Post by pwsapexstaff on Jun 6, 2023 13:41:04 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: DESTINY NIGHT ONE
May 27 & 28 - Fenway Park- Boston, MA
“Wicked Ways” by Halestorm fills the arena with sound and the pyros blast off. The crowd goes wild and the fans are excited to see Night 1 of Destiny. We pan into the middle of the ring where Meg Reynolds is standing.
Meg Reynolds: “Welcome everyone to DESTINY: Night 1. Tonight we have the first of two action packed days with EVERY title on the roster being defended! Welcome to the Destiny of our superstars!”
The fans are cheering, holding up signs and wearing merch as we pan down to the announcer table where JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks are sitting at ringside.
JR Freeman: Welcome everyone, I’m JR Freeman.
Alfonso Banks: And I am Alfonso Banks and you are watching PWS: APEX DESTINY NIGHT 1.
JR Freeman: But first a recap of PWS: APEX, Hall of Fame, which happened just a day ago.
Alfonso Banks: We saw Eddie Lopez JR as our Master of Ceremonies. In that opening moment we watched as Star Stormz inducted Dan, Levi, and Jesse Russow. Congrats gentleman, you really left a mark on PWS as a whole and it was an honor to see you finally given a crown you deserve.
The image pops up on the screen for a few moments, before it cuts back to JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.
JR Freeman: Now to the sad part of the Hall of Fame, we said goodbye to the man who made this all possible, Mr. Nic Powell. In what was a shock to no one. We watched as Nic Powell was inducted by both Star Stormz and Levi Russow, two of the people who knew him the best.
Alfonso Banks: Nic Powell you will be missed.
The fans chant for Nic as the image fades back to JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.
JR Freeman: Let’s get started with the action here Alfonso Banks.
Alfonso Banks: First up with have a grudge match. We see the Lost Cause, Jonathan Sanders taking on the man who has been flirting with his wife for months, The Hollywood Hunk, Richard Rider, this one, is sure to be a nail biter. Let’s head down to the ring where our colleague Meg Reynolds is standing by.
SINGLES MATCH
JONATHAN SANDERS vs RICHARD RIDER
"TRAITORS!"
(This one begins with the thunderous sound of Otep Shamaya’s voice, accompanied by the driving guitars and drum beat of “Blood Pigs”, which heralds the arrival of none-other than the resident nihilist of PWS: Apex, “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders. As the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the beat of the song, the former Collateral Damage Champion makes his way out onto the stage, clad in a black ANTITHESIS hoodie and baggy black ring shorts with his signature “Peace and Anarchy” boots. The crowd erupts with a chorus of boos for the violent and iconoclastic performer, who simply sneers back at them.)
JR Freeman: Well, Alf, these fans certainly aren’t shy about letting the Snake of Eden know what they think of him tonight, are they, partner?
Alfonso Banks: They are not at all, JR, and you know what? That makes them FAR braver than I am.
JR Freeman: In fairness, partner, that’s not a very high bar to exceed - no offense, of course.
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely none taken, JR, it is DEFINITELY not!
(Standing on the stage for a long moment, Sanders inhales the resentment of the crowd as a wicked grin blooms across his face, then slowly rolls each wrist - wrapped, as ever, in white tape adorned with red splotches to simulate self-harm wounds - and winces in a combination of pain and pleasure at the act. He then continues down the ramp, grinning his vile and sadistic grin, occasionally threatening to backhand the odd fan who calls out or jeers him.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first - from the End of Everything; weighing in at 185 lbs.; he is “The Messiah of the Damned”, “The Snake of Eden”, “The Impossible Question”, “THE LOST CAUSE” JOOOOOOOOOOONATHAAAAAAAAN SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRS!
(Eventually, the Snake of Eden reaches the base of the ramp, then rolls each shoulder and slowly cracks his neck, shuddering in a DEEPLY uncomfortable manner with the action, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He then, in one smooth motion, rolls up onto his knees in the centre of the mat and strikes the “Baphomet pose” - with his right arm bent and two fingers extended to the sky and his left arm extended straight down, two fingers pointing to the floor. As he does this, the lights flicker VIOLENTLY and a shower of silver sparks rains from the ceiling over the Messiah of the Damned, designed to give the effect of VHS static or white noise. He holds this position for a long moment before popping up to his feet as the shower of sparks abruptly stops, then stalks over to the far side of the ring and tests the ropes with both hands. He then lowers himself to a seated position, Raven-style, in the corner facing the stage to await his unfortunate opponent.)
Alfonso Banks: GOD that guy's unsettling! Call me unprofessional, JR, but I would HATE to be Richard Rider right about now!
JR Freeman: Oh, you're EXTREMELY unprofessional, partner, but that statement has very little to do with it. In fact, I'm inclined to agree. What was Rider THINKING asking for this match?
Alfonso Banks: Probably something like "handsome handsome handsome I’m so handsome, handsome handsome handsome OH WOW A LADY! AWOOGA! BOI-OI-OI-OING!” And then like an old-timey siren sound. At least, I IMAGINE that’s what’s going through his head pretty much constantly.
JR Freeman: You think his eyes bulged out of his head and grew 3 sizes?
Alfonso Banks: I mean, we can only assume!
(As they continue to poke fun at him, the lights abruptly shift and the music changes to the much more upbeat “Sexy and I Know it” by LMFAO, which heralds the arrival of Sanders’ opponent, “Hollywood” Richard Rider himself! The self-described “A-lister” swaggers out onto the stage surrounded by photographers snapping pictures on old-fashioned film cameras. He’s wearing a long faux-fur coat over his ring gear - leaving his well-oiled abs exposed - and poses on the stage to a chorus of cheers and cat-calls from the male-attracted individuals in the audience. The camera goes into slow-motion for this, Rider’s hair blowing in the wind, and the photographers continue to swarm him as he walks down the ramp, spraying copious amounts of hairspray AND spray-tan on himself, before pausing halfway down the ramp to pose for a selfie with a female fan. At this point, the photographers seem to be out of film, and they all rush to the back, leaving Rider alone to chat up the VERY clearly disinterested woman.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent; from Hollywood, Florida; weighing in at 221 lbs.; he is “HOLLYWOOD” RICHAAAAAAARD RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!
Alfonso Banks: Over/under on him getting smacked for this, JR?
JR Freeman: I’d say about a hundred percent, pal.
