Post by pwsapexstaff on May 13, 2023 23:10:05 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: Thursday Night Riot!
5/11/23 - Washington, DC - Capital One Arena
(Nadia had been stretching on a box waiting incase she had a chance to wrestle tonight. Granted she wasn’t on the card, but it was always “card subject to change” and you never know. Either way, she was alone in the backstage area when a camera came down the hall following a female down the hall. The woman gets close to Nadia and it causes Nadia to turn around and look at her.)
Nadia Lawson: Can I help you?
(As Nadia turns around, the camera turns with her and reveals the mysterious woman to be none-other than Devon Ryder’s ex-girlfriend, Desiree de La Roche. Desiree sidles up to her with a bit of a swagger, but then adopts a somewhat serious expression. She frowns a soft frown in Nadia’s direction as she speaks.)
Desiree de La Roche: Hello, Nadia. Can we talk?
(Nadia frowns aggressively.)
Nadia Lawson: No the fuck we CAN’T.
(Desiree tries to offer a sympathetic smile.)
Desiree de La Roche: Please? I promise it won’t take long. I know you’re worried about Devon, bu-
(At that, it seems the Motor City Maven’s patience has worn thin. She growls and stands up, towering over the smaller Brazilian woman, then leans into her face to speak.)
Nadia Lawson: FINE. You wanna ‘talk’? How ‘bout we TALK about the fact that you’re comin’ back here tryna WORM your way back into Devon’s life and get in his head about ‘not being a Hero’ or whatever, costing him the biggest match of his career so far!
(Desiree attempts to defend herself, but Nadia continues, getting directly in her face.)
Nadia Lawson: Why don’t we TALK about how you’re manipulating MY man, the man YOU left behind because he couldn’t give you enough attention, into believing he’s anything less than the absolute best at what he does?! Why don’t we talk about the fact that you’re nothing more than a lying, backstabbing, narcissistic WHO-
(Before Nadia can finish her sentence, Desiree’s hand flies through the air and SMACKS her across the face with a deafening “thwack!”)
Desiree de La Roche: How DARE you?! I gave Devon EVERYTHING! It broke my heart to leave him, but we just weren’t compatible - we would have made each other WORSE, not better! But don’t you DARE try to spin this like I’m some evi-
(Now it’s Nadia’s turn to interrupt as she releases a primal yell, grabbing Desiree by the lapels of her sequined dress and TOSSING her through the box that she was sitting on! She then begins to absolutely rain blows down on the Pure Champion’s former love interest, and Desiree manages to get some hands up to defend herself. Before long, the two women are brawling through the backstage section, trading right hands and knees, grabbing each other by the hair and swinging, generally causing havoc and destruction.)
Nadia Lawson: I will NOT let you take my man from me!
Desiree de La Roche: I don’t WANT him! I’m trying to HELP him!
Nadia Lawson: Yeah, right!
(The Motor-City Maven throws a BIG haymaker that rocks Desiree, before grabbing her by the hair and moving to slam her face against a locker room door - a door conveniently marked “PURE CHAMPION - DEVON RYDER”. Before she can follow through, however, Devon throws open the door and rushes out of his private room.)
Devon Ryder: What the fuck?! Nadia?
(He glances at his ex, his eyes widening.)
Devon Ryder: DESIREE?!
(The Unbreakable One throws himself into the fray, separating the two women, who continue to hurl insults and epithets at each other, including a string of Portuguese profanity from Desiree.)
Devon Ryder: Nope! NO! That’s ENOUGH!
(The pair ignore his words and continue trying to push past him to tear into each other, but he intercedes AGAIN and holds the two apart.)
Devon Ryder: I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!
(The two women are still clearly furious, but calm down enough for him to speak. He turns to Desiree first.)
Devon Ryder: Look, I appreciate this, but you shouldn’t have come here. You know how things are between us right now, and you HAD to realize that something like this was inevitable.
(He then turns to look at Nadia.)
Devon Ryder: And Nadia, I understand that you’re upset - truly, I do - but sweetie, she’s a CIVILIAN. She’s not a PART of this life, not anymore, and she’s here as a paying fan on the goodwill of management - THINK about how it looks if she goes home with a black eye because of you!
(Nadia looks at him, square in the eyes, mere inches away from him. Her heart was breaking and he was more worried about how his reputation would look.)
Nadia Lawson: I don’t give a SHIT about that. You are siding with HER. You don’t even care what happens to me.. Or how I feel. You know what.. There’s a way to settle this..
(she takes a deep breath throwing her hands up.)
Nadia Lawson: YOU and ME, for your Pure title.. At DESTINY. What do you say?
(Devon's jaw drops, and it hangs open for a long moment as he processes her words. A thousand different emotions play across his face and cascade through his mind as he reels from the challenge, but ultimately he inhales sharply and nods.)
Devon Ryder: …Okay. Alright. If you think that's what I need - if that's what it TAKES to help me find myself, find US, again - so be it. You want to settle this in the ring? Let's do it!
(Devon turns away in a huff, heading back into his locker room as Nadia goes her own way. The camera holds for just a moment on the face of Desiree de La Roche, who smirks a sly little smirk into the camera and nods approvingly before we cut back to the ring.)
Match 1
Singles
JENNIFER MAKARIOS-LOPEZ vs.MOONDUST
(As the lights come back up and the music dies down, the ref sounds for the bell, and Jenn starts to taung the crowd, as she does Moondust starts attacking Jenn with a kendo stick from out of nowhere!)
Jr Freeman: What the hell is this about?
Alfonso Banks: Well Jenn called him a clown and I guess took offense to it!
