Post by pwsapexstaff on Jul 9, 2023 13:20:42 GMT -5
PWS APEX PRESENTS: Thursday Night Riot 7/6
Wells Fargo Center- Philadelphia PA
BOOM KABOOM-BOOM! BA-BOOM BOOM KABOOM BOOM BANG POPPOPPOP BOO-OOOM! BOWOOM BOOMBOOMBOOM BOOMITY BOOM BOOM KA-BANG BOOM! KABOOOOOOM!
(With a thunderous display of pyrotechnics, PWS: Apex RIOT officially kicks off! We open on a wide shot of the audience, with Starset's "Trials" blaring through the speaker system as our faithful commentators, JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks, welcome us to the broadcast!)
JR Freeman: Hello once again, folks, and welcome to another exciting edition of PWS: Apex Thursday night RIOT! I'm JR Freeman, joined by my broadcast partner Alfonso Banks, and we have a tremendous show for you tonight, including the aftermath from Destiny! Titles changed hands, new champions rose from the ashes, bonds were forged and some were broken, but one thing is for certain: the PWS: Apex landscape will NEVER be the same again!
Alfonso Banks: That's ridiculous, JR - that statement makes no sense! Of COURSE it will be the same, you just need to change how long you're waiting. Check in again tomorrow? Yep! Same as it was today! The day after that? Sure thing, chief! Day after that? Guess what - the same!
JR Freeman: Truly insightful, yet deeply-flawed commentary as always, partner; the landscape may NOT be the same tomorrow, because tonight we have a real treat for you in our main event: the PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Championship WILL be on the line, as the new champion Jack Edwards tests his mettle against PWS: Apex veteran, the unpredictable Miss Puppies!
Alfonso Banks: Oh boy, Miss Puppies is in the building? I always LOVE watching her tittie-uh, I mean, her MATCHES! Yep. Loooove those big, honkin', perfectly-squeezable matches.
JR Freeman: You are a truly disgusting human being, Alf, and I hope that everybody in your life is aware of that fact!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, believe me, pal, they most DEFINITELY are.
JR Freeman: Well, then I suppose that's for the best. Anyway, we won't have to worry about that for quite a while, because we've got a STACKED card leading up to that point, including a match that sees newcomer Britney Tyler facing off with mainstays "The Pink Puppy" Dawn Warren and former PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, Carmen Rodriguez! In addition, we'll hear from the newly-crowned World Champion, "The Dark Queen" Alexandra Sanders, as her ANTITHESIS stable-mate "The Mad God" Dionysus goes one-on-one with "The Rebel Princess" Cassie Wolfe!
Alfonso Banks: Yeesh - good luck with THAT one, Cassie!
JR Freeman: I wouldn't be so quick to write her off, Alf; Cassie Wolfe is tenacious, and she comes from a wrestling dynasty in her own right. But we'll find out later tonight, and right after that we'll also see the newly-minted tag team of Alexis Makarios and Corey Bull as they take on the father-daughter team of the Landersons! Can these two bitter rivals co-exist?
Alfonso Banks: My money's on "no, but at least it'll be hilarious."
JR Freeman: Optimistic as always, partner. But before any of that, we have a PHENOMENAL opener, pitting brand new PWS: Apex United Champion Alexander Lyons against the scion of the legendary Lopez family, Eddie Lopez Jr.! Now this match will be non-title, but you've gotta believe Eddie feels like he has to prove himself against a bona fide champion tonight, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Don't tell me what I have to believe! I don't HAVE to believe anything! …But yes. I think Eddie's got his eyes on a future title shot tonight, JR, and I'm interested to see if he'll be able to do whatever it takes to achieve it.
(As the pair continue to banter, they're suddenly cut off by the sounds of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" as we cut to the entrance ramp for our first contest.)
Singles Match Non title match
Alexander Lyons vs Eddie Lopez Jr
(As the bell rings, Lyons is off to a fast start on Eddie Jr and has control of the match. He tries to pin Lopez quickly but Eddie kicks out before the count even happened. But because of that, it means Eddie Jr faces more punishment from Lyons but Eddie takes it and he starts to fight back! They start to go back and forth here, Lyons is starting to get visibly frustrated because he can’t put EJ away like he hoped he would in a few seconds.)
