Post by apexstaff on Jan 13, 2023 3:22:49 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT! Thursday, January 12, 2023
Dublin, Ireland - 3A Arena
(The cameras flicker to life as the show begins. They scan the crowd then stop at the commentators desk)
Alfonso Banks: Hello and welcome to the first RIOT of 2023!!!
JR Freeman: And what a show it’s going to be! We have so much Crusade fall out to deal with… plus a once in a lifetime Irish Pub Brawl for our main event!
Alfonso Banks: We are officially on the road to Destiny- next stop- DEMONS RUN!
JR Freeman: But first, let’s kick things off with the winning team from Armageddon… TEAM STAR!
(“Steeple” by Halestorm takes over the arena. The crowd erupts as Star Stormz walks out with a mic in hand and Max Sheppard by her side. She motions for the crowd to quiet down. When they do, she speaks.)
Star Stormz: Crusade was a HUGE SUCCESS! I can’t thank everyone for making our vision a reality! Me and Max… we had HUGE goals for Crusade and we crushed them ALL! Thank you, all. But on a personal note… I want to thank the 5 superstars who stood by my side, and battled on my behalf. I wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for you guys. Come on out, TEAM STAR!
(From behind the curtain came Trisha Lee Moore, Nick Madison, Laura Phoenix, Gracie Lopez, and Levi Russow. They stood in a line with smirks on their faces as the crowd was wild with cheers.)
Star Stormz: You guys… make me proud to do what I do. You guys, and these fans, are why people like myself and Max fight so hard for what we believe in. If there’s ever any way I can repay you for your loyalty…
(Before she could say anything else, “Rock That Body” by Black Eyed Peas plays. The crowd reacts confused as Team Star parts and out walks Maria Angel, David Shane’s wife. She walks up to Star and raises a mic when things calm down.)
Maria Angel: Star, Max… I want to be the first to apologize on behalf of my husband. I don’t condone his actions and I am glad that your team won at Crusade. And I just wanted to come out here to let you, and the entire PWS Universe, know that you don’t have to worry about David anymore.
Max Sheppard: You fired his ass?
(Maria chuckles a little bit)
Maria Angel: Even I don’t have THAT kind of power. BUT, I have taken active control over his portion of the company. He is still TECHNICALLY Chairman of the board and co-owner. BUT he can’t do anything within the company without my approval.
(The crowd reacted with mostly cheers, but some boo’s cut through the crowd)
Max Sheppard: So he is on time out?
Maria Angel: I guess that’s one way to put it. Star, Max… you guys have been doing a great job. You all have.
(She turns towards Laura too)
Maria Angel: So I want you to know that I plan to be more of a silent partner in this. Why fix something that isn’t broken, right? Unless something really fucked up happens, you probably won’t see or hear from me for a while. I’ve always been pleased with how you guys have ran things. So… best of luck, I won't waste anymore of your time.
(As she was on her way to the back, a male voice is heard as Manny Martinez comes running out)
Mann Martinez: NO! WHAT ABOUT ME!?!
(Everyone turns to look at him)
Star Stormz: What about you?
Manny Martinez: David hired me! I still have a job, right?
Max Sheppard: Why don't you ask him…
(Max points behind Manny, to show PWS Legend Eddie Lopez standing there, arms crossed. Manny lets out a scream as Eddie grabs him and heaves him over his shoulder. The cameras then follow as Eddie takes Manny backstage and drops him in a garbage can. The crowd cheers and laughs as he claps his hands together before coming back out.)
Star Stormz: Well if that didn’t confirm it… welcome back Eddie!
Max Sheppard: And on that note… enjoy the show!
(The cameras cut to the commentary table)
JR Freeman: And there you have it… David is out of power, Manny is gone, and Eddie is back. What a start to the show!