(This bet appears to pay off, as within literal SECONDS of laying on the alleged “charm”, Rider yipes as her incredibly-buff partner emerges from the crowd and hurls their drink DIRECTLY into the Hollywood Heartthrob’s face, causing him to stumble backwards as the audience guffaws. He shakes it off and continues his trek to the ring, trying to appear unbothered as he slides under the bottom rope, then pops up and poses again as Jonathan Sanders glares DAGGERS through him. He makes no move to stand up, however, as Rider peels himself out of his coat and strikes another pose. The referee then ushers him back to his own corner and goes over the rules before ringing the bell. As the bell rings, Rider rushes the corner, aiming for a running double knee to the prone Sanders, but Jonathan hits the mat like the proverbial snake he is and causes the star to crash and burn. He then rises to his feet in one fluid motion, without using his arms to push himself up, and grabs Richard Rider by the hair.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, I don't like this… Sanders has that LOOK in his eyes again.
JR Freeman: What look?
Alfonso Banks: You know the one, JR! The one that says "I'm going to set fire to a school bus full of puppy orphans and then somehow make you feel like it's YOUR fault that I did it".
JR Freeman: Ohhhh, THAT look!
(Back in the ring, Sanders indeed wears a wicked smirk as he tightens his grip on Richard Rider's hair, then yanks his head back and DRIVES him repeatedly, face first, into the turnbuckle! Jonathan cackles as he does this, managing to get about ten slams in before the referee interposes herself between Sanders and his enemy, trying to reprimand the Outsider as he simply grins at her. Rider writhes on the ground clutching his head, and Sanders - no longer wishing to let this opportunity pass - pushes past the referee to cradle his already-wounded head and then runs towards the ropes, flooring Rider with a Tornado DDT! The referee goes off on him again, but the Lost Cause ignores her as he continues to capitalize on the opportunity by leaping to the top rope and hurling himself off with a 450 Leg Drop.)
JR Freeman: Jesus, that looked rough! That was right on his THROAT!
Alfonso Banks: Honestly? I’m in NO WAY surprised that’s where Jonathan Sanders was aiming for. If the concept of collapsing somebody’s trachea was a human being, it would be Jonathan Sanders.
(As they banter, Sanders goes for a cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
(To apparently even HIS OWN astonishment, Rider gets a shoulder up! Jonathan Sanders looks LIVID as he sits up and glares at the referee, while the Hollywood hunk scrambles towards the ropes, panting heavily and casting terrified backwards glances over his shoulder. Sanders does not argue with the referee’s count, he does not scream or shout or even slap the mat in frustration - he simply rises to his feet and, almost robotically, slides out of the ring after his quarry. Rider’s not having it, however, and he slides back INTO the ring as Sanders follows him. Sanders slides back into the ring, causing Rider to slide OUT, and the pair repeat this a few times before Jonathan Sanders simply smirks and drops to a seat, cross-legged, in the centre of the mat. He locks eyes with his opponent, who is now pacing outside the ring and tugging at his hair, his face running the gamut of emotions.)
Richard Rider: Oh god, what do I do? What do I do?
Alfonso Banks: That’s the million-dollar question, JR! If he goes back IN the ring, he’s dead, but if he stays out here too long…
1!
(The referee begins counting, which causes Richard Rider to visibly jump and let out an odd little yelping noise.)
2!
(Rider is visibly sweating, and pulls a far-too-expensive embroidered handkerchief from inside the crotch of his trousers to begin dabbing at his brow.)
3!
(Sanders grins, waving at Rider from the ring and then flipping his hand over to beckon him inside with one finger.)
4!
(Richard Rider is freaking out on the outside, clearly torn. He glances at the ring, then flinches, then looks up the ramp at the exit, then back at the ring, then out at the fans, then up at the Big Screen to check his hair, then back at the ring again. His face runs through so many emotions - fear, anger, confusion, rage - then ultimately settles on determination.)
5!
(The fans have, oddly enough, rallied around Richard Rider to some extent, and they’ve actually begun chanting for him through this endeavour - much to the surprise of the A-lister himself.)
6!
JR Freeman: I can’t believe this, Alf! It seems like these fans are actually ROOTING for Richard Rider here.
Alfonso Banks: Are they, JR? Or do they just want blood?
7!
(Richard Rider takes a deep breath, empowered by the fans’ belief in him, and slides into the ring, taking a run at full-tilt towards Jonathan Sanders. The Lost Cause bends backwards to avoid a Running Knee Strike attempt, then captures Rider’s leg and throws him to the mat, but the Hollywood Heartthrob actually manages to backflip and land on his feet. The crowd pops as a result of this and pops again as Rider SMACKS Jonathan Sanders in the chin with a stiff kick, sending the Snake of Eden flat on his back. Richard Rider squeals in surprise and glee at this and then follows up on it by nailing Sanders with a Standing Moonsault and then grabbing his legs and falling backwards, locking in a surprisingly-crisp Leglock! The Lost Cause does not struggle in the hold, as ever, and instead just CACKLES, but Rider doesn’t allow this to deter him, inhaling sharply and shouting something about the honour of Lady Alexandra as he wrenches on the hold even harder.)
JR Freeman: Wow, Richard Rider seems VERY determined to win this one tonight.
Alfonso Banks: I’ll take “sentences I never thought I’d hear” for 500, please, Alex.
JR Freeman: Aw, man… I miss Alex Trebek.
Alfonso Banks: We ALL miss Alex Trebek, JR! Anyone who tells you they don’t has no soul!
(Sanders continues to laugh as Rider turns up the pressure, making no moves to escape from the hold and even begging for more and encouraging him to go further. The Hollywood Dick is finally a little perturbed by all of this, so he releases the hold and instead moving to run the ropes, building up a head of steam before he leaps up and NAILS Sanders with a Standing Corkscrew Moonsault! Rider covers now…)
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
(The Hollywood A-lister smacks the mat in frustration and also excitement as Sanders kicks out, grabbing the Horseman of Plague by the hair and lifting him up looking for the Lights, Camera, Action! He flips… but Sanders lands on HIS feet, now, throwing his opponent badly off-balance and following up with a SUPER stiff Shot of Serotonin! Rider hits the mat like a ton of bricks as the crowd erupts with boos, then Sanders sprints into the corner and leaps up to the top rope, firing himself backwards and twisting… TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SOUL! He covers…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! IT’S OVER!
JR Freeman: TOTAL ECLIPSE! TOTAL ECLIPSE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
Alfonso Banks: GodDAMN, JR, he came out of NOWHERE with that one! Where was THIS energy earlier?
JR Freeman: He is a baffling, terrifying man, Alf - it could be this whole thing was a GAME to him, and he just finally got bored.
