


BB: Eh, that’s a long ways from now, right? Right. But you know what isn’t a long ways away? The crowning of the first HKDub World Champion. I think that’s somethin’ you wouldn’t mind getting right now, right?

Ava arches an eyebrow at Banks, the same slightly disconcerting quiet smirk on her face.

Ava: There’s only one right answer to that, Mr. Banks. There’s really only one answer period, isn’t there?

BB: Well, here’s you---

Brandon looks over Ava’s shoulder and stops his speech.

BB: Can you gimmie a sec? I swear I’ll be quick.

He doesn’t even give Ava time to reply walking past her and grinning just a short, blue haired girl enters the picture.

BB: NEROOOO!!!

Nero’s long bright blue hair is pulled up in a top knot on the top of her head and her favorite Brandon Banks t-shirt is pulled just a little bit snug around the beginnings of her baby bump as she bounces into the frame, grinning widely as she glomps Brandon in a huge hug before pulling back, her cheeks redding with embarrassment.

Nero: Ooops! I’m not supposed to hug you at work, am I? Soowwwiessss, Mr. Brandon!

Brandon can’t help but to laugh at Nero’s excitement as he leans back against the wall and looks down at the baby bump.

BB: Well, damn. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re actually showin’ a little now. Tom’s been feeding more bacon, hasn’t he?

Nero scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

Nero: I don’t EAT the bacon, Mr. Brandon… I just like to smell it. Piggies are friends, not food.

BB: … I thought it was fishes are friend not food? Like in Finding Nemo. Them Sharks were apart Fish Anonymous or some shit.

He shrugs.

BB: Damn. Even fish are addicts too? I probably would be myself if I just swam around, gettin’ chased by bigger fish all day. Seems like a boring life.

Nero tilts her head and looks up at him.

Nero: Mr. Brandon… I think you think about this wayyyyy too much.

BB: I think about lots of things, Nero. Lots of things. Speakin’ of thinking, did you put any thought into the name of your position? I’m not calling you an assistant. That’s degrading me thinks.

Nero tilts her head even more, her brow knitting together as she thinks hard.

Nero: Iono… I been thinkin bout it but I can’t come up wif anything.

Banks puts his index finger on his chin and stares up at the ceiling, clearly in deep thought. After a few seconds pass by, Nero mimics Brandon’s position and begins to stare at the ceiling herself until..

BB: GOT IT! We can call you the official Secretary of Thoughts! That sounds way better than assistant, don’t you think?

Nero scrunches her nose again and frowns slightly at him.

Nero: Secretary? Like I hafta wear a pencil skirt and follow you around wif a type writer?

BB: Nah. You don’t gotta do any of that. Shit, you could wear sweatpants and t shirts if you want. It’s about to get cold though so you’re gonna need a jacket. You’re gonna have to carry around and iPad though, and when I’m not around, you’re gonna have to keep Risky under control. Don’t want him turning HKW into an acronym for some soft core porn.

He shakes his head.

BB:
That’s ‘bout it though.

Nero bounces up and down slightly, wired on the tons of cupcakes she’d eaten earlier.

Nero: Buuuuuttttt… I don’t have an iPad… annnndddd, Mr. Risky isn’t gonna grab my butt again is he? Cuz… yeah. That was weird.

Banks lets out a chuckle and holds his finger up toward Nero. He reaches into the inside coat pocket and pulls a white iPad mini, handing it over in Nero’s direction.

BB: It’s only one of them mini jauns, but I thought that would be better anyway. It’s a 64 whatever the hell shit that is. I forget what the name for the memory stuffs called. Gigabyte? Megabyte? Whatever.

Nero beams up at him before launching herself at him in a gigantic hug.

Nero: ZOMG I CAN PUT THE LITTLE SWIMMING FISHES ON IT AND LET MR PANCAKES PLAY WIF THEM!! I LUFF THAT APP SOOO MUCH IT’S TOTES ADORBS. FANK JOOOOOOOO!!!!

She nearly pulls Brandon to the ground.

BB: Holy crap, Nero. It’s just an iPad! And I can’t help but noticing…

He pulls away, looking at her empty hands.

BB: No cupcakes?

Nero shoots him a toothy grin.

Nero: No faiths in the Nerokinz, Mr. Brandon.

She bounces away out of camera for a moment before she returns with a cupcake tote filled with a dozen gigantic cupcakes with the pink frosting that was Brandon’s favorite.


Nero: Had to hides them for you. Mr. Risky was tryna eat ‘em all.
Brandon can’t believe his eyes, reaching in and grabbing two cupcakes and shoving him in his mouth and giving Nero a thumbs up.

Nero rolls her eyes in amusement as she sneakily tries to reach in for a cupcake but Brandon swats her hand away, grabbing the box of cupcakes and quickly scurrying away with them, leaving Nero in the hallway with a pouty, perplexed look on her face as the scene goes to commercial break.


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Backstage, Ashley Sullivan is seen walking towards the locker room after her first victory of her young career. Stopping by a table along the side of the hall, she stops to grab a bottle of water before walking in the direction she was before. Popping the top and lifting the bottle up for a much needed drink, she almost bumps into Erin Daniels as she rounds a corner. Erin only laughs at Ashley's stunned reaction before recovering herself.

Ashley Sullivan:
Watch where you're going, Blondie.

Erin Daniels: Me? You're the kid sucking on a bottle and not watching where you're walking.

They both laugh together at the same time before giving each other a hug.

Erin Daniels: Congratulations on your first win, girl. Makes me feel proud that I'm doing a halfway decent job of showing you how to not get yourself killed out there and relieved those two nit wits couldn't work together.

Ashley Sullivan: I had it handled. What pissed me off more was that bitch Ava's attitude after the match. I just wanted to show her some respect and she does that crazy stare shit.

Erin Daniels: I told you, Ash. Most of the people in this business aren't psychos like Evil but not everyone wants to be friends. It's a cut throat business. You really have to know who you can trust so you don't get taken advantage of.

Ashley Sullivan: Yeah well, at least I know where that bitch stands now. And don't go taking the credit all for yourself either. Your other half is a pretty good trainer too.

Erin Daniels: Keep it up, little girl. I'm surprised the ring gear and clothes I got you even fit your little ass. Go get yourself showered and changed and we can do a little celebrating for your first match. My treat.

Ashley Sullivan: That's what I thought. I could use a good drink right about now.

Erin Daniels: Bitch, you're having a coke.

They laugh again before heading their separate ways.

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As the show comes back from commercial break Prince MacRear is seen laying across the ropes in a corner turnbuckle with a mirror in hand checking himself and even making small facial expressions with Sexy Bitch by. David Guetta playing over the PA System.

Mark Tango: I'M SO PRETTY, I'M SO CUTE! I SMELL GOOD AND MY FARTS DO TOO!

Brian Mason: What?

Mark Tango: NOTHIN' JUST ADMIRIN' HIS PRETTINESS!

The arena blacks out and the eerie sounds of “74261000027” blares from the PA system. The sounds went on until it stops and the PA goes silent. “(sic)“ then blasts all around as a pulsation of orange lights began on the stage. Kameron walks out cautiously from the back with a demented look on his face.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Amityville, New York… Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE POUNDS… “The Real Amityville Horror”… KAMERON KROWE!!!!

Match Two
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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He makes his way down to the ring looking around the arena. He circles the ring and slides in to the ring. He got up to his feet and walks to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks around the arena as a sick smirk forms on his face. He then motions a cut-throat before climbing down from the turnbuckle. He walks over to the corner and watching Prince lay there on the ropes still checking himself out. Krowe begins pacing back and forth annoyed by Prince's actions. He snorts some snot and spits it down on the mat.

He begins to make his way towards Prince. He snatches the mirror from his hands and tosses it into the crowd. Prince looks over to Krowe in disgust but out of no where is thrown across the the ring and unfortunately his face slides into Krowe's snot. Prince begins to freak out trying to wipe away the snot. Krowe wastes no time and picks up Prince by his hair. He kicks him in the midsection quickly hits a belly to belly suplex and then pounces on top of Prince throwing punches. The ref pulls Krowe off of Prince and Prince stands up in the corner still shaken up about his face.

Prince sprints over and attempts to hita cross body with Kameron not watch but Krowe dodges the crossbody leaving Prince to fly into the turnbuckle. Prince holds his chest and stumbles back into Krowe as he sets up the Krowe Driver. He connects and and Prince is busted open...Prince really begins to freak out now and waves off Krowe and the ref.

Prince lays down in the middle of the ring and waves Krowe over telling him to end the match. Krowe shrugs and pins Prince.

1,2,3..

Winner via pinfall, Kameron Krowe (7:32)

Krowe stands up with his arms in the air as Ryan the ref looks down at Prince shaking his head as he freaks out about the blood all over his face.

Brian Mason: Is he okay?

Maddison Harthrone: Of course he is, he's just being a big baby.

Mark Tango: HIS PWEETY WITTLE FWACE!!!!!

Suddenly while Krowe is still celebrating his win Alexa Strange is seen running down the ramp with a towel in her hand just as Prince slides out of the ring. She hands it to Prince who quickly covers his face with it, and Alexa shoves away the cameraman getting their face. The duo walk backstage as Kameron exits the ring and stares into the camera, sending the show to break.

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Doors open and some chatter is heard from the other side of the door.

"Look if they put me into this tournament for this number one strap they gotta know I'm somethin' of a big deal."

Coming through the door is Luis Vialpando shaking his head while rubbing the corner of his eyes in an all black suit. He laughs a little and continues to walk on as his son Emilio is then seen following close behind in a jean jacket, jeans and a white t-shirt. He stops at the doorway with his hands held up in the air.


Emilio Vialpando: Yo what's so funny?!

Luis looks back at his son.

Luis Vialpando: This is a company wide tournament 'Milio, they just didn't put it together with who they saw could win the belt.

Emilio waves is father off while they continue to walk around in the Hard Knocks hallway. Emilio is seen looking around admiring the place while his father on the other hand is looking down at his phone.

Luis Vialpando: Your uncle said good luck on your first match...

Emilio Vialpando: Psh.

Emilio still looking around...

Emilio Vialpando:
Who needs luck? Shit bout to be a cake walk pops. Tryna put money on it?

He looks towards his father with an eyebrow raised. Luis laughs and waves his finger in the air as he slides his phone back into his left pocket.

Luis Vialpando: I wouldn't take that bet even if my life was on it. Straighten up 'Milio...

He looks back at his soon seeing him still looking around. Emilio has never been in the backstage area before and just being back here was like the first day at school. Luis was proud of his son being here in Hard Knox Wrestling but he knew this would be a great learning curve for his son. Even though Emilio has grown up in a wrestling family he still had a lot to learn about the business.

Luis Vialpando: Dos Mio...

Emilio Vialpando: Como? What's up?

Luis Vialpando: Tu Emilio! You're looking around like some kid in Toys-R-Us.

Luis stops and turns to his son. He walks towards him a little with his smirk beginning to fade slowly.

Luis Vialpando:
You can look around this place all you want Emilio, nothing about it is going to change. But you know what is? Huh? Do you know what is?

Emilio Vialpando: What?

Luis Vialpando: Tu...Tu will cambia. Emilio you can be this company's champion. You can rise to the same heights as your uncle and aunt did. Just cause you might win this match or even that second chance battle royal doesn't mean you have reached that goal, do you understand me?

Emilio nods as his father looks onto him.

Emilio Vialpando: Si papa...Si...

Luis pats his son on the shoulders and pulls him along side of him while turning back towards down the hallway.

