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D E F I A N C E - EPISODE 6
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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 6!
Dynasty Spectrum - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sunday, December 22th, 2013




I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT!

A scene of both Cain Morgan and Emilio Vialpando reaching for the HKW Championship from the top of a ladder flashes on the screen

Yeah, can't stop now...
This may be the last chance I get, to be famous


A clip of Scandalous Tony hopping up and down shaking his arms as he warms up in his locker room while watching Defiance fades in...

You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose


Darwin Ridley is seen sitting on a dark and evil type throne as one and two kneel before him.

Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes


Jackson Strong is seen running the backstage hallways looking back behind as a group of men in leather and jean cuts are seen watching him run.

I just wanna be famous...

Xavier Asher Daniels is seen standing before a crowd

...But...Be careful what you wish for!

A clip of Joey Perello beating Prince McRear up backstage. After he is done he smirks and lets out a small chuckle before walking away showing off his cut..

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed up post office worker


Jason Mentez is seen walking out onto the stage with a cocky smirk on his face as he looks around at the crowd.

A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter


Tank is seen throwing a table into the lockers as if he was pissed about something as he yells out. Felicity and Ashley Sullivan are shown talking to Annie Zellor. They turn around and give a member of staff the #grrface.

Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em


A Defiance logo flashes on the screen as Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky are seen sitting in their office behind the desks with their feet propped up on the them.

'm back for revenge.
I lost the battle, that ain't happening again


Kai is seen kneeling looking up as he moves his black long hair away from his face revealing his angered expression.

I'm at your throat like strep
I step strapped with a pen


Banksquiat is seen getting into someones face.

Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win.


Gwen Massey is seen hanging over the ropes laughing at her opponent.

Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic priors

Highlights for both Star & Angel Deveraux then fades as you think it would be the end...

Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch


Michael Myers is seen sitting on the steps next to a jackolantern. The camera then zooms into his eyes as the Hard Knox Wrestling logo fades in.

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"Almost Famous" by Eminem continues to blare over the arena sound system as the fans jump to their feet and erupt into cheers to witness the upcoming show. The atmosphere is special as the fans are definitely pumped for this Special Edition Defiance. At the conclusion of the video we see a beautiful pyro display that dazzles and awes as the fans continue to cheer.

The video continues to play and soon enough, we have the "Wonder on the Mic" Maddison Harthrone and Mark Tango on camera.


Maddison Harthrone: Here we are! Defiance Six!

Mark TANGO: AND I JUST WANNA BE FAAAAAAAMMMMOOOOUUUUSSSSSS!

Maddison Harthrone: Ahem...yeah. Tonight is gonna be one of the BIGGEST nights in Hard Knox Wrestling history! The HKW Championship is up for grabs! The first ever No Limits Champion will be crowned! And, someone will win a golden opportunity to challenge for the HKW Championship whenever! It's gonna be a wild, wild night!

Mark TANGO: Yeah, but you're forgetting the BEST part! In a few minutes... Someone's getting FIRED!

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This is a recording Ethan Matthews did yesterday for Hard Knox Wrestling.

Ethan Matthews hadn't long woke up but he was heading to see his Sensei who had already voiced his concerns about Ethan. Marcus Monroe was the name of his Sensei. The guy may not look much but he damn well knew how to get things done. This is why no matter what he had to say Ethan knew he'd have to listen.

Walking into the Dojo Ethan stops and bows out of respect before entering and kneeling down beside Marcus his Sensei. Marcus may look calm right now but he was like an Alligator and could and would snap at any time.


Ethan: So Sensai you requested me to be here today. I'm just a little curious as to why though. Especially since I've taken on board that you want me to end a guy's career. I may not be as happy as I make out to be doing it but I'm still going to do it.

Marcus: Happy or not you will do what i expect of you. What you need to know is that I'm the one in charge and you're the one who follows my orders. If i say end Tyrus mays career then that's just what you will do. I don't and won't accept failure. Failure will result in you facing punishment.

Ethan: Yes Sensei. I will succeed at this task you have given me. I'm prepared to get rid of the trash. I'll use that killer instinct you say I have inside of me. This "Hitman" is going to successfully take out his target at any cost.

Marcus: That's what I like to hear Ethan. Now we must spar, I need to have you ready mentally and physically. So get to your feet right now and focus all that anger and use it against me.

Springing up to his feet Ethan goes to attack his Sensei who instantly puts Ethan to the floor.

Marcus: FOCUS!

Flipping back to his feet Ethan begins to get in the zone as the cameras are told to leave as the last thing we see is Ethan and his sensei sparring.

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We catch up backstage with Gambino and Tank. Gambino is shown wearing a jean vest, with a patch reading "Gambino" on the right hand side of it, jeans, and a pair of matching Jordan's. Tank on the other hand is shown pushing himself, doing push ups, counting as he goes.

Tank: 99... 100

Tank springs to his feet, and glances at Gambino who's texting away on his cell phone.

Gambino: Maaaan, Tank. If I showed you these pics Ty be sendin' me when she misses me?

He looks over at Tank and shakes his head.

Gambino: Naaaaah. Thems all mines. Alllllll mines.

Gambino stays focused on the picture on his cell phone, as Tank tries to have a look Gambino just turns around stopping Tank from seeing them.

Tank: Beeno realizes that sharing is caring right? Tank so pumped up right now that Tank could rip a whole chicken apart. Mmm... Chicken.

Shaking his head Tank tries to get the thought of food out of his head. After all he has a big match to win tonight.

Tank: Beeno think Tank can win? Tank thinks that Tank can win.

Gambino's fingers start moving across his phone screen, switching to the next picture, his jaw dropping just as soon as the pictures visible.

Gambino: DAAAAAAYUMMM.

Gambino grins.

Gambino: Can't wait till I get back to Cali, breh.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Gambino adjusts his Beeno Ent. snapback and glances at Tank.

Gambino: You already know you could win dis shyt, Tank. You beat Kasey once befo' and you can damn sho' do it again. And that Xavier nigga? Cold bitch, cuh. He don't even deserve to be in da match if you ask me, but aye. I guess B and Risky high on that nigga

#TankShrug

Tank: Brandon and Lyle always high on life or some shit. Tank guesses Brandon and Lyle know what's gonna happen. The way Tank see's it is there is only one reason behind this match. Kasey and Xavier are the lambs being led to the slaughter. Damn if only Kasey and Xavier were lambs, Tank could eat Kasey and Xavier after.

Tank just chuckles to himself as he stares at Beeno.

Gambino: And it's a chance for you to finally get yo first shot at gold. Don't forget that, Tankeeno. This match? This a numba one contendas match for the No Limits championship. It's about time you get some gold round yo waist...

Gambino glances at Tank's midsection.

Gambino: If that shyt even fit.

Tank: About time Tank took the chance that Tank got and made sure that gold is one step closer to being around Tank's waist. Urm... Maybe more like over Tank's shoulder since them title belt's been made too small Beeno. Tank's focused on beating Kasey for a second time and making Xavier regret being in this match.

#TankSmirk

Tank: Anyway Beeno... Tank gotta prepare for this match. Tank and Beeno catch up later right?

Tank get's back to doing some more press ups as he waits for Beeno's reply.

Gambino: Yeah. I'll see you befo yo match. I'ma go handle some shit right quick.

Beeno chucks up the deuces in Tanks direction before exiting the locker room.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the loser leaves Hard Knox match!

"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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following is scheduled for one fall. Where the loser must leave Hard Knox. Introducing first weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1" he is the "Hitman" Ethan Matthews.

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


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 backflip into the ring before preparing for the match as his music fades out.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing his opponent from Andalusia, Alabama... accompanied by Brooke Milton... 'The Amazing' Tyrus Mays!!!

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. 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

Match One
Loser Leaves Hard Knox
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As Brooke exits the ring (with the assistance of Tyrus), the bell sounds as Ethan waits for Tyrus to turn around and face him, and when he does, the two men just stare at each other as they meet each other in the center of the ring, both knowing that this could be it for either one of them. Letting out a sigh, Ethan extends his hand to Tyrus for a handshake leaving Tyrus standing there in debate with himself before he countered Ethan's hand shake with a standing Clothesline knocking Ethan hard to the ground.

While Ethan is laying on the mat, his breathe taken away from him, Tyrus follows up his close line with a quick leg drop onto Ethan's neck, making him grasp his throat and roll around the ring apron obviously in pain. Tyrus couldn't help but smile as Brooke encourages him to make the cover and he does so without taking a second to think about it.

One...


Two.....



KICK OUT!

Tyrus holds exhales in frustration as he he gives Brooke a stern look before bringing his attention back Ethan. He then helps Ethan to his feet as he himself gets back on his two feet and Ethan shows some fight and he delivers a few forearm smashes in Tyrus midsection which he treats like nothing but mosquito bites.

Ethan is lifted by Tyrus, up and over his shoulders and it seems like Tyrus is ready to end this as he sets up for The TM (Trademark) but Ethan begins to struggle making it difficult for Tyrus to keep a firm grip on him and soon Ethan breaks free and when Tyrus turns around to meet Ethan. Ethan greets him with a Muay Thai Combination followed by a Twisting Suplex Neckbreaker but Ethan wasn't done yet.

Ethan helps Tyrus to his feet and quickly slings shoots him against the ropes as he does the same to him self on the opposite side of the ring. When the two meet in the middle It would seem that Ethan's attack is also what Tyrus thought of as a counter attack as they both collide in the air trying to perform some sort of cross body.

Both men fall to the mat holding their midsections. Ethan seemed to take the brunt of it as he rolls over on his stomach kicking his legs in pain as Tyrus seems to be holding in breath.

The referee checks on both of them as he begins to count them both out as Brooke is clearly heard encouraging Tyrus to get up.

One....

Two....

Three....

Four....

Five....

Six...

Both men start to stir, using the ropes to get themselves up. Tyrus is up, now noticing Matthews still groggy. Mays charges in at Matthews and goes for a decapitating clothesline, but Matthews side steps out of the way. Ethan kicks at Tyrus' leg until he drops down, and Matthews bounces off the ropes and locks in his patent "Way of the Warrior"! Mays tries to fight as long as he could, but eventually, he taps out!


Winner via submission - Ethan Mathews (13:13)

Warrior by Disturbed hits the sound system as referee Robinson raises Ethan Matthews' hand in victory. Ethan glances down at Mays and simply shakes his head before exiting the ring and makes his way towards the back with a grin on his face.

As the match ends, the winner climbing out of the ring looking triumphant, it leaves Tyrus Mays in the ring with a scowl on his face. As he slowly pulls himself to his feet, the lights dim down in the arena and "Bring 'Em Out" by T.I. thunders through the arena.

Bring 'em out
Bring 'em out
Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth


As a pop of teal blue and white pyro goes off, Nero Darling steps through the curtain. She looks a little nervous to be in front of so many people and she's clutching her iPhone in her hand as she glances around slightly dazed at the crowd with one hand resting on her round, very pregnant stomach.

Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers gettin naked 'fore I sat down


As her music slowly fades out, Nero waddles slightly down the ramp to get a little closer to the ring. She looks solemnly at Mays in the ring before she glances down at the text message on the screen of her phone before she brings the microphone up to her lips.

Nero Darling: Oh haiiiiii, people who came to watch HKW because we're awesome. Soooo, um... I got a texty message from Mister Bwandon and basically he says to tell you...

She glances back up at Mays.

Nero Darling: That you're kinda fired. And by kinda I mean totally fired. Which kinda sucks for you but I'm sure you can find something else to do. Taco Bell is always hiring and I like Taco Bell so there's that. Or Radioshack, if they didn't already go out of business. But um, yeah. You're fired.

She gives Mays a sympathetic smile.

Nero Darling: Um. He also says to tell you that we wish you all of the best in your future endeavors.

As "Bring 'Em Out" By T.I. begins to play again, Nero waddles backstage.

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Backstage at the Dynasty Spectrum, the scene fades in with Scandalous Sunshine Tony Carmine looking like Bishop Don Magic Juan. fondling through his hair a bit before folding his arms. His long pink vest appear to be columns on the sides of his rock hard torso as he adjusts his Ray Ban shades. He looks to his left and laughs a bit, clearly talking to people the camera has yet to capture. After a long pause, Scandalous gets serious.

Scandalous Tony: Ava Adore and Annie Zellor. Sounds like the original rejected ideas before Veronica Mars. And to make matters worse, both of these women are just as basic as cable. Is this the competition you feed The Scandalous One every week Risky Banks? My first match was good. Tanner Sands and Cain Morgan (for obvious reasons) is tough competition. I create my own championship that is STILL more popular than the Heavyweight Title, and what happens? You two put me in a match with that gay ass Prince MacRear? Feeling all on my ass when he tried to scoop slam me in the ring and shit, you think that's entertainment?

He ran his fingers through his hair before letting out a small sigh.

Scandalous Tony: Then after I PROVED that I deserved the Sunshine Title, and that I was better than MacQuear, what do I get? A match with Hunter Werth. Whoop dee fucking doo. I whoop his ass too. Starting to see a pattern here, everyone? Ever since I shrugged off that first loss, I've eaten through everyone put in front of me. Ava and Annie, don't think that that will change with you two, either. You think these people want to see the beautiful and oh so mafioso Sunshine Tony Carmine in anything less than A plus competition? Let it be known once more; that poll on HKWOnline.com where they ask who should be the next to contend for the heavyweight title? I'm at the top of it.

Tony looks away, laughing to himself. He continues to play in his own hair while the frustration seems to be getting the best of him.

Scandalous Tony: No Limits is a wack ass name for a title, so best believe when I win it, it's going back to being the Sunshine title. And why shouldn't it? It's the brightest highlight of every Defiance because it'll always be associated with yours truly. With that being, said, anyone questioning whether or not I can go the limit and beyond when the heat is on will get their answer tonight. Unfortunately it'll be at the expense of your little beloved sweetheart, Annie Zellor. I want to give her the hardest of scandy: my finisher and my cock. It's always those innocent ones I love to corrupt the most. One minute we're in Five Below buying matching Hello Kitty iPhone cases. The next minute, I'm wiping her ass with cash, getting blumpkin...

Laughs are heard in the background along with a voice from afar saying "I remember that shit! You a fool cuzzy."

Scandalous Tony: I'm not fucking around anymore. I'm here to dominate and nothing else. People come out to these rinky dink ass events just because I'm the Lotus Flower. Precious out of the fucking mud. The only beauty amongst ogres. That's what you get when you see Scandalous in the ring, backstage, or even on your Twitter timeline. I don't need HKW, HKW needs Sunshine. Hell the world needs Sunshine.

He rubs on the pink fur.

Scandalous Tony: And don't take my word for it, either. That's just what I was told by a certain friend of mine. That same friend offered me to just skip out on this bullshit and take a seat next to him on the main PDW roster. I declined. I told him I wanted this. I'm going to bide my time and take everything I can get. Luckily, I got two sets of sticky fingers: Randy Scandy. And oh...

The camera pivots a bit to the left to reveal PDW's newest enigma and #RicHomiez affiliate Bank$quiat. He stands tall with his raggedy dreads all over his head. He looks annoyed and ready to blow off steam.

Bank$quiat: Man fuck all that talking shit, I'm making it short and sweet. Tonight, I got that Halloween nigga Mike Myers and some thot named Ashby Cruz. I don't got no puns for ya names. I don't got no clever words trying to convince you all that I'm a big deal. Nah. All I got is hard dick for bitches and a banana clip for snitches. But since I can't bring my pole to the ring wimme, and I can't bend Cruz over the rope inside a ring and let her take the team....

$quiat cracks his neck as Randy's famous chuckle is heard off camera.

Bank$quiat: I'm breaking ya'll fucking necks on GP. Shit's been too real and I was told to start doing more positive with my life besides drillin' and hittin' stains. By the looks of it, this is a business where I can talk all the shit I want before and after whooping a mufuckas ass without getting in trouble. I ain't no London ass crumpet nigga but that sounds like my cup of tea. There's a lot of fuck niggas and busted ass bitches in HKW; but where we come from, those muthafuckas never last long.

Scandalous Tony: They don't last at all. Ava and Annie, you two better enjoy my attention. You two better savor the fact that for one night only, Sunshine is only thinking of you. I don't concern myself with the bullshit and I'm damn sure not one for backstage politics. You girls love being in the mix, chopping it up with everyone backstage thinking it'll give you more clout. Ya'll hos think that staying in the GM's offices and putting on a show for the crowd will get you position in HKW...it won't. All it does is line you up to be knocked down by dudes like us who are just in it to cause pain and get shit done.

Bank$quiat: Homiez who ain't afraid to shake boats and ruffle feathers. Ya'll a buncha chicken shits. Frail and too eager. You see HKW as a place to shape your future shitty ass careers. We see HKW as open season for the bitch-made.

Scandalous Tony: Open season because no one is safe. We're no longer concerned with doing things the way Risky Banks tells us. We're only concerned with winning, and we don't need to mingle, network or kiss ass with the higher ups to do so. The way I see it, none of you can stop us because you just aren't fucking good enough. And I'll prove it when I get my Sunshine title back tonight.

$quiat turns to Tony.

Bank$quiat: And I'll be right there witchu BroGod, cuz I'm making quick work of these bitches. Matter of fact, I think I'm next on some shit.

Tony looks at him up and down.

Scandalous Tony: Wrestling in that? So hideous....

Bank$quiat: If you was black, you'd be a lightskin nigga....

Scandalous Tony: But you're actually a lightskin....whatever.

Bank$quiat: Only on camera fuck nigga, now wish me luck...lil bitch.

Bank$quiat slaps Scandalous on the chest before dipping away from the camera. Scandalous laughs a bit, looking on before turning to Randy.

Scandalous Tony: They're even racist against each other. I don't understand....

Randy The Pilot: I do. Listen to Drake and then listen to Jay Rock. Big difference.