(Jenn starts to fight back with the aggressive behavior shown by Moondust, it didn’t take long before the wig and jacket come off, and it’s not Moondust at all! It’s Gracie Lopez dressed AS Moondust! Once Jenn realizes who it is, she tries to escape the ring but Gracie grabs her by the pants and they start brawling with each other! The crowd once they found out who it is starts going nuts, and they’re chanting let them fight as well)
Jr Freeman: That’s Gracie Lopez!
Alfonso Banks: I always knew she was a clown….
Jr Freeman: Stop that.
(They start to fight in the corner before in the back of the shot we see Eddie Sr with more ref’s coming down and since he can’t run much anymore he walks at a brisk pace before getting into the ring with the refs. He grabs Jenn by the back of the neck to get her off his daughter and backs her up. He and Jenn have a shouting match before Gracie pulls herself up and quickly goes for a superkick! But Jenn ducks out of the way and Eddie Sr takes the superkick right in the jaw and down he goes!
Alfonso Banks: Gracie just super kicked her own father! That’s twice she’s done that, last year and now this year!
Jr Freeman: I don’t think she was aiming for him, she was aiming for Jenn.
Alfonso Banks: Well, she missed and he got it right on the kisser.
(During the commotion, Jenn slithers out of the ring before walking backward up the ramp, Gracie and her lock eyes again. You could see Gracie's death glare through the painted face, Jenn would disappear behind the video wall and Gracie would check up on her dad who’s still lying there.)
Jr Freeman: Oh man, I don’t think we’ve heard the last of these two, and they’re gonna tear each other apart!
Alfonso Banks: I have a feeling this will go longer than Destiny, I think we’re just getting started. If you know a Lopez, you know how competitive they are.
Winner= GRACIE LOPEZ
(The cameras cut to the back where Alexandra Sanders was preparing for her match. Richard Rider was standing there with her.)
Richard Rider: So, my dark queen, did you like your flowers? Red and Black Roses. Only the best.
(She smiled at him, remembering how surprised she was to have received them.)
Alexandra Calaway: I loved them very much. Quite the lovely gift to receive. They must have cost you a fortune.
Richard Rider: Spare no expense for a lady such as yourself. They wanted to send PINK roses. Who did they think they were sending them to? Candy?
(Rider leans in towards Alexandra.)
Richard Rider: Now, I'm gonna kiss you again, The rest is up to you.
(As he leans forward, he hears a throat clearing behind him. He pauses and speaks without looking back)
Richard Rider: GO AWAY… grown ups are talking.
(He then feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around quickly)
Richard Rider: DO YOU MIND? I'M TRYING TO…
(As soon as he saw he was face to face with none other than Jonathan Sanders, his entire demeanor instantly changed as he let out a bit of a shriek)
Jonathan Sanders: Richard Rider… did you miss me?
(The Lost Cause grinned a chilling grin, taking great pleasure in Rider’s fear and surprise at his arrival.)
Jonathan Sanders: I really, TRULY thought that you had learned this lesson, Rider, but since it seems you’re as incapable of retaining a THOUGHT as you are a TAN, allow me to reiterate: she is MARRIED, and YOU are unwanted.
(Sanders leaned in closely, a growl in his voice as he spoke, struggling to keep himself contained.)
Jonathan Sanders: Do I make myself clear?
(Rider gulped nervously and looked over at Alexandra. He looked back at Sanders and puffed out his chest a bit)
Richard Rider: My dark queen deserves better than you, emo boy. She deserves to be loved. And worshipped. And respected. And thought of! When was the last time you did any of that for her. She deserves better than you! And I'm willing to fight for her! Uh… at Destiny! Yeah! You and Me at Destiny!
(He was trying to act tough but… it was obvious he was scared to death. Jonathan Sanders’ smirk vanished, and for a moment he glared daggers into Richard Rider, inching ever-closer and puffing out his shoulders… before bursting into a fit of cackling laughter!)
Jonathan Sanders: Oh… you wish to fight ME at Destiny? For “Alexandra’s honour”? Very well, Richard Rider… I ACCEPT!
(His lips bloomed into a wicked grin again and he reared one hand back as if to strike Rider across the face… but instead clapped him on the shoulder, beginning to laugh again as he pushed past the Hollywood Heartthrob to stride away, into ANTITHESIS’ locker room.)
Jonathan Sanders: Best of luck, boy toy.
(Sanders disappeared down the hallway as the cameras zoom in on Rider's face, visibly nervous)
Richard Rider: What the hell did I just do?
Match 2
Singles
ALEXANDER LYONS vs. CASSIE WOLFE
(This one begins in predictably explosive fashion, with both competitors rushing towards each other at full-tilt out of their respective corners. It's Cassie who makes the first move, nailing Lyons with a Satellite Headscissors, but the Feral Prince surprises his opponent AND elicits a begrudging pop from the fans by landing on his feet! The early-going proceeds in very much this manner, with each competitor matching the other's offense and neither really able to gain a solid advantage. This back-and-forth continues for quite some time, with both superstars clearly earning the fans’ respect during the exchange, until Cassie manages to floor Lyons with a Vertical Suplex after rebounding him off the ropes, then follows up immediately with a running Dropkick to his face, sprawling him on the mat! She then climbs to the top, looking for an Air Aussie… but Alexander gets his knees up, knocking the wind out of her sails!)
JR Freeman: Cassie Wolfe, looking for the Air Aussi-NO! Lyons with the knees! That’s GOTTA hurt!
Alfonso Banks: The body AND the pride, JR - it looked like the Rebel Princess might’ve been gaining some momentum at that point!