JR Freeman: Lyons’ plan isn’t going well here, he had planned on ending this match early.
Alfonso Banks: If that’s how he loses this match, he has nobody to blame but himself. You NEVER take a Lopez lightly. I don’t care who you are… Lopez family is crafty and they know how to beat you in different ways. I talk from experience here, I’ve known this family for years.
(Back and forth these two go putting on what seems to be the match of the night, each man are giving the other their biggest moves and yet, still can't put the other away. Lyons starts to get desperate as the match moves on and tries to play dirty but Eddie plays along! Which angers Lyons even more.)
Jr Freeman: Lyons is getting angry by this stuff!
Alfonso Banks: Like I said….Lopez…knows how to play the game. EJ is no different.
(Both men keep going back and forth, the crowd getting into it and cheering both men with every punch they make. Lyons tries to figure out any way he can to beat this “rookie” but every plan he’s thought of doesn’t work, however, Eddie Jr tries to go for a springboard arm drag but Lyon’s catches him and rolls him into a pin!)
1………
2……….
(Lyon’s uses the ropes to his advantage)
3!
Winner= ALEXANDER LYONS
(Scene switches backstage and we see Cameron Fernandez standing by with a microphone in her hand.)
Cameron Fernandez: I’m standing next to someone who lost their match at Destiny, please welcome Jenn Makarios-Lopez!
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: What do you mean I lost? I won! Look, I did something that nobody has done before and I got rid of that bitch.
Cameron Fernandez: Gracie?
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: Yeah. Look she walked around here gloating that nobody could injure her and that nobody can get rid of her and yet…. I’m standing here at the first show back from break, first show back from Destiny and where is she? She’s not here. She’s a hypocrite.
Cameron Fernandez: Hypocrite?!
Jenn Makarios-Lopez; I mean she could at least bring her crippled ass here and show her face to the crowd and say goodbye to them and she can’t even do that. You know what? Who cares, I’m glad she’s gone. I’m glad her knee exploded the way it did. We don’t need people like her wasting roster space. Look, I’ve been hearing about rumors of roster cuts happening and maybe they can cut Gracie, and trim the fat. Get rid of the talentless hacks around here.
Cameron Fernandez: Wait a minute here…..
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: Shhhhh…. If you speak out of line, I’ll tell Storm to cut your job next! But as far as my future goes? No idea, I have unfinished business with a lot of things but it doesn’t involve Gracie. Since she’s gone and never coming back, that chapter is closed for good! Lots of good things are coming for me, and I can’t wait for it to happen.
(Jenn winks towards Cameron before walking off, Cameron looks confused at the wink and wonders why. There are so many questions going on here, and Cameron is trying to figure it out with her poor little brain)
JR Freeman: You know she makes me sick!
Alfonso Banks: JR! How dare you talk about a legend like that.
Jr Freeman: Happy that Gracie got injured and wishing she got fired?! Who the fuck says that about their own kid.
Alfonso Banks: This is a business after all and if you can’t cut the cheese, then get out. We don’t need crippled people roaming around here asking for handouts.
Jr Freeman: I just about had it with you tonight!
Alfonso Banks: Good! I’ll go write your name on the list of people who need to be cut then!
Triple Threat Match
Carmen Rodriguez vs Dawn Warren. Vs Britney Tyler
[I don't know who you are now, Mystery drenches my brain
I want to jump deep into your cloud, Because something tells me it's going to rain.
Out walks Britney Taylor with right arm flexing right bicep as she walks down ringside walks up the steps and hops up over the top rope she does rear lat Spread.
Ain’t it Fun by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn Warren makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring.
"Object Tango (Remix)" Shakira begins to play and the ring announcer steps into the ring. For a moment the music just plays, then it sounds like the record is stuck, before the beat drops and Carmen makes her way out onto the top of the ramp.]
Meg Reynolds: From Tijuana, Mexico... CARMEN RODRIGUEZ-DELGADO!!!!
[Carmen makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands occasionally. She slips under the bottom rope and then up onto the turnbuckle, posing for a few moments, one foot on the top rope, the other on the middle. She puts both on the top and flips off, landing on her feet. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as the three competitors stand in the ring, ready to unleash chaos. The bell rings, signaling the start of the match.]