The two continue talking as the camera fades to black.

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Previously recorded earlier in the day, we find Kayla Callahan-Maivia in the training area designated for those in HKW, violently beating on the punching bag as if it did something harmful to her. After a mixture of punches and kicks, she bent over and grabbed a kendo stick and began to strike the bag in various areas before she threw it to the ground and exhaled loudly.

Kayla: There will be nothing that will stop me from getting my hands on Zakk Lewis for what he did at the last Defiance. nothing will be able to hold me back when I unleash a barrage of moves on him to where he will NOT be expecting what is to come next.

She punches the punching bag forcefully once more as she stood there just shaking her head..

Kayla: A shame, a damn shame. You were all talk and yet you are another one of those people similar to most on the roster who rather fight with words than with these..

Kayla holds up her fists

Kayla: You rather call me out of my name but will you have the chance to do it in the ring? Will you have the balls to call me a 'bitch' when I am beating you down with a steel chair? Will you continue to think that you are the 'best' OR 'better' than me when I break your jaw with a chain wrapped around my knuckles? I'd like to see you try Mr. Lewis

She sucked her teeth as she reached for the kendo stick once again and began to twirl it around with ease..

Kayla: Do you recall my words Mr. Lewis? About what would happen if 'WE' were to have won that match? How not only would we have sent messages to one another but to the whole roster? Instead Team 420 B.C sent that message and look where they are? In a Tables Tag Team Championship title match. What message do you think you sent to the HKW universe? The HKW Management; Banks and Risky huh? That you were a puppet on a string and can be pulled every which way? A little bitch who cannot do anything without their 'masters' orders? Yeah sounds about right..

Look, I continued the fight after you decided to leave. In return, I am a 'legit' member of the HKW roster which means, I can do what I want, when I want. Yes, those females were strong.. in numbers only. I handled myself one on one against them. Ask yourself, do you think you could've?

She posed the question as she tilted her head slightly to the side before moving the loose strands out of her face

Kayla: Defiance VI, tonight's the night that I have been waiting for since Defiance V. The night where you and I meet in the ring knowing that blood will be spilled, knowing that someone will be seriously injured. Tonight you and I will meet in this street fight that can take us anywhere in the arena. The cheap seats if we so desired. I plan on making sure that everyone knows my name after the beating that I administer to your sorry ass. I will not hold my tongue and I will not hold back.

Zakk this will be your end before you could even really get started. I want you to know what it feels like to be in a hopeless situation where you have to call out 'Help'. To have to beg for someone to have pity on your useless ass. That is what's going to happen tonight. No questions asked.. I promise you that.

Kayla said she walked away as the scene faded out..

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As the scene fades backstage Lyle Risky is seen walking into his and Brandon Banks' office. He looks over to the other side of the LEGO wall and sees Brandon sitting there at his desk messing with his tie. Risky grunts as he turns to exit the office as if he didn't want to be in the same room as the man he used to manage.

Brandon Banks: The hell you doin' yo?

Still playing with his tie, Brandon looks up just as Risky was about to leave the door.

Brandon Banks: Damn yo. You really still mad about all this shit? I thought you'd be over this dumb shit right now.

Risky stops in the doorway gripping his hands into a fist.

Lyle Risky: What?

He turns towards Brandon.

Lyle Risky: The fuck you just say to me?! You think all that shit can just be forgiven and forgot?! Fuck you! You ain't even ATTEMPT to hit me up to apologize. To fuckin' talk shit out. Fuck you!

Brandon sits up from his chair, letting go off his tie and points his finger at Risky.

Brandon Banks: What?! I... didn't.... WHAT?!

Banks stands up, pushing his chair down to the ground.

Brandon Banks: I said I wasn't gonna talk to you bout that shit through Twitter on the phone, but fuck.. I called you... twice. Two times I called you, and you could even ask Kenny cause he's the one who convinced me into callin' you. But nah, you didn't answer. Then I waited till Defiance. I come here, and this..

Banks points at the LEGO wall built inside the co-office.

Brandon Banks: You have this shit built, bruh?! Before I could even explain anything?! Don't act like you ain't done no foul shit here, Risky. I started it, yeah. You continued the shit with this dumb fuckin' wall.

Banks turns to the wall, and spits on it.

Brandon Banks: That's what I think bout cha fuckin' wall.

Lyle opens his mouth shocked that he spat on the wall. He shakes his head putting his hand on his hips.

Lyle Risky: You called me? Nah bruh? I DIDN'T GET NO DAMN PHONE CALL FROM YOU! Stop lyin'....Stop your fuckin' lyin"! You can lie to every fuckin one else but not me damnit! Don't you dare lie to me!

Lyle steps over onto Brandon's side of the wall.

Lyle Risky: Some fuckin' friend you are. Some. Fuckin'. Friend. To think you're the Platinum Medalist...YOU BRING SHAME TO THAT MEDAL!

Banks turns his head and looks over at the Platinum Medal framed on his wall.

Brandon Banks: .... The fucked did you say?

Banks looks over at the medal once more, balling his fists up, fuming after hearing Lyle's words.

Brandon Banks: You lucky I don't smack you in the head right now. You ain't gotta go personal like that. I did call you mawfucka, check yo damn missed calls. And shit, YOU still had this damn wall built before talkin' to me!

Banks exhales, unclenching his hands and picking his chair off up from the floor.

Brandon Banks: Listen... can't be doin' this shit right now.

Risky waves his hands.

Lyle Risky: Oh cause nobody wants you to ruffle up your nice and fancy tux. Oh no! The world would just crumble if that happen.

He waves off Brandon and pulls out his phone. He starts to look through his missed calls.

Lyle Risky: Nope...See no fakes in my missed calls. Nope...

He looks back up to him.

Lyle Risky: ...Fuckin' liar.

Brandon Banks: They were a freaking month ago! Once that damn wall got built, I was like fuck this.

Banks takes a seat, trying his damndest to remain calm.

Brandon Banks: Yooo. You know what? I know what's goin' on here. You tryna get us fired, right? You tryna keep havin' bitches like Jennifer Runnels comin' down here and spyin' like we need some mawfuckin babies.

Banks taps his index finger on his desk.

Brandon Banks: Nah, fuck that. We gon' settle this shit right now, yo.

Lyle throws up his fist ready to fight.

Brandon Banks: Man, calm yo ass down. I ain't fightin' you. But shit, that gives me an idea.

Banks chuckles.

Brandon Banks: I bet you I could I pick a squad of four that could beat yo squad of four.

Risky laughs.

Lyle Risky: Just stop right there. Don't embarrass yo self bruh. But fuck it I'm listenin'.

Brandon Banks: Bet, lets do this then. We put each put up, what, like twenty-five k. The winnn' team gets to split the fifty g's. Shit, we'll even give each team member an envelope before the match. Them envelopes gon have shots in em. One for the HKW title, one for No Limits championship, and two for the tag titles.

Lyle rubs his chin and nods.

Lyle Risky: Aight bet, let's do it. How we gon' pick teams though?

Brandon Banks: Shit.. Uh, we could --

Lyle holds up a finger.

Lyle Risky: Hold up bitch, I got it! We gon' have us an old fashion draft and you know what? RED is gonna be makin' sure shit goes accordingly.

Brandon Banks: Aight, bet.

Brandon replays Risky's sentence in his head.

Brandon Banks: ... bitch?

Brandon turns his head, grabbing a pen off his desk.

Brandon Banks: Get the hell outta my side off the office mawfucka. Before I take yo eye out with this pen.

Lyle shrugs and turns around starting to make his way out the office.

Lyle Risky: Stop, I wouldn't wanna fuck you up in yo tux.

He chuckles.

Lyle Risky: Bout to go find RED though...

He walks out the office as the scene soon fades.

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The lights go out, the Halloween theme song by John Carpenter hits the sounds system, lights begin flashing, and out comes Michael Myers to a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring. From Haddonfield Illinois, he is known as The Boogeyman and The Shape. This is Miiiiiiichaaaeeeelllll Myeeeerrrrrrrs!

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.

'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.


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

She climbs into the ring, throws off the jacket and climbs a turnbuckle, pumping a fist into the air.

As "Looks Like Basquiat" by. Robb Bank$ hits Banksquiat emerges from the curtains on his bike with a blunt lit. Slowly cruises down the ramp slowly tying up his hair.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from ChIraqistan, IL weighing in at 178 lbs...BANKSQUIAT!

He locks the bike up against the turnbuckle and chills on the barricade with the blunt until his theme starts to fade. He tosses it before sliding in the ring.

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Now in the ring Banksquiat looks at both the horrifying figure of Michael Myers and the attractive Ashby Cruz knowing that both would put up a fight as he sizes them up from just first looks. Myers stands there motionless waiting for the bell to ring as Ashby hops in her corner ready for the bout.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Banksquiat rushes in for Myers swinging for a hard jab. Myers turns his head after taking the hard hit in the jaw but seems unfazed by it. Banksquiat takes a step back and tries for it once again. No luck, again. Myers stares at the new Rich Homie with a blank stare. Banksquiat goes for another punch but Myers grabs ahold of the mans neck. Ashby watching tries to go for a snap jab punch but she too is caught as Myers grabs her neck. Myers then unleashes a hellish Chokeslam on both opponents.

He refuses to go for the early pin as he picks up Banksquiat only to hit him with a spinebuster to make sure he is down for good amount of time as he turns to focus on Ashby.

Myer pins Asby into the corner turnbuckle hitting her with several combinations of punches and finishing up the combination with a clothesline from hell! Ashby almost flies over the turnbuckle but Myers stops this and pulls her back down to irish whip her into the ropes and hit a big boot. Myers walks over to the fallen Cruz stalking her down to inflict more damage but is hit out of no where with crossbody from Banksquiat.

Instead of being taken down, Myers stumbles back as Banksquiat looks up from kneeling down seeing the big man is still up. He can't believe his eyes and goes for a running missile dropkick. That gets the man down! Banksquiat wastes no time to go for a Stain that only gets the one count. He then gets up hitting a quick knee smash. He turns over to Ashby to try and gain an offense off of her but she is no where in site. As he turns back around she is struck with a spinning heel kick!

As Ashby gets Banksquiat down she wisely turns to get a shot at Myers but is punished after he hits a Halloween DDT! Even after hitting her with his finisher Myers is not yet satisfied as he goes to then hit her with a tombstone piledriver! It busts her wide open on her forehead. Myer stands up to admire his destruction but quickly falls down to his knees as he is hit with a low blow from Banksquiat.

With only being brought down to the knees Myers holds himself looking up to Banksquait who viciously sends the Halloween monster down with a shining wizard. Banksquiat then looks over to the injured Ashby Cruz and shrugs. He goes for the pin.

One....

Two...




THREE!!!


Winner via pinfall - Banksquiat (08:59)

He quickly rolls out of the ring as he watches Myers stand up to his feet watching as the show fades into commercial break.

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The scene fades to one of HKW's promised prospects, Kayla Callahan-Maivia who was seen looking around as if in search of something. Scanning each and every doorway until she pauses in front of one and is seen taking a deep breath before exhaling. The camera zoomed in slight to see which person's name was on the door and it read 'Co-General Manager's Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky'. Another few seconds passed before she nodded her head and opening the door to see a small female standing on Brandon's desk chair as she dips a paint brush into some bright teal paint and then onto the wall, carefully repainting the office.

Kayla: Umm.. Excuse me? Is this the right office? I was looking for Brandon Banks?

Kayla asked softly not trying to offend or startle the heavily pregnant blue haired girl balanced precariously on a desk chair.

Nero turns a little too quickly anyway and wobbles on the chair before she catches herself.


Nero Darling: Welllll... I guess technically it's still his office even though it's now the headquarters of THE GLORIOUS LEADER OF THE HK-DOUBLE YEWS.

Kayla tilts her head looking at the bright colorful wall and shake her head in agreement.

Kayla: Looks very nice there. Very 'teal' if you will and glorious leader of HKW? Hmm, by chance did Banks quit or something.. and if so you must be Nero!

She snaps her fingers figuring out what had happened and then she steps back slowly slightly taken away by this.

Kayla: So if you are here does that mean you are already making matches? I've seen some of your ideas.. interesting nonetheless.

Kayla chuckles thinking back at some of the ideas. Nero carefully climbs down out of the chair and sits behind Brandon's desk. She regards Kayla carefully before she leans forward slightly.

Nero Darling: We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you've come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And you feared to be in my debt.

Kayla looks confused and starts to speak but Nero slowly lifts a hand to stop her.

Nero Darling: I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. So you didn't need a friend like me. Now you come and say "Nero Darling, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me "Glorious Leader." You come into my house on the day my bunny is to be married and you ask me to do murder for money.

Kayla: Umm.. Yeah, I'm sorry that I never invited you over? I think we can be friends and.. I like bunnies?

Kayla said as she shrugged her shoulders with a perplexed look on her face not knowing what to say next but winged it.

Kayla: Glorious leader, Nero.. You HAVE been good to me this is true.. but I come in need of an answer.. which Banks would have answered slightly. I need to know WHAT weapon of choice I should use to crack the skull of one Zakk Lewis tonight in our street fight oh, Glorious One!?

Kayla said with a slight giggle.

Nero strokes her pretend beard as she considers Kayla's request, staring off into the distance.


Nero Darling: Kayla, Kayla, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this scum would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance an honest woman like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies. And then, they would fear you.

She pauses, before she turns back to face Kayla.

Nero Darling: Also I totally recommend a piano. Hit him with a piano. It'll be pretty awesomesauce.

Kayla busts out in pure laughter trying to keep a serious face and catches herself

Kayla: A piano? Nero really? If you can have a rolling one down at ringside I would TOTALLY use it just for you! ... oh I mean Oh Glorious One. You are right, if that were the case, my enemies would be yours. I apologize. I have shamed the family

She lowers her head and shakes it slightly.

Upon hearing the title, Nero nods sagely and lifts her hand so that Kayla can humbly kiss her plastic Charizard ring. Nero stands and waddles around the other side of the desk and pats Kayla on the shoulder.


Nero Darling: Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, consider this piano a gift on my bunny's wedding day.

Kayla: Oh? Okay.. and tell your bunny congrats then and I'll be looking forward to the piano

Kayla said as she slowly backed up and walked out the room.

Outside in the hallway, perched high on a stack of moving crate, is Ava Adore. She's already dressed in her black wrestling gear and has a stoic, impassive look on her face as she quietly observes the things happening around her. Kayla is startled from the woman above her and she crossed her arms and knew the situation was about to change


Kayla: Ava.. I see you are prepared for your upcoming match. Same 'bland' expression hm?

Kayla said as she looked at the female with a smirk on her face, showing respect to the female.. probably the only one she respects here.

Ava snorts slightly as she doesn't change position or climb down.


Ava Adore Bland, perhaps. Or I just don't feel it necessary to display my every thought so blatantly.

Kayla nodded her head understanding her and leaned against the crates not taking her eyes off the female.

Kayla: Fair enough.. I'll give you that. Look, I am not here to talk shit or say you got this because I believe you KNOW you already have the match. I am not going to ask you about how you feel because apparently we are not on the level of conversating nonetheless. I will say this though..

Kayla pauses.

Kayla: If you DO win tonight and become the No Limits Champion, I hope that claim is true. I hope you can live up to it as well because I will be coming after you as well or whomever is champion. But with that said..

Kayla returns to her vertical base.

Kayla: You are cool in my books regardless of how you feel towards me. I consider you an extended friend.. one who scares the shit out of me and I talk to rarely. I do hope you win though, will present a challenge after all..

Ava nods with a slight smirk on her face.

Ava Adore I... see. Interesting.

She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully.

Ava Adore I won't bother to make empty assertions that I'm going to win, as my opponents have done because words are useless and anyone can use them. But when I'm No Limits champion... I hope you will challenge me.

She tilts her head slightly.

Ava Adore Could be... interesting.

Kayla nods her head and lowers it with that same smirk on her face

Kayla: Interesting it will be..

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Cameras cut to the backstage area. Zoomed in on a desk that the audience knew all too well. It was the desk in the office of HKW general manager; Lyle Risky. As the camera zoomed upwards fans got a glance at an unfamiliar face sitting in a spinning chair.

Of course the audience gave little to no reaction at the sight of this new woman. All they've read online is that she'd be on PDW's main brand shows soon. The camera man zoomed in on the beautiful Bree scribbling something on a piece of paper with the upmost urgency.


Bree: There has to be...No; in those whom seem negative there is always a hidden positivity.

Bree rested a trademark blue heart paper cutout on the desk of the general manager. Her reasoning? Unknown to the public. However; deep down she felt the urge to spread some love to Risky.

Bree: Nurturing the next generation of PDW.

Just then Bree noticed the camera in her face. Flashing the people watching a smile; she closed her notebook; got up out of the chair. The camera focus was now off Bree; now on the heart cutout resting on top of the desk. The scene fades out.

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The cameras cut Kasey Fontaine casually walking through the backstage area, her heels clicking on the cement as she does. She stops at a catering table set up with water bottles, as she takes one, opens it, and takes a swig from it. Just puts the bottle down as a small smile touches the corner of her lips.

Kasey Fontaine: Like what you see darlin'?

Ava Adore rolls her eyes as she steps out of the shadows, grabbing her own bottle of water.

Ava Adore: Hardly.

Kasey chuckles.

Kasey Fontaine: I thought I felt a pair of eyes on me. You scoping out future competition darlin', or you just checking out the goods? Either way, I don't mind.

Ava sips her water quietly and let's Kasey's question hang in the air for just a few beats past comfortable.

Ava Adore: If anything, it would be the former before it were the latter.

She shrugs, tilting her head slightly.

Ava Adore: But then, I assume everyone is competition.

Kasey turns to her and winks at her, chuckling.