JR Freeman: Indeed she was, Alf - it remains to be seen whether she’ll be able to get it back.
(And Wolfe fights valiantly to do exactly that, but despite some excellent offense and sheer tenacity - including kicking out of a Lionheart Kick at the last possible moment - it seems that victory simply isn’t in the cards for the Rebel Princess tonight, as Lyons is able to draw on his rage and ferocity to use his height and weight advantage to maximum effect, and bullies his way into holding the high-flyer on the mat. Once she’s there, he uses his superior submissions and mat expertise to work over the joints, finally locking in the Gordian Knot. Cassie Wolfe struggles valiantly against the hold, but Lyons just clamps it on tighter and eventually it’s more than she can take and she’s forced to tap out.)
JR Freeman: Gordian Knot… and there’s the tap! Alexander Lyons puts another one away!
Alfonso Banks: Ohhhh, good, that means we get to see MORE cryptic ANTITHESIS bullshit about predatory animals and gladiators and bible verses. JUST what I wanted!
JR Freeman: Have I ever told you that Sarcasm suits you, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: Uhhh… no? I don’t think so?
JR Freeman: Good. It doesn’t.
(Back in the ring, Lyons yanks his arm away from the referee, then picks up Cassie Wolfe’s fallen frame by the hair and points into the camera lens, shouting audibly.)
Alexander Lyons: You see this, Russow?! THIS is what’s awaiting you at Destiny! HEAR ME ROAR!
(He lets his opponent fall back to the mat, grinning widely as he raises his own hands in victory. Lyons then climbs to the top rope and points to the Destiny sign before making a “title belt” motion around his waist as Riot cuts to the next segment.)
Winner= ALEXANDER LYONS
(Damien is backstage, stretching and preparing for his match when his sister walks up behind him.)
Alexandra Calaway: Hey Damien.
(She places a hand on his shoulder and he turns around, wrapping his arms around his sister.)
Damien Calaway: I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that shit.
Alexandra Calaway: Maybe, there’s some truth to it. Regardless, you are my family and our blood binds us to each other.
(Damien lets his sister go. She nodes and he smiles looking down at her. They both grab their left wrist where a matching tattoo sits on their skin.)
Damien Calaway: Doesn’t give me the right to talk badly about your husband like that. I know you are smart and can make your own decisions, but I’m always going to look out for you.
Alexandra Calaway: I know and I appreciate you for that. And you are right, his obsession with Tyson is.. Strange. I will not disagree with you on that, but we all have our obsessions.
Damien Calaway: I still think he should be there for you, like a good husband should be.
Alexandra Calaway: He’s not your run of the mill, conventional kind of man. He’s not like the other’s I’ve met before.
(She leans against the wall, running her fingers through her hair.)
Damien Calaway: You can say that again, he’s definitely.. different.
(Damien leans on the wall next to her.)
Damien Calaway: Nothing's ever normal with us though.
Alexandra Calaway: Chalk it up to being a Calaway?
Damien Calaway: Yeah. But you are a Sanders now.
Alexandra Calaway: But still a Calaway. Can’t deny or change that. Nor would I want to.
(He nods and they both have a bit of a chuckle about it.)
Alexandra Calaway: You should get ready for the match. I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got my own things to handle.
Damien Calaway: No worries, see you after the show.
(The two high five, Damien walks away, leaving Alexandra standing in the middle of the hall. A darkness starts to close in on her from behind, and just before the screen cuts to black, two big arms can be seen reaching around her. One covering her mouth, the other her waist, pulling her into the darkness as the scene goes back to ringside on JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
Jr Freeman: What just happened to our number one contender for the World Championship?
Alfonso Banks: That’s a scary situation, lord knows what’s going to happen now.
Jr Freeman: Right now we’ve got another match to focus on. Hopefully Alexandra is alright. Our thoughts are with her.
(The scene goes backstage and we see Eddie Sr walking out of the trainer's room after getting checked out by the superkick by his daughter. He’s walking down the hallway toward his office before someone stops him along the way, the person is Carmen Fernandez. While he doesn’t look too happy about what happened, he still has enough time for her…)
Carmen Fernandez: How are you feeling after being superkicked?
Eddie Lopez Sr: How am I feeling?! How the hell do you think I’m feeling…
Carmen Fernandez: I have no idea…
Eddie Lopez Sr: Maybe one day you’ll feel how I feel, but let’s just say there’s a reason why I have a “no touch” rule in my contract…. Anyway, I have a feeling that Gracie found out who attacked her or that she watched the last show. I’m thinking the latter here and she decided to go out there and attack Jenn…. Which isn’t the best idea. We have high security around here because I refuse to let anybody get out of order before Destiny comes. I stand by what I said, I don’t want anybody hurt before then.
Carman Fernandez: So, what’s gonna happen to them?
Eddie Lopez Sr: I could punish them but the idea I have is going to punish them enough….
Carmen Fernandez: Do tell.
Eddie Lopez Sr: I know both of them don’t like to quit and I know Jenn has never tapped out and Gracie only did once, so it’s very hard for them to tap, so I’m thinking this upcoming match will be a submissions match!
Carman Fernandez: Rules?
Eddie Lopez Sr: The match only ends in submission, they can tear each other apart for all I care and it can end out in the streets too, it doesn’t matter to me. They did this to themselves, so that’s their punishment. Now if you excuse me….
(Eddie Sr walks away leaving Carman there for a moment)
Jr Freeman: So wait, a Submissions match for Jenn and Gracie?!
