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![]() HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 8! Hard Knox Training Facility - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Sunday, January 19th, 2014 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. ![]() "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 live tonight as the camera pans around the crowd, showing a number of different fan signs brought into the arena. At the conclusion of the video we see the camera transition to the commentary station. Brian Mason: Welcome back to yet another jam packed edition of Defiance! Mark Tango: You're forgetting the best part, MASON! IT'S HOSTED BY OUR GLORIOUS LEADER, NERO Q. DARLING ESQUIRE THE THIRD! Brian Mason: You're actually happy about this, Tango? Mark Tango: HAPPY?! I'M ECSTATIC! LOOK AT THE MATCHES WE GOT HERE. A POKEMON DUAL. A PIKACHU ON A POLE MATCH. THE BOUNCY HOUSE OF HELL! THIS IS JUST... EPIC! Brian Mason: ... You scare me, Tango. Anyway, lets check out what's going on backstage. ![]() The scene opens with the newest addition to Hard Knox Wrestling’s tag team division, Katia and Katanna Torres; Primitive Unrated, sitting around the the locker rooms used for the tag teams in HKW. A look of excitement on one of the sisters face while a look of displeasure was on the other. Truly, Day and Night these two were but both understood the overall concept of tonight. Katia Torres: We go out there and we kick their asses and handed them right back to them afterwards right Katanna? Kaita asked her younger sister who looked towards her direction and shrugged her shoulders and continued to play on her Playstation Vita. This action annoyed her older sister who took it upon herself to walk over to Katanna and snatch her game system out of her hand. Katia Torres: COME ON Katanna, this is a very exciting night, we are DEBUTING! As an official tag team. Think about it? If we make ourselves known and we get the fan base behind us.. it won’t be long before we have the chance to fight for the HKW Tag Team Championship titles. Katanna Torres: I’ll give you three seconds to give me back my game that due to your little stunt I’ve lost. If you do this, I MIGHT forget that you snatched something from me and I won’t drop you where you stand? One.. Katia didn’t even make it to the number two as she quickly dropped it back in the lap of her younger sister. The expression on her face spoke a number of emotions mixed into one overall: Fear. No one better knew what Katanna was like outside of the ring but as well as inside one. Katanna turned off the system and she looked at her sister and started to lace up her boots. Her mood was still very stagnate but she released a soft sigh and shook her head. Katanna Torres: Fine, let’s say we go out here and we face our opponents for the night and we do everything you’ve just stated.. then what? Ultimately, everyone will fall to us, it’s only just a matter of time. Isn’t that the overall theme in professional wrestling? Be better than those who are standing across from you in that squared circle? Last time I checked it was. Katia Torres: Katanna.. Katanna finished up lacing her boots as she removed her oversized Deadmau5 hoodie and she threw it to the side and stretched for half a second Katanna Torres: If that’s the case, like everything.. you and I have to just be better than our opponents tonight hm? I mean, how hard can it be.. its just an imitation bunny match.. Sounds simple to me, when is there a moment when we do not feel like we are the best at what we do? Yeah, you have your shortcomings and so do I. Together though, I highly doubt anyone can beat two sisters who’ve been together since well.. you get the idea. Tonight, let me show you Katia.. how it can rain scarlet. 420 B.C .. they have no idea what you nor i are capable and I WILL NOT.. be underestimated as some of these people do to one another. I won’t have it. Even if that means I have to fight day in and day out. Same for you Katia. Primitive Unrated, no one can put anything on us or past us. Let’s go handle some business. Katia clapped her hands very excited like as her younger sister rolled her eyes and they exited the camera’s focus but out from the restroom area came into focus were two females. One was particularly not fond of what she had heard while the other one shook her head as she was looking more at her nails. ![]() ![]() Onyx is walking up behind Lance Winters who is seen in his leather R.I.P. cut nervously and a bit scared to say the least. At Defiance Vll, Onyx was taken a bit off guard when Lance decided to invade her personal space and place his lips against her cheek. It was just weird for her because the only people she allowed to do that was either her family or Joey and Lance was neither one of those things. Since then, Joey has explained to her that it was how Italians greeted one another. She felt guilty for treating such a respectful Italian gesture so distastefully and she felt the need to apologize because she meant no disrespect. Taking a deep breath before stopping and reaching out with her hand slowly towards his shoulder. She is reluctant at first, but then she taps him on the shoulder. Onyx: Lance? Lance doesn’t look behind him he just continues watching something in front of him. Lance Winters: God damnit I said I’ll be out in a fucking minute! Onyx takes a step back quietly and swallows hard. Onyx: You… didn’t give me that message. Lance listens closely to the woman’s voice speaking to him sounding a bit nervous. He then begins to realize just who it is. He turns around seeing that it was his Vice President’s girlfriend and manager, Onyx. He clears his throat and looks around the manager’s office of the bar. A bit nervous himself he’s not used to having Onyx in this sort of environment which this is where R.I.P. spends most of their time when together. Winters begins to walk towards her forcing her to back out into the hallway. Once out in the hall he closes the door behind him and cracks a small smile. Lance Winters: Onyx! How nice of you to um….Stop by? Looking up at Lance she forces a small smile as her eyes are wide. She has never been alone with Lance even when she is with Joey he is still intimidating so to be in front of him now by her self well… is frightening Onyx: Mhm hmm. Um. I just came by to…. apologize for the last time we… saw each other. Lance looks around not really making much eye contact with her. He then looks down to her and waves her on to follow him. Lance Winters: Follow me. He begins heading towards the actual bar area and calls over to the bartender who is seen with many R.I.P. affiliated tattoos. Lance Winters: Kody, get me the usual and the lady…. Onyx: Just a water thanks. Lance Winters: ….. He looks back at Kody with a grunt. Lance Winters: Get her a shot. Kody nods and begins to prepare the drinks. Lance then turns towards the people looking around leaning up against the bar. Lance Winters: Save the apology Onyx. I really don’t need it. Onyx is sort of leaned over the bar trying to get Kody’s attention because if they didn’t have water than she didn’t want anything but she was too late. Sighing she leaned down and looked over at Lance. Onyx: But I want to because… when you kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t know where it was coming from. I thought you were being…. well disrespectful. After talking with Joey I found out that is how Italian’s greet women. So I am sorry that I took your kind gesture distastefully. Kody returns with the drinks and Lance reaches back taking the mug filled up with beer. He takes a huge gulp and holds it for a minute he then turns around towards Onyx looking dead into her eyes as if he was looking into her soul. Lance Winters: Do you know where I found Joey, Onyx? Looking back in his eyes her hands began to tremble a bit as she fiddled with them in front of her. Her heart raced, not exactly sure where he was trying to go with this. She just came by to apologize and it would almost seem like she was getting more than she bargained for. Shaking her head, she turned away from Lance. Tucking some hair behind her ear as she leaned over the bar counter. Onyx: No. All I know is that…. Turning her head, her eyes fell on Lance’s. Onyx: You saved him and in that sense maybe I should be thanking you to but, If Joey wanted me to know this. He would tell me. Lance shakes his head. Lance Winters: Well Joey isn’t fucking here and I’m going to let you know just where I found Officer Perello. It was in a place just like this back in Reno...He was a fucking mess. I saw him come into the damn bar day after day, night after night. Hell, he’d even stay the night at the fucking bar because he was so fucking drunk and past out lying in a pile of his own puke. Now I understand if he doesn’t want to tell you shit because there’s a lot of dark shit in his fucking past that you just need to keep your nose out of until he feels like it’s the right time to let you in. Did I save Joey? Yeah...Yeah I saved his ass before he found each and every limb of himself buried or sold of across the country. Lance grunts and shakes his head. Lance Winters: You’re apology? I don’t give a damn about it. I am nice to you for one reason. And one reason only. That’s Joey. He’s my responsibility and I’m keeping him from slipping back under like he was before because if he does Onyx…. He leans in a little. Lance Winters: I’ll be the one with the chainsaw. He sits back up and takes another drink from his mug. He takes a look over to the shot glass. Lance Winters: I think you’re going to be needing that drink. Tilting her head at him, her eyes narrowed angrily a bit because Joey told her that Lance liked her and respected her and here he was just being nice because she was with him? She knew Joey wouldn’t lie to her. Keep things from her. Yeah. Lie though? No. That seemed more up Lance’s alley. Looking over at the shot glass she slid it over his way before looking at him straight in the eye. Onyx: I think you’re going to need it more than I do Lance. Onyx begins moving away from the bar but Lance grabs her arm. Lance Winters: Don’t get shit confused Onyx. I’m here for you just as much as I am for him. Him just a little more. He cracks a little smile. Lance Winters: Finish that drink now...Don’t want it to go to waste. Kody might get mad. Lance laughs and heads back to the office where Onyx found him at. Her eyes follow Lance for a moment before they look back at the full shot glass on the counter before she leaves the bar knowing well that she is never going back. ![]() ![]() The scene comes back into focus as the participants are already in the ring and the ref as well as the newly appointed ring announcer Levi Dafoe was standing between them. Levi Dafoe: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a bunny imitation match, the HKW fans will cheer for those who they believe has done the best bunny imitation will be the winner of tonight's match… to my left, Please welcome, Team 420. B.C! The fans have mixed reactions from the two women who stand up trying to hype them up. Levi Dafoe: Now to my right, please welcome, HKW’s newest tag team; Primitive Unrated! Similar to the previous reaction for Team 420 B.C. due to them being new. Levi moved back as the ref stood in the middle and pointed to Katia Torres and Ligaya Fontaine to come forward as the two did, he pointed to Ligaya and motioned for her to start and she looked at the ref and more or less turned her back to him not even going to entertain the thought. The ref shrugged his shoulders as he pointed to Katia and she smiled. She pranced around and did her best bunny imitation. Not taking kindly to this, Team 420 B.C jumped on the woman who was getting the crowd behind her and started to deliver blows to her. Not having any of it, Katanna threw Serenity off of her tag team partner and turned around delivering a spinning enzuiguri, resulting in her falling between the ropes and onto the mat. Now gaining the upper hand, Katia forces Ligaya against the ropes and she irish whips her to the other. As she was coming back, Katia met up with her and worked her body around her which resulted in a vicious DDT before the two members of Primitive Unrated kicked her out onto the mat with her partner. The ref called for the bell. Levi Dafoe: And your winners… by DQ, Katia and Katanna Torres, Primitive Unrated!!! With a little more energy now, the fans started to cheer for the two rookies who just joined the HKW ranks. Though, their celebration was cut short when ‘Like a Wrestler’ by Jacki Boyz sounded throughout the arena. From behind the curtain appeared two new females who walked down to the ring with big smiles on their faces as well as what appeared to be a pie of some sort. Katia and Katanna were not only shocked but also amazed. Both of the females in the ring now who were identified as Veronica Rae and London London, they smiled and shook the hands of the Primitive Unrated and congratulated them on kicking ass and taking the trash out. As one of the London handed Katanna the pie, she flipped it and more or less shoved it in her face before throwing her out of the ring. With Katia stunned by the events, the two females commence to beating her down for a moment before Veronica picked her up in what appeared to be a bear hug and London went to the ropes and delivered a springboard lariat. This resulted in Katia being laid face down in the ring. Now dusting off their boots and their hands, they smiled as they continued to talk shit to the Katia as she laid face down dazed and Katanna who hit the ground hard. ‘Like a Wrestler’ by Jacki Boyz resumed through the arena speakers as the two raised their hands and in return were greeted with boos from the HKW fans as the scene cut to commercial. ![]() ![]() After returning from commercial, the scene opens up with Ethan Matthews who is mumbling certain words that should be censored under his breath, arms crossed and a dark look on his features. It was obvious that he was not moved nor swayed by the stipulation on this match which he knew was coming up sooner or later. He shook his head still mumbling and then looked down at his attire which really sparked the fuse to say the least. Dressed in a beautiful black lolita dress with white lining as well as a bright red bow right above his neck area. From his calm nature it was apparent he was flustered, in addition to that his face was a bright red. Ethan Matthews: I.. SWEAR.. TO.. GOD!! Stomping his foot on the pavement, he returned to resting his back against the wall as the sounds of cheering, laughter and utter embarrassment was heard from the Hard Knox Wrestling Fans. Now swearing up a storm, he turned quickly and almost ran into a female who was in a bright pink Hello Kitty Costume with a black bow on its forehead. He looked her up and down before busting out laughing towards the person in question. Ethan Matthews: Damn, and here I thought I was I looked bad.. you like something I would hire to my childs third birthday party just for kicks and giggles! The person whom he just insulted was the one people know as Kayla Callahan-Maivia who stood there and crossed her arms and slightly tilted her head trying to understand where in the blue hell did that comment even come from. Kayla Callahan: Excuse me? Wait, I know YOU of all people are not talking seeing that you are dressed up so beautiful in such a ‘prissy prissy’ dress that would make all the anime fan boys go crazy if they saw you at a convention, I think there is one going on right now.. right down the street, you should totally go and get the hell out of my face! Ethan placed his hands up before looking at her shaking them innocently, or at least trying to play the part. Ethan Matthews: Whoa! Calm down I was only joking.. I swear, females.. every time I turn around you all get upset at things I say. How did you know not that was a compliment? Kayla Callahan: It wasn’t… Ethan Matthews smirked slightly as he shook his head. Ethan Matthews: Fair Enough… it wasn’t meant to be. Nevertheless, I may look like this but you look more ridiculous than I do. Plus, I have the use of my hands and my feet.. while.. you don’t Pointing towards here cushioned feet and her plush hands for the most part. Kayla Callahan: Please, even with this handicap, I know I can go out there and kick their asses and if you were in the match, I’d kick yours as well. Plush hands and feet and what not! He just shakes his head laughing at her as if he wasn’t taking her seriously at all. Ethan Matthews: I’m the guy who chokes bitches… You could try to kick my ass but if you did or didn’t I’d still make you choke. Consider it my way of maybe giving you away to remember me by. Hell you may even enjoy me choking you. He crosses his arms as he stares right at her, yet it seemed as if he was looking through her as he smirked like an arrogant so and so. Kayla rose her brow and then exhaled. Kayla Callahan: If that was your way of trying to intimidate me, you failed. Sorry, but it’s true. I am not worried about you… Hell, you may be right.. I might enjoy being choked then again, I might not.. you’ll never have the experience to know like some others. I digress. I’m a fighter, and with me being one.. you best hope that we are never put in the ring because I would break you without a second thought.. I have enough shit on my plate to think about than some wannabe trying to STILL establish a name for himself when I’ve been here a couple shows and have a decent following.. interesting much? She said to him as she looked at him before looking out the corner of her eye to see the stage hand motioning for her to get ready for her match. He just grinned at her as he mumbled explicit stuff to the stage hand. Ethan Matthews: You better get ready… I’d hate for you to stay here long enough for me to be the reason you don’t make your match. As for me being a wannabe… Maybe I am or maybe I’m not. What I am though… Is a man who gets pleasure from doing bad things. Such bad things as attacking those I see fit to attack. Now run along to your match before I have to prove how much of a better fighter I am. Ethan just winks at Kayla as he motions for her to leave.She holds up her hand and of course points it at him and then looks at it and laughs to herself. Kayla Callahan: If you were wondering, I am giving you the finger.. you.. you just can’t see it... damn it! Kayla said as she marched off so she could go and get ready for her match later tonight while Ethan got finished getting ready for his. ![]() ![]() We catch up with general manager Brandon Banks hanging up his One Ring Circus Male Wrestler of the Year award on one of the walls in his brand new office. Once it’s hung, Banks examines the entire office, nodding his head in approval over what he sees. Brandon Banks: I should be on one of them HGTV shows, bruh. Damn good at interior design too? I’m one multi-talented ass ninja, bruh-breh. Banks loosens up his tie and takes a seat behind his desk, kicking his feet onto the desk and closing his eyes. He begins drifting away until a rapid knocking on his door is heard. Tanner Sands: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Banks pops out of his seat, his eyes widening as he grabs a stapler off his desk. He looks as if he’s going to launch it at the door as he rises to his feet and rears his arm back. Brandon Banks: YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON AS TO WHY YOU BANGIN’ ON MY DOOR LIKE THE POLICE, SANDS! Tanner Sands: I found what was in your trunk. You’re going to be doing 25 to life, Banks! I SWEAR IT! Tanner begins laughing and banging on the door with his fist (though he can’t be seen as the cameras are inside the