Post by pwsapexstaff on Mar 30, 2023 23:45:29 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: Thursday Night Riot!
3/30/23 - CHICAGO, IL - WINTRUST ARENA
(The show begins properly with a montage of the world title match at Destiny. Hawk hitting a move, Cleo hitting a move, back and forth like this, cutting to different parts of the match, until it plays the ending, with Hawk hitting his uber finisher, the F-Bomb, getting the pin on Phillips.)
(The fans cheer as John Williams’ Superman theme begins, and the first thing they’re greeted by is their world champion, Mike Hawk. He walks out onto the stage, smirking, his world title around his waist. He cracks his knuckles, patting the belt. Hawk’s dressed in jeans, sneakers, sunglasses, and a black t-shirt with red lettering on it that says “Nothing Can Stop”, followed by a hand punching through a wall, followed by “The Juggernaut”.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome your PWS: Apex WOOOOOOOORRRLLLLLLLD CHAAAAMPIOOOOONNN… MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE HAAAAAAAAAAWWWK!
(Hawk swaggers to the ring, getting in through the ropes, as he grabs a microphone. He looks at the audience, a smile on his face.)
Mike Hawk: Well… I did it!
(The crowd has a mixed reaction, but mostly cheers the “President of Pro Wrestling”. He pauses, as the crowd chants “You Deserve It!” followed by 5 claps. He stops, looking at the crowd with a smile on his face, putting a hand on his head, his eyes closed, before opening them up again, focusing on the audience.)
Mike Hawk: Thank you, thank you, but really, I’m not sure how I’ve kept this for this long. I mean, it’s only one defense so far, but that’s one more than I thought I’d get! I was scared, but I used that fear, I channeled it into another victory, just like I promised! And I mean… Cleo was a FANTASTIC opponent, and I couldn’t have chosen someone better to defend the belt against at Demon’s Run…
(The crowd cheers at the mention of their former champ.)
Mike Hawk: I know, Cleo deserves that, she’s a phenomenal professional wrestler, and she’s done some amazing things in this company. Cleo, if you’re watching, I wish you the best! No hard feelings, really. And I’m glad I’ve earned back your respect. And I hope that wherever you are, Nic, you were watching. And I hope you enjoyed it.
(The crowd cheers again at the mention of Nic Powell, chanting “Nic! Nic! Nic!” enthusiastically.)
Mike Hawk: But now I have a different target. Someone who I’ve had very little interaction with in the past, but I know far too much about thanks to the band of misfits she associates with. And I didn’t get to choose this opponent, instead I had her decided for me, by means of the Rebel Rumble match.
(A small vignette plays of Alexandra Sanders going the distance, last eliminating Mack McKane to win the Nic Powell memorial Rebel Rumble match at Demon’s Run. The camera cuts back to Hawk, who nods.)
Mike Hawk: That’s right… I almost had to fight Mack McKane! I’d be SERIOUSLY fucked then! But luckily, my opponent is not the inventor of McCain Superfries, but instead is the wife of someone I have a long history with… Jonathan Sanders.
(The crowd boos upon mentioning the name.)
Mike Hawk: That’s right. Alexandra is a woman who looked at me and said “Y’know all those interactions with the saddest man on the planet? The physically and emotionally draining ones? The ones that took you to your limit and THEN some? Those weren’t enough.” Seriously, I’ve had 3 1-on-1 matches with SkeleTom Cruise, and that was 4 matches too many! But… I don’t just wanna stand here and talk shit about the “Dark Queen'' and her weird family without her being able to come out here and defend herself!
(He shrugs, motioning to the entrance ramp.)
Mike Hawk: So, uh… Alexandra… if you have some words you’d like to say to me…
(He smirks.)
Mike Hawk: By all means! The floor’s yours!
(The lights go down and “Blow” by Eva Under Fire featuring Spencer Charnas, starts to play. The arena is filled with red lights and fog. The silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. Normally she’d pose, but this time, no, she walked straight down the ramp and slipped into the ring. Standing she took a microphone looking up at Mike Hawk. She starts slowly clapping, looking up at him. Giving him an icy cold stare, one that could kill.)
Alexandra Calaway: Little interaction? Wow, you seem to have the shittiest memory. Let me take you back, all the way to Dishonored. Because maybe you forgot that match. The only reason why you are still holding that, is because I had to prove to myself, that after you and Cleo tried to break me. I’m still the baddest bitch on the block. I’ve won both of the rumbles I’ve been in and guess what? Beating those twenty-nine individuals, some of the greatest talent I’ve ever seen in this industry proves that I am more than capable of ending your pathetic title reign. You want to stand out here in the middle of this ring, running off at the mouth about something you wouldn’t understand. That group you talk about, you might not think that we are much, but we have something you don’t have. A leader, someone who isn’t afraid to take the reins and strike down upon ANYONE who stands in their way. And congratulations, you get to face her once again, this time.. Without the chains that once bound her.
(She shoves him back towards the table set up in the middle of the ring. It’s clear that Alexandra is DONE with his bullshit and tired of seeing him as the champion of PWS: Apex.)
Alexandra Calaway: So, you want to run your mouth about my husband? You want to act as if you have something to prove. Okay, you’ve had three one on one matches with him. I can tell you right now. It’s only going to take ONE match for me to end your reign. So do me a favor would you, Magic Mike? Sit the fuck down and shut the hell up. You speak, when I give you permission to.