Alfonso Banks: They’re gonna kill each other. Neither of them knows how to tap out or quit that’s not who they are and that’s not how they’re built. So I’m very interested in seeing how this plays out,
Jr Freeman: Me too. I wonder how emotional this match will be for Gracie. I don’t think it can top last year.
Match 3
Singles
JACK EDWARDS vs. RICHARD RIDER
(The match begins with Rider taking a few moments to pose for the crowd, striking several different poses as they boo him. Jack takes advantage of the situation by running at him and hitting a spinning heel kick, before taking the match into his own hands. He hits several impressie high-flying moves, even throwing in a submission or two. He grabs Rider’s arm and locks in a grapevine armbar, wrenching on the hold, but Rider manages to grab the ropes just in time! Jack waits until the count of 4 to break the hold, a smirk coming across his face.)
JR Freeman: Jack Edwards once again showing promise as a tremendously athletic young rising star!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but how many movies has he been in?
JR Freeman: Um… I assume zero.
Alfonso Banks: EXACTLY!
(Jack continues on the offense for a bit, though a stint in the corner is subsequently reversed and Rider takes over. He hits several moves on Jack, but does stop to pose in between almost every single one. This ends up being his downfall, as during one of the poses Jack grabs him and scoops him up for a small package!)
ONE!
TWO!
TH- No, a kickout!
(Rider rolls through and is about to hit a lariat, but Jack ducks underneath it, springboarding off the ropes for a very impressive reverse bulldog, making the crowd pop for the young talent! He mounts the fallen Dick, making immature people watching giggle, before following up with an impressive submission. He keeps up his regular fast pace, springboarding off the ropes to hit a senton bomb, even going to the top rope, hitting some moves off of there, one in each corner! He pins Rider again!)
ONE!
TW- No!
(To Rider’s credit, he kicks out, actually getting a second wind! He runs the ropes, hitting move after move, including a tilt-a-whirl DDT and a springboard diving neckbreaker! Eventually he gets enough momentum behind him that he’s able to hit Lights, Camera, Action! He smirks, posing for the audience again before swaggering over to Edwards and pinning him to the mat!)
ONE!
TWO!
NO, a kickout just before three!
(Rider immediately pops up to argue with the ref about how many movies he’s been in and how he’s a big Hollywood actor, which gives Jack time to roll out of the ring to recover. Richard turns back around, shaking his head and audibly saying “I’m Important!”, before looking around for Jack and noticing he’s on the outside of the ring. He slides out with him, and the referee starts counting!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(Rider hits some punches on Edwards, but Jack responds in kind.)
FOUR!
FIVE!
(Edwards ends up tossing Rider into the audience barricade, heading up to the apron and diving off with a flying crossbody!)
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
(Both competitors are down, but they start to stir! They hop back over the barricade, both running for the ring at the same time!)
NINE!
TE- NO, they both get back into the ring JUST in the nic of time!
JR Freeman: Wow! Both of these men are tenacious! They’re fighters! They’re strong, they’re tough as nails!
Alfonso Banks: I saw Richard Rider struggle to open a can of beets for 61 minutes yesterday.
JR Freeman: Oh my god. …Why didn’t you help him?
Alfonso Banks: I was laughing too hard.
(With both men in the ring, Jack’s back in control again, running up the turnbuckle to hit a reverse DDT, then following that up with some impressive high-flying moves, even jumping off the ropes and stomping on Rider while he’s down! Rider yells, audibly, about how Jack’s messing up his hair, and Jack, in response, intentionally messes up his hair more, even dragging him to his feet by the hair, then to the turnbuckle, before hitting the final Extreme Twist of Fate! He covers the Hollywood Man.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings and Jack’s announced as the winner. He stomps on Rider’s body a few more times for good measure, before leaving the ring with a smirk and looking around at the audience, who’ve got a mixed reaction for the Long Island native!)
JR Freeman: There you have it, folks! Jack Edwards’ undefeated streak continues!
Alfonso Banks: Will anyone beat him!? Nobody can say for sure, but yes, they will!
JR Freeman: I think you need to have more faith in young Edwards! He’s going places!
Alfonso Banks: Maybe, JR. Or maybe he’s a fad!
JR Freeman: Well, I’m of the opinion that it’s the former, but only time will tell for sure, Alf!
Winner= JACK EDWARDS
(Cameras cut backstage to show Star Stormz standing in her office.)
Star Stormz: It's Destiny time once more, and a yearly tradition this time of year is the Hall Of Fame. I know, normally we announce the inductees weeks in advance. But this year… is different. This year, we have a special planned.
(She paused, taking a deep breath)
Star Stormz: this year, our Hall of Fame will be headlined by someone who, while not a wrestler or even on screen, had such a huge impact on PWS:APEX… our fallen friend… Nic Powell.
(She smiled softly)
Stat Stormz: We will also be inducting a special trio, that he believed in with all his heart. The Russow Brothers, Dan, Levi, and Jesse. These three have a long reaching history in PWS. So don't miss out on our Hall of Fame induction ceremony.
(The cameras cut.)
(The cameras cut back from a commercial to show Alexis Makarios standing in the middle of the ring, mic in hand. “I Like It Heavy” faded out. She raised the mic)
Alexis Makarios: Corey Bull… you have signed your death warrant. I am SO SICK of dealing with you! I refuse to be forced to team with you…
(White noise rolls across the screen and suddenly stops on two pairs of heeled shoes. The camera slowly starts to rise as a familiar voice rolls out.)
Bull: Oh Alexis…are you ready to join us?
(The camera still pans up over a black stockings, hitting what seems to be two skirts, one black and one red, as it continues it’s climb.)
Bull: Because once we finish this childish attempt at ignoring who you are…we can bring you into the fold and show you unimaginable power.
