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D E F I A N C E - EPISODE FOUR
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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 4!
Dynasty Spectrum - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Saturday, November 23rd, 2013




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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Brian Mason: WELCOME EVERYONE TO DEFIANCE FOUR!!!

Mark Tango: BANG BANG BANG BANG! FOUR SHOTS TO THE DOME NOW YA DEAD!

Brian Mason: Pretty sure the person would be dead on the first but yeah. Tonight we have a huge and exciting show for you all! After an incredible Parental Advisory from our parent company PDW, how could we not follow up with something just as big?!

Mark Tango: SHUT UP BRIAN! WHAT YOU NEED TO BE TALKING ABOUT IS THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TITLES BEING UP FOR GRABS!

Brian Mason: I was getting to that...But since you already said it, YES! We will have our very first Tag Team Champions starting tonight! And we also have our very first Fan's Choice match tonight also?!

Mark Tango: AND WHAT ABOUT THE FAIRLY ODD PARENTS MATCH, BRIAN?! THAT'S GONNA BE A BIG ONE! I GUESS MAC TWERKED YOUR HEAD OUT OF YA SKULL AT PARENTAL ADVISORY HUH?!

Brian Mason: No Tango, he didn't...

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The camera begins to pan around the arena getting a shot of the hype Defiance 4 crowd. As the cameras get a shot of some of the fans signs Guap by. Big Sean hits the PA System and the lights begin to flash pink and sky blue. In an instant the fans begin to cheer to the top of their lungs as they hear the song. The camera then pans over towards the entrance area and there on the stage is HKW Co-General Manager, Lyle Risky dancing on the stage with a laptop in hand. He does a quick spin and salutes the crowd.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On the way to the ring, Co-General Manager and PDW Ascension Assistant General Manager......LYLLEEEEEEEEE RRIISSSKKKKYYYYYY!!!!!!!

As he makes his way down the ramp he slaps a few fans hands and even takes a few pictures with some female fans who he thought were attractive enough. He then gets to the steps and stops to look out to the crowd.

Lyle Risky: Ahhhhhh Shhiiiiiiiittttttt !

He laughs and climbs up the steps to get in the ring. As he gets in the ring he dances a little more and stops as he looks in the middle of the ring where there is a desk and a chair set up for him. He smirks as he takes a seat and gets comfortable. After placing the laptop on the desk he opens it and looks around to the crowd who watches on wondering just what he's gonna do. Sadee is then seen handing Lyle a microphone He nods thanking her for the mic and sets it down on the desk which makes people wonder even more why hes out there. Waiting for the laptop to power up he sets back in the chair and does a little spin. By the time he gets back to the desk the laptop is up and ready. He then clicks on the Skype icon and begins to sign in. He looks at the cameraman and tells him to back up. Finally signed in he clicks to call Brandon Banks.

Ring........Ring.....

As it rings the fans then see Lyle's desktop on the Platinumtron.

Ring....Ring....Ring....Ring....

Lyle picks up the mic.


Lyle Risky: My bad y'all I don't know where this dude at.

Ring....Ring....Ring...Ring..

Lyle Risky: So did y'all have fun at Parental Advisory? Already know I did, shiiiiiitttttt!

The former Prodigy champions face is shown on the Platinumtron. The ruckus Philadelphia crowd gives him a huge ovation as Banks chuckles and shakes his head.

BB (via Skype): Right. Parental Advisory. Great night.

He sniffles, looking away from the camera for a second.

BB (via Skype): Annnnywayyyy, yeah. Parental Advisory's the reason why I can't be there with y'all tonight. I got this thing called a mild head injury goin' and shit... That loud ass music and them strobe lights would probably fuck me up. But aye!

The crowd and Risky reply with an "Ayyye"!

BB (via Skype): I'ma still be here all night long in laptop form unless sumin' more important pops up.

The crowd applauds as Banks takes a sip out of a bottle of Sprite.

BB (via Skype): Nowwww. Risky and I... We got some business to take care. I ain't gonna beat around the bush, so I'ma cut straight to it. There's some of y'all in the back right now that think Risky and I are against you for some strange reason. Then, there's some of you back there who think that we don't pay attention to what goes on here in HKW.

Banks smirks.

BB (via Skype): We pay attention to every single thing that goes on, but we try to do y'all a favor. We try to see if you guys will learn from your mistakes and not do the same shit again, but you do... And you keep doin' it and you never actually learn. You think you can just... get away with it. That's when Risky and I? We gotta take action.

Risky nods and lifts the mic up to his lips.

Lyle Risky: See...We always got our eyes open. We always got our ears open. We know what's goin' on. We know what's bein' said and done. Shit I know there was some lame mufuckas that thought they should get handed errything round here just for kissin' up and kissin' our asses. But nah, we handled that shit when we fired they asses.

He grunts.

Lyle Risky: And then they fuck boys followed on some bitch shit. But aye whatever. Hard Knox still got the top talent, when them bitches were just bottom of a dumpster.

Lyle brushes his wavey hair back as he sits back in the chair.

Lyle Risky: But then...Then there's some people who think they can just get away with some shit like we don't see it. Let's cut to the chase, there's been some fishy officiating goin' on. Some real iffy shit ya feel me? Shit all started with that lame annoyin' ass bitch and that kid Hunter. Now we got some dudes in cahoots and shit....Do I have to say it or you?

Banks is seen nodding on the desktop.

BB (via Skype): ..... Randy the Pilot... We're gonna need yo ass out here right now!

A few seconds pass by until Randy the Pilot, dressed in his referee attire, comes out onto the ramp. He looks unsettled as he takes his time walking to the ring with no theme music.

BB (via Skype): HURRY YO ASS UP! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE IN 10 SECONDS. CROWD! START COUNTIN!

The crowd starts a fast ten count, getting up to eight before Randy slides... Well, rolls into the ring. It takes about a minute for him to get to his feet, but when he does, Risky laughs a little.

Lyle Risky: Sit down Randy.

Randy looks around and doesn't see a chair to sit so he sits on the edge of the desk.

Lyle Risky: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Get off the damn desk. Who you think you are? Heather? Hell the fuck nah. Sit yo ass on the damn ground.

Risky looks down at the computer.

Lyle Risky: Can you believe this dude?

BB (via Skype): Randy... you one dumb son of a b---

Risky cuts Brandon off. Banks doesn't understand why until Risky mumbles something away from the microphone.

BB (via Skype): Right... Go ahead. You right.

Risky looks up at Randy and holds out his hand directing him to sit.

Lyle Risky: Go ahead, sit down Randy.

Randy sits down on the mat looking up at Risky.

Lyle Risky: Now..Looka here bruh. Me and B? We like you...We actually don't have a problem with you other than this bs you and yo boy been pullin'.

BB (via Skype): I can't even be mad at you for that stuff. Shit, I know me and Risky woulda pulled some shit like that back in the day, but these days... We got a standard to set here in HKW. We don't need no talk bout no politics, or conspiracies comin' up here in the land of the kiddies.

Randy is shown biting down on his nails as Banks and Risky look at one another.

BB (via Skype): Randy... We know what you've been doing. We know you and Tony got some stuff goin' on. We saw what you did during the main friggin' event of Defiance a few weeks back. You gotta learn now...

Lyle sighs...

Lyle Risky: From this day on...Randy, your reffin' days are over. But it's just until we feel that you learned yo lesson ya feel me? But man since we like you "sooo" much, we ain't gon' leave you hangin without a job. It may pay less but...You are now our bell ringer. B you think we should give em a trial run real quick? Aye Toby! Bring that bell up in here bruh!

Lyle pulls out his phone to check a text from Minka. He smiles and begins to text back.

Lyle Risky: Man B if I was home right now bruh......

He then gets another text but this time from Heather.

Lyle Risky: Ayyyeeeeeee.

He looks back and sees Toby bringing in the bell and hands it to Randy.

BB (via Skype): Man, fuck this bell ringin' shit. I got a head injury... And I got a big ass chicken meal right here with my name on it.

Banks is shown turning his head, smirking just as he looks over.

BB (via Skype): Aye Randy. Make sure you hand over yo shirt and yo whistle to Adella. And make sure she wash em. I'm out.

Banks cuts the Skype call immediately after his words. Risky is still texting away on his phone while Randy looks as if he's going to cry. The crowd starts to sing "Na Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye" in Randy's direction. Risky looks up and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Ah suck it the fuck up Randy. Hurry up and get that shirt off bruh. Somebody find Adella.

He gets up from the desk and buttons up his suit. Guap begins to fade in.

Lyle Risky: Enjoy the rest of the show people...I know tonight bout to get real.

He winks and heads out of the ring leaving Randy who is seen taking off his shirt slowly. The scene fades backstage.

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Returning from commercial break a casual dressed Emilio Vialpando is seen with a pair of fitted jeans, jean jacket and white t-shirt is seen walking around backstage looking around as if he were searching for someone in particular. As the camera gets a good shot of him the fans being to cheer for the young man. Emilio smirks acknowledging his fans cheers, but it doesn't stop him from continuing his search. He continues to walk on and stops by a nearby crew member.

Emilio Vialpando: Aye boss...You seen some strange gringo walkin' around back here?

Crew Member: No, I actually just got here and---

Emilio holds up his hand and shakes his head.

Emilio Vialpando: Callate!

He walks away shaking his head.

Emilio Vialpando: Some help you are...Where this dude at man?

He turns a sharp turner and sees a set of vending machines with some other HKW Superstars just hanging around. He walks over to them and places his hand on the side of the nearest vending machine.

Emilio Vialpando: Aye, que pasa? Any of you seen some loco guy walking around here creepin'?

They all shake their heads as Emilio then lets out a sigh. He shakes his head and continues to walk on. As he turns yet another turner as he searches for this mystery man he then sees a small orange light flicker under a flight of steps. He walks towards it as smoke is seen coming from under them. As he gets closer he sees a man under the shade of the steps smoking a cigar...Joey Perello with a jean cut on.

Emilio Vialpando: Dos mio...just the bitch I was lookin for.

Emilio steps up to him and knocks the cigar out of Perello's hand before he could take another hit off of it.

Emilio Vialpando: No smoking in here...You should know better.

Perello glances down at the cigar before looking up and shooting Emilio a grin. Perello reaches into the inside pocket of his jean cut and pulls out another cigar, waving it in front of Emilio's face.

Joey Perello: Do you think I give a fuck, son? Do you know if I even work here or not?

Perello grins again. He slides the cigar back into his cut and daps his finger off of Emilio's chest.

Joey Perello: But that's... That's what you're trying to figure out, isn't it tough guy? I'm gonna let you off with a warning.. One last time.

Perello gets nose to nose with Emilio, grinding his teeth and not letting his cold blue eyes off the number one contender for the HKW championship.

Joey Perello: Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong... Final warning.

Emilio pushes Perello away from him.

Emilio Vialpando: And this is your last fucking warning. I don't know why in the fuck you are here in HKW. Nah I don't know if you signed some sort of contract but the fact of the matter is...I don't give a damn if you're under contract or not. You done messed with the wrong mufucka. So right after I take what's mine, whenever Cain ain't too much of a bitch to put that strap up...I'm comin' for your ass. So you either get from the fuck outta here and back to FGA...

Emilio steps in close to Perello.

Emilio Vialpando: Or me and you gon' have a problem, comprende?

Perello scratches his beard, giving Emilio a quick up and down.

Joey Perello: Look at you... Listen to how you speak... Look at how you dress... Look at this... Overgrown punk.

Perello gives him another up and down.

Joey Perello: I dealt with you types of KIDS before, son. Right now, you're staring at a man. A man who's seen things that would make a child like you wet the bed everyday for the rest of your life.

Perello backs up a bit, pulling back the cigar out of his cut.

Joey Perello: Don't worry about knocking me back to FGA... Right now... I'm here... In the school of Hard Knox.

Perello winks before sticking the cigar into his mouth.

Joey Perello: ..... Final warning.

Perello bumps his shoulder off of Emilio's before walking by him and lighting the cigar up as he walked away from view. Emilio surely annoyed with Perello and his words grunts and shakes his head.

Emilio Vialpando: That gringo got it comin' to em....

The scene begins to fade as Emilio walks out of frame.

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Just as the camera cuts back to ringside, we see Último Mago Enmascarado already in the ring. Hopping up and down in place, Último Mago Enmascarado patiently awaits for his opponent.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... From Tulancingo, Mexico... Último Mago Enmascarado!

He raises his arms in the air, barely receiving any ovation from the capacity crowd.