(She lunges towards him and he falls back in the chair. She giggles and he looks up at her angry, jumping back up himself. She laughs hard, finding it hard to not do so. He looked so pissed off.)
Alexandra Calaway: Oh no.. what? Did I hurt your feelings? Tell you what, since you want to run your mouth so much and you can’t seem to do it yourself.
(She grabbed the paperwork off the table, pulling it closer, she took the pen and signed it quickly, before turning it around, staring him in the face.)
Alexandra Calaway: Sign it. So I can go do something other than look at you any longer, or we won't have to wait for Destiny. What are you afraid that I might have your number? Sign it!
(Hawk takes the contract from her, then looks at Alexandra, taking his sweet time.)
Mike Hawk: You’re right. We have had a longer interaction in the past. A match, and a damn good one, at that! But that was the old me. The me who… never showed any emotions but “flippant”. The me who thought that every promo needed a joke every few words. That’s why I say we haven’t interacted much. THIS is the version of me that I meant! This is the NEW me, and the new me DOESN'T BACK DOWN!
(He grabs the pen, quickly signing the contract, tossing it onto the table with a smirk on his face.)
Mike Hawk: Y’know, Alexandra, I don’t know what’s funnier. The way you resorted to high school bully tactics, making someone lean too far back in his chair then laughing like a dork about it…
(He pauses for a moment, straightening his title belt.)
Mike: The fact that you really think YOU’RE the leader of ANTITHESIS…
(Another brief pause, as he gets closer to the challenger.)
Mike Hawk: Or that YOU call ME the loudmouth.
(With this, Alexandra slaps the microphone out of Mike’s hand, getting nose to nose with the champion. The two argue back and forth for a few moments, the camera unable to pick up what’s being said. Alexandra goes to turn away and Mike say something causing Alexandra to stop dead in her tracks, turning around she decks him in the mouth with a backhand, which causes him to shake his head, before he grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her face first into the table, right beside the contract they had just signed. He then picks her up and hits The F-Bomb, through the table, before Jonathan Sanders hit’s the ring and slides between them, causing Mike Hawk to quickly exit the ring, with Sander’s chasing him off before turning back to his fallen Queen to check on her. Mike is walking up the ramp backwards, when Alexandra shakes and wipes some blood off her lip, clearly having busted it open on the table. She looks down at the blood on her thumb, she presses it to the paper next to her name. However she is told by Sander’s to remain on the mat until the med crew can come help her.)
Alfonso Banks: Well you could say she signed it in blood, let’s get started Welcome To RIOT!
Singles Match
Jack Edwards vs. El Landerson
(The match starts with Jack on the offense, hitting high-flying springboard moves. Crossbodies, hurricanranas, dropkicks and the like. He throws Landerson into the corner and runs at him, jumping at him, but Landerson moves, causing him to crash and burn! Following up on this, Bit Luchador hops on the turnbuckle, jumping off and somersaulting forward, hopping to his feet as he rebounds off the ropes.)
JR Freeman: El Landerson’s gotta be one of the most impressive athletes on the roster! His sheer speed puts him at an advantage against almost every larger competitor he fights, and his technical prowess puts him at least one par with, if not far surpassing, some of his peers!
Alfonso Banks: …Then why’s he lose so much?
JR Freeman: That just goes to show the incredible calibur of the talent we’ve got on the PWS: Apex roster, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: That’s true, JR, we have some of the greatest professional wrestlers in the world in our midst; Jack Edwards is in good hands!!
(Landerson continues on the offense for a bit, grabbing Jack’s arm in an armbar as he takes the comparatively large man to the mat! Jack reaches for the ropes, not quite able to reach them, but he perseveres and eventually pulls himself forward, just barely grabbing the bottom rope, making the patriarchal Landerson break the hold. El picks up Jack, looking for a spinning heel kick, but Jack grabs his leg and makes him fall to the mat! Jack is now in control of the match, hitting high-flying power moves, some of which are decently innovative, as well as locking in a submission or two.)
(Landerson struggles to get back on top of the match, with Aaliyah cheering him on from ringside, but Jack is too strong of an opponent, sending them both outside the ring. After a count of 5 he rolls Landerson back in, hopping back onto the apron too, looking for a Buckshot Lariat, but Landerson ducks it, hitting a spinning heel kick that sends Jack to the mat! Landerson’s in charge for a bit longer now, hitting a 630 senton from the top rope, as well as a flying headscissors takedown to bring Jack back to the mat. He locks in a few submissions, but nothing seems to stick, but soon the match looks over as he trips Jack onto the ropes!)
JR Freeman: Here we go, he’s looking for the 619!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, this is gonna be good!
(Landerson hits his finisher, looking for the west coast pop, but Jack catches him out of the air, bringing him quickly to the mat in an Anaconda Vice! He wrenches on the hold, Landerson barely able to hold on! He reaches for the nearest rope, but Jack pulls him away from it! Landerson yells, looking over at Aaliyah, who’s banging on the apron rhythmically, with the crowd soon joining in, hitting a rhythm on the barricade! Landerson continues to struggle, elbowing Jack in the head with his free arm, soon making Jack release the hold, but that doesn’t make him any less of the dominant force in the match!)