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a thrilling triple threat match on our hands! Carmen Delgado, Britney Taylor, and Dawn Warren are about to tear the house down!
Alfonso Banks: That's right! All three of these competitors bring unique styles and unpredictable energy to the ring. This match is bound to be explosive!
[Carmen, known for her chaotic nature, wastes no time as she charges at Britney, aiming to catch her off guard. Britney, a newcomer with a lot to prove, quickly ducks and counters with a lightning-fast arm drag, sending Carmen crashing to the mat.]
JR Freeman: Britney Taylor showcasing her agility right out of the gate! She's determined to make a name for herself tonight.
[Meanwhile, Dawn Warren observes the action, biding her time. She spots an opportunity and joins the fray, delivering a brutal knee strike to Britney's midsection. The impact sends Britney reeling, gasping for air.]
Alfonso Banks: Dawn Warren seizing her chance! She knows how to strike when it counts. But wait, here comes Carmen!
[Carmen rises to her feet, unfazed by the earlier setback. With a mischievous grin, she charges at Dawn and delivers a thunderous clothesline, knocking her down. The crowd erupts in both excitement and confusion, unsure of what Carmen's next move will be.]
JR Freeman: Carmen Delgado with a fierce clothesline! She's in her element tonight, reveling in the chaos she's creating.
[With Dawn down, Carmen turns her attention back to Britney, who is starting to regain her composure. Carmen taunts her, goading her to fight back. Britney, fueled by determination, springs to her feet and retaliates with a flurry of rapid strikes.]
Alfonso Banks: Britney Taylor refusing to back down! She's showing incredible resilience against Carmen's unpredictable offense.
[While Carmen and Britney exchange blows, Dawn recovers and sneaks up behind them. Sensing an opportunity, she delivers a devastating double German suplex, leaving both Carmen and Britney sprawled on the mat.]
JR Freeman: Dawn Warren making her presence known! That double German suplex was absolutely brutal. This match is anyone's game!
[Dawn tries to capitalize on her advantage, targeting Carmen with a series of calculated strikes. However, Carmen's chaotic nature comes into play as she counters with unexpected agility, evading Dawn's attacks.]
Alfonso Banks: Carmen Delgado's unorthodox style is a nightmare for her opponents. She's hard to predict and even harder to keep down
.
[As the match intensifies, Carmen and Dawn engage in a heated back-and-forth exchange, each landing impactful strikes. Meanwhile, Britney slowly regains her footing, observing the chaos unfolding in front of her.]
JR Freeman: Britney Taylor seems to be biding her time, strategizing her next move. She's been given a chance to recover, and now she's ready to make her mark.
[Suddenly, Britney charges forward with lightning speed, catching both Carmen and Dawn off guard. She delivers a devastating double clothesline, sending them crashing to the canvas.]
Alfonso Banks: What a comeback by Britney Taylor! She's proven that she's not to be underestimated in this match.
[With Carmen and Dawn down, Britney climbs the turnbuckle, determined to seize the moment. She takes aim and launches herself into the air, executing a picture-perfect shooting star press, connecting with Carmen.]
JR Freeman: Incredible athleticism from Britney Taylor! That shooting star press could seal the deal!
[However, before Britney can make the pinfall, Dawn Warren seizes the opportunity. She strikes Britney with a fierce superkick, catching her off guard and sending her sprawling.]
Alfonso Banks: Dawn Warren making a crucial save! She's determined to stay in this match, refusing to let Britney steal the victory.
[As the match reaches its climax, Carmen, fueled by her chaotic nature, rises to her feet. She senses the opportunity for a triumphant finish. With a devious grin, she taunts the crowd before delivering her husband's signature move, "Max Velocity" The devastating maneuver leaves Dawn Warren incapacitated on the mat.]
JR Freeman: Carmen Delgado with "Max Velocity"! That finishing move is a game-changer. It looks like she's about to secure the victory!
[Carmen makes the pinfall, and the referee counts to three.]
Referee: One! Two! Three!
[The bell rings, signaling Carmen's victory.]