Singles Match
Carmen Rodriguez vs. Dawn Warren
(This one begins predictably, since Max Delgado accompanies Carmen to ringside, with the heels pulling heelish shenanigans to distract the referee and allow Carmen to bend the rules - raking Dawn’s eyes, choking her and even biting her forehead for a full ten uninterrupted seconds - to secure an early advantage. She keeps this pressure on, even once the referee gets things a bit more under control, using her speed to keep Dawn grounded, not allowing her to mount any sort of comeback. Dawn Warren struggles, she truly does fight valiantly, and the crowd makes their displeasure with Carmen and her fiance Max Delgado known, but they pay the fans no mind, only sharing a kiss on the apron to a chorus of boos and jeers.)
JR Freeman: Oh, no, come on, man! This is disgusting!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, I’m sorry JR; is their LOVE OFFENSIVE to you?!
JR Freeman: You know DAMN well that’s not what I meant, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: …Yeah, I do, but this is SO MUCH more fun for me.
(Things continue this way in the ring, with the couple making full use of their numbers advantage to keep the referee distracted, until about the midpoint of the match when Dawn SEEMS to start to turn the tide by way of a lucky roll-up, which nets barely a one-count but DOES allow her to escape the pressure from her opponent briefly to try to mount a resurgence. The comeback is short-lived, unfortunately, as she attempts the With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility combo, but Carmen is able to reverse the Tilt-a-Whirl DDT into a VICIOUS Snap Northern Lights Suplex. She then keeps hold of the Pink Puppy’s arm, heading to the second rope, then leaps off to lock in the Queen of Queens! The crowd chants and cheers, egging the Pink Puppy onward, but ultimately it’s no use, as Dawn is eventually forced to tap out to the hold.)
WINNER= CARMEN RODRIGUEZ
(“Gangstas Paradise” suddenly blasts over the PA system, sending the crowd into an uproar, as Cleo Phillips steps out on stage, and poses. She looks down to her waist, looking around as if trying to find something, before shrugging and heading down to the ring, flanked by Z-Money, where she’s given a microphone.)
Cleo Philips: “Well, it couldn’t last forever right?” she said, to a rather mixed reaction. “Look, I’ve suffered so many ups and downs in my life, faced so many losses, this is just another one to put up on the shelf and move past it. The important thing is, I kept fighting. I never gave up and I made damn sure Mike Hawk earned that championship.”
(She pauses for a moment, the crowd still giving a mixed reaction from those wanting Cleo as champ, those who don’t like her saying good things about Hawk, and all the fans Mike Hawk has earned himself.)
Cleo Philips: “I may not have a belt around my waist, but I am still your champion.” she continued, “I will continue to champion for you, continue to fight for all of my fans. It’s to you I owe everything, you all helped me get here and I don’t need any belt to prove my status as a champion. It’s about what you have inside that makes you a champion, and there’s a whole lot of fight left in me.”
(She pauses for a moment,allowing the crowd to react once more)
Cleo Philips: “The drip was kinda nice though…” she grinned, “Now, if Mike Hawk remains the Mike Hawk I fought at Crusade, he’ll make a perfectly fine champion. Perhaps it’s time we test that. See, I am entitled to say…a rematch. Last time Mike Hawk challenged me, so now let’s see how the champ reacts when the tables are turned because I am invoking my rematch and issuing a challenge to Mike Hawk for the World Championship! Lets do it ONE MORE TIME!!!”
(The crowd cheers, and chants of “one more time” fill the arena.)
Cleo Philips: “They want it. I want it.” Cleo remarked, as Z continued to motivate the crowd with his arm movements, “Let’s just hope the new champion wants it. Lets hope the new champion wants to prove he can be a champion as well as win one. Can Mike Hawk remain champion, or was his win really just a fluke?”
(She grins, knowing shes pushing certain buttons on purpose.)
Cleo Philips: “I hope to see you soon…champ.’” she says, before dropping the mic, and exiting with Z-Money to “Gangstas Paradise”.
(The camera cuts to a white room with a wooden table on it. On the table is a stand of some sort, that seems to be the height to hold a phone or something. It’s brightly lit, and the wood on the table is blonde in colour. Soon, the new PWS: Apex World Champion, Mike Hawk, walks on-screen. Hawk’s dressed in a proper suit, with black pants, a jacket to match, and a light purple shirt with a dark purple tie. He puts the belt down hard on the table, resting on the stand, facing the camera. The camera shakes a little bit. Hawk sits down, his world title proudly displayed in front of him.)