Kasey Fontaine: Of course darlin', your secret is safe with me. But yeh, that is a fair point I suppose. You never know who is going to... step out of the shadows. So to speak.

Ava rolls her eyes again, her expression never changing from her usual guarded, impassive look.

Ava Adore: So to speak, of course. And your attempts at flirtation are vexing. I'd suggest stopping before I become inclined to dump you on your head.

Kasey puts her hand over her heart, looking offended.

Kasey Fontaine: Ava! How could you say something like that! Do I seem like the kind of person that would shamelessly flirt like that?

Kasey drops the act as she steps closer to Ava, her tone getting more serious.

Kasey Fontaine: But I would be VERY careful about making threats darlin'. I'm not like little Annie, or anyone else on this roster. You get close enough to grab me, and I'll bite your face off. So I suggest that unless you intend on backing it up right now, save the threats for someone who cares darlin'.

Ava's smirk widens but it doesn't reach her eyes as she leans in just as close, her eyes glinting dangerously.

Ava Adore: I would leave you stunned on the floor and be gone before you were even able to process what happened, Ms. Fontaine. However, as we both have rather important matches in less than an hour... perhaps we should just assume that this is your one pass and we leave it at that.

Kasey smirks back at her, leaning so they are almost nose to nose.

Kasey Fontaine: Ooo I love dirty talk darlin'. Maybe next time then huh?

Kasey chuckles in Ava's face.

Kasey Fontaine: Good luck tonight, darlin'.

Ava Adore: I don't believe in luck.

Ava backs away slowly, taking another sip of her water as she saunters backwards, keeping her eyes on Kasey before she finally turns and disappears around the corner.

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Hunter turns a corner still looking for his new lockeroom. He sees Brandon Banks on his cell phone and walks up to him. He waits a few seconds as Brandon Banks looks up and sees him. Brandon keeps talking and and Hunter stands patiently waiting. Brandon tells the person on the other end to hold on and puts the phone down. He then looks quizzically at Hunter and waits.

Hunter: Hey Banks! Can I talk to you a second?

Brandon Banks: Kinda doin’ like fifteen different things at once, but yeah. I got a minute to spare. What’s good, Hunter?

Hunter lifts his hands to where one is on top of his head and one is on the bottom and cracks his neck

Hunter: Don’t worry this won’t take too long. I just wanted to thank you, or have you pass it on to whomever for booking me before I was actually cleared from my neck injury.

Banks smirks, not knowing what exactly to make of that comment.

Brandon Banks: I don’t know if you’re bein’ sarcastic or serious right here, but I’ll say no problem anyway.

Second guessing the decision now, Banks squints his eyes and tilts his head just a little to the side.

Brandon Banks: You can compete… Right?

Hunter fumbles through his pockets and pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper. He unfolds it and picks a piece of chewed bubble gum off it and drops it on the floor.

Hunter: Right, sorry man. My doctor said he faxed it to the offices or whatever, but I guess you didn’t get it. Good news though, he made me a copy for me ‘records’. So yeah, here it is if you want to see it.

Banks reaches out and grabs the piece of paper. He doesn’t even glance at it, sliding it into his pocket.

Brandon Banks: I’ll take your word for it. I just makin’ sure. But aye..

Banks pats Hunter on the shoulder.

Brandon Banks: We haven’t forgot about the work you put in before you got hurt, Hunter. And I personally haven’t forgot how you got screwed in the HKW Championship tournament by Larry and Lucia. Larry’s suspended because of it, and Lucia…

Brandon squishes his face, disgusted just by her name.

Brandon Banks: Man, if she was here… I woulda fed her to ya, put it that way.

Hunter has his fist balled up in the palm of his hand and is cracking his knuckles.

Hunter: I hear you Banks. And if I hadn’t been fed her, I would have definitely asked for it. Believe me. Too bad for Jackson Strong though. I don’t know him from Adam, but I’ve got a couple months of frustration to work out, hopefully that translates well in the ring. Anyways, thanks again.

Hunter extends his hand to Brandon and waits a few seconds. Brandon looks down at Hunter’s hand and meets him halfway.

Brandon Banks: Do your thing out there, Hunter.

Brandon releases the handshake and turns around, hopping back on his cell phone. Hunter then turns the opposite way returning from where he came from. He looked around a corner and then down at his palm reading a few numbers then head down the corridor out of site. The scene then fades.

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Looking down at his phone Lyle Risky is seen walking down the halls not really paying much attention to anything that’s going on around him just what’s on his phone. He smirks as he continues to read the text and begins to reply until he runs into someone.

Lyle Risky: Man watch where the fu--

He looks up to see Riley Lynn standing before him. He cracks a smile as he sees her.

Lyle Risky: Riley, what’s up? You lost?

Riley Lynn: Oh my goodness Lyle!

Riley is dressed festive wearing a santa hat and a red outfit.Riley runs towards Lyle hugging him tight. He hugs her back and laughs a little.

Lyle Risky: Damn, you excited? Thought you was here for the show, not me!?

He raises an eyebrow after taking a step back from her a little. Riley nods and smiles.

Riley Lynn: I’m sorry it’s just been a while.

Lyle slides the phone back in his pocket.

Lyle Risky: Yeah it has been. You enjoyin’ the show so far?

Riley nods slightly and grins.

Riley Lynn: Yeah of course you’re doing a great job around here….for the most part.

Lyle Risky: For the most part?! What you mean?! Look, this place would be going A1 if Brandon wasn’t here….mother fucker…

He shakes his head. Riley blinks awkwardly and looks around.

Riley Lynn: Yeah I heard about that….you guys need to get it together. I think Brandon is over reacting though…

Lyle grunts at even thinking about Brandon.

Lyle Risky: Forget him...He ain’t bout shit. Thought we was friends, but I guess the real Brandon Banks came out that night.

Riley nods.

Riley Lynn: Trust me I know Brandon Banks. I know how difficult he can be. But don’t let that worry you Lyle! Think about the good of Defiance.

He laughs and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: This is completely different than some fictional love story Riley...This some real shit.

He sighs.

Lyle Risky: My bad, that was uncalled for...My bad.

Riley holds her heart.

Riley Lynn: Damn….I was just trying to help. It’s okay though cause I’m jolly!

Riley adjusts her santa hat, and grins.

Riley Lynn: Speaking of this I must give you your christmas spirit.

Riley throws glitter in the air. Lyle looks up at the glitter falling on top of him onto his hair and suit. He chuckles even as it brings a smile to his face.

Lyle Risky: The hell? Fairy dust?!

Riley chuckles.

Riley Lynn: No, silly it’s Riley dust. It’ll make you level up this holiday season.

Riley turns to the camera smiling as if she were plugging a product. She then turns back to Risky twirling her hair.He can’t help but laugh. He covers his mouth a little.

Lyle Risky: So what? This my surprise or something?

Riley nods and smiles.

Riley Lynn: Ooop! and I almost forgot….

Riley pulls out a candy cane from her pocket and hands it to Lyle.

Riley Lynn: Merry Christmas to you! Level Up!

Riley points her fingers in the air as she says “Level Up.”He looks down at it and back at her. Back at it. Then back at her.

Lyle Risky: Not the present I was hopin’ for but, aight I’ll take it. Haha...

Riley shrugs.

Riley Lynn: Sorry kid…..that’s all I got.

Riley hugs Lyle tight and skips off.

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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: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, 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.

"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 of the crowd.

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


He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: His opponent... From Phoenix, Arizona... HUNTER WERTHH!!!

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

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Jackson started off quickly backing Hunter into the corner and nailing him with some body shots. He attempted a right hand but Hunter got an arm up and fought his way out of the corner, backing Jackson towards the middle of the rinf. Hunter then grabbed Jackson and whipped him into the corner following it up with a splash. Jackson stumbled from the corner and Hunter comnected with a bulldog. Hunter then sprangboard off the ropes and connected with a twisting legdrop. He then went for a pin, but Jackson kicked out at one and a half. Hunter stood Jackson up and delivered a knife edge chop and backed Jackson into the ropes.

He attempted to whip him across the ring but Jackson made a sudden stop and exploded back, connecting with a shortarm clothesline. Jackson stood Hunter up and attempted a suplex but Hunter slid down his back. He spun Jackson around and connected with an STO. Hunter climbed back to his feet and sprinted towards the ropes, sprangboarded off and looked to hit a forearm smash as Jackson got back to his feet.

Jackson sidestepped and Hunter landed on feet only to turn around to a running knee. Jackson lifted Hunter up and looked to connect with a headlock driver, but Hunter slipped from his grasp and got behind him, putting him in perfect position for the 'Hunted Down' Cobra Crutch Slam. Hunter connected and then quickly made the cover.

Winner via pinfall - Hunter Werth (07:24)

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What feels like an eternity but will be in just a few mere moments was the upcoming ‘Golden Opportunity’ Ladder match to determine who will become the next uncrowned HKW World Heavyweight Champion. Standing at the ready was the ‘Rebel’ Gwen Massey with a serious look on her features which were masked by the majority of her hood from her jacket. Standing there humming an interesting tune, in her zone, she did not feel the presence of another person whom was able to get into her ‘inner circle’ which most cannot do. Now having her attention, she looked at the female who had a warm smile on her features which not only bothered Gwen but made her wonder why. Gwen crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly to the right not understanding why the female would approach her.. no one else has in her time in HKW.

Gwen: Yes? Is there anything I can help you with? No disrespect of course but I was in a different place

She chuckled off trying not to sound nervous at all as the young female standing in
front of her began to fiddle with her hands as though she was nervous.


Onyx: Oh, no disrespect taken… but I was just wondering if you are ok.

Gwen rose her brow trying to dissect this situation that honestly came out of nowhere. Gwen rested her back against the wall and placed her hands in her jacket pockets. On one hand, She was flattered that someone would even approach her before this career defining match but on the other hand.. she wasn’t an idiot and always has thoughts of preemptive attacks on the mind.

Gwen: Yeah, I am fine. I just have trust issues and no one usually talks to me. So when someone walks up to me as innocent as you are, asking me if I am fine.. its weird you know? I mean, you seem like a sweet person but in this place, its rare that one cares about others feelings unless they are close to someone. Obviously, I don’t have that. So I apologize if I made you nervous as well..

She said towards her, letting her guard down slightly but her fist remained balled up in her pockets just in case.

The woman gave Gwen a reassuring smile as her hands went behind her back in a non-suspicious manner obviously she didn’t mean any harm or perhaps it was an act. For all Gwen knew someone could have sent her over.


Onyx: I completely understand. I’m just now learning that people will stoop down to any level to either make their message clear, get what they want, or to just have someone feel really bad about themselves. It’s not pretty no matter how you want make it up. Luckily I’m not in that line of work.

She says with a slight laugh as she looks at me. Gwen returned her laugh with a smirk as she shook her head and released a chuckle of her own knowing that was the name of the game at this point, time and moment. Gwen exhaled softly as she lowered her head slightly.

Gwen: Hah.. looks like that is everyone at this moment. I am on the receiving end of it.. but after tonight, i’ll be able to move on with my career and have earned a little respect on the way. I still might not understand why you approached me or what will you gain from it but you are alright Onyx, in my books at least.

She said with a smile and removed herself from the wall and patted the young female on the shoulder. Onyx looked over at Gwen’s hand before looking back at her face.

It was obvious that Onyx seemed confused as her mouth opened slightly as though she was trying to find the words to say.


Onyx: How… how did you know my name?

Gwen rose her brow once again and pulled out her phone and showed Onyx her twitter account and went to her page. She smirked slightly and then shook her head once again

Gwen: Because we follow one another and well, of course I wouldn’t freely talk to someone I wasn’t on first name basis with now would I?

She looked at the lost woman trying to see how long it would take before it hit her.Onyx nodded her head slowly.

Onyx: I guess twitter kind of ruins personal introductions doesn’t it?

The tone in Onyx’s voice made it seem like she was bit disappointed.

Onyx: Good luck in your match tonight…. Gwen. I’m sure you will do very well. Just keep thinking positive ok?

She nods her head and slowly begins to walk away from the female

Gwen: No promises.. but I will try because you asked.. Have a good night yourself

Gwen said as she turned the corner and out of view.

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The scene opens up with Zakk Lewis and Selena King.

Selena King: Well I'm here with Za--

Zakk grabs the microphone.

Zakk Lewis: You don't speak. You don't talk. I talk. Get out of my picture.

Zakk then stares at the camera.

Zakk Lewis: People are looking at me like I'm a fluke because they saw my first promo. And you know what, I saw those all those comments. And I wanna tell you all... Fuck You. A lot of people wonder why I do the things I do. For one thing, that's none of your fucking business. And that's goes for every schmuck that's watching right now. I do what I do, and I do how I want it. I didn't come here to make friends. Hell, I didn't come here to make stables, or become tag teams. I didn't come here to make money. I came here to be a professional wrestler, and become a champion. You see, I'm already on my way to the top here in the HKW. Sure, you laugh because you saw what you saw before. And sure, it's probably making your mind boggle a lot BECAUSE I said that. But I'm going to keep saying that. But why? Because you people should never forget it. You all pay money every week to see live entertainment, and the people you cheer are the ones that don't even deserve to be cheered on. You all make the fucking sick when you cheer on someone you think that got talent, but they don't. And it's not just you guys, it's not. It's the fucking people backstage as well. Hell, they give respect to some of the superstars that don't even deserve it. But I do. I deserve to be recognized as one of the best in this business. I deserve to be known as the one who is great one day. But what do you know? What do any of you know? You'll still buy the shirts of the worthless superstars, and all their stupid merchandise. And yet, you think they really care for you? Really? Most of these superstars come here for a paycheck. I don't. I come here to wrestle. I despise worthless superstars.

Zakk turns his head for a moment before looking back at the camera.

Zakk Lewis: This is a developmental company and I'm ready to be the one, one day, to take over and show this is the best company far none. And for the big criticizer that looked at my promo and said it was shit and commented "What the fuck am I watching?". Why don't you go back fucking your broad, and do us a favor and kill yourself. You're not here to show your skills, and the only skill you probably got is writing a story. I'm going to be creating reality. By the way. Whoever spelled my name as Zack Lewis in the photo before my matches. Fuck you. Learn to fucking read you worthless bitch. It's Z-A-K-K. I'm unique. So don't fucking label me as the usual. And for the record. Kayla? If you do happen to win tonight. I hope you glorify over it, because just know. Like a Saiyan, they get stronger after each fight. And eventually, I will fucking build a six foot hole and drag your lively body in it. There's your goddamn promo. Grade that.

Zakk then throws the microphone back to Selena and walks off set.

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Lollipop by Framing Hanley comes on, and Zakk Lewis comes out with his arms in an X in the air, then lays his arms down, and walks to the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a STREET FIGHT set for one fall... Introducing first... From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS!

He gets on the steps, and gets into the ring and gets ready for the match..

The lights dim as the drum intro of 'Knock Em' Out' by Lily Allen sounds through the arena speakers. After a few moments, Kayla walks out and she points out to all of the fans before blowing a kiss to them and starts making her way down to the ring. Slapping a few hands on the way there, she pauses and kisses the forehead of one of the fans before smiling.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent... Introducing to the ring at this time, hailing from Tampa, Fl.. she IS the 'Passionate One'- Kayla CALLAHAN!

Once on the apron, she turns and looks back at the fans and raises her arm pointing up before heading between the ring ropes. Waltzing around it for a brief second, she blew a kiss to the camera before she cut her eyes to look at her opponent for the evening.

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Street Fight
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Kayla Maivia went on the offensive early, starting things off with an impressive array of maneuvers. She took Zakk down with a deop toehold, and then connected with a lionsault. A pin attempt was made but Zakk kicked out at two.

Kayla kept the momentum going and after having connected with a buzzsaw kick, Kayla climbed the ropes and looked to hit a 630 Senton. Zakk was able to move out of the way and take control of the match. He pulle Kayla to her feet and connected with a Hammerlock Legsweep DDT and went for a pin but was only able to pick up a 2 count. He got her up and delivered an inverted facelock backbreaker.

Zakk then got Kayla up and whipped her to the ropes, as she came back he tried to connect with a lariat but Kayla ducked underneath. She hit the ropes on the opposite side and came back hitting Zakk with a double knee to the chest and riding him down to the mat. As Zakk climbed back to his feet, Kayla delivered one of her patented Superkicks to put Zakk down once again. She waited for Zakk to climb to hos feet once more before surging forward and connecting with her Rising Phoenix. She then hooked Zakk's leg and made the pin.


Winner via pinfall - Kayla Callahan-Maivia (12:21)

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As we cut to backstage, we see a large weight scale in the middle of what seems to be a conference room, possibly located somewhere in this building. Standing next to the scale is none other than Selena King, with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

Selena King: This is the official weigh in for the Mac Leonard-Brian Mason match later tonight! Now, it will be a standard singles match meaning that there are countouts and such. Should Mac Leonard win tonight....

The shot pans over to Mac Leonard, who is wearing a neon green robe and neon green rimmed sunglasses. He is hopping up and down just a little bit before throwing some fists in the air in front of him as his uncle begins to hype him up.

Selena King: ...Brian Mason will be fired from HKW and will sever all ties with PDW and CTN. If Brian Mason is the victor....

The shot moves over to Brian Mason, who is wearing a black HKW tee and some sweatpants. He has a small smirk on his face as his hype man starts trying to talk him up.

Selena King: ...Then Brian Mason will become the new co-host of Platinum Talk alongside Mac Leonard and Derrick Porter. Now, we shall move on with the weigh-in. First up, Mac Leonard.

Mac keeps his eyes on Mason as he takes off his green robe, showing off a bright yellow speedo with his face directly on the crotch. Mac turns around and the speedo reads “PT” on the back. He begins some soft-twerking action before turning around and grinning at a petrified Selena King.