Luis Vialpando: Now let's find this locker room and get you geared up for this match huh?

The scene fades as the two continue to walk on.

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Backstage we see Felicity stretching out her legs off of one of the walls inside the Dynasty Spectrum. Once she’s finished, she reaches down into her bag and pulls out a roll of black tape, wrapping it around the palms of her hands and her wrist.

Felicity: Okay. Okay. You got this.

She drops the tape back into her bag, hearing footsteps coming up from behind her. She turns around as Ashley Sullivan stops yards within her.

Ashley Sullivan: Man, and I thought I was nervous before. You can’t be as new as me when it comes to this.

Felicity cracks a small smile, letting out a breath and blowing some of her hair off her forehead.

Felicity: Not really new, no. I mean, actually wrestling? This is gonna be my first match like… Ever.

She leans back against the wall.

Felicity: But I’ve been around this… Environment for as long as I could remember.

Felicity notices that Ashley’s still in her ring gear, unaware of what’s happened throughout the night.

Felicity: I was told that I shouldn’t pay attention to the crap that goes on before my match until my match is over. Something about not clouding my thoughts or some shit. How’d you do out there? Brandon got you a partner, right?

Ashley Sullivan: Yeah, some chick called Ava that turned into a bitch after it was over. But we won though so I’ll take that however it came for my first match ever. If I could be halfway decent with just like a week of training with Erin and Zack, this should be a breeze for you.

Felicity shrugs her shoulders.

Felicity: Maybe. I hope so. I just wanna make short work of whoever it is so I’m still good to go for the Battle Royal.

It takes a few seconds for Ashley’s words to register for Fel.

Felicity: Wait! You guys beat Alistair and D-Evil?! Those oafs used to be on the main roster!

Felicity nods her head, clearly impressed.

Felicity: Not bad. Not bad at all! You just gave me the confidence boost I needed. If you guys can do it, I can too, right?

Ashley blushes slightly at the compliment as she looks down to peel away the pink tape from one of her hands and wrists before looking back up with a smile.


Ashley Sullivan: Thanks. Either those two suck hardcore or there might be something in this for me. Make that big leap up, you know. Anyway, I’m glad I could be of some help then and make you see that you can do this. Good luck out there.. uhhh…

Ashley stops short unsure, having no idea who she’s talking to even.

Felicity: Felicity. Felicity Banks, but I just go by Felicity around these parts. I don’t want people to think I’m banking off of my last name, no pun intended.

Ashley Sullivan: Ashley Sullivan, or just call me Ash.

Both ladies smile and soon walk out of the picture together as Felicity makes her way toward the ring, ready for her match.

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As "People of the Night" by AN21 & Max Vangeli played through the P.A. system the fans erupted into a frenzy of cheers and after a few moments we see Gwendolyn come out with her hood over her head and her hair covering most of her face as she dropped to her knees and slowly swayed to the music before writing something on the entrance stage. Finishing that up she erupted from that stance and removed her hood as she yelled at the fans to encourage them to get louder and more energetic.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, and boys and girl.. Hailing from London England, United Kingdom but residing in Philly, she is "The Infinite Cure" Gwendolyn... MASSSEEEYYYYY!!!

After making it to the ring, Gwen stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Believe in the Cure" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as she raised her arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of her entrance music.

Mark Tango: BELIEVE IN THE CURE! CURE MY--

Neon: This chick can't cure damn thing.

Brian Mason: You seem very sure of that when we haven't seen what she can do yet.

The electronic throb of Bjork's "Army of Me" sweeps through the arena, yellow strobes and spotlights sweeping the arena as fog rolls around the entrance stage. As Gia Van Zant steps out on the entrance ramp, gold microglitter mists down from above.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; currently residing in Hollywood, California... Gia Van Zant!

She struts to the ring in a half-jog, deliberately ignoring most of the fans, waving off those who get too enthusiastic with shut-up gestures. Boosting herself up on the apron midway between turnbuckles, she stands grinning and posed with her feet defiantly squared-- then leans and blows a kiss (and a handful of gold microglitter) to the front row before backrolling over the top rope.

Mark Tango: PFFFFT! What the crap, I HAVE GLITTER IN MY BEARD NOW! Just fantastic. She gave me CRAFT-HERPES, I'm still gonna be finding this shit in awkward places in the year 2089.

Neon: Hey, I dunno, it kinda goes with the ginger.

Maddison Harthrone: I bet it'd go with a certain title belt too, but if that's the thought, she may be kind of ahead of herself here in the first round.

Match Three
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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The referee motions for the bell and both women surge together, Gia snapping up a sharp headlock. Gwen's still fresh as a daisy and legsweeps, Gia down, quick pin attempt and a kickout-- rolling through into a hammerlock.

Brian Mason: Some fast paced chain wrestling to start us off here, Gwen Massey giving up about four inches and I'd gauge proportionally some weight--

Neon: Did you just call Gia fat there?

Brian Mason: Er, not what I meant to imply at all. When you have two fighters with similar builds but significant height differences, the taller--

Mark Tango: FATTY FATTY FAT FAT!

The girls work the ground game for a few minutes, then working their way vertical again, Gia with that chinlock in. Gwen gets enough leverage to shoot her off the ropes and is met with a clothesline by Gia on the return, la magistral cradle from Gia, countered with an Oklahoma roll from Gwen, kickout. Both women to their feet, Gwen coming off an irish whip with a thunderous lariat! The taller woman finds her feet but reels back, hands at her throat, Gwen in pursuit. Catching the arm and wrenching in a wristlock, Gia rolling through and going for a legsweep-- Gwen jumps, but loses her grip. Gia to her feet, meeting Gwen with an armdrag, then another, dropkicking Massey to the corner and Gia goes for a handspring but it takes too much time and nobody's home. Massey using a rope step-up to hit a calf kick to her neck, then grabbing that same arm as Gia stumbles forward, wrenching in a wristlock again, one leg stepping over--

Maddison Harthrone: That's the setup for The Final Cure, that scissored DDT!

Aaaaand Gia reaches the other arm out and snags the top rope, stalling Gwen from dropping her flat. The ref's counting for rope break, Gwen taking advantage of the front facelock she already has cinched in and twists it right up to the four-and-three-quarters second, dropping it and raising her hands dramatically. Gia, free, immediately wraps both her arms around the top rope and clings like a shipwreck victim to driftwood. Gwen charges and Gia bails out of the ring, doing a half-circuit of the ring right past the announce table with Gwen in pursuit.

Neon: Oh come on, girl, if you're such hot stuff, put this fool the fuck away and stop playing!

Which makes Gwen put on the brakes, that already-sparked temper of Massey's flaring. Neon pulls her headset off and the two step up to each other and words are flying, the sort of thing that has security guards inching closer, when--

SOMERSAULT TOPE SUICIDA FROM VAN ZANT, Neon seeing it coming in time to jump clear, barreling Van Zant and Massey into the side of the announce table-- which luckily for the announce team and unluckily for the wrestlers, is not of the Spanish Announce model line.

Mark Tango: WHOASHI--

Maddison Harthrone: Not what we'd been expecting after the cowardly behavior from Gia! Did she see an opportunity, or was it the plan all along?

The referee is counting both women for a ring-out, the slow raising of numbers making the atmosphere tense, Neon getting back to her seat to join the speculation. At six, they start to stir. Seven, and Gia's rolling to her knees. Eight she's trying to haul her way up the apron as Gwen stirs, nine rolling in the ring--

Mark Tango: Aw no. No! C'mon! YOU GET YOUR ASS UP RIGHT MEOW! I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE IN THE CURE! I BELIEVE!

Neon: Uh, you know she's not Tinkerbell, right?

Referee: TEN!

Winner: Gia Van Zant via count out (9:55)

In the ring, Gia draws herself up in triumph, jerking her hand away from the referee to celebrate her win alone with an obnoxious amount of pride for a count-out victory. Neon stands up, looking down at the heartily frustrated Massey with disgust.

Neon: Just another stupid rookie, rest my case.

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Somewhere in the shadows, D-Evil is lurking around. After what went down earlier he's probably either waiting around for Alistair or planning his next move. He definitely proved that winning didn't bother him but much rather trying to hurt someone does. He's in the shadows close by somewhere as he can be heard talking to himself.

D-Evil: When I get my hands on orphan boy Alistair I'm going to destroy him and his entire life. How dare he not tag me into that match, a match that was lost because of him. Hell I wouldn't have cared but when it's another guys fault fuck that shit.

The anger can be heard in his voice as his breathing is now heavy with anger as he can be heard pacing up and down in the shadows.

D Evil: Well guess what Alistair? I don't care what anyone has to say I'm going to end you. Hell maybe you can bring your babies mom along and I'll end her too. Maybe then I can take pleasure in knowing I made your child just like you... A damn dumb orphan!

With that said D-Evil comes out from the shadows, stops by the wall, and headbutts the shit out of it. When he stops the blood runs down his face and he laughs, finally walking off down the hall.
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We Run The Town by. Lloyd Banks hits the PA System as the lights in the arena begin to flash red, white and green. Emilio is seen stepping out from behind the curtains as the songs sample comes to an end at the 14 second mark.

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Quick chills everytime son is on


As the base drops fireworks erupt from the stage as Emilio looks up to the crowd with a cocky like smirk. He nods and begins to make his way down the ramp slapping his chest and yelling out to the crowd.

"LAX MUFUCKA! LAX!"

He chuckles a little and stops in the middle of the ramp staring at the ring.

I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop
My style came from the sons of corn


He nods and sprints towards the ring. As he slides in the ring he quickly pops up and sprints over to the nearest turnbuckle As he climbs to the second turnbuckle he again slaps his chest and points out to the crowd.

Shine so bright, give the crowd shades
Might get burned when the son perform


Sadie Sanderson McLean: Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!!

He nods as he seems very confident in himself. He then points to the sky and crosses his heart before stepping down to the mat. He then awaits for his opponent.

Brian Mason: This guy was born into a wrestling family. He's already stated that it was his destiny to become the first HKW World Champion.
Mark TANGO: DESTINY, SHEMANESTY. I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY ONE MANS DESTINY. IF YOU CAN'T GO, YOUR DESTINY ISN'T WORTH A THING!
Maddison Harthrone: For once, I agree with you Tango. Still, though I have a tough time imagining Emilio can't back up his words.
Mark TANGO: I GUESS WE'LL SEE, WON'T WE?

When the opening power chords of “My Dick” by Mickey Avalon it seemed almost twice as loud as Vialpando’s music had. Lucia Lureaux stepped through the curtain walked to the center of the staging and grabbed her crotch. She turned slowly, jiggling and gyrating so that everyone could check her out.

The crowd responded with a loud and unanimous: BOOOO!


Brian Mason: This young lady has been causing quite a stir lately, don't you agree Madison?
Madison Harthrone: She certainly has. From calling the boss lady Scar, all the way to the bogus news article about D-Evil's release, she's been making some noise.
Mark TANGO: SECOND MOST ENTERTAINING PERSON ON THE ROSTER.
Brian Mason: Who's the first?
Mark TANGO: YOU'RE LOOKING AT EM, CHIEF. MARK "EPIC BEARD" TANGO!

As she made her way to the ring, she began to pull out Man Cards from her top and pass them out to the crowd but no one would take one from her!

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent. From Paris, France. LUCIAAAAA LUREAUXXXXXX!

Someone near the first row even splashed her in the face with a beer! Lucia spit in their face and rolled into the ring.

Match Four
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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DING! DING! DING!