Mike Hawk: Now will you take me fucking seriously?
(He smirks, interlocking his fingers as he looks into the camera.)
Mike Hawk: I know Cleo will. Because when I pinned her to the mat for the fourth time in 65 minutes at Crusade, FINALLY dropping the F-bomb, and finally cementing my legacy as a top star in this company, she knew something I’ve been saying since I arrived in this company; Mike Hawk is not a joke. And I’m glad to have eventually finished what I started way back when with my first and only Destination NEXT match. And no, before you ask, I’m not putting googly eyes on the belt. It’s the world title, even I show it the respect it deserves.
(Sighing, he leans back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table.)
Mike Hawk: If you don’t mind… I want to tell you all a story. A story about how I went from a losing streak… to the top of the fuckin’ world. Our story begins when I debuted in this company more than 2 years ago. I wasn’t booked at first, but when I finally was, against a credible opponent, I fought someone called Tayler Parks.
(He chuckles slightly at his mentioning of the name.)
Mike Hawk: Tayler had a bright future ahead of her. And hell, she still does! She was pretty good in the ring, too, for someone her age. I saw good things in her, which is why I agreed to the match. Tayler had something to prove. Something within her that was begging to come out, something I see from all these new up-and-comers, except the Landersons, that are here in the company now! Something I HAD when I first joined the company. If she had stayed, maybe SHE’D be world champion at this point! But… see, there was a problem.
(His demeanor changes, getting his dress shoes off the desk, looking directly into the camera.)
Mike Hawk: After I beat Tayler Parks, she quit the company. Now I’m sure you’re all thinking what I thought at first. It’s a coincidence! She was going to leave anyway, maybe she was unhappy with her position or her pay! But… sadly, my dear viewers, that was not the case.
(He sighs, looking down solemnly.)
Mike Hawk: Parks has been quoted as saying… “Mike Hawk’s a joke. I’m not losing to Mike Hawk!”... That’s right. Tayler quit… not because of creative differences, or pay cuts, or anything RATIONAL. No… Tayler Parks quit PWS… because she lost to the company clown.
(Hawk grimaces, hitting the table with a closed fist.)
Mike Hawk: Tayler quit, because she saw me as nothing more than a comedy character. A mascot. Someone to jump around, clap his hands and make a fool of himself on national television to appease the crowd, then go backstage to make room for the REAL wrestlers. And y’know what? At first, it didn’t really bother me. I was fine with her thinking that, I blew it off, I joked about how she spells her name, everyone moved on. But something about that moment lived in my brain the whole time. She had grown just a LITTLE cloud of doubt, and anxiety, and negativity, in the back of my mind. And with every loss that I suffered in this company, the little cloud of doubt grew bigger and bigger. “AM I just a comedy character? Do I DESERVE to be in the position I’m in? Is Jonathan Sanders… right?”
(He pauses, to let that all sink in.)
Mike Hawk: For YEARS I’ve let that doubt permeate from my subconscious into my conscious, and my matches suffered because of it. But… honestly, I don’t think that, alone, was the problem. The problem was, I didn’t yet know how to use it. My anxiety, my doubt, controlled me. I kept forcing comedy into my promos because I was self-conscious. I didn’t think they were good enough on their own. I thought that Mike Hawk WAS a joke, and the only way I’d succeed would be by playing the role I was destined for. But, you see, I think the reason I finally won the world championship, the reason that Cleo Phillips couldn’t beat me… is BECAUSE of that doubt, BECAUSE of that voice telling me “you can’t do it”, rather than DESPITE it.
(A brief pause to adjust his suit jacket.)