Mac Leonard: You ain’t even purdy ‘nuff to be one of Mac’s Maidens, playa. Step aside.

Mac flexes before stepping on the scale. Selena peeks in and reads the weight on the scale.

Selena King: A whopping one-hundred and eighty-six pounds!

Mac flexes again, this time in Mason’s direction, grinding down on his teeth.

Mac Leonard: A hundred eighty six pounds of pure whoopass, PLAYA!

Brian just smirks as he shoos Mac off of the scale, Mac refusing to move until his uncle manages to calm him down and get him to step off the scale. Brian just shakes his head as he removes his tee, revealing his chest and stomach, which seems to show that he is in shape with the amount of muscle shown and the slight six pack, despite the fact that he doesn’t usually show it. His body is similar to one of a wrestler’s. Brian removes his sweats to reveal his orange and white biker short trunks before slowly making his way over to the scale and stepping on it.

Brian Mason: Hey, Selena.

Selena King: Hi, Brian.

Selena seems to flash him a smile before staring down at his body. After a couple of seconds, she shakes her head and quickly checks the scale, her cheeks getting a slight red.

Selena King: TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO POUNDS!

Brian nods his head before stepping off the scale and walking back over to his side. Mac looks somewhat stunned at the announcement of Brian’s weight, expecting him to be rather lighter.

Mac Leonard: YOU KNOW WHAT?! IT DON’T EVEN MATTER, PLAYA!

Mac pushes the scale down to the ground, scaring Selena away. He walks up to Mason, getting nose to nose with his opponent later on tonight.

Mac Leonard: Swear to DADDY LONG LEGS… After tonight!

He grins.

Mac Leonard: My people will neva… EVAAAAAA… See yo busta ass again!

Brian begins to chuckle.

Brian Mason: After tonight, you’re going to need a neck brace. After tonight, you’re going to have a brand new co-host.

Brian smirks once more before clapping his hands together and walking away from this awkward ass staredown. Mac watches his opponent walking away, nodding his head.

Mac Leonard: We’ll just see about that.

Mac reaches out with his right arm, and looks directly at the palm of his hand.

Mac Leonard: Keep that pimp hand strong, playa.

With that, Mac turns around himself as we go back to the arena.

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Outside the Dynasty Spectrum we see a Jeep Cherokee pull up and, out of the passenger side door, out jumps HKW wrestler and perennial crowd favorite, Annie Zellor. She grabs a bag off the seat and waves goodbye to the driver before the SUV moves away. With a smile on her face, Annie head towards the entrance to the arena - only for a shadowy figure to step out in front of her.

Ava Adore: Your mother doesn't wish to witness your defeat? Again?

Ava smirks slightly, arching an eyebrow at the departing vehicle.

Annie Zellor: Nooooo, it's not even like that.

Ava Adore: Hmm.

Ava walks in a circle around her smaller foe, but Annie turns with her.

Annie Zellor: I know what you're tryna do and it sooo won't work!

She says, taking a step back.

Ava Adore: And what it is that I'm trying to do, child?

Annie Zellor: You're tryna get in my head before the match. Stop it! It's not gonna work.

A wan smile appears on Ava's face.

Ava Adore: It's already worked, Zellor. I've been all you've thought about, tweeted about, for over a month now. I'm in your head already.

Annie shakes her head defiantly.

Annie Zellor: Nuh uh! The only thoughts in my head are about me kicking your ass and Tony's ass and becoming the first ever HKW No Limits Champion!

She says, pulling her #grrface to try and intimidate Ava.

Annie Zellor: What you gotta say about that? Huh. Huh. Huh...

She repeats the word, each time poking Ava in the chest.

Ava glances down at Annie's finger, poking her in the chest and then back at the girl herself, rolling her eyes.


Ava Adore: Your intimidation tactics are laughable.

She advances slightly on Annie, forcing the other girl to take a few steps backwards. Ava continues walking forward and forcing Annie back until Annie finds her back against the wall.

Ava Adore: As I said... laughable.

Ava smirks coldly before she gives a dark chuckle.

Annie Zellor: Oh yeah, just wait until we get in that ring, then we'll see who's laughing. Because I'm telling you now, Ava, you ain't gonna be able to beat me again.

Her words are undermined, however, by her braced position against the wall.

Annie Zellor: I'm tougher than before, faster than before, better than before and you're sooo not gonna beat me this time.

Ava Adore: We'll see, Zellor.

With that, Ava walks away backwards, never taking her eyes off Annie, who eventually moves away from the wall to dust herself off, her #grrface still showing.

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Outside the Dynasty Spectrum we see HKW’s “Reaper” Joey Perello, pulling back on a Marlboro cigarette, with his other arm leaned up against the Spectrum. Perello is already in his ring gear, only wearing a sweatshirt with “Reapers” on the front of it. There’s a camera crew with him as Perello flicks away his cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the air.

Joey Perello: You should have listened…

Perello’s dead, blue eyes meet with the camera, a small smirk appearing on his face.

Joey Perello: I told you all that your heroes would fall one by one.

He nods, the smirk on his face growing even wider.

Joey Perello: And they have. It started with Prince MacRear… A worm that all of you loved for his… Flamboyance, if you will… But he’s gone… He’s gone and you will never see him again.

Joey lowers his gaze, now staring down at the cement beneath his boots.

Joey Perello: He’s gone because of me. You know who else is gone because of me? D-Evil. A man who I can actually relate to. Once a proud man… A true hero… Who lost it all because of you unappreciative life forms. They… THEY call you people, but I don’t. You’re too pathetic to people.

Joey’s eyes meet the camera once again.

Joey Perello: You see, people? They have hearts. They recognize that the real heroes of this world are former officer of the law like myself, and even an Erin Daniels. Hell, even D-Evil…

He shakes his head, whispering “no” softly.

Joey Perello: Blake Cogen… Is a hero. Well… He was a hero. At Defiance V I saw that Blake was suffering. I saw the pain he was in from the life that he now lead… I put Blake out of his misery. I put the final nail in his coffin. I’ve done my good deed for the holidays, and now?

He chuckles mildly.

Joey Perello: I get to do what I love to do… Break faces.

Perello walks toward the cameraman until only his face is the only thing visible.

Joey Perello: Scott Lost… The Reaper is gonna gitcha!

The camera feed turns into a static as the camera transitions back to ringside.

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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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Mindon, Ontario, Canada, standing at six-foot-two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, Scott. Lost!

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

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

Close your eyes
So many days go by
Easy to find what's wrong
Harder to find what's right


The camera then pans towards the crowd as Joey Perello is seen making his way through the audience.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: His opponent... Standing at six foot two inches tall. Representing the Reapers in Pride... JOEYYY PERELLOOOOO!!!

His cold blue eyes are locked on the the ring, not paying attention to a soul around him.

I believe in you, I can show you
That I can see right through all your empty lies
I won't stay long in this world so wrong


Perello hops over the barricade and glances at the ring, staring a hole through ring announcer Sadee Sanderson McLean. Perello slides into the ring and gets to his feet.

Say goodbye
As we dance with the Devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the Devil tonight


He walks to the center of the ring and raises on of his arms in the air with his fist clenched and waits for the match to begin.

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The match begins with neither Perello or Lost moving far from their respective corners. Perello's the first to make his way out of the corner as he charges toward Lost, only for Lost to meet him a kick to the midsection. Lost hits Perello with a stiff right hand to the jaw before taking him down with a snap suplex. Lost springs off the ropes and goes for a Senton splash, but Perello rolls out of the way, causing Lost to land hard on his back. Perello gets to his feet and stomps down on Lost's leg, then follows it up with a stomp onto Lost's other leg. Perello grabs both of Lost's leg and looks like he's about lock in a Boston Crab, but instead, he swings Lost to the side and Lost's head meets the bottom turnbuckle padding!

Perello quickly gets Lost to his feet and goes for the "Your Tragic Ending" pedigree, but Lost transitions himself out of it and hits a Dragon Suplex with a bridge!...

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Thr---KICKOUT! Perello barely gets his shoulder up in time. Perello staggers to his feet, but Lost lunges in and hits Perello with a dropkick that sends him into the corner. Lost charges in for a body avalanche, but Perello side steps out of the way, causing Lost to hit his chest hard off the turnbuckles. Perello grabs a hold of Lost's head and bashes his head of the top turnbuckle repeatedly until Lost falls against the mat. Uncharacteristically, Perello climbs up to the top rope and dives off, dropping an elbow on Lost! He makes a cover.

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Thr---KICKOUT!Perello is shocked, but doesn't waste much time, wrapping lost in an Anaconda Vice just as he gets his shoulder up! Lost fights out of it, using his free hand to pull Perello's head back, then bashing him in the skull with his knee until Perello lets go. Both men slowly make their way back up to their feet, and go blow for blow with one another, with Perello getting the advantage. Perello whips Lost into the ropes, and goes for a back body drop on the rebound, but Lost counters it with a boot to Perello's face, followed by his trademark "15 Step" running knee lift, transitioned to the "Knives Out" clothesline from hell! Lost makes the cover..

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Thr---KICKOUT! Perello just gets his shoulder up as the refs hand was coming down for a three. Lost gets to his feet and motions for the "Street Spirit" cradle piledriver, patiently waiting for Perello to make it to his feet. Once Perello's up, Lost meets him with a kick to the gut, and sets him in position for a piledriver, but Perello manages to get himself free, and hits Lost with a stiff right hook, and follows it up with a Cutter transitioned into a Dragon Clutch Sleeper, a move he calls "No Escape". Lost crawls toward the ropes, but Perello pulls back on the clutch, causing Lost to finally tap out!


Winner via submission - Joey Perello (11:19)

"Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin plays over the sound system as referee Williams raises Perello's arm in victory. Perello rips it away, his focus still on Scott Lost. Perello looks as if he's going to attack Lost, but instead, gives him a sarcastic applause before exiting the ring and making his way back through the crowd.

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We cut to the back where we see Co-GM, Brandon Banks, finally out of his tuxedo, dressing in a black Champion sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and a pair of Galaxy foams. He looks frustrated, carrying a box filled to the top with items out of the co-office and down the hall.

Brandon Banks: Mawfucka wants to build a wall? Fuck that. I’ll just move my shit out, and get my own damn office. Can’t even be around that dude when he’s actin’ like that.

Banks stops right as he reaches the vending machines, pulling a dollar out of his pocket and sliding it into the vending machine. He reaches in, and grabs the bag of harvest cheddar Sun Chips, quickly opening the bag and going to town on the chips.

Brandon Banks: … Bangin’.

The short redhead known as Riley Lynn approaches Brandon from behind. She taps on his shoulder as she grins widely.

Brandon Banks: Adella… If I turn around, and it’s you and that fuckin’ neckbrace, I’m going to snap.

Brandon slowly turns around, not seeing anyone until he bows his head.

Brandon Banks: Riley?

Brandon looks somewhat surprised, chomping away at his Sun Chips before gulping them down.

Brandon Banks: Well, shit. I ain’t expect to see you here!

Riley smiles at Brandon moving her arms around in an excited fashion.

Riley: Brandon! How are you?!

Brandon tosses the half full bag of Sun Chips into the trashcan near the vending machines.

Brandon Banks: Meh is probably a good word to describe how I’m feelin’ right now. I still ain’t used to this boss thing, but aye… I’m learnin’. What brings you down to HKW land?

Riley smiles at Brandon and gives him a tight hug.

Riley: Just came to visit my old friends. I also wanted to see how these rookies are.

Banks shrugs his shoulders.

Brandon Banks: They’re aiiiiiiiiiiight. They’re no Brandon Banks’, but honestly? Who is?

Banks lifts his box of belongings from the ground, looking back over at Riley.

Brandon Banks: You’re starting to miss this whole wrestling thing, aren’t you?

Riley looks around and twirls her hair innocently.

Riley: noooooo…..

Brandon smirks, shaking his head in amusement.

Brandon Banks: You can’t lie to me, Ry. I know you do. I could tell by yo damn tweets you miss wrestling sometimes. Shit, why don’t you just come back already? Fuck, you could have this co-gm job if you want. Shits stressin’ me the hell out.

Riley giggles and shakes her head.

Riley: No thank you….but speaking of that. You and Risky still got beef?

Brandon nods, looking down into his box.

Brandon Banks: Yeah, it seems that way. Dude built this huge ass wall of LEGO’s in the co-office, so I said fuck that ninja, and I found my own damn office. He’s mad over nothin’ yo. I just… I ain’t tryin’ to apologize to his ass no more.

Riley nods slightly and looks around.

Riley: Well I’m gonna need you guys to get it together you can’t let this continue to get in the way…..but I do agree that he’s the one in the wrong.

Brandon rolls his eyes, not falling for Riley’s games.

Brandon Banks: … I know you better than that, Ry. You know damn well you don’t agree with me. Hell, you don’t even care that we’re beefin’.

Banks smirks.

Brandon Banks: These games you play? They might work with everyone else, but they don’t work on me. Now, I gotta get goin’. Got an office to decorate and finish painting. I’ll tell Squirtle you said hi.

Riley glares at Brandon.

Riley: I’m not playing games with you….but alright do what you gotta do. I’m gonna go spread some holiday cheer. Oh by the way here is a candy cane.

Riley pulls a candy cane out of her pocket and hands it to Brandon. Brandon grabs it and tosses it into his box.

Brandon Banks: Bye, Riley.

Riley smiles at Brandon, and hugs him again.

Riley: Buh Bye.

Riley skips away. Brandon watches her, shaking his head before he heads down the hallway toward his new office.

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After returning from commercial break, the camera zooms focuses on one Gwen Massey who was in her ring attire standing against a wall somewhere in the backstage area. The expression on her features was not one that many were used to. Determination, excitement and even hate were obviously there. Gwen gently pulled the hood from her head slightly back as her gaze met directly into the camera..

Gwen: Tonight's the night. The night that many people’s dreams will be broken along with their hopes and their bodies. The six participants including myself will be thrown into a world of nothing but utter chaos in which we will be able to do as we please to one another. Nothing restraining us and no one to tell us that the amount of pain that we inflict on our enemies is overbearing.

This is the night that many of us have been looking forward since the opening tournament for the Hard Knox Wrestling World Championship that was won by the current champion; Cain Morgan. A man who has been on the receiving end of criticism and not the kind that would help his popularity but instead have made the fans including some of the roster members as well as myself question if he WAS the right choice to be champion.

Making me question my decision to even interfere in that match and pushing of the woman who not only had the match but will be in the very same ring with the others and myself; Gia Van Zant. This match is what I would consider a test. A test to see how far one is willing to go in order to have a CHANCE to be the HKW World Champion. In addition to that, this will also be the match that HKW gets to see grudge matches come to a head when the likes of Kai and Darwin finally get their hands on one another. Gia and myself finally get to settle our differences in the match type that is nothing but befitting. Westley and Colton if they are even relevant to anything. The match ups are numerous but at the end of the day there can only be ONE.

She pauses as she holds up one finger and looks at it before looking back towards the camera.

Gwen: One person who will be the first to hold this briefcase, this contract that will allow them to make history by dethroning and becoming the NEXT HKW World Champion at their leisure, not when someone places it on paper nor when management decides to make them a contender.

No, the game has changed.

This is where the part about six going in and one emerging as victor comes into play seeing that I am not sure about my opponents, my rivals, my roster mates.. but I have no intentions on losing but all on contributing on the pending chaos that awaits us going into this match. There is no need to be trying to doll up and make yourself look good. No need to be trying to get those words from significant others who are riding the coat tails of another to entice you, pump you up for a match that you are not even cut out for. To be hiding in the shadows knowing that there will be nowhere to hide when out in that ring. To want to talk shit and haven’t been seen on the program since the opening days a while back. Or to constantly skip around infatuated with a certain pink haired woman who is soon to wedded.

That time has ended and it’s time to fight. This isn’t like our other matches where the pain can end after a three count unless you are dealing with a cunt of an opponent. No, this match along with the pain will end once the victor has rightfully pulled down that briefcase along with the contract safely embedded inside.

No one is safe and no one can escape this. The one who has the most resolve will win this match and that’ll be me. You all may be asking why me? Or could really not give a shit but I’ll tell you anyways. I’ve been here and have had to deal with the shit of what others have thought of me. Dealing with sitting second to those who have some ties to this sister promotion. I have had enough of that. I am a fighter, I am one who is willing to go as low as she must just to have this moment. A chance to walk away with a briefcase stating that I WILL be the next HKW World Champion. Do you really think I have anything to lose when I step into this match? No. I am willing to put my body on the line for this shit. I am willing to break peoples bones, their hopes, their everything just to climb that proverbial mountain and win.

Removing the hood completely off her head Gwendolyn sighed loudly

Gwen: No matter what happens out there. Whether I have to exchange blows with the mysterious and emotionless one as well as Syn’s little brother Kai, Breaking a camera over the head of Darwin who I still stand by my comments about his origin. Forcing the woman who is cold as ice and with a bad disposition, Gia through YET another table and a double con-chair-to to the pretty boy crew.. I am willing to do it. Unlike my other opponents who will speak of what they will do.. I can promise you these things. I will once and for all make some of the top names in HKW, the HKW fans as well as all of you watching …

She pauses once again as she taps her lips and then smirks

Gwen: Learn your places… Hands down.

Gwen said as she pushed the camera as well as the camera man out of her way as she adjusted her hooded jacket placing the hood back on her head and her hands in her pocket walking out of focus..

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Inside the Platinum Talk studios we see the HKW tag team champions, Descent, talking amongst themselves. The camera transitions around to show Selena King with a stack of papers in her hand as the cameraman counts her down from three.

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Selena King: Hey everyone! I’m Selena King, and we’re here inside the Platinum Talk studio with the HKW tag team champions, Felicity Banks and Ashley Sullivan… Descent!

Felicity and Ashley stop talking amongst themselves, just not realizing the cameras were rolling.