Lucia pulls out one last Man Card and offers it to Emilio. She snatches it back and tears it in half then throws it down to the mat. Emilio laughs at her and shakes his head and Lucia pounced. She nailed him with a low dropkick just below the knee that sent him down to the mat. As Vialpando moved to his feet, Lureaux thumbed him in the eye, followed that with a Mule Kick then took him to the mat with a Snap DDT!

She wasted no time hooking the leg and going for the pinfall. “That Guy” Randy pounded out a two count and Vialpando kicked out. Moving back to his feet you could see that Vialpando would not drop his guard again, warily he stalked her. They circled each other in the ring and Emilio moved in and shoved her hard, manhandling her back into the turnbuckles face first. Emilio smacked her hard on the ass, then immediately jumped up to springboard off of the ropes. As Lucia turned to face him, Vialpando nailed her with a Springboard Reverse DDT!

“That Guy” Randy slid into position to make the count but Vialpando did not want one. Immediately to his feet, he hit the ropes running. As Lucia slowly made it to her feet Emilio took her right back down with a Running Neckbreaker! “That Guy” Randy went for the count but there was nothing to count because Vialpando was back on his feet running the ropes. With Lureaux down on her back near the far side ropes, Emilio hit her with a Rolling Thunder. Again, “That Guy” Randy slid into position and again, Emilio Vialpando was back to his feet. He grabbed the top rope and vaulted himself over onto the ring apron, still holding onto the top ropes he hit a Springboard Flipping Legdrop and finally hooked a leg going for the pinfall.

Not ready for it this time and barely able to keep up with Vialpando, “That Guy” Randy finally hit the mat. He counted one, two, then Lucia got her free leg up on top of the bottom rope. Vialpando stood over her. He pounded on his chest, then flexed a bicep. As he imitated the way that Lucia Lureaux “Kaepernicks” her tattoo the crowd went wild!!!

Lucia landed a low blow. As Vialpando doubled over, she pulled him back up and down to the mat with what would have been a Hair Pull Takedown but Vialpando had a fresh fade so she Fish-Hooked him by the cheek and slammed him down onto his back. With no wasted motion she leaped and nailed a Standing Shooting Star Press! “That Guy” Randy slid into position for the count. He got to two and Vialpando kicked out but she shoved him back down and pinned him again. Again Vialpando kicked out at two and again Lucia Lureaux shoved him back down onto the mat Sommersby-style forcing “That Guy” Randy to count out a third pinfall attempt.

Vialpando kicked out hard, shoving Lureaux off of him and away from him so that he could move to his feet. It was obvious that Vialpando was pissed off at her and wanted to finish this match now. He began shouting and complaining to “That Guy” Randy. As the ref turned to face Lureaux, Vialpando leaped and took Lucia down with a Hurricanrana!

As Emilio landed the move on Lucia, her boot clipped “That Guy” in the back of the head knocking him flat!

Vialpando stood in the ring. Lureaux and “That Guy” Randy were both down. He pounded on his chest and flashed LA at the cameras with his fingers. Slowly he pulled Lureaux up with a handful of hair, he lifted her up as if for a Vertical Suplex but instead left her flat with the Sit Out Brainbuster that he calls: Vibora Strike.

With the crowd on their feet he went up top. Vialpando was going to finish her with his Shooting Star Press that he calls: Deseando Astro. As he leaped, Lucia raised a boot straight up into the air and caught him flush on the point of his chin! Vialpando went down hard. Lucia rolled out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair out of the first row, she slid back inside. With the chair right in the middle of the ring, she pulled Emilio up.

She had him in a front facelock with the chair in between them. She hooked his leg and it looked like she would go for a Fisherman’s Suplex. She lifted, couldn’t lift him. She heaved again, nothing. Lureaux stomped a boot, planting it hard and heaved with all of her might, still barely lifting him. Lucia more dropped him into rather than slamming him with the Michinoku Driver II down hard onto the chair. But as she stood, she acted as if she had just slammed the biggest man on the roster, slowly, she curled the bicep and kissed the Wicked Good logo tattoo.

Then quickly, she pushed the chair out of the ring and began shaking “That Guy” Randy violently. As he sat up, Lucia sprung up to the top rope and waiting for Emilio to move to his feet. Once he did, it was obvious that he was out on his feet. He turned looking for her and she leaped off the top rope nailing him with that Flipping Neckbreaker named for the Paris landmark the Arc de Triomphe.

Lucia Lureaux did not hook a leg, she posed for the cameras as “That Guy” Randy counted the three count.


Winner: Lucia Lureaux via pinfall (10:54)

Madison Harthrone: Stellar performance by Lucia to pick up the win here tonight!
Brian Mason: Stellar? She used a chair to get the victory. She should've been disqualified!
Mark TANGO: HEY, ANALYST BOY. TAKE IT FROM A PRO WRESTLA. YOU GET THE WIN HOWEVER YOU CAN.
Brian Mason: I guess I'm the only one who believes in going by the rules, right?
Mark TANGO: AS THE COOL KIDS SAY, BITCH.... YOU MIGHT BE!

Lucia is already halfway up the ramp, pointing and laughing at Emilio who's slow to his feet. He realizes what happened and smacks the mat, clearly upset. Lucia walks backstage and the camera focuses on a disappointed Emilio before it goes to commercial.

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We cut to backstage where we see former PDW tag team and Cyber champion Zack Jones. He's dressed in a light blue t-shirt and is wearing a pair of black jeans. His arms are folded as he stares at the screen backstage, looking at the highlights of what happened in that last match with a small smirk on his face. There is no one accompanying him. No Erin Daniels. No Blake Jones. Not even Inferno. He is just standing there, looking at the TV...until of course someone else comes into view. Tanner Sands makes his way into the view and steps in front of Zack, blocking his view from the TV with the smuggest look on his face. Zack just shakes his head and sighs as he looks at one of the #HKW superstars (and quite possibly one of the few that has had previous successes.

Zack Jones:
What do you want, Tanner?

Tanner Sands: Just came here to brag ahead of time. After I win tonight, you'll see what it's like to wrestle a match instead of having some freak who does nothing with fire do everything for you.

Zack Jones chuckles and shakes his head once more.

Zack Jones: So, you are talking to me about tag partners and carrying? Did you forget that I have been a tag champion before with my own twin? Did you also forget about those two tag title reigns on your resume that you got only because your older brother, a heavyweight title contender in his federation, did that? If you're going to come at me with shit like that, at least let it be legit shit.

Tanner scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Tanner Sands: Whatever, Zacky. Just watch as I win tonight, then maybe your girl could see what an actual man is....

Zack continues to keep a smirk on his face as he cracks his knuckles.

Zack Jones: Oh, I'll be watching. Very closely. And about that last comment? You'll pay for that.

Tanner Sands: Look forward to it.

Tanner slowly walks back out of the scene once more as Zack shakes his head while looking at him and the scene fades out.

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The lighting begins to flash purple, black and pink as "Clocks" by Kat Dahlia plays over the speaker. Felicity walks out onto the entrance way wearing a tiara on her head and a black jacket over her top. She turns her back and starts walking backwards down the ramp with her arms to her side. The camera focuses in on the "Queen B" writing on the back of her coat as she turns around once again taking a look out at the crowd. She continues walking to the ring touching the hands of the fans. When she gets on the ring apron she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and riles the crowd up before hopping into the ring and sitting down in between the ropes, waiting for the match to begin.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Standing in at 5'9 and coming to us from Jersey City, New Jersey. She is self proclaimed Queen B of Hard Knox..... FELLIIICIIITYYYYY!!

Brian Mason: This young lady might just have more hype around her debut than anyone else on the HKW roster.

Mark TANGO: WHO?! FEL-A-TIO?

Maddison Harthrone: I thought her name was Felicity?

Mark TANGO: IT IS, WOMEN! BUT FEL-T-UP IN HIGH SCHOOL IS A... ACQUITTANCE OF MINE. IF I KNOW HER AS WELL AS I THINK I THINK I KNOW HER, SHE'S READY FOR THIS. IT'S ALL SHE TALKED ABOUT WHEN WE WENT TO THE STRIP CLUB!

Brian Mason: Strip club, Tango?

Mark TANGO: YEAH, BRIAN. THAT'S WHERE US STRAIGHT, MANLY MEN GO TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT THAT.

Maddison Harthrone: .... Annnnywayyy. Lets see who Felicity's mystery opponent is. This should be good!

Felicity's theme song dies down as she takes a page out of her brothers book, and sits down in the corner with her back resting against the turnbuckles.

The world is a vampire... sent to drain...
Secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames...
and what do I get?... for my painnnn...


The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thunder from the sound system, there is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightening as the crowd starts to realize who it is.

Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in a cage...
Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in cage...
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved...


Brian Mason: Is that?! Is that who I think it is?!

Mark TANGO: I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK IT IS, MASON! BE MORE SPECIFIC.

Brian Mason: It is! It's Brytain Montgomery!

Maddison Harthrone: She's baaaaaack!

Felicity doesn't even look worried. She actually has a smile on her face as Brytain Montgomery bursts onto the stage, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Pausing at the top of the ramp, she smirks as the heavy beat of the music vibrates throughout the arena. Brytain stalks down towards the ring, grabbing the second rope and quickly hopping onto the ring apron.

Tell me I'm the only one...
Tell me there's no other one...


As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain sits with her back against the ropes and her head tilted in cocky amusement while Felicity continues to stare at her from across the ring, not showing any sign of intimidation.

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Proving Grounds Match

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Just as the match begins, the PDW loyal in attendance begin a "Welcome Back" chant for Brytain which shocks the former Cyber champion. Felicity looks amused, not paying much attention to the crowd, and charges in at Brytain, connected with a running elbow to the face. Felicity continues her striking attack with a couple roundhouse kicks to the thigh, but Brytain catches one of the kicks and hits a devastating dragon screw leg whip. Brytain doesn't let up, grabbing Felicity by the hair and tossing her the corner. She goes for a high knee, but Felicity slides out of the way and rolls Brytain up for a school boy and gets a near fall.

Brytain looks surprised as Felicity winks in Brytain's direction and lets her know how close she was to pulling off the upset. Brytain gives off a little smirk herself and raises her arm in a test of strength challenge. Felicity obliges but as she lifts her arm up, Brytain kicks Felicity in the gut and delivers sitout facebuster of Felicity.

As the match continued, Brytain would hold onto control until Felicity willed herself back and connected with her own version of the "Bank Shot" to Brytain. Both ladies struggled to their feet, but once they were up, Felicity started to take it to Brytain, connecting with her patent "Heart Felt Ending"

Felicity climbed to the top rope, but Brytain got up to her feet before Felicity could balance herself and shook the rope, causing Felicity to land awkwardly on her arm. Felicity was clearly in pain and Brytain sensed it, going right after the arm. She hit a armbreaker and followed it up by locking in an Anaconda Vice! Felicity's shoulder looked like it was nearly out of it's socket but she wouldn't give up. She tried to fight toward the ropes, but Brytain kept overpowering the rookie, bringing her back to the center of the ring.

Brytain had to have had the Vice locked in on Felicity for nearly five minutes before Felicity used her free arm to grab a hair full of Brytain's and hit her with a couple of stiff knees to the skull until Brytain relinquished the hold. Both ladies struggled to their feet, with Brytain shaking off the cobwebs and Felicity trying to regain feeling in her arm.