Mike Hawk: Let me explain. See, most “good guys” in pro wrestling, they talk about overcoming fear, overcoming doubt, overcoming that lingering voice that tells you that you’re not good enough, but that’s not what I did. Instead, I used it. I channeled it, I told all of those voices, both internal and external, that they were wrong. I told myself that I NEEDED this title if I was going to have ANYONE take me seriously from then on. I used my anxiety as fuel, and I put on the best goddamn professional wrestling performance of my life. I didn’t ignore Tayler Parks’ voice in my head. I didn’t push what she said to the back of my mind. I heard it, loud and clear, exactly in the tone she said it in from day 1… and as I hit that final F-bomb, dropping Cleo to the mat for the final 3-count… I told Tayler to go fuck herself. And I proved to everybody in the WORLD… exactly how much of a fucking JOKE Mike Hawk is.
(He smirks, grabbing his belt and putting it on his shoulder.)
Mike Hawk: So go ahead. Tell me I’m a joke. Tell me I’m nothing but a comedy character who doesn’t deserve this belt. Because I can use it. I WILL use it. I will channel it. I will STRIVE to prove you wrong. Every little thing you say to me, every little jab you throw at me, as Nosferatu learned the hard way, they power me, they make me fight harder than I’ve EVER. FOUGHT. BEFORE! That black cloud that formed in my mind, that little puff of smoke that Tayler Parks planted all those years ago… as that grows bigger, I grow stronger. Because it turns out, that’s not a storm cloud… it’s gunpowder. And that distinction is what I finally learned after so long. I don’t need to hide the cloud behind confetti and a clown with his dick out. I need to show it for what it truly is. I need to light that gunpowder… so it can ignite the F-Bomb.
(He stops, sighing contentedly.)
Mike Hawk: Mike Hawk’s a joke. And you just lost to Mike Hawk.
(He goes to walk off, then stops himself.)
Mike Hawk: Oh, and Cleo? Challenge accepted. I’ll see you at Demon’s Run.
(With this, the “President of Pro Wrestling” turns and walks off-camera. The camera then fades.)
Singles Match
Candy vs. The Squid-Man
(The match begins with both people getting right up in each other’s faces, before Candy breaks it up with a “Boop!” to the nose of the Squid-Man. Or at least where she assumes the nose is. She giggles and then kicks him in the face, taking an early lead. Squid gets a few moves off here and there, but Candy mostly shuts him down. Early in the match, after a Monkey Flip, she goes for the cover!)
ONE!
TW- Nope! Squid kicks out!
(Squid has the advantage for a few moments, even locking in an Octopus Stretch, but Candy soon gets it right back from him, locking in a hold of her own, which Squid almost taps to, but he’s able to get to the ropes. The crowd cheers the hell out of Candy’s offense. Both competitors stand up, Candy putting one finger up, asking Squid to wait, while she pulls out some glitter, throwing it in the air!)
Candy: GLITTER!
(Squid-man sees this, going into his own pocket and pulling something out of it too, throwing it in the air where it collapses to the floor like the glitter.)
JR Freeman: Is that… fish food?
Alfonso Banks: Why was that in his pocket!?
JR Freeman: I guess squids get hungry during matches!
(Candy picks some of the fish food off the ground and pops it in her mouth, spitting it out and making a disgusted face.)
Candy: Bleh! Fish food isn’t people food!
(She continues the match, hitting a few more moves on Squid.)
(As the match is going on, the camera cuts to the announce table, where Alfonso Banks is having 20 pies wheeled out in front of him.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh good, my pies are here!
JR Freeman: What’s with all the pies?
Alfonso Banks: I’m sick of not getting to eat dinner until after the main event! Mike Hawk has always taken what I want anyway!
JR Freeman: He’s world champion now, he has the right to.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, he’s always had the right, JR, I’m a coward and never speak up.
JR Freeman: Why are there so many of them?
Alfonso Banks: Can YOU select just one type of pie?
JR Freeman: No, that’s a good point, but I could at least narrow it down to 4 or 5!
Alfonso Banks: And that, JR, is why you don’t have any pie.
(Finally, with Squid near the turnbuckle, Candy ascends it and jumps off, hitting The Gumdrop! The crowd goes wild as she goes for the cover!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings as Candy celebrates her victory.)
Meg Reynolds: There is your winner… Candy!
