Post by pwsstaff on Dec 9, 2022 0:06:39 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT
TUESDAY, December 6, 2022
ACCOR ARENA - PARIS, FRANCE
TUESDAY, December 6, 2022
ACCOR ARENA - PARIS, FRANCE
(The show comes on the air, as we go straight backstage to see a load of security personnel and staff, all trying to get in the middle of something. After a moment, we see that it is a massive fight between Cleo Phillips and Mike Hawk, as the two are damn near trying to beat each other to death. We can’t exactly hear much of what’s being said, as it’s simply one long beep due to the profanity being used, but it doesn’t take much to imagine what’s being said. The two brawl all the way through backstage, even breaking free from the restraints of security at times to keep the fight going. In the end, it takes five security guards to pull Cleo away, as five other security guards try to pull Hawk away, when finally Josiah Cena gets on the scene, and heaves Hawk back, getting in between the two.)
Josiah Cena: You two wanna beat the hell out of each other? Do it at Crusade. Not here!
Cleo Phillips: Bitch jumped me!
Mike Hawk: You can’t prove that.
Josiah Cena: I don’t give a damn who did what! No more fighting between the two of ya until we get to Crusade. Now both of you go back to your locker rooms and stay the hell away from each other.
Mike Hawk: Or what? You’ll go whine to the staff about me? You’ve got about as much say as the coffee maker, pal.
(Josiah gets in Hawk’s face and yells at him.)
Josiah Cena: GO. NOW.
(Hawk scoffs, grumbling about how Cena probably makes lousy coffee, as we go to ringside with Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: What…the hell…did we just see? They were trying to kill each other!
Alfonso Banks: Regardless of how that started, it definitely made me even more excited for the match at Crusade!
JR Freeman: That one is proving to be one hell of a match. I’m looking forward to it as well.
(With that, the opening video package for Riot airs and plays.)
(The cameras cut to Star Stormz’s office, where we see Team Star gathered around, as Star has a worried look on her face.)
Star Stormz: I just…Armageddon is in two weeks, and we don’t have a fifth member, and I can’t afford for us to lose this match, and I know how they love to play the numbers game, and they keep attacking poor Gracie. And I just…
Laura Phoenix: Breathe, woman…
Star Stormz: I’m just….extremely stressed, okay? The future of the ENTIRE COMPANY could rely on this…
Levi Russow: Hey, Stormz…we got this.
Gracie Lopez: Yeah, we’re not gonna let you down. We promise.
Star Stormz: But, what are you going to do about the fifth member? We are already at a disadvantage after the crap last week.
(Nick steps next to Star and drapes an arm around her shoulder.)
Nick Madison: Like we said….we got dis.
(Just then, we hear the door to the office open, as someone walks in off camera. We don’t see who it is, but see Star’s reaction, as her eyes light up and a huge smile appears on her face.)
Star Stormz: Oh fuck yeah!
(Her team members laugh, as we cut back to ringside with JR and Alf.)
JR Freeman: Did….Star Stormz just drop an “F” bomb?
Alfonso Banks: I mean…maybe? Stranger things have happened.
JR Freeman: I think it’s time to get to our first match.
Singles Match
Gracie Lopez vs. Max Johnson
(As the bell rings, Max Johnson doesn’t waste time attacking Gracie. He has Gracie backed into the corner as he rams his knees into her stomach, taking control of the match early on. It stays that way for a little while until he throws Gracie into the far turnbuckle. As Gracie hits the buckles, she explodes off of them with a strong hard hitting clothesline that spins Max Johnson inside out.)
JR Freeman: Gracie came out of that corner like a firecracker.
Alfonso Banks: She’s pissed off, and I don’t blame her and this goofball isn’t helping matters.
(Gracie picks up Max, and as he stands up he slaps Gracie across the face, which is one of the dumbest things he would ever do, as the slap only wakes up the rage inside of Gracie and she goes off on him. She throws him around the ring like a rag doll with suplexes, not one or 2 or 3, but 6 of them! Max tries to fight back after the suplexes but Gracie, at this point in the match, is too powerful for him, and with her anger proving the aggressiveness, there’s no stopping her.)
JR Freeman: I’ve never seen her like this before..
Alfonso Banks: I have, and when Armaggdon comes around, it’s not going to be pretty for anybody.