It was back and forth from that point on, with both competitors going blow for blow. Brytain almost put Felicity away with the "Pretty Hate Machine" but somehow Felicity kicked out. Brytain didn't know what else to do to put Felicity away, taking a moment to gather her thoughts but this allowed Felicity to sneak up on Brytain and she connected with a Roundhouse and followed it up with her trademark submission "Light Dreams." Brytain looked to be fading, but she fought out of it, grabbing a hold of Felicity injured arm and delivered a double knee armbreaker, and followed it with a running bulldog into bridging arm trap triangle choke. Felicity fought hard, but she couldn't withstand the pain anymore as she tapped out.


Winner: Brytain Montgomery via submission. (13:09)

Maddison Harthrone: Wow! What a match!

Brian Mason: You took the words right of my mouth, Maddison. A hell of a match indeed. Brytain looked as good as ever, and Felicity showed not only does she have talent... but she has heart too.

Mark TANGO: I'M PROUD OF YA FELL-OFFACHAIR! DON'T HANG YOUR HEAD! YOU DID GREAT!

Maddison Harthrone: I gotta ask. Does this mean Brytain's back in PDW? We all know she has that match with Zack Lifer coming up, but I mean. I'd love to see what she can do with PDW's elite.

Brian Mason: Only time will tell, Maddison.

Brytain celebrates her victory, climbing up to the middle rope and staring out in the crowd. Meanwhile, referee Randy makes sure Felicity is okay and she forcefully pushes him away and clutches her shoulder. He turns her head and looks at Brytain who walks over to the center of the ring, and gives Felicity a respectful head nod before leaving the ring.

And we go to commercial.


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"There's no holding me back / I'm not driven by fear / I'm just driven by anger"


"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he quickly starts walking down the isle to the ring.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 Pounds, KAI!!!

He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, then crosses his arms as he awaits his opponent.

Brian Mason: Man. Kai's gotta be one of the most wrestlers in the sport right now. His eyes are ice cold.

Madison Harthrone: I've seen a lot of tape on Kai, and I gotta say. I wouldn't be surprised if we were calling him the HKW Champion soon.

Brian Mason: Don't get ahead of yourself, Madison. We still have a while tournament to go.

"Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the [cheers/boos/general disinterest] of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them.

You are your own secret weapon.
It's all up to you, to come out swingin'.
It's all up to you!


Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the match to begin.

Mark TANGO: DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO SIGN THIS GUY?

Madison Harthrone: He's your best friend, isn't he Tango?

Mark TANGO: THAT'S WHAT HE THINKS. I WALK ALONE.

Brian Mason: You can say that again, Maddy. Lets get down to the ring for the action.

Match Six
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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When the match got underway, both men met in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Kai pulled Hunter in with a short arm clothesline and proceed to mount over top of Werth, unloading with blows to the face. Werth would gain the upper hand after reversing a Russlian Leg sweep, and connecting with a European uppercut that rocked Kai into the corner.

Hunter held onto the advance, planting Kai with a few shoulder thrusts followed by a crucifix pin, but Kai kicked out at one.

As the match continued to progress, Kai regained the advantage after hooking Werth's arms and pummeling away with rapid fire headbutts that knocked Kai and Werth down.

They both started to creep to their feet until all the lights in the arena dimmed down, and the Spectrum filled with a green lighting. Both Kai and Hunter looked at the referee, neither one of them knowing what was going on.


Brian Mason: Seems like we're having some technical difficulties ladies and gentlemen.

Mark TANGO: WHY ARE YOU EVEN MENTIONING THAT, B MAN?! THIS IS A TAPED SHOW. THEY'LL EDIT IT OUT, STUPID. YOU. ARE. STUPID!

Kai and Werth look like they're about ready to go back at it until the green question mark from earlier reappears on the Platinumtron.

"I sat back here in clear and visible view for of you all HKW circus performers, and not a single one of you noticed me...

None of you notice me because I look what you ants define as normal. I look normal. I am normal. And then, I put on the mask...

.. and you're forced to notice me."


The question mark begins to form into a black a green mask, with a face to behind the mask.

Madison Harthrone: That's Darwin Ridley! I heard some really deranged things about that guy.

Brian Mason: Is he here?!

You can now see Ridley's full face on the Platinumtron as Kai and Werth continue to watch.

Darwin Ridley: We've been waiting for you, Kai. It's time to playyyy hahahahaha.

Ridley's maniacal laugh echos throughout the arena as three men slide into the ring and attack Werth and Kai from behind!

The Match is over.


Winner: No Contest (6:45)

The three men are all dressed in a green and black, one of them wearing a mask, and the two other two were identical twins. The twins pounded away on Kai while the masked man went to work on Werth. Darwin's face stays on the monitor as if he's watching the beat down.

Brian Mason: What the hell is going on?!

Suddenly, Kai begins to take it the twins, sending one out of the ring following a double knee face buster, and planting the other one down with a spine buster. On the other side of the ring, Werth is taking it too and the masked and throws him to the outside, only leaving Werth, Kai, and one of the twins in the ring. Kai calls for a microphone and gets one tossed into him before he lifts the twins head up and looks up at the Platinumtron.

Kai: I'm the wrong person for someone to willingly wait for.

He drop the microphone and locks in a crossface, looking directly at Ridley on the screen while Werth makes sure neither of the other two guys get inside. Kai finally relinquishes the hold, but the feed of Darwin is already gone. Kai looks up at Werth and the two nod their head at one another as we go to commercial.

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The cameras pan up from the ground to see a crate sitting backstage. As it continues up a pair of green/white/black Jordan 1's is seen dangling from a tan skinned leg wearing all black Jordan basketball shorts. As the camera pans up a bit more a LAX T-Shirt with a Mexican flag and the sleeves cut off is seen. Finally it is revealed that the man sitting on top of the crates is none other than Emilio Vialpando. As he sits there not even noticing the cameras watching him he tilts his head back resting it on the wall while listening to some music from a pair of red Beats by. Dre. He then begins to nod his head as the music begins to progress...He even begins to sing.

Emilio Vialpando: All in burning crosses, which royalty regardless. Honestly, I'm just honored to represent the progress.

Distant as I seem to you, I know what I mean to you. Martin Luther King Jr., Hustle let me dream through you...

He he begins to shake his head while bobbing he. With his eyes closed he continues to bob his head getting into the music while dancing a little to it.

Emilio Vialpando: Life is but a dream to us, life is why they need music....Man this my shit!

Continues to bob his head...

Emilio Vialpando: Fuck the world...FUCK THE WORLD!

He holds up his middle finger.

Emilio Vialpando: They hate a young nigga that could fuck your girl. They hate a real nigga when he touch a mil. Hate if you fake, but hate you more if you real.

As the song fades away he pulls the headphones down around his neck and lets out a sigh...

Emilio Vialpando: Damn...Wonder if that's how Unc' felt comin' up in this game?

He looks down and sees the camera watching him. He seems a bit startled at first by the camera but he quickly regains his composure. He sits back not looking at the camera but speaking as if he meant for the camera's microphone to hear it.

Emilio Vialpando: Comin' up in this sport my fam was looked down. Looked down by plenty of gringos y people who thought they was nothin' but some Mexicano trash that just hopped over the gate. Nah man...That wasn't the case at all. When my family started to make noise in this sport man...Couldn't nobody deny what they had. Couldn't nobody take away what they earned. But best believe some puta madres hated on em. They ain't want em to be basked in the glory. They didn't want no brown skinned puttin' his familia on. But what they do huh? Proved them wrong, every last one of em.

He grunts.

Emilio Vialpando: I see these gringos y gringas walkin' around here like they some jefes. Actin' like they run this shit. Actin' like they deserve every bit of gold that the Heavyweight belt is packed with. Then when you step up tryna claim your spot in the race they try and break you down. And because of yo last name they automatically assume that you think that you're hot shit because of your familia's past. Ha...nah man...I already been said I was the only one who was gonna get myself where I wanted and needed to be. I didn't say my uncles', father or fuckin' aunt's past was gonna automatically get me there. Nah...I ain't say that dumb shit.

Emilio laughs at the thought.

Emilio Vialpando: But that's how people are though I guess...Jumpin' to conclusions and makin' bull shit assumptions.

He looks down to the camera from the corner of his eye.

Emilio Vialpando: I ain't Felicity...I'm not gonna downgrade my family name. I take pride in my family's name. I'm proud of bein' a part of my family. And I'm proud to be given the torch to continue my familias legado. But I know I can only do that by myself. And it all starts tonight.

He turns his head towards the camera and looks down and into the lens.

Emilio Vialpando: I either beat this puta blanca delirante or win this damn battle royal. Either way I will be movin' on in this tournament. And nah I won't be lookin' on watchin' the finals in my locker room. I'll be out there in that ring competing for the strap.

Emilio leans in closer.

Emilio Vialpando: I'm not just doin' this for me though. And I'm not just doin' this for LAX y Vialpando. This gon' be for the people who all stands there bein' doubted. The underdogs. Cause even tho I got some legit people sayin' they got faith in me and goin' for me in this tournament. I'm still the underdog. These fucks in this locker room bruh...They think they better than me. They think they gon' win this tournament. They look at me as just some damn kid from LAX tryna use his family name to get by. So what they gon' do? Just doubt me? I say go ahead. Doubt me all y'all like. Go on y'all little "subtweetin' rants on a social network tryna boost ya relevancy and popularity. We all know that shit ain't gon' matter when the time comes to face off for that belt.

Emilio hops down from the crate...

Emilio Vialpando: I might be that dude that's talkin' big shit now...

He begins to walk away...

Emilio Vialpando: But I'm that mufucka who gon' back that shit up in the long run...

He continues walk away as the scene fades.

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Brian Mason: This next match should be interesting. Tanner Sands takes on Westley McFadden.

Maddison Hawthorne: Two men who seem to have more knowledge than almost anyone on this roster. We'll see how they do, mates.

“Adrenaline” by Gavin Rossdale begins to play to the sold out arena. The music fills the arena as Westley McFadden steps out onto the small stage. He pauses and cracks his taped knuckles before descending the ramp. He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole. On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting the small cheers they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start.

Sadie Sanderson McLean:
The following is a first round match for the HKW Heavyweight title tournament and will be contested under standard singles match rules! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing in at 192 pounds, Westley McFadden!

Mark Tango: This guy reminds me of the guy from "The Notebook". I mean, what's "The Notebook"?

Brian Mason: .....

Maddison Hawthorne:
Um, okay. Can Westley McFadden advance to the second round of the HKW Heavyweight title tournament?

As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands makes his way out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on his face as the people begin to boo him. Sands slowly struts his way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to him by either scoffing or giving them the hand. He slides underneath the bottom rope and walks over to the center of the ring, where he drops to his knees and spreads out his arms, bathing in the hate the fans have for him. After doing that, Sands gets back up and walks over to his corner, where he just leans up against it, looking over at the fans and hearing what they have to say before scoffing.

Sadie Sandesron McLean: And his opponent, from the great state of Ohio, weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS!

Brian Mason: Looks like Tanner Sands is making himself no friends with the fans here tonight.

Mark Tango: He seems like an Almond Joy type of guy....and I hate those people.

Maddison Hawthorne: Well, Tanner Sands has won titles in his past. Some say if it wasn't for the such high talent on the main roster, Tanner would be on it as well. Can he prove it here tonight?

Just as it looks like the ref is about to start this match, Sadie's voice can be heard by everyone in the arena as she has begun speaking into it again.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that this match will now have a special guest referee!

Brian Mason: Wow, what a curveball for these two superstars!

Mark Tango: Welcome to wrestling. We like to do that a lot.

Maddison Hawthorne: I wonder who the special guest ref is?