Alfonso Banks: And there you have it, folks! Carmen Delgado comes out on top in this chaotic triple threat match. She embraced the chaos and emerged victorious.
[The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and awe at the display of skill and unpredictable nature of the match.]
Jr Freeman: What a spectacle! These three competitors left it all in the ring tonight. Carmen Delgado proved once again why she's a force to be reckoned with.
[As Carmen celebrates her hard-fought victory, the camera pans out, capturing the energy and excitement in the arena.]
Winner= CARMEN RODRIGUEZ
(The cameras cut to the back where Collateral Damage Champion Jack Edwards was walking down the hall. As Jack momentarily enters his dressing room to make himself ready for his main event match he is interrupted by a stagehand.)
Stagehand: Excuse me Jack?
Jack Edwards: Who in Marie Antoinette's left tit are you? Security!
Stagehand: I’m Gerald. I’m one of the stagehands. I work directly for Miss Stormz…
(Jack pauses for a moment, pulls out, and lights a cigarette as he proceeds to take a seat. )
Jack Edwards: Oh the French popcorn fart herself. How is she? I haven’t seen or heard from her since I signed on the dotted line.
Gerald: She’s a very busy woman, which is why she sent me to come get you. She wants you to look over some paperwork so she can pay out your bonus for winning the title.
Jack Edwards: Oh lucky me.
(Jack stands up leaving his title laying on his couch, and proceeds to act dramatically.)
Jack Edwards: The princess of PWS doth request mine presence. Please, oh please fair squire lead the way.
(Jack exits his locker room following behind Gerald, again leaving his title behind in plain view.)
**The words “FIVE MINUTES LATER” pan across the screen*
(Jack is heading back to his locker room, a check in his hand and a smirk on his face. He stops dead in his tracks when he hears sounds coming from inside his locker room. He slowly peeks in the door to see an adorable toddler, recognized instantly by any PWS fan as Ruby Cage- the daughter of Marcus Cage and Candy. But she wasn’t alone, both Fluffy the pomeranian and Hero the Pomsky were with her. She was sitting on the ground holding on to one end of the CD title, while the larger dog, Hero, tugged on the other. Ruby giggled with joy as she played tug-o-war with the pooch, much to the dismay of Jack.)
Jack: What in the actual fuck do you think you’re doing in here you little shit? Also you have exactly zero point three seconds to explain to me why you and your little fuzzy slipper excuse for a dog are playing tug of war (Jack instantly begins yelling at Ruby) WITH MY FUCKING TITLE!
(At the sound of the yelling, the toddler drops the belt to the ground and her little bottom lip begins to quiver. Both Hero and Fluffy turn towards Jack and take a defensive stand towards him, growling and baring their teeth as he takes a step towards Ruby. Ruby, the poor little soul, begins to cry as she sits on the floor. This doesn’t affect Jack, however.)
Jack Edwards: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE? WHERE IS YOUR IDIOT MOTHER AND YOUR CLOWN OF A FATHER!?!
(The yelling only makes Ruby cry louder)
Jack Edwards: Cry, cry, cry as loud as you can you little runt no one ever came to my rescue when I cried so no one is going to come to save you now.
(Jack grabs Ruby by the arm, and forces her to stand up and look into his cold, dead, eyes as an eerie smile begins to form on his face. The instant he reaches for Ruby, Hero and Fluffy both start biting at his ankles to protect her.)
Jack Edwards:(yelling) You dirty little shits get the fuck off of me.
(Ruby’s cry has grown to a wail as a VERY angry Candy comes rushing in the door and scoops up her child, holding her near her chest, as she swings her free hand and open palm SLAPS Jack as hard as she can.)
Candy: DON'T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER EVER AGAIN!!!
(As Candy is yelling at him, Fluffy begins to unleash a stream of urine directly on his feet.)
Jack Edwards: See now you dumb bitch, you just fucked up.
(Candy looked at him, madder than she has ever been in her life.)
Candy: You are nothing but a big ole bully! Picking on an innocent child!!!
(She turned her focus to Ruby, who was still crying.)
Candy: Mommy turned her back for one second to grab a drink and you ran off? You can’t do that, baby.