Felicity: Oh, yeah. Hey. What up with the what up!?

Ashley gives a wave to the camera as she starts to talk.

Ashley Sullivan: Hi, people. I’ll just keep it simple with that. I think Fel almost tore a hole in time with all the “What up.”

Felicity turns her head and playfully nudges Ashley with her shoulder.

Felicity: It’s a perfectly legitimate question. What up… With the what up. See? Simple and legitimate.

Ashley Sullivan: You’re seriously aiming for giving people a migraine aren’t you….. don’t let me stop you.

Felicity makes the #grrface in Ashley’s direction before smiling and looking back at Selena.

Felicity: Yeah, that might just be too confusing of a question for all the dumdums out there to comprehend. Ooooh! Dumdums are sooo soo good. My doctor gives me one after every visit. He likes me.

Ashley takes a look behind Felicity at her back before she continues.

Ashley Sullivan: You must be going to the doctor a lot with that ass then.

Selena rolls her eyes.

Selena King: Right. Okay then… Anyway, you two have been on quite a roll here in HKW from the very beginning. As a matter of fact, you two were the first to become a legitimate tag team here in Hard Knox. What made you guys start the team?

Ashley Sullivan: Well, why not work together as a team? You saw how the voting for who would get the shot at Cain went down. I still think you had it rigged to get yourself on that poll, bitch.

Ashley gives a laughing smirk with a look at Felicity with the jab.

Ashley Sullivan: Two of the best people in Hard Know, forming a team to go for the tag belts was pretty simple.

Felicity rubs her arm where Ashley jabbed her, making it seem like it hurt.

Felicity: Now I’m gonna have black and blues because of you… bitch.

Felicity turns to look at Selena.

Felicity: Yeah, pretty much what Ashley said. Plus, she was like… The only person that calmed me down before my debut match at the first Defiance ever. I didn’t even know her then, and I already knew I could rely on her. Honestly? I hope this doesn’t get taken the wrong way, but …

Felicity looks up at the ceiling and then shrugs her shoulders.

Felicity: Actually, I don’t care if it does… But I truly feel like we could beat any tag team in HKW or PDW. It doesn’t matter who they are… We can beat them. Call it cocky, I call it confidence. And truthfully? Since Sex Sells is having a clearance sell right now, I think we’re exactly what the tag team division needs.

Selena nods her head, flipping right to her next question.

Selena King: Interesting that you brought that up since that leads to my next question. There’s been speculation that you two have already been informed that you can get called up to the main roster at any moment. Care to address those rumors?

Felicity looks over at Ashley wide-eyed.

Felicity: Well…

Ashley squints at Felicity with a mock glare and shrugs her shoulders.

Ashley Sullivan: Don’t look at me to decide that one. God knows we’re needed though. We’ve made the HKW tag titles a thing. Leave it to us to save the PDW tag division. Hell, for all either of us know, we could get told we’re booked for the next show when we go to Reckless Endangerment.

Felicity: Which we wouldn’t mind at all, but we both feel like there’s still a lot left for us to do in HKW. I mean, we still have to defend these

Felicity points at her waist, then at Ashley’s.

Felicity: Successfully which we will do later on at Defiance. Hell, if we feel like it, we’ll collect all the titles down yonder, and THEN we’ll leave.

Felicity bites down on her lip, in deep thought. She switches her focus back to Ashley, poking her repeatedly with her index finger.

Felicity: Hey, hey, hey! We beat the HKW champion and the number one contender last week, right? That means we’re in line for a HKW championship match!

Ashley Sullivan: Ow, hey quit with the poking. You’re the one that should get the dough boy comparisons with all those dumdums you get. And Annie’s getting her chance to take that new No Limits belt isn’t she? But damn just dropping the belts if we do work PDW shows. Holding all those belts will be a good workout when we carry them around.

Felicity: Exactly!

Felicity takes a moment to go over Ashley’s words in her head.


Felicity: I really hope Annie wins tonight. I really do. But I’m friends with Tony too? And Ava…

Felicity looks down at her chest.

Felicity: Well, she has enormous boobs. I wonder if she’d like… Drape the belt around her chest or something like that?

Felicity smirks.

Felicity: That’d be soooo funny! I need to see this! Now!

Ashley Sullivan: What like her giant boobs three times the size of her head would hold the belt up? Just ew. But hey, at least with another tag belt to hold, I can walk up to Erin when she wins her chamber match at Reckless Endangerment with both my belts like “‘Sup, you too?” Since she’ll be the Prodigy and Platinum champ at the same time though I think management will make her drop the one then.

Felicity squints.

Felicity: You mean when Brandon wins the chamber, and then WE can walk up to them two and be like “Sup you two?”

Selena pops out of her chair right after Felicity’s response.

Selena King: Speaking of Brandon and Erin…

Felicity and Ashley stare at one another for a bit before turning their heads back toward Selena.

Selena King: Do the issues between your brother…

She looks at Felicity.

Selena King: And your cousin…

She glances at Ashley.

Selena King: Ever drive a wedge between you two? Not necessarily a wedge, but does it… Ever create tension between the two of you?

Felicity shakes her head.

Felicity: Nah. That’s their business. One thing I’ve learned from Brandon, and even Jayden was you always keep business and personal separate. The issues between them two isn’t any of our concern. It’s bound to happen, ya know? I’m obviously gonna favor Brandon, and Ashers is gonna favor Erin. It’s not a big deal at all.

Ashley Sullivan: Exactly. They’re both grown adults and can handle whatever business they have with each other and know to not bring it home with them. Just like us. Except they’re older…. like really older.

Felicity: Dinosaurs, basically.

Selena giggles.

Selena King: Do you two ever feel… Pressured having to live up to two successful PDW superstars like Brandon and Erin?

There’s a brief pause amongst the HKW tag team champions, neither one of them knowing what to say.

Felicity: In a way, yeah. There is. Hell, I’ve had what, six matches in my life and people are either comparing me to Brandon or telling me I’m only where I’m at because of him. That’s like, the main reason I don’t go by Felicity Banks. I just go by Felicity. Everyone knows Brandon’s my brother, but I don’t want them to look at me like that when I’m competing. In a way, it’s almost like a gift and a curse.

Ashley Sullivan: Tell me about it. Erin, and even Zack some, trained me so there’s that pressure to show that their effort wasn’t a waste. But in a way, I also want to show that I’m not Erin. I can do better than her. She’s what, like 26 now, and look at where she is in this business. Granted she did waste years doing the cop thing. I’m 18 already a tag team champion. I want to show that I can do better than Erin and get to what she’s done faster.

Felicity: Yeah. Granted, we’re all pretty much rookies here. The competitions still stiff, ya know? It’s not like everyone in HKW’s a rookie. Why there’s quote

Felicity tosses up air quotes.

Felicity: Established, end quote...

She drops her hands back down to her sides.

Felicity: … Wrestlers in a developmental territory is stupid to me, but hey. It’s their sorry careers. We’re only just beginning here. Like, Alistair? The hell is he doing? He’s regressing. D-Evil? Another one going backwards. Ash and I? Heh. Before you know it, we’ll be doing the same exact thing we’re doing in HKW in PDW.

Selena King: Is your involvement with Xavier Michaels any connection between where you are now and making that next step to the big time that is PDW?

Ashley and Felicity share a look before Ashley lets her know with a raise hand that she can handle this.

Ashley Sullivan: If you remember, the Michaels and Erin have business connections together. I guess that’s what made Xavier take that initial interest in us. So I guess, in a way, my relation to Erin did kind of come in handy for that. If anyone goes back to check his history in this business, he knows the ins and outs of it better than mostly anyone. So if he can pull whatever strings he can to help us get that extra notice so the old farts can pull their heads out of their asses and known talent when they see it, we’re grateful for the help.

Felicity covers her face with her hand, cracking up over Ashley’s comments.

Felicity: Old farts. Ew. That’s nasty.

Felicity continues to laugh, finally stopping to look at the imaginary watch on her wrest.

Felicity: Look at that. That’s about all the interest I have left in this thing, what about you Ash?

Ashley Sullivan: Pretty much. But then again, you think a lot of things are nasty... like guys.

Felicity’s jaw drops, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

Felicity: That’s sooo …

Felicity turns her head to look at Selena.

Felicity: She’s…

Felicity huffs and puffs before standing up to her feet, and looking down at Ash, #grrface intact.

Felicity: I hate you so much right now.

Felicity runs away. Ashley gets up and walks to follow after her at a much more calm pace and heads off camera, her voice can be heard still from down the hall.

Ashley Sullivan: You don’t mean that. You lurv me.

Felicity: Yeah, you’re right. I just thought I was gonna ask Selena out on a date after you said that for some reason. Damn. This is getting tough!

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The camera cuts to backstage as a very focused Kasey Fontaine stalks through the hallways, the heels of her “bitch kickers” are heard clicking on the concrete as she look ready for a fight. She is heading for the gorilla position as she catches someone walking towards her out of the corner of her eye. She stops and turns towards them, immediately raising her fists and snarling.

Joey Perello: It’s alright. I come in peace. This time.

Walking into the shot is the man who calls himself “The Reaper” of HKW. Standing almost directly in front of Kasey, Perello adjusts his jean cut before scratching his brow.

Joey Perello: A little on edge, Miss Fontaine?

Kasey lowers her fists slightly, looking at the man as if she has seen him somewhere, but can’t put her finger on where. She doesn’t quite snarl back at him, but she is very blunt.

Kasey Fontaine: Well when you have baby boy bitch cheap shotting cunts walking around mopping up the blood from their vaginas, you can never be too careful.

Perello chuckles at Kasey’s words, before letting out a sigh.

Joey Perello: I’m glad I’m not the only that despises Tanks existence. Everything… And I mean everything about him.

Perello closes his eyes and grinds down on his teeth, now starting to clinch his own fists.

Joey Perello: It disgusts me. I swear, if I could ever get away with killing a man…

He stops mid-speech, seeing the camera recording he and Kasey.

Joey Perello: I’m sure you plan on destroying the --

He throws up air quotes.

Joey Perello: “Baby boy bitch” tonight, correct?

Kasey drops her fists, smirking at him.

Kasey Fontaine: You damn right darlin’. I thought I made my intentions pretty fucking clear over twitter. Tank and that little fucking piece of shit Gambino are gonna be ground behind me heel by the time this match is over. Plus a title shot is on the line, as if I needed more motivation.

Her smirk grows.

Kasey Fontaine: I remember you now. You are that guy on twitter who was making Tank look like an idiot. That said, that could have been anyone in the entire human race, but I remember your face darlin’. Joey, right?

Perello nods.

Joey Perello: Indeed. I can see that your match is coming up soon, so I won’t take up anymore of your time. Just do us all a favor if you could.

Perello turns his heel, ready to walk away, but still with his eyes on Kasey.

Joey Perello: Remove that piece of shit from this company… No. Remove him from this world. Please.

Kasey Fontaine: I don’t make it a habit of giving out favours, Joey. But just this once, I think I can make an exception.

She turns her back to him.

Kasey Fontaine: Enjoy the show darlin’.

With that Kasey’s fists clench, as she walks towards the gorilla position, and out of camera shot. The camera cuts away.

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The arena goes dark and multi-coloured strobe lights shine through the arena as “Topless” by Breaking Benjamin plays through the speakers. Kasey walks through the curtain onto the stage to the cheers of the fans.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: 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 fist 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 nothing but his singlet and ring boots.


#TankSmirk

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

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!

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.

He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner. Tank then stretches out as he prepares for the match.

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.[/i]

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.

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#1 Contenders Match - No Limits Championship
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Ding ding ding!

The match starts off with Tank and Kasey meeting in the center of the ring, going blow for blow with one another. Daniels looks on from his corner as Tank starts to get the better of Kasey, hitting her with a short-arm clothesline. Xavier hops on Tank’s and begins pummeling at his face with right hands until Tank flips him off of his back, and lands on Xavier with a huge splash.

While that was happening, Kasey perches to the top rope and soars off, connecting with dropkick on Tank. Gambino hops onto the apron to distract Kasey, baiting her in. Tank gets to his feet and grabs Kasey by the hair, swinging her all the way across the ring. With Kasey down, Tank notices Xavier getting to his feet. Xavier leans himself against the corner as Tank charges in with an attempted body avalanche, but Xavier rolls through, and Tank lands hard against the turnbuckles! Xavier sneaks in and rolls Tank up.

One..

Two..

Thr---No! Kasey breaks up the pin. Xavier glances over at Kasey, who hits him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a quick snapping DDT. Tank sees Kasey just getting up, and flips her inside out with a huge should block. Tank lifts Kasey to her feet and goes for the “Tank Smash” but Xavier pops right back to his feet and starts kicking away at Tank’s legs until he drops Kasey. With Tank down on one bended knee, Xavier pulls back, and nails Tank with a swift boot to the face! But without noticing, Kasey sneaks up behind him and rolls him up!

One..

Two…

Thr-----Kickout! Xavier kicks out just as the referee’s arm was coming down for the three. Xavier and Kasey start going at it until Kasey ducks out of the way for one of Xavier’s kicks, and Xavier accidently nails referee Robinson! Xavier goes to check on the referee, but before he could notice, Tank rips Xavier to his feet and brings him back down with the #TankSmash! Gambino is ecstatic on the outside, pulling a crowbar out of his pants and sliding in the ring.

Tank points at a groggy Kasey Fontaine, as Gambino lifts the crowbar high in the air, ready to attack. Just as Kasey gets to her feet, Tank motions for Gambino to hit Kasey, but Gambino blasts Tank upside the head with the crowbar! The fans boo Gambino as he smirks, and innocently shrugs his shoulders, exiting the ring. Kasey has no idea what happened, but notices both men are down and the referee starting to stir. She helps the referee get in position, and pins a knocked out Tank.

One…

Two…

Threee!!!


Winner via pinfall and #1 Contender for the No Limits Championship - Kasey Fontaine(13:46)

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The scene fades in on Ava Adore, sitting quietly in one of the locker rooms as she tapes up her hands prior to her match. She’s got one hand nearly completely wrapped in black tape and she’s beginning on the other hand when she’s glances up sensing someone else in the room. At first, she sees nothing, no one else anywhere in the room. She glanced down for a moment, almost thinking that they must have walked out, before freezing slightly as she saw something right next to her out of the corner of her eye. She slowly turned, before she realized who it was. It was Kai, the white and black Face Paint already covering most of his face and his Trench Coat hiding his body as he sat cross legged next to her silently.

Ava glances over at him, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips before she quietly goes back to struggling to wrap her dominant hand with her non-dominant hand.

Ava Adore: Bored?

Kai said nothing for a few moments, his bright, Jade Green Eyes staring intently at the wall in front of him. His face twitched slightly, almost softening, the only show of anything close to emotion for him as he spoke quietly.

Kai: Not quite.

Ava finishes wrapping her hand and wrist before she glances over at him, mild curiosity flickering across her face. Kai continues to stare at the wall for a few moments before slowly turning his head to look at her, his eyes meeting hers.

Kai: [Stoically] You seem determined.

Ava nods, meeting his eyes with her own.

Ava Adore: I am… you seem to be as well.

Kai gives a stiff nod, before turning away again and wrapping both arms around his chest, his face still a stoic mask.

Kai: For different reasons, perhaps.

Ava tilts her head slightly, turning her body just slightly towards him. She hesitates for a moment, silently searching his face with her eyes.

Ava Adore: ...What reasons are those?

He stays silent for several moments, his black painted lips pulling into a very small snee as he says one phrase.

Kai: ….Ending it.

A very faint flicker of concern crosses through Ava’s eyes, nearly unnoticeable.

Ava Adore: Ah. Ridley.

Something passes through Kai’s eyes at the mention of his name, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared as he gave a slight nod. Ava fell silent for a few long moments, her face impassive as always as she glanced away from him.

Ava Adore: I see.

Kai slowly turns to look back at her.

Kai:Kai Do you?

Ava nods slightly, still looking away.

Ava Adore: I believe that I do, yes.

He slowly stands up, before slowly reaching a hand out and placing it on her shoulder silently, in almost a comforting manner, before he slowly turned to walk out of the room. He stopped right in front of the door, his back still turned to her, before speaking quietly.

Kai: I don’t believe in luck, so I’ll just politely ask that you please shut both of your opponents up for the foreseeable future. Hearing them speak annoys me greatly.

Ava nods, that same faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she does.

Ava Adore: It’s my intention to do so. And as I likewise don’t believe in luck, I’ll ask the same of you.

Ava hesitates slightly and when she speaks, she looks a little surprised at herself as though she hadn’t thought she would say what she did.

Ava Adore: ...Be careful, if possible.

Kai still hadn’t turned around, but Ava could almost see his body relax, if only slightly, as he spoke.

Kai: I promise nothing. But I will try.

With that, he opened the door and walked out, leaving Ava alone to her thoughts.

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Walking toward the exit of the Spectrum is Tank’s apparent former manager, Gambino, still feeling himself after laying Tank out with a crowbar earlier in the night. He has a grin on his face, nearing the door until he bumps into HKW Co-GM Lyle Risky.

Gambino: Ayyyee breh. What’s good? You good? Shit I’m good. Don’t got time to talk though. We outcheaa.

Lyle looks around with his eyebrow raised. He points at Beeno a little.

Lyle Risky: I um...Wait, didn’t you just--

Gambino reaches out and tries moving Risky out the way.

Gambino: Outchea, bossman.

Gambino tries making his way passed Risky, but Lyle stands in front of him. He shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Look Jayden...Man when I was teachin’ you bout bein’ a manager I didn’t tell you about the consequences of attackin’ them wrestlers. Yeah sure I used to be a wrestler, but I was at a all star level in the indy circuit...Not the pro circuit. You remember when I took on Weston? Huh? When me and yo brother was doin’ some historic type shit?