(The skirts are held up by belts, black in red and red on black, and continue to rise. It appears that one of the two woman, we hope, are pregnant. The shirts they wear are tank tops, and they say Corey Bulls Greatest fans, the lettering on the pregnant woman’s shirt standing out for all.)
Bull: A true union of our powers is in the future Alexis. Not just as a tag team unit…or a simple group. But as a true pairing. Soon you will see the darkness for what it is and embrace its change. Until then…these two are for you.
(Bulls laughter is slow, dark, and diabolical as the camera rises to reveal two life like dolls of Alexis's sisters, Madison Makarios and Jennifer Makarios-Lopez. The cameras then cut back to Alexis in the ring. Her face has gone both pale and red with rage as her jaw drops.)
Alexis Makarios: IM GOING TO KILL YOU!
(She dropped the mic and rushed backstage.)
JR Freeman: um… I think Alexis is legit gonna kill Corey.
Alfonso Banks: I… wouldn't be surprised.
Match 4
Singles
DAMIEN CALAWAY vs. DIONYSUS
Meg Reynolds: "Please Welcome from Dallas, Texas. The Angel of Death, DAMIEN CALAWAY!!!"
("Welcome to the Chaos" Fame on Fire ft. Spencer Charnas, the arena lights go red and fire shoots out of the ramp. When the fire starts to settle, Damien Calaway is standing in the middle of the top of the ramp. He poses there for a few moments, before he starts to strut down the ramp towards the ring. He makes his way down the ramp and slips under the bottom rope. He stands up and poses in the center of the ring, before smirking and then moving to his corner and waiting for his opponent. Slipping down onto the mat and watching up the ramp from where he sat.)
Meg Reynolds: “Please Welcome from The Asylum, DIONYSUS!!!”
(The lights go out. "Drunken Whaler" begins, displaying the text in white lettering on a black background, each word giving way for the next. Once the first "Way Hey and Up She Rises" begins, a single spotlight turns on, focusing on the Mad God standing at the top of the ramp. His hand is around the back of Alexandra’s neck as he’s forcing her to walk out there with him. Alexandra is clawing at his hand and trying to pull him off her, to break away. Damien is seething in the ring, ready to fight him.)
Damien Calaway: LET HER GO! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!!
(Dionysus laughs and drags her down the ramp and tosses her into the ring. She looks at Damien with tears in her eyes and apologizes. Dionysus climbs into the ring and steps up behind her placing hands on her shoulders. He leans down and whispers something to her, before pointing for her to get out of the ring. She does but stays close.)
DING
DING
DING!!!
(As soon as the bell rings Damien fires out of the corner catching Dio with a clothesline, sending the big man to the mat. As soon as he’s down Damien mounts him and starts punching until he’s seeing red. Dionysus throws him off and goes on the attack, knowing that he was much stronger. Dionysus laughs pointing over at Alexandra who is clearly worried about her little brother.)
Dionysus: She’s one of us.. Deal with it.
Damien Calaway: NEVER.
(Damien tries to fight back and glances over seeing his sister clearly worried about them both. He fires back coming out of the corner hard, going for a suplex. He hits it on Dionysus and Damien goes for a quick cover. The referee sliding into count.)
One
Two
Kickout!
(Dio kicks out with force, pushing Damien off of him. The two go to blows and Alexandra slips into the ring. She tries to get between them, telling them both to stop and when this happens, Damien shakes his head and Dio grabs her, tossing her out of the way, before he and Damien go to blows. The two big men tumble over the top rope and onto the hard floor below. Alexandra scrambles to her feet and looks at the two of them screaming for them to start. The referee starts the count.)
One
Two
Three
(Alexandra slides out of the ring and tries to get them to stop. The two men just go to blows, back up the ramp and onto the top of the ramp. Dionysus throws a stiff punch, Damien responds in kind. )
Four
Five
Six
(The two men are down on their knees. When Dio lifts up Damien, preparing to slam him on the top of the steel ramp. Alexandra runs in front of him, causing him to stop. Damien wiggles out and Dio stalks towards Alexandra, saying something inaudible to her. Damien goes to spear him off of the top of the ramp.)
Seven
Eight
Nine
(Unfortunately, he connects with both, taking all three of them off the stage and onto the hard floor below. The crowd goes wild as medical staff runs out trying to check on all of them.)
TEN..
(The referee calls it and the bell is rung. Med staff starts pulling them off of Alexandra who is buried at the bottom of the pile.)
Meg Reynolds: And this match ends in a double count out, there will be no winner.
Winner= Double count out
The crowds attention is turned to a video on the titantron, cheering when they see former World Champion Cleo Phillips appear on the screen, after a few moments she speaks.
Cleo Phillips: I hope ya’ll are doin’ well. Ya’ girl is doing alright in college. But I’m missin’ everyone that’s for sure. So I thought I’d check in and since we have a big pay per view coming up, I thought I’d give some of my thoughts on the big show.
She pauses for just a moment
Cleo Phillips: So we have Gracie Lopez taking on Jenn in what seems to be a very personal match. Gracie is tough and looking to regian some momentum after the losing a chance to become United Champion, but that look I saw in Jenn on Riot, it was..different, like she had a point to prove, and I think she just might have something up her sleeve, giving her the edge and the win in this match.
She pauses for a moment, before going into the next match.
Cleo Phillips: Corey Bull and Alexis Makarios. This one is going to be a WAR. I can tell you that much. They’ll be chained together with no way to escape. All I can say, is Alexis looks ready to kill and having been in the ring with her multiple times in the past, in both victory and defeat I can say right now…she looks more dangerous than ever. I think Corey might have poked the bear a bit too much so to speak and Alexis is going to end this and be rid of him for good.