(For a moment Gracie walks away from Max Johnson but again he’s stupid and runs towards her and she kicks him in the head with a roundhouse kick that makes him fall like a sack of potatoes to the canvas. The echo of the kick gets ooh’s and ahh’s from the crowd, she shrugs her shoulders before climbing to the top rope with slow mythical steps. She leaps off the rope and hits a very angry frog splash, and bounces off of him. She slithers like a snake to make the pin….)
Jr Freeman: That was an angry frog there.
Alfonso Banks: I wouldn’t kiss that wrong…
(Even with an angry frog splash, Gracie manages to keep her beanie on…after slithering to make the pin, she looks deep down the hard cam with a cold icy angry stare…as the ref counts.)
1………..
2………
3…………
JR Freedom: An angry Lopez is never fun, Max didn’t even stand a chance here.
Alfonso Banks: He did but he pulled a stupid, you never slap a Lopez. When you do this is the result. I hate to say this but I think David Shane barked up the wrong tree and he’s going to pay and it’s going to get VERY ugly.
WINNER - GRACIE LOPEZ
(The lights in the arena go out, leaving it in complete darkness, as a voice comes over the sound system, and a picture of Daniel Russow pops up on the tron.)
“Daniel Russow…what a hypocrite. He spends his life putting his body on the line for no good reward, yet condemns and doesn’t support his wife doing the same for her friends. What happened to Daniel Russow? What happened to the Rabid Deviant? Word on the street is he’s thinking about hanging up the boots and calling it a career….maybe he should.”
(The lights come back on, and the image fades off, as we hear JR and Alf.)
JR Freeman: What…the hell was that?
Alfonso Banks: I….have no idea….but I don’t think Dan is going to be happy about it.
JR Freeman: Ya think?
(The door opens as we see a beautiful, eloquently dressed arm extend an invitation into the room. Engulfing her tiny frame in shadow is the entering behemoth Slaps McKill as he ducks his head under the door opening being followed into the room by a sheepish looking Dr. Diana Everheart.)
Diana Everheart: Please…feel more than free to sit where you…can? I guess?
(Slaps looks at the furniture he’s probably gonna break if he sits in so he just sighs, throws a chair out of his way, and turns around throwing his back against the wall and sliding down to sit on the ground.)
Diana Everheart: Oh!...Okay, that’s admittedly a first but…the ground it is.
(Diana looks around awkwardly before holding onto the edge of her desk trying to lower herself as suddenly a massive hand is outstretched to take hers and help her down.)
Diana Everheart: And heeeeere we are!
Slaps McKills: …you’re new at this…ain’tcha.
Diana Everheart: *sigh* That obvious huh?
Slaps McKills You’re doing fine.
Diana Everheart: Thanks…so umm…tell me about yourself! “GRRR! SLAPS MCKILLS!!!” like, everyone’s so afraid of you! What’s up with that?
Slaps McKills: *Chuckles* Thank you for that stunning impression, I’ve never been more terrifying.
Diana Everheart: Hey man, I’m just sayin’...tigers got claws!
Slaps McKills: I’ll take your word for it…you seem a little…goodhearted, to be working near THIS business.
Diana Everheart; Oh trust me…I thhhhhhink I can hold my own…
Slaps McKills: Oh? Do you moonlight as a super deadly ninja or something?
Diana Everheart: Spoilers, my dear Slaps. Now come come…what’s up with the name?
Slaps McKills: Because some idiot a decade ago branded me Slappy McGoo cause he wanted to prove a point.
Diana Everheart: And what was the point?
Slaps McKills: That they could force a naive fanboy to adapt it as a ring name as a rib cause they didn’t think I’d get over.
Diana Everheart: Did it work?
Slaps McKills: …in its own way. My little British friend Amelia and I started a tag team called #GUMMYBEARMAFIA but that was just another joke at my expense.
Diana Everheart: i see…let’s talk about your relationship with say…the Russows.
Slaps McKills: I would so completely rather not?
Diana Everheart: Oh I super know you would but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t…so c’mon Big Hero…spill.
Slaps McKills: I started as just a fan of Levi…and I have this problem where I used to…”snap”...whenever I would get bullied or picked on or saw it elsewhere. Levi saw me break two arms and took me in…
Diana Everheart: You say took you in…where was home before?
Slaps McKills: …Missouri. I’m from Missouri.
Diana Everheart: You seem a bit taken aback by that…
Slaps McKills: Sorry it’s just…no one’s ever asked me that before.
Diana Everheart: They were never curious about you?