(Sanders’ lips blossom into a wicked grin as “Blood Pigs” kicks in again, raising himself to a standing position as the referee raises his arm. He glares down at Richard Rider and fires a few more kicks into his ribs for good measure, then drops to his knees to cradle the handsome man’s bloody face in his hands.)
Jonathan Sanders: This is what happens, Rider! This is what happens when you court the Queen of Darkness!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, “THE LOST CAUSE”, JONATHAN SAAAAAAAANDEEEEEEERRRRRRRS!
JR Freeman: Well, Alf, Rider did fight as valiantly as he could, but I think it was just not destined to be tonight.
Alfonso Banks: Or last night. Or the night before. OR the night before THAT. Y’know, you’d think EVENTUALLY he’d finally get the message, eh, partner?
JR Freeman: Never underestimate tenacity, Alf - I think it’s a VIRTUE, not a failing! Richard Rider stood up for something tonight, and even if he lost, he made his values known and went out fighting for what he believed in.
Alfonso Banks: You’re right, JR. The only thing he’s EVER believed in - pussy!
JR Freeman: Alf! I don’t think you can SAY that on TV!
Alfonso Banks: Well fuck ALL the way off with THAT shit, JR, because WE’RE on PAY-PER-VIEW!
JR Freeman: We are indeed, partner, and what a way to kick things off for Night One of what’s sure to be our most intense, amazing show of the year! Stay tuned, folks, there’s PLENTY more to come!
Winner= JONATHAN SANDERS!!!
(The cameras cut to the back where Star Stormz stands proudly next to her fellow staff member, Eddie Lopez Sr.)
Star Stormz: Hello, PWS Universe! I hope you are enjoying Destiny so far! The Hall of Fame ceremony last was beautiful and touching. Thank you, Eddie, for hosting such a beautiful night for all.
Eddie Lopez Sr: It was truly an honor to be a part of it.
Star Stormz: But I bet you are all wondering why we are taking up your time tonight. Consider this a mini "state of the company" announcement.
Eddie Lopez Sr: Over the last several months we have listened to your thoughts, opinions, and suggestions and we have a few announcements to make tonight. First of all, Riot was moved from Tuesday nights to Thursday nights on a trial basis. This has proven to be successful, so Riot will be STAYING on Thursday nights!
Star Stormz: That's right! And with Max Sheppard moving up to an off screen position, helping out at the home office and what not, we do have to replace him on a weekly basis as management. So going forward I will remain the CEO and co-owner, Laura Phoenix is keeping her position as Riot General manager, and my friend Eddie here has been appointed as the new President of Operations for PWS:APEX. This means he will be basically my right hand man moving forward, bringing you guys the entertainment you so crave.
(The fans cheered)
Eddie Lopez Sr: I am honored to take on that position. You won't regret it! I even have my first act as President decided already!
Star Stormz: Oh?
Eddie Lopez Sr: Yup! I've been hearing buzz in the back, and from the fans, regarding our Championships and their defenses. Currently, we only have the titles defended on our PPV events. But I've been hearing that this isn't enough. I've heard it from champions, who want to be seen as defending champions. I've heard it from superstars who feel there is too much of a wait to get a shot at a belt. The fans want to see bigger matches on Riot. So I have a solution!
Star Stormz: I've been hearing it, too.
Eddie Lopez Sr: So, as of tonight, Champions MUST defend their titles at least 1 time between each set of PPVs. We usually have 4 shows between each set, and there is no reason we can't defend these titles more often! This goes for EVERY belt. If you are a champion, be prepared to defend on any given Riot.
(The fans erupted at this news.)
Star Stormz: I think that is perfect! Any complaints can be fielded to Eddie Lopez…
Eddie Lopez Sr: Wait what?
Star Stormz: Back to Destiny!
(Eddie looks at Star confused as the cameras cut.)
PURE TITLE MATCH
PURE RULES MATCH
DEVON RYDER ( C ) vs NADIA LAWSON
("Boss Bitch" By Doja Cat begins to fill the arena with sound. Two guys carry a red carpet out and roll it down the ramp, before stepping out of the view of the camera. Two more guys come by and spread gold flakes on the ramp, before running off out of sight! Nadia Lawson walks out from the tunnel, preparing mentally for her match.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is for the PWS: Apex PUUUUUUUUURRRREEEEE CHAMPIONSHIP!
(Nadia poses, holding her arms out as pyro EXPLODES behind her, the entire arena lighting up like a Christmas tree as each pyro blast goes off. Nadia smirks as she looks at the camera, making a pose like she wants the belt around her waist before she starts walking down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing First, from Detroit, Michigan, She is THE MOTOR CITY MAVEN, NAAAAAAAAAAAAADIAAAAAA… LAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWSOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!
(Nadia continues her way down the ramp, looking around at the crowd as she does, before making her way up the steps, posing on the ring apron once more, soaking in all the cheers and boos from the crowd, as more pyro goes off, this time in the ring. From each turnbuckle, pyro explodes, some of the displays doing little patterns where they criss-cross and meet in the center. She lets the display finish, before slipping into the ring and heading up to each turnbuckle, posing on each one in turn. There’s no pyro for these, but she does then proceed to make the belt motion again for each one. She then stands in the middle of the ring, arms outstretched, as she awaits her opponent.)
JR Freeman: Nadia looks READY tonight! This could be the night of Nadia Lawson!
Alfonso Banks: Phrasing it like that makes it sound like a horror movie, JR, you should be nicer to the Motor City Maven!
JR Freeman: Well, I’m sorry we can’t all have such extraordinary verbiage as you, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, you’d better be!
(The lights go out, as a few somber guitar notes play. After maybe 15 seconds, a beat kicks in and some words start, with a single spotlight being shone on the Pure champion on the stage.)
“You shout it loud, but I can't hear a word you say.
I'm talking loud, not saying much.
I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet.
You shoot me down, but I get up.”
(Devon’s simply in silhouette, his head down, title around his waist, as Meg Reynolds announces him.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent… from the Great White North, weighing 92 kilograms… he is the PWS: Apex PUUUUUUUUUUUUURE CHAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOON… “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNBREEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAKABBBBBLLLLLLLLLE”... DEEEEEEEEVOOOOOOOOOON RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRR!
(A familiar tune plays, but it’s not quite the lyrics we’re used to yet. The lights come on, and Devon Ryder is now illuminated. He’s wearing a black shirt with “I AM” on the front of it written in silver foil lettering, and a cloak with a Canadian Flag on the inside, with a glossy silver outside to match the text on his shirt. He’s also wearing sunglasses with silver frames. His tights are silver to match the ensemble, with little Canadian flags on either thigh. His boots similarly have little flags on them, though the boots themselves are black.)