You don't have to wonder for long as "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience begins to cheer. Through the curtains comes Zack Jones, already dressed with a ref t-shirt that just barely fits him. He has a grin on his face as he looks at Tanner Sands, who looks shocked. The scheduled ref for this match makes his way out of the ring with Sadie as Zack makes his way down to the ring.

Brian Mason: Looks like Zack Jones is trying to do something while PDW is in offseason mode. Has he ever refereed a match before?

Mark Tango: WHO GIVES A DAMN? TANNER SANDS IS SCREWED.

Zack slides into the ring and gets up to both feet, staring at Tanner the entire time before turning to Westley and nodding. He then calls for the bell and the match begins to go underway.

Match Six
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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Tanner, too focused on the special guest referee, does not notice a charging Westley McFadden, who begins to hit him with repeated forearm strikes, backing him right into the corner with a few cheers from the audience. After five straight forearm strikes, Westley takes a few steps back and charges forward, leaping up and planting his feet right onto Tanner's chest, knocking the wind out of him. As West gets up to both feet, Tanner stumbles forward. West, not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste, charges forward, leaps up and connects his boot to the left side of Tanner's head, connecting with a beautiful enziguri that lays out the Ohio native. West quickly rolls him over and hooks both legs as Zack begins to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

West, continuing his attack, begins to drop repeated elbows onto Tanner's chest, the audience cheering everytime an elbow connects. After five elbow drops, West gets up to both feet and heads over to the nearby corner and climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Tanner to get up to both feet. Tanner slowly starts to get up to both feet, holding at his chest after the multiple elbow drops it took. As he gets up to both feet, West launches himself off of the top and looks to come down onto Tanner with a missile dropkick, but Tanner dodges it, causing West to hit the mat with a massive thud and the audience to boo.

Tanner quickly looks to strike as he begins to stare down West, who is on all fours. As soon as West gets to a knee, Tanner runs forward, grabs his neck, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker as the audience continues to boo. Tanner just smirks at Zack and the audience as he begins to stomp away at the body of West McFadden a couple of times before looking right back up at Zack and pointing down at West, telling Zack that this will be him if he doesn't get his shit straight. Tanner then places his boot on West's neck, trying to cut off any of the air supply that West can get, but Zack quickly tells Tanner to get off and when Tanner doesn't listen, Zack resorts to pushing him off of West and giving him a verbal warning. Tanner just rolls his eyes and brushes Zack aside as he goes back on the attack.

Tanner quickly grabs West's right ankle and begins to twist it like a cap on a bottle with a vicious ankle lock. West begins to scream out in pain as he tries to go for the nearby ropes, but is nowhere near them. Tanner just has a big smile on his face as he sees the pain he is causing his opponent, but does not expect his opponent to twist his body around and use his free leg to kick him right in the jaw repeatedly until he releases West's ankle. West's then connects with another kick to the jaw, sending Tanner stumbling backwards.

Tanner quickly regains composure and goes right after West, who is still on the mat. But, West is much quicker and manages to plant a left boot right into Tanner's midsection, keeling him over and allowing West to get back up to both feet. West quickly runs forward and jumps, planting both of his legs right onto the right knee of Tanner Sands. West quickly goes behind tanner and wraps his arms around Tanner's neck and begins to squeeze, attempting a sleeper hold that has the Ohioan gasping for air.

After a near minute, Tanner finally uses his weight advantage and gets up to both feet, West on his back the entire time. Tanner then begins to backpedal and drives West's back right onto the nearby corner, West letting out a groan of pain, but not letting go. Tanner takes a few steps forward before repeating the same thing, getting the same groan, but also getting the same result as West continues to keep a sleeper hold on him. Tanner again takes a few steps forward before repeating the same process, this time getting the groan of pain and getting West to release his neck.

Tanner looks and sees West leaning up against the corner, so he attempts to run forward and connect with a spear, but West manages to move out of the way at the last second, causing Tanner to go shoulder first into the steel post, prompting a groan of pain from Tanner. Tanner slowly makes his way off the steel post and turns around, leaning up against the corner. West, wanting to make sure he can keep Tanner down, runs forward and looks to be going for an enziguri, but Tanner just manages to dodge the boot from connecting with his cranium, causing West to land on his feet back turned to his opponent. Tanner takes this advantage as he grabs West's shoulders and leaps up, raising his knees and pulling West backwards onto them to connect with a backstabber. Tanner drags West away from the ropes before hooking the outside leg, forcing Zack to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

West shoots his right hand up to small cheers from the audience as Tanner just shakes his head. Tanner quickly gets up to both feet and grabs West by the head. He smirks as he looks over at Zack once more before driving his right knee onto the head of West McFadden. The audience lets out a couple of groans as Tanner repeats the move, getting faster and faster with each knee that connects to the the temple. After ten straight knees to the head, Tanner lets go of West's head, causing West to hit the mat like a sack of potatoes as Tanner begins to brush his hands off like he's done a good job. Tanner looks over at Zack before pointing down at West, again taunting the special guest referee.

Tanner then walks over to West and slowly drags him the center of the ring before picking him up to his feet. Once West is up to both feet, Tanner takes a few steps back and spins around, raising up his foot and connecting with the head of West, laying him out and getting the audience to boo Tanner even louder as he rolls West over and hooks the outside leg as Zack begins to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

.....

.....

KICKOUT!

Tanner cannot believe it as he looks over at Zack, who happily shows him two fingers. Tanner slaps the mat in frustration as he gets up to both feet and begins to yell at Zack, who stands by his decision on a two count. Tanner begins to scream into Zack's face that the count was clearly a three count, but Zack just repeats the same word. Two. Finally, Tanner begins to poke Zack right in the chest, and Zack looks down at the poking before looking back up at Tanner with a look of anger. This time, Zack begins to yell out the abuse, telling Tanner for the last time that the count was indeed a two and that he should clear his fucking ears. He also warns Tanner that if he pokes him like that again, he will disqualify Tanner. Tanner just scoffs as he continues to stare down Zack, but not for long as he is grabbed from behind and quickly put into a roll up pin position by West! Zack quickly drops to the mat and begins to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

The audience cheers as West quickly rolls out of the ring, arms raised high in the air, while Tanner looks at West, then at Zack who shrugs his shoulders.


Winner via pinfall, Westley McFadden (11:55)

Brian Mason: Tanner Sands took his eyes off the ball and West McFadden capitalized.

Mark Tango: I have come to the conclusion that Tanner Sands is an idiot.

Maddison Hawthorne: And because of the fact that Tanner Sands did not keep his eyes on the ball, Westley McFadden survives another week as he moves on to the next round.

Tanner suddenly gets up to both feet and walks over to Zack and begins to yell at him again, but Zack just looks at him, smirking. Tanner then shoves Zack, who looks at Tanner with a frown on his face. Tanner tells Zack to come at him and that's exactly what Zack does as he launches a left fist that connects with Tanner's right cheek and sends Tanner stumbling backwards. Zack then runs forwards, hooks Tanner's neck, and spins him around before bringing him down with a spinning sitout shoulder jawbreaker called the Tilt-A-Whirl. Zack quickly gets to his feet and removes the referee t-shirt, tossing it right onto the laid out body of Tanner Sands.

Mark Tango: HAHAHAHAHA. Tanner Sands just got his butt kicked.

Maddison Hawthorne: Zack Jones has had enough, but can anybody blame him?

Brian Mason: Nope. Especially since he now has Tanner Sands doing his best Manny Pacquiao impression.

Mark Tango: 5 points to you, Brian Q. Mason. 5 goddamn points.

Zack asks Sadie for her microphone and she quickly hurries over to give it to him before heading back to her seat. Zack slowly walks over to Tanner and once he gets to his body, kneels down on his left knee as he raises the mic to his lips.

Zack Jones: You want to push my buttons? You want to run your mouth about Team DLC and about my girlfriend? You want to test me? Well, it seems to me like you probably don't have a match for next week. So, I guess we should make a match for you, huh? In one week, Tanner Sands takes on former PDW Cyber and tag team champion Zack Jones. And I'll add an incentive. The match will be a five minute challenge. If I cannot defeat you under five minutes, then I will admit defeat. See you next week.

Zack drops the mic onto the mat before rolling out of the ring and high fiving nearby fans before heading up the ramp.

Maddison Hawthorner: Well, looks like we have our first ever PDW superstar scheduled to appear in HKW in Zack Jones.

Mark Tango: I'm going to make my bet now and say Zack beats him in 30 seconds.

Brian Mason: Can someone see if Tanner Sands is alive? He hasn't moved for like two minutes.

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We see HKW backstage correspondent Selena King roaming around the hallways with a microphone in hand.


Selena King: Welcome back guys. I think I just saw Kai walk right down this hallway. Let me go see if I can get his thoughts on that attack on him and his partner by those men and what seem to be their ringleader.

She quickens her pace, running up to Kai who is just about to enter his locker room.

Selena King: Kai!

He slowly turns his head, staring a hole into Selena. She raises the microphone to her lips as Kai slowly shakes his head from side to side. Selena looks back at Kai, seeming just a little anxious then she was before. She lowers the microphone to her sides and takes a few steps back until she runs away, and Kai looks on before walking into his locker room.
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It wasn’t hard for Lucia Lureaux to find Heath Sommersby after her match with Emilio Vialpando. As she approached him backstage she looked like she hadn’t even been in a fight, much less had a beer thrown in her face. Not a hair was out of place, her make-up was perfect, she looked more like she was about to fight than someone who’d just left one.

And Lucia was simply glowing, after her victory anyone, especially Heath Sommersby could see that she was in the mood to gloat. He however, was not. He simply clapped. He clapped for her. He clapped the slowest, most sarcastic “golf clap” ever recorded on video.


Sommersby: Congratulations..

A couple…more…claps…

Lucia Lureaux: Thank y..

Sommersby: No. Really. Congratulations Lucia. You have done something that I have never been able to do.

Lucia Lureaux: Wha..

Sommersby: You have single-handledly ruined The220Brand. You have made MY company the laughing stock of the pro wrestling business. In less than one week, actually, in five business days you have become to Hard Knox, what Tank is to PDW! You’re a joke Lucia! And now The220Brand is!

Lucia Lureaux: Bu..

Sommersby: No Lucia. I’m serious. I’ve told you since we left Paris to forget about Hard Knox. You’ve got a job, barely, with The220Brand

Lucia Lureaux: Heath, I..

Sommersby: No Lucia. You just don’t listen. I told you all week long to stop playing on MY Twitter account and actually do some business there. I mean, we did agree that’s what it would be for. Right?

Before she could answer, he pulled his phone out, pulled something up and began to read:

Sommersby: When Ashley Sullivan, at Ash Sully ninety five was tweeting hashtag HKW. Headed to the show. Thanks E Daniels underscore PDW and at Zee Jay PDW for hooking me up with the ring gear. I think I make this look good, smiley face…Lucia Lureaux at The 220 Brand was tweeting: five out of five. Hashtag Lucia’s man card hunt at Prince Of Booty.

He looked at her hard and just shook his head.

Sommersby: You’re not even following Ashley Sullivan. How are you going to sell her, or anyone else in Hard Knox Wrestling anything if you’re just bullying them and ridiculing them? This is NOT The “I’ll take your Man Card” Brand. This is..

He turned to face the camera.

Sommersby: James Heath Sommersby the Second..

Dramatic Pause.

Sommersby: TO NONE! Brand.

He continued looking into the camera.


Sommersby: Can Hard Knox Wrestling even…pronounce the name of MY brand Lucia? It is NOT The220Brand. It IS the Second To None Brand. Fight shorts. Fight accessories. Custom apparel. Have you mentioned any of this in any one of your two hundred and seven tweets this week? I’ll tell you what Lucia, If I am really your boss and you really work for the…Second To None brand, what kind of feedback does it sound like I am giving you on your job performance? Where exactly do you think that this conversation is headed?