office). Tanner Sands: Man, just open the goddamn door. I got something to show you. Banks shakes his head and drops the stapler back onto his desk. Brandon Banks: (mumbling) Lil’ mawfucka better got me a present or some shii. He gets to the door and unlocks it, not even opening it for Tanner as he walks back behind his desk and takes a seat. Brandon Banks: It’s open. The door is opened quickly as Tanner makes his way into the room before closing the door behind him. In his right hand is a CD. As he turns, you can see a big, fat grin on his face as he looks at BB, waving the CD in the air. Tanner Sands: I’ve got some great news! Where’s the TV? Banks points over in the far corner, pointing at the 32 inch Sony flat screen in his office. He scratches his forehead, wondering what Tanner could possibly have on the CD as he goes over the possibilities in his head. Brandon Banks: Tanner… If this is some homevideo type of shit, I really don’t want to see it. If this is a video of you getting into the Guinness book of world records for most jumps on a pogo stick… I don’t wanna see it. If this is a mixtape demo for your new quest to become a gangsta rap star… I don’t wanna hear it. Tanner shakes his head as he walks over to the TV and puts the CD into the player. Tanner Sands: I don’t do home videos, homie. And I’m still working on that record. Got pretty close last night. As for me wanting to become a gangsta rapper...T-Fresh Sands has long since retired from the rap game. Let Milo Boyd try his luck at it. Nah, this is....proof. Tanner grabs the remote and presses “play” and the TV screen begins showing the last few minutes of that tables tag match. Tanner does not stop it until after the ref, Lee Redford, knocks over the table. Tanner then rewinds and turns to Banks. Tanner Sands: Watch this very closely... Tanner zooms in on the feet of the ref and puts the screen on slo-mo, showing that Lee’s feet never tripped. He never made a motion someone who would normally trip would do. Tanner stops it once more and points right at the feet. Tanner Sands: Ya see that? Brandon looks on, squinting his eyes, barely able to see the television. He could clearly see what was going on and the participants as he shakes his head and leans back in his chair. Brandon Banks: Yeah… I see that, Sands. I saw it when it first happened, and I saw what happened at D6 too. He sighs as he scratches the back of his head. Brandon Banks: Don’t worry about it. Lee won’t be reffing any matches for the time being. Doin’ a full on investigation to find out where these crooked refs keep comin’ from. Seems like Robinson the only one we can trust right now. Banks taps his fingers off his desk. Brandon Banks: Feel like Bud Selig versus steroids right now. But, yeah… Lee won’t be reffing any matches, but that can’t change the fact that the outcome in those two matches might of been different if Lee didn’t get involved, right? Tanner shakes his head furiously. Tanner Sands: Right. I ain’t give a shit about the tag title match now, but that shit at D7....nah. Just...nah. Tanner removes the CD from the player and walks over to Banks’ desk before placing it on there. Tanner Sands: Inside this, you will also find the singles match between me and Fel. As long as I ain’t getting screwed by refs anymore, I think I’m done here. Brandon Banks: Damn, that was easy. I fully expected you to demand a title match or something right there. You could see that Banks was legitimately surprised that Tanner was ready to leave as he grabs the CD from his desk and tosses it into one of desk drawers. Tanner goes to head out, but stops in his tracks before turning around and looking at Banks. Tanner Sands: I ain’t ask you for a title shot because I didn’t earn it yet. People can say what the fuck they wanna say about me, but I don’t take the cheap way out when it comes to gold. I do want to ask you for a favor though. Banks rolls his eyes. Brandon Banks: That’s more like it. What’s good? Tanner Sands: I want a cotton candy machine in my locker room and for your sister to write me an apology letter.....sike! I just want the cotton candy machine. Tanner folds up his arms and nods his head, proud of his negotiating “skills”. Banks shakes his head and points at his door. Brandon Banks: Get out of my office, Tanner. And don’t bug me until you break that Guinness record. Tanner looks rather disappointed. Tanner Sands: Goddamn Pung Shway from Hong Kong. Light ass motherfucker...I’M COMING FOR YA! Tanner shakes his fist up into the air before turning and marching right out of Banks’s office. Banks chuckles as the scene fades away. ![]() ![]() The scene comes into see one Gwendolyn Massey in her casual attire on and her gym back on her shoulder and her briefcase in her other hand. Making her way to her locker room which was hers and hers alone. She dropped everything and her face lit up seeing that it was nothing really impressive BUT… it was still hers to claim as her own. Gwen Massey: No complaints here, none whatsoever! She said as she grabbed the steel chair and she turned it around and she sat in it, resting her hands on the backrest portion and she took one more look around before turning her attention to the camera which had already been following her since she first walked in the door, per her request seeing she wanted to say a few words prior to tonight's festivities due to the fact that chaos will nine times out of ten shroud Defiance 8. Gwen Massey: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of the HKW Universe and for those who will listen to my words, put those listening ears on. As always, it’s your resident Rebel, Gwen Massey here just wanting to ‘level’ with you all for a brief moment.. of course that’s fine and per the usual.. you don’t like it.. speed through to the next scene. She said as she ran her fingers through her hair and removed her aviators from her face. Her eyes cut low as a smirk appeared on her features. Gwen Massey: Tonight, man.. tonight IS going to be such an amazing night, everyone will be participating in such nonsensical matches that will not only test the limits of the roster who may be participating but it will also, as people, test how far we are willing to go in order to secure a win and make it to that promised day when we are at the quote unquote top which is imaginary for a good portion of the roster to be honest. With that being said, I wanted to just be real with you all seeing that the arena can sit about a thousand or so people in it and I only have about four hundred plus followers on twitter so saying this on there is irrelevant. I digress, With things going the way they have been going, we have our resident A-Hole still being him and the sweet, sweet child of HKW picking fights with grown ups. I use that whole second phrasing very loosely by the way. Immaturity has no age restrictions. Nonetheless… She smiled. Gwen Massey: I’ve taken a back seat to honestly watch and see how much people really don’t like me, twitter, blogs, the whole shabang if you will.. which doesn’t bother me...it amuses me more because I won’t change a damn thing I am doing! In reference to my opponents tonight though, I could care less what they think of me and probably vice versa. One is so narrow minded to where talking to them would hurt your brain while the other has been in the game a while longer and still.. he cannot see the picture in front of him. Though, I believe what the statement will be is.. life is what one perceives it as? So just my opinion here.. Moving on.. A bounce house match, a match type that.. win or lose should be enjoyable right? I guess. HKW let me ask this question though and maybe it might make some of the roster really open their eyes to this. How ironic would it be that our little princess would be the little one to win? Coming oh so close in all her matches and falling short? Would it be a statement maker or just another showing? Another match rivaled none by the main event. Either or.. it doesn’t matter. What about the uptight Perello? What would happen to his image if he finds some way to defeat two females in a bounce house? Would his popularity skyrocket or will it sink to scumbag levels not ever seen? It would be hilarious, at least to me, for reasons I rather leave to myself seeing that I will get heat about this on twitter anyways in a couple of days.. which is why my notifications are off.. Joey, Annie.. It’s time to put up or shut up… at this moment, I know I would love nothing more than to win in this match.. but if i do lose, trust me.. I will have broken someones spirit, soul, and body. To one, this may be stupid, to another.. this maybe a game… to me, this is a fight. Setting has never defined where I would fight at as a kid. I will use what I have to my advantage, speed, smarts and… She holds up her two hands. Gwen Massey: These, I will use my damn fists to knock some sense and then some into you both.personally, I do not believe I am being mean.. nor am i trying to pick fights with anyone. I am just playing the hand i was dealt. I am going all in and hoping that you both do the same. Until that moment though.. remember.. 11 things keep happening ha.. She waves her hand towards the camera as the scene fades out.. ![]() ![]() Defiance eight continues as the cameras switch to the ring just in time to catch the start of the second match of the evening. "I'm Your Hitman" by Empire plays out through the arena as "Hitman" Ethan Matthews makes his way out to a chorus of boos as he stands there smiling at the negative reaction. He walks down to the ring slapping away the hands of the fans as the chorus of "I'm Your Hitman" by Empire can be heard. Levi Dafoe: On his way to the ring, he weighed in at two hundred pounds even and stands at six foot, one inch tall. He is "Hitman" Ethan Matthews! Once at the ring Ethan jumps up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to yet another chorus of boos. He then smirks as his facing away from the ring on top of the turnbuckle, so he does a back flip into the ring before preparing for the match as his music fades out. Rob Banks' "Looks like Basquiat" hits and Banksquiat emerges from the curtains on his bike with a blunt lit. Slowly cruises down the ramp slowly playing with his hair (or tying it up). 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. Levi Dafoe: Hailing from ChIraqistan, IL weighing in at 178 lbs...BANKSQUIAT! Match Two Gothic Lolita Street Fight ![]() ![]() The referee signals for the bell and the match is under way. They lock up in the center of the ring, both decked out in their own peculiar gothic style outfits. Ethan Matthews gets a quick leg sweep on Banksquiat, taking him to the ground. The two scramble, which results in Banksquiat getting caught in a headlock. He manages to spin out of it by breaking Ethan's grip and they start trading punches. Ethan begins to get the better of the exchange before Banksquiat ducks a lunging right and rebounds off the ropes, catching a surprised Ethan Matthews with a quick rollup pin. 1!........ 2!...... KICKOUT! Ethan forces his way out and kips to his feet, catching Banksquiat right in the face with a kick, knocking him into the corner. Ethan charges in for a flying forearm but Banksquiat dodges at the very last second, making Ethan's face hit the ring post. Banksquiat spins around and unloads on him, hitting him with everything but the kitchen sink. The ref starts his count and reaches four before Banksquiat eases up, getting pulled away by the ref. Ethan manages to get a quick poke of the eye on Banksquiat and shoves him into the ref, knocking him down. Banksquiat stands up, looking at the ref but gets surprised by a hard low blow from Ethan Matthews. Banksquiat turns around, holding his junk and eats a knee to the face from Ethan Matthews, followed by his patented Drive Bye triangle choke. The ref comes to and crawls over to them to monitor the submission. Banksquiat flails his arms around, trying to get out but ultimately has to succumb to the choke, tapping out. DING! DING! DING! Winner: Ethan Matthews via Submission (9:40) ![]() ![]() Music was blaring in the background as Luke Wisia was surrounded by the other HKW lockers, but he was in front of the one labeled with his name. He tapped the name plate a few times and sang the song that was playing softly under his breath. There were other wrestlers from the rosters around him, but he didn’t pay them any attention. The only thing he seen was something of his own that was the first step into a wrestling career and proving that he had it in his blood. Luke Wisia: Crazy to think after all this time, I’m now here. Time to quit bein’ the spoiled brat of the fam and start bein’ what we live up to. Some of us are made for wrestling, and I’m one of them. After digging his fingers into the name on the plate, he turns his attention to the stereo that was playing and lowered his head. Luke Wisia: I already know what everyone thinks of me. Just another one of the Banks kids that thinks he has what it takes to wrestle. They think my mouth is bigger than my ability, but they don’t know anything growin’ up and havin’ somethin’ expected from you. There’s a reason I’m here right now…. that reason is to move on with my life and do what I enjoy. Luke thought he was talking to himself, but looks to his left to see Fel walking towards his direction. She looks at him with a smirk on her face, carrying her tag team title in her hand. Felicity: Errr.. Promo class is on Thursdays, Luke. That was good, though. Real good. She walks closer toward Luke, taking a seat on one of the benches inside the locker room while Luke adjusts the suit he was wearing. Felicity: God. This place smells like sweaty man, and… ass. Jesus. Felicity makes a yuck face before lifting her sweatshirt over her nose to block out the stench. Felicity: Now that we know you could talk, we just need to see if you could wrestle. Why the hell didn’t you hit me up to teach you anything anyway?! He shrugs in Felicity’s direction, but avoids making eye contact. If there was anyone in the family he has talked to the least, it was Felicity and Jayden. Not only was he trying to get his feet settled with wrestling, but within the Banks family once again. Luke Wisia: I can fight, Fel. Ain’t that good enough? I mean look at me, I’m not any kinda lil bitch. And yeaaa… I have just been bothered. I thought my HKW debut was gonna be smooth, but you know how BB can be. He keeps tellin’ me to slow down some and learn the basics. The one day I did train with him, he made my ass run three miles ‘round the track before the shit even got started. I’m just confused I think… Luke shakes his head without really knowing what to think. He knew wrestling would be hard, but he didn’t know that it was considered this serious until he stepped into it fullsteam. Felicity still has her sweatshirt covering her nose as she sits her tag team title on the bench. Felicity: Brandon… Works in weird ways, Luke. He has his own way of seeing thing, and honestly? If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be tag team champion now. He’s right, you should slow down. After what you’ve been through? To just jump into wrestling like this? She shrugs her shoulders, looking around the locker room. Felicity: It’s probably not an easy transition. You just need to listen to him, because when it comes to us? He wouldn’t ever in his life steer us wrong. Felicity pulls the sweatshirt from her face revealing a sarcastic grin. Felicity: Listen to me. I’m over here defending him when just a few weeks ago I was complaining about him… She pauses, the sarcastic smile turning into a disgruntled glare. Felicity: I’m still mad about that. I should be getting the damn HKW championship match, damnit! It’s not fair! Luke smirks towards Felicity and scratches the back of his head before planting his fingers on his forehead. Luke Wisia: Nah, Fel… See, that’s what BB does understand. I need to do somethin’ to take my mind off all that. What the fuck else am I gonna do? Sit on the couch all day like Red and not do fuck all? Nahhh… I can’t do that. He brushes his hand through his hair and lets it fall back to hit the steel metal of the locker. Luke Wisia: I know he wants what is best for me. I just expected him to do some things a lil differently. I mean, I got drafted by Risky, not BB. I told him I was signin’ up and he might have been kinda busy at the time, but I told him I was gonna be in the arena. I guess Risky saw my name on the roster list and put it in his back pocket. Luke looks over to Felicity and narrows his eyebrows. Luke Wisia: You mean to tell me you ain’t got a HKW Championship Match yet, Felbug? See, we all already knew who the real athlete in the fam is. Just wait for me to catch up. Felicity smiles as she lets out a sigh. Felicity: Yeah, no. I don’t have one and it’s kinda making me mad. But I feel like I sound like a spoiled brat by complaining like this? I just can’t help it. I don’t understand why I’m being bypassed by all these mediocre fucks who can’t hold a candle to me. Gwen Massey ain’t shit. Sunshine Tony ain’t shit. Just… UGHHH! Luke held back a laugh to the best of his ability as he points towards Felicity. Luke Wisia: Brandon banks helps run this company. We’re part of the Banks fam. Everything we do will twice as hard. There ain’t no shortcuts or else ‘we only got the title because we’re related’ bullshit starts to come into play. If there is anythin’ I have learned from BB the last few days, he expects us to put in more work than everyone else if we wanna have our shine. Comes with the relation. He pats Felicity hard on the back and laughs a little more. Luke Wisia: So that just means we have to beat everyone on the roster twice, cuz. Includin’ each other! Felicity gives her cousin the evil eye as she stands up and shoves Luke. Felicity: I can take you, you know… Felicity reaches in and pinches Luke hard in the arm and runs out of the locker room before Luke can react. Luke Wisia: HEYYYY!!!!!! Felicity has already ran down the hallway before Luke could figure out what happened. He has confusion on his face, but doesn’t take it off the dust that his cousin has kicked up. He holds out and hand and yells in hope that she can still hear him. Luke Wisia: YEAH!!! You better not come back here or I’mma kick your ass, FEL!!! You been doin’ that cardio shit too much, yo!!! LUKE WRESTLING TIP NUMBER ONE!!! But she couldn’t hear him, as he only was drawing attention from the others sharing the locker room. Luke looks over his shoulders awkwardly and nods to everyone before making a exit stage left. ![]() ![]() The camera transitions to a blank black screen. For a moment there is silence but it is quickly broken. Jay Gatz: We've been gon a long time... The voice is a mans with a heavy southern drawl. Jay Gatz: We had sum shit happen to us. Wasn't very good. But we gon take curr of it nah. We even started ouah own bidness. Got ouah own junkyard. Thought shit would be good foe us. But dere wuz jus sumthin missin. The cracking of a can is heard. Jay Gatz: Den I got da phone call. An boy wuz I surprised. But I wuz happy. I missed dis shit, and I think some of y'all missed us doin it. But don't worry. The lights then turn on to show Jay Gatz standing right in front of the camera wearing a dirty wife beater and a Georgia Bulldogs hat, a tall boy of Pabst in his right hand. Jessie can be seen over his shoulder in the background. Jay takes another drink and then let's out a cocky smile. Jay Gatz: We back, and we gon see all of you next Defiance. The screen then turns to a shot of a rebel flag with the words "The return of Twin Gatz at Defiance IX." ![]()