“I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim.
Fire away, fire away!”
(Devon turns around, completely unfurling the cloak, holding it out to both sides, with it completely stretched to reveal, in solid black lettering, the word “TITANIUM” written across the entire back of it! The crowd chants along with the song, as they know the words.)
“You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium!
I am titanium!”
(Devon smirks upon hearing the crowd chant along, removes his shirt and throws it out into the crowd! He kneels on the stage for a moment, before standing up and mouthing “Let’s Do This!”, walking slowly down the ramp towards Nadia!)
“Cut me down, but it's you who'll have further to fall.
Ghost town and haunted love.
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones.
I'm talking loud, not saying much.”
(Ryder pauses about halfway down the large ramp, posing as red and white pyro goes off behind him! He looks out at the crowd, pointing at a sign that says “Devon Rydes Again”, walking up to the kid who made it and giving him a fist bump.)
“I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim.
Fire away, fire away!”
(Devon steps into the ring through the middle of the ropes, looking at Nadia and giving a knowing nod, before grabbing the cloak he’s in and outstretching it one more time for the chorus of the song, as more fireworks explode from the turnbuckles! The crowd chants along one more time, knowing exactly what the words are.)
“You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won't fall!
I am titanium!
I am titanium!”
(The song dies down and Devon removes the cloak, folding it and placing it in the corner of the ring. An attendant takes it and he audibly thanks them for their hard work, before turning back to Nadia, stretching his neck out as he does.)
JR Freeman: This match is going to be fantastic!
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely, JR, both of these competitors are extremely tough opponents!
JR Freeman: Indeed, Alf, and if either of them can take the opportunity to win, they absolutely will!
(The bell rings and both lovers circle each other like two apex predators, both ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Eventually, one of them does, in the form of Nadia. She grabs Devon and drives him to the mat with a DDT! Not wasting any time, Nadia lifts Devon up by the hair and starts kicking him in the gut. Whipping the Unbreakable Man into the corner, Nadia runs at him, hitting him with a running hip attack! Posing for the crowd as she steps back away, Nadia smirks, before running over and hitting another one! She grabs Devon and drags him to the center of the ring, but before she can do anything he counters with a few stiff gut punches, sending Nadia to the mat!)
JR Freeman: Nadia needs to be careful, Devon Ryder is VERY tough to keep down!
Alfonso Banks: Like Taco Bell!
JR Freeman: Yes, Alf, like Taco Bell.
(The offense from the Canadian Hero continues, with him grabbing Nadia’s arm and locking her in a grapevine armbar. He pulls on the arm, but Nadia is quickly retaliating, elbowing him in the head multiple times to get him to break the hold. She ends up grabbing him in a headlock from the ground, making Devon reach for the ropes, which he manages to grab! Both of them stand up, the crowd cheering for the display of technical prowess both of them have just shown. Nadia cracks her knuckles, with Devon poised and ready to strike.)
(Soon Nadia runs at Devon, hitting a handspring back elbow as she runs at him, making him fall to the mat again! She smirks, picking him up off the mat and hitting the ropes, running back at The Unbreakable Man with a bicycle kick! Nadia immediately goes for the pin.)
ONE!
T- No, a kickout!
(Nadia gets in the referee’s face, giving Devon time to roll out of the ring to recover, which he hastens his pace to do. He stands up with the help of the barricade, but Nadia’s having none of it, noticing what he’s doing. She runs to the opposite ropes, running at him and jumping out, but Ryder moves, making Nadia crash and burn against the audience barricade! He grabs her and immediately slides her into the ring, getting back in himself, before picking her up and hitting a vertical suplex. The Unbreakable Hero then pauses, before lifting her up for a snap powerbomb! He goes for a pin.)
ONE!
T- No, a kickout from the Motor City Maven!
JR Freeman: It looks like Devon Ryder might be a little off his game, he looks kind of lost out there, like Desiree might still be in his head!
Alfonso Banks: I know she’d be in MY head! Yowza! Awooga! Boi-oi-oi-oing!
JR Freeman: I don’t know whether to call you a pervert or an idiot.
Alfonso Banks: HEY! …I can be both!
(Devon stands up, pausing for a second, before attempting to lift Nadia off the mat, but she manages to get him in a roll-up!)
ONE!
TWO!
TH-No!
(Another kickout by Ryder! Nadia grabs Devon’s legs, locking in Motor City Made! She wrenches on the hold, and Devon winces in pain, reaching for the ropes that he simply is not close enough to. He bangs on the mat with both fists, getting the crowd the clap along with him. Devon gets himself off the ground, but soon falls back down, steeling himself. He reaches out, but manages to break the hold, kicking Nadia away as he rolls into the ropes, crawling to the corner and sitting on the turnbuckle.)
(Nadia smirks, running at him, but Devon moves, causing Lawson to hit her leg on the turnbuckle, getting it stuck between the top two parts. She tries to remove it, but Devon takes this moment to stand up, grabbing her leg and pulling it out of the turnbuckle, before using it to trip her to the mat. Once she’s on the mat, he uses her still-gripped leg to lock in a figure 4! He pulls on the hold, but Nadia’s having none of it, managing to slip one of her legs out of the hold and kicking Ryder repeatedly until he finally, mercifully breaks the hold. Rolling out of the ring, Nadia quickly recovers. Devon follows her out, but she’s ready for him, hitting a low blow on Devon! Ryder clutches himself, falling to the floor before being lifted back to his feet by the Motor City Maven, who runs Devon into the turnbuckle from the outside, making him smash his head into it! The ref starts counting them out.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
(Nadia smirks as she lifts Devon back up, but he hits a few back elbows, looking slightly disoriented as he grabs Nadia in a back headlock with his right arm, hitting a few lefts to Nadia’s head!)
SIX!
SEVEN!
(He then releases the headlock, spinning around to the front of her before grabbing her arm and pulling her in for a ripcord scoop powerslam into the apron, but while she’s in the air Nadia reverses into a hurricanrana, sending Devon face-first onto the hardest part of the ring!)
EIGHT!
NINE!
(Nadia, hearing the nine, quickly slides Devon back into the ring, before getting back in herself!)
JR Freeman: Nadia rolled Devon into the ring! She could have won there!
Alfonso Banks: True, but she wouldn’t have won the title! She’s playing smart here!