(She looked back at Jack and the kindness in her voice was gone… a thing that was unheard of!)
Candy: You are the biggest meanie head! Ya know, I wasn’t gonna take my rematch right away… but after this.. You bet your butt I’m taking my rematch! And I’m gonna take back my title cuz you smell like rotten pickles you big ole jerkface who is as ugly as a BUTT!
Jack Edwards: I think it’s about time our play time ended Candy, and it’s apparent just in one interaction that people, and animals for that matter that get between us, well they get hurt. So I suggest this one match winner takes the title obviously, but since you, and your brat barged into my domain well what say we go a little deeper? How about Candy invoking her rematch versus Jack Edwards in a little match I like to call a “ Taipei Death Match”.
Candy: That match is stupid! Let’s have a Glitterbomb match instead!
Jack Edwards (angrily): Listen here you air headed troglodyte, your bastard daughter came into my room trying to steal my title we are no longer playing by your rules. No, you're in my fun house now.
(Jack regains his composure as he walks over to Fluffy, and grabs her by the scruff of her neck then proceeds to walk back closer to the window of his dressing room.)
Jack Edwards: So here’s your ultimatum: Candy we play by my rules, or Fluffy takes a leap of faith from this lovely three story building, and not for nothing last I checked dogs well they can’t fly.
(Jack lets a wide grin come back across his face waiting for Candy’s response. Her face has gone from pure anger to fear.)
Candy: Fine! We can have your silly tie-dye match! Just don’t hurt Fluffy!!!
Jack Edwards: Good girl, time to pull up the big girl panties you Hall Of Fame has been. This is my division now.
(Jack closes the window, and tosses Fluffy back to Candy.)
Jack Edwards: Oh and one last thing there sparkle tits. It’s called Tai-pei.
(Jack reaches into his pocket, pulls out a handful of broken glass shards, and throws them in Candy’s face as the cameras cut to a commercial.)
Singles Match
Cassie Wolfe vs Dionysus
(As anybody might expect, this one is pretty one-sided right out of the gate. Cassie puts up a valiant effort as the bell rings, charging towards the monster Dionysus… but she collides with a Big Boot like a brick wall, sending her sprawling. From here, the Mad God takes control of the match and pretty much doesn't relinquish it, throwing Cassie around like a ragdoll - in the ring, outside of the ring, even pressing her clear over the ropes in a demonstration of his power. The crowd is not shy about letting the ANTITHESIS giant know how they disapprove of his actions, but he simply sneers at them in response.)
JR Freeman: This is sickening! Somebody needs to stop this!
Alfonso Banks: Tell ya what, JR - if YOU want to get in there and tell Dionysus to stop, you be my guest.
(The crowd continues to boo wildly as Dionysus lifts Cassie into the Torture Rack to complete his Shock Therapy signature move, then covers…)
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! CASSIE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
(The audience ERUPTS with thunderous applause as the Rebel Princess kicks out, and Dionysus slaps the mat in frustration! He grabs the younger Wolfe by her hair and moves to lift her up again… but Cassie counters with a surprise Hurricanrana! Thus begins the beloved babyface's comeback, as she uses her speed and ingenuity to duck out of range of the giant and break him down with hit-and-run strikes. The crowd's support seems to spur Cassandra onward, as she fights through the visible pain to keep the heat on Dionysus, culminating in the Greenest Wizard followed up by an Air Aussie 450 Splash for a cover of Cassie's own now…)
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO! DIONYSUS POWERS OUT!
JR Freeman: Air Aussie! Air Aussie! I thought for SURE this one was over!
Alfonso Banks: I wish I shared your optimism, JR, but we have SEEN how much it takes to put down Dionysus!
JR Freeman: Indeed we have, partner, and I can only hope that Cassie Wolfe will have that much to give tonight.
(The audience certainly seems to share that hope, as they boo viciously after Dionysus' kickout, but the Mad God pays them no attention as he returns to his feet. The final third of this match proves FAR more even than it began, with Dionysus trying to exact revenge on Cassie Wolfe but the Rebel Princess refusing to stay down, kicking out or squirming away from even his most aggressive and powerful offense, all while responding with her own attacks in kind. Ultimately it is the Mad God's fury that will win the day, however, as an attempt at The Coronation meets with two powerful knees, and the giant stands back up to lift Cassie onto his shoulders and plant her on the mat with the Rusty Cleaver! He covers once again…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
JR Freeman: RUSTY CLEAVER! NO, DAMMIT, NOT LIKE THIS! KICK OUT, CASSIE!