The intro to "The Angle" by The Core begins playing as Asher Daniels slowly makes his way onto the stage, looking around at the crowd very nervously. He takes a deep breath as the first verse begins playing, before he makes his way down to the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

He continues to look around at the fans as he walks down the isle, before he walks over to the steel steps and enters the ring. He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to a stage hand, then takes off his shirt and tosses it outside as he gets ready for the match at hand.

Match One
Debutante Match
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When the match got underway, Mago immediately went for a springboard crossbody, but Xavier caught him with a huge dropkick to the face. Xavier wasted little time pulling Mago back up to his feet before wrapping up Mago up in a headlock and driving him down, executing a headlock driver. Xavier danced a little jig, much to the Philadelphia crowds delight, and finished Mago quickly and decisively with the "Star Kick" for the three.

Winner: Xavier Asher Daniels via pinfall (3:21)

"The Angle" by The Core hits the PA system as Xavier is ecstatic over his victory. Referee Robinson raises Xavier's arm high in the air while the Philadelphia crowd gives him a warm ovation.

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It's dark, very dark where we're right now. The only light source being from the camera's. After all it's the only way they'd be able to record in such stupid conditions. Where ever they're though it's not somewhere any sane person would want to be. It looks like some crap horror movie right now as the cameras come to a stop. They see a very dull light hanging from the ceiling and they can just make out the outline of a person. This was obviously who they were here to see as they wearily approach.

D-Evil: I've been expecting you.

From the voice it becomes clear to who it is. It's D-Evil, the man people say they don't fear but really they do.

D-Evil: Twitter... A place where people like to say things that aren't true. They like to act big and talk big too. Well guess what fools? I know you're all scared of me, just that hiding behind a Twitter account you act tough. See I don't need to act tough because in actual fact I am tough. I'm a man who doesn't care about winning or losing. All I care about is causing pain where ever I go. Yeah I'm a monster but what makes me worse is the fact I like to mess with people. Look at Prince MacRear for instance, a man many see as weak. Yet I saw a tough guy underneath that bitchy outside.

Laughter echoes throughout where ever they're.

D-Evil: MacRear is just a mere toy to me, someone I can use as a puppet and have fun at the expense of. It'll be easy to manipulate him and get him to do as I want. I don't care if we win these Tag Titles or not. If we do though it'll definitely be because of me, MacRear would only be there to carry the other Tag Title. Anyway enough about my tag partner and on to who we will be up against. I'm not bothered by any of my opponents. Then again I'm not bothered by anyone here in HKW. I'm here to do my job at causing pain. Plus whilst doing so I'm going to have fun along the way too.

All that can be heard is him cracking his neck and knuckles.

D-Evil: I don't care who I hurt, whether it be Felicity and Ashley Sullivan or Tyrus Mays and Ethan Matthews or even Two and Demento. It's one of them teams that are getting hurt, hell it might be all of them if all goes well. MacRear is safe for now, just as long as he doesn't get in my way. Anyway enough of the talking, you camera people get the hell out of my basement while you still can!

Once more laughter can be heard echoing around what we now know to be the basement. The camera people don't hang around as they make a quick exit.

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Backstage in the Co-GM's office we only see the HP laptop sitting on the desk of one Brandon Banks. On the screen is non-other than the Co-Gm himself, scarfing down a Slim Jim and washing it down with a bottle of Sprite.

BB (via Skype): MY OTHAA IN THE OTHER ROOM. FUCKIN' UP SHEETS. SHE TOLD ME BOY DON'T GRAB MY HAIR CAUSE YOU FUCKIN' UP MY WEAVEEE.

Banks continues his singing until he takes another sip of his drink.

BB (via Skype): Feelin' better though. Could finally eat with the shit stayin' down. We good. Heather gon' get that ass busted at Disclosure, bruh.

He looks around beneath him, searching for some Slim Jims. He turns his head and starts yelling.

BB (via Skype): I think we have a problem.

Banks leaves the desktop screen just as the door to the office swings open. We could still hear Banks yelling.

BB (via Skype): I need Slim Jims! Them things like my nutrition bars yo.

A softer, more pleasant voice is heard saying "Then you'll complain about heartburn."

BB (via Skype): So what?! I got pills for that.

He grunts and takes a seat back in his work station, showing Banks' face on the desktop. Walking into the room was a very lost female who was looking and hoping for someone to be inside the room where the lone computer was sitting. After creeping in slowly she rested her belongings on the seat and then ran her fingers through her hair.

Kayla: Hello!? Umm.. Hi, I'm Kayla Maivia, I heard voices outside and I'm not sure if this places is haunted or not but I am here to sign my contract!?

Kayla said as she slowly walked towards the laptop hoping that there was someone on the screen instead of seeing that this place was 'haunted'. Breathing a sigh of relief as she saw the face of the Co-General Manager she cleared her throat to get his attention due to him wolfing down another Slim Jim.

Kayla: Ummm.. Hello? Sir?

She said softly as she tapped the camera part of the laptop hoping that would get his attention then.

BB (via Skype): Ayeee. Yeah, you're here for...

He swallows down the rest of the remaining Slim Jim.

BB (via Skype): Mama always said never talk with your mouth full.

He grabs his bottle of Sprite as he points for Kayla to take a seat right in front of the desk.

BB (via Skype): Sit down, chick. Get comfy. Kick your shoes off if you want. There's some candy right on the desk there. One handful only though!

He starts scurrying through the paperwork at his workstation.Kayla looks over to the candy and pushes it away gently. Walking back over to the other seat where her belongs were at, she gathered them and placed the folder in front of her. Crossing her legs, she watched as he was getting himself together..

Kayla: Umm, I apologize for earlier. I mean.. out of respect, I should give you a little information about me, seeing we are literally talking now. I'm Kayla Callahan-Maivia. I was raised in a military home. I am a business owner and a dance teacher. I have two thriving dance school. I love wrestling and can go toe to toe with the best of them. I've been wrestling in gyms and crap for the last two years. I want this more than anything else.. plus, I heard some of the best names were here.

She said as she let a faint smirk appear on features as a sign of confidence. Moving what little hair she had in her face as she was trying to read more into the male who was on this computer screen.

Kayla: I also respect the fact that you were raised with manners. Some people nowadays are just rude for rude sakes when it is associated with 'power' and whatnot.

Kayla expressed with a smile on her face before changing the tone of the conversation

Kayla: So, how does this work? I assume you usually do not meet your new recruits in such a manner as this unless something personal is hindering you. I apologize if I hit a nerve though. I have an issue with holding my tongue.

A soft chuckle was heard.

BB (via Skype): Yeah. Usually I'm there, but the doctors told me to take it easy for a little while. Shit, I usually don't handle these things. There's just so much shit goin' on right now that I feel the need to start doin' more.

He glances up at Kayla with a small smirk before flipping through the papers again.

BB (via Skype): Here it is!

Banks pulls out a thick pack of papers.

BB (via Skype): Kayla Callahan-Maivia... right?

She nods her head as Banks continues to stare down at the packet of papers in front of him.

BB (via Skype): You married?

Realizing how that sounded, Banks quickly glances up.

BB (via Skype): I'm only askin' because of the two last names. Don't be gettin' no ideas, miss!

He lifts his left hand up and shows off the ring on his wedding finger.

BB (via Skype): I'm a happily married man. I'm sorry. I know you're disappointed. Besides... yeah. You ain't at her level.

Raising her brow, Kayla rolled her eyes and a noticeable smirk appeared on her features now. Contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to mess with your 'employer' or not was the last thing on her mind. She saw his statement one that she could use to her advantage to formulate a statement of her own.

Kayla: Married, No.. unfortunately. I was supposed to have been though, my boyfriend from college until he cheated on me with my best friend. Broke his arm using the 'Kimura' and then bashed the females face in with a budweiser bottle. I was an angry little thing a couple years ago. Pleaded for mercy and the judge granted it to me. Almost had attempted murder added to my charges. Good kid, great grades, no prior incidents with the law. That type of thing. So relationships are not my cup of tea really..

Showing him her left hand with the absence of a ring. She lowered it and then shook her head chuckling.

Kayla: I have not and will not think of any ideas in regards to you Mr. Banks. I am not disappointed either, sorry to burst your 'ego' if you will. I was recently adopted by a family who last name is Maivia. Out of respect, I hyphenated it. To me, actions sometimes speak louder than the words thrown out by a mindless fool who is only seeking attention, wouldn't you agree Mr. Banks?

She asked him before holding her hand up

Kayla: Before you answer, I did bring a resume' in case you need it. I am all about business. No more and no less. I'd be glad to show you that next week, by the way.

Brandon scratches the back of head, taking in everything Kayla was saying to him. He looks a bit 'flustered' as he lets out a relieving breath.

BB (via Skype): Swear... WNBA must be gettin' mad cause all the women in this business these days are le---

He shakes his head, not wanting to go there.

BB (via Skype): Nah, I got a copy of your resume right here...

He looks down at all the paperwork on his workstation and his lap. He mumbles some curse words under his breath before grabbing a hold of it all and tossing it in the air.

BB (via Skype): Somewhere in there...

Banks shakes his head, not used to dealing with all the things that come with being a GM.

BB (via Skype): I'ma break it down for you real quick and real simple, Kay-Low. Aitch Kay Dub? I look at this place as the land of opportunity. You came in here all prepared and shit...

He glances down at all the folders, files, and random paperwork spread all across him. A piece of paper just landed on his head, actually.

BB (via Skype): So I know you serious bout breakin' into this bidness. I ain't really the type to look through your background.. I ain't the type to give a rats ass about your accolades... All I wanna know is if you could go.

He shrugs his shoulders, pushing away a piece of his hair from his forehead.

BB (via Skype): Once I see you could go, you'll get a contract from Angel... But first, you gon' need a tryout match... And that's what I'm about to give you right now.

He rubs his chin, deep in thought.

BB (via Skype): How bout this... Defiance V... Kay-Low Cally-Maivia and Jackson Strong. You win? You got yourself a developmental deal with HKW. Sound good?

Allowing his words to sink in she nods her head in agreement. She removed her folders and stuff from in front of her and leaned in slightly

Kayla: You want to know if I could go? Mr. Banks, I can go tonight if you wanted me to. I am not afraid of anyone or thing. Intimidation doesn't work with either, you may want to let Mr. Strong, in name only.. know that. I've been proving myself all my life, this is no different. I figured you wouldn't care about anything but this right here. Hard Knox Wrestling. I respect that. Consider this my resume then. I don't care who I have to fight, I'll knock them down. Yeah, just words at this very moment.. but soon they will come to pass. Every person here has the dream of becoming HKW World Champion but will never have the resolve to do it. Might want to let the champ know I am coming for him, very shortly.

Tapping the desk rhythmically, her tone was more serious and her posture resembled it as well.

Kayla: Sounds fine to me. I'll accept this little warm up with Mr. Strong and go about my business from there. I've always hated the build up or anything, Id rather go out and make it happen. I appreciate the chance Mr. Banks. I hope you will be watching very closely.

Kayla said with a smirk and a wink as she stood up, fixed herself and grabbed her things..

Kayla: I assume this little conversation is over yes? I'll be here for Defiance V then.

She said as she walked from in front of the webcam. Brandon gives her a thumbs up before standing up himself.

BB (via Skype): Dontchu worry. I'm always watchin', Kay-Low.

He ducks down just enough for his face to be visible.

BB (via Skype): Always.

And just like that, Banks cuts out the Skype call, and the desktop goes back to showing the Elvis the dog.

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The camera fades into a newly face in the hallway. A curly Q headed 18-year-old kid, with a wrestling bag in his hand. He looks nervous, and confused. He looks up at the doors to see which locker rooms he was suppose to go in. He looked at one of the signs that said SUPERSTARS, and immediately began to open the door. He walked in, and his eyes dropped to see someone already in here getting ready.

Zakk Lewis: S-Sorry, I didn't see you there.

Zakk then walked over quickly, and dropped his wrestling bag on a bench. He didn't even know the girl. The camera didn't even show who it was. The camera pans over to see the familiar face of Felicity. The crowd is heard giving her a rather large ovation as she slips on one of her elbow pads.

Felicity: Yeah... Don't really think you want to be in this locker room.

She walks up toward Zakk and looks over at the already open door.

Felicity: There's supposed to be a "Woman's" sign up there.

She grunt, turning her head and mumbling a familiar name.

Felicity: .... That damn Risky.

Zakk gulped. He looked over at the pretty superstar. Not even sure what to say. He knew who Lyle Risky was. Even though he was a bit weird.