He rubs the corner of his eyes sighing.

Lyle RIsky: Look...I don’t know what you’re doing...And look yeah you probably will have a better handle on this.

He steps back putting this hand over and on the back of his head.

Lyle Risky (whisper): Shit...should of never asked them to come here….

He looks over to Gambino.

Lyle Risky:.....Jayden…

Thrown off, Gambino tries to read Risky’s body language.

Gambino: Why you soundin’ like you gon’ fire me breh?! You can’t fire me breh! I gotta support wifey. Shit, she might be pregnant?! Aye, shit…

Before he starts to cry, Gambino takes a moment to think things through, making a “psh” noise when he was done.

Gambino: You can’t even fire me. I ain’t done shit wrong, breh…

Beeno nods his head, again trying to walk away from Risky.

Gambino: … gambino.

Risky waves his hands shaking his head.

Lyle Risky: Whoa, whoa, whoa!? Fire you? Nah, I wasn’t gon’ fire you. I was just gonna tell you...Make sure you doing the right thing. That’s it. That’s all I was gonna say bruh. Don’t start gettin emotional and shit, Don’t look good on ya...What would Zero think? Damn…

He pats Beeno on his shoulder.

Lyle Risky: I got pride in you man...I’m proud of you….You’re just growin up that’s all.

Gambnio: Right thing? Aye, I been doin’ my thing. You taught me that shit doh. You seen all these mofos talkin this shit? Ever since Lifah came through with that bat and Zero took that hit, niggas been thinkin I’m bitch made.

Gambino shakes his head, and his index finger in Risky’s direction.

Gambino: Nah. What I done did to Tank was a warning shot. And THEY ain’t have nothin’ to do wit Tank. That was ma idea.

Lyle Risky: Hey! You don’t have to explain shit to me. That shit when I got at Weston? That was all me too! I ain’t mad at ya. I’m just tryna look out for you bruh...Those gu--

He shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Just….Just make sure what you do is what you want. Okay? And it’s good for you and the company. Okay bruh?

He pats Beeno on the shoulder one last time and begins to walk away and the scene fades.

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The scene slowly fades in to Colton Sterling, already dressed in his ring gear and wearing an HKW t-shirt. Colton seems to be in a somewhat serious mood as he stands in front of the HKW banner, loosening up before taking a glance at the camera.

Colton: So, I was sent here to talk about the Golden Opportunity match I am going to be in just a couple of moments here. Now, I'd like to bring something up that Jason Mentez said a couple of weeks ago. He called me a "cheap man's Zack Jones."

Colton chuckles as he stares down at the ground, scratching his chin with a small smirk on his face.

Colton: And he called me that because unlike him and quite a few others on this roster, I don't feel as if I have to draw attention to myself by talking or by even doing something outside of the ring. You see, like Zack Jones, a former Cyber and Tag Team champ and one of the number one contenders to the Next Big Thing title, I feel as if the best attention I can get is inside that ring.

Colton looks up at the camera once more, the serious look coming back once more.

Colton: And that's what I'm going to do tonight. You see, I could start sitting down here and start talking shit until the cows come home, but I'm not gonna do that. I can come on here every single show and talk about my match, when I can just SHOW you how I do during my match. I could easily call myself a celebrity, create a fake title, say "donut" for do not, believe that I could be the savior of a division on the main roster, call myself a businessman, believe in legacy, believe in pain, believe in justice, believe in Santa, etc. Or....OR I can do what I do best and that is go out into the ring and wrestle.

Colton points to the banner behind him.

Colton: Now, don't get me wrong, this isn't a shot at the roster or to anyone in the Golden Opportunity match. This is just me giving a little rare talk. Don't expect this much. But hey, if you found what I said to get on your nerves, then I'm not a hard man to find. Me, you, that ring. Until then...

Colton moves up a bit closer to the camera to where you can see his light green eyes.

Colton: I'm going to go out there and do my job.

Colton winks at the camera before lowering it and walking away as the scene fades out.

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The HKW theme “Almost Famous” begins to play all around the arena as Brian Mason makes his way through the curtain, a big smile on his face. He stands at the top of the stage and waves right at the fans in attendance before making his way down the ramp.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois; weighing in at 232 pounds, BRIAN MAAAAAAASON!

The audience lightly cheers as Brian slaps hands with a couple before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring. After a couple more waves to the fans, Brian removes his tee and tosses it into the audience before heading over to his corner.

I NEED A HERO!

Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For a Hero" hits the sound The lighting makes the arena seem like a club, as strobes flash in accordance to the beat of the song. It's more than enough to cause an epileptic seizure. A few seconds later, a small platform begins to descend from the rafters. A spotlight shines on the platform as a figure leans on the railings protruding from the bottom. The figure is none other than the Platinum Talk co host, Mac Leonard!

With the platform descending steadily, it connects with the stage in sync with 30 seconds into the song when the songs beat picking up more than before. An explosion of fireworks erupts all around the stage area and the flashy PT co host is looking pimpin' as ever. Mac eventually walks off the platform dressed in an all purple: purple suit, purple shirt, pink boas, and white leather shoes. He walks down the ramp with that inimitable swagger of his swagger, taking his time soaking in all the cheers from the crowd before walking up the steel ring steps and into the ring.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, weighing in at a whopping one-hundred and seventy pounds, MAC LEONAAAARD!

He's all smiles as he puts his hands on his hips and looks out at the screaming fans, just completely in awe of the tremendous ovation and the amazing scene. His music continues to play as he enters the ring and looks directly at Brian Mason, and points.

Crowd: YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!

Mac unzips his jackets and rips off his tear away sweatpants, revealing a Barney colored purple and green singlet. Half the crowd erupts, while the other look away as Mac throws his hands in the air, ready to throw down.

Match Seven
Special Challenge Match
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Mark TANGO: Don’t forget, folks. If Brian Mason wins this match, he gets himself a shiny new co-hosting job. If Mac Leonard wins, Brian Mason splits from HKW/PDW. Here’s hoping Mac Leonard wins.

DING! DING! DING!

Brian quickly makes a move towards Mac, but Mac quickly clings onto the ropes and does a “timeout” signal with his hands and the ref is forced to push Brian back away from Mac. Mac quickly lets out a devilish grin as he slowly moves away from the ropes and reaches down to his boot, where he ends up pulling out some baby powder and sprinkling it in his hands before tossing the bottle. Brian makes a move in, but Mac claps his hands together, causing Brian to stumble back, coughing. Mac lunges in and smacks Mason in the cheek, pointing and laughing at his opponent afterward.

Mason finally stops coughing, and rubs the baby powder off his cheek. He sees Mac cracking up in front of him, and lunges forward to grab a hold of the Platinum Talk host, but Mac ducks underneath Mason’s arm and baseball slides out of the ring. Mason quickly reacts and goes after Mac, starting a chase around the ring! Leonard finally slides back into the ring, as does Mason. Mac drops a quick elbow on Mason, stopping him from getting up, but having little effect on him. Slickback panics, and tries to run away, but Mason reaches out and grabs a hold of Mac’s foot, tripping him and causing him to smack his face off the canvas.

Mac favors his nose while Mason stands up and grabs a hold of Mac’s head, lifting him up to a vertical base. Mac then pimp slaps Brian, catching him off guard. As Brian holds his jaw, Mac begins to twerk, but immediately stops when Brian turns his attention back to him. Before Mac can say anything, Brian runs forward and turns him inside out with a clothesline. The audience slightly cheers as it looks like Mac is out of it.

Brian grabs Mac by the head once more, kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up, and drops him with a sitout powerbomb! But, it does not seem like he is finished as he gets up to his feet and looks out at the audience, nodding his head. He quickly turns his attention back to Mac and gets him up to both feet once more. Brian Irish whips him to the ropes and runs off to the ones opposite. Both men bounce off of their respective ropes at the same time, but Brian lowers his shoulder and drives it right into Mac’s midsection, connecting with a spear! The audience is basically quiet in shock at what they just witnessed, but quickly explode to cheers as Mason hooks Leonard’s legs for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner via pinfall - Brian Mason (10:09)

Brian gets to his feet and celebrates his victory as the doctors quickly rush down to check on Mac, making sure Brian didn’t kill him.

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The scene opened up above the ring, high above the arena in the rafters, where Kai is seen looking down below at all that has transpired so far in the show. It is unknown how long he has been up there, or why he was up there. A long black trench coat was wrapped around most of his body, keeping his pale, scar-riddled body from view. His face, covered in the signature black and white face paint, remained stoic as he continued to stare down at the ring below.

He made sure to stay completely out of sight of the fans and the people below. He did not want to be disturbed at all while in his thoughts. His eyes then glanced down, staring intently at the ring nearly 50 feet below where he would be competing. But his mind was not on the match, or even winning it as he had said the previous week. His intentions have long since chanced, and he has decided that The World Title will be able to wait for just a while longer. There was something else that he must do before all else. Something that he should have done weeks ago, but was unable to...until now.


Kai ...Almost time to rid myself of you once and for all.

His lip curled into a small sneer as he thought of the man who has become a thorn in his side over the last several months, Darwin Ridley. While the two have yet to be in the ring in a sanctioned match together, that has not stopped either man from attempting to break one another. Ridley had seen him as a threat and tried to destroy him once he realized he would not have Kai as an ally. Kai had been attacked, and had attacked in return. But it all comes to ahead tonight.

Kai: The end for you, and The Beginning for me....nothing else matters.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following contest is the Golden Opportunity Ladder Match!

"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.

Suppose you were to die tonight...
What would you say?


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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: His opponent... DARWIN RIDLEY!

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.

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. 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.


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

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.

As the intro of "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria 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, 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 Gwen raised her arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of HER entrance music.

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


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

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

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

“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 finally... The One Hit Wonder... Westley McFaddennnn!

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 Eight
Golden Opportunity Ladder Match
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DING! DING! DING!

The six men and women in the ring stare each other down, none of them willing to make a move. Finally, Kai breaks the awkwardness and makes a run towards Ridley, tackling him to the ground and forcing both men to roll underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Meanwhile, Colton drives a boot into Gia’s midsection and connects with a knee to her face, sending her reeling back. Wes and Gwen are the only two who have decided not to fight, but to roll to the outside and grab some ladders.

As Gwen goes to grab hers, Darwin Ridley, who has managed to escape from Kai for a couple of seconds, grabs Gwen by the hair and tosses her right into the ring barricade. Kai then catches Darwin by the head and throws him right into the steel steps in the area. Kai begins to put the boots to him. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Gia fires some knife-edge chops to Colton’s chest while Wes slides in the ladder. Gia quickly notices and sneaks up behind Wes, driving a kick right into the “area where you should not kick any man in”, Wes holds his area as he falls to the ground, allowing Gia to set up the ladder.

Gia goes to climb the ladder, but Colton yanks her right off before grabbing her from behind by the waist and lifting her up and over the ropes with a belly-to-back suplex. Gia hits the mat hard, but when Colton tries to make his way to the ladder, a rejuvenated Gwen rushes in and charges at Colton, taking them both over the top rope with a clothesline. Also, Kai grabs Darwin by the head and rolls him back into the ring before following himself.

As Kai slowly lifts Darwin up, Darwin catches him with an elbow to the midsection, followed by a DDT. As Darwin quickly makes it to his feet, he adjusts the ladder over the briefcase and slowly begins to climb it. Once halfway up there, Kai begins climbing the other side at a much faster pace and when it comes down to it, both men are staring each other in the face at the top of the ladder. Kai begins to just wail on Darwin Ridley and manages to even get a hold of him. Darwin gets a hold of him as well and the two fight until the ladder tips over and the two men go crashing down. Kai’s neck hits the top rope hard, laying him out and causing him to involuntarily roll out of the ring. Darwin completely bounces off of the floor on the outside. The EMTs are quick to rush out and check on both men.

Meanwhile, in the outside, Colton and Wes are going at it and Gia and Gwen have decided to go at it as well. Gia and Gwen manages to go over the barricade and brawl on the front, while Colton rams Wes’s head into the steel post before a dazed Wes turns to Colton. Colton takes three steps forward, backflips, and catches Wes with the Shining Lights! The audience explodes as Colton gets to his feet and realizes he’s the only conscious one near the ring.

Colton quickly slides into the ring and grabs the ladder Kai and Ridley fell off of and sets it up right underneath the briefcase before climbing the ladder as fast as he can. The audience just seems to get louder and louder as he inches closer to the briefcase. Finally, he reaches the final step needed for him to get a good grab at that briefcase and begins to try and take it off. And it looks like he’s got it! He’s only a couple of-NO!

The audience’s reaction completely changes as suddenly, the ladder is tilted forward, sending Colton Sterling flying right into the near barricade before falling onto the ground, clutching his ribs. The person who tilted that ladder? None other than Joey Perello.

Perello exits the ring and looks down at the fallen Colton, letting out just a small smirk before turning around and heading up the ramp, receiving the biggest boos possible. Meanwhile, Gia has re-entered the ring and is looking to climb the ladder...only for Gwen to be right behind. The two women fight over a spot, but after a couple of seconds, Gia shoves Gwen so hard she falls on her ass and allows Gia to quickly move up that ladder. Gwen quickly runs around and goes to the other side, looking to catch up to her.

Gia is the first to make it to the briefcase, but as she tries to reach and grab it, Gwen shoots out a left fist that catches Gia in the midsection. Gwen uses these few seconds to get face-to-face with Gia before the two start trading blows. After about eight to ten punches each, Gia attempts to use the briefcase as a weapon, but Gwen nails her with a headbutt that sends her plummeting to the canvas! Gwen is all by her lonesome at the top as she manages to remove the briefcase!


DING! DING! DING!
Winner and Golden Opportunity Contract Holder - Gwen Massey (31:26)

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We cut to the backstage area where we see a black Jeep pull up right next to a man. The man is Tanner Sands, and he is already dressed in his ring gear. There's a large grin on his face as he keeps his arms folded. Out the car steps a guy, probably no older than 18. He seems to be as part of some frat as he makes his way around to the trunk and opens it, Tanner walking up right next to him.

Tanner Sands: The fuck took you so long, Timmy?

Timmy: Bruh, I am like a bit high right now.

Tanner Sands: Man, just give me the shit I paid you for.

Timmy pulls out a pogo stick and hands it to Sands. Sands has this gleam in his eyes as he gets on the pogo stick, flipping off Timmy before bouncing away.

Tanner Sands: Tell yo mama that I'll come around to fuck her later.

Timmy: Yo, that's nasty, bruh.

Tanner just giggles like a small child, bouncing towards the entrance of the arena...only to bounce right into a bunch of trash cans and fall. The trash cans lie all over the place as Tanner holds his left shin in pain.

Tanner Sands: *begins Peter Griffin pain noises* Man, fuck you, POGO STICK. Gotta take my frustrations out on some bitches later tonight.

The scene fades out as Tanner chucks the pogo stick like a child chucks a toy he does not want anymore.

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As the scene fades backstage Lyle Risky is seen covered in glitter. He wipes some flakes off but doesn't really mind the glitter on him. He stops at his and Brandon's office door looking at the doorknob before reaching for it. He sighs and shakes his head. He walks in and instead of heading for his side of the office he walks straight towards Brandon's side.

Lyle Risky: Hey Brandon, man let me ap--

What he sees brings him to a halt...Empty...All of Brandon's things are gone. He quickly snatches off his sunglasses just to make sure what he was seeing was reality. Disappointment begins to take form as Lyle frowns a little.

Lyle Risky: Man...Where'd he go?

Balto is seeing walking over next to Risky's leg. As he too sees the empty side Balto makes a small whine sound. Risky hangs his head low.

Lyle Risky: I know boy...I know...

He turns to go to his side as the scene fades with Balto following behind.

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"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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, from Staten Island, New York ... Annie Zellor!

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.

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.

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

She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her.

As FBG Duck's "Look At Me" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me".


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

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.

Match Nine
Triple Threat - No Limits Championship
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Ding ding ding!

The match starts out with all three competiors sizing one another up. None of them wanting to be the first to strike of blow, except Tony Carmine as he shoots in for a missile dropkick on Annie. Ava quickly takes advantage of the opportunity before Tony gets back up to his feet as she big boots him in the face sending him back down. She sneakyly walks over his face with her left boot as she then reaches down to grab him by his hair then throwing him back down on the mat.

Ava turns her attention back to Annie who begins to get up and sets her up for a overhead release german suplex but as she does so Annie flips landing on her feet. When Ava turns in her direction, Annie grabs ahold of Ava hitting a sitout jawbreaker. She gets up to go for a quick pin.

One…Kickout!

Annie gets up whipping her hair back. She shakes her head picking up Ava but is struck with a hard blow from a kendo stick in the back from Tony Carmine! She yelps in pain as Tony then reaches over her head to choke Annie with the stick. He smirks thinking he has the better advantage now. Ava starts to get up noticing what is going on. She sits back letting all this happen to Annie, just to watch her suffer. Tony doesn’t even notice that Ava is back up to her feet and enjoying the show. Annie drops to a knee as she begins contiousness. Tony quickly lets go and begins to go for a big swing across the face of Annie but NO! Ava sprints over to hit him with a flying elbow smash! He falls back onto the ropes and drops the kendo stick on the ground.

Ava looks back at Annie who is trying to catch her breath, she doesn’t let that happen as she goes for an devastating swinging inverted DDT. She then picks up the kendo stick and begins to whack Tony across the chest repeatedly with it until it breaks into bits and pieces. She pushes him on the ropes making him bounce off of them only to hit an exploder suplex! Ava goes for the pin..

One….


Two…

Annie breaks up the count as she dropkicks Ava in the face! Annie picks Ava backup to her feet. She irish whips her into the corner turnbuckle. She follows up and hits a monkey flip! Annie continues to grow momentum after sending Tony out of the ring when he tried to take her out from behind. She then focuses on Ava who is struggling to get her groove back in this match.