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![]() Defiance comes back from commercial break and cuts backstage to the Locker Room Area. It shows Kai seated in a metal folding chair, his Raven Black Hair obscuring his face from view as he taped up his right hand. Rather than the... "Ring Wear" chosen for him by Nero, he was dressed in his normal In-Ring Attire, with his Trench Coat laying on the back of the chair. He continued to get himself ready in silence for a few moments, before he paused and gave a soft sigh of annoyance. Kai: Is there a reason you keep glancing in my direction? The camera pans around to show Michael Alexander also wrapping his hands, continuously glancing over at Kai. Michael Alexander: I'm not backing away from that challenge, Kai. Also, it's quite hard to imagine you in a prom dress. Kai snorts quietly, seemingly dismissing Michael's first statement entirely. He doesn't look up at Michael as he finishes wrapping his right hand, and moves on to his left wrist. Kai: You'll be in a match where you're going to be wearing a tutu, and required to incorporate dance against an opponent who's very adept in that area. So I think "Imagining" anything regarding me is the least of your worries for the evening. Michael also snorts and laughs, even cracking a smile. Michael Alexander: I see you still aren't taking my challenge seriously, as I figured. Maybe winning this match tonight will change your mind, even if it does require me to wear a tutu and do a few pirouettes. We've sparred before, I've been through your regimen, you know that I'm more than capable. Although his face still could not be seen, Michael could feel the sneer Kai had on his face as he spoke in his usual Quiet Monotone. Kai: If that were all it took to prove you can last against me Alexander, I have been exposed 7 Years Ago. If you're that insistent on facing me then by all means, try. Both men paused as there was a sudden knock on the door, momentarily ending their conversation. Kai, being the closest to the door, calmly got up and walked over, opening it. There was a stage hand standing in the doorway, looking very nervous as he addressed the two of them. Stage Hand: Nero Darling...told me to send these to the both of you for your respective matches. He held up both arms, showing two different articles of clothing on each arm. On his right, there was a black dress, made to fit a medium sized frame. On the other, a pink tutu, made with the same size alterations to fit. Michael Alexander: Time to suit up. He cracks a sheepish smile before standing and taking the tutu, holding it up in front of him. Michael Alexander: I hope Nero never gets to put together a card ever again. Kai said nothing, staring at the black dress blankly as he didn't move a muscle. Finally, after a few long moments of silence, his eyes snapped up to meet the Stage Hand's. Kai: ..All Stage Hands have some form of Health Insurance and Workman's Compensation, right? The Other Two Men were caught off guard by the question, to say the least. Stage Hand: Yes...but what does that have to do with- He never got the chance to finish his question as Kai's Elbow slammed right into his jaw, sending him crashing into the ground and knocking him out cold in the process.Michael's attention snaps to Kai and the unconscious stage hand before moving into action. He stands in front of Kai and picks up the prom dress, shoving it into his chest roughly. Michael Alexander: Put the damn dress on and quit attacking stage hands, you just look like a tool. He walked off, swiping the tutu off the bench and disappears around the corner. Kai, far beyond caring at this point, simply walked off, grabbing his Trench Coat and stepping over the unconscious Stage Hand he left down the hall. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up with Onyx sitting in what seems to be an old school desk chair made of oak. Looking at the chair itself, You could see Gambino standing in front of a big white board as he paces back and forth wondering what the next lesson in management she should teach her. They already went over Trust and Improvisation. She was still working on the improvisation part which is hard since there really hasn’t been any opportunities where she could really improvise the way Gambino had described it to her but she was sure there would come a time where she would need it and put it to good use thanks to Gamino. Onyx: Gambino? She asked to get his attention, as she now turned her attention to him. Sitting up straight, her hands folded on top of her desk looking proper. Onyx: Before we move on to the next lesson. You mind if I ask you a question regarding Trust? Gambino continues pacing around back and forth as he adjusts the coke bottle framed glasses on his face before pointing at Onyx. Gambino: You might as well ask yo question now while I think ova dis lesson plan. Shit, breh. I ain’t know this teachin’ thang was dis hard. Gambno shakes his head before taking a seat in his chair behind his little desk in front of the whiteboard. He reaches into the drawer, pulling out a red bag of Skittles, dumping some of the Skittles into his hand before scarfing them down. Gambino: Skittles? Onyx politely removes the offer with a simple shake of her had accompanied with a soft smile. Onyx: No thank you Gambino, but my question involves what happened between you and Tank. You were his manager, and he trusted you correct? Gambino rolls his eyes. He dumps some more Skittles into his mouth as he crosses his arms and fully leans back on his chair, kicking his feet onto the desk. Gambino: I guess so, but he shouldnta. I ain’t eva like that nigga since day one, breh. You wasn’t around back then, but this mawfucka put his hands on me at a party a couple months back and I been plottin’ revenge since that damn day, breh. He shakes his head thinking back to his cousin Ronnie’s going away party as he cracks his knuckles. Gambino: That mawfucka knew I didn’t like him, and he ain’t even got no talent. Why he trusted me, I’ll neva know. I really don’t care either though. I can’t be associated wit lames, ya feel me? My clients all successful, and Tank? He the laughin’ stock of pro wrastlin’. Can’t be associated wit that. Gambino tosses the empty bag of Skittles into a trash can on the side of the desk. He turns his White Sox snapback backwards around his head and continues to sit comfortably. Gambino: Why you ask doh? Onyx: I asked because I was curious. You said one of the most important things you need to have is trust but since what you were doing was merely a ruse to get revenge… it doesn’t really apply to my managerial situation because I am not trying to take advantage or fool anyone. Especially Joey. Gambino squints. Gambino: …. Wut? He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, trying to understand what Onyx was saying. Gambino: Nah breh, you got it all twisted up right now. I don’t fux wit Tank, ya feel me? I knew that big dumb elephant would fall for just about anythin. Tank is a piece of shit. All that shit? It was a plan for everybody in da locker room to hate that nigga so he ain’t have no help when I busted his head. He don’t count as one of my clients. Zero and Neon? I would neva in my life do somethin’ like that to them. Hell nah. He shrugs his shoulders. Gambino: Fuck Tank. Onyx stared at Bino blankly for a moment as she sat quietly for a moment realizing that he didn’t understand what she was saying. He took advantage of Tank knowing when it comes to people he can be a bit naive which allowed Gambino to go forth with his plan and be successful at it. Onyx: I see. She says simply thinking it best to move from the subject onto another. Onyx: Do you think it is appropriate for people in our position to interfere in… our clients matches? Have you ever done it? Gambino: Buncha times. Shiiiit, if they had a job description for a manager? Interfering would be one of the first thing on tha jawn. You ain’t gotta do that, but sometimes the time calls when you gotta help yo peoples out. Like shit, I figure it this way. Both Z-Breh and Neon done took shots for me. Why wouldn’t I do the same for them? He thinks back to one moment specifically. Gambino: Like, shit. When Z-Breh took that bat shot to the head? That fucked up ma life a lil, breh. This nigga went down like a sack of bricks and got a concussion fo’ me, and Neon woulda done the same shit. They ride for me, I ride for em. It’s simple. Onyx began to think. Putting her self in different scenarios. She already knew that Joey wouldn’t appreciate her interfering in his matches but in the case where someone was going beyond their bounds as in doing something illegal? That might be more acceptable if she stepped in. Would she take a shot for Joey? Probably. She would probably do it without even thinking which wouldn’t make him to happy either she imagined. Onyx: Would you still… step in the line of fire knowing that the person may not be too pleased if you did so? Cause I would imagine that neither one of you would want the other to get hurt but know that you would rather take the blow for them… would you still do it, even though they would disapprove? Gambino shrugs his shoulders, realizing that there was no right answer here. Gambino: Aye, I ain’t about to say no shit that gon eventually lead to Perello whoopin’ my ass breh. Gambino looks around the room before ducking down and grabbing a miniature white board. He grabs a green marker of the desk and begins to write on it before bring it up and showing it to Onyx. The whiteboard reads ‘Yeaah’ as he nods his head. Gambino: Ya hear me? Onyx smiles. Onyx: I don't hear you, but I definitely read you. She pauses, noticing the somewhat depressed look on Gambino's features. Onyx: Is everything... okay? You seem a little distracted lately. Gambino shines off a fake smirk and a sigh. Gambino: Distracted probably a good word. Nah, but I’m good now that I’m back on the east coast. My head just in the clouds right now. He pulls the whiteboard toward himself, and grabs some kleenex off desk and wipes down the board. Gambino: I’ll have a whole powerpoint presentation next time. Bet. He looks up, tilting his head just a little to the right. Gambino: You know anybody wit a overhead projecta? Onyx: OfficeMax? Gambino shakes his head as the scene fades out. ![]() ![]() Levi Dafoe: The following is a ballerina match scheduled for...one...uh...introducing first.... There is only one special thing about this entrance as "We Are" by Hollywood Undead begins to play. Michael Alexander steps through the curtain wearing a tutu. He looks rather disappointed about being in a tutu, but as the audience cheers him on, forces a smile before heading down the ramp. Levi Dafoe: From Sydney, Australia. He weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands five feet, ten inches tall. He is "The Prodigy" Michael!! Alexander!!! Once Michael enters the ring, he heads to his corner and waits the competition. The intro to "The Angle" by The Core begins playing as Asher Daniels slowly makes his way onto the stage, dressed in a tutu as well, 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. 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, before turning his attention to the entranceway. Levi Dafoe: And his opponent, from San Diego, California; weighing in at 170 pounds, XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! "Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth exits through the curtain, a small smirk on his face as he does so. Even though he is wearing a tutu, he goes ahead and proudly walks down the ramp, as if there is nothing wrong with this. He even high-fives a few hands whilst walking down the ramp. Levi Dafoe: And their opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona; weighing in at 180 pounds, HUNTER WERTH! Hunter enters the ring and looks at both Michael and XAD before making his way over to the corner, where he begins to try and stretch, only to remember that he is wearing a tutu. Match Three Ballerina Match ![]() ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Hunter would be the first to start things off. He attempted a pirouette, only to fail at it. Michael would then get his turn, but would fail to do the same move, getting very close to doing one. The audience would go absolutely nuts when Xavier would step up, nervously, and would perform a perfect pirouette. Hunter would go for a second attempt at it, but Lance Winters's music would hit and he would come down to the ring to distract Hunter more than anyone else. Hunter quickly had enough and exited the ring before beginning to chase the leader of RIP in a tutu. Winters ran back up the ramp, Werth not so far behind, though the tutu wasn't really helping him. The two men would be left in the ring, confused as hell as to what actually happened before Michael Alexander would attempt another pirouette....and would succeed! Alexander, rather proud of himself, would begin nodding his head before allowing Xavier to have a chance. Once Xavier attempted his pirouette, the audience cheered. He had done yet another pirouette. Michael Alexander would nod his head as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead before attempting yet another pirouette....and coming so close to succeeding! Xavier Ashe Daniels would then step up, trembling and sweating before wiping the sweat of his forehead and getting a real determined look on his face. He would then attempt pirouette number three....and would succeed! The audience cheers as the bell rings, signaling the end of this match! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Xavier Asher Daniels via Pirouette (8:23) Michael Alexander claps as he exits the ring, but before XAD's music can hit, "Brackish" by Kittle would hit and Ava Adore would make her way out to the ring, where she would enter it and taunt her number one contender with the title by raising it high up in the air as the scene fades out. ![]() ![]() The scene opens inside the office of Brandon Banks. A pair of crossed legs is propped up on the desk as a cloud of smoke brushes against the camera. The man in the big chair isn’t who it’s supposed to be. As the the camera pans upwards, it reveals the hottest star in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling complete with his signature afro wig on his head. Kucci Mane Kuwop leans back in the chair puffing on a green magar. Kucci Mane Kuwop: Ain’t no ashtray in this bitch? Kuwop looks around before finding a #1 Dad coffee mug. He flicks the ashes inside and shrugs his shoulders. Kucci Mane Kuwop: Oh well. Kenny continues to smoke before looking up at the door. Kucci Mane Kuwop: Aye Che make sure Star ain’t comin’ down the hallway. The camera pans to one of HKW’s newest signees, Santos who’s standing next to the door playing his Nintendo 3DS. He lets out a sigh, blowing his jet black hair to the side before cracking the door and peeking his head out. He closes the door back and looks down to the couch next to him. Santos: All clear. And don’t worry hermanito, they ain’t lookin’ for you yet ese. Once again, the camera pans to a menacing looking red-haired man. That’s Demonito, the older brother of Santos. He nods before looking at Kenny. Demonito: I don’t get it vato...no one around here knows me. How the fuck am I on the No Entry list? Kucci Mane Kuwop: In case you two haven’t noticed, you two are always shirtless with ink covering your bodies. You niggas ain’t necessarily Dapper Dans. Here Che. Kenny holds the magar out towards Santos who lets out a small chuckle before taking it and hitting it. Santos: We’re nice people. Somewhere down the hallway, another camera crew catches up with Brandon Banks who has five members of the security team with him, not including RED. Banks peeks down the hall and sees Kuwop, Santos, and Demonito before turning to the security team wide eyed. Brandon Banks: Aight, ya’ll know Kuwop and ya’ll know Santos. Demonito’s the one over there that you ain’t ever seen before. He peeks down the hallway once again to make sure no one was coming. Brandon Banks: I need this to be tactical, bruh. Some Navy Seals, Call of Duty Modern Warfare shit, ya feel me? I need y’all to sneak around this hallway, run down that one while I distract them and… TAKE...HIM...DOWN! The security members all look at one another before shrugging their shoulders, not fully understanding the seriousness of the situation. Brandon Banks: And if y’all fuck this up in any way shape or form… You’re all gon be kissin’ my damn boots, ya hear me? They nod as Banks points down the hallway. Brandon Banks: Now Go! Go! Go! The security members head down the hall, some of them somersaulting and pressing up against the wall for cover. Banks squints his eyes before turning around and pacing down the hall toward his office. Brandon Banks: Yoooooo! Banks walks up to them and peeks behind Demonito’s shoulder to check if his ‘soldiers’ were in position… Nothing. Brandon Banks: Sooo, uh… What’s good? Demonito: Who the fuck is this vato in my personal space holmes? Kenny looks up in the air as a flashback bubble pops into his head. It was the last time Demonito and Santos got arrested...they sensed danger like CIA agents. Kucci Mane Kuwop: Ayyyeeee Bank of Kumerica reunited again. Monito, this is Brandon and we’re kinda in his office. Santos: I thought you said this was your oval office? Kenny looks over to BB. Kucci Mane Kuwop: Umm...about that...wheres that blunt at? Just as Kenny says those words, Banks looks to see if the security crew was in their position, but nothing. He shakes his head vigorously as he thinks something up. Brandon Banks: Look! Is that Danny Trejo?! Santos and Demonito look out the door as Banks nudges Kenny’s arm and starts ‘slent yelling’ at him. Brandon Banks: (Silent Yelling) I THOUGHT YOU SAID THOSE TWO TOGETHER WERE TROUBLE?! He looks over to see the two still looking for the Danny Trejo sighting. Brandon Banks: (Silent Yelling) WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?! I CAN’T HAVE NO ONE KILLED! Kenny scratches his head as he passes the blunt to BB. Kucci Mane Kuwop (Silent talking): Look man relax. When I’m here, they’re neutralized. You would only have something to worry about if you saw them two alone...no voice of reason in that dynamic. He looks over a Santos and Demonito. Kucci Mane Kuwop: ATTENCION!! You niggas don’t even know who Danny Trejo is. Santos turns around before tapping Demonito on the shoulder. Demonito: I saw some vato backflipping. We made eye contact and he started running away. Shit’s weird around here ese. Brandon’s jaw drops as he lets out a sigh and grabs the blunt from Kenny. Brandon Banks: … Fuck it. Kucci Mane Kuwop looks into the camera smiling. Kucci Mane Kuwop: The surgeon general here. I promise Star, we are only killing ourselves with tobacco intake. Banks looks at the camera and motions for them to cut before raising the blunt to his lips as the scene fades away. ![]() ![]() The camera panes to the backstage area as we see Luke Wisia walking down the hallways blindly. He was kicking thin air , head down, and muttering under his breath. You could tell he was in a foul mood as he looks over his shoulder to make sure BB wasn’t anywhere close by. Luke Wisia: So stupid. I ain’t sittin’ there watchin’ pokemon matches and dudes dressed in dresses. This ain’t wrestling. This is a damn circus goin’ on. Brandon might think it’s a good thing, but I’m not gettin’ shit from the show tonight. He continues to look at his feet and kick the air, walking towards the catering table. He stops mid-step in the corridors and looks around him. Posters… Luke Wisia: Haha, look at these clowns. Ladies and gentlemen, you’re newwww Tellytubby Championnnn of the Worlddddddd… The guy dressed like Charizarddddd! Luke