JR Freeman: Agreed, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Smart, and sexy, and strong, and absolutely FIERCE!
JR Freeman: Oh, Christ…
Alfonso Banks: She could DEFINITELY fold me in half.
JR Freeman: Is this just because Cleo’s not here for you to ogle!?
Alfonso Banks: Well, I mean… not JUST.
(With both competitors in the ring, Nadia’s up first, and she cracks her knuckles. She looks at Devon, who stands up on his own, though the ropes assist him. It’s revealed now that he’s been cut open, presumably by the turnbuckle on the outside. He turns to face Nadia, and she puts a hand out as if going for a test of strength. She speaks, audibly enough for the cameras to hear.)
Nadia Lawson: WRESTLE ME, DEVON!
(Devon looks at her for a moment, then smiles, nodding his head, before taking her hand. The test of strength proves to be a turning point for him, as he uses it to overpower Nadia, flipping her to the ground before, still holding onto her arm, helping her to her feet and pulling her in for a ripcord German Suplex! But that’s not all, as he lifts her up and plants her to the mat with another one, then finally a third, nailing the Three Territories! Devon looks around at the crowd, who’s now chanting his name, before lifting Nadia up for the Strong and Free, but she slips out the back of it before he can hit the move, hitting him with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head, sending him stumbling forwards. He turns around, groggy, and Nadia LIFTS Devon off the ground, nailing him with a powerbomb!)
JR Freeman: Wow, Nadia is TERRIFYINGLY strong!
Alfonso Banks: I, uh… I’m feeling some feelings about that.
JR Freeman: Of course you are. …Well, at least it looks like Ryder’s back on his game!
Alfonso Banks: That’s right, JR! And if Nadia continues to throw him around like this, his game might be “The Weakest Link”!
JR Freeman: Is anyone watching going to know what that is?
Alfonso Banks: …I mean, hopefully SOMEONE!
(Nadia stomps on Devon’s torso a few times, then picks him up. She lifts him off the ground, looking for North of the Border, but Devon rolls out of it, popping up behind Nadia, hitting a Canadian Backbreaker before immediately going into The Canadian Shield! Nadia squirms in the hold, reaching out a couple of times like she’s going to tap, but not actually tapping! She elbows Devon in the head a few times, but it does nothing. She manages to push herself onto her elbows, slowly walking herself to the ropes on all fours, but Devon pulls her back! She tries again, pulling herself closer to the ropes… and she JUST manages to grab one before he can pull her back! Devon releases the hold and Nadia writhes for a moment, crawling to the turnbuckle and sitting down. However, Devon’s got something for this, and he RUNS at Nadia, hitting a running kneestrike on his sitting, cornered opponent! He then lifts her up, climbing onto the turnbuckle and lifting Lawson into a superplex position! He stalls, finally hitting Niagara Falls! He goes for the cover, but Nadia, thinking quickly, rolls him up AGAIN in a small package!)
ONE!
TWO!
THR- No! Ryder gets a hand on the bottom rope!
(Devon smirks, applauding his opponent’s tenacity before lifting her up, only to be met by a gut punch, then another, then another, and finally Nadia grabs Devon, struggling with him as she moves to the back of him, finally hitting a German Suplex on the bigger man. Panting, she grabs his legs, locking in HIS finisher, the Maple Leaf! Devon, nowhere near any ropes, claws at the mat for a moment before looking out at the crowd, the pain visible on his blood-soaked face.)
Crowd: Shoot me down! I won’t fall! I AM TITAAAAAAA-NIIIIIII-UUUUUUMMMMMM!
(Devon struggles, wincing a few times, before pulling himself, slowly and agonizingly, over to the ropes! He reaches for them, but Nadia pulls him back to the center of the ring. Ryder reaches a hand out, but bites his knuckles, using the other hand to drag himself to the ropes again, this time more weakly. He reaches out but Nadia pulls him back again! The crowd starts chanting “De-von! De-von! De-von!” and this inspires him to try one last time, but he’s too weak, and soon goes limp. The referee comes over, lifting his arm up, and it falls. She lifts it again! It falls. She lifts it one more time... He catches it, and, as if acting on pure INSTINCT, grabs the bottom rope, forcing Nadia to release the hold! Nadia stands and Ryder slides out of the ring. Nadia looks around at the crowd, who are all now chanting in unison!)
Crowd: SHOOT ME DOWN! I WON’T FALL! I AM TITAAAAAAA-NIIIIIIIIIII-UUUUUUMMMM! SHOOT ME DOWN! I WON’T FALL! I AM TITAAAAAAA-NIIIIIIIIIII-UUUUUUMMMM!
(Nadia smacks the turnbuckle in frustration, getting in the referee’s face about what just happened. The ref stands up for herself, however, and soon the two are bickering, giving Devon enough time to recover on the outside. Soon he slides back into the ring, hitting Nadia with a stiff dropkick that sends her to the mat, before lifting her and hitting a vertical suplex!)
JR Freeman: I think Devon Ryder’s got his second wind!
Alfonso Banks: You mean he farted?
JR Freeman: How could that POSSIBLY be what I meant?
(The crowd is still chanting for the Canadian Hero as he lifts Nadia up, getting her in position again for the Strong and Free! He staggers a bit, wobbling on his unsteady legs, but he manages to hit it! The crowd goes nuts for their Canadian Hero as he pins Nadia, the ref counting, and the crowd counting along!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings, and “Titanium” begins again. Devon lays on the mat, completely winded, as the referee hands him his Pure championship. He stares at it for a few moments, as if he doesn’t know what just happened, but then holds it triumphantly in the air as the Fenway Park crowd cheers him on! Walking over to Nadia, Devon helps stand her up, raising her arm in the air, mouthing “This is the future of PWS!”.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, and STILL PWS: Apex PURE champion… DEVOOOONNN RYYYDEEEERR!
(Devon rolls out of the ring, holding his belt on one shoulder, walking with a bit of a limp as he makes his way to the back.)
Alfonso Banks: Wow, that was an INTENSE match! Neither of them wanted to give up, but nobody’s EVER kicked out of the Strong and Free!
JR Freeman: That’s true, Alf! I guess that’s why he calls it that, because it’s just that… well, strong!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, if it was called the “Weak and Incarcerated”, that would be a misleading name!
JR Freeman: Well, stay tuned folks, we’ve got more of PWS: Apex DESTINY on the way, don’t go anywhere!
Winner= DEVON RYDER
FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH
ALEXIS MAKARIOS vs COREY BULL
Alfonso Banks: I don’t wanna do this, can’t we cancel this one!?