She takes a breath and moves right along.
Cleo Phillips: Candy will be defending her Collateral Damage championship in a battle royal against whomever wants in, now Candy IS the champion and she earned that, but is she ready for the unknown? I’m not so sure. This is the type of match I debuted in, open of the Collateral Damage open battle royals and you just don’t know who or what to expect. Something tells me, we’re going to see a new champion crowned, and you never know who might show up, since ANYONE can join.
She winks and grins at the camera.
Cleo Phillips: Naw, it’s no time for that yet. I still gotta do me for now, ya know? Anyway my old pal Devon Ryder is set to defend against an unannounced opponent, however Devon knows the game well, and I think he will in fact walk out still the Pure Champion.
She takes a moment to pause once more.
Cleo Phillips: Jack Russow, defending against Alexander Lyons. Now just because I’m taking a break doesn’t mean I’m not keeping up with my training, and I see Alex at the Lyons Den. He’s been pushing himself harder than I’ve ever seen him. Him and I don’t see eye to eye on much of anything, but something tells me he’s going to do it. Jack’s going to put up a fight, but Alex is going to prove to be too sneaky, and reach his dream of becoming a singles champion….which brings me to our main event.
She smiles a little before moving along.
Cleo Phillips: I’m looking forward to this one, and it should be am absolute war. Mike Hawk is a crafty sunuvabitch who can surprise you in an instant if you let him, but Alexandra is just a different breed of human. I’ve came across some rough people in my lifetime, and I promise you Alexandra would scare a lot of them out of their boots. I know he’s dealt with ANTITHESIS before but this time..I don’t know if he can do it. I kept my fights fair with Michael, but ANTITHESIS doesn’t care. They have the numbers, and Mike hasn’t exactly done himself any favors backstage. I’m not sure he has anyone watching his back in case the numbers get to be too much, and knowing ANTITHESIS they will. I do believe we’re going to have a new World Champion, but I’ve been wrong before and if anyone can pull some sort of trick out their ass, it’s Mike Hawk.
She takes in one last breath, before continuing.
Cleo Phillips: Well, that’s it for me y’all. I’ll be enjoying Destiny like the rest of ya’ll, as a fan. It’s going to be a fantastic show, and I feel a lot of change on the horizon, but until then, ya’ll keep it real, I’ll catch ya on the next one and before long I’ll be back there to SET IT OFF like I always do. One love ya’ll.
She pounds her chest twice, as the scene fades out.
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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
United Title Match
Jack Russow (C) vs Alexander Lyons
Pure Championship Match
Devon Ryder (C) vs Nadia Lawson
Collateral Damage Championship match
Open Challenge
Candy (C) vs anyone who wants in
Fans Bring The Weapons Chain Match
Alexis Makarios vs Corey Bull
Submission Only Match
Special Referee: Crystal Lopez
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez vs Gracie Lopez
Singles Match
Jonathan Sanders vs Richard Rider
Card subject to change[/center]
Match 5
MAIN EVENT
JONATHAN SANDERS vs. JACK RUSSOW
(The camera cuts to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is there, ready to announce the main event!)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for your MAIN EVENT!
(The lights kick out in the arena as a scream fades from soft to loud…)
"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.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first… from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 205 pounds… JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK RUUUUUUUUSSSSSSOOOOOWWWWWW!
(The young man then 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.)
JR Freeman: The youngest Russow, the newest addition from the family into the PWS family, has got his work cut out for him tonight!
Alfonso Banks: You’re goddamn right, JR! Jonathan Sanders is a plague on professional wrestling, and if Jack wants to overcome that plague, he’d better find himself a VERY good doctor!
("Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal".)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is the Lost Cause, the Horseman of Plague, The Snake of Eden, The Messiah of the Damned… JOOOOOONATHAAAAAAAAAANNNNN… SAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSS!
(At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts, a black t-shirt that reads “How Do You Answer An Impossible Question?”, and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape, which has been dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds, before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl.)
(He cracks a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there takes off his shirt and throws it off, directly into the face of an awaiting staff member outside the ring, then makes his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven, looking up defiantly at Jack, as if DARING him to make the first move.)
(The bell rings and Jack does in fact make the first move, picking Sanders up by the hair and hitting a Muay Thai elbow to the Snake of Eden, which makes the latter grin wickedly, before hitting back with a strike of his own. Specifically a roundhouse kick, sending the young Russow to the mat. John then grabs his arm, locking in an armbar, wrenching on it, using the legs for extra leverage. He laughs and kicks him with one foot as he pulls on the hold. Jack reaches for the ropes, but every inch closer he gets is another tightening of the grip by Sanders. Soon Jack fights back, reaching his other hand over and punching Jonathan in the face several times, eventually making The Lost Cause release the hold. Jack rolls through, standing up and landing a surprise superkick on Sanders, making Sanders fall to the mat. Jack lifts John up, planting him to the mat with a pumphandle DDT, quickly going for the cover!)
ON- No, a quick kickout!
Alfonso Banks: Smart strategy by Jack, trying to end this as quickly as possible! If he doesn’t, Sanders’ tenacity, longevity, and brutality will get the better of him!
JR Freeman: Well, keep in mind, Alf, Jack is the younger man of the two, meaning he might have less wear and tear on his body!
Alfonso Banks: Something you don’t seem to get about Jonathan Sanders, JR, is that the wear and tear is what fuels him!