smirks and throws a hand up at the posters. Luke Wisia: What a joke. If this weren’t DS battles, I’d walk right up in that ring and kick someone’s ass. Low key glad I don’t wrestle till the next show. He looks up at the posters and keeps walking down the hallway until he comes across one labeled: Milo Boyd. Luke snickers to himself in a low and soft tone. After looking at the poster for a moment, he pulled a pen from his pocket and began to scribble drawings on Milo’s poster. First, he starts with a mustache, then starts to color in his eyes, and put tattoos of penises on his arms. Luke takes a step back to admire his work and busts out in laughter as he hears someone else walking down the hallway to his right. Luke turns his attention and sees Milo, himself, come from behind the corner, and sees what Luke has been doing to his poster. Milo Boyd: Aye, what the fuck you doin’? Why you gotta scribble on my poster like you’re ten? Luke looks at Milo with surprise and gives away a childish laugh. Luke Wisia: It ain’t look enough like you, I had to change it around. Whoever did this work ain’t put enough time and valuable effort into it. I’m just helpin’ ya out some. He looks up to the poster and points at the penis tattoos. Luke Wisia: Nice ink. Milo laughs sarcastically and smacks the pen out of Luke’s hand, sending it across the floor, and obviously annoying him. Almost nose to nose, Milo cracks a slight smirk. Milo Boyd: You think you’re funny, don’t you? You don’t get your wraps one night and all of a sudden it’s “fuck a Milo Boyd”. I’ll get shit for Charlie, I ain’t gettin’ you a damn thing. The only thing you’re getting is a knee to your fucking face at Defiance Nine. The team won’t need your help anyway. Milo scoffs and shakes his head, taking a step back. Milo Boyd: Now, I know you ain’t jealous. You’re a Banks boy, why would you be? No, it’s something else, ain’t it? Tell me, Wisia, what’s your issue with me? Luke cracks a smile ay Milo and starts to fan in front of his nose. Luke Wisia: Dayyyyummmm, son. Your breath smell like some straight funk. He reaches out with one finger and slightly pushes Milo on the corner of his shoulder. Luke Wisia: The team ain’t need me? Yeaaa, good luck winnin’ with those other sleezebags. You think Kasey is gonna do shit? Gia? HA! They’re almost as pathetic as you. Almost. Milo seems to be highly annoyed with Luke as he looks up to the poster again. Luke Wisia: My issue? Easy. You’re a bitch, Milo. First, you start actin’ like you own the Trap House. Gettin’ shit for Charlie, but you ain’t get me no swishers? That’s some bitch shit right there. Then, you just gonna act like it was nothin’? Fuck you, Milo. Know your place. When I ask you to pick up somethin’, you do it with no questions asked. Milo sneers a bit and begins to pace around the hallway. Milo Boyd: See, that right there is some initiation shit and I ain’t about to deal with that. I don’t act like I own the joint, I hang just like you, bruh. I just don’t like your attitude, much like BB. That Banks sense of entitlement. I don’t come from some famous wrestling family like you, I had to earn the shit I have. Oh, you’re a Banks? I guess that means I gotta bow and kiss yo fucking shoes. That bullshit doesn’t fly around here and if it bothers you, suck it the fuck up. Luke raises an eye, walks past Milo, stopping for a second beside him, and smiles. Luke Wisia: But it does fly. If you ain’t gonna learn your place, I’mma have to teach you. I got better shit to be doin’ than puttin’ up with some punk bitch. He runs his hands through his hair and winks at Milo. Luke Wisia: See ya in two weeks. Milo looks at Luke in the eyes as he responds and they slowly start to walk away from each other. Milo Boyd: That’s the shit I’m talkin’ about, that sense of entitlement. You ain’t gonna teach me a damn thing, Luke, because you ain’t gon last long enough to get the chance. The two stare at one another before going their separate ways and the screen fades to black. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up with one Gwendolyn Massey sitting in her own locker room since Hard Knox Wrestling has moved from the Platinum Spectrum. Sitting there with her feet up and a strawberry pocky stick in her mouth. Her attention was on the current match on the television which was another ‘Nero Original’. It made her chuckle a little before she heard a knock at the door and looked towards it, kinda just used to people just walking in her space and also sharing it. She sighed as she finished her pocky and stood to a vertical stance and went for the door. Hearing familiar voices from on the other side of it, she decided that she would have a little fun with the persons.. Gwen Massey: Who is ittt? Gwen asked as she giggled softly. Carissa Diamond: It’s TOP NOTCH, bitch! Giggles are heard, as they person behind the door must have realized the joking nature of the atmosphere. Gwen opens the door and looks at the females standing there and tilts her head to the side slightly before a big smile appeared on her features. Gwen Massey: Candy! Rissa Missa! My twins!! Gwen embraced both separately before motioning for them to come into the locker room. Gwen Massey: Come In, Come in.. about time you both come and visit me at work.. so busy you two are! She said as she placed her hands on her hips. Carissa Diamond: Busy?! Well, it’s big booty’s fault! Always agreeing to stuff…. Carissa slaps the tall blonde’s backside while she slips into the room, nearly undetected by Gwen. The blonde is none other than, Amber Nicole, now under the trademark name, Amber Monroe. Amber Nicole: Oops, my bad! But I don’t think we know each other, I’m Amber Monroe, but you should have known that already… She flips her long blonde hair off her shoulder, and winks down at Gwen. Not only did Gwen look at the female with a smile, she also rose her brow to her statement. Of course, anyone else.. it would’ve been a verbal battle but as she has learned from her sisterly figures was that they can talk the most and hang with the best. Underestimating this female wouldn’t result well in Gwen’s favor. Gwen Massey: Gwen, cheers. I do apologize though, I didn’t see you though. Well, still any friend of Candice and Carissa are friends of mine! So besides FINALLY visiting me, what brings you all to HKW? I know it has to be big seeing I’ve asked you to come before and blah. Gwen laughed slightly before resting her back against her locker and motioned to the bench that was in the room. Candice is the first to sit down on the bench, doing a sliding motion repeatedly. Her sister gives her a dirty look, before sitting next to her. Just to have her hip smacked into by Candice. Carissa Diamond: Ugh! Cut it out, crazy!! Well we’re here because we have a big announcement, as you know-CANDICE!!! Once again, Candice hits her sister after continuously rubbing her tuss against the bench in her sparkly shorts. The two twins begin to argue. Amber squeezes in between them, so one doesn’t strike the other. Amber Nicole: We have trained two young female wrestlers, to become a tag team and take over the HKW building….GIRLS!! Two young, short exotic looking females enter the scene. Once they walk in the arguing stops. One of African American descent, with bright blue hair who has a clever smile on her face. The other one appears to be Filipino, with killer cheekbones and brown curly hair. They stand next to the bench where the girls are occupying, looking up at Gwen with curiosity. Amber Nicole: This is Veronica Rae and London London, also known as The Diirtyy South! Gwen looks at both females and extends her hand out towards them with a smile on her face. Gwen Massey: Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like these ladies are ready for anything. I believe they both more or less sized me up and weren't trying to be inconspicuous about it. Respect. Shoot, Ms. Monroe, this is the second all female tag team to join HKW thus far recently.. and I mean join not be made. I believe the other one was an all female team of filipinas. I don’t remember their names but yeah. She said as she looked at Candice and Carissa who had their heads turned away from one another then back towards London and Veronica. Gwen Massey: Gwen Massey, cheers! Veronica Rae shakes Gwen’s hand, she lightly nudges for London to do the same. She slowly does, not losing eye contact with Gwen in the process. Veronica Rae: Nice to meet you! London London: Wait! Second all female team? Who was the first?! And who gave them the right to be Filipina?! I’m the Filipina in here- Candice Diamond: Whoa! Down tiger!! Carissa then puts a hand over London’s mouth, she continues to bark until forced down to the bench. Veronica sits down next to her, still smiling. Gwen nodded her head towards London as she then turned her gaze to Veronica seeing that she was a little bit more calmer. She pulled up a seat and sat there laughing slightly. Gwen Massey: Yeah, seeing that the new tag teams have to share a locker room, I believe your teams will meet eventually. I think they have a match tonight though. So yeah. Overall, nice to meet you both. I am glad to know that I finally have two people who like me here, I mean.. I could care less but the feeling is still there She laughs it off before looking towards Candice and then to Carissa. Gwen Massey: So.. There has to be more to this than this. I mean, you introduce me to Amber which I am glad to have the pleasure to have met. Then you all introduce me to London and Veronica? What is your games my twin loves? She asked as she tilted her head to the side once again Amber, Candice and Carissa all stare at each other with an evil genius look in their eyes. The twin stand up and walk over to Gwen. Carissa Diamond: You know we don’t usually make friends with many people in the business, but you’re different. We like you. A lot. So if you need anything, just let THEM know and they’ll handle it. She shoves her finger into London’s forehead, signaling to them. Candice Diamond: They will have your back for whatever. Especially when #TeamTOPNOTCH is unavailable... Because unlike half these whores on this roster. TopNotch: You can sit with us! The trio all begins to laugh, staring down at the twins shirt with their signature saying. Carissa leads the pack out of the locker room, all still laughing. London and Veronica pop up off the bench quickly. London rubbing her forehead viciously, while Veronica nearly breaks Gwen’s neck with a submission like headlock choke, in the form of a hug. She then smiles and waves to Gwen before skipping out of the locker room with the rest of the crew. Gwen Massey: I’ll be damned.. looks like I am going to be busy for a while huh? She said as she pulled another stick of pocky out of her box and started to eat it as she went back to watching the current Defiance 8 match that was on. ![]() ![]() The camera transitions back to ringside where we see HKW ring announcer, Levi Dafoe, standing next to a circular table inside the ring. Sitting at the table are Santos, Milo Boyd, and Leifi Maivia. In front of them are three Nintendo DS's, all connected to the HKW Tron. Levi Dafoe: Ladies and gentlemen... This is the Pokemon duel! All three HKW wrestlers shake their heads, not believing what they're about to endure. Levi Dafoe: The rules for this contest are simple... Each man will start off with three level fifty Pokemon. The person with the last remaining Pokemon at the end wins! Before the duel can begin, Santos stands up and grabs Leifi's and Milo's DS. He tosses them out of the ring and pie faces Boyd, and the two start throwing down! Leifi pushes the table out of the way and attack both men as Levi Dafoe runs out of the ring, away from the broken out fight. Santos and Leifi work on Boyd until the knock him out of the ring, and then the two turn their attention to one another. Santos charges in toward Leifi and gets back body dropped onto the table! Leifi celebrates, but doesn't realize that perching to the top rope behind him is Milo Boyd. Leivi turns around and gets nailed with a missile dropkick, sending Leifi out of the ring! Milo taunts Leifi who backpedals through the audience with a grin on his face. Santos finally rises back to his feet and soccer kicks Milo Boyd below the belt before exiting the ring himself. Winner: No Contest ![]() ![]() The scene opens inside of Nero Darling’s brand new office. The walls are a minty, teal-y blue that almost perfectly match her hair and she’s sitting on top of a white desk, facing a Furby that she’s patiently trying to teach Tupac lyrics to. Nero Darling: Okay… say “Revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy.” The Furby blinks it’s gigantic eyes twice and then mutters some gibberish Furby language. Nero sighs and leans in closer to the Furby. Nero Darling: Say “I’m not a killer but don’t push me.” The Furby links again and chirps. Nero Darling: ...This isn’t working. Sadfaces. The door this flys open as R.I.P. President Lance Winters is seen standing there with a beer bottle in hand. He looks around the office and takes a swig. Lance Winters: Hello Cotton Candyland. He then notices Nero sitting there at the small table with the Furby across from he. Lance takes yet another swig. Lance Winters: Ladies. He nods their direction. Nero arches an eyebrow at Lance and then glances back down at her Furby before glancing back up at him. Nero Darling: ...Winston isn’t a lady. Winters scratches his head with the bottle. Lance Winters: Well shoot...Looks pretty feminine to me with those prettayyy eyelashes. He laughs a little and begins to look around the office not knowing it was hers. Lance Winters: Blake must be into some real fruity shit. He takes a drink and looks back to Nero and Winston. he walks over and sits down in a little chair. Lance Winters: Yes, don’t mind if I do sit down. As if Nero really invited him to do such a thing. Lance Winters: So what are you and the mis...ter doing all cooped up in here? Isn’t this your hostile take over? He begins to wave his hand and bottle in the air. Lance Winters: THE NEROING IS UPON US! Nero and Winston exchange a look as she pours him another tiny cup of tea. In the background, “Hail Mary” continues to play, as though she’s trying to teach it to Winston by osmosis. She offers Winston a sugar cube for his tea, but he declines it since he’s trying to lose a pound or two before summer. Nero Darling: Not really hostile… not yet anyway. Fortunately the peasants are easily manipulated. I’ve just been sneakily playing a tape of subliminal messages for Mr. Riskeh and Mr. Bwandon for weeks. So they let me have D8. Now that I know it was successful… well, the sky is the limit, huh? She gives Lance a toothy, innocent grin. It’s impossible to tell whether she’s teasing or serious. Lance looks around the table and grabs a small tea cup of his own nudging it a little towards Nero asking her to pour him some too. Lance Winters: Ah the psychological game eh? Lance smirks. Lance Winters: How devious of you, Ms. Darling. I can’t complain nor bitch...Well that’s the same thing really. Just know I myself, approve of your antics. And I support your hostile take over...For this night of course. He takes a sip of the tea. Lance Winters: Ahhhhh. Yummy! Nero tilts her head and looks at him with a bemused expression. Nero Darling: You… forgot the tea bag… She holds up a tiny little teabag. Nero Darling: All you’re drinking is hot water… but, um, if that’s your thing… She shrugs and helps Winston take another sip of his tea. He comments that the tea could use some lemon next time and Nero rolls her eyes. Lance takes the tea bag and laughs a little at his forgetfulness. He begins to twirl the bag around the cup and looks up at Winston. Lance Winters: So Winston, what’s that ladies talking about these days? The Furby blinks his gigantic eyes and chirps “Fuck bitches, get money” while Nero looks on, pleased. She sips her tea again and rests one hand on her heavily pregnant stomach. Nero Darling: So… what brings you to the The Office Of the Glorious Leader Of the Revolution? Besides the tea and Winston’s sage advice. Lance stirs some sugar in his tea and takes a sip before responding. Lance Winters: Well i was originally headed to….Um scratch that. I just wanted to see the woman who was giving me the pleasure of being in the companies first ever “Pocky Eating Contest”! I just wanna say, I won’t let you down! He takes another sip. Lance Winters: I’m not the type of guy that likes to be disappointed so why should I disappoint others right? Nero nods sagely, sipping her own tiny cup of tea as she refills Winston’s cup. She sighs and gives the Furby a look. Nero Darling: No, Winston. We’ve talked about this. You can’t have any whiskey in your tea. I’m pretty sure you have a drinking problem. The Furby chirps at her. Nero Darling: The first step is admitting that you have a problem. She looks back over at Lance as she offers to refill his tea cup. Nero Darling: Pocky eating is a very delicate art. Are you sure that you’re up to it, Mr. Winters? As she refills his cup he nods. Lance Winters: OF COURSE! I’ve been training non stop for this moment! I’ve even developed a bit of a technique. A secret technique to be precise. I’m actually proud of my self for developing such a skill. He takes a small drink. Lance Winters: Just wait until you see. You’re not gonna see it coming! Lance takes beer bottle and shake it a little. There’s still a little bit left and he shrugs. He reaches over to Winston’s cup and pours it into his tea cup. Lance Winters: Might not be whiskey but...If you’re a true alcoholic you won’t give a fucking damn. He winks at Winston. Nero shakes her head sadly as she looks over at Lance. Nero Darling: You’re enabling his addiction… I’m going to have to send him to rehab. Lance Winters: Rehab?! Those places don’t work for shit. Lance scoots his chair over by Winston. Lance Winters: Look’a here bud, I know a place where you can get unlimited amounts of liquor. It’s a rough kind of place but don’t worry about it. You’re there to drink and have a good time. Gotta quench that thirst any way possible. Nero narrows her eyes at the two of them as the Furby chirps at Lance excitedly. Nero Darling: Are you sending Winston to a crack house? I feel like you’re sending him to a crack house. She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. Nero Darling: Winston, this is a terrible idea. Do you really wanna get shanked for some Wild Turkey? I mean… at least get shanked for something top shelf and expensive. She pauses and tilts her head. Nero Darling: I mean, don’t get shanked at all. Obviously. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through an app. Nero Darling: [Sighs] I guess it’s time to call the sober living house. Lance shakes his head. Lance Winters: No! Not a crack house, just a place where the Reapers can be found...Unless. Lance looks over to Winston. Lance Winters: Crack is your cup of tea? Nero narrows her eyes, tilting her head slightly as she regards the two of them carefully. Nero Darling: Are you trying to convince Winston to join the Reapers. Lance begins to look at Winston a little bit studying him. Lance Winters: Hm, think I can get Alexa to stitch up a little cut for em. He begins to tap his chin. Lance Winters: How would you feel about getting your hands dirty and beating anyone’s ass who dares to get in your way? He then shakes his head and waves off the idea. Lance Winters: Neh, I don’t need a recovering alcoholic in my charter. Tough luck Winston. Don’t worry, we can still be buddies. Lance taps Winton’s glass and takes a sip while making Winston also take a drink. Nero watches the two of them, shaking her head as she sips her tea.