Lucia Lureaux: But Hea..

Sommersby: The catchphrase Lucia. Have you once tweeted THE catchphrase? The motto. The Mission Statement. The battle cry, if you will…

Again, he captured the camera’s full attention.

Sommersby: Better than advertised!

He turned back to Lucia.

Sommersby: But you know what Lucia? Maybe I am being too hard on you. Maybe I just threw you in there and expected perfection. Maybe I have expected you to be…better than advertised. So, here’s what I will do. Until the next HKW event, you watch me. I am going to run everything. Even the twitter account. You watch me, and you do things how I want them done and the next time there’s a camera in front of us it will be in our bedroom. As usual.

Cautiously, she asked:

Lucia Lureaux: Does this mean that…you’re The Manager?

Sommersby: It doesn’t mean you’re The Wrestler.

She stomped her foot, pouting.

Lucia Lureaux: I want that belt Heath. I can do it!

Sommersby: You want to be The Wrestler?

Lucia Lureaux: Oui.

Sommersby: Ok. Cut a promo on someone.

He stepped out of the way and out of frame. Lucia looked like a deer caught in the head lights. She opened her mouth to speak, stopped, then motioned for him to come back into the shot.

Sommersby: This part of it isn’t as easy as I make it look, is it?

She looked about as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Sommersby: Come on…Champ. Cut a promo! It you can’t sell yourself as The Champion better than you sold The220Brand this past week, then you really do need to be networking backstage…and taking people’s measurements. There’s going to be a lot more to this than barely beating a kid who shouldn’t have even been on Defiance anyway.

Frustrated and embarrassed by Sommersby, she finally spoke.

Lucia Lureaux: D-Evil. The next time I see you…the time WILL be right and you WILL deal with..

Sommersby: Leave that poor man alone Lucia!

Heath stepped back into the shot.

Sommersby: Why don’t you get D-Evil something to wear? He’s seven foot, three hundred fifty pounds, you know nothing fits him right! That’s probably why he’s so mad!

He pushed her out of the shot.


Sommersby: Just don’t say anything else. And do more stuff like this. Spyder did it for me while you were out there getting a spanking from Emilio Vialpando.

Lucia Lureaux: Spyder did what?!!?

Sommersby: Just shut up and watch this.

The big screen that everyone was watching them on went black and all of the lights in the arena were cut. “Mama said knock you out” by LL Cool J hit the speakers as the Second to None brand’s “S II N” logo hit the big screen. When LL shouted: “DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!” the music faded just enough for our HKW ring announcer to act as voiceover.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: THE SECOND TO NONE BRAND! Hard Knox Wrestling’s first choice for gym wear and gym gear. THE SECOND TO NONE BRAND! Philadelphia’s choice for Fight Shorts. Fight Accessories and Custom Apparel. THE SECOND TO NONE BRAND! THE ONLY CHOICE FOR THE MODERN ATHELETE. SECOND TO NONE BRAND…BETTER…THAN ADVERTISED!

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Cut backstage, to the gorilla area. Cain Morgan is standing, making last minute adjustments to his gear as the moments wane before his match.

Cain Morgan: This is it. Everything has been building up to this moment. This night.

He sighs, cracking his neck as he finishes pulling on his gloves.

Cain Morgan: All the talking, all the pandering, all the hype...It's over and done with. No more hashtags, no more impassioned speeches, no more arrogant bragging. Just...this. One-on-one, fight to the finish...The best man wins. The way it should be.

He smirks slightly.

Cain Morgan: Everything I've done...has been for this moment. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let it pass me by. In about 30 seconds, I walk through that curtain...And I beat Tony Carmine in the middle of that ring. In about 30 seconds, I take my first step toward being the Hard Knox Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. And no one...NO ONE...Is going to stop me. It doesn't matter if its Tony Carmine, or D-Evil, or Emilio Vialpiando...All it takes is one Twist of Cain. All it takes is three seconds. And I'm going to take those three seconds...No matter who gets in my way.

"Down" by Stone Temple Pilots begins to play over the loudspeakers. Cain sighs one final time, rolling his shoulders before pulling his sunglasses into place.

Cain Morgan: Showtime.

With that, Cain heads up toward the curtain, toward the ring...and the future.


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“Betrayal” by Gangstarr begins playing over the speakers.

Scandalous, Money, Greed, and Lust...in this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust.

The laid back beat bumps as the crowd sees Jason Mentez walking straight from the back.


Sadie Sanderson McLean: Now coming to the ring from Queens, New York. Standing at 6'1" weighing 218 pounds. He is Wreckless...Malicious...Jason Mentez!!!

He walks down the ramp not acknowledging the crowd or any of the sounds from people around him. He just bobs his head, taking his time listening to the music thats close to his heart. After the slow stroll he rolls into the ring and takes off his dual flag shirt completely aloof and detached from the moment awaiting the bell to ring and for his opponent to come out.

Brian Mason: Mentez has been making quite the impression on his fellow roster mates since signing to HKW.

Mark TANGO: OSCAR! OSCAR THE GROUCH! OSCAR! OSCAR MENTEZ JASON VORHEES!

Madison Harthrone: Did you just call him...Never mind.

"Wide Is The Gate" suddenly begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience cheers. Colton Sterling makes his way through the curtain, a small smile on his face as he looks out at the audience before raising his right arm up, hand in a fist.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent...Introducing, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, COLTON STERLING!

He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with as many of the front row fans as possible before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring. Colton walks over to the nearby corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, where he raises his right arm once more, the same fist balled up again. Colton hops off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to his corner, where he begins to stretch.

Mark TANGO: CMON GET THIS MATCHED STARTED REF! I WANNA SEE SOME TOMATO SOUP!

Madison Harthrone: Colton looks to be ready to go, this should be a good one.

Brian Mason: I sure as hell hope so!

Match Eight
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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The ref checks to see whether or not both competitors are ready to face off. Of course both men nod as they are bumped up to make their Hard Knox debut. Tangled up in the middle of the ring the two fight for a better position. Colton wins the battle of strength as he drives a knee into Jason's gut. Mentez stumbles back holding his midsection. Colton on the offensive quickly rushes over and pins Mentez into the the corner turnbuckle where Mentez was backing up. He punches Mentez a few time in the midsection as he then backs up taunting to the crowd which in result is well received as they cheer for him. He sprints over to Mentez going for a Missile Dropkick but Mentez ducks and rolls out of the ring just in time. This gives Mentez the upper hand as he looks on to the fallen Colton. The ref orders Jason to get back in the ring, Mentez snarls in return.

When back in the ring Mentez takes control of the match as he sprints over to the groggy Coltin hitting his head with a Elbow Smash. As Coltin falls he accidently hits the corner turnbuckle and he lays there for a moment holding his head. Mentez goes over to try and inflict more pain but is stopped by Carl(ref). He backs off Mentez and goes to check on Coltin. Coltin rolls over and reveals that he has a cut on his forehead. Mentez sees the blood and quickly pushes Carl out of the way and mounts himself on top of Coltin throwing punches. The ref pulls Mentez off giving him a warning.

Colton with blood dripping from his face stands up waiving Mentez over. Mentez with a smirk goes over to Coltin and they lock back up in the center of the ring. Coltin again gets the upper hand as he quickly takes Mentez's back. He then locks in a Cobra Clutch while also kneeing him in the ribs. Mentez begins to fall to his knees as the ref checks to see if he wants to quick. He keeps telling the ref no. Acting as if he is fading away Mentez sneaks in a hard Low Blow to Coltin. Coltin releases the Cobra Clutch and falls on his back holding his family jewels. Mentez quickly goes for the pin looking to put away Colton but his devious plan backfires as Colton pulls Mentez in and under for a school boy pin.

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Winner: Coltin Sterling via pin. (14:49) Advances to 2nd Round.

Madison Harthrone: Wow! Did not see that coming from Sterling at all.

Brian Mason: Even when bloodied and battered he still finds a way to win. The others in this tournament will surely have to look out for him.

Mentez looks up at the ref in disbelief as Coltin throws ups his hands. Coltin then turns to Mentez and extends his hand to shake his competitor's hand. Mentez looks at the hand for a moment and back up to Coltin. He slaps the hand away and rolls out of the ring shaking his head on the way up the ramp.

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The show cuts backstage to where Annie Zellor is preparing herself for her upcoming debut in the battle royal. She is ready dressed in her ring attire, consisting of cut off shorts and a plaid sleeveless top tied in the front, exposing her midriff.

Annie Zellor: I’m soooo excited!

She says, jumping up and down on the spot. He fists are clenched and shaking as she tries to contain the excitement that is probably literally bubbling up inside her. A huge smile is present on Annie’s face as she continues talking.

Annie Zellor: In just a few minutes I get to make my Hard Knox debut in the battle royal! And all week I’ve been like soooo psyched, soooo ready; I feel like I could just eliminate everyone myself, y’know?!

Pause. Annie giggles behind one hand.

Annie Zellor: So that’s exactly what I’m gonna try and do. And prove to the whoooole world that I’m more than just an adorable face.

With that, Zellor races off screen as the show transitions back to ringside.

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As FBG Duck's "Look At Me" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me". He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out. After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring. Finally rolling under the ropes, Tony stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to a group of females he spots in the audience. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, from Boca Raton, Florida, weighing in tonight at 145 pounds, "Sunshine" Scandalous Tony Carmine!

Brian Mason: Tony Carmine is...an interesting individual, to say the least. You can practically feel the arrogance radiating off of this man.

Mark TANGO: I don't think thats arrogance, B-Town Concrete. I think that's...persimmon? No, wait...JASMINE. DEFINITELY JASMINE.

Maddison Harthrone: I don't even want to know how you can identify that scent all the way from here.

Mark TANGO: I AM A MAN OF MANY TALENTS, MADDY. MANY, MANY TALENTS.

Brian Mason: Your remarkable sniffing skills notwithstanding, I think Mr. Carmine better check some of that arrogance at the door as he faces off with this next competitor.

“Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena, and the crowd pops as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, pausing only momentarily to give the fans the slightest nod before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and taking a long moment to stare down Tony Carmine, who utters some choice words in his direction. Morgan merely shakes his head before heading to his corner, where he methodically removes his sunglasses, jacket, tie, and shirt, placing them painstakingly neatly in the corner before doing some last minute stretching before bell time.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, the Man in Black, Cain Morgan!

Brian Mason: If I had to pick favorites to go deep into this tournament, this man would definitely be among them. He's a veteran of independent promotions all over the world, and that experience might be just what he needs to put him over the top in a tournament like this.

Madison Harthrone: He's definitely an impressive specimen, Brian, but I think he's going to have his hands full here tonight with Sunshine.

Mark TANGO: PUH-LEASE. Sure, dudes a good wrestler, but he is BLAND with a side of BLAND. Cut the Clint Eastwood routine, pal!

Brian Mason: I think you're exaggerating just a bit there, Tango...the man is serious about his job, that's all.

Mark TANGO: Look, BILLY MAC. I'm all for great WRASSLIN', but I DEMAND TO BE ENTERTAINED! SOMEBODY START FEEDING ME GRAPES ALREADY!

Match Nine
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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DING! DING! DING!