(Standing El up, Edwards heads to the outside, going over the top rope to get back in and hitting the Buckshot Lariat! He then lifts Landerson up by the mask, pulling him over to the turnbuckle, putting El onto it and getting onto it himself, hitting the EXTREME Twist of Fate! He smirks, going for the pin!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings, and the crowd cheers for the well-fought contest. Jack goes up to Landerson, helping him up. Jack reaches out a hand to shake hands with Landerson, who accepts the handshake and raises the newcomer’s arm. He motions at him and the crowd cheers for the endorsement by the veteran.)
JR Freeman: The crowd’s really getting behind this Jack Edwards guy! I think he has a bright future ahead of him!
Alfonso Banks: I agree! He’s really going to go places, whether it be in PWS or not!
Winner= JACK EDWARDS
Singles Match
Nadia Lawson vs. Corey Bull
(The match starts off with Nadia and Corey across the ring from each other. The referee checks both of them for weapons. Upon finding no weapons the referee calls for the bell and the match begins.)
DING DING DING
(Nadia wastes no time going straight after quarry. The two locked up and Corey uses his strength to overpower Nadia. They go back-and-forth for several minutes neither one getting the true advantage over the other at this point.)
Jr Freeman: Nadia is on fire tonight
(After several minutes of back-and-forth both are showing signs of Exhaustion. Yet neither one is able to keep the other down for too long. Nadia attempts to go to the top rope for a cross body. However, Corey catches her mid air and slammed her down onto his knee and then on to the mat. She crumples to the mat in pain as Cory makes the cover.)
1… 2… kickout!
(Nadia kicked out just before the 3 count. Corey gets to his feet and towers over her menacingly as he suddenly hears a voice echoing through the arena. A familiar voice that catches his attention, causing him to stand up straight and on alert no longer paying attention to Nadia at his feet.)
Alexis Makarios: Oh Cooooooooreeeey…
(He turns his attention to the top of the ramp where seen on the tron is Alexis Makarios holding up the life size mannequin of her that He had. She looks at the doll for a moment before facing the camera looking as if looking out to Corey who was standing in the ring. The look on his face is that of sheer anger.)
Alexis Makarios: Enough is enough, Corey!!! I am sick and tired of you and everything that you've been doing. So this is ME taking matters into MY own hands.
(She holds up her hand to show that she is holding a lighter. She uses her thumb to flick the lighter on and stares at the dancing flame for a couple seconds. She slowly brings the lighter closer to this doll that bears a creepy resemblance to her.)
Alfonso Banks: Ohhhhh I see what she's doing…
Jr Freeman: Corey needs to focus on Nadia… not Alexis!
(Before she can do anything further Nadia quickly grabs Corey from behind and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin. The ref drops to the mat and makes the count.)
1… 2… 3!!!
DING DING DING
(Nadia sits up in the ring pleased with herself. Corey rolls out of the ring and starts making his way up the ramp, no longer caring about anything that just happened. On the screen, Alexis was seen bringing the flame closer and closer to the doll. The show then cuts to a commercial as Cory is heading to the back)
Winner= NADIA LAWSON
(The camera's cut to the back of the arena, where Corey Bulll was charging through the back looking for something. He was shoving past stage hands and anything that was in his way. He gets to the parking lot area where he sees a metal garbage can sitting in the open space, flames blazing out of it. He rushes over to it and reaches in trying to pull out what he could of the doll. When he pulls it out and puts it out, the doll is very charred but it's missing a head.)
Corey Bull: WHERE IS IT!
(From the shadows, a mannequin head with blonde hair gets chucked right at Corey's head. The impact throws him for a loop before he lifts up the head and realizes it's the head from the nadia doll that he had made.)
Alexis Makarios: Looking for THIS?
(Alexis walks out from the shadows towards the fire holding the Alexis dolll in her arms she looks over at Corey before she rips the head off of the doll and throws it on the ground. She then looks at him directly in the eyes before dumping the rest of the doll right into the can. She then picks up the head, Which was very creepy the similarity. She looked at it from back at Corey)
Alexis Makarios: I think I'll keep this as a souvenir … you sick FUCK!
( This was the last straw. Corey gets to his feet and charges right at Alexis spearing her right in the gut right into a car. The car alarm goes off loudly as the 2 continue to fight heavily throughout the parking lot. They slammed into multiple cars, causing multiple dents and window brakes. Several security guards flood the area, multiple at a time holding back each of them. Alexis continues to try to fight 3 of them to get to Corey but they end up overpowering her. At this point a very angry Star Stormz rushes to the parking lot.)
Star Stormz: SERIOUSLY! I swear to God you guys have become a bigger pain in my ass than any Russow ever could. You guys obviously haven't beat the shit out of each other enough yet, so how about this. You guys at Destiny!
Alexis Makarios: HE COMES NEAR ME AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL HIM!
Star Stormz: OK let me put it this way. Out of fairness… next week… Main event. You each pick a rep and whoever rep wins picks the match stipulation. Oh and you each are going to put something personal on the line for if you win as well. Call it a "friendly" wager.
Corey Bull: We like the way you think.
Star Stormz: Shut up, and get them out of here! I've had enough of them for tonight!