Zakk Lewis: Y-Yeah, he's a bit strange really... I'm not even sure why he braids his hair.. Is he a wigger or something?

Zakk then realized she mentioned this was suppose to be a Woman's locker room. He then grabbed his bag.

Zakk Lewis: Where's the men's locker room then?

Felicity points her finger directly across the hallway at the door that reads "Men's" at the very top. She chuckles seeing Zakk cheeks turn red.

Felicity: Starting to think you knew exactly what you were trying to do.

She turns head head and tosses her arms out to the side.

Felicity: I don't know who you were tryin' to keep a peep on young man, but it's only me here.

Felicity bites down on her lip, glancing up at the ceiling.

Felicity: I wonder where Ash is...

Zakk then raises an eyebrow at her, but then minds his own business. He hears her talk about a person named 'Ash'. He mumbles something under his breath.

Zakk Lewis: Out catching Pokemon.

As Zakk goes to walk out the door. He goes in a haste, and trips over a chair. Causing his bag to open, and stuff sprawl all out. Zakk then looks over. He is embarrassed as hell. He clinches his fist. He hopes the girl isn't laughing at him. That would just make his first day even worse.

Felicity: I really hope you're not wrestling tonight.

Felicity giggles before giving Zakk a wave and shutting the woman's locker room door. Zakk gets up. And the camera just shows the back of his head. He flares his arms up.

Zakk Lewis: I LOVE BAD BITCHES, THAT'S MY FUCKING PROBLEM!

The camera fades.

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"Hurdy Gurdy Man" by Donovan plays over the PA system as sallow-skinned tweakers roll out the red carpet for the arrival of their dealer hero Scott Lost. One tweaker frantically sets up a smoke machine that coughs fog harder than smoker's morning breath. Scott Lost appears at the entrance way, from behind the black curtain, and hands baggies out to the tweakers. Their eyes light up like a six year old on Christmas morning before the inevitable crushing disappointment, and they scamper off into the night.

Scott adjusts his Members Only jacket and starts his walk to the ring, full of unearned swagger.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Mindon, Ontario, Canada, standing at six-foot-two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, Scott. Lost!

He walks up the steel steps and into the ring, raising his arms and soaking up the imaginary appreciation lauded to him by non-existant fans. He then leans into his corner and awaits the opening bell.

Mandy music hits pink lights start flashing as she walks out on the stage.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: MANDY!

She doesn't smile she just strikes a pose in the center of the stage before skipping down the ramp. She does a complete circle around the ring skipping before she goes underneath the bottom rope to get into the ring. Once in the ring mandy stands on the bottom rope and leans over it blowing a kiss to the crowd. She then waits in the center of the ring for whoever she is facing.

Match Two
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The match begins with with Lost getting the upperhand of the smaller Mandy as he ferociously irish whips her into her own corner turnbuckle. He steps back looking at her rubbing his hands. He laughs a little and charges for her and right before he gets to her he turns smashing her body into the turnbuckle. Stepping away Mandy falls to her knees holding her stomach while Scott watches her laughing. He crouches down grabbing her by the hair and slaps her in the face more than twice. He picks her up and hits a snap ddt and quickly goes for the pin.

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Mandy kicks out at two and attempts to roll out of the ring. Scott doesn't let her go that easy as he drags her to the center of the ring. He picks her up setting up for a vertical suplex but Mandy trying to pick up some offence reverses and some how hits a tornado ddt. She holds her stomach still feeling the affects from being crushed earlier. She waits for Lost to get up as she hits a heel kick. He falls to his knees and she hits a snap ddt of her own. She is now the one laughing as she stands over him and blows him a kiss. After taunting him she mounts on top of him beginning to throw wild punches. The ref warns her to stop after pulling her away from Lost. Scott holding his face begins to get up but is met with a missile dropkick sending him him into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes Mandy hops off the second rope hitting a diving hurricarana for the pin.

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Lost kicks out of the pin pushing Mandy off of her. Mandy looks back annoyed and confused on to why she has yet to figure out how to put away the big man. Lost begins to get up to his feet as Mandy in rage attempts to go for the Cupcake Crusher but Lost denies her as he hits the Reckoner. Mandy holds her back crying out in pain. Scott walks over to her and wraps his massive hands around her neck choking her until the refs pushes him off.

Lost laughs looking at the ref and goes in for a kick in Mandy's gut. He flips her over onto her back and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Scott licks his lips as he looks down at Mandy. He chuckles a little as he looks and sees the fear in the faces of the crowd. Finally after a whole two minutes of toying with the crowd he leaps off the top rope and hits a successful High And Dry.

1...2.......3!!!!


Winner: Scott Lost via pinfall (7:47)

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We cut to the backstage area where we see Tanner Sands pacing back and forth, looking as if he's ready to faint and/or vomit. He begins to bite his nails as we can see sweat dripping down his face already, going down his HKW t-shirt. He is already dressed and ready to go for his match against Mike Myers. Suddenly, Tanner stops in his tracks and looks in front of him before a smile appears on his face.

Tanner Sands: Hey, bro. You ready to fuck shit up tonight?

The voice that responds seems to be fake, it sounding very deep. As for who he's looking at...we can't really see.

Voice: Indeed I am.

Tanner Sands: Dude, I'm just glad I don't got to bring a chainsaw to the fucking match.

The scene slowly fades out.

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Backstage we see an excited Prince MacRear standing alongside his manager Alexa Strange. HKW interviewer Selena King hops into the view with microphone in hand, walking directly to MacRear and Alexa.

Selena King: Prince! Can I get a word with you?!

Selena is extra excited as she waits for Prince to reply. Instead, Alexa gently pushes Prince out of the way and gets in Selena's face.

Alexa Strange: Why you looking at my man? If you got something to say you can say it to me and I will let him know honey.

Selena backs away a bit. Prince wraps his arm around Alexa and leans in toward Selena to talk into the microphone.

Prince MacRear: Don'tcha just love her!

MacRear giggles and kisses Alexa on the cheek. He takes him his arm off from around her shoulder and pulls the microphone Selena's holding to his chin.

Prince MacRear: I know what the world wants to know, baybay. I check my Twitter feed all the time... I'm ALWAYS on Facebook. Heck, I even have a tumblr.

He looks toward the camera.

Prince MacRear: By the way, follow my blog please?! The links below!

He grins and points toward the corner of the screen as a little tumblr icon pops up reading @PrinceofBooty_.

Prince MacRear: As far as tonight goes...

Alexa tugs down on MacRear's bedazzled jean jacket coat as Defiance III's mystery man Joey Perello walks passed Alexa and bumps shoulder to shoulder with MacRear, sending the extravagant one flying into the wall.

Prince MacRear: Hey! Who do you think you are?!

Perello continues his steady pace, ignoring MacRear. This angers the self proclaimed "Prince of Booty" as he runs toward Perello and rips him around.

Prince MacRear: I was talking to you! You can't just ----

WHACK! Perello right hands MacRear in the face sending him into the hallway wall. Perello grabs a hold of MacRear's head and tosses him head first into the wall one more time. Alexa Strange is heard screaming in the background until Perello gazes at her with a cold stare. Perello looks back down at a downed MacRear, but lifts him back to his feet. He pushes him against the wall and grabs a hold of his hair with one hand and throat with the other.

Joey Perello: You motherfuckers around here better learn.

He pulls MacRear's head forward and smashes it back against the wall!

Joey Perello: And you better learn fast..

He smashes MacRear's head off the wall one more before letting his body slide down. Perello actually smirks before he glances over at Alexa and gives her a wink.

Joey Perello: Boss wants to see you..

Perello adjusts his denim cut with the initials "RIP" on the back before exiting the frame. Alexa and Selena both rush up to MacRear and call for help until the show cuts to commercial.

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The audience remains quiet as Jackson Strong makes his way through the curtains and heads straight down the ramp, not paying attention to a single person.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 195 pounds, JACKSON STRONG!

He climbs the steel steps quickly right before entering the ring and heading over to his corner, stretching and punching the top turnbuckle.

"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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent... From Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the "One Hit Wonder" WESTLEYYY MCFAAADDDEENNN!

On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start.

Match Three
Singles Match
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Westley McFadden was understandably upset after his last two losses, so when once the bell rang, McFadden wasted no time taking him to task. It was almost as if McFadden was a man possessed for this one, never letting him on his attack. At one point, McFadden hit three German Suplex on Strong in unison but refused to pin him. McFadden continues bring out move after move from his arsenal until he finally finished Strong off with the High Roller, making Jackson tap out.

McFadden's win reestablished him on the fast track, while Jackson's third match in HKW was less than promising.


Winner: Westley McFadden via submission(7:48)

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The camera zooms in to see one lone 'Rebel' Gwen Massey bouncing a ball off the side of the building. Dressed in her casual clothing. She stops bouncing it when she notices the camera and smiled at it, welcoming it to her.. with all intentions on speaking anyways.

Gwen: In this high paced game of life, we are force to make certain decisions that most of us would NEVER make. I had to choose between my overall happiness or the happiness of those who want to see me fail. It is very obvious to see which one I chose. Words, those things that we use and throw around so easily and get upset when someone throws them our way like ninja stars. All intent to hurt those invisible feelings that you quote unquote wear on your shoulder.

This week, I am supposed to be going to my routine 'anger management' with Gia Van Zant but I don't see that happening, anymore. I'll accept whatever punishment they think up next. I hate to say it. The more and more I think about it. I might hate Gia but I cannot afford to let something like that ruin my chances in HKW. She steps out of line, I will put her back in place forcefully. She jumps like she wants to do something, then I'll do something. Drama, that's what mainly everyone is looking for. She almost ended my ass last week if it were for knowing her knee was still damaged from our fight from Defiance three.. I might not even be here.

Gwen shakes her head knowing that if it weren't for that and then some

Gwen: A pairing that will go down in history? Maybe? When we win this week.. could a future partnership be in our future? Occasional beating the shit out of one another? The works? I am no future teller but anything could happen on a drop of a dime at Defiance. I will continue to be the 'rebel'and fight my way until that promised day comes when it is HKW World Championship title match time and I hear the refs hand comes down for the third time. Until that days comes, I will fight.. and fight.. and fight all I must in order to get there.

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Gwen: Who is Gwen Massey? She's that female who draws the line on the ground and tells you to come get some if you really want some! No backing down. No intimidation. No words. Defiance four will show everyone this.

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Walking down the hallway of the Dynasty Spectrum is one Gambino. He has Selena King walking by his side with his arm wrapped around the HKW interviewer.

Gambino: So, ey... Me and Ty been thinkin'...

He looks over and shoots her a wink.

Gambino: You need to break outcha shell, girl, you know? You walkin' around back here all shy and shit, always afraid of bein' fired. That ain't no way to live babygirl.

They stop their pace as Gambino gently turns Selena around to look directly at him.

Gambino: I'm just sayin'.... Nah, me and Ty been sayin'... We think you need a little Gambino and Tyleeno in ya life, ya feel me?

Selena blushes as she turns her head to the side. Her eyes widen as she sees a rather large figure walking toward her.

Selena King: Umm, Jayden.

Gambino: Gambino.

Gambino notices Selena's attention elsewhere, turning his head to see his client Tank standing right next to them with the infamous #TankSmirk.

Gambino: Oh, Tank! What's good ma G.

Gambino lets go of Selena's shoulders and shoo's her away.

Gambino: Ma fault, family. That was bidness. You know how it goes.

Gambino adjusts his jean jacket vest, fixing his snapback as he glances back over at Tank.

Tank: Tank isn't happy about having to wear a damn evening gown. It's as if the stupid fans are making a mockery of Tank.

Tank is clearly annoyed by this and the fact that the fans he relied on where the reason for this match.

Tank: Beeno, fuck the fans. They wanna make a mockery of Tank, Tank gonna go out there and make a mockery of Kasey. Tank is so angry right now that when Tank gets in that ring, all Tank's gonna be thinking of is DESTRUCTION!

Gambino's eyes widen as he watches Tank bang his fist against the wall. Gambino hops on Tank's back in attempt to calm the mastodon down, but it's no use. Tank accidently flings Gambino off of his back, almost sending him through a table. Gambino takes a deep breath and lets it out before shooting Tank the middle finger.

Gambino: Man, Tank! The fux wrong witchu, breh?! You needa keep dat damn anger under control!

Gambino fixes himself up, brushing off his shoulders and turning his hat around.

Gambino: Look... I know you mad 'bout havin' ta wear that evening gown. But ey. You never know, breh. The ladies out there might love it!