Morgan and Carmine circled each other slowly as the bell rang, sizing each other up as they went for a collar and elbow tie-up. Morgan, being the larger man, immediately took the upper hand, shifting into a side headlock on Carmine, wrenching back as Carmine struggled in his grip.Carmine managed to twist out, however, reversing into a hammerlock on Morgan, only to have Morgan immediately shift his weight and take Carmine down with a snapmare takeover. Morgan attempted to snap off a kick to the back of Carmine's head, but Carmine dropped down out of the way, rolling backwards and sweeping Morgan's legs out from under him, taking him down into a quick rolling cradle. Carl Robinson barely had time to register a one count before Morgan kicked out, however, both men quickly rolling to their feet. Carmine tried a clothesline, but Morgan ducked underneath, taking him down with a schoolboy cradle of his own. Robinson again barely registered a one count as Carmine powered out. Both men again sprang to their feet, this time with Morgan going for a quick clothesline, with Carmine ducking underneath and catching him with a kick to the gut. Carmine attempted an Irish whip, but Morgan reversed it, sending him into the ropes...only to have Carmine come back with a dropkick that sent Morgan crashing to the mat. Carmine nipped back up to his feet, stretching his arms out wide in a mocking pose to the crowd before grabbing Morgan up and sending him crashing back to the mat with a snap suplex. Carmine rolled through for another, more arrogant cover, receiving a quick two count from Carl Robinson for his efforts.

Carmine continued on the attack from there, stomping away at Morgan before again taunting the crowd, drawing a round of boos as he pulled Morgan up. He sent Morgan into the ropes, catching him coming back with a leaping back elbow. Carmine again athletically sprang back to his feet, running into the ropes and coming off with a springboard into another big elbow drop, crashing down on Morgan's chest with authority! Carmine sat up, brushing the "dirt" off his shoulder mockingly before falling back over Morgan in another cover...only managing to draw another two count from referee Carl Robinson.

A slight look of annoyance flashed across Carmine's face as he glared at Robinson before turning his attention back to Morgan, dropping a knee across his chest before pulling him up again. Carmine laced a hard slap across Morgan's face, drawing an "OOH" from the crowd before nailing him with a roundhouse kick to stagger him. Carmine then ran off of the ropes, charging toward Morgan...only to have him duck out of the way at the last moment! Carmine spun around right into an explosive dropkick from Morgan that sent him crashing to the mat in a heap. Carmine stumbled back to his feet, only to get hit with another dropkick from Morgan that sent him stumbling into the ropes. Carmine staggered out, and Morgan finished off the combination by hitting a step-up enzugiri right to the side of Carmine's head. Carmine crashed to the mat and Morgan immediately dropped down to hook him into a tight cover, but only managed to draw a two count from Carl Robinson. Morgan immediately went back on the offensive, pulling Carmine up and laying into him with a series of sharp knife-edged chops. Morgan drove a knee into Carmine's gut before sending him down to the mat with a snap suplex of his own, drawing cheers from the crowd. Morgan rolled to his knees, adjusting his gloves before grabbing Carmine by the arm, applying an arm wringer to Carmine's right arm, wrenching on the wrist to force Carmine to double over. Morgan then snapped off a series of rapid-fire Kawada-style kicks to Carmine's head and chest, finished off by three in quick succession right across the bridge of Carmine's nose. Carmine fell back in pain as Morgan ran off the ropes, catching him with another running boot to the face before again dropping down into another tight pinning predicament. Carmine was resilient, though, and managed to get his shoulder up at the count of two.

Morgan continued to apply pressure to Carmine, refusing to give him a moment's rest as he pulled him up once again, driving another stiff knee into his gut before taking him down with a Northern Lights Suplex. Morgan hung on for a bridge as Robinson dropped down to count...And Carmine again managed to get his shoulder up right before three. Morgan rolled to his feet, cracking his neck and making a slight motion for Carmine to get up, drawing a pop from the crowd. Carmine stumbled up to his feet and staggered back into Morgan, who went to hook him for his "Twist Of Cain" rolling cutter...Only to have Carmine turn his body and twist out of it, keeping hold of Morgan's arm as he pulled him back into a brutal discus elbow! Morgan crashed to the mat as Carmine immediately fell on top for a cover. Carl Robinson dropped to the mat and was on his way to a three count when Morgan just managed to get his shoulder up at the very last moment. Clearly frustrated, Carmine ran off the ropes and nailed the still-downed Morgan with a standing Frog Splash, again hooking him into a cover...and again only managing to draw a two-and-a-half count. Carmine slapped the mat in anger, clearly annoyed that Morgan refused to stay down as he pulled him up from the mat again. He signaled to the crowd that he was about to end it before hitting Morgan with a stiff spinning back kick to the gut. Carmine then ran into the ropes, springing off and rebounding back for a hurricanrana...only to have Morgan catch him in mid-move and plant him with a stiff power bomb! The crowd popped as Morgan held onto Carmine in a folding press for a pin...but Carmine just managed to get his shoulder off the mat for an extremely close two count.

Morgan rose to his feet then, lifting Carmine up before planting him back on the mat with a textbook bodyslam. Morgan took a moment to shake some of the aches and pains out of his limbs before casting a look toward the turnbuckle, drawing cheers from the crowd as he headed toward the corner. Morgan scaled the ropes, measuring Carmine up for "Fell On Black Days"...But Carmine managed to move out of the way of the Diving Senton at the last moment! Morgan had the presence of mind to roll through, however, and both men stumbled back up to their feet almost at the same time, charging toward each other and crashing to the mat in a double clothesline! Both men lay on the mat in a heap as Carl Robinson started the standing ten count. Carmine was the first to start to get up, using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Suddenly, the crowd erupted as Prince MacRear came storming out from the back, his new valet Alexa Strange in tow. MacRear made his way down to ringside, yelling at the dazed Carmine, calling him a homophobe and a disgusting degenerate. The two men continued to jaw at each other for a few moments before Carmine turned his attention back to Morgan, who was just now starting to get back to his feet. Carmine went to pull Morgan in for "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia"...but the extra time to recover allowed Morgan to escape the move, going behind Carmine and nailing him with the "Twist of Cain"! The crowd popped as Morgan covered, and Carl Robinson dropped down to make the three count.


Winner: Cain Morgan via pinfall (14:58)

Madison Harthrone: An excellent match-up between these two men, that I can't help but think was totally sullied by Prince MacRear getting involved!

Brian Mason: I absolutely agree! Carmine appeared to have the match under control, but that momentary distraction was just enough to allow Cain Morgan to score the victory. It's a shame...that was a Hell of a match.

Mark TANGO: What did I say earlier tonight? This is #HKW! These guys and gals are HUNGRY. They gotta do WHATEVER IT TAKES to come out on top!

Brian Mason: Well, that doesn't mean we have to like i---hold on, what's going on in the ring?

"Down" hits as Cain Morgan gets to his feet, clearly unaware of what occurred between Carmine and MacRear. Robinson raises his hand, and Morgan gives the crowd a slight salute before going to leave the ring. He sees MacRear and Alexia on the floor as he leaves the ring, MacRear giving him an exaggerated round of applause as Morgan looks confused...before slowly heading to the back. With Morgan out of sight, MacRear slides into the ring, holding the ropes open for Alexa to follow after him. He goes over to pose over the downed body of Carmine, cursing at him before dropping down, producing a felt pen from his pocket. MacRear proceeds to scrawl his signature across Carmine's chest, dotting the last letter with satisfaction before pulling Carmine into a seated position, posing with him as he motions for Alexa to start snapping pictures with her cell phone.

Brian Mason: I can't believe what I'm seeing here! It looks like the bad blood between Tony Carmine and Prince MacRear on Twitter has boiled over right here in the arena with a tremendous display of disrespect!

Mark TANGO: I gotta admit...Sunshine DID make some pretty incendiary remarks on the OL' TWITTAH MACHINE there...Sometimes turnabout is fair play, B-Mizzle!

Satisfied with his photographs, MacRear takes a final moment to pose over Carmine with Alexa before heading to the back as we cut to commercial.

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Backstage we see Felicity getting her arm checked out by one of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling medical trainers on the site. She doesn't look to be in any pain, but her upper shoulder region is being heavily taped up as she stares ahead of herself and lets out a sigh. We hear the door opening as Felicity looks up to see who it is, and Brandon Banks enters the picture. Felicity is almost expressionless as Brandon tilts his head and looks over at Felicity's shoulder before looking directly at her.

BB: Coulda been worse, right?

No answer.

Brandon let out his own sigh and took a seat on the bench next to Felicity.


BB: Look, Fel. I know you're probably mad at me, but listen. I -

Felicity: I'm not mad you, Brandon, chill out. I get why you did that. Don't worry.

Banks looks relieved, but could tell something was still off.

BB: What's bothering you then? You look all down and shit. You did great out there. Shit, better than I thought you would.

Felicity turns her head, squinting her eyes just as she looked at Brandon.

Felicity: Better than you thought? I should've won. That's why I'm pissed the hell off.

She breathes in and exhales heavily.

Felicity: This... sucks. I'll make it up, though. I'm not even worried.

She runs her fingers through her hair, pulling her other arm away from the doctor.

Felicity: Get me a rematch for the next Defiance, Brandon. Please. Like, seriously. I'll never ask you for anything ever again. For real.

Brandon knew his sister was somewhat of a hothead as he laughed Felicity's comments off.

BB: Fel... Brytain's like... One of the best I know goin' right now, and you know I don't say that shit bout many people. You didn't just stand your ground out there, you had a damn good match with Brytain. Shit, she was even surprised.

He glances over at Felicity's arm.

BB: Who knows, though. Maybe if you didn't mess your arm up, things woulda been different, but shit... That arm took a beating and you still kept fightin'. You did work out there. You should be proud of yourself.

Felicity shrugs and shines off a half smirk. Brandon stands up, and rubs the top of his sisters head before heading toward the door.

BB: Get your shit together, and get changed. We're outta here. Mad hungry, yo.

Brandon opens the door, but before he leaves Felicity realizes what he said.

Felicity: Wait, what?

She pauses as Brandon turns around.

Felicity: We? Nah. I'm not going anywhere. You forgettin' that I got a battle royal to win. I told you, I'm redeeming myself by winning that battle royal and winning the HKW Championship.

Brandon shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

BB: Um, yeah. That ain't happenin. Your arms messed up. I don't want you risking even more injury to it. Them wrestlers like vultures, man. They see any weakness, and they'll go right after that.

Felicity hops off the bench, pointing over at the doctor.

Felicity: But he said I'm perfectly fine. It's just bruised up.

Brandon shrugs his shoulders.

BB: And I said you were done for the night. That's it. There's gonna be plenty of other chances in the future.

He points at Felicity's taped up shoulder.


BB: But not if shit like that gets worse. Trust me.

He turns around and exits the trainers room as Felicity rolls her eyes, infuriated by the news.
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Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening. The ten person, over the top rope battle royal to see who advances in the HKW World Championship tournament!

The crowd inside the Dynasty Spectrum explodes, hyped for the upcoming contest.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The only way to be eliminated is by being thrown over the TOP rope, and out of the ring. Now… LETS SEE WHO DREW NUMBER ONE!

The audience waits in anticipation, looking over at the Platinumtron.

'Warriors of the World United' by Manowar begins to play, and Ashby Cruz steps out pounding her fists together, wearing a white hooded jacket, hood pulled up.


Sadie Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Liverpool by way of San Diego.... she is the Striking Beauty..... Ashby Cruz!

She looks out at the crowd, points and nods her head... a smile slowly creeping on her face. She pops the hood back as pyro goes off and she walks to the ring, bumping fists with fans. She climbs into the ring, throws off the jacket and climbs a turnbuckle, pumping a fist into the air.