Slaps McKills: Ms. Emma was…Levi always focused on how many dollar signs he could get out of my expense.
Diana Everheart: Wouldn’t you say that Jesse is doing the same thing right now?
Slaps McKills: Jesse’s using me just as much as I’m using Jesse.
Diana Everheart: …oh now I HAVE to know what that means.
Slaps McKills: There’s power and money attached to the Russow name.
Diana Everheart: So I’ve heard…so they’re just a quick payday?
Slaps McKills: I…married Ms. Emma’s sister…who just brutally divorced me and filed suit for full custody of the only thing that matters to me…in this world or any other.
Diana Everheart: Ahhh…and you think, what…you’ll use the Russow’s power AGAINST a R-
Slaps McKills: Yes I do. Because she’s not a Russow. As much as they’d love you to think I was, *I* am not, nor have I EVER been a Russow. And if all I have to do is crush bad people standing in the way of Jesse’s path to the gold to have ANY chance of seeing my daughter again?
I’ll break…this whole roster…in half.
Diana Everheart; Uhhhhhhh…huh. Unfortunately that’s all the time we have for today but I think we could do some really great work here.
Slaps McKills: Please do not advise that I-
Diana Everheart: I’m gonna advise that you have additional sessions.
Slaps McKills: …grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-eat.
(The two squint their eyes sizing each other up cause everyone’s readable on the floor level as we go black.)
Singles Match
El Landerson vs. Dionysus
(The match starts with Dionysus on top as a dominant force of nature. He tosses Landerson across the ring like he’s made of cardboard. Jonathan Sanders, at ringside, gives a wicked grin as he does so. Dio picks Landerson up a few times in a row to slam him into the turnbuckle. A sadistic smile on his face, The God of Madness picks Bit Luchador up, tossing him haphazardly out of the ring, soon following him, as the count starts for them to get out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Oh damn! Dionysus is tossing El Landerson around like a ragdoll!
Alfonso Banks: Yep.
JR Freeman: Wow, that was uncharacteristically quiet. Something on your mind, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: I’m just scared to talk when Dionysus is in the ring.
JR Freeman: Well I can’t blame you for that, the man’s intimidating!
(Dionysus throws Landerson into, then up and over, the audience barricade, before picking him back up, lifting him up and over it again, running him directly into the ring post, hitting a big boot to the smaller man. As the count reaches 7, Dio shows his power again by THROWING Landerson over the top rope from the floor, before getting in himself. Landerson’s out at this point, but Dionysus continues his assault, mostly with stiff punches and kicks which wear the luchador down. As he lifts Landerson up, the masked man manages to get a second wind, running the ropes and dropkicking the legs of Dionysus, bringing the big man to one knee. He hits a few more high flying moves in order to get the big man off his feet, and onto the ropes! He goes to hit the 619, but Dio grabs him, snarling as he stands to full height.)
Alfonso Banks: Shit, he’s angered the beast.
JR Freeman: Beast is right, Alf, I don’t think Dionysus would disagree with that assessment.
(Dio hits a Rusty Cleaver, laying Landerson out, but he doesn’t stop there, picking him up and doing it again. He looks down at Sanders, who nods, making a throat-cutting motion with his finger, as Dionysus picks Landerson up again, hitting the move a third time in a row! He walks up to the limp body of his masked opponent and bends down, laying a single hand on Landerson’s chest.)
1!
2!
3!
(The bell rings and before Dionysus’ hand can be raised, he shoves the referee away and kneels down over Landerson, punching him repeatedly, a bloodthirsty wickedness on his face that isn’t unfamiliar to the crowd. He lays into El Landerson, the small man limp, until Sanders calls out.)
Jonathan Sanders: DIONYSUS!
(Dio looks to Sanders, who motions to the entrance ramp. Dionysus stands up, calmly walking out of the ring, and the two make their way to the back. EMTs come to the ring to check on the bloodied Landerson, as the cameras cut to the announce table.)
JR Freeman: Well, uh… let’s hope El Landerson’s okay.
Alfonso Banks: I’m sure he will be. The man’s a fighter!
JR Freeman: Well, still to come tonight, we’ll see Audrey Russow team with Alexis Makarios to take on Ace Static and Corey Bull! So stay tuned!
WINNER - DIONYSUS
(The cameras cut backstage, where we see Claire Anderson standing by.)
Claire Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, she is the PWS: APEX United Champion, Jennifer Makarios-Lopez!