Alfonso Banks: And that's three! Like it or not, JR, this one is over.
JR Freeman: You know what, Alf? I objectively DON'T like it. But Cassie Wolfe fought valiantly tonight; I don't think anybody here can say she didn't prove her mettle in that ring. Could be we'll see a rematch in the Rebel Princess' future.
Alfonso Banks: For HER sake, JR, I hope she never even has to SMELL Dionysus again for the rest of her career. He probably smells like… I don't know, bad lasagna? Kinda ran outta steam on that one.
(Back in the ring, Dionysus yanks his arm away from the referee, raising both of his to a chorus of boos as he simply cackles, basking in the audience's hatred as we cut to the next segment.)
Winner= DIONYSUS
"What, to a slave, is the Fourth of July?"
(As Riot returns from commercial break, we are greeted by a familiar voice-over - that of the promotion's own self-described "Canadian Hero", "Unbreakable" Devon Ryder. As the image fades into view, we can see Le Meilleur Du Monde himself, seated on a luxurious cloth sofa in a high-rise apartment building overlooking the city of Ottawa. Smoke fills the air from the raging wildfires wreaking havoc across the province, and Devon's face wears a scowl befitting the situation. As he turns his gaze towards the camera, however, his lips curl into a mocking smirk.)
Devon Ryder: Hello, America. Did you have a good holiday?
(His smirk slowly vanishes as he pauses to allow for the boos he knows that he'll be getting. Once a sufficient span has passed for them to fade, the Pure Champion resumes speaking.)
Devon Ryder: I sincerely hope so. I ALSO sincerely hope that WHILE you were celebrating, WHILE you were drinking and feasting on flesh and torturing your pets with fireworks, you stopped to take a moment to REMEMBER the REASON your nation currently exists. The indigenous folks you SLAUGHTERED to put your country on the map - the millions of human beings you ABDUCTED and forced into LITERAL SLAVERY to build your economy on their gnarled, broken backs! I HOPE, deeply and truly in my heart, that you spared a THOUGHT for the denizens of the Global South, who suffer and die in sweatshops just so YOU can watch TikTok on your iPhones!
(Another pause here, and Devon's expression has shifted to one of deep, impassioned anger, his brows knitting as he sits forward in his seat, glaring into the camera with a quiet, smoldering intensity.)
Devon Ryder: But I know that my country is no better. Three days ago it was your Independence Day, but three days before THAT was our 'Canada Day' - and I could not be more disgusted with the 'celebration'. Yes, my government paid lip service to our nation's checkered background - to the literal and cultural genocides of which we are guilty - but that is all they have EVER done. Lip service. Putting a band-aid on the problem. While our COUNTRY IS ON FIRE, they called on us to 'celebrate the future we're building'. I have SEEN Canada's future - and it is a climate. Catastrophe.
(Another pause, and Devon inhales sharply, clearly trying to calm himself and refocus his thoughts.)
Devon Ryder: Clearly, I am not here to praise 'Canada' today. I am here to speak on behalf of the citizens of Turtle Island - to use MY platform, one which is so often denied to THEM, to signal boost their voices and make it CLEAR that our countries built on suffering and exploitation have NOTHING to truly celebrate at all!
(Devon pauses here, breathing deeply to calm himself.)
Devon Ryder: But I am not the one who should be speaking out about these issues. My job is to be an ally to the disenfranchised, not to speak over them. To that end, I will take up no more of your time - I'll leave the rest of what must be said to someone who has LIVED this experience herself - the incomparable Motor City Maven, my partner Nadia Lawson.
(Devon turns his gaze to his left, as the camera pans over to reveal the Motor City Maven, seated next to Devon in a bright orange halter top and matching leggings. A smile crosses her face and she leans up a little, looking into the camera.)