#TankShrug

Tank: Fuck the ladies. Tank gonna strangle Kasey with that evening gown. Bitches be straight up mad cause Tank has a better ass than them. Beeno thinks Tank is angry now what until Tank gets in that ring with Kasey.

Tank now cracks his knuckles as he looks at the hand he punched the wall with seeing it all scratched up and shit.

#TankSmirk

Tank: Tank swears that if Kasey wins this match after the match has ended Tank won't hesitate to kick Kasey's head off Kasey's shoulders. Kasey is a dirty little cretin who Tank is gonna stomp all over!

#BeenoSmirk

Gambino: Aight then. Legggggo!

Gambino pats Tank on the back as the two make their way down the hallway.

Gambino: Ey, hold up big man. I ain't helpin' you get that evening gown on, breh. That's all you.

Tank: Eww! Tank can do that alone Beeno.

#TankLaugh

Tank disappears into his locker room alone as Gambino heads off alone down the hallway.

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Jolee's music hits as she comes out to the ramp. She has a small smile along her glossy lips. She strikes a pose on the stage before skipping down the ramp. She stops at the ring before stretching out both of her legs onto the apron and sliding into the ring. She waves to the crowd and locks eyes with her partner.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Queens, New York. JOLEEEEEE!!

'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. 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.

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

Match Four
Singles Match
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The match started out with Ashby getting the upperhand. She started out quickly, ducking underneath a lariat attempt by a charging Jolee, reaching back and yanking her down with a neckbreaker. She then got up and locked on a chokehold. Jolee managed to fight her way back to her feet, driving sharp elbows into Ashby's midsection to create distance an then connecting with a single leg dropkick. Jolee then went for a hurricanranna but Ashby reversed it into a powerbomb and went for a pin. Jolee kicked out at two. Ashby got her back to her feet and whipped Jolee into the ropes, Jolee rebounded with a head scissors takedown.

Both sprung to their feet and Jolee took a charging Ashby down with an arm drag. Jolee charged looking to connect with a wheelbarrow bulldog, but Ashby countered, instead forcing Ashby back down into a sit out facebuster. Ashby got to her feet and waited for Jolee to get up and then tried to connect with a GTS. Jolee managed to wiggle free and delivered a boot to Ashby's midsection. She then hit her with a ddt.

As a hurt Ashby eventually pushed into a kneeling position, Jolee surged forward and connected with her "My World" Shining Wizard. She then went for the pin and picked up the victory.


Winner: Jolee via pinfall. (8:11)

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The camera cut to a darkened stairwell somewhere inside of the arena, where someone is sitting on the stairs, his head down and his hair covering most of his face. The person, with his head still down, begins speaking.

???: It seems everyone has an agenda these days...

The person reveals himself to be Kai, his face painted in the Crow-Esque design as his haunting, jade-green eyes stared piercingly into the camera.

Kai: ....Or at least, that's what they are trying to sell to the masses. That they have some higher purpose, some greater plan. When in the end, more often than not, it's nothing more than self serving propaganda that will never come to fruition.

Kai's eyes glinted with something akin to disgust, before they returned to normal as he continued speaking.

Kai: You see, some wish that I could tell you that I am half as devious as those people are, that I'm exactly as they are and have some sort or ulterior motive. But I don't. I've made my aim perfectly clear from the start on just what it is I want in my time here: To run through every single member of The HKW Roster...and become The World Heavyweight Champion. I've played the role of The Starving Artist for so long....so very long, putting aside any desire to become Champion for the sole purpose of honing my craft. So, for nearly Seven Long years I've had to watch as wrestler after wrestler that I've beaten, that I've surpassed, went on to win titles they shouldn't have been anywhere close to holding. Not because they were better. Not because they deserve it, but only because I turned it away for the sake putting my want to learn over the desire to be champion....But I'll do no such thing here. Whether it be Cain Morgan, Darwin Ridley, or some unlucky soul who happens to be holding the title when I decide to chase, One thing is certain.

Kai leans closer to the camera.

Kai: I will become The HKW World Heavyweight Champion....but for now, I'll put those thoughts in the back of my mind. There are more pressing matters that require my attention.

His lip curled into a sneer, before he resumed speaking.

Kai: Ridley....you've been nothing more than a thorn in my side since the very first night that I stepped into an HKW Ring. I have no earthly desire to have anything to do with you beyond handing you a fate worse than death. But tonight, it seems I have very little say in the matter. You and I will be forced to team together, and while every single synapse in my body begs me to do away with you, I'm not a fool. Tonight...and ONLY tonight, you'll get your wish to have me as your ally rather than your enemy. So with that in mind I want you to prepare yourself as best you can, because when this match is all said and done, it will not be a night that you will forget anytime soon.

Kai stared at the camera for a few moments, before once again lowering his head as it cut back to the ring.

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We catch back up with Felicity already inside the Co-GM office. She waits anxiously for Brandon to ring in, biting down on her fingernails and clutching at her chest.

Felicity: Woo. Anxiety out the motherfucker.

BB (via Skype): Aye! Watch your mouth. You know mom taught us better than that.

Felicity jumped hearing her brothers voice unexpectedly. She turned her head toward the laptop, glancing over at her older brother.

Felicity: Brandon... I need help. I'm going insane in my head right now. Like...

She squeals, pulling down on the back of her hair.

Felicity: I don't know what I'm gonna do! I'm losing it!

Brandon looks to have his attention elsewhere as we see him toss a purple dog toy down the hall before turning his attention to the computer.

BB (via Skype): You need to calm your ass down, Fel. You ain't got shit to worry about! I mean, fuck... Perello beat the breaks out of MacRear. He's out the match. Y'all already know D-Evil gonna be the first one eliminated out the jawn, so that one team down.

Before he can get another word, Brandon's surprised by his dog Elvis hops onto his lap.

BB (via Skype): Damn dog been up my ass all day. Swear they know when somethin' wrong.

Felicity: Something's wrong?

Brandon glances up at the camera, not even realizing what he just said.

BB (via Skype): Oh, nah. Everything's a-o-kay. But back to the subject... You and Ash, yo? Y'all better than the rest of them teams. I know I ain't supposed to say that, but fuck do I care for? Demento and Two are your biggest threat. They, like you and Ash, are a real team. Mays and Matthews?

He laughs.

BB (via Skype): They tough, but I bet money they can't work together. It's an ego thing. They want individual success, not success as a team.

Banks scratches his dogs head before pushing him off his lap.

BB (via Skype): Stop worryin' Fel, yo. You're my damn sister yo. You're bound for success, man. And that lil' Ash girl can go too. You'll be fine.

Felicity rolls her eyes.

Felicity: It's horrible that you give better pep talks to random people than you do your own sister.

BB (via Skype): It's cause you don't need no damn pep talk. Shit, I just ran all your opponents down for you. Go cut a promo or something productive. Stop botherin' me.

Felicity smiles as her brother gives her a wink.

BB (via Skype): You got this, Fel... Self-made tour? It starts... tonight.

Banks goes to end the call, but Felicity stops him before he could.

Felicity: Wait! You're not going to wish me good luck?

BB (via Skype): .........

He squints.

BB (via Skype): Bye sissyface.

She waves toward the camera as Brandon shuts his laptop off, cutting the feed.

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The cameras cut backstage to the back of a woman in a white dress, who is in mid spin, the dress flowing, as she gracefully turns around to smile at the camera. If the dark red hair didn't give it away enough, the woman is Kasey Fontaine. She motions to the dress.

Kasey Fontaine: Do you like it? I think its absolutely gorgeous. I just saw it in a shop window and thought, "this dress is perfect to wear while hitting Tank in his stupid face."

Kasey gives a cheeky grin before winking at the camera.

Kasey Fontaine: Speaking of, I am absolutely giddy in anticipation to see how pretty you look Tanky-poo, you are probably gonna end up looking prettier than me. But you know what will make me feel better? Not only will I knock your stupid ignorant, sexist arse out in front of the entire world, but I get to do it while you are wearing a dress. Its like lady luck came down and gave me a kiss and asked me to take her home.

You see Tank, before this whole Twitter thing, I had no problem with you darlin', none at all. But you couldn't just stick to harmless banter, you had to bring up THE most unoriginal thing that I'm sure every female wrestler has heard from a man at least once during their career: The fact that we are insuperior, because we are women. That we are in a man's world, that your size is an advantage I can't overcome. However that backfired on you now didn't it? You got ganked and verbally torn apart by several respected women in this business, and you backpedalled, said it was "a joke". There is only one joke here Tank, and its the person I'm facing tonight.

This is actually proof to my next point Tank: You are a fucking fake. You pretend to be this bad arse, this take no nonsense destroyer who doesn't care about anyone. But come on now Tank, who you are trying to kid? I watched your old PDW matches, and promos, and I would have put hashtag TankCry after every single thing you said, but it would become redundant after the first sentence. You are an insecure little bitch who couldn't take the heat of PDW so you came "down" to HKW, hoping to get some cheap wins from some rookies, hoping to appease your pathetic little ego. News Flash Tank, the only thing that does it make you look like a baby boy bitch. Then again the look suits you, so that's a positive I suppose.

Thinking I am some helpless rookie that you can take apart is the WORST mistake you will ever make Tank, and I'm going to enjoy the look on your face the moment before I put you into the ground.

The camera zooms out to show her in her entirety, her beat up black leather boots sticking out of the bottom of her dress.

Kasey Fontaine: I may be dressed like a lady tonight Tank, but make no mistake, once that bell rings, you WILL be dealing with Ms. Toxic, and you are not ready for her. For me. I am toxic to the people who get into the ring with me darlin', and The Infection is the last thing you are going to feel before I put your lights out. I'll see you out there.

Kasey gives one more wink to the camera before walking out of shot. The cameras cut away.

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The arena goes dark and multi-coloured strobe lights shine through the arena as "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm plays through the speakers. Kasey seen wearing a purple evening gown walks through the curtain onto the stage to the cheers of the fans.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: This is a Fan's Choice....EVENING GOWN MATCH!!!! On her way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 170 pounds... "Ms Toxic" Kasey Fontaine!

She walks to the ring in time with the music, extending her hands to the fans along the way. She walks up the steps and enters the ring, mounting the turnbuckle and raising his right ist in the air, causing more cheers to erupt from the crowd. Her theme fades out as she drops back to the mat.

"Final Prayer" by Hatebreed plays over the sound system, with a few shots of pyro flying into the air. Tank comes out onto the top of the entrance ramp, holding a subway sandwich in one hand and bottle of water in the other hand, wearing a red evening gown and ring boots.


#TankSmirk

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 300lbs... TANK.

"Destruction - in its purest form
No limit to the vicious damage done
Corruption - injustice with no remorse
Heinous disregard, our future's uncertain"


Tank methodically walks down the entrance ramp, taking three bites out of his foot-long before it's gone. He then takes a drink from the bottle of water before pounding it down, and then yelps out a battle cry.

#TANKSMASH!

"But as life comes from the earth
It must return to the ash
Cleanse ourselves of those vile traits
And crawl back from annihilation
Worthless
We shatter lives
Ruthless
We decimate the earth"


He snaps out of his zone, and becomes focused on the task at hand, slamming down at the ring steps before walking up them. He walks midway across and looks at the crowd, pounding his chest over and over again.

"Final prayer
Final Prayer for the human race, we know our time is running out
Millions of people will suffer and die; by the hands of those in power
Final prayer
Final prayer for the human race
You must bow to your knees and repent for the human race"


He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner.

"Awakened
To the blood stained face
For a world that can not be changed
Forever reminded
Of a nightmare that is every passing day"


Tank then stretches out as he prepares for the match.

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As the bell rings Kasey is seen laughing at Tank who is seen a bit large for his evening gown. Fans also join in on the laugh as Gambin ring shoving his face into the palm of his hand trying to keep himself from laughing. Tank looks around and simply...

#TankShrug

He then charges for Kasey hitting an unbelievable clothesline from hell. After sending Kasey down to the mat Tank looks down at Kasey and smirks. He then drives an Elbow right into her throat. He then hits a couple of more. Picking her up he sets her up for a stalling suplex. Instead of sending her onto her back like a normal suplex Tanks throws her down on her front torso with such force. He looks around and straights up his evening gown before going for the pin being sure not to show off any goodies under it.

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Kasey then gets open walking around in her gown. A couple male fans whistle at her. She pays them no mind as she focuses on Tank getting up. and goes for the Redline. Tank ducks and hits a Full Nelson Suplex!!!!! Tank then rushes in to hook a full nelson. As he lifts his right leg up he hears a whistle from a female fan. Tank smirks as he looks back to her and sees that...it's actually a male that looks like a female. Gambino laughs even harder now as he points and laughs.