(The fans cheer from the arena, as Jenn steps into frame with a smile on her face.)
Claire Anderson: Big match coming up at Crusade. You’ll be defending in a ladder match against Max Delgado. Any thoughts?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: I’m looking forward to this one. Max is a young up and comer. And I think he’s got great potential. I respect what he’s managed to do here. He’s been pretty impressive .
(Just then, we hear from off camera.)
Max Delgado: Too bad the respect isn’t mutual.
(There is a mixture of cheers and boos from
The crowd as Max steps into frame.)
Max Delgado: What up?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: What the hell?
Max Delgado: What? Oh that? Yeah. I don’t respect you, and I’m gonna take your title. See ya in Barcelona.
(And with that, Max walks off, leaving an almost speechless Jenn.)
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez:…..that’s it…I’m gonna kill him.
(The cameras cut away.)
(The cameras then fade in to a warm Christmas scene. Presents by a tree, a fire roaring in the fireplace, a door with a wreath on it, all while the instrumental opening to “Silent Night” plays in the background. The camera then focuses on The Squid-Man, who’s dressed in his regular squid mask as well as a tacky Christmas sweater, also with a squid on it. The music’s lyrics start up, and it’s entirely replaced by “I am a Squid”. The Squid-Man is sitting on his living room couch, with a tube of wrapping paper on the table in front of him, a glass of hot chocolate beside it. He pulls out what he’s going to wrap… a whole, raw swordfish.)
(Slamming the fish on the table with an audible “THWACK”, Squid-Man’s hot chocolate falls off the table. He goes to pick up the glass when suddenly the swordfish starts moving! He dives to grab it and proceeds to knock the entire table over, shattering the glass that the hot chocolate was in. He manages to grab onto the gigantic fish, putting it in a chokehold until it stops moving. He then grabs some wrapping paper and pulls it over the large bit of unprocessed seafood, panting a little bit, before turning to the camera and giving a thumbs-up.)
The Squid-Man: I am a squid.
(The camera freeze-frames on him, and the words “HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM PWS!” come up in a festive red and green font, snow capping each individual letter, with Christmas baubles on either side of the words, also with snow on them. The song “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” is playing now in place of the Squid-Man rendition of “Silent Night”. After the first instrumental verse, the camera fades to black.)
Singles Match
Devon Ryder vs. Richard Rider
(For anyone expecting a technical clinic out of this one, they’re definitely going home disappointed. That’s not to say Devon DOESN’T showcase his technical expertise - he absolutely does - but it becomes very clear early on that the Dark Horse’s words about “just wanting to hurt somebody” ring true. Rider starts things off valiantly with a noble, if almost pathetic, attempt at a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Ryder almost IMMEDIATELY shuts him down with a snap Vertical Suplex. The former Canadian Hero then begins to lay on the hurt, focusing on the Hollywood Heartthrob's legs with submission holds and targeted attacks. The worst of these comes in the form of an Inverted Figure Four leglock using the turnbuckle for assistance, after poor Richard tries to scramble out of the ring for a moment to breathe. The referee counts, but Devon releases at the last possible second, waiting until essentially 4.95 to break the hold, with a wild and oddly-sadistic smirk across his face.)
JR Freeman: What the hell does Devon Ryder think he's doing?! This is EXACTLY the kind of reckless, villainous behaviour that he himself has railed against in the past!
Alfonso Banks: He's clearly not in a great headspace, JR, can you really BLAME the man?
JR Freeman: I… you're right, Alf. We definitely need to be patient and understanding with Devon as much as we can - but poor mental health is NOT an excuse for terrible behaviour, and we need to stop pretending that it is!
Alfonso Banks: Agreed! Do you WANT another Kanye West? Because THAT’S how you get Kanye West!
(As the announcers continue their hilarious, topical and not-at-all-problematic banter, back in the ring Richard Rider has attempted to mount a comeback. After Devon’s assault on his legs, his attempted Superkick falls through, but as Devon gets himself underneath his opponent to attempt the Strong and Free, Richard Rider manages to roll off his shoulders into a roll-up pin…)
ONE!
TW-NO!
JR Freeman: Oh WOW, what a roll-up! That was a close one there for Ryder!
Alfonso Banks: Very true, JR, but he shouldn’t have written-off Rider so easily; Ryder himself has warned others of the dangers of underestimating their opponents, even ones like Rider.