JR Freeman: You wanna go be the one to tell EITHER of these two they can’t get their hands on each other?
Alfonso Banks: …I guess you’re right. But-
(Suddenly the lights kickout in the arena and there’s a projection on top of everyone’s head to make one giant picture of a Rapidash from Pokemon run around the arena over the tops of everyone’s head until it runs into the solid red screen which sees Moltres’ wings spread and it shrieks as it outstretches it’s wings and massive pyro explodes from every corner of the arena when the image makes it to it as the bird screeches and it quickly folds its wings in to a concentrated red orange colored draped scene on the entrance ramp as it suddenly BURSTS into flame and standing up from the inside, up from the ashes…is a battle ready Alexis Makarios that walks to the ring as “I Like It Heavy” by Halestorm starts blaring as the fans go absolutely wild as Alexis slaps hands before sliding into the ring and jumping up on all four top ropes taunting…as the lights kick out and we hear a thundering roar growing from the distance…)
Alfonso Banks: What’s that sound?
JR Freeman: …O MIOS DIOS! TAKE COVER ALF!
(The announcers manage to barely make it under their desk just as a stampede of living bulls comes tearing out from the back. The fans are protected by the thickest plexiglass available as they eventually clear out leaving a trail of dust behind as ‘New Disease” by Spineshank starts to play and we see a strobe light circle start to pulse from the main stage as suddenly this massive throne passes through out onto the entrance ramp that resembles a full on tank…carried by six behemoths. And standing astride it cracking his neck, looking just like Legion from the game Dead by Daylight as it stops at the end of the ring…Corey unwinds the biker chain from around his neck and throws it into the middle of the ring towards Alexis. He begins to shed his entrance appearance as he steps onto the ring apron. In the ring, Alexis has let the referee attach the collar to her neck as Bull clasps the massive specialized spiked collar around HIS neck as they both look…and see 12 feet of 1” thick biker chain. Alexis is holding onto her collar with both hands like a linebacker resting their arms as the referee shakes his head and rings the bell!)
JR Freeman: And I just feel like we’re about to witness-
Alfonso Banks: Lemme ask you somethin’ JR.
JR Freeman: Uhhh…sure?
Alfonso Banks: Why the HECK, pardon my language, is it with this company and making matches trying to KILL each other!
JR Freeman: It’s not the company this time partner…this was sought out by Alexis Makarios after WEEKS of attacks and humiliations at the hand of Corey Bull. This time…it’s personal.
(In the ring, Corey starts to laugh a little as he wraps the chain around both fists and suddenly YANKS Alexis forward looking for a quick 1-2 combo but Alexis masterfully cartwheels out of the way only to be yanked to the ground by the collar around her neck as Corey yanks her back. When she lands with a thud, she NARROWLY escapes a wisp of the collected chain between them as Corey Bull misses with a massive whip attempt. Alexis rolls over to the bottom rope where a fan hands her a…)
Alfonso Banks: …is that a wiffleball bat with a buzzsaw stuck through it?
JR Freeman: Welp…PWFUCKINS, PARTNER!!!
(Alexis says good enough and swings it as hard as she can at the oncoming Bull as he catches it by the hilt and easily yanks it out of her hand with a massive 12 to 6 chop with the bat, Alexis dodges out of the way just in time again as someone from the crowd tosses her a bag. She looks confused and juggles the bag a couple times before opening it to reveal thumbtacks and broken glass. But where to put you? Bull has antagonized Alexis for so long, there was only option…Alexis walks up to a discombobulated Bull, grabs the front of his pants, pours the entire bag of thumbtacks and broken glass INTO his underwear and in true Aussie spirit she gives a “HEP! HEP!” before taking one leap back and absolutely NFL punting all of those contents into Corey Bull’s groin as everyone screams in fear.)
JR Freeman: OH DIOS MIOS!
Alfonso Banks: The only good thing that can come from that kinda violence is MAYBE Bull won’t be able to reproduce but-
JR Freeman: WOULD YOU STOP!
(Corey does scream in anguish but he only drops to one knee…a hang plunged down the front of his pants reaching for every particle he can get out. Alexis sees her moment and takes a loop of chain herself and whips Bull across the back! Bull screams…but he’s still getting up to his feet! She whips him again and he falls to one knee…but still gets up again! Alexis swings for the fences as Bull sidesteps and polish hammers the fuck out of her. She collapses to the mat with a thud and crawls over towards the bottom rope where she sees a stick of some sort being handed out from the audience. Alexis grabs it and yanks it gratefully into the ring as she swings what turned out to be an aluminum baseball bat absolutely covered in Legos. Corey just ducks as it hits the turnbuckle and explodes!)
JR Freeman: Awww that was EASILY like, 15 hours of work…
(Corey throttles Alexis off the ground and carries her into the corner punishing her with just overhand blow after overhand blow to the chest as she hits the deck…you can see she pulls something out of her boot and as Bull reaches down to try for her, she FLASHES a magician’s fireball in his face! Bull screams at a level we’ve never imagined he could scream before as he ducks covering his face. The fire is long gone…but the memory has definitely remained. Alexis slowly recovers and walks over to him. As she stretches out her hand and a…plunger? A plunger comes flying from the crowd. Alexis winks and has a brilliant idea and as Bull is starting to make his way up, Alexis suction cups the plunger square in the middle of Corey’s shoulders where he can’t reach it. The behemoth reaches behind him frantically trying to remove the rubber still suctioning his skin as Alexis backs up and runs to front dropkick the handle of the plunger with it exploding with a loud “POP!” as Corey Bull screams in a bit of agony as we see the angry blister start to form in the middle of his back.)
JR Freeman: Paging Dr. Pimple Popper!
Alfonso Banks: I’m gonna be sick.
(Corey reaches for his back as Alexis pulls herself up as she stands breathing heavily as she picks up the bat with the buzzsaw in it and takes a massive swing at Bull who throws his arm up to dodge it at the last second as one of the buzzsaw’s teeth sinks into his arm. He doesn’t flinch or even exclaim in pain as he just throttles Alexis and viciously just starts bashing her face into the turnbuckle repeatedly. With more vitriol than a normal attack, Alexis starts to look like the lights aren’t exactly on anymore as Corey pulls her up and throws her into the ropes looking for the Downward Spiral but Alexis majestically floats through and hits a desperation spinning heel kick which clocks Bull in the jaw which staggers him back. He slaps the side of his head twice and screams in bloody murder as he rushes at Alexis who tries to sidestep him but he anticipated it and adjusted course to crash into Alexis at a high speed in the corner with a sickening crack as she falls out of the corner. Corey screams at a man to give him his wallet…the man obliges because…y’know…
…Corey fuckin’ Bull.