Tank stands up pulling down the gown, angry now. Kasey acts fast and scoops up Tank as the gown falls showing Tank's pink thong underneath for the pin.

1.....2............3!!!!!!


Winner: Kasey Fountaine via pinfall (10:57)


Just as the match ends, referee Robinson goes to raise the arm of Kasey Fontaine, but Tank quickly attacks her with a body avalanche from behind. He lifts her up and slams her back to the mat his patent #TankSmash! Gambino slides into the ring, pointing and laughing in both Tank and Kasey's direction. Tank storms out of the ring but Gambino stays in the ring and starts tossing twenty dollar bills onto Kasey. He ducks down, lifts up the evening gown and gives her a tap on the booty before exiting the ring.

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Wrapping the tape around her hands, Gwen hums a melody trying to get into the zone for her weirdest tag team match she has ever been in. Lacing her boots up, her humming was cut short at an unexpected knock at the door.

Gwen: Come In! It's unlocked!

The door swings open a tad bit, and in pops the head of PDW Superstar Cordelia Stevenson. Seeing that it's alright to enter, she nudges the door open a bit more, before entering on her crutches.

Cordelia Stevenson: Hey you! Just wanted to stop in and see how you were doing before your match and all. You ready to go?

Gwen smiles as she helped Cordy sit down and she nodded her head

Gwen: Yeah, I am as prepared as I am going to be. I've never tagged with Gia nor had intentions on doing so. Four persons in a ring who have a dislike for one another. I wouldn't be surprised if we all didn't make it out. Mindset wise, I'm good.. no nerves at all

She said as she patted her shoulder and wrapped her hair into a ponytail Cordy studied her for a second, gazing into her eyes and trying to read her. Cordy knew that it was easy for the mouth to say one thing and the body to say another. After a second she smiled and nodded.

Cordelia Stevenson: That's good chica. It's going to be tough, but you'll pull through. Just keep that temper in check.

Cordy lowers her head and gives Gwen a knowing look, while raising an eyebrow.

Cordelia Stevenson: Alright?

Out of everyone who knows her, Cordy knows her better than most. She knew that the eyebrow was more than enough of a warning if not anything else.

Gwen: Trust me.. I know, I know. Regardless of it being hard and irritating, I believe I can handle it. Nothing more and nothing less. I promise

Sighing softly before looking to the side and wrapped more tape on her hands

Gwen: It's not my temper I am worried about but everyone elses.. We'll see though. How have you been though? I am glad you were able to come out and watch tonight. It means alot to me

Cordy smiles at the comment.

Cordelia Stevenson: I've been ok.

She glances down at her foot in a cast.

Cordelia Stevenson: As good as I can be considering the circumstances I guess.

She shrugs.

Cordelia Stevenson: But I told you I was going to come out and support ya, and I'm a woman of my word.

Nodding in agreement, she hugged Cordy and whispered something in her ear just loud enough for her to hear and then stood up and patted her shoulder

Gwen: Just remember that.. and thanks again for coming out. I'll make sure I wont disappoint

Gwen said as she grabbed her hooded jacket and went for the door..

Gwen: We'll talk more after this is over. I promise.. okay?

Cordy nods, and watches as Gwen turns back towards the door. Just as she's about to exit, Cordy calls out to her.

Cordelia Stevenson: Aye Gwen!

She stops and turns

Gwen: Yeah Cordy?

Cordelia Stevenson: You better kick some serious ass out there tonight chica...

She pauses for a second to lift a crutch and point it at Gwen.

Cordelia Stevenson: Or I'm gonna kick yours!

She flashes a playfully smile.

Cordelia Stevenson: Don't be fooled by the crutches, I can still go y'know.

She lets out a playful chuckle before giving Gwen an approving nod.

Cordelia Stevenson: Just go out there and show em' why you're the best ... hands down.

Gwen shakes her head hearing her own words come back to bite her in the ass and she smiled

Gwen: Challenge accepted.. and trust me, I'd fight you any day Cordelia. Just not today

Gwen laughed aloud in a happy tone

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Outside of the Dynasty Spectrum, we see the silhouette of three shadows against one of the walls of the arena. At first, all you could hear is the wind blowing the trees until one of the shadows looks as if it's walking toward the camera. The footsteps are heard coming closer and closer until a familiar masked face enters the picture.

Darwin Ridley: It's true what they say about people. A sharp tongue doesn't mean you have a keen mind. It seems as if the all the maggots here in the common world are all so quick to start barking, never realizing how idiotic they were making themselves sound. Gwendolyn Massey is a fine example of this...

He grabs the camera from the stand and begins walking towards the shadows against the wall.

Darwin Ridley: Gwendolyn Massey called my family and I... West Virginia-backwoods trash.. And why? Because she saw something on television... Another family.. A much different family, and yet, her weak mind made her believe that's what we are... Gwendolyn, that's not what we are. We're nothing like them. We're more like you. We're common folk, who wouldn't be notice unless we wore our masks.

He turns the camera to his face as he continues his pace.

Darwin Ridley: But there's a difference between our masks, Gwendolyn. Our masks are objects. Our masks we can remove. Your mask... is your face and your false personality that you flaunt to the idiots that applaud you... You're stuck with that for all of eternity. Gwendolyn, you and I both know that what you flaunt is nothing more than a hope... A hope for you to fit in. To be one of the popular girls in the crowd. It's all you ever wanted, isn't it? Growing up, bullied by the mean girls all your life...

Ridley actually smiles before turning the camera out in front of him and showing one of the men challenging for the tag team championship, Demento.

Darwin Ridley: I've searched through your soul, Gwendolyn. I went back and found out why you pretend to be what you can never become... I know your biggest fears, and your secret regrets, Gwendolyn... Do no not make me bring them to light...

Ridley is heard yelling out "Ku Ku - Ku Ku" in the background as he hands over the camera to Demento. Demento looks into the camera lens and stares at it for a moment letting the silence creep on to the viewers in which with such a cold stare would result in a few goosebumps to form.

Demento: The light is precious. The light is truth. Master has shown me this light. Master has lead me to this state of divine truth. You all...You all watching are nothing but confused children. Confused children who have yet to learn the truths that this world beholds.

He lets out a loud and harsh grunt.

Demento: Most of you aren't built to survive in this world...In which why I was produced from the pits of hell to cast away such waste. It is understandable that mistakes are made...But Master has brought me here to correct those wrongs.

Demento turns the camera and shows Ridley standing over two. Ridley has his arms spread out to his sides, staring down at the ground, humming something in some unknown language.

Darwin Ridley: Mit navn er Roleck. Mit navn er Roleck. Mit navn er Roleck.

Demento is then seen laughing in the background...

Demento: The shadows shall grow...and you all shall fear...Fear The Shadows.

The scene soon fades away.

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"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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... From Phoenix, Arizona... HUNTERRR WERTTHHH!

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 Sunshine Tony.

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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent from Boca Raton, Florida, weighing in at 145 pounds, "Sunshine" Scandalous Tony Carmine!

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.

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Just as the referee called for the bell, Tony bursts out of his corner and takes Hunter down with a quick clothesline. He waits for him to get to his feet before taking him right back down with a dropkick. Tony toyed with his opponent for a bit, smacking him in the back of the head a few times before locking in a sleeper. Hunter fought out of the sleeper and managed to get Tony in the corner before perching him onto the top turnbuckle and hitting a monstrous super belly-to-belly suplex.

As the match went on, Hunter continued to control the pace of the match, hitting Tony with a fury of moves that included a sick roundhouse kick to the head, followed by a snapmare driver. Hunter would get a few nearfalls, but Tony continued to kick out. Tony got back on the offense after hitting his patent pendulum backbreaker that almost got him the three count. The two continued to take it to one another, exiting the ring and took turns bashing each others heads off the announcer desk.

When the action got back into the ring, Hunter looked like he had Tony right where he wanted him. Hunter went for the "Phoenix Rising" shooting star press, but Tony rolled out of the way and blasted Hunter with the "Hard Scandy" for three.


Winner: Sunshine Tony via pinfall(11:19)

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Walking in the corridors of Hard Knox Wrestling or HKW known to some, we see the 'soon-to-be' rookie Kayla Maivia still waltzing around trying to become a little more acquainted with the surrounding more than the superstars. Upon her turning a corner, she bumped into a male who was not in the friendliest of moods. Of course, she was not either due to him spilling his drink all over her. Slightly irritated by this but knew she was not in no way, shape or form a 'legit' member of the roster; she was powerless. She sucked her teeth before her gaze met with his and she instantly knew who he was without a doubt..

Kayla: I'll be, if it isn't the one guy who causes issues for everyone around him? The guy who pretends to be something he isn't and doesn't even have the manners to say excuse me? Hah, damn it Jason. I thought I'd meet you on better terms than this.Not you turning a corner and spilling.. what the hell is this even?

She questioned not only to herself but also to him before shaking her head not even trying to worry much about it. She averted her gaze down at her clothes and knew she would not be able to see the rest of the show and that.. and that alone struck a nerve with her.

Kayla: Useless, I mean damn it. Please, for the sake of those who want to be here.. please watch where you are going? I've been here a good portion of the night and have not had such an issue with anyone.. man

Put off by this she leans up against the wall and cocked her brow to him awaiting what she thought was an apology but she noticed his posture, his stance and could instantly feel the tension in the air between the two of them. It wasn't like she was afraid or anything, it was just more along the fact that at this time.. she didn't have bail money for the both of them. Shoot, did I HONESTLY let myself get caught in a predicament such as this? Again, with him of all people? I swear, Kay. She exhaled as she did not remove her gaze from the male with a serious issue at the time.

Eying this female standing in front of him down. More so looking at her body than the little one in front of him.


Jason: Damn ma, got some real anger issues in this life huh?

Seeing the semi-frustrated female soaked slightly by his drink and then looked at little he had left, he gave off a smug smirk

Jason: This ain't nothing but water girl. Excuse me? When you ran into me? I'm tryna figure out what yo problem is right now?

Jason looked past the body in front of him and decided to take the attitude and malice in her voice for what it was. He wasn't appreciative of her disrespect and he wasn't in the mood to invest in it.

Jason: So I'm good with the whole you hit me or I hit you or whatever. I have things to do so are we done here. I don't want issue with you, you don't want issue with me. Have a good night...eh?

Jason starts looking to move past the attitude and anger of Kayla. It doesn't take long for her to reply.Looking to get away from all of this, he decided to try and sidestep her and go onto his business but she places her hand on his chest gently to stop him from moving and she lets out a soft yet serious sigh

Kayla: You see.. you are so immature and naive. First off, you rather get into a debate with me over something that you are at fault at as well. Regardless, if I bumped into you or whatever. Seeing that you spilled your drink on me, I was expecting you to apologize but I guess I thought more of you than everyone else does huh? A wannabe, a player without a 'playa' card if you will. Don't take it personal but you are a joke. Not even a funny one

She said as she cut her eyes to look at him, shooting daggers at him with her words. Enticing him? Maybe or provoking him before his match to raise the stakes of the match? More so.

Kayla: Understand, You talk a big game, you swear up and down you are about this 'business' but I haven't seen anything remotely close. Not saying the same for your opponent for tonight either but you of all people. Seeing where you come from and who your sister is. Similar to half of the stars here, roots or alliances with others who have made names for themselves. What in the hell are you doing Jason? Pussyfooting around, that's what! You wanna be about this 'business' then take some advice on someone who's going to always make sure her's is take care of. Shut up and just do it. I don't care if you get mad or not. Fu-.. forget what people have to say about you and just do what you need to do. First off by apologizing for spilling your water on me you idiot!

Saying in a more relaxed tone than before

Kayla: Handouts will never be presented to you.. so take them. Make a way out or no way and move about your business. I didn't say any of this to give you a pep talk or anything like that. It's just your characteristics suck. The 'playa' mentality is one that is old and most wannabe's have adapted to 'protect' who they really are and for what? Being hurt? Hell no, those with the mentality are all dogs who want better but cannot achieve it by being them. Sorry, but it's true. Think about it.. but not right now?

Noticing that he was tense, she took her own stance and balled her fists up and looked at him a little surprised and a little taken by this new development. Seriously? Was the only thing that came across her mind at that moment and for good reason.

Jason stood tall almost willing to give the little spitfire her due round of applause. A golf clap if you will.