JR Freeman: You’re right, Alf; I guess it remains to be seen whether Ryder will have RIDER’S number tonight, or whether RIDER will have RYDER’S number.
Alfonso Banks: As long as both men can keep each other on their RADAR, they should be fine.
JR Freeman: Their Rider/Ryder RADAR?
Alfonso Banks: No no, their Ryder/Rider RADAR!
JR Freeman: Oh, of course, my mistake!
(Back in the ring, Ryder POWERS out of the pinfall attempt by Rider, but it gives the older man a little bit of time to recover. The two square off in the middle of the ring again, trading blows and netting dueling chants of “LET’S GO RI-DER!”/“RY-DER SUCKS!”, before ultimately ending in an exchange which sees Ryder ultimately overpower Rider, blocking an attempted Flying Chuck Kick and catching Rider on his shoulders, planting him to the mat with the Strong and Free! He covers…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
JR Freeman: STRONG AND FREE! STRONG AND FREE! RIDER DIDN’T STAND A CHANCE!
Alfonso Banks: You’re damn right, JR; looks like he tried hard, but Ryder just had Rider’s number tonight.
JR Freeman: We are having TOO MUCH fun with this.
Alfonso Banks: We REALLY are.
WINNER - DEVON RYDER
“THE POPE! LIONEL MESSI! BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!”
(All of those names are shouted as a drone flies around the massive Camp Nou stadium in Barcelona until we hear an engine sputter and the drone feed cut out…as the hardline opens with Jack Russow and Mack McKane standing in the empty parking lot in front of a beautiful obsidian almost shack.)
Jack Russow: Yeeeeeah they all may have done 90,000 in THERE…
Mack McKane: Wait’ll you see the fookin’ shit I got planned for you ‘ERE!
Jack Russow: Now we couldn’t get this match sanctioned “in the arena” HOWEVER…we were so generously offered the chance…
Mack McKane: …to handpick and design how I’m gonna gut you come Crusade, Big Boy.
Jack Russow: You see this pretty black building shimmering behind us?
(Mack quickly holds up a thumb plunger and clicks the button as a…I suppose you’d consider it a MEDIUM explosion happens in the background that Jack was CLEARLY not ready for and he jumps screeching like a little girl…Mack starts laughing uncontrollably.)
Mack McKane: Yeh…that ain’t it, bruv.
Jack Russow: WHAT!?
Mack McKane: Y’see when I-
Jack Russow: WHAT!?
(Jack is digging in his ears and rapidly fluttering his eyes after the explosion. Mack just smacks him around the head.)
Mack McKane: Your line dipshit.
Jack Russow: WHA-OH…I MEAN, WHAT DID YOU THINK WE HAD IN MIND WHEN WE NAMED IT THE BLOOD BOX!?
Mack McKane: You sincerely don’t need to shout, bruv.
Jack Russow: …NO I CAN EAT APPLES, BUT WHAT’S THAT GOTTA DO-
*SMACK*
Mack McKane: Anyway…let the smoke clear…and witness your exodus.
(The…you almost can’t even call it a cage because a cage would have a symmetrical pattern to it. There is a ramshackle gathering of various fencing and cages that have been RUSTED together on a plywood mat with every weapon they could think of and some that will be a surprise. But the whole thing looks just like one big necessary tetanus shot.)
Mack McKane: I wanna take a rusted saw to your bones…see if the lockjaw hits before the pain knocks you out.
Jack Russow: …like, he’s been TALKING like this since you jumped me…I’m LEGITIMATELY scared he may be on psycho broken record mode.
Mack McKane: …and the last thing you’ll feel as the colors fade and the grey and white prevail moments before cold darkness take your spirit will be the sensation of a housefly crawling across the film of your iris so the last thing you see before you die is the fly’s dick YOU CAN GO SUCK FOR TURNING YOUR FOOKIN’ BACK ON US, INNIT! WAKE up, “Slaps”...
…the Musketeers were just a DREAM.
(Mack pops the collar on his usual overcoat as he stalks out of frame glaring the camera down the whole time as Jack has a shocked look on his face as he just slowly follows Mack outta frame which centers on the Godless abomination they built in the loading dock of the arena as we change.)
Main Event
Tag Team Match
Alexis Makarios & Audrey Russow vs. Ace Static & Corey Bull
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first…
(“My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, as the lights bleed into a purple tint. Audrey Russow makes her way out onto the stage, as pyro goes off with the hits of the beat, before Audrey starts making her way down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: Making her way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, AAAAAUDREY RUUUUUUUSSOOOOOW!