(The guards proceed to take Corey and Alexis in separate directions escorting them out of the arena. Star shakes her head and rubs her temples a little bit as she lets out a loud side before walking off camera as well.)
Singles
Gracie Lopez vs Dawn Warren
(As the bell rings the match starts off fast with Gracie shooting from the corner. In a blink of an eye, she has Dawn down on her back with a pin attempt.)
1………..
(Dawn kicks out, but Gracie is still on the attack keeping the girl grounded. But Dawn fights back and does her best to separate the two. Once she feels like she’s done that she slides outside to grab a breather, but there’s no rest in any match involving Gracie. She would fake out Dawn by diving through the ropes that made her fall on her bum.)
Jr Freeman: Gracie’s out here having fun tonight.
Alfonso Banks: I’d assume so, she went through hell with Jack
(Dawn would get up and get back into the ring before locking up with Gracie again. She starts to fight back into the match. It starts to go back and forth between the two women, and at the moment, Dawn is overpowering Gracie. Using the match she had with Jack to attack the weakness. So, she overworks the ribcage area. But Gracie doesn’t give up, she fights back and uses her strength to do so.)
Jr Freeman: Dawn is showing fight here.
Alfonso Banks: I think Gracie playing with her food, you know at any minute she stops Dawn.
(Almost like Alfonso called it, One kick to the face stops Dawn in her tracks. Gracie takes advantage of it and pretty much sucks the life out of any hope that Dawn would fight back. She tries but Gracie is too strong. Gracie hits Dawn with another kick and then her springboard 450 finisher.)
1……
2…….
3!
Winner= GRACIE LOPEZ
Tag Match
Candy & Carmen {Team Bestie} vs The Hellhounds
(Both teams make their entrances, with Candy and Carmen wearing the matching “Team Besties” shirts that Candy had made them, with the pink on black looking surprisingly good on Carmen, and UNsurprisingly good on Candy.)
(The bell rings and the match begins, with Candy in the ring across from Grog. The comparatively larger man tries to get the upper hand, but Candy is too quick for him, hitting a spinning DDT instead! She jumps for joy at getting the first move, and soon she follows up with some fun high-flying moves. She even runs on the top rope at one point, diving off for a hurricanrana! She follows up with an impressive display, before bouncing excitedly over to Carmen, not only slapping her hand for a tag, but following through into almost a secret handshake. Carmen sighs and gets into the ring.)
JR Freeman: Candy sure seems excited.
Alfonso Banks: Well, JR, it is… literally anything, so I’m not surprised!
(Carmen is immediately no-nonsense, hitting a superkick, followed by taking full control of the match, playing around her opponent, ducking between his legs when he tried to pick her up, jumping on the ropes and knocking him to the mat before locking in submission holds, that kind of thing. Grog does look like he may get the upper hand at one point, catching her in midair from a crossbody, but she turns it into a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana instead! She lifts him up, hitting a few more moves, really speeding up the pace of the match. She whips him into their corner, tagging Candy in and prompting the excitable woman to head up to the top turnbuckle. Candy does so and, at the same time, Candy hits a missile dropkick and Carmen hits a superkick, both hitting with enough combined force to drop Grog to the mat and THEN some!)
(With the crowd cheering the impressive display, Carmen walks back into the corner and Candy whips Grog into the opposite corner. Unfortunately for her, that lets Jester tag herself in! She gets into the ring, through the ropes, and comes face-to-face with Candy! Bailey gets nose to nose with Candy, before the Glitter Princess reaches a hand out, booping Bailey’s nose, with an audible “Boop!”, which makes the audience laugh. Jester, confused, lets her guard down, which lets Candy run to the ropes and start hitting her moves! She hits high flying spot after high flying spot, stopping occasionally to hit something flippy on the ground, all the while having a whale of a time! She whips Jester into her and Carmen’s corner, tagging in Rodriguez, before getting down low. Carmen looks confused, but when Candy motions for her to jump on her back Carmen doesn’t think twice! Jumping off her back, they hit Sugar and Spice!)
JR Freeman: SUGAR AND SPICE!
Alfonso Banks: My god, what an incredible display from these two hyper-athletic competitors!
JR Freeman: And… they’re working together a lot better than I think anyone expected!
Alfonso Banks: True, JR. Even Carmen. Hell, I’d even go as far as to say ESPECIALLY Carmen!
(Carmen starts wearing down Jester, hitting some top rope moves mixed with strong mat work, including an Irish Whip into the ropes followed by a belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound. She lifts her opponent off the mat, hitting a vertical suplex, then one more, then… a third! Oda a mi hermano! She goes for the pin!)
ONE!
TW- No! Grog breaks it up!
(Carmen gets up, getting in Grog’s face, but Candy comes to the rescue, running across the ring and dropkicking him out of the ring, before rebounding off the opposite ropes and hitting a suicide dive! Carmen’s now got the perfect opportunity, picking up Jester and kicking at her! She grabs Carmen’s leg, but Carmen follows this up with the Queen of Queens, taking her to the mat! Jester winces, squirming in her grasp, reaching for the ropes, but they’re nowhere in sight!)
JR Freeman: Jester Bailey’s in a tough situation right now!
Alfonso Banks: True that, I wouldn’t want to be in her position right now!