He reaches into the card area and pulls out the man’s platinum VISA as he tosses the wallet back to the man. He helps Alexis up…and then shoves the credit card in her mouth.)
Corey Bull: …smile for me.
(Corey rears back and swings for the fences trying to carve a Chelsea Grin into the face of Alexis Makarios who ducks backwards at the last minute, spits the card out, and grabs into her pocket and grabs a handful of Dale Gribble’s trusty, dusty….POCKET SAND!!! Corey turns around and Alexis tries to jump up on Corey’s back for a chokehold but he flips her over and wraps her arms trapping her in the ropes.)
JR Freeman Oh God…that madman has free range now!
Alfonso Banks: Someone’s gotta get Alexis outta this!
(Bull holds out his hand as a scraggly, rough looking young man slithers in the ring and puts a cage in his hand before slithering away. Corey leans down directly into Alexis’ face as he opens the cage…she spits in his face. He laughs as he wipes it away. As the cage door opens, Corey reaches in with reckless abandon and produces by the tail…a deathstalker scorpion.)
JR Freeman: WHAT THE HELL!?
(Bull looks at his little scorpion friend and then back to Alexis.)
Corey Bull: Isn’t he handsome? Go on…give him a kiss!
(Corey holds the scorpions stinger just close enough to Alexis’ upper lip and it only takes a second before the scorpion locks it’s stinger in to Alexis’ upper lip as she screams in agony. Corey then moves on and completes the set letting the scorpion sting her BOTTOM lip as he makes a kissy face at him and puts him back in the cage. Alexis is in absolute Hell on Earth. The excruciating burn would last the rest of the night…but eventually the neurotoxins kick in as Alexis gets very, very light headed…and collapses. Bull calls his minions forth carrying out a coffin with a solid wooden bottom but the sides are made of plexiglass and the top is made of fluorescent light tubes. They bring it into the ring as Alexis staggers around into the Downward Spiral through the light tube ceiling of the casket! But Bull takes a rogue splinter of the lightbulb glass stabbing out of his back as he screams and the referee, with gloves clad, rushes forward and is immediately commanded to remove it. Corey lays across the carnage for the 1-2-
KICKOUT!!!
Corey Bull sits back on his knees and holds his hair as Alexis Makarios just kicked out of the most hellacious Downward Spiral we’ve ever seen. Bull has finally had enough. The unconscious Makarios gets carried over and her arms are wrapped on the outside apron with her legs dangling off the ring like she’s been crucified. Corey steps forward with a crown of barbed wire…as he stabs the barbed wire down on her head as Bull calls for the backup regular casket to be brought forth as he wraps his chain around her throat and makes sure all the fight is gone out of her…the referee has already called for the bell.
WINNER OF THE MATCH - COREY BULL
(As the casket gets closer, Bull unwraps the chain around Alexis’ neck and pulls her down off the sacrificial ropes she was wrapped in as he slings her unconscious body over his shoulder approaching the new casket as he screams for the fans proving he’s the biggest, baddest baddy in PWS:Apex. And to prove what happens to those that stand against him? He calls for the casket to be raised vertically…he takes Alexis down and leans her against the casket snarling something at her before he throttles her, yanks her out of the way and grabs the casket and SWINGS it open!
*CRACK!*
(Corey goes FLYING ass over tea kettle backwards as the fans go from shocked silence to absolute confusion but also a decent sized hero reaction…
…as Slaps McKills…Slappy McGoo…steps out of the coffin.
He undoes the collar around Alexis’ neck before he picks her up and slings her over his shoulder and walks to the back glaring at Bull who hasn’t taken his eyes off Slappy since that headbutt he just kissed him with.)
JR Freeman: For the love of God, what’s on deck next!
Winner= VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE… COREY BULL!!!
NIGHT 1 MAIN EVENT:
UNITED TITLE MATCH
JACK RUSSOW ( C ) vs ALEXANDER LYONS
(The lights go out. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” by The Tokens begins playing.)
“We-de-de-de, De-de-de-de-de, De-we-um-um-a-way.
We-de-de-de, De-de-de-de-de, We-um-um-a-way.
A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh,
A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh.
A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh,
A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh, A Wimoweh.”
(A spotlight illuminates Alexander Lyons in a large cage at the top of the ramp. He snarls at the camera.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWS: APEX UNIIIIIIIIITEEEEEEEEEEED CHAAAAAMPIONSHIIIIIIP!
“In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.
In the jungle, the quiet jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.”
(The song abruptly stops, and after a few seconds, Lyons’ proper theme “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” starts playing, the house lights coming on as it does.)
“The World is a vampire…”
Meg Reynolds: Introducing the challenger, first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the FEEEERAAAAAAAAL PRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINCE… ALEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDEEEEEEEER… LYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNS!
(Lyons KICKS the door of the cage off its hinges. 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 one more time in the ring as more pyros go firing off. The pyro is a HUGE display tonight, as it is Destiny, showing off the impressive technical work of the stage crew.)
(The lights kick out in the arena once more 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 it does, a young man walks through and kneels, whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent… from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 205 pounds, he is the PWS: Apex UNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITEEEEEEEEEEEDDDD CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN… JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK… RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!
(Jack 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. He’s wearing the United Championship around his waist, and it sparkles in the arena lights. Pyro explodes behind him, a beautiful display of blues, silvers, reds and greens. Without wasting any time, the young Russow makes a beeline for the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He runs towards the opposite rope, handspring flips then corkscrews in midair, landing on both knees with his arms outstretched, smirking into the camera.)
(Cracking his knuckles, Jack immediately comes face-to-face with Lyons. The bell rings and, like a viper, The Feral Prince is the first one to strike. He grabs Russow and smashes the youthful man’s face with his knee, sending Jack to the ground! He lifts Jack up, giving a little smirk as he stalls in vertical suplex position, even going so far as to bend his knees, doing little squats as he holds Jack, before hitting the suplex, then backing up, getting ready to hit a running knee! Jack stands, and Lyons hits him with the knee, sending him over the top rope!)
JR Freeman: Jack Russow’s fast, but Alexander Lyons is strong! Both men have their strengths!
Alfonso Banks: True, and both of them are incredibly tenacious! And with a title on the line, I don’t think either of them will be giving up!
JR Freeman: Absolutely not, Alf! Both of them want it just a LITTLE bit more than the other!