Brian Mason: Unlucky number one is Ashby Cruz! She, unlike most of the wrestlers in this match, didn’t have a match tonight. She’s fresh, but drawing number one? Not a good thing for Ms. Cruz.

Mark Tango: WELL SOMEBODY HAS TO POP THIS MATCHES CHERRY BRIAN?! WHO BETTER THAN THIS HOT PIECE OF CHEESECAKE?!

Maddison Harthorne: Whatever you say, Tango. Now lets see who’s number two!

The arena lights go out when all of a sudden all you can hear are screams. Screams of someone who sounds like they're being tortured. All of a sudden a spot light beams down to the top of the ramp. Holding his arms out wide and his head lowered D-Evil stands there. He only raises his head when the screams stop and “Just Run” by Digital Summer kicks in as the lights come back on. The crowd don't know whether to boo or not, some even scared to open their mouths.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Standing 7 feet tall and weighing 350 lbs…..D-EVIL!

The few who do boo though are the ones who have made sure D-Evil can't get to them. Once at the ring he grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. Once on the apron he enters the ring but stepping over the top rope. As soon as he does this is when the crowd decide to be brave and start booing him. They soon go quiet as the lights once again go out to only show some writing “D-Evil is PDW's Reckoning” after a minute or two the lights come back on as D-Evil's music fades out.

Maddison Harthrone: Well… He doesn’t look happy.

Mark Tango: HE LOOKS A BIT STEAMY FROM EARLIER! YOU CAN’T COME OUT HERE WRASSSSSSSSSSSSTTTLLING WITH EMOTION!

Brian Mason: How can you even tell?! He has a mask on!

Mark Tango: IT’S CALLED TANGO VISION BRIAN! TRY IT SOMETIME!

Main Event
HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One

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When the bell tolls, D-Evil chases right after Ashby but she uses her speed advantage to evade him. Ashby hits him with a chop to the chest, but it has no effect on the monster. She tries again, but D-Evil grabs her by the wrists, lifts her up in the air, and slams her down right on her back. D-Evil stares down at Ashby before grabbing a handful of hair, ripping her up to her feet. He lifts her over his shoulder and looks like he’s about to toss her out of the ring, but she slides down his back and hits a dropkick that rocks the big man. D-Evil staggers near the ropes and Ashby charges in, attempting to clothesline D-Evil over the ropes, but it doesn’t even budge him! He grabs Ashby by the throat and tosses her into the corner as the crowd starts counting down.

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Fall, Goliath Fall" by Project 86 hits the PA System and Slayde is seen sprinting down the ramp towards the ring. Fans notice Slayde coming remembering about the events earlier including D-Evil and Slayde and are intrigued where this is going to lead. As D-Evil turns his sights on Slayde waiting for his foe to enter he falls to his knees as Ashby dropkicks him in the back of the leg. Slayde slides in the ring and begins to stomp on D-Evil while yelling at him. Ashby then runs bouncing off the ropes and hits a crossbody on Slayde. Fans erupt in cheers noticing the action but are quickly shut down by D-Evil laying out Ashby with a hard clothesline. He kicks her in the gut for good measure so she stays down then goes back to Slayde. D-Evil grabs Slayde by the hair and sets up for a chokebomb. Slayde elbows D-Evil in the face releasing D-Evil’s grip. As he falls to the ground he is unfortunately met with a headbutt from D-Evil sending him back a few steps.

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"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he jogs toward the ring and slides in, going right after D-Evil! He hits him with rights and lefts staggering him back a bit, and then somehow manages to scoop slam HKW’s “Reckoning.” Ashby comes in and starts to stomp down on D-Evil as Kai switches his focus to Alistair Slayde. Slayde catches Kai with a boke in the eye, and then locks in a rolling armbar! Meanwhile, D-Evil is back to his feet and Ashby is still taking to the big man, jumping up and planting D-Evil down with a jumping DDT! Ashby lets the crowd know she’s about to eliminate D-Evil, but Alistair turns her inside out with a huge clothesline. Alistair turns his attention to D-Evil.

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We Run The Town by. Lloyd Banks feat. Vado hits as Emilio is seen hopping out from behind the curtains. He slaps his chest and points to the crowd who cheer for him. He sprints down to the ring noticing that everyone is off doing their own thing he climbs up on the top turnbuckle and jumps off hitting a Whisper In The Wind on Alistair Slayde before he could reach D-Evil. He stands up to his feet smiling a bit to his efforts but is hit in the back of the head by Kai. Kai picks up the young stud and viciously hits a DDT. When getting up Kai is picked up by D-Evil. He hits a Maximum Backbreaker and grunts at the damage done. He looks around the ring seeing everyone down but then sees Ashby getting up. He sprints over to her and hits a big boot to the side of her face. He throws up his hands and the crowd boos.

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As FBG Duck's "Look At Me" hits, Scandalous Tony comes charging down the ring sliding right in, and noticing D-Evil and Alistair Slayde still going at it against the ropes. Tony motions for Ashby and Emilio to see what he sees, and the three sneak up on Alistair and D-Evil and toss them over the ropes!

Eliminated: D-Evil and Alistair Slayde

It’s almost as if the eliminations didn’t phase either man as they continue to duke it out on the outside of the ring! Meanwhile, Emilio notices the three remaining people in the ring not paying attention, and he quickly goes into eliminate Kai, but Kai side steps and throws Emilio over the ropes!

…. Wait! Emilio is safe on the apron! He reenters the ring through the middle rope, touching his foot on the mat but Kai quickly charges in and boots Emilio in the face causing him to fall out to the mat!

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"Brackish" by Kittie hits the PA System as Ava Adore runs down the ramp and into the ring. Ashby goes for Ava instantly as the two men go after each other. Punches are thrown from both ends of the ring as Ava is seen having the upper hand over Ashby as she takes Ashby’s back and hits a sit out full nelson atomic drop. Kai on the other end is seen having Tony in the corner unleashing blow after blow with his punching combinations. He then hits a missle dropkick that connects right on the jaw. He gets up noticing Ava getting the best of Ashby. He sprints over to her connecting a Running Kitchen Sink. He then hits a multiple leg drops on her before picking her back up. Before he could get her completely back up to her feet he is met with a dropkick to the face from Tony, paying back the favor for earlier. Tony takes advantage of the groggy Ava and hits his finisher It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. He then goes for a Hard Scandy on Ashby who is seen getting up to her feet but she ducks the kick and hits a spinning spinebuster.

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As "People of the Night" by AN21 & Max Vangeli played through the P.A. system, Gwen Massey comes running down the ramp as the fans erupted into a frenzy. She slides into the ring and goes right at Scandalous Tony. She hits him with a couple of forearms to the face and then connects with a Lungblower. Ashby Cruz comes running toward Gwen, but she ducks under her clothesline attempt, and Ashby runs directly into Ava Adore who back body drops Ashby over the top rope and out of the ring!

Eliminated - Ashby Cruz

The remaining competitors in the ring are Kai, Gwen Massey, Ava Adore and Sunshine Tony. They pair off with Kai and Tony going at it, while Ava and Gwen exchange blows in the far side corner.

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'Polo Club' by Greenskeepers hits and Annie is seen stepping out to the ring. She points to the crowd before making her way to the ring. As she gets to the ring she quickly chooses her target, Ava Adore. Both women are seen going at it as Tony elbows Gwen right in the face. She stumbles back holding her jaw. He stalks her a bit but is put to a halt as Kai hits a Bull Dog on him out of no where. Ava reverses a punch from Annie but Annie double reverses Ava’s attempt to punch her and hits a sitout jawbreaker. Ava holding her jaw backs into Gwen who is holding her jaw also. They both look at each other holding their jaws. Annie is seen in the background getting up to her feet. She looks to the ropes and runs towards them then hitting a double Springboard Dropkick on both women. She raises up to her feet pumping up the crowd as if they weren’t already hyped up. Kai is seen picking up Sunshine Tony after hitting a Shining Wizard. When picking up the groggy Tony Kai backs over to the ropes looking to eliminate Tony. He stops himself and then begins to hit a couple rolling german suplexes. Finally on the third German Suplex he releases Tony over the top rope sending Tony out to the mat nearling landing on the back of his neck.


Eliminated - Scandalous Tony Carmine

Kai smirks at the fallen Sunshine and turns back towards Gwen who is seen getting up. He sprints over and hits a running knee lift sending her back down. Annie is seen grabbing Ava by the hair. She kicks Ava in the midsection and sets up for a Tiger like maneuver but Ava quickly pushes Annie off and goes for a clothesline. Annie dodges the clothesline and quickly hits a Pele Kick from out of no where that puts Ava up against the ropes. Annie then hits a standing enziguri sending Ava outside of the ring.

Eliminated - Ava Adore

Ava outside of the ring holds her head as mad as ever. She looks up to Annie who seems a bit “too” happy with eliminating Ava. Annie turns her attention towards Kai and Gwen not noticing Ava hoping up on the apron. Ava pulls her hair from the back railing her in for a reverse suplex. She hits it sending Annie outside of the ring and over a ring barriar.

Eliminated - Annie Zellor

Fans begin to chant “Holy Shit” as Ava hops down to the mat laughing at her destruction. She then makes her way up the ramp and into the back.

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“Betrayal” by Gangstarr begins playing over the speakers as Jason Mentez takes his time coming to the ring. He and Ava exchange a stare before Jason looks into the ring and notices that the hard part was over. With only Gwen, Kai and Jason remaining in the match, Mentez hops onto the apron with a wide grin on his face.

Mark TANGO: FINAL THREE BAYBAY!

Brian Mason: It’s down to Massey, Kai and Mentez! Lets see who advances!

Mentez enters between the ropes as Kai and Gwen quickly pounce on Mentez. They take him down to his knees, but Gwen turns her attention to Kai and elbows him into the corner. She climbs up to the middle rope and begins pounding down on Kai’s face but Mentez sneaks up behind her and tosses her over the top rope!

Eliminated: Gwen Massey

Kai doesn’t give Jason time to celebrate, quickly taking him down with a running facebuster. He then stomps on Mentez’s face before picking up up to only hit a Snap Suplex. He then begins to hit some inverted curbstomps. Mentez weak now gives Kai the greenlight to eliminate Mentez. He sets up for the Kai Bomb with Mentez in between his legs. A green question mark then appears on the Platinumtron. Kai looks over to the big screen and toss Mentez to the side waiting to see what’s going to happen. Kai walks over to the ropes by the ramp and Mentez is seen in the background running towards him. Mentez hits a brutal reverse clothesline sending Kai from outside of the ring.

Eliminated: Kai

Mentez begins to celebrate his “win” but not noticing his music not playing over the PA System. He continues to celebrate cussing out a few fans. The fans then begin to cheer as Emilio Vialpando is seen crawling from under the ring. He slides into the ring and leans up against the turnbuckle laughing at Mentez who is seen still cheering himself on. Emilio looks to the crowd with a finger up to his lips as he sneaks up behind Mentez. He turns Mentez around and kicks him in the midsection. He then hits a Vibora Strike. Emilio looks down at the fallen Mentez and picks him back up. He drags him over to the the nearby ropes and places him on them. Mentez still a bit out of it hangs his head. Emilio runs over to the ropes and jumps off the ropes and kicks Mentez in the head sending him over the top rope!

Eliminated: Jason Mentez

Winner: Emilio Vialpando

Emilio climbs up the turnbuckle slapping his chest looking out to the crowd. He then looks down to Mentez pointing and laughing as the show fades with the HKW & PDW logos.
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