(Sanders is quick to stand, kipping up and hitting a cutter on Jack, running to the ropes and hitting a springboard double stomp to the throat of the youngest Russow. He then continues with the stomps, aiming for the head and the body. He then heads to the turnbuckle, getting up on the top rope, but Jack has since gotten up, and runs over to Sanders, pushing him off the turnbuckle, sending him crashing to the floor outside the ring! As soon as John is up, Jack runs to the ropes, diving out of the ring after him by means of a springboard shining wizard! Both men are down, and the referee starts counting them out of the ring.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
(Russow’s the first one up, picking John up with him, but Sanders is too quickie for the comparatively big man, sliding under his legs and hitting him in the back with a dropkick, sending him into the ring steps!)
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
(Sanders smirks, sending Jack back into the ring and jumping off the ropes from the apron, looking for a springboard crossbody, but Jack steps back, grabbing him by the arm and hitting a ripcord bicycle knee! He then gets down on the mat, looking to do some work while Sanders is down, but John grabs his arm and bites Jack’s fingers! Jack yelps, reaching for the ropes, before the referee starts counting! Sanders, of course, releases it at 4.9, grinning at the ref as Jack falls to the mat, clutching his hand in pain.)
JR Freeman: A very good move there, Sanders is trying to wear down Jack Russow’s arms so he can’t perform his finishers!
Alfonso Banks: And also because he just likes hurting people!
JR Freeman: That too.
(John gets up, heading to the top rope, ready to hit a 630 senton, which connects! He stands up, kicking Jack while he’s down, stomping on each arm in turn with a smile on his face, before dragging him to the center of the ring, pinning him to the mat!)
ONE!
TWO- No, a kickout!
(Jack manages to kick out, but Sanders immediately retakes the offensive, using his position on top of Russow to hit furious rights and lefts! He grabs Jack by the head and elbows him multiple times, even slamming his head into the mat again and again, laughing wickedly the whole time. He alternates among the offense he’s been committing, before Jack grabs his arm, making the crowd start cheering loudly for the young man! He starts fighting back, punching Sanders in the face with multiple rights, soon driving the Snake of Eden off of him! He stands up, managing to grabs Sanders as the latter stands, whipping John into the ropes before hitting him with a Shoot To Thrill! He takes the opportunity, running to the ropes and managing to hit November Pain! He runs over to John, pinning him, and…)
ONE!
…
TWO!
…
NO, Sanders grabs the nearby middle rope!
JR Freeman: Wow, I thought that was gonna be the end of the match for SURE!
Alfonso Banks: Did you really, JR? Or are you just saying that to play up the drama of the moment?
JR Freeman: Alf, we’ve talked about this, that’s a discussion for off-camera!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, sure, JR. “Off-Camera”. I get it. Wink!
JR Freeman: Did you literally just say the word “wink”?
Alfonso Banks: Maybe I did, JR! Wink!
JR Freeman: …You’re an idiot.
(Jack picks John up, whipping him into the turnbuckle, jumping up to the top rope and hitting a springboard bicycle knee into the corner, making Sanders fall to the mat! He lifts Sanders up, but that proves to be a mistake, as Sanders, without the referee seeing, rakes the eyes of Russow! Jack goes down, clutching his eyes, and Sanders runs to the ropes, jumping onto the top one and hitting a moonsault off of it, onto the downed Russow!)
(Sanders jumps off the ropes, hitting a springboard leg drop onto the fallen Russow, aiming specifically for the windpipe, which makes Jack sputter and flail for a moment. John then stomps on Jack’s legs, before going to the top again, looking for the Total Eclipse of the Soul, but Jack moves, sending John crashing and burning to the mat!)
JR Freeman: Jack counters! This could be huge!
Alfonso Banks: Like Honeycomb! It’s big! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
JR Freeman: It’s not small?
Alfonso Banks: No! No! No!
(Jack manages to roll out of the ring, panting as he makes his way to the barricade, using it to help him stand up. Sanders, standing soon after, walks backwards, running to the ropes and diving through them for a Taupe, sending both competitors into the barricade! They’re both out, but Sanders is soon to get back up, lifting Jack up with him! Jack grabs Sanders, though, and uses his strength advantage to push him into the turnbuckle, knocking him down, before picking him up and rolling him into the ring!)
(Jack grabs John, pulling him to his feet, before hitting Smells Like Knee Spirit! He looks around at the crowd, who all cheer him on, before he lifts Sanders up one more time! He lifts him up, dropping the small man down for Cut the Cord! His adrenaline pumping, he immediately goes for the cover, hoping to end the match on a high note!)
ONE!
TWO!
…
…
(The lights go out.)
JR Freeman: What the hell!?
Alfonso Banks: Ooh, spooky!
(“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” starts playing, with the classic tune coming on over the speaker system. The song plays for about a minute, starting on the actual lyrics of the song.)
“In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle,
The Lion Sleeps Tonight…
In the Jungle, the Quiet Jungle,
The Lion Sleeps Tonight…”
(The second round of non-lyrical singing comes up, and the lights come on, with Alexander Lyons standing in the middle of the ring, and the referee knocked unconscious! The audience boos loudly at Lyons, who smirks.)
JR Freeman: No! God dammit, no! Jack had this one in the bag!
Alfonso Banks: That he did, JR! And maybe he still does, but we don’t know what the power of The Tokens is truly capable of!
(Jack stands up, getting in Lyons’ face, but is met with a slap for his troubles. He’s then met with a bit more than that, as The Feral Prince hits a Brightroar DDT! He nudges Sanders, who awakens, and slides out of the ring. Sanders smirks, walking over and tapping the referee, before heading up to the top, finally hitting the Total Eclipse of the Soul! He goes for the cover, and the ref drags his way over to the pair.)