(Carmen pulls harder, and Jester flails in her grasp, trying to hit her, but Carmen kicks her in the face multiple times, finally causing Bailey to tap out! Carmen smirks, releasing the hold after the bell rings, as Candy gets in the ring to join her. Candy, ecstatic, congratulates her partner with a tacklehug, bringing them both to the mat. She lifts Carmen’s arm while they’re still both on the ground, announcing “That’s my bestie! I knew she could do it!”)
JR Freeman: Well, uh… they did it! The unlikely partnership was successful, defeating the already-established tag team!
Alfonso Banks: Established!? Hahahaha… oh wait, you’re serious. Let me laugh even harder AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
Winner= CANDY AND CARMEN RODRIGUEZ (TEAM BESTIES)
As the cameras pan around the arena catching the excitement of the many PWS fans, “Gangstas Paradise” blasts over the PA, as the crowd erupts into cheers, as Cleo Phillips and her hype man Z-Money walk out onto the stage, the crowd singing along to the theme a they make their way down.
“Been spending most our lives, living in a Gangstas Paradise….”
JR Freeman: Well, Cleo mentioned on twitter that she has a major announcement involving her career here tonight, and rumors on what it could be have been running rampant.
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know how I feel about this JR. I’m worried about this.
(Once in the ring, as the crowd as settled down, Cleo takes a moment to look around at the crowd with a smile.)
Cleo Phillips: Chiiiiicaaaaaaagoooooooooo! How we doin’ tonight?
(The crowd cheers in response.)
Cleo Phillips: Good to hear it, so moving on to business. As you can see, I stand before you without the world championship around my waist which means Mike Hawk got one over on ya’ girl once again. I ain’t gonna make no excuses about it. He got me, I didn’t expect Big Mo’ to get involved and yeah, it kinda messed with me, now I’ve exhausted my rematch and must head to the back of the line.
(The crowd boos in response, not liking that.)
Cleo Phillips: Naw, it’s all good. I lost. It’s just how it works. Now, the question is…where do I go from here? What’s next for Cleo Phillips? The truth is…I don’t know. The past couple years has been a crazy ride. I became a World Champion, I was voted Superstar of the year, and I’ve had kids come up to me and call me their hero, their inspiration that there is a better life at the end of the tunnel.
(The crowd claps and cheers in response, giving Cleo a quick “You deserve it.” chant.)
Cleo Phillips: Thank you, thank you. But what I’m going to say next ya’ll may not like so much…I just hope ya’ll understand my decision. I need to go away for a while….
(The crowd boos in response.)
Cleo Phillips: I know…but hear me out. I came to this company on a probationary contract. Which I’m happy to say has been fully served. Now, as much as being here fighting for ya’ll means to me. There’s something I need to do, something I probably would never have had the chance to do if it wasn’t for PWS or for any of ya’ll who have supported me these past few years. I’m gonna take some time off, and I’m gonna go to college.
(That elicits a mixed reaction, fans not wanting her to go but understanding and respecting the decision at the same time.)
Cleo Phillips: I think I’m gonna study to be a veterinarian, or maybe a social worker. Possibly both. But I feel it important to have a backup plan, because honestly…we all need a fallback plan. Suppose something happens, say I get injured. I’m not a Russow, I don’t have a lot to fall back on. I need to think about what happens beyond my wrestling career, and it’s always important to further your education, for a high school dropout like me, it’s even more important.
(The crowd starts into a “Thank you Cleo” chant.)
Cleo Phillips: No, thank YOU. It’s because of ya’ll that I’m even able to do this. I promise you that this isn’t goodbye forever, it’s just goodbye for now. But I WILL be back and when I am, I am going to be smarter, I am going to be refreshed and I am going to be better than I ever was, and I will come ready to…..
(The crowd on cue reacts in unison with a “SET IT OFF!!”)
Cleo Phillips: Keep it real ya’ll!
(She winks, and leaves her ballcap in the ring before exiting up the ramp to Gangsta's Paradise.)
JR Freeman: College. Well as much as we will miss her, education is important and leave it to Cleo to somehow still be inspirational even while taking a leave of absence.
Alfonso Banks: She’s….leaving..but…she can’t!
JR Freeman: She’s a grown woman Alf, she can make her own decisions.
Alfonso Banks: What about Z! Where’s he gonna go?
JR Freeman: I imagine he’s going with her, or perhaps he’ll focus on his music.
Alfonso Banks: But…Cleo….she’s…just..gone.
JR Freeman: For now Alf yes, you’ll be fine. Just imagine how excited you’ll be when she’s back.
Alfonso Banks: *Grumbles*
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: DESTINY
May 27 & 28 - Fenway Park- Boston, MA
Confirmed Matches:
World Title Match
Hell in a Cell
Mike Hawk (C) vs Alexandra Sanders
Card subject to change
Main Event
Singles Match, Non-Title
Alexander Lyons vs Jack Russow
A camera comes up on JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks who are talking about the promotional for Destiny.
JR Freeman: HELL IN A CELL AL!!! SANDERS VS HAWK FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Alfonso Banks: It looks like this is already firing up to be Feud of the Year. Both of these competitors are talented in the ring, but when you put them both in a cage, anything could happen.
JR Freeman: Let’s send it back to the ring, where our colleague Meg Reynolds is waiting to start the main event!
The camera goes back there and we are met with a smiling Meg Reynolds, who brings the microphone to her lips.