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![]() The scene opens up in the office of Co-GM Lyle Risky where he is sound laughing while holding his sides while watching the show. Lyle Risky: Ah shit! Lyle looks over to Balto who is seen rolling around on the floor barking. Lyle Risky: You see that shit Balto? Hahaha! Kayla opens the door to the Co-GM’s office and she looks at him very displeased as she points to the very same television he was watching and she shook her head Kayla Callahan: Risky, what kind of people are you putting on your team dude. I hate dealing with unnecessary bullshit and when you have your people try and entice me to get an argument out of me.. it doesn’t work nor end very well. If you are looking for stupid ass bickering, I suggest you tell your team to argue with the pretty boy who believe he runs shit and the little girl. I am the wrong one! She states as she looks down to the ground and she sees balto and she waves Kayla Callahan: Balto.. Risky stands up and snatches off his sunglasses checking out the curvy tan skinned woman who has entered his office. Lyle Risky: Damn girl, you sure do know what to wear around me...Keep it tight! He nods in approval but shakes his head remembering what she said. Lyle Risky: Yeah, about that. Look Team Risko is full of fighters. Kids that got heart. You can’t knock em for that. Shit it adds on to a good match to me, ya feel me? And c’mon Kayla?! How can you be mad at Luke for wantin’ to come in after your ass… He coughs. Lyle Risky: I mean you. Kayla crosses her arms and rolls her eyes knowing that she was more along the lines talking about Gia Van Zant than anyone else. She sighed as she scratched her head, slightly relieved she was out of that horrid Hello Kitty Snuggie. Kayla Callahan: I could care less about that Risky, I suggest you tell that man child that there are two people on his team who are more about actions than sitting on a social media tool and spewing bullshit from our lips. Oh, next time an opponent bitches about them losing because i seized opportunity, I am going to break them… She said as she sat down in the chair and looked at the man with her brow raised to something he said prior that she just caught Kayla Callahan: Plus, why must you men drool over me. I mean, you are those the HKW Tag Champions, who rarely speak.. and then you have some new chicks.. I mean.. why me? I’m not special Kayla says as she shrugged her shoulders. Risky can’t believe his ears. Of course she was special! Beautiful. Talented. Legendary blood running through her veins. Special? Understatement. Lyle Risky: How could you say somethin’ like that? Look at you Kayla?! That body...Those lips...That ass! He coughs. Lyle Risky: Your passion. Your talent. Your ability to come back from being on the bottom. Men always gon’ drool over a beautiful woman with a head on her shoulders and a lick of talent! Thinking about Team Risko he shrugs his shoulders. Lyle Risky: Eh, kids these days love their little Twitter arguments. I can understand ya frustration not wantin’ to deal with some petty fights over the internet. But yo...You know what you should do instead of worryin’ bout them? She shrugged her shoulders once again as she had an idea of what he maybe wanting to mention to her but even in the end, she knew she wouldn’t betray the man child, even though she believes the two of them should be wrestling and not the group of wrestlers being used as pawns Kayla Callahan: Hm? Lyle Risky: You should be focusin’ on...Gettin’ better in the ring. Keepin’ that sexy ass figure. Shit, ya visits with Riskodamous is somethin’ else to be lookin’ forward to! You might be on the wrong squad. Cause we both know who in the wrong right? I mean like who should be the one apologizin’ and shit right? She shakes her head and she snickers. Kayla Callahan: Ha, really Risky? I believe the whole idea is dumb. You both have beef and you are using your stars with promises of title matches and cash to entice us. I mean, in those envelopes, how many can honestly say they will receive the top prize worth all of this huh? You both don’t understand, this isn’t about your beef, we are doing this for the opportunity to face the champions. You are not handing out HKW Championship title matches to all of us, even if I were on your team or the man childs. I believe when the envelopes went out, you all handed what you THOUGHT the person deserved. Nonetheless, I can care less about who is right or wrong. After this, you know like I that it won’t solve anything, be the bigger man and either challenge the man to a fight with your own hands or apologize and just don’t mean it. Hell, everyone does it. Kayla said as she shrugged and smiled towards the man. Kayla Callahan: Just saying.. Lyle shakes his head. Lyle Risky: Man….Shit ain’t that easy Kayla. That mufucka spoke out of term. He ruined our friendship because of the bull shit he pulled. Eff that. If this the way he wanna settle this, then its how we gonna settle it. No if, ands or buts about it. And I gave him a chance to fight me one-on-one plenty of times. But he ain’t bout that life. Kayla Callahan: Welp, if that’s the case then I commend you both for not getting your hands dirty. We must do this again Mr. Risky, its a pleasure talking to you She said as she stood up and turned around walking towards the door and then she stopped and turned back around Kayla Callahan: I hope that everything at the end of the day just works out for you both and this NEVER has to happen again.. Lyle tilts his head a little looking at her ass as she goes to leave the office. He looks up to her and nods. Lyle Risky: Yeah, me too...Me too. The scene then fades away as Kayla leaves the office. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up backstage to the sound of humming. The camera pans around the hallway until it encounters none other than Zakk Lewis. Zakk is seen with a cocky smirk on his face, walking through the middle of the halls as if he owned them, pushing staff members out of his way and insulting them at the same time. It isn’t long till he notices the camera man, his smirk grows larger but before he could walk up close, another man rushes to the scene. Shoving Zakk hard unexpectedly, this causes Zakk to lose his balance for a moment but he manages to remain on his feet. Zakk Lewis: The fuck Deontay!!? The camera moves over towards D.C, his eyes feuling with anger as he balls his fist up looking at Zakk. After a few seconds, Zakk begins to laugh, putting his hands out. Zakk Lewis: Woah, I didn’t do it. Whatever it is, I didn’t do it. D.C: What haven’t you fucking done? I’m sick of your shit Zakk, we, we’re sick of your shit. Zakk flashed D.C a look of confusion before smirking again. Zakk Lewis: ….what shit? Before Zakk could even say another word, D.C put his hands on him again, this time grabbing him by the shirt and pinning him up against the wall. D.C: I’m going to beat some fucking sense into you Zakk tried to push off but D.C had his whole weight pressed up against Zakk, in order to escape, Zakk took his hands and pushed D.C’s head back, creating some room before head butting him, causing D.C to release him. As D.C stumbled backwards, Zakk came forward but stopped in his tracks as D.C put his fists up, both men circled around each other, talking shit and causing a scene which drew a crowd’s attention. Before either man could make the first move, a group of security enforcers rushed into the scene, separating both men as both Zakk and D.C did their best to fight them off. It wasn’t long until the numbers game got to them and they found themselves halfway across the hall from each other. Yelling out to one another as the security pushed them off. D.C: YOU’RE DONE ZAKK. YOU’RE FUCKING DONE. Zakk lifted his middle finger up in the air towards D.C D.C: AND YOU HEADBUTT LIKE A BITCH Zakk Lewis: YOU ARE A BITCH! ![]() ![]() Cameras pan around the ring as a table is seen in the middle of it with an infinite amount of pockys on it. Two chairs at the end of both sides of the table are seen as Levi Dafoe is seen entering the ring. Levi Dafoe: Ladies and Gentleman! Nero Darling presents....THE POCKY EATING CONTEST! The fans cheer uncontrollably as the contest is announced. The arena goes dark and multi-colored 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. Levi Dafoe: Introducing first the first contestant...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. She looks at the table filled with pockys and shakes her head asking if they were serious about this. Levi nods and directs her over to her seat. Kasey mumbles some words and takes a seat. 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 a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. Levi Dafoe: And the second contestant, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS! 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 As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. 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 laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at him up and down and spits at his feet. Watching him flinch he chuckles. Trembling Crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes Stealing the life of mine Lance then walks over to the table not acknowledging the fact that Kasey was sitting there or anything he looks at the pockys and chuckles. He then takes a seat and reaches into his cut. He takes out a black bib and puts it on. He then looks up at Kasey and winks at her. Match Five Pocky Eating Contest ![]() ![]() The eating contest begins after a count of ten from Levi. The two begins to stuff their faces with pocky sticks either it be two at a time or three at a time the two race to see who can eat the most. Luckily water is provided to them so that they can wash down the treats. Lance flips Kasey off and begins to eat faster than her. Two minutes go by and Kasey has began to eat slower than what she was at the beginning of the contest. Lance notices this and eats one more pocky stick before getting up. A ref tries to stop Lance from getting up telling him that he hasn't won the contest just yet. Lance spits the chewed up pocky in the refs face. In reaction the fans boo as Lance then his a vicious clothesline on the ref. Levi quickly exits the ring as he notices things are about to turn for the worst. Kasey not paying attention continues eating pocky sticks but that is soon put to a stop as her face goes flying into the pile of pocky sticks. Lance then kicks her off her chair. The fans erupt in boos as Lance begins to curb stomp Kasey nonstop with no letting up. No ref or personal outside along the ring dares to step inside the ring with Lance as he attacks her. Lance then picks her up by her neck and chuckles a little. He then hits the Death Toll onto the chair which splits Kasey's forehead open! He then gets up on his knee looking down at there with a devilish smile on his face. He then reaches over and begins to write "Reaped" on her forehead with her blood. He then rolls out of the ring as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits. He hops over the barricade and before heading back up the steps he looks back and smiles once again before heading back up. Winner: No Contest (4:42) ![]() ![]() As the scene transitions to the backstage area, we see Colton Sterling sitting on one of the crates, tying his boots. He seems to be ready to go for his match later tonight. Tank was walking towards his locker room when he stops seeing Colton. Tank stops in front of Colton as he coughs trying to get his attention. Tank: Colton… He says in a non intimidating way. Colton raises his head as he finishes tying his left boot before dropping his leg on the ground, but not allowing it to hit the floor as the crate is keeping his legs slightly swinging. Colton: Hello, Tank. Can I help you with something? Colton gets off of the crate and gets to his feet, staring down his taller opponent later on tonight. Tank: Tank hopes Colton realizes that Tank could have blindsided Colton then. Just be thankful that Joey and RIP weren’t here to do that. The mere mention of Joey and RIP made Tank’s blood boil. Tank just wanted to rip them apart. Tank: Colton… Be ready for the unexpected. RIP may try something out there tonight. If they do Colton and Tank need to make them pay okay? Tank crosses his arms now as he looks down at Colton. Colton nods his head. Colton: I do understand that you could have attacked me just then...but I knew that you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t because...well...you kinda got attacked in that match against Gambino. And I know RIP is lurking these halls somewhere. I can practically smell Lance fucking Winters’s stench in this place. It’s terrible. But, am I even on their radar right now? Am I even considered a threat? Shit, they barely consider the three guys fighting to the HKW title a threat. I don’t worry about RIP. Colton scratches his chin as he stares down the larger man in front of him. After a couple of seconds, he decides to break the silence once more. Colton: I know you’re planning on throwing everything at me tonight. I expect it actually. You’re pissed and you kinda need this win. I can honestly say I need this win as well. Tank still has his arms crossed as he lets out a sigh. Tank: Tank did get attacked when facing Beeno, that’s the only damn reason Beeno won. Beeno should be thanking RIP for saving Beeno from eating through a tube. It’s okay though cause Tank has a little payback in store for Joey tonight. #TankSmirk Tank: Tank knows Colton needs the win just as much as Tank and Tank isn’t going to underestimate Colton. What Tank is going to do though is go out there and throw everything Tank has at Colton. If somehow that’s not enough then so be it but Tank is a man on a mission. A mission Tank plans on succeeding with, get it Colton? Tank was a little pumped up as he uncrossed his arms. Colton nods his head once more before slapping Tank on the shoulder. Colton: I got it. I’ll see you out there tonight. May the best man win... With that, Colton nods his head at Tank once more before turning to his left and heading off. Tank watches Colton head off as he turns around to head off himself. In the process of Tank turning around and marching down the corridor he knocks one of the stage hands over. Tank: Shit happens! #TankShrug With that Tank heads down to his locker room and disappears into it. ![]() ![]() The scene opens with laughter from a female was heard coming from inside the office of the Co-General Manager Brandon Banks. The woman was Anya Hunter who covered her mouth as she looked at the person standing in front of her with a pink ‘Hello Kitty’ snuggie. This person had her head down and was blushing the color of Anya’s shirt which the color of the night was- Red. Anya Hunter: O..M..G!!! Kayla! You look so damn cute in that Hello Kitty Snuggie! Almost a little too cute.. are you sure it isn’t yours? With those words, Anya ducked quickly as the water bottle which was inside her hand quickly flew towards the wall exploding on contact. Anya returned to look up slightly to now an annoyed and frustrated Kayla Callahan. Kayla Callahan: Fuck.. You.. ANYA! I slightly blame you for this as well. Seeing that Nero probably would’ve been more leaning towards legit matches if you NEVER would have replaced her as she claims you have! Anya quickly snaps at Kayla without hesitation Anya Hunter: Listen here! I did not REPLACE anyone, get that through your damn skull now. As far as these matches, all her idea. Put up or Shut the fuck up! I am tired of the whining and constant bitching. These matches have been made for two damn weeks. For those who said they weren’t going to show up STILL showed the hell up.. wanna know why? The same reason you are here. Money, fame, publicity. You all need this and if you all understand that then enough bitching! Kayla took a slight step back as she held up her hands in defense. Kayla Callahan: Whoa now.. Okay. I get it, I get it.. calm down ol yella. I’ll admit, what you said had some truth.. but out of all those matches, mine is more legit seeing that I have the pleasure of not only making my opponent bleed but one of the competitors is Zakk Lewis, that bitch who left me hanging against 420. B.C… SO in your words, I guess I am going to put up.. and bust some heads open along the way. I guess they’ll be calling me Miss Bloody Hello Kitty after Defiance 8 if anything.. Anya catches herself and she sits back in the chair and she covers her face and sighs loudly. Anya Hunter: Sorry about that, I’ve been on edge lately, with this job, and trying to maintain everything while our bosses have fun. It’s a lot when Defiance 9 is right around the corner.. Kayla Callahan: I see, well.. I guess I should leave you alone then aye? I would hate to come between you and your fabulous job you are doing Ms. Hunter Kayla said with a soft chuckle. Anya Hunter: Get out.. you damn troll! Kayla started to laugh a little harder as she left the office and Anya rested her head on the desk similar to last week. Anya Hunter: Come on, I gotta pull it together.. nine times out of ten she will be too busy messing with everyone else. I can focus on work and then go home.. maybe? ![]() ![]() The camera zooms into the ring where the newest addition to the HKW staff family, Levi Dafoe was standing there, confidently nonetheless. He moved the microphone to his lips and cleared his throat. Levi Dafoe: The following match is a Hello Kitty first blood match, the rules are simple, the first competitor to make their opponent bleed will be the winner.. He took a step back as 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. Levi Dafoe: 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. As the crowd continued to boo, Zakk looked at them shouting derogatory things towards the fans inside his Hello Kitty outfit. 