(Audrey gets to ringside, and slides into the ring. She walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. She hops down and gets ready for the match, awaiting her partner.)
Alfonso Banks: Audrey has had a rough week, let’s hope she can focus.
JR Freeman: In that ring, Audrey is one of the most focused individuals in this company.
Alfonso Banks: Let’s hope so.
(The lights dim as the opening chords of “MZ Hyde” by Halestorm hit. Strobe lights start to flash at the top of the ramp as Alexis Makarios comes out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. The arena fills with a chorus of “FIRECRACKER”. She smiles big as she looks around, taking it all in.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, from Sydney Australia, she is the Aussie Firecracker… ALEXIS MAKAAAAAAARIOS!!!
(The lights brighten back up as Alexis starts making her way down the ramp, but instead of high fiving fans like she normally does, her face is filled with anger and strangely focus as she makes her way down. She slides in the ring and stands next to Audrey)
JR Freeman: Alexis is pissed. Pushed past her limit. My guess? Someone is gonna bleed here tonight.
Alfonso Banks: Would be good warm up for Crusade…
(The lights dim and the ApexTron lights up to show a dark figure walking forth through the mist. A dark and haunting sound of a violin plays softly.)
“Since the beginning, man has always sought the best way to conquer evil”
“Man has begged the gods for guidance. They have anointed kings for wisdom. And they have made their beds with angels and demons alike.”
“But sometimes man's best weapon against corruption isn’t a hero….sometimes it’s a monster”
(“Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva cracks over the system and the greatest thing since sliced bread walks out onto the stage, looking like one part hobo, two parts asshole, and 100% hotter than you are, Ace Static. He then heads for the ring. He looks over Both sides of the crowd, then stops laughs as the crowd is mixed with cheering and boos.)
Meg Reynolds: Coming to the ring from Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina ,standing 6’2” and weighing in at 239 lbs, he is the one and only ACE FN’ STAAAATIC!
(Ace stops at the bottom of the ramp as his music fades out.)
Alfonso Banks: This guy… I just don’t like him.
JR Freeman: Not many do.
(Ace smirks and looks over his shoulder towards the entrance ramp,waiting. After about 30 seconds of silence, the tron flickers to life showing a distorted looking Corey Bull in a nondescript room. He smiles a slightly creepy smile as he begins to speak.)
Corey Bull: Oh, Alexis… you can call us Santa Corey this week… as we have delivered to you the perfect Christmas gift. One that will unleash your TRUE nature and allow you to be the killer that we know that you are.
(Everyone in the ring looks confused, but Alexis starts screaming “GET OUT HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!)
Corey Bull: Oh, not tonight, my little firecracker. Tonight is all about you and that flame that flickers inside you. The flame that you try your hardest to put out or to at the very least keep as small as possible. We want you to let it grow. As we mentioned earlier… I have a gift for you. Look at the man standing at the bottom of the ramp.
(Alexis and Audrey both look to Ace, confused)
Corey Bull: You see, the man you know as Ace Static… his real name is Johnny Chayne. A low life wrestler who claimed to be more than he is. We want you to have fun with this gift, Alexis. I will be watching…
(Corey lets out a slight snicker as Ace looks kind of annoyed. Corey remains on the tron, watching every move.)
Alfonso Banks: Um… what?
JR Freeman: I… I think this has become a 2 on 1 handicap match?
(Ace slides in the ring and stands across from Alexis and Audrey. The referee checks all 3 for weapons before calling for the bell)
DING DING DING
(The match starts as Alexis and Ace circle in the ring, sizing each other up. Corey screams from the tron, getting the attention of both competitors.)
Corey Bull: Hit him already! You know you want to! We would love to see it.
(This infuriates Alexis as she just straight up charges at Ace, tackling him to the ground. She grabs his head and bangs it into the mat a few times before getting to her feet and letting out a primal scream.)
Corey Bull: Yes… unleash it!
(Alexis then stomps on Ace’s head a few times before getting him back to his feet. She whips him into the corner and charges at him, sending her shoulder straight into his gut. She delivers a few punches to his face before climbing up onto the bottom turnbuckle for some added height and delivering a few more lefts and rights from above. She jumps up, putting her legs around his neck, and flipping him over for a hurricanrana! The crowd cheers loudly)
Alfonso Banks: Impressive showing by Alexis!