(Squid-Man rolls out of the ring, eyeing the pies. He grabs one and picks it up, going back into the ring and hitting Candy with the banana cream pie. Candy stops for a few seconds, before giggling and heading out of the ring.)
Candy: PIE FIGHT!
(She picks up a pie and throws it at Squid, getting it all over him. They continue to throw Alfonso Banks’ 20 pies at each other until there are none left, they’re covered in pie, both announce tables are covered in pie, and Alfonso Banks is covered in pie.)
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know what I’m more disappointed about. The fact that my pies are gone, or the fact that I’m now covered in them.
WINNER= CANDY
(The cameras cut to the back where Alexis Makarios was seen talking on her phone. It seemed like an urgent conversation)
Alexis Makarios: Man that really sucks… I’ll talk to Star. Dont worry about it, I got it covered,
(She pauses for a moment)
Alexis Makarios: You take care of Mr Man Flu. Bye
(She hangs up the phone and puts it in her pocket before heading down the hall and entering in the door marked “Star Stormz”.)
Star Stormz: Hey, Alexis… have you heard from Dan or Audrey? Dan’s in the main event tonight but he hasn’t checked in at the area yet…
Alexis Makarios: That’s exactly what I was coming to talk to you about. I just got off the phone with Audrey and Dan has a horrible case of the flu. They are basically quarantined in their hotel room. She says it’s really bad…
Star Stormz: Damnit… What are we going to do…
Alexis Makarios: I got this covered. I’m gonna head out now and I’ll get there in time to fill in for him.
Star Stormz: Are you sure?
Alexis Makarios: I got this…
Star Stormz: Ok then… good luck!
(Alexis grins and leaves the room)
Alexandra was sitting on her throne used in several of her promos since she joined AntiThesis, but now, things were different, Sanders instead of standing proudly beside her, was sitting at her feet, his head resting on her lap, facing away from the camera. Her gaze was focused on the camera, her head tilted slightly towards the side. Her hand is petting Sanders head, he was clearly upset and feeling betrayed by the actions of Tyson Sykes.
Alexandra Sanders: In a game of Chess, everyone focuses on the King.. they seek to destroy him. But they fail to remember something.. The QUEEN is the most powerful piece in play. Tyson Sykes, normally it would be Jonathan who would be addressing you.. But no, as you can see our Dark King of Nightmares.. Is beside himself. He’s in pain and YOU caused it. And now, it is my job to lead each member of this team into battle against you, Tyson Sykes. Do you know what occult families used to do when a member betrayed them? They would kill them. They would string their bodies up in the most sacred of places and sacrifice them for the demon king’s pleasure.
She leaned forward, causing Sander’s to sit up, looking up at her as if she was a savior in his darkest hour. She hated that this, her dark family.. Was betrayed in their moment to shine. The anger in her eyes burned hotter than the fires of hell themselves.
Alexandra Sanders: Since you chose to betray my beloved.. I will make sure that every moment you THINK you’ve made it.. EVERY TIME you have let your guard down. I will be there to take that moment from you. Starting tonight. Queen’s Knight to C6.. see you soon.. Tyson.
With that Sanders stands, looking down at her. Out of the darkness walks Alexander Lyons, who kicks the camera over. It goes to static leaving the fans to wonder, just what the Dark Queen had in mind.
Singles Match
Tyson Sykes vs. Alexander Lyons
'A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride'
(Leo's metal Cover of Tom Sawyer hits and Tyson Sykes busts through the curtain. Usually sporting a backwards hat and a cutoff graphic tee slightly too big for him that hangs slightly over his wrestling trunks, he surveys the crowd for a moment before speed-walking an intense lap around the ring. He then jumps onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope, and it's anybody's guess whether you'll get some air guitar to Tom Sawyer, two raised arms, or two raised middle fingers, depending on "The Ripper's" mood that day. He then leaps the rest of the way over the top rope and circles the inside of the ring, jaw jacking with the fans.)
Jr Freeman: This match is going to be a different monster.
Alfonso Banks: When this match was announced, I knew that something was going to get VERY dangerous. But the question is, just which one is it.