ONE!
…
TWO!
…
THREE!
(The bell rings and “Blood Pigs” starts up again. Sanders looks down at Lyons, who slides into the ring and raises John’s hand, both ANTITHESIS members looking around at the crowd with their particular brand of vicious delight.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Jonathan Sanders!
JR Freeman: That’s hardly fair; he cheated to win!
Alfonso Banks: A win’s a win, JR! As a unit, ANTITHESIS is unstoppable!
JR Freeman: But Jack put up one hell of a fight; if it had stayed one-on-one, he would’ve won that match definitively!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, well, he didn’t, did he?
JR Freeman: Well folks, coming up next, the final segment of the show, we’ll be hearing from the woman who will be fighting for the PWS: Apex WORLD championship, Alexandra Calaway! Stick around for that!
Winner= JONATHAN SANDERS
(The lights go down and "Blow" Eva Under Fire featuring Spencer Charnas, starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp, as Jonathan and the rest of Antithesis as well as her brother Damien, step out behind her and as the beat drops, they start to make their way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face. Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes. The guys join her in the ring and she takes a microphone.)
Alexandra Calaway: There’s been whispers that I was the reason that Mike Hawk’s hair got ruined.. And that I caused him to hit his head on the camera during his promo last week. But you see that’s just not the case.. I mean.. Sure I gave our champion a nice little hair cut. But look at him.. He doesn’t look like the guy who lost the part of Shaggy to Matthew Lillard. He looks like a champion now. But that’s not going to change what I plan on doing to him in the ring at Destiny.
(She starts to pace the ring, thinking about what she’s going to say next. There was so much to think about when it came to Mike Hawk, and it caused her to have a chuckle.)
Alexandra Calaway: You see, I think it’s funny. He’s got this slight obsession with dressing up as my husband and putting on his little dream soap operas. But the thing is, Mike Hawk isn’t going to be the Champion at the end of Destiny. That title.. Was made for me and if he believes he has a fighting chance.. He’d be out here looking me in the face.. Instead, he’s hiding like a little bitchin the backstage area.
(Before she can say another word, Superman Theme, by John Williams starts playing and Alexandra turns to look up at the entrance ramp, the other members of Anti-Thesis slide out of the ring, to stand around it, waiting to see if he comes out of the audience. Instead, he runs down the ramp and slips into the ring, standing toe to toe with Alexandra.)
Mike Hawk: Y’know, Ally, that’s tough talk for someone who had her bitch-boys waiting to ambush me. If you were REALLY ready for this title, you’d be out here alone, ready to fight me one-on-one. Pfft, and you call ME the coward? Who’s really doing the hiding here? And if you think this title was “made” for you… then you’re gonna have to PROVE IT.
(He comes face-to-face with his challenger, as the crowd cheers, encouraging them to fight!)
Mike Hawk: Oh, and… I’m glad my skit spoke to you! You might pretend like you don’t really care that it happened, but… you wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t care, at least a little! You’ve always hated when someone makes even a TINY slight against that pale, gaunt motherfucker you call a hot piece of ass, but the thing you don’t realize is, people do it because it’s just SO GODDAMN EASY! I mean, LOOK at him!
(The camera focuses on Jonathan Sanders, who’s glaring holes through Mike.)
Mike Hawk: And you saw that face and said “Yeah, I’ll hit that”! That’s the second worst decision I've ever seen you make! The first, of course… is challenging me!
(He smirks, lowering the mic but not dropping it, putting a hand on his title as he awaits Alexnadra’s response. The crowd cheers for their champion, the usually mixed reaction significantly less mixed. She brings her microphone back up to her lips, her head reeling at the things he just said.)
Alexandra Calaway: It’s funny that you say that Mike, because it seems like since our first round of matches.. I’ve been living inside that head of yours RENT FUCKING FREE.
(She puts a finger gun up to his forehead before acting like she pulls the trigger.)
Alexandra Calaway: It’s going to be a fucking HONOR to take that title from you. It’s going to be fun, making you bleed to do it. And when I pin your shoulders to the mat, you’ll realize that all of your pathetic life has been building up to this ONE moment in life, where you had it all.. Then had it all taken from you. You want to talk about my family.. It’s funny Mike.. it’s just you and me in the ring right now.
(The members of Anti-Thesis were gone now, as if they had disappeared from ringside.)
Mike Hawk: As it should be! Both now, AND at Destiny! I mean, it took you fuckin’ long enough to face me like the woman you are, but now the crowd will finally get the match they want, and the one they deserve! Me at my best versus you at yours! No bullshit, no shenanigans, no interference, no DQs, just you and me fighting our goddamn HARDEST, showing NO mercy and NO remorse! And when I come out of this match as STILL the PWS: Apex world champion, having done it not just for me, not just for Nic, but for the entire PWS: Apex fanbase… I’ll be sure to raise your hand. Because I know, you’ll put up one hell of a fight. And I’m ready for it!
(Hawk drops the mic, cracking his knuckles as he and Alexandra stare each other down. Alexandra throws her microphone and it hits the mat with a static sound, broken. She stares him down hard, before she steps back and cracks her fist into the side of his face. He retaliates in kind and does the same to her until the two come to blows, neither relenting. The two fight to the ropes and then tumble out over the ropes onto the floor below with Alexandra landing on top of him. She stands up and lets out a primal growl, before seeing him stand up, she goes to spear him into the barricade, however, he drops her with a clothesline, before going back to punching her. The two have exchanges back and forth with the fans cheering until the security comes running down to separate them, with Alexandra and Mike still throwing insults at each other.)