Annie hits a vicious facebreaker ddt and quickly goes for up on the corner turnbuckle nearby Ava’s body. She signals for the senton and the fans cheer her on until Tony quickly hops up on the top rope with her and hits a arm drag off of it! He awaits in the corner for Annie to start trying to get up. He connects with the Hard Scandy! He goes for the pin!

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Two….









ThrrrrrrrrrNO, Ava is the one breaking up this now as she quickly kicks Tony in the side of the head.

She then rolls out of the ring to get a weapon. She takes out a fire hydrant! She slides back in as Tony is there waiting for her. He circles around trying to figure out what she is going to do. She then looks down noticing that it is full. She smirks and begins to aim for Tony, Tony beings to cuss her out telling her not to spray him with it...No such luck as she begins to spray him with the fluid. She tosss it too him and catches it luckily before it hits him but he is quickly brought down after she big boots it in face busting him open. She then goes for the Adore-Ation submission!

Tony begins to raise his hand rand to tap as blood begins to cover Ava’s finger each time it pumps in his veins. Annie is seen still laid out as she is out of it and no way she can save her or Tony the match. Tony tries to make his way for the ropes as he squirms over but he’s losing too much strength. Annie is then seen begging to come to as she is now on her knees. Ava noticing this begins to add more pressure. Annie’s up to her feet now and she turns noticing what is happening…..





BUT SHE’S TOO LATE! TONY BEGINS TO TAP!!!!! Ava refuses to let go until the ref pulls her off!


Winner via submission and No Limits Champion - Ava Adore (19:56)

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The camera comes into focus as we find the person who won tonights ‘Golden Opportunity’ ladder match, Gwen Massey surrounded by medical personnel checking on her after that unforgiving match. The look on her face was not one of someone who was having the best night of her life. As one doctor touched a vital area on her ribs she quickly hissed at him attempting to swing but stopped quickly calming herself down as she looked to the table where the contract sat. Closing her eyes relaxing as the medics placed ice on her, she sighed in relief

Gwen: That’s it, right there.. Lord knows they did a number on them after all.. guess thats what I get for going all cards in huh?

A couple of the medics laughed at her obviously corny joke before Gwen felt suddenly uncomfortable and turned her attention to the door to see someone she did not expect to at all tonight..

Felicity: Hey dollface!

Already dressed in her ring attire, Felicity pulls the trainers room door shut, holding the tag team championship in her right hand. She walks up toward Gwen, shooing away the trainer, and taking a seat right next to Gwen. Felicity lays the tag title along her lap, as she peeks over Gwen’s shoulder to see the “Golden Opportunity” contract.

Felicity: Hey, you did it! You actually did something good! For the first time in your life, someone out there is proud of you! How does that make you feel, Gwenny?!

Felicity reaches out her arm with an invisible microphone, holding it out in front of Gwen’s face.

Felicity: Sorry. Interviewer mode.

Felicity pulls her away and shoots Gwen a cocky little smirk.

Felicity: I have to stop doing that.

Gwen chuckled slightly as she sat up slightly but not enough to irritate her ribs anymore than they were. She just silently looked at Felicity, thinking back to everything the two have said to one another and just shook her head.

Gwen: You are a piece of work you know that. Hands down..

She pauses

Gwen: I do recommend you do stop acting like an interviewer when you are one half of the HKW World Tag Champions. That much, i will give you. Although, to answer your question.. I don’t care if anyone is happy for me. That night we had our little ‘discussion’ because it damn sure wasn’t an argument. You opened my eyes to alot of things. You were right. I admit it.. no one likes me, no one loves me and I AM happy they don't because it made it easier for me to wrestle you know? When no one cares about you, you don’t have to worry about holding back. Feel me Fel?

Gwen gave Felicity a smirk that she never gave anyone else. Showing that she wasn’t moved at all.

Gwen: It’s a shame though. I’d love to share this moment with someone.. but I got you instead huh?

Her eyes cut low as she wasn’t in such a happy mood anymore.

Felicity: …. Huh?

Felicity hops off the trainers bench, draping the tag team championship around her shoulder.

Felicity: So you get mad at me for trying to trademark an insult, but it’s okay for you to use my negative words and turn them into a positive?!

Felicity throws her arms in the air, the tag team title sliding down to her elbow.

Felicity: Damn it, Gwen. That wasn’t supposed to help you. That was supposed to discourage you! But hey, at least you’re finally getting used to rejection, and now you’re realizing that nobody gives a damn about you.

Felicity chuckles, pointing towards the Golden Opportunity contract.

Felicity: And now you have that, and still… STILL nobody gives a damn about you. Face it, Gwendoll. No matter what you do, nobody will care. Use these words as motivation, I don’t give a shit, but you know… Eventually it’s gonna be and you in a match, and when that time comes…

Felicity’s smirk fades away, turning more into a look of determination.

Felicity: I’m going to make a mess out of that already disgusting face.

She points at the contract.

Felicity: And I hope, for my sake, of course… That you’re holding the HKW championship, because I’ll love ripping it away from you.

Gwen looks at Felicity and just starts laughing hysterically in her face, holding her ribs as she does but ignores the pain.

Gwen: You are so FUCKING funny Felicity. Yes, I have accepted that no one may like me or want to associate themselves with me. BUT let me tell you this, I don’t care. This, HKW.. this is where I come to play. I don’t need anyone hanging from my coattails.. or vice versa. Understand, I might not be liked as much as you are.. if even that.. but I will earn my respect because of my skill not looks.

Gwen said as she shrugged her shoulders

Gwen: And hey, I’ve always been a fighter. If and only IF I am HKW World Champion when it comes down to you and I facing one another. I’d gladly put it on the line. Tonight though, I shut you and all the shit talkers up who said I couldn’t do it. Of course, you critics will continue to spew your words out like daggers towards me. It’s only a matter of time you know? Of course though, chop it up as a ‘L’ and move on. Our day is coming real soon. Whether its personal or not.. to put my knee all over that pretty face and blacken it like my boots will bring me such joy.

She holds up one finger

Gwen: Again, when that day comes. Until then.. I will continue to be Gwen and you be.. what you are whatever that may be and we shall agree to disagree per the norm. I won’t give you the satisfaction of getting to me anymore. I did before, never again love.

Gwen said as she held out her hand as if she had a mic in it and opened it as if dropping the microphone onto the ground

Gwen: Conversation over.. good luck in your title defense.. you’ll need it.

Felicity smirks as she watches Gwen walk out of the trainers room.

Felicity: Ooooh! Feisty. I like that.

Felicity shakes her head before waving to the trainer and exiting the trainers room herself.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Tables match set for the HKW Tag Team Championships!

"Here we come, here we are!
The living dead superstars!"


A cheer goes up for the beginning of Zombie Girl's "Living Dead Superstars", and the team of 420 B.C., Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity, emerge. Serenity walks to the ring at the pace of a bride walking down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of dead flowers, while Ligaya jogs back and forth around her, high fiving and hugging fans.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: From British Columbia, Canada, the team of Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity... FOUR! TWENTY! BEEE SEEEEE!

Ligya slides into the ring and jumps up onto the far ropes, leaning over them and pumping up the crowd, while Serenity rolls under the bottom rope. As Ligaya plays to different sections of the auditorium Serenity just lays her flowers in their corner, pushes back her veil, and sits down on the mat in the corner. After a moment Ligaya joins her friend, straddling the top rope above her.


As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands and Alistair Slayde make their way out from backstage and stand at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on their faces as the people begin to boo them. SandSlayde slowly strut their way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to them by either scoffing or giving them the hand.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Their opponents... The team of Alistair Slayde and Tanner Sands... SandSlayde!

They underneath the bottom rope and walk over to their corner, eying the tables at ringside. After doing that, SandsSlayde glare at their opponents across the ring, awaiting the tag team champions.

We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway!


The arena explodes as "Critics and Cynics" by Icon For Hire hits the sound system, signaling the arrival of the HKW tag team champions, Descent. Felicity and Ashley come out onto the ramp, both holding their respective championship in the air. Felicity walks onto one side of stage and points at the fans with grin on her face, while Ashley goes to the opposite end of the stage holding her title belt in one hand and the other hand held high as well.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Coming to the ring at this time... At a combined weight of 249 pounds, they are the team of Ashley Sullivan and Felicity.... THE HKW Tag team champions... DESSSCENTTTTTT!!!

They meet back at the center of ramp, and walk down the aisle, slapping the hands of a few lucky fans. They slid in underneath the ropes, rise to their feet, and proudly hold their titles in the air, awaiting the match to begin.

Match Ten
Tag Team Tables Match
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The match begins with all six participants pairing off against one another, a massive amount of chaos already in the ring. Ligaya and Serenity pair off with Felicity and Tanner Sands respectively, taking the action out of the ring while Alistair and Ashley stay in the ring. Alistair pushes Ashley into the corner and proceeds to drive his shoulder in her midsection. With the team of 420 B.C. taking it to Tanner Sands on the outside, Felicity grabs a table and slides it in the ring, distracting Alistair away from her partners. Alistair grabs a handful of Felicity's hair just as she slides the table into the ring, ripping her into the ring.

Alistair still has his grasps on Felicity, but Ashley Sullivan manages to set the table up in the corner. Alistair drags Felicity into the ring, but before he can do anything, Ashley turns him around and nails him with a modified stunner. This staggers Alistair back as Felicity points at the table. The members of Descent each grab a hold of Alistair's arms, and hip toss him into the table in the corner!


Eliminated - Alistair Slayde

After taking it to Serenity, Tanner hears the announcement of his partner being eliminated and is beside himself. Blindsiding him, Ligaya hits a superkick on Sands, knocking him down to the mat. With the action still outside, Felicity and Ashley decide to set some tables up along the inside the of the ring, but they're quickly cut off by the members of 420 B.C. Ligaya tosses Ashley to the outside as the duo focus on Felicity. They perch her up on the top rope, and look to put her through the table with a massive superplex. Just as they have her locked into position, referee Lee Redford begins screaming something in 420 B.C's direction, distracting them from executing the move. Tanner Sands sneaks back into the ring, slides his head and shoulders underneath Ligaya's crotch area, and powerbombs her through the table!

Eliminated - Ligaya Fontaine

Felicity smirks in Lee's direction as she then turns her attention to Tanner and executes a jumping reverse bulldog on the broken table beneath them. Ashley slides back in the ring, noticing her partner pounding away on Sands, and gets caught off guard by a spin wheel kick from Serenity.

With both members of Descent left, and only one member from their respective teams, Tanner and Serenity agree to team up against the feisty duo, setting up tables for each one of them. Tanner sets his focus on Felicity, now setting her up in position for a powerbomb. He lifts Felicity up and looks as if he's about to drive her through the table, but referee Lee Redford "trips" and pushes the table out of the way, causing Tanner to slam Felicity on the mat!

Sands turns his attention to Lee, screaming at him, but Lee swears he tripped. This distracts Serenity from what she was doing, as Ashley catches the momentary distraction, and manages to reverse back drop Serenity through the table!


Eliminated - Serenity

Tanner finally stops arguing with Lee, realizing it's down to he and Descent. With Felicity still down, Tanner turns his attention to Ashley Sullivan. He drives her into the corner, and begins shoulder thrusting her, then bounces off the ropes and executes a Yakuza kick, knocking Ashley senseless. But before he can turn around, Felicity clocks him her patent "Bank Shot" superkick! Felicity helps her partner to her feet, getting her to shake the cobwebs off. With Tanner down, the duo set up another table, and then make their over to Sands and lay him on the table. Felicity and Ashley both take separate corners and climb to the top. With Sands in the middle of the ring on a table, Descent soar off the top rope, one going for a body splash, and the other a diving leg drop, putting Sands through the table!

DING DING DING


Winners and STILL Tag Team Champions - Descent (21:19)

Referee Lee Redford hand them their tag team championships as the raise them high in the air. Felicity shoots Lee a wink before turning her attention back to her partner as the two celebrate their victory.

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Backstage, we see Brandon Banks has finally moved into his own office as he notices the painting tools on the ground.

Brandon Banks: Damn, Nero! You ain’t sposed to be around paint fumes when you’re pregnant!

Banks looks around his new office, but there’s no Nero in sight.

Brandon Banks: Hrm. Guess she’s smarter than the average bear too.

Banks shrugs as he walks around his desk, and takes a seat in his chair. He looks at the massive amount of paperwork on his desk, as he lets out a sigh and covers his face with his hands.

Brandon Banks: Fuck am I gonna do with all this shit? I got no Adella… Nero’s runnin’ around tellin’ everyone she’s their GLORIOUS LEADER.

Banks peaks through his hands, glancing at the files and folders on his desk.

Brandon Banks: I just need some heeeeeeelp!

The door to Brandon’s office opened as a female poked her head and looked around at the teal color all over it and the man sitting there shaking his head confused and overwhelmed. The female knocked on the door catching his attention and smiled big as the male was EXACTLY the person she wanted to see.

Anya Hunter: O..M...GGG!! It’s really you! THE Brandon Banks!!

Anya runs over to his side and pulls out pictures of him while he was prodigy champion and places them on the desk and pulls out a pen

Anya Hunter: OMG please Mr. Banks, I am a HUGE fan and an aspired wrestler.. I already wrestle for a current fed but yeah. Please, Please, PWEASE!!

She begged him as she holds out the pen for him to sign it as well as her VIP pass as she places her hands behind her back and starts to sway back and forth humming a very interesting tune which was similar to his theme music.. Banks can’t hold back a smile as he reaches out and grabs the picture from Anya’s hand.

Brandon Banks: Damn. This shit feels like it was so long ago.

Banks continues to stare at the picture of him with the Prodigy title, mustering up some fake tears before rubbing them away from his eyes.

Brandon Banks: Shit is terrible, man.

Banks signs his name on the photo. The only letters readable are the two B’s as Banks hands back over the photo and the pen back to Anya. Banks finally makes eye contact with Anya, squinting his eyes just as he looks at her.

Brandon Banks: Don’t I know you from somewhere? I swear, I’ve seen you before. Might of been on twitter, but nah. I know I saw you somewhere before.

Anya tilts her head as she removed her hands from behind her back and scratches her head but still has a smile on her face..

Anya Hunter: Hmm? Yes, you and I do follow one another BUT i have been here a lot lately and I am always around Philly around Defiance time. Plus, I recently placed my application in.. so yep!

She said as she sat on the edge of his desk and looked at him now not smiling but with the same look he was giving her before she laughed

Anya Hunter: Let me stop. I wrestle freelance and I was serious about that. I put on my app, any job that would let me close to you! Not like I am obsessed or anything but yeah.. you seem like cool people I mean..

Anya said as she waved her hand back and forth chuckling

Anya Hunter: Trust me, I have my own relationship issues I am deal with unfortunately..

She said as she rolled her eyes.

Banks scratches the back of his head, noticing Anya sitting on his desk.


Brandon Banks: Wrestle freelance? I’m kinda scared to ask what that is.

Banks waves it off, spin around in a circle on his chair, stopping just as he faces forward on his desk.

Brandon Banks: Your app is…

He points at the mess right behind Anya’s back on his desk.

Brandon Banks: It’s… somewhere in there. Fuck it!

Banks swings his seat around to look at Anya.

Brandon Banks: What position you apply for? We gonna do this interview right now, real quick.

Banks looks at his watch, making sure he had enough time to conduct the interview.

Brandon Banks: Yeah, we’re good. I got a solid fifteen minutes I could spare.

Anya looks back at the stack of papers and files just all over the place and she quickly organized them and pulled out her application and hands it to him in his hand with a smile on her face and slides the three piles of organized papers to the side

Anya Hunter: I applied to be a backstage interviewer but I met Selena tonight and was like ‘aww’.. SOO.. my second idea was to be a HKW Superstar but the roster is getting to full and I would be a no name until sometime in july.. so I just jotted down anything backstage.. did I mess that up somewhere?

Anya asked him as she shrugged her shoulders not really prepared for this sudden interview which made her laugh nervously. Banks scratches at the back of his head, looking back over at the paperwork on his desk.

Brandon Banks: How good are you at keeping things organized?

Banks reaches onto his desk, grabbing the first piece of paper and pen he sees.

Brandon Banks: Annnnnnd how good are you at forging my signature?

Anya tilts her head again and looks at her picture and copies his signature down to the T and hands it back to him and looks at her previous work

Anya Hunter: That was simple.. I mean, I keep everything organized at home. I hate when things arent, I have this thing where I just lose it if things aren’t perfect.. so.. pretty well to answer your question

She smiled at him while Brandon thinks it over, glancing at the signature Anya wrote.

Brandon Banks: Goddamn! That’s like… right on point! You know, we do have two assistant positions here in HKW, and one of them was recently fired.

Banks thinks about super kicking Adella in the snow last week outside the Spectrum.

Brandon Banks: Stupid Adella.

Anya looks excited.

Anya Hunter: Really? Do you think I could get one of those positions?

She asked him.

Brandon Banks: Well, shit. If you want one… Sure thing. I think you’ll do a much better job than Adella anyway. She was good for nothin’, for real.

Anya squealed as she jumped up and down happily and pointed her fingers to the sky.

Anya Hunter: YES! FTW! which means for the win in case you didn’t know.. so who’s assistant am I going to be? That’s something I should ask.. oh never mind I am not worried! We can go over all that stuff later!!

Anya said as she grabbed her picture and placed it back in her bag.. Banks looks to be paying attention to a certain area of Anya’s as she jumps up and down. Finally, he snaps out of the trance and chuckles.

Brandon Banks: You and Nero gon’ be my assistants . The hell with Risky. He can find his own damn assistants. You could start like… Right now? I need help with all these damn folders, and getting them shits in alphabetical order.

Banks reaches into his sweatpants pocket, pulling a wod of cash.