The world is a vampire
Sent to drain
Secret destroyers
Hold you up to the flames
And what do I get
For my pain?
Betrayed desires
And a piece of the game
(The sounds of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" explode throughout the arena, as Alexander Lyons appears on stage, he gets to one knee and points to the sky, as Pyros shoot off all around him.)
Even though I know
I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold
Like ol' Job
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved."
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
(He walks briskly down the ramp, badmouthing fans at ringside along the way, once ringside he hopes up on the apron and enters the ring, where he does his kneel and point up pose in the ring as more pyros go firing off.)
Jr Freeman: Both of these men know each other very well. This is definitely going to be an interesting match.
Alfonso Banks: I’m sure Anti-Thesis has something planned.
(As the bell rings to start this one off, Tyson Sykes opens it up with a HUGE lariat right out of the corner, demonstrating that he’s clearly fired up in the aftermath of his Crusade return. He follows this up with some stiff stomps to the back and midsection of Alexander Lyons, then runs for the ropes and gets a HUGE pop by nailing the Fallen Prince with a Running Senton! He goes for an early cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Lyons powers out!
(Sykes simply smirks at this and nods his head, mouthing “Alright, we’ll do this RIGHT,” before rising to his feet and lifting Lyons off the mat, then planting him with a snap Suplex. He goes to roll through it into something like a Camel Clutch, maybe, or a Bulldog Choke, but Tyson’s ANTITHESIS blood-brother seems to have his moveset scouted, and he immediately fires a few frantic elbows into the Ripper’s ribs before rolling towards the ropes and clutching the bottom one with both hands. Tyson still moves to apply the choke, but the referee begins to scold him and counts to four before he ultimately breaks it. Sykes just sneers at the official and returns to his feet, getting in the referee’s face and using his size to intimidate the smaller man, but during this exchange Alexander begins to recover, and - with a wicked grin befitting his stablemates - he shoves Tyson forward into the referee, causing him to fall to the mat! With the official down, this allows Lyons to play dirty, IMMEDIATELY nailing Tyson with a low-blow that he follows up with a Lionheart Kick! The Feral Prince grins and keeps up the pressure, using his knowledge of Tyson's skillset to find chinks in the armour and holes in his defence that can be exploited. He presses his advantage as much as he can on the ground, working over the arms and the neck of Tyson, in preparation for the Gordian Knot. The tide eventually turns back in Tyson's favour, though, and he gets back to his feet and starts to take control by brawling, putting his own safety on the line if it means harming Lyons, and the crowd pops LOUDLY for a moment that sees the two former tag champs coming face to face, nose to nose after a sustained headbutt exchange. As things draw to a close the two seem to still be evenly-matched, trading a few more near-falls [including a VICIOUS Syko Bomb into the exposed turnbuckle, from which Lyons BARELY manages to kick out, and Sykes becoming the first person ever to kick out of the Brightroar DDT], but the tides shift again after Sykes nails Lyons with a Death Valley Driver, and he rolls out of the ring clutching his neck, screaming in pain, causing the referee to check on him, ordering Sykes to stay behind.)
Jr Freeman: Oh god that doesn’t look good. This could be a dangerous place for Alexander Lyons
Alfonso Banks: Wait.. wait..who is that. IS THAT?!
Jr Freeman: Holy.. knucklepunches thats Alexandra Calaway, the Queen of Antithesis.. What dark idea does she have in mind?
(The referee doesn’t see Alexandra running down the ramp towards the ring, she slides under the bottom rope, staring up at the back of Tyson’s head. Tyson could sense someone standing behind him and turned around.. When he did, he was met in the face with a barbed wire scourge, from Alexandra. She looks down at the item in her hand and takes it with her as she slips out of the ring and hides underneath it. Lyon’s notices what has been done and he smirks, rushing over to pick up Sykes and hit him with a Brightroar DDT and goes for the pin, making sure to cover him where the referee cannot see his face.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(Alexandra slides out from under the ring and slips into the ring, the bloodied Barbed wire scourge tucked into the belt of her pants, behind her back. She smiles at Alexander Lyons and laughs as she shoves Tyson Sykes out of the ring and then moves to raise Alexander’s hand, pushing the referee out of the way.)