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. Levi Dafoe: 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 two competitors were in the ring with one another, a short exchange of words were had between the two about how stupid this idea was let alone the match. The lights dim as the intro of 'Chaos' by Mutemath 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. Levi Dafoe: 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. Match Six Hello Kitty First Blood Match ![]() ![]() ![]() With all three persons in the ring, Levi moved out of the referees way and he signaled for the bell. The three of the competitors looked at one another in a weird kind of way before Zakk laughed at both Gia and Kayla due to their outrageous colors before remembering that his color wasn’t all to great either. Not caring, he lunged at Kayla who moved out the way and started to deliver strikes to Lewis. Not holding back at all, she drove him into the corner and continued to strike him down. Seeing that there were no Disqualifications in this match the ref did not attempt to break things up. Van Zant, not going to wait on the action to come to her, shoved Kayla out of the way and her, herself started to give a number of hits to Lewis. Now a little irritated, Callahan grabs Van Zant by the back of the costume and pulls her away from Lewis and the two began to go to blows themselves. Back and forth, powerful lefts and right, regardless of the plush on the hands. Van Zant caught Callahan off guard as she kneed her in the gut and hit her in the back, making her fall to her knees before taunting the female superstar. Lewis, not regaining his posture, ran towards Van Zant, taking her down with a drop kick in the back, which forced her out the ring. Laughing at her as she tries to pick herself up, Lewis begins to return the favor of delivering a barrage of punches to the head of Callahan as well as a couple of stomps here and there before talking smack to her. Bring her back to her feet, Lewis threw her against the rope and as he went for the high knee, Callahan ducked it and gained some momentum from bouncing off the other set of ropes just to meet Lewis’ flying clotheslines from out of nowhere. Watching from the outside, Van Zant has recovered and sees what’s going on, she notices that the young males seems to be taunting and cheering himself on more than worrying about her on the outside. She rushed over to the announcement table and snatched a steel chair. Unbenounced to her, Lewis watched her do it and as she was coming back towards the ring, he baseball slid and hit her and the chair, causing her to his the back of her head against the table. At ringside, Lewis straddle sat Van Zant and went on a frenzy landing blows to her face, lefts and rights before she covered it with her arms. Returning to his vertical position, he grabbed the chair and went and smacked her in the back as she was trying to get up. He did this a number of times before holding it up and the fans booed him loudly. Turning towards the ring, we see none other than Callahan flying out the ring and connecting with Lewis via the suicide dive. All three competitors were out for the time being before Van Zant made her way towards the steel stairs, trying to return to her vertical as she noticed as well as the fans that she was the only one up and this could be her chance to win. After a couple more seconds passed movement was noticed from both Callahan and Lewis as they themselves made it to their knees if anything else. Van Zant, searching under the ring, pulled out another steel chair and started to make her way around towards both of her opponents. Callahan resting on the apron and Lewis still dazed, she noticed Van Zant and quickly caught her slipping by spearing her in the ring and with that, her other side connected with the edge of the announcement table. Grabbing the back of her costume once again, this time, she forced Van Zant into the side of the barricade hard. With the fans cheering now and Callahan noticing that Lewis was on his feet but still dazed, she picked up the steel chair and readied herself and once he turned around all you heard was a loud WHACK! As Lewis hit the floor once again and the ref called for the bell seeing that hit busted his skull wide open. DING.. DING.. DING.. Winner: Kayla Callahan via knockout (14:43) As Kayla rose her hand and the chair, she victory was cut short by an enraged Gia Van Zant who snatched the chair out of her hands and pushed her accusing her of being the reason why she had lost. Claiming that if she would’ve stayed dazed a couple more seconds, she would’ve ended this a while back. Kayla shot the female a ‘really?’ look as Van Zant and Callahan exchanged words for a brief moment. Kayla not taking anymore crap from Gia, placed her hand up and walked away from the woman who still insisted on yelling and cursing. ![]() ![]() We cut backstage to a locker room where the sound of Austin Mahone's 'Banga Banga' can clearly be heard emanating from within. The door is slightly ajar; the camera approaches as we hear a voice from inside the locker room. Annie Zellor: Your eyes are telling that you're riding with me, but I'd be lyin' if I didn't admit it. The things I wanna say to you right heeeere, I didn't say it but I just can't say it 'til I said it! The door opens as a young woman enters the locker room; sure enough, Annie is inside dancing around to the urban pop stylings of the young Texan. Annie Zellor: You're a banga banga banga banga banga, I wanna pledge a bet! Before the night is over...Onyx! Annie yells, excitedly. Zellor skips across the room and wraps her arms around the neck of Onyx, jumping up and down with glee. Onyx herself looks slightly perplexed by the excited state of her friend. Onyx: Well don't you seem excited. Annie Zellor: Sorrrrry... She says, smiling coyly. Annie Zellor: I've had a coupla coffees tonight. Staaaaarbucks to the rescue! Annie giggles as she bounds towards the stereo in the corner of the room, before turning the music down. Annie Zellor: Soooo, have you come to wish me luck tonight? Onyx couldn't help but smile as she keeps one hand behind her back as she looks at Annie. Annie Zellor: I have. In fact... She begins as she pulls moves her hand from behind her back to reveal to Annie a small wrapped polka dotted package that is topped off with a pink bow. Onyx: I even brought you a good luck present. As Annie takes the small box from Onyx's hand slowly, her mouth slight ajarred in awe, Onyx smiles excitedly. Onyx: Go ahead. Open it. Annie Zellor: OH! MY! GOD! It's amazing, Onyx, thankyouthankyouthankyou... Annie squeals in delight as she opens the box to find a sky blue mouth guard with the word 'GRR!' written across the front of it. She puts the guard in and smiles widely. Annie Zellor: Now I've got a real grrface. She mumbles, not being used to speaking with her mouth full like this. Annie removes the guard and looks back to Onyx who is chuckling a bit. Onyx: Indeed you do. Annie Zellor: Thanks, Onyx. Hey, you're not gonna be mad at me if I beat Joey tonight, are ya? Cause its nothing personal, but I've gotta prove myself out there. Onyx shakes her and waves Annie's words away with her hand in a "forget about it" fashion. Onyx: No, I won't be mad if you beat Joey Annie. There is no reason to be. Annie Zellor: That's good, 'cause I don't want you mad at me. And thanks for this... She says waving the mouthguard around. Annie Zellor: You're a really nice person. Onyx: Thanks Annie. She says with a smile. Onyx: You're a real nice person too Annie and you are quite funny. Hah. You have a good match out there ok? And just remember, it's not about winning or losing. As long as you are having fun? Winning should be nothing but a bonus. Ok? Annie Zellor: I love wrestling so I'm always having fun out there ... except when stupid Ethan attacks me after I've kicked his ass. Things like that are sooo annoying! She says, stomping her foot. Annie Zellor: But I can't let it get me down. Onyx: No you shouldn't. and I am glad that you don't let it ... I should be going though maybe I'll catch up with you later after the show? Annie Zellor: Sure, that sounds cool. Thanks again for the mouth guard too. She says before putting the mouthguard in and pulling a #grrface. And Annie giggles to herself as the scene ends. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up with the ‘Rebel’ Gwendolyn Massey skipping around the backstage area once again for the second Defiance in a row. With her hood off her head this time, she speaks to the stage hands and the personnel who work the behind the scenes. With briefcase in hand, she stops at the concession stand and she grabs a bottle of water and pops the cap before looking to her side to see a muscular gentlemen right beside her looking down on her in a sense due to the height difference. Gwen Massey: Well hello there Mr. Tank, long time no see.. She said with a smirk on her face and she tilted her head and slightly turned her body to face him. He grabbed a bottle of water from the table as he just does the… #TankSmile Tank: Fancy seeing Gwen here. Actually since Gwen is such a nice person can Tank ask for Gwen’s advice? He stands there as he pops the cap on his bottle of water tipping most of it over his head before taking a mouthful too. Gwen looks a tad bit baffled seeing that the majority of the roster dislikes her and for a person like Tank to say such nice things, it kind of confused her. She shook it off as she nodded her head and placed the case on the edge of the table and smiled. Gwen Massey: Sure, what’s up Big T? Is it lady issues? I’m not so good with lady issues. Now if it is about games, I got you one hundred percent! Gwen chuckled before patting his shoulder and sighing softly. Gwen Massey: I’m sorry, I am joking but what’s on your mind dude? Tank just looked at Gwen as she chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. Tank: Does Gwen think Tank can beat Joey at the next Defiance? Or does Gwen think Tank isn’t capable? #TankShrug Tank: It’s as if everyone wants Tank to fail, as if they expect Tank to fail. Tank lost against Beeno all because of Joey and that other thing. Tank is really mad… Tank is fed up with people not seeing Tank as a threat. Is there anything Gwen would advise Tank to do? She looks at Tank, not only knowing the feeling but also can relate to him in so many ways than one. She knows what it feels like to be questioned, judged and also underestimated. She rested her self against the table and crossed her arms as her facial expression went from cute to more of a serious one. Gwen Massey: A threat? I have always seen you as a threat Tank. I am not going to tell you just because I see you as one that means you can beat me nor can I beat you, you know? Now, seeing that everyone is hoping you fail, praying that you break under pressure and wanting to see you gravel.. it comes with this business. Ego’s are established and all that other good shit. I am going to tell you something that was told to me by my mentor Lacey when I was in your position a few months ago. “Fear and Doubt cannot dwell in the same place.” Fear will cloud your judgment and doubting yourself is a form of weakness, though, we all do it. Mentally, we all have to be able to get past doubting ourselves in order to face the fear that is hindering us. She pauses before biting her bottom lip. Gwen Massey: It doesn’t matter if I think you can beat Mr. Perello at Defiance 9, it doesn’t matter if anyone else thinks you can or you can’t. What do you think? No. What do you KNOW. Cause Gwen knows Tank can BREAK Joey at Defiance 9… all it comes down to is do you think you can beat the odds and all the bets against you? Gwen said as she smiled at Tank truly meaning what she just said. #TankSmirk Tank: Thanks Gwen. Sometimes Tank just let’s too much get to Tank. Maybe Tank should start focusing the hate towards those who deserve it. Like Joey, Beeno, whoever associated with RIP. Tank shouldn’t doubt Tank… Tank plans on making Joey pay at any cost. If Tank has to sink to shit worse than what Joey and RIP have done then so be it. Now feeling more confident and psyched up because of Gwen he takes her hand shaking it in respect to her advice. Tank: Gwen is smarter than people realize. Tank hopes Gwen kicks ass tonight cause Tank knows full well Tank will. Forget about bending poles… It’s time Tank started breaking bones. She releases his hand and rubs the back of her neck laughing nervously at Tanks words. Gwen Massey: Hey, that’s what someone trying to be the leader of the locker room one day should do right? Listen though, I know how you feel towards them.. but do me one favor Tank. Don’t lose your morals nor your way when you go down that path. You are better than they are. You don’t have to resort to underhanded tactics to get your point across. As I have stated right before winning this contract here.. I will do whatever it takes and get as dirty as I need to in order to see my dreams come true right? Well, while doing that.. I never forgot who I am and what I was fighting for. Yes, transform your anger into something positive but hey.. don’t go butt fuck crazy on everyone either. Gwen said as she playfully tapped his arm. Gwen Massey: You are a monster who just needs one moment to make people know not to fuck with you anymore. Yeah, and I will probably get heat for pumping you up and giving you advice but hey.. I could give two shits less. You are cool people Tank. If, no.. when I become HKW Champion and you have proven yourself.. I would love to challenge you to face me for the championship title. I know we will give them one hell of a showing won’t we!? She said as she extended her hand out once more, he took her hand and shook it once more. Tank: Tank understands and respects what Gwen is saying. Tank just hopes Gwen won’t hate Tank for what Tank will have to do to make people realize just how much of a threat Tank is. As for tank staying true to Tank… Well Tank isn’t even sure who Tank is anymore. He throws the bottle of water down the hall just missing the backstage workers. Tank: Tank is ready. Hell Tank ain’t just ready but Tank gonna start destroying the shit that needs to be destroyed. Strength is Tank’s best weapon therefore Tank’s gonna start using it, starting with Colton. Tank just heads off down the hall. He was so pumped up now as he stamped on the water bottle he threw. He turns to Gwen and just hits the… #TankGrin Tank then disappears off around the corner. Gwen Massey: Damn Gwen.. I think you just re-energized a monster.. eh. At least he’s on my side. She chuckled as she grabbed her case and she shrugged her shoulders and went back to skipping. ![]() ![]() Levi Dafoe: The following is a Hell in a Bouncy House match! The only way to win this match is by pinfall or submission! 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. Levi Dafoe: Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York; weighing in at 104 pounds, ANNIE ZELLOR! Annie stops right before the bouncy house entryway before shrugging her shoulders and jumping right into it. She seems to be all smiles as he tries to get to her feet, obviously having fun at the moment. After getting to her feet, she bounces to a corner of the bouncy house and waits her opponents. 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. Levi Dafoe: And her opponent, from London, England, United Kingdom; weighing in at 119 pounds, she is the Golden Opportunity contract holder, GWENDOLYN MASSEY! Gwen reaches the bouncy house and stares it down for a second before looking out at the audience and shrugging her shoulders. She then runs into the bouncy house and does an even higher jump into it, getting her enough time to bounce to her feet before bouncing to a corner. "Dancing with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin then begins to blare out and the audience boos as Joey Perello makes his way onto the stage, Onyx Shepard not far behind. He only focuses on the bouncy house for a couple of seconds before shaking his head. Levi Dafoe: And their opponent, from Brooklyn, New York; weighing in at 220 pounds, JOEY PERELLO! When his music slowly begins to die down, there is a small cheer rippling through the audience. Perello seems surprised at what they are actually cheering, but when he looks at the bouncy house once more, he shakes his head and turns around...only to see Tank a few feet behind Onyx. Perello yells at Onyx to move, but Tank doesn't go after Perello until she does so, not looking to hurt the woman. Tank begins clubbing away at Perello's midsection, causing both men to head down the ramp and towards the bouncy house. Perello connects with a headbutt that not only sends Tank staggering but has him holding his head as well. Perello and Tank then begin to trade shot for shot before making it by the barricade, where Tank clotheslines Joey over it. The bigger man then makes his way over the barricade, only to be met by a shot to the gut. The two then proceed to battle all the way up the steps and out of view. Brian Mason: Well, I guess Joey Perello isn't wrestling tonight! The ref and Joey's two opponents for the night look confused before the ref shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell. Match Seven Hell In A Bouncy House ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Once the bell rings, the two competitors slowly bounce a full circle around the ring before closing in on the center. It looks like they are about to connect, but Annie has a different idea as she connects with a dropkick that knocks Gwen down. Annie quickly does a little splash on her as she bounce drops her entire body onto Gwen before going for the cover. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Annie quickly gets to her feet and grabs Gwen's head, only for Gwen to shove her off once they are both up to both feet. Annie makes a run towards Gwen, but Gwen knocks her down with a clothesline. Annie gets up again, but gets dropped right down with a clothesline once more. She seems weary of getting up again, but when she does, is met with a third and final clothesline that keeps her down. Gwen lets out a roar, getting some cheers, before grabbing Annie by the head, She them grans her by the waist, lifts her up, and plants her with a spinebuster that would have probably done more damage on a mat than on a bouncy house since Annie is giggling when she is planted. Gwen shakes her head and goes against her better judgement by going for a pin. ONE! KICKOUT! Gwen picks up Annie once again and goes for a suplex, but Annie hits her in the midsection before she can. Gwen attempts it again, but Annie blocks her once more. The third time she attempts it is the last as Annie connects with a knee to her gut before planting Gwen with a DDT. Unfortunately, the move does nothing as Gwen just gets to her feet as fast as Annie, the two women having a staredown of sorts as they watch each other and see who is gonna make the first move. Gwen takes the initiative and goes for the End Game...only for Annie to sidestep it! Gwen quickly turns around and is met with a step up enziguri that forces her to land face first on the bouncy house. Annie rolls over Gwen as quick as she possibly can before going for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Annie gets to her feet and begins bouncing as high as she can while standing over the body of Gwen. Once high enough, she attempts a leg drop...only for Gwen to move out of the way! The missed move just sends Annie bouncing awkwardly before she can finally regain balance and footing. Once she gets up though, she goes bouncing towards Gwen, who catches her in the face with her right boot! Annie holds her face as she tries to get to her feet, trying to hold back any signs of pain. Gwen begins to measure her up as she rises to her feet before lifting her up and performing a rare bodyslam. Gwen follows that up with a barrage of stomps onto Annie before landing three straight knees onto the former No Limits title contender. Annie tries to roll away from Gwen, holding her face in pain, and Gwen smirks as she allows her to do so. The Golden Opportunity briefcase holder looks at her foe for a couple of seconds before getting to her feet and measuring her up. Once Annie gets to her feet, she slowly stumbles before turning around and running right into a roundhouse kick! Annie falls on the bouncy house like a sack of potatoes, and Gwen quickly turns over the smaller woman before hooking both of her legs for the pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Gwen rises to her feet as she begins measure her opponent, a smirk appearing on her face. She takes a few steps back, allowing herself some running room at Annie, who is slowly getting to her feet. The ref looks at Annie to make sure she is ok, asking her, but she just nods her head and finally gets up to both feet. The audience cheers as a look of determination appears on Annie's face, but the cheers come to a screeching halt when Gwen nails her with a spear, aka "The Bitter End"! The audience seems to be split between cheers and boos as Gwen once again hooks both of Annie's legs for the three count! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT! The audience explodes in cheers as they get to see even more of this match. Gwen looks at Annie in shock before looking at the ref in confirmation, who flashes her a "two" by raising two of his fingers in his right hand. Gwen grabs Annie once more and goes for a suplex, taking her time as Annie seems to have gone limp. When she lifts her up in the air, however, Annie doesn't get slammed down onto the mat. Instead, she manages to land on her feet, bouncing while doing so. Once she steadies, Gwen turns around and makes a run right at her....only for Annie to catch her in a rollup pin attempt! ONE! TWO! THREEE! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Annie Zellor (17:22) Annie celebrates in the bouncy house, bouncing all the way around it as Gwen watches on, disappointed. The ref pleads for Annie to steady herself so that he can raise her hand in victory. Once she does, he raises her hand in victory to cheers from the audience as the scene fades out.
Edited by Lyle Risky, Jan 20 2014, 12:54 PM.