Alfonso Banks: That doesn’t make any sense, JR. What kind of MC Escher bullshit is this!?
JR Freeman: I was just trying to properly illustrate in our fans’ minds why both of them are very tough, Alf, cut me some slack!
Alfonso Banks: It’s funnier if I don’t.
(Lyons rebounds off the ropes, diving out of the ring for a suicide plancha, but Jack moves out of the way, causing Alex to crash and burn on the outside! Jack picks him up, hitting a pumphandle cutter onto the floor! The referee begins counting both of them out.)
ONE!
TWO!
(Jack jumps up onto the apron, running and jumping off, hitting a double stomp to the fallen Lyons! Once The Feral Prince stands up, Jack runs back up onto the apron, running onto the ropes and jumping off with a Shining Wizard!)
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
(Jack slides back into the ring, awaiting Lyons, who stirs but doesn’t yet stand.)
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIG-
(And Lyons slides back into the ring! Jack’s right there waiting for him, though, and hits a spinning back elbow, using the brief time that Lyons is dazed by that to run to the ropes, hitting a running guillotine leg drop! He goes for the cover…)
ONE!
(No, Lyons powers out before the two even comes down! Jack picks him up, but Lyons should checks him multiple times in the gut as he stands, running the ropes again! Jack’s ready, though, and bends over to try and flip him over, but Lyons counters with a sunset flip into a powerbomb! He stands, simply kicking Jack multiple times in the head before going for the pin himself!)
ONE!
T-
(No, a kickout from Jack! Both men have kicked out of a pinfall so far, and neither look to be stopping any time soon! Lyons cracks his knuckles, then his neck, before picking Jack up and lifting him to put him in the Tree of Woe, but when Lyons gets close to the turnbuckle he’s given a hurricanrana into it by Jack! Jack slides away between Alex’s legs, before hitting a dropkick into the back of The Feral Prince, sending him to the mat! Jack capitalizes, jumping onto the rope and hitting November Pain! He goes for the pin again, hoping for more success this time.)
ONE!
TWO!
T- No, a kickout!
(Lyons is too tenacious, kicking out of Jack’s second pinfall attempt. Jack nods, helping Lyons up and holding onto the arm, dropping him with a ripcord DDT! He gets up on the turnbuckle, looking for a diving bicycle knee, but as he goes to do the move, Lyons moves, sending Jack crashing knee-first into the mat! Lyons takes this opportunity, grabbing Russow’s arm and pulling him up towards the turnbuckle, which he climbs, then walking along the top rope until finally he’s about in the middle of the top rope, grabbing Jack and hitting a cutter, sending him throat-first into the top rope and sending Lyons out of the ring!)
JR Freeman: Oh, Dios Mio! That looked painful!
Alfonso Banks: I’m told he’s calling that move “The Panhellenist”. I don’t know what that word means, but it makes me sound smart when I say it, so I’m going to start using it in everyday conversations.
JR Freeman: That might not be the best response.
Alfonso Banks: Shut up, you panhellenist asshole!
JR Freeman: My point exactly.
(Lyons smirks, grabbing a chair from under the ring while he’s out there. He slides it into the ring then gets in himself. The referee tries to take the chair from him, but is GRABBED by the legs by an interfering Dionysus! Being pulled out of the ring, the referee is thrown into the ring steps, knocking him out, and Lyons goes to work with the steel chair! He smacks Jack in the head with it, then tosses it to him and dropkicks it into his face! Tossing the chair out of the ring, he encourages Dio to awaken the referee, which he does, sliding the official into the ring as Lyons goes for the pin!)
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO! Jack gets a foot on the ropes!
(Lyons is furious at this rope break, standing up and directly confronting the now-conscious referee, who argues back, pointing out the very obvious foot-on-the-ropes situation.)
JR Freeman: Well, one thing we can say about Jack, he’s certainly showing himself to have the tenacity of Levi!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, that guy was annoying as shit too!
JR Freeman: Can’t you just sit there and enjoy wrestling?
Alfonso Banks: But then I’d have nothing to complain about!
JR Freeman: Oh… no?
(Jack Russow manages to recover while Lyons is arguing with the referee, and has gotten a second wind! He runs the ropes and hits Lyons with a Shoot to Thrill! He lifts Lyons up on his shoulders, hitting a Pumphandle Cutter, following up by rebounding again to hit Jumpin’ Jack Flash! He hits a standing double stomp on Lyons, then picks him up, looking for Cut the Cord, and he gets all of it!)
(However, Jack isn’t done. Just to make sure he’s really got it, he picks Alexander up off the mat once again, bringing him to the turnbuckle, and hitting the move again from the top rope! With Cut the Cord having been hit a second time from a higher altitude, he goes for the cover!)
ONE!
TWO!
…
THRE- NO!
(At the LAST possible second, Alexander has his foot placed just under the bottom rope by Dionysus! Jack looks stunned, like he can’t believe that’s just happened, and stands up to tell the referee what just happened, motioning to the big man on the outside, but Lyons seizes the moment, crawling over to Russow and rolling him up!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings. The crowd is stunned into silence as they have a new United champion. Meg Reynolds takes to the mic, as the referee goes to hand the belt to Lyons, who’s already slid out of the ring and is walking to the back, holding his neck in pain.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW PWS: Apex UNIIIIIIIIIIITEEEEEDDD CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOONNNN… ALEXAAAAANDEEEEERRRRR… LYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!
(Jonathan Sanders makes his way out from the back, meeting with his teammate, smirking his wicked smirk as Alex is handed the belt, still making his way down the ramp as quickly as he can currently move. Sanders raises Lyons’ hand, Dionysus following close behind, with Alexandra making her way out as well, ANTITHESIS posing together on the stage, with the new champion front and center!)
JR Freeman: No, dammit! Jack would have retained the title if it wasn’t for the interference of ANTITHESIS!
Alfonso Banks: Strength in numbers, JR! How many allies does Jack have!?
JR Freeman: A ton! They just didn’t interfere because they figured Jack could win on his own!
Alfonso Banks: Ah, see, that was THEIR mistake.
JR Freeman: You know he knows Mack McKane, right? You might wanna watch what you’re saying!
Alfonso Banks: …Shutting up!
Winner= AND NEEEEEEEW PWS:APEX UNITED CHAMPION… ALEXANDER LYONS!!!
JR Freeman: And that’s night one Ladies and Gentleman, join us tomorrow night for Night 2 of Destiny!!!
Alfonso Banks: Goodnight!!!
The camera fades to black on Lyons celebrating in the middle of the ring with his title.