Jr Freeman: Look at the blood dripping from that weapon ref.. Come on..
Alfonso Banks: I called it.. Antithesis doesn’t play games.. They win them.
Jr Freeman: Alexandra said she had a plan.. This seems to be just getting started for them.
Alfonso Banks: Moving on…
WINNER= Alexander Lyons
(The camera cuts to the back where a few people were standing around and in the middle of them stood Candy and The Squid-Man…)
Squid-Man: I am a squid.
Candy: Hi squid! I’m Candy!
Squid-Man: I am a squid.
Candy: Hi squid! I’m Candy!
(This continues on as the onlookers appear to be in awe at the display. One speaks up)
Stagecrew: This has been going on for at least 10 minutes now…
(Another speaks up)
Stagecrew 2: Oh god… they are stuck in a loop. That’s all he can say … and she’s just an idiot…
Squid-Man: I am a squid.
Candy: Hi squid! I’m Candy!
Stagecrew: I… I can’t…
(He shakes his head and walks away as the cameras cut)
Singles Match
Nadia Lawson vs. Eddie Lopez Jr.
(As the bell rings, Nadia tries to size up with the younger Lopez, but she gets overpowered by him at the start. But she’s not going to let someone like him push her over. She goes strength to strength with him afterward but neither of them seems to overpower the other. The match spills to the floor and that’s when Nadia starts to swing the match in her favor by throwing Ej into the steps. As he hits the steps, they go flying from their original spot. Nadia stays on the attack but EJ posts her into the ring post face first.)
Jr Freeman: Both of them are showing their strength in this match.
Alfonso Banks: When this match was announced, I knew it was going to be like this and it’s been fun to watch.
(When the match returns to the ring, it’s been back and forth between Nadia and Ej, each move got bigger and more powerful as the match went on, but as it does both of them start to feel the effects of it, and start slowing down. Close pinfalls start to happen because of this and the crowd is into the closeness of this match as well, you could see them being into every move, every pinfall. As this match starts to near it’s final, Ej goes for his version of the brain buster but Nadia grabs his eyes and tries to rip them out and when they fall down, she uses the ropes to her advantage and picks up the win.)
WINNER= NADIA LAWSON
(The cameras cut to the back where Max Sheppard was standing in his office.)
Max Sheppard: I won’t waste too much of your time. But now that we are in 2023 we want to take things to the next level. Myself and Star want to continue bringing back things from the old PWS. We loved that we showed homage to the old Crusade main events with the 60 minute iron man match… so we wanted to bring back another staple of the old days. Along with the yearly Destination Next match that we used to host… there was another huge match that we used to do… and I think it’s time that PWS: APEX take a chance on it.
(He pauses, for dramatic effect)
Max Sheppard: And that is why at Demon’s Run this year we will be hosting the Rebel Rumble! This is an over the top rope elimination style battle royal where we start with 2 people then every couple minutes another enters until all have entered. Eliminations occur when tossed over the top rope and both feet hit the ground. Last person standing earns themselves a shot at the PWS:APEX World Title at Destiny! Sign up sheets will be posted soon, so be on the look out!
(He grins)
Max Sheppard: And now… back to the show!
(The cameras cut)
MAIN EVENT: Irish Pub Brawl
Alexis Makarios vs. Chris Page
Alfonso Banks: Welcome back, we are about to witness our Main Event for the evening!
JR Freeman: We are going to go live to Red Lion Pub where Chris Page and apparently Alexis Makarios, who is subbing in for Daniel Russow tonight, are preparing for the match at hand
(The cameras cut to the inside of the pub where it appeared to be about half full. At the bar stood Alexis and Chris, both working on a pint prior to the match.)
Alfonso Banks: Preparing the best way known to man… with an authentic Irish pint.
Meg Reynolds: The following is an Irish Pub Brawl match that is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada… CHRIS PAGE!