Meg Reynolds: And it’s time for your main event. This match will be settled by ONE FALL! Your first competitor, From Brooklyn New York, JACKKK RUSSSOOWWWWWW!!!!
"KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH, AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!"
A sheet of sparks showers from the rafters and "All I Want" by A Day To Remember's chorus blares as a young man walks through and kneels whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist. Then he grabs his hood and flips it up screaming in excitement for the fans who are sending him nothing but love and energy...the second coming of The Russows...young Jack Russow has taken the stage. Without wasting time he makes a beeline for the ring, slides under the rope, runs towards the opposite rope, handspring flips then corkscrews in midair landing on both knees with his arms outstretched smirking into the camera.
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent from Miami Florida, ALEXANDERRRRR LYONSSSSSS!!!!
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. 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: And it’s time for our main event!!!
Alfonso Banks: Jack Russow, The Prince of PWS vs The Feral Prince, Alexander Lyons, one on one.
JR Freeman: Makes you wonder if Anti-Thesis will try to get involved.
Alfonso Banks: After what happened earlier, I don’t think anything like that could happen. It seems like Dionysus isn’t in the building, Alexandra is downed due to that little back and forth between her and Our World Champion Mike Hawk, so I’m pretty sure, Jonathan Sanders is with her right now. We hope to see them back on the show next week, knowing Alexandra she wont let what happened slide.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Jack tosses Alexander into the corner, Alexander fires out, throwing punches at the man over and over, until the two switch and Jack gets him into the ropes, before Alexander delivers a sunset flips him into the middle of the ring. Jack looks like he’s on fire now, getting the crowd behind him. He circles the ring, turning his back to Alexander Lyons, enjoying the fans chanting his name.
“Let’s go Russow.. Lyon’s sucks.. Let’s go Russow, Lyon’s Sucks.”
JR Freeman: The fans are really behind Russow here tonight. It sounds as if..
Before he can speak, Lyons bum rushes Russow from behind and hits him with Greetings from Macedonia and goes for the cover.
Alfonso Banks: Turning his back on Lyons might not have been smart.
1……
2…….
Jack Russow gets his arm up with mere seconds to spare. Jack moves to the turnbuckle and pulls himself back up to a standing state. It was clear that he wasn’t going down without a major fight. He shook his head and the two locked up again, this time, Jack got a bit of the upper hand, hitting Alexander with ripcord ddt, sending him to the mat, before delivering a double stomp to Alexander's back. Alexander grunts in pain before he shoves Jack off him and gets to his feet.
“Let’s go Russow.. Lyon’s sucks.. Let’s go Russow, Lyon’s Sucks.”
JR Freeman: These two men are giving it all they’ve got Al.
Alfonso Banks: It’s Prince vs Prince, but I have a feeling, no matter which way this goes, we haven’t seen the last of these two against each other.
Alexander stares at Jack now, Jack looks him dead in the eyes showing no fear. Alexander runs towards Jack and he sidesteps, sending Lyons into the ropes, when he bounces off Russow shoulder checks him. The two start arguing in the middle of the ring and the referee pulls them apart, before Alexander turns away to power up again, before Jack catches him with a Fortunate Son, sending him to the mat and going for the pin.
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2…….
Alexander gets his arm up just in time. Much to the disappointment of Jack Russow.
JR Freeman: Close fall there for Jack Russow.
Alfonso Banks: He almost had him right there, it was so close.
Jack makes it back to his feet and the two go through a series of moves and holds. Both looking like it could go either way in one more move. Knee strikes into the corner from Alexander, with Jack firing back with his own. All the while the fans really seem to be behind Russow. Russow attempts a climb to the top turnbuckle, no doubt going for November Pain, however Alexander rolls out of the way, kip ups, then turns and goes on the attack, stomping an already wounded Jack Russow to the mat. Jack tries to get to his feet, groggy from that missed 360, and Alexander capitalizes on that moment, hitting him with a Brightroar DDT and covering him.
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3!
Meg Reynolds: Your winner by Pinfall is, ALEXANDER LYONSSSSSS
JR Freeman: This match was close from the start; it could have been anyone’s game.
Alfonso Banks: great now we will never hear the end of Anti-Thesis’s bullshit. I hear that we have one more surprise for everyone, at this time.
Winner= ALEXANDER LYONS
(A beat of silence fills the arena, a small buzz of anticipation radiating through the slightly exhausted crowd after a night of excitement.)
🎵 "A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride" 🎵
(The lights flicker in the arena and a few spotlights hit the entrance ramp - and for the first time in two years, the fans in attendance get to their feet and cheer as the first few chords of this song boom throughout the building. After a few seconds Tyson Sykes pushes his way through the curtains, causing the pop of the crowd to intensify. Sykes stops on the stage, for only a moment, to survey the crowd and the thunderous reaction, trying not to let his face betray his emotions, before continuing to the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Well it's been a slow build JR, the fans have certainly been taking more to Sykes since his return, but I think they were still a little burned and unsure what to think about him. But after everything Jonathan Sanders has put him through, I don't blame them one bit for giving the man an ovation like this.
(Sykes enters the ring before grabbing a microphone, and surveying the fans once more. He pauses, seeming to be selecting his words carefully.)