Jason: Are...you...done? Cause God forbid you become a preacher. Listen sweetie, you don't know me. You don't know my sister and you damn sure don't know what we been through. Call me immature, childish, wannabe...these things would actually bother me if I knew who you were and gave even a least bit of a damn about your opinion. You are a random bitch coming from a random place speaking random words about shit you know nothing about. You may see me as a joke, a bullshitter, someone not even worth a second of time. That's the thing about opinions, I could give a fuck about em. The people I need in my corner are there and obviously you aint one of them. So, with that...


Jason sarcastically bows in front of her.

Jason: So. Fucking. Sorry. About. The. Water.

Jason grits his teeth holding back what he really had inside for her. He wasn't about to let her know his words affected him, she's no one. He didn't even know her name.

His words meant nothing to her, absolutely nothing because they were all excuses that the majority of men in this word, society in general use when they are hiding something that could reveal them for what they were. If this were a cartoon, steam would be flowing from her head. Eye red and fangs bared. A Bitch? No.. he. Reacting quickly, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close so that the two of them were face to face and if looks could kill..


Kayla: Listen here you little shit. I could've given you a pass on everything you said but you stand here all high and mighty like talking about you have everything you need? Right? Yet why are you still a little pussy then huh? Talking more shit out your mouth than anyone else does. Let me fill you in real quick. I am more than some random bitch. My name is Kayla fucking Callahan and after I'm done with my own shit on Defiance V.. best believe I'll be more than glad to show you what someone who's about their shit can accomplish when they are dead ass serious! You claim my words were random, that I know nothing about you huh?

She chuckles

Kayla: I've seen your types all my life. You all are the same pieces of trash. Want to be respect then DO SOMETHING worth it. Acting out and running your mouth are signs of an immature prick you shit head! Man, get the fuck out of my face..

Kayla pushed him aside as she walked in the direction he came from before stopping with her back turned to him..

Kayla: Sorry, I usually do not lose my cool. Good luck in your match though. Hope you set yourself apart from everyone else tonight

Jason watched the well toned ass of Kayla Callahan walk down the hallway shocked that he even allowed her to put her hands on him in such a fashion. He looks down at his water then shakes his head.

Jason: See, and women wanna know why they get yolked up an shit. Wasn't even need for all that.

Jason straightens out his shirt dusting off the shoulders.

Jason: Wit that crazy ass Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde act. Perras ser Trippin doe. Can't do nothin for em

Jason laughs to himself before drinking what's left of his water and walking off screen.

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Backstage in his locker room, Ethan Matthews is preparing himself for his match later on. His in the main event for the Tag Titles. His tag partner being Tyrus Mays, a guy who like Ethan suffered a lost last week. Ethan knew that Tyrus would be as fired up as what he was to make up for that by winning the Tag Titles.

Ethan Matthews: I lost last week but I don't plan on letting that affect my performance this week. You can't win them all no matter what people say. Some may win more then others but eventually everyone will lose. It's how you deal with them losses that truly makes you a winner. If you let a lose define who you're as a person it's clear to see your never be a winner.

I'm confident in my abilities and what I can do and I know deep down that I'm a winner. Just like everyone in this match is. Unfortunately though some of you have to lose and I don't plan on that being Tyrus or I again. Win or lose I always train hard and fight hard. It's what I do and what I'll always do.

It's clear to see on Ethan's face he is focused on tonight and prepared too.

Ethan Matthews: There are three people in this match that I don't really have much respect for as people but for their abilities maybe a little. Them three people being Two, Demento and D-Evil. The tree assholes in the match as far as I'm concerned. Excuse my language there folks but I'm pretty certain you all agree. Anyway I don't have much to say other then that I'm going to go out there and put on one hell of a show. If Tyrus and I win like we plan to then awesome but if we lose, I'm just going to focus on my next match.

With that said Ethan gets up and walks out of his locker room.

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The scene opens with shouting heard around the corner backstage. People are seen walking by and who hear the shouts look as they walk by to try and see who it was, no luck. As the camera begins to get closer the voices start to seem very familiar...

Lyle Risky (voice): You took out one of the people in the fuckin' main event! That wasn't the plan!

A grunt is overheard just as Risky stops his speech.

???? (voice): Plan?

A laugh is heard.

???? (voice): The plan was to TAKEOVER. That's the only plan I knew of, and that's the only plan I'm following. The hell with Prince MacRear. The hell with your main event. None of that is important to us.

Another grunt is heard as Lyle Risky is just barely visible by the camera.

???? (voice): Remember.... Remember who was the one that called for us... It was you, Lyle. Is MacRear even important to this company? I don't believe so. Right now, you're overreacting, and I truly hope that you haven't forgot about the plan.

Lyle Risky (voice): Nah I ain't forgot! But y'all better not forget if it wasn't for me....If it wasn't for me y'all would still be hangin' out in some bar beatin' up drunks and pickin' up sluts just for fun. I don't give a fuck what is y'all purpose is. When I say to fuckin' do somethin' I expect you to fuckin' do it!

???? (voice): .... Hah. Alright, Lyle. Would you like me to fetch you a cup of coffee, BOSS.

The mystery man doesn't even wait for an answer as footsteps are heard walking further and further away. As the camera turns the corner Risky is seen shaking his head with his arms crossed and a man in a RIP cut. The scene soons fades away.

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Brian Mason: Well, this is certainly an interesting match, isn't it?

Mark TANGO: We're calling this a match? I'm pretty sure this is going to be a massacre.

Maddison Hawthorne: Yep, definitely going to be a massacre.

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 Sanderson McLean: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio; weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS!

Brian Mason:: Let's see if Tanner Sands can pick up his first victory here tonight...

Tango begins to laugh uncontrollably and starts smacking the announce desk while doing so.

Mark TANGO: Yeah, ok.

The lights go out, the Halloween theme song by John Carpenter hits the sounds system, lights begin flashing, and out comes Michael Myers to cheers from the crowd. He slowly makes his way to the ring, half way there he looks at a fan in the front role, and tilts his head, he then continues walking toward the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and waits for the match to begin.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, from Haddonfield, Illinois-

Sadie is quickly cut off as Tanner Sands runs forward and connectts with a dropkick to the right knee of Michael Myers, causing him to fall to one knee as the ref calls for the match to start.

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DING! DING! DING!

Tanner quickly begins to go on the attack, grabbing Myers's head before driving his knee into it repeatedly. Tanner hits him with 5 knees before letting go of the head and running towards the ropes in front of Myers. After bouncing back from the ropes, Tanner raises up his boot, looking to connect with a shot to the head, only for Myers to catch his foot and use all of his strength to shove Tanner backwards and onto the mat, Tanner quickly rollin gout as the ref counts.

The ref is at 3 when Myers gets to his feet and makes it out of the ring. Tanner see this and quickly begins to flee the area, running around the ring. Myers follows with his usual slow serial killer walk. Tanner just continues to run around as the clock is at 7. As soon as the clock hits 8, Myers turns the corner once more, but a hand reaches out and yanks his foot, causing Myers to fall onto the concrete floor. Tanner quickly rolls into the ring at a 9 count and Myers tries to get back up in time, but the count is at 10 and the ref has to call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The hand disappears once more as Tanner celebrates in the ring, acting as if he won the HKW Heavyweight championship. He looks up at the sky and thanks the Lord as his hand is raised.


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match via countout, TANNER SANDS!

Mark TANGO: I DEMAND A RECOUNT!

Maddison Hawthorne: Sorry, Tango. That's not possible...

As Myers slowly gets up, on the other side of the ring rolls out from underneath the ring, Alistair Slayde, the man who the hand belonged to.

Brian Mason: Alistair Slayde?!

Mark TANGO: Oh, my God. Dumb and dumber found each other.

He gives Tanner a thumbs up and Tanner returns it with one of his own before turning around and seeing Michael Myers slowly entering the ring. Tanner quickly exits the ring and both he and Slayde jump over the barricade and high tail it out of there before anything can happen to either of them.

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We cut to backstage where we see Colton Sterling in front of the HKW banner, already wearing his red and black trunks and his HKW t-shirt. He looks ready to go as he stares at the camera, arms folded and a serious look on his face.

Colton Sterling: My first match in Hard Knox was a Bloodshed match, a match somewhat used in PDW. The name of that match is one of the titles PDW has, though it is currently vacant and has a so-called curse on it. In that match I faced Jason Mentez and I pinned him fair and square for the right to move on in the HKW World title tournament.

Colton shoots up his index, middle, and ring finger on his left hand.

Colton Sterling: The ref counted the three count and I was victorious, but Jason just couldn't stand losing to me. In fact, it probably ate at him on the inside that he was just not good enough to move on so he decided that if he couldn't move on, I couldn't move on. That's why he brought himself down to that ring and struck me in the back of the head with a steel pipe.

Colton shakes his head as he unfolds his arms.

Colton Sterling: And for what? Because I beat him for a tournament which he got a second chance in later that night? Because I bested him once? Because he just doesn't like me and the way I act? It doesn't matter. The past is the past and the only thing I can look forward to is to win this 2/3 Falls match against Jason and prove to him that I did beat him fair and square the first time and I can beat him again...and I'll do it twice in one match.

A small smirk appears on Colton's face.

Colton Sterling: Jason can try and get under my skin all he wants. He can try and call me an idiot, or a pussy, or whatever. He can try and throw his shitty subtweets about my girlfriend being with a real man when in the end, he is the one who attacked me from behind, showing his actual cowardice. Tonight, there will be no excuses. There will be nothing you can say. You're gonna lose, Jason. You're gonna lose and when you do, you won't be able to make any excuses because you'll be blinded by the Shining Lights.

A smile now appears on Colton's face.

Colton Sterling: I'll see you out there.

Colton makes his way out of the shot as the scene fades out.

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Our view cuts to backstage, where Gia Van Zant is marching down the hall, resolutely ignoring the camera hounding her as she checks the names on the door, passing up a good half-dozen before blasting through what's apparently the right one--

And as the door swings back at us, then name 'Gwen Massey' printed on the scotch-taped bit of paper tells us it's not hers. No knocking, yet her tone's strangely somewhat-upbeat if not totally benign--


Gia Van Zant: Boo, bitch!

Turning her head as she finishes her final adjustments to her attire she looks at the female who nearly gave her a heart attack, on purpose. Silent at first, Gwen couldn't tell if this were a joke or was Gia in a good place today..

Gwen: Umm.. Sup.. bitch?

Gwen said slowly as she did not know what to make of this predicament but she knew nine times out of ten, it wouldn't result in a 'brawl' unlike the times before where the two of them have been in the same room. Lowering her guard she became more relaxed in order to complete the task at hand

Gia flounces up to her mirror and starts checking her face and the outfit of her gear, eyes flitting to her tag partner.


Gia Van Zant: Just making sure we're on the right page together tonight, partner. I'm not a loser, so I don't wanna look like a loser-- don't think you wanna look like a loser either. Amirte?

Realizing that this was NO GAME anymore and what little hate the two of them had for one another was going to have to be put on hold until this match was over.. and maybe then some. Doing the same as far as checking herself out and making sure everything was straight, Gwen looked at Gia and sighed

Gwen: Yeah, I don't want to look like a loser. I have too much on the line here to talk about losing, partner. Until instructed otherwise, you and I should go ahead and let off some steam on two giant idiots who believe that we are not a threat to them at all

Gwen extended her hand towards Gia

Gwen: I could care less how it happen or why we may hate one another but I'll be damned if I lose in the result of you getting pinned. For the time being, I have your back, no more.. no less.. I would hope the same from you bitch!

A confident smirk appeared on Gwen's features

The expression on the tall woman's face goes weirdly translucent at this, more a teeth-bared parody of a smile than anything as she turns to Gwen.


Gia Van Zant: Of course you wouldn't want that, but that's not a concern now. Won't be happenin'. Got your back, buddy, if those two get you in a bad way I'll be sure to get in there fast enough to break it up

Gia takes her hand after an uncomfortable pause that's almost too long, stiffly shaking it. It was obvious that both females knew this had to happen for the betterment of their careers. Regardless, if deep down they wanted to rip one another apart.. that day.. will come. Feeling a tad bit uncomfortable Gwen let out a nervous chuckle

Gwen: Just call me anything else but 'buddy', it already freaks me out that you are being nice in a way but buddy is taking it to far. Hell, just call me Gwen, Gia. You and I both know what's at stake here. Let's get this over with and then go about things how they have always been. You can tell that you don't want this and even if a part of me did, it couldn't happen because the urges to snake one another. Tonight, Darwin and Kai. Lets eradicate them and then go from there

Gwen said as she looked towards the female who was still just in an upbeat mood.. knowing that was the name of the game tonight.