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| Mac Leonard | Jan 20 2014, 06:12 PM Post #4 |
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![]() As the camera cuts to the backstage area of the newly constructed Hard Knox Wrestling training facility. Wondering as if she had nothing else to do was the HKW Play by play Maddison Harthrone, admiring the setting a tad bit, her attention was turned towards a gentlemen who was also in the wave of carnage that the faction known as R.I.P has brought to HKW. This gentleman was known to the world as Jason Mentez, a man whose mind is probably on the upcoming HKW Championship title match he is a part of. Unbenounced to him, Maddison slide along the very same wall he was on and she tilted her head slightly to the side as she poked his shoulder. Maddison Harrthorne: Long time no see Mr. Mentez, I can see some things just don’t change now do they? She said as she brushed the hair out from her face and she moved it behind her ear as her gaze met his. His expression towards her was what appeared to be a cluster of mixed ones. She herself could not read what he was feeling at the moment. Jason’s posture became a little more uptight and reserved. Jason Mentez: Naw, rarely does. Change never happens in the game, only the players. Jason looks down toward Maddison for a moment overviewing her nonchalantly. Jason Mentez: Glad to see you back and doing alright. Maddison nods her head as she rubbed the back of her neck and laughed nervously. She looked away from him and then sighed softly. Maddison Harrthorne: Yeah, I am still slightly banged up here and there but.. i can apparently be out the house now. Everything okay dude? You seem more of an asshole than you were before? She asked as she crossed her arms and rested her shoulder against the wall now. Maddison Harrthorne: R.I.P got you on edge? The Championship title match? Or just life giving you bullshit? Or just a cluster-fuck of all three? Maddison said with a smart ass smirk of her own. Jason’s facial expression stayed plain but did let a light smirk shine through before answering. Jason Mentez: Naw, just realizing where I fit in. Life is guaranteed bullshit I know you know that by now. Jason takes his eye contact and look out in front of them keeping his back against the wall. Jason Mentez: Workin shit to my best interest is all I’m working on. Maddison Harrthorne: Hey, nothing wrong with that. I mean, you are one of the number one contenders for the HKW World Championship. I’d think you'd start acting like it you know? She shrugs. Maddison Harrthorne: Now, I will say this, even though I know life gives you crap to deal with, whether you take it is on you. Seeing that you work in a profession such as this, I am surprised that you are even back here on chill mode. I thought you’d be out there building hype, regardless if you give a shit about what the fans think about it. She pauses. Maddison Harrthorne: Though, this is you, always has and always will be. I just hope that everything works in your favor sooner or later ya know? Jason takes a moment after her words still keeping his eyes forward. Jason Mentez: Naw, building hype, talking shit, all that stuff that gets the ball rolling. I’m more than able to do. I just know when something is worth it and something isn’t. Emilio might of got caught up for pressing hands on Risky but he wasn’t wrong. All the hype and talk to end up in a cage match that can very well still be interfered with by your cousin or R.I.P. Naw man, I see through all this bullshit. I’m good. Jason snorts a bit before spitting on the ground in front of him. He aura remains nonchalant and without care but seems pent up. He releases his tightly closed fist before looking down at Maddison. Jason Mentez: Thanks for the words doe, you always had my back. Jason leans down and kisses Maddison on the forehead before picking himself off the wall and walking down the hallway. ![]() ![]() Backstage Veronica Rae and London London, newly formed, The Diirtyy South, are shown sitting on a large cable cart, bigger than both of them combined. The two are watching their handiwork on the screen of what they did to Primitive Unrated. Veronica is eating extra whip cream from a bottle, while London is busy laughing while taking selfie pictures of herself. London London: Look at this part! You nailed her with that pie!! Veronica pauses her eating to stare at the TV screen, the two then start laughing like hyenas. Even mocking the facial expressions of the sisters. Veronica Rae: This is so great! TOPNOTCH is gonna be so proud of us! London London: Maybe you should put the whip cream down…..Since we’re not clowns!! Again they crack up laughing, leaning on each other for support. Veronica clutches her stomach, while London nearly drops her phone. As they laugh, they are then approached by the very same females they humiliated, Primitive Unrated members Katia and Katanna. As they got close, Katanna grabbed Katia’s spit fire self, holding her back as she stares down both London and Veronica Katia Torres: bunch of bitches I swear! You don’t know how close I am from beating the hell out of you both Katanna pushed her away and motioned for her to cut it out. Katia regained her composure quickly before she turned around to look at the females and shook her head Katanna Torres: Bad move ladies, I don’t know what your issues are with us… but I will give you a friendly warning, we are NOT the ones you’d want to be against. Especially when it comes down to messing with me in particular. That little pie trick was whatever but you put your hands on my damn sister! She said as she balled her fist up but did not move yet trying to see where these females were mindset wise and if they were going to jump first. The two girls look at each other with a sly look on their faces. London hops off the cart first, then Veronica follows. They get fairly close to the Torres girls faces, showing much confidence for their small size. London London: Look we’re not gonna beat around the bush. Cause we don’t like bushes. Okay? No one does. Hint hint you two should try meeting a razor. But anyway! Yeah, we came out and put our hands on your dearest sister here, and gave you a little makeover! Which you quite needed, the caked up look isn’t working for ya….So the question is, what are you gonna do about it…. Veronica Rae places a hand on London’s shoulder, making child-like facial expressions to both the sisters, even plugging her nose in their direction. She begins to smile ear to ear, giggling slightly. Veronica Rae: Let’s break it down for them, Lon. Are you gonna hit us back or nah? Are you gonna throw a pie in our face or nah? Are you gonna compliment us on our amazing outfits or nah? Katanna lowered her head and nodded but just as she went to swing, she was stopped by Gwendolyn Massey who pushed her to the side and looked back towards the females before turning her gaze onto Katia and Katanna and her mood wasn’t pleasant Gwen Massey: London, Veronica.. I won’t say I condone what you did out there, but I will admit.. GREAT way to make a statement if I have seen one in a while. As for you two, If you want to fight against someone, I have no issues beating you both down, I’m in a fighting mood anyways plus Nero has has more cupcakes for me and I don’t want to be late for that. Katia Torres: The Hell! You are Gwen Massey right? Why side with them? You saw what they did to me, what they did to my sister, they straight degraded us in the middle of the ring and you are cool with that? Gwen looked at Katia and rolled her eyes before handing her briefcase to Veronica because she doubts she would run off with it and she cracked her knuckles before sizing up Katanna who stood in the way of the loud mouth Gwen Massey: It’s been a while since I had to fight someone backstage, I want to say since Defiance 3… why don’t you both tuck your tails between your legs and get out of London and Veronica’s faces.. including mine, what's done is done. Chop it up as a loss and move on Katanna Torres: How about I just knock you down a couple pegs and then deal with them huh? ??? : Because that’s my job ma'am, NO ONE is going to make Gwen Massey suffer unless it’s me. The female’s voice drew the attention of all five in attendance as Kayla Callahan walks into the scene and she steps in front of Katanna all ready to throw blows with Gwen, her attention went on London, then Veronica and back to Gwen Kayla Callahan: You know, I’m in a fighting mood too, why don’t we just finish what we almost had started at Defiance seven huh? How about I kick your damn teeth down your throat!? Everyone now squared up with one another and before anyone could throw a fist, a tiny yet irritated Anya Hun squeezed her way through all of them Anya Hunter: QUIET! I could hear all your bitching and moaning from Bank’s office. Enough. This is the second week we have had you two, Gwen and Kayla have this altercation. As far as you two newbie tag teams… Congrats on your win Primitive Unrated and out of respect, I say way to make a statement Dirty South. NOW! I’ve had enough of this backstage stuff. In the ring is where this will happen. I am going to propose the idea to Banks later tonight. Since you two want each other and the tension between Primitive Unrated and The Dirty South is as high as it is. I say, Defiance 11.. Kayla will get Gwen… and fighting along with them, on Kayla’s side, Primitive Unrated. Obviously, Dirty South on Gwen’s in a Tag Team Elimination match! Until then, I don’t want you all attempting to throw blows. Not until Defiance 11 and the match gets approved, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? Gwen didn’t answer and Kayla sucked her teeth but nodded her head Veronica has another cheesy smile on her face, she nods at Gwen, then finally at London. Veronica Rae: Well you know what that means, BRING IT…. London London: Asong Babae! (Means Bitch in Filipino) The two trios stare down each other, as The Dirty South and Gwen walk backwards, creating distance before turning their backs and walking away from the others. ![]() ![]() With the caged lowered around the ring the camera pans around as fans are screaming to the top of their lungs! Levi Dafoe is seen standing outside of the ring waiting to announce the match. When the opportunity presents his self he nods and raises the microphone up to his lips. Levi Dafoe: Ladies and gentlemen...THIS IS A BRA & PANTIES CAGE MATCH! Some fans laugh at the sound of it but most of them cheer as they were excited to see some more of the goofy entertainment that Nero Darling has in store for them tonight. 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 dressed in his vintage vest but some laced violet boyshorts and bra. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. As he stands there some fans whistle at him as they check out his rear end in the boyshorts. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me". Levi Dafoe: Coming to the ring, laced in purple, 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 reaching the ring he walks up the steps and Tony stands on the top step 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 then enters the ring as his music slowly fades. All these stars you've been reaching after We been after, We been after… The lights dim and "Say Goodnight To The World" by Dax Riggs thunders through the arena as Ava Adore steps slowly out onto the stage dressed in a pair of black fish net thigh highs, black boyshorts that lace up the sides and a black corset with the No Limits Championship draped over her right shoulder. Her deep green eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: the ring. I could disappear live only in your tears. Just you whisper in my ear and say goodnight to the world. Ava scowls, tuggling uncomfortably at the corset. Her look is livid and dark and she’s obviously not a huge fan of the attire she’s being forced to wear to the ring that evening. There’s a round of cat calls and cheering from the men in the audience and some of the women as Ava finally makes her way to the ring, her ample breasts even more prominent in the corset. Fans stand there astonished by her presence as too Tony. Levi Dafoe: Making her way to the ring... from Las Vegas, NV...The No Limits Champion... AVA ADORE! When she steps through that curtain, there is nothing more important in her mind than stepping into the ring and getting her hands dirty. She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her. Stopping in front of the ring and it's cage she smirks a little at the sight before walking up the steps and entering the ring. She hands her No Limits title to the ref outside of the cage as he then locks the cage door. The music soon then fades away. Match Eight Bra & Panties Cage Match ![]() ![]() The match begins with whistles from the crowd. Both Tony and Ava seem a bit annoyed by all this "extra" attention but try their hardest to focus on the matter at hand. Faking to grapple up with Tony, Ava sneaks in a headbutt on Tony then follows up with a missile dropkick to bring Carmine down onto the mat. She mounts her self on top of him throwing punching combinations. Tony eventually pushes Ava off of him and as he does so pokes her in the eye on his way up to his feet. He then hits a quick snap suplex that is followed up by a elbow smash. Tony seems to have the upper hand as the match goes on as he tosses Ava into the cage. As she bounces off the cage Tony hits a pendulum backbreaker! He goes for the pin! One Two Kickout! Ava holds onto her back as she brought back to her feet as Tony grabs he hair. He then smirks and slaps her right in the face screaming out at her that he's the undisputed champion and the REAL No Limits champion. Ava stumbles a little. Tony then goes for Discus Elbow but Ava ducks under and sprints towards the ropes bouncing off of them to gain better momentum she hits Tony with a huge flying headbutt! The fans in an instant go from booing Tony to cheering on Ava! Continuing her offense Ava is seen hitting an overhead release german suplex! Tony hits the back of his head on the cage that has the fans in "oohs and awes". Ava does not let up as she plants her knee in the back of Tony's neck and pulls his head back a little cranking it. The ref as if he wants to give up but he tells her no. Ava then lets go picking up Tony setting up for a northern lights suplex. Tony pushes her off and slaps her in the face again yelling at her again. Then goes for a punch but Ava blocks it and hits a swinging inverted ddt!!!! She goes for the pin One Two KICKOUT! Ava can't believe it as she picks up Tony who seems a big groggy at the moment but snaps out of it as he hits a discus elbow out of no where! Tony then hits another pendulum backbreaker on Ava. He then looks at the No Limits Champion on the ground wondering whether or not he should pin her. He waves off the idea and sprints over to a side of a cage and begins to climb! The fans boo Tony and begin cheering on Ava to get up and stop him! Ava begins getting up slowly as Tony is nearly at the top! She quickly notices that Tony is close to winning this match. She climbs up after to get him. Tony tries his best to fight off Ava. Ava eventually gets up to the top with Tony where they both trading off blow for blow. Tony gets a shot off of Ava that seems to take her out of the match but not before she takes him down with her hitting a Crucified At Dawn off the top of the cage!!!!! The arena fills with cheers as the two lay there completely out of it. Ava begins to come to as she crawls over to Tony draping her arm over him for the pin. One Two ThrrrrrrKICKOUT!!!!!!! No one in the arena can believe their eyes! Ava lays there devastated as Tony still lies there. Ava begins to climb up to her feet with the assistance of the turnbuckle. She leans on them for a moment catching her breath as she watches Tony begins to roll over onto his knees. He begins to get up and Ava makes he way over. Tony tries to fend off Ava but no luck as hits a exploder suplex. She begins to set up for the Adore-Ation. The fans cheer as she gets it locked in. Tony yells out in pain begging for mercy. Ava does not let go as the ref ask Tony if he wants to quit. He calls out no but after a while he gives up as the pain is too much for him to handle. Winner: Ava Adore via Submission (19:43) ![]() ![]() Returning from commercial we see a frustrated Gwendolyn Massey who was resting her head against the wall with her hood shrouding her facial features. No one could tell if she was smiling nor if she were frowning. The atmosphere around here was not a pleasant one and for anyone who remembered her attitude and how demeanor around Defiance III’s time frame, it felt something similar to that, unpredictable if you will. She quickly turned around and kicked over the table which was on the other side of the hallway as the backstage workers looked at her not in concern but in fear which is how they usually look at people along the lines of R.I.P, she yelled at them to see if they would run and they did. Gwen Massey: Bunch of pussies if you ask me.. She rested her back against the wall as she crossed her arms and hung her head low reflecting on her loss. Trying to piece it together and trying to figure out how will she atone for losing to someone along the likes of Annie Zellor of all people in HKW. She had rather lost to Scott Lost or Jackson Strong. Gwen Massey: A mockery of this fair sport and yet, a fucking victory pin.. and what made it bad.. she was not even on my level. A fucking loss nonetheless… as of this moment.. everyones in danger.. especially the HKW Champion. Gwen said under her hood in a soft tone as she rocked her foot back and forth trying to remain calm before the next person to cross paths with her gets the same thing Annie received tonight. Creeping from the shadows as Gwen stands there trying to calm herself was the R.I.P. President himself, Lance Winters wearing a black hoodie with his leather cut draped over it. As he comes from under the shadows he is seens with a smile on his face and his hands open a bit looking towards Gwen. Lance Winters: Well, well, well! Why the pouty face darling? Huh? Did the cutie get a wittle little boo boo? To touch her shoulder as if he were really attempting to console her but she wants nothing to do with the man that ordered for his men to take out her cousin Maddison. Lance Winters: Hey! He throws up his hands and laughs a little. Lance Winters: Temper! Temper! No need to be angry darling. Gwen quickly cuts her eyes underneath the hood and flips it so that he could see how serious she was. This was not the exact moment for him to making jokes never have being on the receiving end on one of her anger moments. Gwen Massey: Did I get hurt? Ha, I think you should ask how the little princess is doing than worrying about the likes of me. As far as my temper, it concerns you not. All I can say is that how I feel is how I feel.. and if you ever try to touch me after what you did to my cousin.. I will drop you where you fucking stand Lance. I don’t have to be angry to want to do that.. keep that in mind She said as she looked up to the male who was obviously taller than her but even then she stood toe to toe with him not budging. At this point, she’d welcome an attack from the group known as R.I.P, she needed a way to let out this pent up frustration and if cracking a few skulls would result in the answer and getting her hands on the bastard who didn’t even participate in the match and she knew would be talking the most shit.. so be it Gwen Massey: I thought dogs traveled in packs, why are you here alone Winters, you aren’t stupid. Not the brightest in the bunch but not stupid.. You know I have beef with you and your little faction and yet.. here you are in arms reach, so my fist can meet your face? She asked as she never lost eye contact with the man and had her fist balled up awaiting the worst. Lance steps back a little wagging his finger in the angry Gwen’s face. Lance Winters: Me? Haha Why be so angry with me? Sweety, I’m not the reason you lost. Maybe you’re still mad about the little incident from the other night? He smirks. Lance Winters: But trust me...That wasn’t nothing. Not to me anyways. Take that as our welcoming party to ourselves. Hell we even invited a few people. You might know em?! He begins to name with his fingers. Lance Winters: Jason Mentez, Cain Morgan, Emilio Vailpando which who we crowned your new chumpion..Um who am I missing? Mark Tango and oh yeah… He steps up to Gwen staring down at her so coldly. Lance Winters: Little miss Maddison. She got pretty wasted at that party...Had to go take a field trip to the hospital. What a doozy. Gwen felt what little self control she had slipping at each and every word that came from the man who sicked his hounds on her cousin and the men who were in the championship title match. Whether she liked any of them or not, that was unacceptable and everyone who had stepped up has forgotten and has changed their views onto other things, such as Defiance IX. Gwen Massey: I’ve had enough of the shit you have spewed from that rancid mouth piece of yours that apparently no one has the fucking balls around here to shut up. Allow me to be the first one.. She reached to her side and picked up the briefcase and twirled it to its side and went to hit him but stopped.. Gwen Massey: No.. I am not like the rest of you dogs here in HKW you seek pleasure from petty shit like this, intimidation and underhanded tactics. Lance, If i am going to fight you.. it’ll be with my fists. She said as she threw the case against the wall and stepped to him ready to fight once again, regardless of how she felt after that match. Lance chuckles as he watches her. He shrugs his shoulders and puts up his fist. Lance Winters: Well I don’t usually like to put my hands on a woman...But some bitches just need a good beating to know just where the fuck they stand. He steps up to Gwen who keeps her stance. He smirks noticing her courage as he then pushes her into the wall. He then rushes in to grab a hold of her throat picking her up a little. She then knees Winters in the ribs for him to let go of her. He backs up a little and laughs. Lance Winters: Oh yeah, I’ma have real fun with you. Without even speaking, she nods as she moves in and punches him in the face and then goes for another one but he quickly catches her arm and flings her into the wall once again. Lance quickly retaliated by punching her in the face to meet the one he had before she forced him away and then quick snap kicked him in the gut before the two went to blows with one another. Catching one of his punches, she twirled his arm in the right position to hit her finisher but he forcefully pushed her away. Gwen could feel the blood dripping from her lips and knew she had a black eye but that did not stop her. She went in once again and the two went back to exchanging blows for a few more moments before security and HKW personnel came to the scene and not having none of it, the two of them turn their attention on them instead of one another. The numbers catching up to them, they were separated and held against opposite walls. Gwen Massey: Ha. Looks like you aren’t all that big and bad when you are all alone Lance. I swear, after I handle that punk ass bitch who attempted to interfere in my match.. If none of these punks will face you.. I’m coming for you and R.I.P, even if I have to do it alone.. and as HKW Champion or not. She yelled across from her side as she wiped the blood from her mouth on the sleeve of her hooded jacket and started to laugh as she tried to force herself off of the fuckers holding her. Lance begins to laugh