Brandon Banks: One hundred… two hundred… three hundred. That should be enough, right?

Without letting her answer, Banks puts the three hundred dollars on the desk and walks out, leaving Anya inside his new office, just staring at the mess on his desk.

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Walking towards the entrance area the challenger for the HKW Championship, Emilio Vialpando is seen with his father in wrestling attire. He seems to be excited and ready for this match as if it were the biggest one of his career. Luis looks onto his son proud but also seems a bit unsure.

Emilio Vialpando: I got goosebumps...Damn is this normal pa? Like I should be used to this by now but tonight...Tonight is so much different.

Luis looks away.

Luis Vialpando: That's what I'm afraid of...

Emilio looks back at his father with an eyebrow raised.

Emilio Vialpando: Wait...Como?

Luis looks back over to his son with concern in his eyes.

Luis Vialpando: You're right, something does feel different about tonight. But to me, it's not a good difference. Just feels strange like something bad is about to happen.

Emilio begins to laugh and waive off his father as he turns around.

Emilio Vialpando: Man you trippin' pa. Everything gon' be alright. I'ma bring home the strap. I'ma give these fans a real champion. And that's gonna be that. Ain't nothin' bad gon' happen. I promise. Let me go out here and--

Luis grabs his son's arm pulling him back before he goes out onto the stage.

Luis Vialpando: Stop being so damn hardhead 'Milio. Yeah you're about to have the match of your career. You're first big solo match. One-On-One...I have no doubts about you in that, that's not what I'm saying. I'm trying to tell you something doesn't feel right for either you or Cain.

Emilio turns back to his father letting out a sigh.

Emilio Vialpando: Look...Dad everything is going to be okay. I'll keep an eye out for anything. Don't worry I always watch my back you know that. I can handle this...I can do this. I gotta go...Everything gonna be alright aight?

He turns back around and heads out to the stage leaving his father still with concern.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is the main event event of the evening and it's for the HKW Championship!

The crowd erupts, bringing a smile to Sadee's face.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... The special guest referee..

“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. He walks down the ramp not acknowledging the crowd or any of the sounds from people around him.


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


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 points at his referee shirt. He taunts at the crowd and waves in Sadee's direction before the music dies down.


Bout That Life hits the PA System as the lights in the arena begin to flash red, white and green.

It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor
In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made
You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!)
Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun!


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

"LAX MUFUCKA! LAX!"

These pussy ass niggas
Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8


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

Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo
Young nigga in the low low
Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO


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

44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke
In the hood where there ain't no hope
Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap
Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke.


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


“Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans almost entirely. He slides into the ring and immediately heads to his corner, where he methodically removes his sunglasses, jacket, tie, and shirt, placing them painstakingly neatly in the corner before doing some last minute stretching before bell time.


Cain's theme begins to die down as the arena starts to buzz. Sadee maker her way to the center of the ring alongside special referee Mentez while Cain and Emilio remain in their respective corners


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... The challenger...Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!!


The crowd erupts as Emilio climbs the corner and throws up the LAX sign. He hops back onto the mat and points at the HKW Championship, telling Cain it's coming with him.



Sadee Sanderson McLean: And now, the champion. Weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, The HKW Champion! CAAAAAIIINNNNNNNN MORGGGGAAAANNNNNN!!

Morgan raises the title high in the air, staring a hole into the opponent for his title. He hands the championship over to Mentez who takes a long hard look at the title himself before raising it in the air, and handing it to the timekeeper.


Main Event
HKW Championship - No Holds Barred
Special Referee
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DING DING DING

The match begins with Emilio and Cain circling around the ring, both of them waiting for the other to attack. Neither bites as Emilio grins in Cain’s direction and motions for him to bring it. They meet in the center of the ring and tie up, Cain transitioning it into a headlock. Emilio quickly pushes him off, and as Cain comes back toward Emilio, the challenger catches the champion with a dropkick. He goes for a quick cover.


One… KICKOUT!


Emilio mounts over top of Cain and begins digging his elbows into his face. Mentez begins a give count, but Emilio doesn’t let up until Mentez pulls him off. Emilio and Mentez exchange some words before Emilio turns his focus back to Cain, but Cain hits him with a spinning clothesline. Cain grabs Emilio by the head and lifts him to his feet, executing a quick snap suplex, and follows it up with a elbow drop. Cain waits for Emilio to get to his feet, and once he does, Cain sneaks up behind Emilio and hits a Tiger Suplex with a bridge…


One…. Two…. KICKOUT!

Up to his feet now Cain awaits for Emilio to start to climb up to his feet. When Emilio starts to get to his knees Cain immediately hits a shining enziguri sending Emilio back down on the mat. He then drops a elbow onto the challenger and while down he mounts himself onto Emilio throwing combinations of punches and when warned by Mentez he ends it with a hard elbow to the face. He backs up holding his hands up respecting the warning. Mentez checks on Emilio to see if he’s alright and Emilio in return pushes the special referee out of the way as he gets up. He waves Cain to bring it. Both men circle one another again until Cain is first to get ahold of Emilio. He tries to lift his knee, but Emilio catches it and in an instant hits a fisherman suplex! He goes for the pin…

One...Two...KICKOUT!

Emilio then mounts himself onto Cain punching him repeatedly in the jaw before picking Cain up to his feet. Emilio continues his momentum as he sends Cain into the corner turnbuckles. He sprints over after him and hits a missile dropkick in result Cain begins to stumble forward giving Emilio the opportunity to hit a Springboard Reverse DDT, it connects! Looking at Cain down Emilio looks over the turnbuckle and back down to Cain. He nods and makes his way over to the turnbuckle. Emilio begins to take the padding off of the turnbuckle. He looks back at Mentez who watches him do this and laughs. Cain is seen struggling up to his feet as Emilio begins to size him up. When up to his feet, Cain begins to look around for Emilio but Emilio stays behind him and grabs a hold of his arm, attempting to whip him into the exposed turnbuckle, but Cain turns the momentum and sends Emilio flying into the exposed turnbuckle chest first. Cain doesn’t let Emilio fall down, and instead, his a belly to back suplex.

Remembering the match was No Dq, Cain glances at special referee Mentez and slides out of the ring, looking under the ring, and pulling out…. A fire extinguisher!

The champ slides back into the ring with the fire extinguisher and waits for Emilio to get to his feet. Once he does, Cain sprays not only Emilio, but Mentez too! Once able to see, Cain grabs both ends of the fire extinguisher and busts Emilio upside the head with it! He makes the cover.




…..


Referee Mentez is still blinded from the fire extinguisher as Cain realizes what has happened. He lets off the pin and lifts Emilio to his feet, dropping him down with a scoop slam. Mentez is finally able to see as Cain perches to the top rope and connects with his trademark "Apollyon Crash"! He makes the cover, but Mentez takes his time getting into position… Cain screams at him to make the count as Mentez drops down and starts his slow count…


One…








Two……




Th-----NO! Mentez’s hand was coming down for the three, but Emilio kicks out. Cain glances at Mentez, looking as if he’s about to attack. Mentez taunts Cain, not intimidated by the HKW Champion at all as Emilio slowly starts rising to his feet. Cain turns his attention back to Emilio, lifts him up, and brings him down with the firemans carry gutbuster. Emilio holds onto his stomach yelling out in pain. Not letting up, Cain viciously kicks Emilio in the gut. He then picks Emilio up setting him up for the Twist of Cain. The moment he finally goes for it, Emilio pushes him off and hits a back stabber!

Both men lay out on the mat as Mentez looks around checking to see if both will get up to their feet soon as he can not count either man out, there HAS to be a winner! Emilio is the first to start to get up to his feet as he waits for Cain to get up. The instant he sees Cain get up he sprints over only to send both him and Cain outside of the ring after hitting a huge Hurricarana! Mentez quickly slides out of the ring as chants of “LAX” fill the arena! Emilio with a smirk on his face begins to get up to his feet with the help of the steel steps. He slaps his chest and screams out “LAX” right with his fans. He begins to taunt Cain to get up and as he does he sprints over hitting a Zig Zag on the concrete floor! Emilio goes for the pin.

One











Two










Thhrrrrrrrr...KICKOUT!

Emilio frustrated slams down on the mat. He asks Mentez if the count was a two or a three, and Mentez throws up two fingers. Emilio lifts Cain to his feet, and slides him back into the ring. Emilio slides in himself and gets Cain to his feet, but Cain comes firing back with rights and lefts until he gets Emilio into the corner. He sets Emilio on the top turnbuckle and climbs up with him. They’re both on the top rope… And Cain releases over his head and hits a super belly to belly suplex on the challenger! Mentez notices both men are down and simply shrugs his shoulders and leans back against the turnbuckles.

Suddenly, there’s action in the crowd as the camera transitions over to the audience and we see Joey Perello, followed by Zakk Lewis. Looking over to the other side of the arena three other faces never shown on HKW television before. The camera focuses in on their jean cuts, one of the mans reading “D.C.” the others reading “Choppz” and the final reading “L-Maivia.” Mentez has no idea what to make of this as Perello and Lewis hop over the barricade on one side, while D.C., Choppz, and Maivia hop in from the other. All five men surround the ring just as Cain and Emilio start to rise to their feet. Security steps in front of the men trying to stop them from continuing on to the ring but all that gets put to a stop when the unknown bald man with the name “Choppz” on his cut knocks out of the guards without breaking a single sweat. He looks down on the fallen guard and laughs as does D.C. “L-Maivia” does not as he stares into the ring focused. Perello and Lewis take out two more security guards, tossing them into the barricade, setting their sights back into the ring when they’re finished.

Cain and Emilio are back to their feet, looking like they’re about to go at it, but Mentez points at the five men on the outside. Perello and Lewis make their way over to the commentators desk, ripping Madison Harthrone out of her seat. Perello screams “TAKE HER OUT” in Lewis’ face, handing him the chair. Lewis looks hesitant at first, but after a moment, he blasts Harthorne in the face with the steel chair busting her wide open! Tango runs but is stopped as Choppz and L-Maiva stand in front of him looking down on him with smiles on their faces. They begin to walk towards Tango who steps back each time pleading for his safety. Choppz shakes his head while Maivia wags his finger. Tango tries to run the other way but is stopped by Perello with his arms crossed smirking and Lewis with the chair in hand. Tango turns back around and is kicked by both Choppz and Maivia. Maivia pulls Tango’s head in between his legs setting up for a powerbomb and Choppz climbs up onto the barricade. They both look over to Perello who nods for the go. Maivia lifts up Tango and when he’s about to throw the comedic commentator through the table Choppz hops off the barricade grabbing the back of Tango’s head in result Tango being hit with a reversed cutter and powerbomb through the announcers desk!

Emilio pushes Cain out of the way as he climbs up the top turnbuckle. With the men’s back turned towards the announcers desk Emilio leaps off to attempt a Corckscrew Moonsault onto Perello but D.C. quickly rushes over grabbing the chair out of Lewis’ hands and striking down the LAX youngster! Perello looks down at Emilio’s lifeless body, takes a few steps back, and punts him in the head for good measure! The five men have their sights set on Mentez and Cain, sliding into the ring and attacking the two men! Three of them are on Morgan, while two takes Mentez down to the mat, pounding away at him. Perello tells D.C. and Lewis to bring Morgan to his feet. They raise him up, and Perello hits his patent “Tragic Ending” Pedigree onto the steel chair! Meanwhile. Maivia and Choppz bring Mentez to his feet, and hit their reversed cutter-powerbomb onto Mentez!

Maivia and Choppz slide out of the ring and grab Emilio’s lifeless body and toss him into the ring. Lewis and Perello walk over and help Choppz bring Emilio to his feet as Maivia backs up and spears the hell out of Emilio!



"Here I stand...
Hopeless and left for dead..."



The five men stare down at the three men they just destroyed….Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System as outsteps a the same man from last week in a hoodie with a cut with the hood up. The fans look over to the stage seeing the man remembering what happened last week when they saw him. He slowly takes off his hood revealing his huge smile. The camera focuses in a little as the name “L. Winters” is seen on his cut and on the other side of it “President”. He spreads open his arms laughing a little. He begins to make his way down the ramp clapping as if he were celebrating all that has happened. Winters looks out to the crowd pointing to the destruction. Pulling out a microphone from his back pocket and lifts it up to his lips.


Lance Winters: ISN’T THIS A BEAUTY?! ISN’T THIS A MAGNIFICENT SIGHT?!

He looks back at the men and the wake of destruction they have brought. He claps.

Lance Winters: OH BRAAVVVOOO! BRAVO FELLAS! BRAVO! ENCORE! ENCORE!

Winters laughs and he slowly makes his way up the steps. He stops and looks around with a sinister smile.

Lance Winters: My God….I am truly loving this. My heart is racing! Hell the blood is flowing right down to ol’ Jimmy!

He looks down to his crotch.

Lance Winters: AIN’T THAT RIGHT JIMMY BOY?!

The men laugh as Lance gets in the ring. He begins to tip toe around the limp bodies and looks over to Choppz and Maivia while pointing over to Jason Mentez.

Lance Winters: You two do this?

Both men nod. Lance then begins to hop around in excitement.

Lance Winters: OOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooOOOoooooooo!!!!!!

He then hops over to Mentez standing over his body slapping him in his face. He looks over to Perello…

Lance Winters: I think he’s out VP?!

Lance giggles and looks over at both the champion and his challenger laid out.

Lance Winters: Boy, I really missed the party didn’t I fellas?

He walks over to the ropes and lens up against them while admiring the sight of bodies on the floor. His smile begins to fade away slowly…

Lance Winters: The Weapers….Shall Reap….

The men in the ring nod to his words.

Lance Winters: You people have watched this little show week after week like it was about about these little bits of nothings as if they really fucking mattered. As if they were actual factors in this shit you call Hard Knox. No...You wanna know about Hard Knox? This…

He points to himself and the other men in the ring who wear the cuts.

Lance Winters: This is Hard Knox. This…

He looks down at the men passed out in the ring.

Lance Winters: This here is nothing but kiddies in the playground...Action figures in out toy chest. Just like the rest of those simple minded fucks in the back, nothing but items in our toy chest.

He chuckles.


Lance Winters: To actually think you people thought this was all for you….That’s just funny. No you see we ALLOW you to walk those halls. We ALLOW you to come out here and put on a show for these...Joey what would you call these fine folks? Pest? Yes, these pest in the stands. But...All the fun is over. The games are finished. The Reapers have arrived.

He stands up straight and opens his arms.

Lance Winters: AND WE JUST DEALT YOU ALL WITH YOUR WITH WISH IN THE SIZE OF A MAGIC EIGHT BALL?!

He lowers them and grunts.

Lance Winters: But don’t you dare think for a second we’re just going to stop there...Oh no, and we’re not just now getting started because NEWS FLASH FOLKS! We have already fucking begun.

Lance looks around the ring.

Lance Winters: Oh yeah...I almost forgot, this match was supposed to have a winner huh boys?

He begins to pace back and forth while tapping his finger on his lips.

Lance Winters: Hmm, fellas who should be the winner?

He looks up and around to the men who all shrug shaking their heads. Some point to either Cain or Emilio. Lance throws up his hands waving them.

Lance Winters: Wait, wait...I know how we’re gonna settle this.

He reaches into his jeans pocket and takes out a quarter.

Lance Winters: Good ol’ American currency! What cha say boys? Heads or tails?!

Joey calls out to Winters.

Joey Perello: HEADS!

Lance winks at Joey.

Lance Winters: I like the way you think VP...Heads it is!

He flips the coin in the air and it lands on……….TAILS! Winters shakes his head and laughs.

Lance Winters: Welp, you was wrong there VP! Choppz!

Choppz steps forward.

Lance Winters: Take that one and put him on top of this one.

He points over to Emilio and then points down at Cain who lays in front of him. As Choppz begins to drag Emilio over Lance kicks Cain over onto his back.

Lance Winters: Sack of shit….

Choppz lays Emilio over Cain. Lance nods and looks over to D.C.

Lance Winters: Chaos, do us the honors huh?

He points over to Mentez. D.C. laughs a little and drags over Jason by his hand and waits for Winters say. Lance taps on Lewis’ shoulder.

Lance Winters: Prospect, get the bell….

Zakk nods and exits the ring as Lance looks over to D.C. and nods his head. D.C. begins to slap the mat with Mentez’ hand.

Lance Winters: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

He slaps it again….

Lance Winters: TWWOOOOO!!!! HOLD ON FELLAS HE LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT TAP!

Lance lays next to the two men watching them closely. Another slap…

Lance Winters: THREEEEE! OH MY GOD!

He hops to his feet.

Lance Winters: OH MY GOD! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! BRING OUT THE CONFETTI! BRING OUT THE BEER! BRING OUT THE STRIPPERS! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! HIP HIP! HOOOORRAAAYYYYY!!!!!

Zakk rings the bell while laughing as Winters is seen marching around the ring celebrating the win.

Lance Winters: Leifi, what are you doing? GET THIS MAN HIS AWARD!

Maivia nods and walks over to the edge of the ring and points to the ring announcer who holds the HKW Championship. He motions for her to come over with his finger. She walks over slowly trembling as she was scared to death to even look up at the man. As she holds up the championship belt he snatches away the belt from her hands and makes his way to the center of the ring. He then throws it down on Emilio and grunts. Lance laughs a little and kneels down.

Lance Winters:....Congratulations…..Champ….

He stands up to his feet and punts Emilio in the head! He drops the microphone and looks around to the mean and motions for them to go.

Joey Perello: Happy fuckin' holidays, boys.

They all exit the ring and Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System once again as they all make their way up the ramp.

Winner and new HKW Champion - Emilio Vailpando via pinfall (47:30)

Before the scene fades Lance looks back at the destruction and out to the crowd and smirks before grunting as the scene then fades into the HKW and PDW logos…...


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