JR Freeman: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned And Ace is in there alone against 2 of em!
(Alexis drops for a pin.)
Corey Bull: You’re not done with him yet!
(She stands up before he can kick out and starts yelling towards Corey. Audrey tries to get Alexis’s attention but can’t. Alexis grabs Ace by the hair and stands him up, looking at Corey. While she was distracted, Ace grabbed her and DDTs her to the mat. He goes for a pin.)
1… KICKOUT!
(Alexis kicked out almost immediately. Ace reaches down for her but is met with her grabbing and sweeping his leg out from under him, dropping him to the mat. She grabs him and locks in the Aussie Lock with all her might. He screams out and starts reaching for the ropes.)
Corey Bull: YES! INFLICT THE PAIN! BE WHO YOU TRULY ARE!
(Alexis is heard yelling back “SHUT THE FUCK UP” as she applies a little more pressure. Ace is mere inches from reaching the rope.)
JR Freeman: Ace needs to break that hold
Alfonso Banks: It could all be over here! Ace was just a sacrificial lamb!
(Ace uses all his might to reach the bottom ropes and grab on. The referee tells Alexis to let go, and begins the count.)
1…2…3…4…
(Just before the 5 count, Alexis lets go. She sits on the mat for a second and looks over to Audrey, who is expressing concern for her friend. Alexis gets to her feet and waits for Ace to follow. He uses the ropes to climb to his feet, and she charges at him. He ducks down and she goes flying over the top rope. She hit the ground pretty hard. Audrey popped down to check on her as Ace leaned over the rope, chuckling.)
Alfonso Bank: Uh oh… this is not a good sign. Alexis’s anger is taking control and she is making common mistakes.
JR Freeman: We’ve all seen that happen to her before. I hope she can overcome it.
(After confirming that her friend is ok, Audrey helps her to her feet and gets back to her corner. Alexis slides in the ring and blindsides Ace with an elbow to the face. She grabs him and whips him into their corner. The look on Alexis’s face is just… downright scary.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh My God… this is… not good!
JR Freeman: Ace Static is about to die!
(Alexis looks like she’s about ready to murder Ace, when suddenly Audrey gets a blind tag in, ans gets into the ring. Alexis looks at her with a what the hell look, as Audrey explains Alexis needs to calm down for a moment. This obviously didn’t go over well, as Alexis angrily gets on the apron. In the ring, Ace staggers out of the corner. Only to be met with a vicious spear from Audrey, and she goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!!
(The fans cheer, as Audrey’s hand is raised.)
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, the tram of Audrey Russow and Alexis Makarios!
(On the outside, Alexis has seemingly said to hell with everything, as she’s down on the floor grabbing a couple of steel chairs. She gets in the ring and goes straight after Ace, nailing him across the head with a chair shot. She delivers another, and another, to the point the chair is bent and mangled in her hands. Ace is lying on the mat, as Alexis grabs the other chair, and wraps it around Ace’s neck.)
Corey Bull: Yes. Do it!
(Alexis starts kicking Ace, building into a fury, before she’s pulled away by Audrey Russow. Audrey pleads with Alexis to Stand down, but Alexis wants nothing to do with it. She turns back
To Ace, as Audrey tries one last desperate plea, spinning Alexis around, but whether it was instinct, or the rage she was feeling, Alexis slaps Audrey across the face as she turns around. This immediately “wakes Alexis up” as she instantly starts apologizing.)
JR Freeman: Oh god, she just hit Audrey!
(Audrey gives Alexis a glaring look, then shakes her head. This is finally when the two of them leave the ring, as medics rush in to check on Static. All the way up the ramp Alexis is apologizing to Audrey.
WINNERS - ALEXIS MAKARIOS & AUDREY RUSSOW
(“Adrenaline” by Shinedown starts to play over the sound system, and the fans immediately start to boo, as David Shane walks out onto the stage, flanked by his entire team for Armageddon at Crusade, including Alexandra Calaway. The five walk methodically down the ram and around the ring, before they get in. David grabs a mic before getting in, as he gives the crowd a moment to get their hatred out of them before he starts to talk.)
David Shane: Even though you people would love nothing more than to see us fail, I’m here to tell you that that is not going to happen.
(This brings out more boos from the crowd.)