as he was enjoying every bit of this. He pushes two of the security guards off of him and knocks one of them out with a single punch and dares for the other to try to touch him again. He then turns his direction to Gwen with a smile wiping the blood dripping from his nose. Listening to her he laughs a bit more and nods. Lance Winters: We’ll be waiting...Darling. He laughs and begins to turn away from her as a security guard tries to grab a hold of him. Lance quickly lifts his knee into the man’s gut and throws the man into a stack of crates. He laughs at the sight of his destruction and waves to Gwen while walking away. Lance Winters: Tootles! As Lance disappears head of security Lonny “RED” Ohno comes running into the scene out of breath. RED: STOP THEM! STOP THEM NOW! He looks around at the two men knocked out and Gwen who is visibly hurt being held by two guards. RED: MAN, WHAT THE FUCK?! She rolls her eyes as she was released by the two security members and she walks over to RED as she placed her hood over her head which concealed everything but her mouth. She turned to him and then in a low and angry voice she muttered Gwen Massey: I am NOT fucking going back to anger management neither.. You can also send a message to Mr. Risky for me to.. tell him I need to speak to him at Defiance IX. A business proposition if you will seeing that NO ONE wants to fight them. Oh.. She looks back at the mess she caused and then she smirked before wiping the running blood once again before grabbing her briefcase. Gwen Massey: You might want to clean that up.. She said as she whistled a soft tone and slightly started to skip away from the scene ![]() ![]() Returning to the back, Risky is seen dancing in the hallway singing. Lyle Risky: MY LOVE IS ONE IN A MILLION!!!! He acts as if he’s holding a microphone up to his lips. Lyle Risky: AND IT GOES ON, AND ON, AND ON!!!! He does a spin and dances a little more. Both Katia and Katanna Torres are seen entering the scene as they look at one another before looking towards the man who was dancing around and singing. Katia started singing as Katanna placed her earbuds back in her ear Katia Torres: Umm. Sir, i think you should stop now please. Risky slides down his Beats headphones and looks at the two new signees to Hard Knox Wrestling. He smirks noticing just how attractive they are. Lyle Risky: My bad I ain’t hear you. What’s good? Katanna shakes her head as she leans against the wall and Katia smiles and extends her hand Katia Torres: Katia and Katanna Torres, Primitive Unrated sir. I was recommending that you kinda, sorta calm your singing down slightly ha, caught our attention. Lyle shakes her hand and laughs. Lyle Risky: Hey, I’m not that bad of a singer am I? Katia tilted her head slightly as she nods it and then chuckles nervously Katia Torres: I mean, to each their own though. I just would hate for someone to start talking about you and you never know about it because your music and singing were both so loud Katanna snickered at her older sisters comment. Risky shrugs his shoulders and nods. Lyle Risky: Yeah maybe you right...Uh, what’s her problem? He looks over to the other twin. Lyle Risky: Ayo, you good? Katanna looks at Risky and then nods her head as she returns back to listening to her music Katia Torres: She’s a little upset, this new Tag Team really did a number to us and now she wants to talk to Banks about making a 3 on 3 elimination match at Defiance 11. I mean, Katanna and I are game, can’t you technically make the match official? Katia asked as this question peaked her younger sisters curiosity seeing that the majority of things have been done by Banks over the last few shows. Risky nods. Lyle Risky: Yeah basically...I gotta give the nod for most of the shit B “proposes” anyways. I mean if y’all showed some determination...I’d go ahead and make that shit an official match on the dot. Katanna looks at the man and then walks up to him Katanna Torres: Did you NOT see what happened to us out there tonight? Humiliated in front of hundreds and you are telling me that we, Katia and Katanna, Primitive Unrated have to show you how determined we are just so we can get a match that probably will end up happening anyways? Katia Torres: Katanna.. She raises her finger to Katia to tell her one second Katanna Torres: How about this, If we don’t get this match, you don’t have to worry about it being sanctioned, we will take it to the streets if we have to. Plus, that bitch Gwen Massey put her nose where it didn’t belong. They want a challenge, we will give it to them. How about that for determination? She asked the man who was in front of her. Lyle Risky: Man...First off chill. If you want a match, you gon’ have to earn that match. What? You got ya ass beat and you think you can automatically be put up for a match? Shit a match you askin’ for? Nah. He wags his finger while shaking his head. Lyle Risky: Nah ladies, it don’t work that way. You see how shit goin’ round her right now. Or shit look up top at PDW or any other big time federation. You think people get handed matches just after they got they asses dealt with? Mufuckas stay wantin’ revenge but most of them don’t do shit to get that revenge. You want that shit? Huh? Either of y’all want that shit legit? Then earn it. Show me and B you want that shit. Katanna Torres: Oh, so now I have to dance around like a puppet because two bitches cant stay in their lanes and post match attack us? I see how HKW handles shit. No biggie.. none at all Katanna returns back to the wall where she was before and nodded her head Katia looked at Risky and shook her head slightly Katia Torres: I mean, I think that is slightly messed up.. but like she said, it was an option. Unsanctioned or sanctioned. Doesn’t matter to us. We aren’t on the R.I.P stuff but we will get what we want in the end. Your assistant Anya i believe it was, is calling for the match at Defiance 11. Kayla and us vs. Gwen and them. You have to admit, six people who hate one another in a ring. Compelling nonetheless. Though, if you say we have to earn it, I guess what she said about us not having contact with the ladies until Defiance 11 is thrown out the window and we can go handle business huh Katanna? Katanna smirked as she placed her headphones in her pocket and cracked her knuckles Katia Torres: We don’t beg for anything. We beat our opponents tonight in that match, regardless what it was, we won. whatever you throw at us next is whatever, but The Dirty South is going to get put in their places. One way or another. Sorry boss.. it’s business, nothing personal She said as she motioned for her sister to come on and the two walk by Risky heading towards the tag team locker room area ![]() ![]() "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 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! Levi Dafoe: The following contest is a "Pikachu on a Pole" match! The only way to win this match is to grab the Pikachu hanging atop the pole! Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey; weighing in at 300 pounds....he is TANK! 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. "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. 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. Levi Dafoe: And his opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds...he is COLTON STERLING! 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. Match Nine Pikachu on a Pole Match ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Tank and Colton both keep their eyes on the pole and the Pikachu doll at the top before turning to look at each other. After a few seconds, Colton darts over to the corner where the pole and doll is, he begins to hurriedly climb it. Unfortunately, Tank is too fast and manages to grab Colton by the tights before yanking him off of the corner. Tank begins to try to climb the corner as well, but Colton drives a sharp kick to his back, causing Tank to fall off of the corner and land on his feet. Tank turns around and Colton drives another sharp kick to his ribs before kicking him in the midsection. Colton punches Tank right in the head, sending Tank stumbling while he's at a keeled over position. Colton runs forward, jumps up, and plants him with a Fame Asser! Tank seems to be down for the count as Colton quickly scrambles to his feet and heads over to the corner, climbing all the way up to the top turnbuckle before making a reach for it, only to be about two inches short. He goes to climb the steel post holding the Pikachu doll high up in the air. Unfortunately, Tank has shaken off the Fame Asser and got to his feet before running forward and pushing Colton right into the steel post. Colton's head bounces right off of it before he falls to the outside of the ring, hitting the ground with a massive thud. Tank exits the ring and grabs at Colton before tossing him over the announce table. Brian Mason and Mark Tango quickly get the hell out of the way so they avoid the young man out of Tampa from crashing into them. Tank peeks over the table to see a laid out Colton before looking at Brian, then at Tango, then at the nearby row of fans. #TankSmirk Tank quickly turns around and gets back up to the apron and walks over to the pole before gripping it tightly with both hands and trying to bend it in half. Unfortunately, he fails to do so as the pole seems to be made out of stronger stuff than what he expected. Tank lets out a groan before dropping off of the apron and onto the ground. When he turns around, Colton Sterling connects with a dropkick that sends him to the ground! Colton quickly gets to his feet and climbs up to the apron before climbing the corner all the way to the top turnbuckle. Colton begins to climb the steel post just as quickly, but Tank is now nipping at his heels as he has gotten up to both feet and goes right after Colton. He manages to get the "Diamond In The Rough" back down onto the top turnbuckle before tossing him off the top turnbuckle. Colton hits the mat, but quickly rolls up to his feet before running forward and planting a bicycle kick onto Tank's jaw, knocking Tank off of the apron. Colton goes to climb the turnbuckles yet again, succeeding. He then proceeds to climb up the steel post (just barely), eventually getting his hand on the Pikachu doll. Colton struggles and all the time he spends struggling allows Tank to get to his feet once more, climbs the turnbuckle, and grab Colton by the tights, dragging him off the pole and back to the top turnbuckle. He then shoves Colton off of the turnbuckle, Colton's neck getting caught on the ropes before he hits the ground. Tank now begins to climb the turnbuckles, getting to the top one and standing on it. Tank attempts to grab at the Pikachu doll, but it is out of his reach. He attempts a small jump, tips the doll, and almost falls as he lands back on the corner. Tank just gives a #TankScowl before grabbing the pole once more and trying to shake it so that he can shake off the doll. But, Colton has shaken off the fall he had just took and drives another sharp kick to the back of Tank's right knee, causing Tank to fall on his ass on the turnbuckle. Colton stares at what he has just done for a second before climbing the turnbuckles, the climbing right onto Tank's shoulders! Tank tries to swing at Colton, but doesn't get much. Colton uses the extra leverage to reach and grab the Pikachu doll right off before getting off Tank's shoulders and falling to the mat! DING! DING! DING! Levi Dafoe: The winner of this match via retrieval of an item, COLTON SSSSSSSSTERLING! [12:32] Colton quickly rolls to his feet and raises the doll high up in the air as the scheduled referee raises his free hand high up in the air. Tank just sits on the turnbuckle, head in his hands as he just feels disappointed. Colton rolls out of the ring and begins heading up the ramp as Tank gets back down onto the mat. Tank looks out at the crowd before he gets hit by a steel chair from behind! It's Joey Perello and he seems to try and go for one more shot, only for the audience to cheer as Colton Sterling makes his way back to the ring without his doll. Once Colton enters the ring, Perello drops the chair and rolls right out. Colton goes to immediately check on Tank before turning his gaze back to a stoic expression-having Perello. Perello backpedals up through the crowd as he and Colton stare each other down as the scene fades out. ![]() ![]() We cut to the back where we see Felicity just putting on her silver and gold prom dress, lacing up her boots. Once she finishes, she grabs her tag team championship off the chair and stands up, making her way toward the locker room door. Just as she walks, she sees none other than Tank screaming at one of the stagehands. Felicity: Oh boy… Felicity could see that Tank is upset about something as she jogs down the hallway and steps up behind him, now hearing everything that’s going on. Tank: Not now Felly… Tank isn’t in the mood. He was really angry but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to take it out on Felicity. Either he wasn’t in the mood or deep down he knew she was a friend. Felicity: Tank, you don’t have to yell at this guy. Felicity points at the lanky stagehand, chuckling a bit at his appearance. Felicity: I mean, look at him… Like… Ew. She shakes her in disgust as she pulls Tank by his arm, moving him away from the stagehand. Felicity: What has you so mad, Tank? You used to be so happy and chipper all the time. He just glances at her as she pulls him by the arm and moves him away. Tank: Felly… Just let go. The time for joking is over. Tank clenches his fists in anger. Tank: Two words… JOEY PERELLO! Just the mere mention of his name made Tank’s blood boil. Tank: Joey thinks Tank just gonna lay down and let what happened go. The old Tank who was a clown may have done but things have changed Felly. People turned their backs on Tank so now Tank don’t need anyone. Felicity raises her eyebrow, realizing how pissed Tank actually was. Felicity: You don’t have to be a prick to prove a point though, Tank. I mean, I understand you’re mad and all, but taking all that anger out on stagehands? She looks down the hallway, seeing the small framed man still standing in shock. Felicity: What’s that gonna prove? Take that anger out on Joey, not anyone else. She shrugs her shoulders, pulling her title into her hand. Felicity: But Joey got escorted out of the building, soooo… Felicity makes a ‘derp’ face, smiling afterward. Felicity: You could always beat up Tanner Sands for me! Felicity grins widely as she reaches in and gives Tank a pat on the chest. Felicity: Just don’t get yourself so worked up all the time, kay? It’s wasted energy. #TankShrug Tank: Tank has given up caring now. When Tank cared people took Tank for a fool. Tank just doing whatever benefits Tank. If that means hurting someone else because of Joey then so be it. To beat a bully it’s better to be a bigger bully. Looking down at the shocked stagehand Tank just hits the #TankSmirk Tank: Felly can take care of Felly and Tank will take care of Tank. Beeno ain’t safe either… Felly related to that fool and knew it was gonna happen yet didn’t tell Tank. Therefore Tank doesn’t actually care about what Felly has to say. Just mentioning Beeno made Tank even more angry. It was as if his eyes were ready to bulge out. Tank: If Tank has no friends then Tank hasn’t got to worry about anyone stabbing Tank in the back. Felicity rolls her eyes. Felicity: First of all, I had no idea what Jayden had planned. Brandon, Jayden and I don't talk wrestling unless it's me going to Brandon for advice. Secondly, you could try to push me away, but it’s not gonna work. I am still, and always be your friend. Felicity reaches in and gives Tank a hug. Tank doesn’t hug Felicity back as she pulls away and smiles. Felicity: Anyways, I have a Kai to beat up. I’ll talk to you later. She smiles and exits the picture as Tank stands back and shakes his head before heading towards his locker room.
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![]() Levi Dafoe: The following is your main event for the evening and is a prom gown submission match! "Strobe lights are everywhere. Smoke is filling the air. Turn up the beat, oh yeah. This is how hard we go!" The lighting begins to flash purple, black and pink as "Strobe lights" hits the PA system. Felicity walks out onto the entrance way wearing a tiara on her head and a black jacket over her prom gown. She turns her back and starts walking backwards down the ramp with her arms to her side, the camera focusing in on the "Queen B" writing on the back of her coat. "Taking chemical shots So much that your mouth is bubbling So much that your stuttering To the beat, Do you feel that Boom boom Tell me do you feel that Boom boom boom boom" She faces forward and takes a look out at the crowd before walking to the ring slapping the hands of a few lucky fans along the way. When she gets on the ring apron, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and riles the crowd up before hopping into the ring and sitting down in between the ropes, waiting patiently for the match to begin. Levi Dafoe: Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey; weighing in at 120 pounds.....FELICITY! "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, not dressed in a gown, and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he quickly starts walking down the isle to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, then crosses his arms as he waits for the match to start. Levi Dafoe: And her opponent, weighing in at 200 pounds....KAI! Match Ten Prom Gown Submission Match ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Kai and Felicity slowly circle the ring before trying to meet in the center for a lock up. Kai goes to grab Felicity, but she ducks underneath and drills him in the back of the knee with a kick that causes that knee to buckle. Fel quickly gets in front of Kai and leaps up, hooking his head when coming down and planting him onto the mat with a jumping DDT. Felicity quickly puts Kai in an armbar, but her grip isn't tight enough and Kai is able to just manage to slip out of the grip. She quickly rolls to her feet as she watches Kai roll by the ropes and get to a knee before sharing a staredown with her. As Kai runs forward, she quickly runs at him and connects with a dropkick that sends him to the outside. Felicity then goes by the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and dives between the ropes, looking to connect with a suicide dive...but Kai just manages to move out of the way, forcing her to meet the barricade! Kai quickly grabs her by the head and tosses her in the ring before sliding in himself. Felicity gets on all fours, only for Kai to grab her head and hit her with repeated headbutts that lay her out. Then, Kai grabs her and puts her in a front face lock. Felicity screams in pain, but doesn't give up. After a few seconds, Kai's grip begins to loosen, so he abandons the idea of a front face lock helping him out to win this match and gets to his feet. Kai thinks about it for a second before beginning to set up for a rolling elbow. Felicity is slow to get to her feet, but once she does, Kai goes to hit her....but she ducks. Kai quickly turns around and is met with a spinning heel kick! Felicity tries to take advantage of this opportunity and heads to the corner, where she climbs it. Once Kai gets to his feet and looks towards the corner, she leaps off and lands on Kai with a perfect moonsault that knocks Kai down! Felicity then flips Kai over and gets on his back before grabbing at his neck and pulling back, looking to end this match with a Camel Clutch. The ref asks Kai if he wants to give in, but Kai just growls at him. Eventually, Kai musters enough strength to get to both feet with Felicity on his back before going back first into a corner, causing Fel to get off of him and hold her ribs in pain. As she stumbles out of the corner, Kai drills her with a rolling elbow before grabbing at her and locking in a kimura armbar. The audience seems to be split in half as to who to cheer for, some cheering on Kai and others booing him for trying to hurt Fel with that armbar. Fel struggles and looks ready to tape before she manages to just get the tip of her wrestling boot, enough for the ref to go for the count, Kai breaking it up immediately. Kai rolls to his feet and stalks a hurting Felicity as she slowly gets to her feet using the ropes as well. Once Fel is up to both feet, Kai goes to grab her...but she pushes him off! Kai goes right after her, but when she plants her boot in his chin with the Bank Shot, the entire place explodes in cheers as Kai drops to the mat with a thud. Felicity seems to be in complete shock as she leans up against the ropes and looks at Kai, but doesn't waste another second as she grabs both of Kai's legs and wraps them around her right before flipping him over for a sharpshooter! Kai, who seems to be shaking off the kick, starts groaning in pain, but gives the ref the same growl when the ref asks him if he wants to give up. Kai begins reaching for the ropes and after about a minute, gets his right hand on the bottom rope, forcing Fel to break up the submission. Fel takes a few steps back from Kai and begins to stomp the mat, signaling that she's planning on connecting with yet another Bank Shot. Kai is using the ropes to help himself and eventually gets to his feet. When he turns around, Fel looks to hit him with a Bank Shot...only for Kai to catch her foot! Fel looks in shock before Kai lets go of her foot and drills her with a clothesline! Fel falls to the mat and Kai quickly grabs her and places her in The Crossface. Alas, the fatigue of the match getting to Felicity, she begins tapping out after about ten seconds, slapping the mat as hard as she possibly can while the ref calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Levi Dafoe: The winner of this match....KKKKKKAAAAAAAIIIIII! Kai releases Fel almost as soon as he hears the bell before rising to his feet and getting his hand raised in victory. With the match over, Kai exits the ring as Felicity starts coming to. She realizes what had just happened as she glances over at Kai with a look of disgust on her face. She tugs on her hair, and pushes referee Robinson as he tries to help her to her feet. She grinds her teeth as she continues to watch Kai walking up the entrance ramp. Referee Robinson goes to say something to Felicity, but she turns around and kicks him below the belt! Mark Tango: HOLY SHISHCABOB, FEL- LATIO. WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?! Felicity pulls back on her hair as she watches Robinson squirm around on the mat. She blankly stares at him before stomping down on his leg over and over again. She then slides out of the ring, and pulls referee Robinson by the leg, wrapping them both around the ring post before locking in a figure four around the ring post! Brian Mason: She's gonna break his leg, Tango! Felicity rips down on the hold as the crowd roars when Brandon Banks runs down the aisle and screams at his sister to release the hold. Robinson is heard screaming in agony as Felicity finally lets go after getting pulled by her arms by Brandon. She gets to her feet and gets directly in Brandon's face as he yells "What the hell are you doin" right at her. Felicity simply shakes her head and screams "This is your fault" in her brothers face and pushes him out of the way. Brandon slides into the ring to check on Robinson as Felicity continues up the ramp with a devious grin on her face, never once turning around to look back. Edited by Mac Leonard, Jan 20 2014, 06:53 PM.
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