The big smile drops away from Gia, into a subdued smirk, actually making her look a little less malicious in the process.


Gia Van Zant: Right, then we are on the same page. Good deal. Oh. If you don't have plans, I know I'm staying to watch the main event and take some mental notes. You in?

Gwen shook her head as she laughs softly, patting Gia on the shoulder

Gwen: I wouldn't miss it. Trust me. Oh and to answer your question. Yeah, we are..

She said with a smile which didn't feel forced as she tapped both of her own forearms and jumped up and down slightly..

Gwen: Let's get this shit handled once and for all and show them why WE are the best at what we do..

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The arena goes dim with a red glow filling the entrance ramp as "Walking Dead" by Z-Trip begins to play. A large, green question mark appears on the Platinumtron, illuminating Darwin Ridley who comes out wearing his trench coat and a towel over his head. He stops at the very top of the ramp and stands still for a few seconds before he tilts his head and takes his sweet time walking down the ramp. He drops down and crawls down the isle, staring up at the ring with his tongue out and a blackish tar pouring out of his mouth. He gets back to his feet and charges toward the ring, sliding underneath the middle rope, stands back to his feet and tosses his towel into the crowd. Finally, he closes his eyes, removes his trench coat and waits for the match to begin.

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.


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

After making it to the ring, She stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place, hands down!!" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as she raised my arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of her entrance music.

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.


Sadee 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.

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Ridley is beside himself as he continues to look at the entrance ramp... No Kai. Gwen and Gia share a laugh at Darwin's expense, but Darwin isn't having it. He quickly charges in at Gwen and rips her by the hair, slamming her head of the mat. Ridley and Gia exchange a look until Gia blows him a kiss and goes onto the apron. Just when Ridley turns around, Gwen connects with a running knee to the face, and follows it up with a quick snapmare. She tags in Gia who perches to the top rope and hits a missile dropkick on Ridley. She makes the cover..

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Gia stomps down at Ridley until he wills himself to his feet. Before he can get his hands on her, she tags in Gwen who springboards in with a forearm shot to the face. Ridley slides underneath the ropes and out of the ring, and proceeds to push a camera man down. He grabs the camera just as Gwen reaches out to grab him, but Darwin swings the camera around and belts Gwen right in the head!

Ding ding ding!


Winners: Gwen Massey and Gia Van Zant via Disqualification (4:13)

Ridley lets out a roar before tossing the camera to the mat. Gia hops off of the apron and pulls Gwen out of the ring before Ridley can attack her anymore. In a strange turn of events, Gia wraps Gwen's arm around her and helps her up the ramp. Meanwhile, Ridley is throwing a fit inside the ring. He grabs referee Robinson by his collar and pushes him into the corner. Ridley looks as if he's about start swinging on Robinson until...

The arena darkened slightly, and everyone's attention turned to the tron as it looked like a brawl was taking place backstage. Kai and Demento were trading blows in a section of the arena, with neither man giving an inch! One, Demento's "Family" Member, was badly beaten down and on the ground near a production cart as Demento picked Kai up and tossed him into a wall, before he beings stalking towards him. He roughly picks Kai up by the throat, and tries to choke the much smaller man -Kai cuts him off with a headbutt right on the nose, sending him staggering back! Kai wasted no time in spearing Demento down to the ground, before he throws a flury of hard elbow strikes to the skull, determined to knock the big man out! Kai finally stopped once Demento seemed to stop moving, before he slowly stood up and noticed that One had managed to get up to his feet.

Kai slowly stepped over Demento's prone body and slowly began walking towards One, who was unaware that Kai was behind him. Ridley is still inside of the the ring shouting manically at the screen as Kai comes to a stop right behind One, staring blankly as he waits for him to turn. Finally One regains hims composure and turns around, only to freeze as he comes face to face with Kai. He didn't get far as Kai lashed out and kneed him right in the ribs, doubling him over. Kai sets him up, before lifting him up high - AN EMPHATIC KAI BOMB ONTO THE PRODUCTION CART!

Ridley is irate inside of the ring, flipping out as Kai stares at the two bodies laying before him stoically, admiring his handiwork. He then turns on his heel and walks away from the scene, paying no more mind to either One or Demento as Ridley seethes in fury inside of the ring.


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The scene cuts to the full close up view of a very expensive Rolex watch viewed on the wrist of a tan wrist.

??: See that work of art. Pure 100% real. White Gold, sapphire stones, Rolex, the Cellini collection. We won't even talk about the price cause it was just fuck up ya life. You see that black accent though? Marble on em. This belongs on the wrist of someone like me.

The camera zooms out and the crowd boos when they see the face of Jason Mentez.

Jason Mentez: Colton Sterling on the other hand, a cheap man's Zack Jones. He has no value or true worth. No one can even put his name to face and cause he got no kind of originality, he clings on to the fact that he beat me for three in the ring. A man can shoot a glock blind and still hit somebody so yea you got one homey. Buen trabajo de mierda. Tonight it's more than one lucky shot. Two out of three falls skill, will, and power over all. So let's size up the opponent eh? We got the Rolly verses the Mickey.

Jason's hand rising to the on screen view holding what looks to be a Mickey Mouse watch straight from the stores in Florida.

Jason Mentez: There you go Colton, something more your style. You know the soft, docile, cartoony, can't fuck ya girl but she begging for it kind of bitch. Ida been went 40 on her tho but she like the skirt wearers and Jefe don't condone that shit. That little win is the past you keep looking to it and the present gone pass you by. Presently, thats gon be me kicking yo ass. I owe you one already but just to prove a point I'm gonna make it two.

Stops and look at the pathetic watch.

Jason Mentez: I'll even give you ya soulmate here as a parting gift. This fun to me, incentive or not but to say the winner gets a cold hard look into the future as a championship contender? The opportunity to stand on the top of this company. El jefe como debería ser...that means more Felicity punishment pics, ya girl finally twerks like I told her to, and I can talk to Scandalous about that ounce. Sound like the move to me.

He takes another look at his Rolex with a grin as the fans continue their hatred.

Jason Mentez: Eye for an eye brought us here. You cost me, I cost you. Nothing passes without consequence and now I get to stomp your boring ass underneath the ring. I get my valid shot and life goes on. I'm here to make a statement. While I was acting out at Parental Advisory you were watching at home making sure you hugged Ashley without touching her boobies or your hips touching. You know, pussy shit. People gon know Wreckless...they gon know you as the person who got wreck'ed, by Wreckless. Not because I hate you, not because I respect you, but just because it is fun.

Jason gives a 'girl cheering' smile before walking off the screen preparing mentally for his match.

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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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: This a 2/3 Falls Match for the Number One Contendership to the HKW Championship! 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.

"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.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: 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.

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The ref looks at both men asking if their ready and then calls for the bell. Jason and Colton tangle up in the middle of the ring testing each other strengths. They step away from each other and circle each other both wearing a smirk on their faces. Colton goes in to try and grapple Jason but Jason quickly ducks and now behind Colton Elbow Smashes him in the back of the head. Colton falls to a knee holding the back of his head. Jason capitalizes and punches Colton as hard as he can in the side. Noticing that it did affect Colton he punches him again. Jason then sinks in a sleeper hold on Colton looking to put away the man early.

Colton isn't having any of that as he elbows Mentez in the gut enough times to get him off. Colton then hits a Missile Dropkick. Fans cheer for Colton as he gets up to his feet. Mentez holding his face annoyed with being caught off guard by Colton begins to get up also using the ropes for support but is then sent flying outside the ring after Colton clotheslines him. He begins to hype up the crowd. He walks to the other side of the ring hopping up and down. Jason is seen outside the ring starting to get up and as Jason turns he sees Colton flying towards him he quickly steps to the side and pushes Colton midair into the announcers desk!

Jason begins to laugh and taunts Colton. He then begins to stomp him before picking him up and tossing him back in the ring. Back in the ring Mentez offense continues as he punt kicks Colton. He goes for the pin.

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Both men lay there for a moment before Colton gets up to his feet. He picks up the groggy Mentez and hits a snap suplex. He quickly goes for the pin.

1...Kickout!

Colton gets up and kicks Mentez in the gut. He grabs Mentez by the hair and clotheslines him sending him back down to the ground. He then drops and elbow in Mentez's chest. Colton continues his attack on Mentez for three Mentez until Mentez reverses a ducks from a flying clothesline and now successfully hitting the QB Cripple. He then goes for the pin.

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Mentez climbs up to his feet looking down at Colton still on the ground. He smirks while catching his breath. He then sprints over punting Colton in the jaw. He props down and wraps his hands around Colton's neck screaming at him that he's nothing. Before letting go he punches Colton in the jaw once again. He laughs as the ref gives him a warning. He pushes the ref out of his way and goes for a Shining Wizard as Colton begins to get up on his knees. Colton ducks and hits a Neckbreaker.He then hits a running knee lift when Mentez goes to get up.

Colton has the upper hand since the momentum change. Mentez has a cut on over his eyebrow now after being hit with a Fame Asser. Colton goes for the pin.

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Mentez kicksout and Colton can't believe it. He picks Mentez backup kicking him in the midsection. He then and goes for the Handspring Cutter. HE HITS IT!!!! Colton dives for the pin!

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Mentez some how finds a way to kickout. Colton can't believe his eyes as Mentez kicks out. He goes for a elbow drop and connects before picking Mentez backup. Mentez can barely stand at this point and is too groggy. Colton lifts him up for a suplex it seems. He then goes to bounce him off the ropes but Mentez grabs the back of Colton's head and drives his throat into the ropes. Mentez holds on to the ropes as he stands outside them. Colton steps back coughing and holding his neck. When he turns around towards Mentez he is hit by a Flawless! Jason begins to crawl towards the fallen Colton and it seems as if he is going for the pin. BUT No! He passes Colton up and begins to crawl up the turnbuckles. Up to his feet now he climbs up to the top rope. Colton notices this as he comes back to. He hops up and tries to go for a DDT off the top rope but punches Colton in the balls without the ref noticing. Colton falls off the top rope holding himself and Jason flips off Colton on the ground and goes for the Bridges Over!



















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Winner: Jason Mentez via pinfall (18:23)


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The scene opens with Risky sitting back in his chair in his and Brandon's office tossing a little squeaky ball up in the air with Balto sitting in front of him watching the ball be tossed up and down.

Lyle Risky: Man I swear, you see Selena ass tho bruh? Bruh...BRRUHHHHH! I swear man, sexy ass little Puerto Rican chick like that bruh...Maaaannnnn!

Banks is shown laughing it up on the computer screen, puffing away on a cigar. Well, we think it's a cigar.

BB (via Skype): Maaaaaan, she really is a cutie though. I really don't get why she always mad scurred bout losin' her job though? Shit, I'm sure if it came down to it...

Banks exhales a huge cloud of smoke toward the camera.

BB (via Skype): ..... The fuck were we talkin' bout? Oh right, Selena. Yeah... She's def. a looker. I'm surprised none of these desperate, hormonal children tried hittin' her up yet. Shit, besides Beeno I mean... But that fool hits on everything. I'm surprised at how well he's behavin' though. You think him and Ty gon get married?

Risky stops tossing the ball and looks over to the computer screen.

Lyle Risky: Jayden? Ty? Marriage? I don't even know how to answer that shit bruh. Beeno don't seem like the marryin' type though ya know? But nah...

He starts tossing the ball.

Lyle Risky: Man...If you could take Selena down bruh? Would you? Shit man...Her and Natasha! You see her bruh?! THAT ASS BOOOOOMMMIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! That chick strapped.

Banks ignores whatever Risky's saying, thinking over the question he was asked.

BB (via Skype): Shit, if I wasn't married? Bruh... Selena though??

Just as Brandon's about to say something else, the office door creaks open. Brandon notices, but Risky on the other hand? Not so much.

Lyle Risky: I feel you....I mean you know I ain't really done shit since that day me and Minka sort of went at it but man...I would fuck THEEEE shit outta Selena. Bet she wouldn't be so afraid of losin' her job then huh? Hahaha!

Banks starts laughing hysterically just as Selena enters the office. She heard every word.

Selena King: Excuse me?!

Banks falls out of his chair, still cracking up as Risky looks over and sees Selena.

Lyle Risky: Ah what's up Selena?!

He then quickly sits up straight noticing it was SELENA! The woman they were just talking about?! He was nervous, he didn't know she was standing there. Balto runs over to her barking at her while wagging his tail as Brandon finally pulls himself back onto his chair.