David Shane: Boo all you want, distrust it all you want. Fact of the matter is there’s no chance in hell Star’s team is going to win at Crusade. Look at my team! I have four of the hottest superstars in PWS: APEX, and all four with a vendetta against the shit management they’ve had to deal with since Star has been at the helm. Who does Star have? A trio of has beens and a lost little girl who doesn’t know just when to stay down? I mean, how many times is Gracie gonna get her ass kicked before she realizes she’s on the wrong side of the battle lines? And Laura? Please…when’s the last time she even had a match? She must be wanting to feed her massive ego by thinking she can hang with this generation of talent…which brings me to the other two. First, I’ll address the “extremist”...what a crock of shit that always was. Nick Madison is the biggest fraud of them all. Don’t believe me? Just look at this match! Last year at Crusade was supposed to be his last match, when he lost to his daughter….but now? He thinks he can just come back on a whim? Please.
(The fans continue to boo, as his team members are just laughing.)
David Shane: Aaaaand now we get to Mr. Loud and wild himself, Ole Levi Fuckin’ Russow. The biggest bitch in the game. He’s hypocritical, delusional, psychotic, brain-damaged, anything else you wanna call it. He’s not all there. He thinks his family is this grand royal thing, when in reality, its a fucking disfunctional mess that NO ONE in their right mind would want to be a part of. Levi tries all he can to avoid the truth, and that truth is that, at the end of the day, after it’s all said and done…the Russow name is a fucking joke.
(The fans boo louder, until the opening of “The Steeple” by Halestorm starts to play over the sound system, and the boos turn to massive cheers, as Star Stormz walks out onto the stage, and following her are Max Sheppard, Gracie Lopez, Nick Madison, Laura Phoenix….and indeed, Levi Russow. Nick, Laura, and Levi have ABSOLUTE snarls on their faces, as Gracie looks like she’s ready to kill someone.)
David Shane: Oh, look what the cat dragged in.
Star Stormz: Shut. Up. David.
David Shane: What’s wrong, Star? Can’t handle the fact that your team is going to LOSE at Crusade?
Star Stormz: Keep thinking that. It’ll make it that much sweeter when they kick your ass and beat you.
David SHane: Um, Star? I know you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but your team only has four members. We have a full team of five..numbers don’t lie.
Star Stormz: Oh, didn’t you hear? We have a fifth member.
(David’s team all laugh in the ring.)
David Shane: Star, Walken the Janitor doesn’t count.
(Star shakes her head, as she hands the microphone to Nick Madison.)
Nick Madison: Ah, ya think that’s funny, eh? I mean, maybe. But it’s nowhere near as funny as your entire career. Now, as for our fifth member…what can I say? They are a former PWS World Champion…a hall of famer, really a trail blazer….someone that has stood against and beaten all the best in this company….oh and one more thing….she’s got bigger balls than all of you little boys in the ring.
(Just then, “Sexy, Naughty, Bitch Me” starts to blare over the sound system, as the iconic Trisha Lee Moore walks out onto the stage, as the fans go absolutely wild. Chants of “Trisha” and “Welcome Back” echo throughout the arena. She gives a little smirk as Nick hands her the microphone.)
Trisha Lee Moore: Been a while PWS, miss me?
(More cheers from the fans, as Trisha looks at her teammates.)
Trisha Lee Moore: Let’s go kick some ass.
(The fans erupt with even more cheers, as the five of them start making their way to the ring. They get a few shots in on their opponents, before David’s team bails from the ring down to the floor, as Star’s team stands tall in the ring.)
JR Freeman: You cannot afford to miss Crusade, where we will see all hell break loose in Armageddon! This one is going to be one for the ages!
Alfonso Banks: Don’t forget the Ironman match between Hawk and Cleo for the PWS: APEX World Championship!
JR Freeman: And the ladder match for the United Title between Jenn Makarios-Lopez and Max Delgado!
Alfonso Banks: Carmen Rodriguez will be challenging for the Collateral Damage Championship. And Morgan Baker will be challenging for the PURE Title!
JR Freeman: Let us not forget the entire situation between Mack McKane and Slaps McKills…oh…and the stuff with Alexis Makarios and Corey Bull!
Alfonso Banks: It’s gonna be a stacked show, indeed!
JR Freeman: With that, we’ve run out of time for this week,s o there’s only one thing left to say. Full Speed ahead, Barcelona!
(We get one last side-by-side shot of the face team in the ring, with the heels staring from the ramp, as the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, and we fade to black.)
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