(The speakers in the arena echoed with “Judas” by Fozzy as a referee walked up and informed Alexis and Chris that it was time. They both chugged down the rest of their drink, slamming their empty pints onto the bar, before turning around.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent, from Syndey Australia… ALEXIS MAKARIOS!
(The two of them shake hands before locking up. It was apparent that neither was exactly sober going into this, but that’s kind of the point… right? They lock up and neither can quite get advantage on the other. Alexis, using her wits, stomps on his foot to take advantage, allowing her to get him in a headlock. As this was going on, the patrons of the pub began to form a circle around them, enjoying the show, and cheering “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” as they went on.)
Alfonso Banks: Seems the fans are enjoying it
JR Freeman: What’s not to enjoy? 2 partially drunk individuals fighting in a pub? Free entertainment!
(Alexis smashes Chris’s head onto the bar, and goes for a second one but he gets his hands down in time and catches it. He elbows her in the face, which causes her to let up on him enough that he is able to grab her head and smash it onto the bar! The two begin to share shots back and forth as they start moving through the pub. They bump into a table, causing some one’s beer to spill.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh…
JR Freeman: NOT GOOD!
(The man stands up and tries to get in the middle of the fight but Alexis and Chris look at each other and as if in sync both do a standing dropkick to the man’s chest. This sends the man backwards, right into a coat rack, and then to the floor covered in the coats on the rack. Alexis chuckles a bit, and Chris takes advantage and grabs Alexis, suplexing her over his head and right onto the table they bumped into! She writhes in pain as he climbs up on the bar. The fans around them are cheering “ELBOW DROP! ELBOW DROP!” to which Chris nods, and delivers exactly what the fans wanted! Sending them broth crashing through the table. Chris drapes an arm over Alexis.)
1…2…KICKOUT!
(Chris gets up and starts to deliver stomps to the back of Alexis. She rolls onto her back and catches his foot, bringing him right to the ground with her! She grabs him and pins him to the ground, straddling his midsection as she punches him left and right. He blocks the last one and pushes her off of him. They both get to their feet and brawl back over to the bar. Once there, Chris tells Alexis to wait a second, as he orders 2 pints that the bartender is happy to deliver. Chris slides one over to Alexis.)
JR Freeman: How gentlemanly of him
Alfonso Banks: A beer break in the middle of a match!?
(The two chug down the beers as the fans are chanting CHUG CHUG CHUG. Once they slam the cups back down, it’s back to fighting! Alexis punches Chris straight in the gut before she grabs him and throws him up on the bar! She climbs up there herself, a bit wobbly, but still standing. She gets up and waits as Chris starts getting up with his back to her. She runs and drops him to the bar with a bulldog and goes for a pin.)
1…2…NO! KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: His face bounced off that bar!
JR Freeman: I hope to see more of this guy! He’s got moxie
Alfonso Banks: No one says moxie anymore
JR Freeman: Maybe they should.
(Alexis slides off the bar and grabs a barstool. As Chris starts to get off the bar she swings wildly at him with it, but he manages to duck. This angers her and she raises the barstool over her head and takes another crack at it, smashing the stool over his head. He collapses to the ground and she drops for another pin.)
1…2… NO! KICKOUT!
(He manages to get his shoulder up at the last possible second. She looks annoyed but he then grabs her and rolls her up in a schoolboy!)
1…2…NO KICKOUT!
(She manages to roll through just before the 3. She pops back up to her feet just in time to get absolutely smashed in the head with a pint glass! She staggers, and Chris grabs her for a Page Plant. He connects and drops for the pin.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh… I think that’s it!
1…2…3!!!!
DING DING DING
Meg Reynolds: And your winner via pinfall… CHRIS PAAAAAAGE!!!!
(Chris gets to his feet and helps Alexis up to hers. The two shake hands as Alexis has blood coming from a cut on her head. The bartender hands her a napkin as Chris orders 2 more pints. He pushes one towards Alexis, they share a handshake, as the cameras cut back to ringside.)
Alfonso Banks: That’s all the time we have for tonight!
JR Freeman: Tune in next week!
WINNER= CHRIS PAGE