Tyson Sykes: I want to start this off by setting expectations - not just for all of you but for myself as well, and I want you all to be clear that what I'm going to be saying tonight is nothing but 100% honest. So I want to start by saying what I did at Demons Runs, and what I've been doing since I returned to PWS - I did not do it for any of you.
(This draws a mixed reaction from the crowd, who are now expecting the worst.)
Tyson Sykes: I understand that that may come off as a bit callous and selfish, but it's the truth. Don't get me wrong, even the most jaded of pro wrestlers, whether they want you to love them or hate them, deep down they all have that ideal moment. That one moment where everyone in the arena is happy to see them. That one moment where everything they've worked for, fought for, bled for… is finally appreciated. I didn't expect to have that moment in my career considering the trajectory it's had - so to come out here and have everyone on their feet and, even if just for one single night, cheering for me? Is something that I will never forget, and I mean that. So to allow me to have that moment, I want to truly and genuinely say… Thank you.
(A respectful swell of claps begins again as the crowd begins to understand the message.)
Tyson Sykes: All that said, let's get all the cryptic inserts out of the way and address why I'm really out here tonight. I'm going to do something I've never done in my wrestling career, and I know you've all had a wild night of post pay per view action - but I'm going to ask for just a few more minutes of your time because I think that what I have to say is truly important. I'm going to ask you all to allow me to break the fourth wall, and talk about some things that may not be what you all came here for or expect to hear at a professional sporting event - but again all I ask is for you to hear me out because it'll be everything into context at the end.
(The crowd obliges.)
Tyson Sykes: So in the world of professional wrestling, things can be very black and white. This is a business. Our job is to come out here, entertain all of you, while also looking to win matches to further our own careers. While everyone has their own agendas and means to an end - that's the quick and dirty. The goal is to stand out, get noticed, and capitalize on opportunities given all while walking the fine line of remembering that what we're doing is a sport, is entertainment - but most importantly of all it's a job. And yeah most of us whether we love the fans, hate the fans, make friends in the back or outcast ourselves - we all in some small way do this job because we love this form of art. And at the end of the day, everyone wants to be the best at their art, at their passion… at their job. So you're going to have to ruffle some feathers, make some enemies and yeah - backstab some friends - to make it to the top. I don't question or claim to misunderstand any of that. I have no qualms with it.
What I do take issue with is someone taking advantage of very real, very dangerous aspects of life and manipulating that to further their own agenda. What I do take issue with is someone who has a very real and personal first hand knowledge of something like, oh I don't know, mental health issues - and using that personal experience to cripple others suffering with the same affliction. What I do have a fucking problem with… is a man who claims to be your brother, have your back and your best interest at heart, listening to your real life struggles and trial and tribulations… then going behind your back and using all that as a weapon against you. I have a big fucking problem with that, in fact. Because you see, it's one thing to claim to be your ally. Teams split all the time. It's one thing to claim to be a friend, because friends come and they go. Hell it's even fine to claim to be a brother because nobody fights like family. But to see somebody drowning and spend years telling them they're there to save you, while all the while trying to hold your head under the water… THAT is when this stops becoming about winning matches or achieving goals. That doesn't make you a bad guy, a cool villain or an edgy heel - it makes you a literal cancer that has no true goals of being the best at an art form. That makes you a cowardly, pathetic worm hiding in the dirt and allowing yourself to become so overcome by rage and hate of yourself - that you not only root for others to fail but wriggle your way out of your hole long enough to ensure that they do.
Jonathan Sanders… THAT is what you truly are. You're no martyr. You're a coward who hates themselves and therefore instead of taking the time to try and fix themself - demands the destruction of everybody else. You're the definition of 'if I can't have it, nobody can'. Except there, there's the kicker Jonathan. You don't even truly want 'it'. You see, that's what's so infuriating about you Sanders is… I get it. I really do. Because everything I've said the past two years is true. Life isn't fair, life fucking sucks and some people are born at the top of the hill while others have to crawl their way to the top tooth and nail. I do think you've been handed a shit card in life Jonathan, I always saw that. But what I didn't see, what you blinded me to is the fact that you weren't attempting to change it. You were just looking to weaponize it. You didn't want a solution, you wanted an excuse. An excuse to hide behind the mask of the entitled victim who has risen to be some puppet controlling mastermind. When in reality?
People just enable you Jonathan. They enable you… I enabled you.
But no longer. I no longer see you for anything except what you are. You're not some omnipotent disciple of chaos and justice sent forth to clean the sins of those who've wronged the world. I've called you a lot of things - manipulative, cowardly, opportunistic… But do you know what you are above all else?
You're just another guy. Just another clueless, average human being trying to navigate their way through this absolute bullshit labyrinth that is life. You're not special, you never were… and my brother you never will be. None of us will be. And the last month… I forgot about that. The fact that you're not this arch nemesis that I've built you up to be Jonathan. Even after everything you did to me and my loved ones - and let me say this now… the world may never know exactly what you did Jonathan. Because this isn't a movie or a novel, it's my fucking life and nobody, not these fans, not the dirt sheets, not the boys and girls in the back… nobody is entitled to know the hell you truly put me through. And trust me… trust me when I say that I'll never forget about this.