Lyle Risky: Hey! Hey...Heyyyy! How are you? You good? Um...Awkward...

BB (via Skype): Ayeeee, Selena! I'm glad you're here!

Banks chuckles some more, still puffing away on the cigar.

BB (via Skype): We got some breakin' news and we can't imagine givin' it anyone besides you!

Selena's cheeks turn a bright red as she walks closer toward Brandon's desk.

Selena King: Breaking... News... To.... Deliver...? This has to do with HKW, right? You guys aren't like... Planning to do something to me, are you?

Lyle shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: As much as we would like to.....Nah, this is official Hard Knox business. C'mere have a seat on my lap...Er, I mean um...

Banks is shown shaking his head.

BB (via Skype): Riiiiiiight, alright that. Selena! Listen up! And everyone out there in HKW Land listen closely! We got Defiance 5 comin' up next week, and shit... That shows gonna be packed! But D-6? D-6? Let em know Risky.

Risky smirks.

Lyle Risky: D-6 is where EVERYTHING IS GOIN' DOWN! I'm talkin' bout some pay per view type shit! But next show gon' b cool too though.....But D-6 the one y'all ain't gonna want to miss. Next D-5? D-5 we got the HKW Championship Contract Signing...I don't know where the fuck Cain at this week but um...He ain't gotta choice but be there. But eh, that's not what we really here to talk about. You see we been overloadin' on some serious talent lately...And we got this uh, little match planned for D-6. Six people...One Briefcase...A couple ladders here and there...One HKW Championship Contract...

Banks nods from the screen.

BB (via Skype): The best part about the match? You could use your shot at the title whenever you please. All you need is a referee, your briefcase and you're good. We don't got a name for the match, but I think you understand the concept, right?

The crowd is heard roaring from the background. Selena smirks in the camera's direction before looking back over at Banks on the laptop.

BB (via Skype): So right now... We're gonna announce the six participants for this match... Aye, Risky. You do three and I do three?

Lyle Risky: Aight bet. First up....Syn's little bro.....KAI!!!!!

The fans begin to cheer.

Lyle Risky: GIA VAN ZANT!

They cheer once more.

Lyle Risky: And.......WESLEY MCFADDEN!

BB (via Skype): Next up..... GWENDOLYN MASSEY!

A mixed ovation is heard coming from the crowd.

BB (via Skype): RYU AND TUMTUM'S BROTHER... COLTON STERLING!

A loud pop is heard for the HKW standout.

BB (via Skype): And last but not least... Selena, lemme get a drumroll.

Selena looks around the room. Risky and Brandon both point down at Banks' desk as Selena starts beating on it making the sound of a drumroll.

BB (via Skype): And the sixth entrant....

Banks looks down at his paperwork in search for something. He looks back up with a confused gleam in his eye.

BB (via Skype): Aye, who's the sixth person? I lost my notes over here somewhere.

Banks scurries through his papers until he lifts his finger in the air.

BB (via Skype): Got it! DAAAAAARWINNNNNNNN RIDLEY!

A chorus of boo's is heard in background. Banks and Risky give one another a nod before turning their attention to Selena.

Lyle Risky: And we gonna need you and Natasha to walk around in bikinis for the rest of the night. Kidding....Kidding...Unless you want to?

Selena looks down to the floor and blushes. She then turns and walks out the office as the scene fades.

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Two young women are backstage, settling into comfy chairs in front of a TV. The one already sitting down, with long braids and a Will Haven T-shirt, looks sleepy. Her friend, with cybergoth extensions and white contacts, carries over bags of popcorn and kettle chips in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniel's in the other.

Anyone who caught Parental Advisory (which is everyone, right?) should recognise them as Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity, HKW's newest tag team.


Serenity: Here we go. Here we fuckin' go!

She dumps a bag of popcorn in Ligaya's lap, then sits down as well.

Serenity: This it it, Liggydoll. The best tag teams HKW has to offer. 'Cept us, duh.

Ligaya offers a lazy fist, and Serenity bumps it. Then Serenity picks up a 36 ounce milkshake from the floor by her chair and starts pouring bourbon into it.

Serenity: This is the company we're gonna be keeping. The teams we're gonna be mixing it up with. Let's see what they got.

Ligaya Fontaine: Yeah man, J, let's... see what they can do.

She holds out a milkshake of her own, and Serenity starts pouring JD into it.

Serenity: Whatever they can do, I bet it ain't no four twenty.

Ligaya Fontaine: Fuckin' aye. Four twenty BC forever.

They toast their milkshakes together, and Ligaya lights up a - well, let's just say it's a cigar - as they settle in to watch the main event.

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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. 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.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! First, making her way to the ring... from Las Vegas, NV... AVA ADORE!

"Hey motherfuckers!"

An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, from Staten Island, New York....ANNIE ZELLOR!

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DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings to start the match and Annie quickly shoots forward, connecting with a dropkick that sends Ava leaning up against her corner. Annie quickly grabs Ava and puts her in a small package.

1...KICKOUT!

Annie tries to go back on the attack, but Ava catches a kick that was coming for head, courtesy of Annie, and pushes her backwards. As both women get to their feet, Ava connects her boot to Annie's jaw, laying out Annie with a big boot. Ava quickly jumps on top of Annie and begins delivering lefts and rights before the ref has to pull her off of the young superstar.

Ava agrees to back off, but goes back on her agreement as she goes back to stomping Annie into the ground, only for Annie to put her in yet another small package!

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Annie quickly gets to her feet and hits a step up enziguri that lays out Ava before rolling her over and attempting yet another pinfall attempt.

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Annie's determination does not cease as she begins to head for the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner. Once on top, she attempts a top rope senton, only for Ava to roll out of the way, causing her to crash and burn as she falls on the mat. Ava quickly grabs her from behind and hits her with a sitout full nelson atomic drop before rolling her over and going for the cover.

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Ava begins to deliver a series of headbutts onto Annie, causing the audience to boo their heads off as Annie seems to be fading away after every headbutt. After 5 straight headbutts, Ava slowly gets Annie up to both feet before hitting a northern lights suplex....ONLY FOR ANNIE TO SLIP OUT OF IT! Annie quickly gets to her feet as Ava turns around, and plants her with a facebreaker DDT!

The audience is absoluely ecstatic as Annie goes to the top and this time, when she jumps off, connects with a top rope senton before going for yet another cover!

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Annie slowly rises to her feet, looking to end this now with "Rough 'n' Tumble". As Annie goes for the move, Ava catches her with another unexpected thumb to the eye. With Annie's back turned, Ava rolls her up in a school but has a handful of tights!

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match, Ava Adore!

Ava quickly slides out of the ring as Annie realizes what just happened. Annie pleads her case to the referee while Ava backtracks up the ramp a slick smirk on her face.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is your main event of the evening, and it's for the HKW Tag Team Championships!

The crowd explodes just as "Warrior" by Disturbed plays out through the arena as "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews makes his way out to a chorus of cheers as he stands there smiling at the positive reaction. He walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans as the chorus of "Warrior" by Disturbed can be heard.

You can't hide now,
I am the warrior,
So decide now,
How they'll remember you,
Do not hide now,
Act like a warrior,
Show your pride now,
Solidify your place in time


Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1" he is "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews.

Once at the ring Ethan jumps up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to yet another chorus of cheers. He then smiles as his facing away from the ring on top of the turnbuckle, so he does a back flip into the ring before preparing for the match as his music fades out.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his partner...

Tyrus Mays emerges from the back as 'Turn It Up/Fire It Up' by Busta Rhymes begins thumping. He flexes a muscle pose, then holds up a finger, pointing to the back as the lovely Brooke Milton struts out beside him, showing off her muscled protege.

Sadee Sanderson McLean:: Coming to the ring, from Andalusia, Alabama... accompanied by Brooke Milton... 'The Amazing' Tyrus Mays!!!

She runs a hand down his chest, and then Tyrus and Brooke walk down to the ring arm in arm. Tyrus holds open the ring ropes for Brooke to enter. Tyrus enters and climbs up on the second rope, flexing for the crowd as Brooke claps and points at him from the center of the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And their opponents... First....

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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, The Monster & The Reckoning... He stands at 7ft tall and weighs in at 350lbs... 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 "The Monster D-Evil is The Reckoning" after a minute or two the lights come back on as D-Evil's music fades out.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And their opponents... First...

"Strobe lights are everywhere.
Smoke is filling the air.
Turn up the beat, oh yeah.
This is how hard we go!"


The lighting begins to flash purple, black and pink as "Strobe lights" hits the PA system. Felicity walks out onto the entrance way wearing a tiara on her head and a black jacket over her top.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Standing in at 5'7 and coming to us from Jersey City, New Jersey. She is self proclaimed Queen B of Hard Knox..... FELLIIICIIITYYYYY!!

She turns her back and starts walking backwards down the ramp with her arms to her side, the camera focusing in on the "Queen B" writing on the back of her coat.

"Taking chemical shots
So much that your mouth is bubbling
So much that your stuttering
To the beat, Do you feel that
Boom boom
Tell me do you feel that
Boom boom boom boom"


She faces forward and takes a look out at the crowd before walking to the ring slapping the hands of a few lucky fans along the way. 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 patiently for the match to begin.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And her partner...

The opening of "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm begins playing seconds before Ashley Sullivan pushes the curtain aside to come out onto the stage.

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

She gives a brief smile and wave before running down the ramp to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Before done, she goes to climb a turnbuckle with her hands raised high into the air.

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The match begins with one member of each team in the ring. Mays starts off for his team, while Felicity starts off for hers. D-Evil doesn't seem bothered by not having a partner, quickly attacking Mays with a boot to the face. Felicity hops onto D-Evil's back but he manages to flip her down to the mat. He goes for a big splash on Felicity, but she slides out of the way and continues to roll onto the apron. Mays is back to his feet, turning D-Evil around and blasting with a right hand, but Felicity cuts off Mays' surge of offense with a springboard dropkick to both men! She makes the tag to her partner, Ashley Sullivan. Ashley grabs a hold of Mays' dreadlocks but Mays catches her offguard with a jawbreaker. Mays dives over toward his corner and makes the tag to Ethan Matthews.

The same three participants are still in the ring, D-Evil taking it to Matthews. Ashley sneaks up from behind D-Evil and rolls him up..

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Kickout!

D-Evil and Ashley scramble to their feet. D-Evil turns around and blasts Ashley with a clothesline from hell. He lifts her up with one arm and holds her in the air for a Gorilla Press Slam, but Ethan Matthews runs toward D-Evil and starts kicking away at his leg until he gets D-Evil down to one knee. With Matthews working on D-Evil, Ashley tags in Felicity who waits to pick her spot. Matthews charges off the ropes but D-Evil grabs a hold of his throat on the rebound and drops him with a devastating chokeslam. Felicity sees her opening and connects with a Bank Shot to the back of D-Evils neck! He goes rickashaying off the ropes and as he backs up, Felicity sets him up in position and hits him her patent Heart-Felt Ending! She makes the cover.

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Eliminated - D-Evil.

It's down to the team of Tyrus Mays and Ethan Matthews against Felicity and Ashley Sullivan. Felicity gives Ethan a moment to get to his feet, smirking arrogantly in his direction. It's almost as if she's baiting him in, motioning from him to bring it. The two meet in the center of the ring and start going kick for kick! Felicity kicks Ethan in the leg... Ethan kicks Felicity in the abdomen... Felicity returns a kick to the abdomen... Then both competitors go for a head kick at the same exact time, knocking one another out!

They both crawl to their respective corners and make the hot tag simultaneously. Ashley and Mays meet in the center of the ring going blow for blow. Mays gets the upperhand after a Samoan Drop. Meanwhile, Felicity and Ethan Matthews are going at it on the outside of the ring! Mays glances over to see his partner and Felicity still kicking away at one another, allowed Ashley Sullivan to sneak up behind him... Into Dust!!! She makes the cover...

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Winners: Ashley Sullivan and Felicity(17:57)

Referee Robinson grabs the brand new tag team championships and hands them to Felicity and Ashley. Both ladies are overjoyed as Ashley holds the belt up high, and Felicity drops to her knees staring down at the title. Felicity starts to cry before embracing in a hug with Ashley. Lyle Risky comes out onto the stage, with laptop BB in hand, both men applauding the two ladies inside the ring. Brandon looks as if she's shedding a tear while the newly crowned tag team champions celebrate their victory until Defiance goes off the air.

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