But… but you don't get to win, Jonathan. And as far as I see it? I only have a few options for how I win. For the last month I've been haunted, plagued with the thoughts of what I wanted - what I NEEDED to do to you for this entire situation to be put behind us. I mean, that's wrestling like I talked about earlier, right? The feud is 'done'. I won. So I should come out here and just… just move on, yeah? Not going to happen. So there goes option A. Option B? I simply end you… Sanders.
(The crowd pops at this, as Sykes stares into the camera.)
Tyson Sykes: Yeah I'll be honest, this was and still is my favorite option personally Jonathan… because that's what you do with a disease, right? You don't ignore it. You kill it. But I know you, and I know that if I allow myself to truly go to that place with you Jonathan… I'll be lost forever. So what does that leave us for Option C? What's the one way I can get back at you for real? The one way I can truly win? It's not by getting over you. It's not by getting revenge on you. Hell, it has nothing to do with you. I don't need to get over it or get revenge, I need… to get better.
I'm sick, Jonathan. You exacerbated it, sure. But you didn't make me this way. I've been sick for a long, long time. And so we come full circle, because as much as I'd love to blame my mental health on you… I know it begins with me… fixing me. I know this isn't going to be a popular decision - but as the old saying goes. You can't get better in the place that made you sick. So, I want to thank each and every one of you who allowed me to do this job, this passion that I do truly, honestly love.
But.
It's time for me to go away for a little while.
Alfonso Banks: Wait what!?
Tyson Sykes: Because that's how I win. I win, by doing something that improves me, Jonathan. And while yeah, I'll be dreaming about crushing your skull like I almost did this past Sunday… but that can't be who I am anymore. I'm not what I was. I'm not what you tried to make me. And if… when I come back? It'll be on my own terms. And I'll be better. Not for you. Not for these people. For my father. For Kayla. For me.
You lose, Jon. You failed.
Emotionally, as the fans are a mix of cheers in respect and boos in disappointment, Sykes twirls the microphone around in his hand as he looks down, avoiding eye contact with the fans. The microphone thuds to the mat, and Sykes exits the ring.
JR Freeman: I truly don't know what to say, Alfonso. I mean, I respect the man for knowing what he needs to do - and what we saw at the PPV did look like a man spiraling out of control. All I can say is I, along with the rest of the PWS wish you a speedy recovery Tyson. Get yourself the help you need and come on back home - we'll all be waiting for you. Thank you for joining us ladies and gentlemen and we'll see you next week on RIOT!
(Sykes gets to the ramp, his head hung the whole time before stopping short of the curtain. Sykes slowly turns, and finally raises his head, surveying the crowd with misty eyes as they now stand and gives Sykes a final standing ovation as the PWS RIOT closing logo flashes onto the bottom corner of the screen. Sykes raises his hand as a salute to the crowd… but before the show can go off the air Tyson is struck in the back of the head with a surprise right hand by Jonathan Sanders!)
JR Freeman: What the-?! Oh NO! No, no, no, what’s HE doing out here?
Alfonso Banks: Looks like he’s saying his goodbyes, JR - in the ONLY way that he knows how!
(Sykes crumbles to the stage, and we see Sanders' knuckles shimmer as he holds a steel chain wrapped around them. Tyson grabs at the back of his now bleeding head before Sanders mounts his back and begins raining down blows with the chain to the back of the skull, busting him open further. Gasps and boos fill the arena and we can even hear Alfonso and JR who have started to leave the announce desk shouting for someone to send help. Sanders finishes his onslaught before standing up, and looking down at his hand covered in Sykes’ blood. His steel-grey eyes are emotionless, his expression oddly numb as he wipes the blood across the white "ANTITHESIS" text on his shirt.)
JR Freeman: This is disgusting, somebody get some help out here!
(On the stage, Sanders tosses the chain aside and slowly pulls a large knife from his pocket, his lips curling very very briefly into the faintest sliver of a smirk before it vanishes again. Again there's shouting, but Sanders quickly moves away from Sykes and leans down toward the edge of the stage area. Making a few quick slashes, Sanders begins to peel up the padding on the entrance way, revealing a patch of concrete. Tyson is attempting to get to his feet by the time Sanders is done, but the Lost Cause grabs him by the neck and drags him over to the concrete patch. With no pause, no emotion, moving almost mechanically, Sanders shoves Tyson's head between his legs and drops him with a piledriver on the cold hard cement! A loud thud of bone meeting concrete echoes through the now-stunned, silent crowd.)
Alfonso Banks: Jesus Christ, this is sickening! I’m not even gonna JOKE about this, JR, I’m fucking horrified!
JR Freeman: That makes two of us, partner…
(Sanders doesn't get back to his feet after finishing the piledriver. Instead, he simply sits, looking down at Tyson… before grabbing him by the head and placing Sykes’ head on his own lap. Sanders slowly picks up his knife he used to cut the padding, and while never breaking his eye contact with Sykes begins to cut a line across his own palm. Blood trickles down the fingers of Sanders as he closes his hand with a wince - before then wiping his own blood across the chest of Tyson - just like he did to himself with Sykes' blood.)
Jonathan Sanders: Will the circle… be unbroken… by and by… by and by? Is a better… home awaiting… in the sky, lord, in the sky?
(Jonathan Sanders sits on the stage with his former partner, friend… brother draped across his lap, cradling Tyson’s head and continuing to softly sing his hymn as the show finally fades to black.)