Nadia Lawson: You see, THIS is the future of the nation we live in, death, destruction, and a great purging. It was clear on our vacation that we were forgotten. Two of your BEST talents gave you one hell of a show before the break and.. Now we aren’t being booked. An oversight I’m sure, at least it had better be. You see, the entire state of our nation is.. Damaged, broken and in a way, dead.
(She smiles over at Devon and then back at the camera.)
Nadia Lawson: You see, this country has been on a downward spiral, just like this company. But we, my dear partner and I, we can save you. Isn’t that right?
(Devon flashes his signature grin towards his partner, and then into the camera.)
Devon Ryder: Absolutely. After all… isn't that what Heroes do?
(With that, the sounds of the Guess Who's "American Woman" strike up to play them off as we fade to black.)
Tag Team Match
Alexis Makarios and Corey Bull vs El Landerson and Aaliyah Landerson
(The match starts off with Bull and El Landerson in the ring against each other. Bull uses his size advantage to keep Landerson on the ground, not allowing him to take advantage of his speed and high flying skills. Alexis stays in her corner, watching on unamused by her partner in the ring.)
JR Freeman: Alexis is clearly not happy about this match.
Alfonso Banks: What was your first clue?
(Bull takes Landerson down and reaches out for a tag from Alexis. She takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh before tagging in. She goes right to town on Landerson, not allowing him a moment to recover what so ever. As she keeps the pressure on, cameras zoom in on Bull who is smirking enjoying every second.)
Alfonso Banks: Corey has that sick look in his eyes.
JR Freeman: He is enjoying watching Alexis do what she does best.
(She takes down Landerson with a hard DDT to the mat. She drops for a pin but Aaliyah rushes in to break it up. Bull runs in and grabs Aaliyah, tossing her out of the ring. Alexis wastes no time locking in the Aussie Lock and applying as much pressure as she can, enjoying listening to Landerson scream in pain.)
JR Freeman: He won’t last long in that hold!
Alfonso Banks: HE’S GONNA TAP LIKE A BITCH! WATCH!
(After a few seconds, Landerson has no choice but to tap out, signaling for the bell)
DING DING DING
(As soon as the bell rings, Alexis drops the hold and gets to her feet. Bull slithers in the ring and tries to raise her hand in victory, but she pulls her hand away and glares at Bull for a second before sliding out of the ring as the show cuts to a commercial.)
Winner= ALEXIS MAKARIOS AND COREY BULL
We go backstage where Dirty Bitch is pacing back and forth like a pit-bull when she bumps into a stagehand. Dirty Bitch looks at the man, glaring at him, being intimidating. Dirty Bitch practically growls at the poor man before she starts to talk.
Dirty Bitch: Watch where you are going, asshole! Don't you know who I am?
Stagehand: No I’m sorry, I don't.
Dirty Bitch: Well I'm Dirty Fuckin’ Bitch, you asshole. That is right, the Dirty Bitch and I'm here to kick some ass, take some names and THEN ask questions.
The stagehand looks around, like he’s supposed to be impressed but instead he’s just confused.
Stagehand: Okaaaaaay?
Dirty Bitch: I have been here for how long? And yet, I haven't had one match. That means one thing.
Stagehand: And what is that?
Dirty Bitch: That's because I'm too fuckin’ good for PWS. First she gets a match and the strange thing is Johnny Sins wants to make a comeback.
Stagehand: Who’s that?
Dirty Bitch: Don't play dumb with me. You know who I'm talking about.
Stagehand: No I don't.
Dirty Bitch slaps the shit out of the stagehand, which causes him to stumble back into some lighting bins, holding his face.
Dirty Bitch: That is because I can.
Dirty Bitch walks away leaving the stagehand in an awkward position, shocked and dismayed by what just happened.
Main Event:
Collateral Damage Title Match: Hardcore match
Jack Edwards ( C ) vs Miss Puppies
(“Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry starts its riff, and the fans bop along to the beat. Soon, however, as the person to whom the song belongs, Miss Puppies, steps out from the back, the crowd is mixed, some cheering for her and some booing. Puppies looks out at the crowd, flipping them off with both hands and laughing, before making her way down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is your Riot MAIN EVENT! And it is a HARDCORE MATCH for the COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, From the nearest bar, weighing 145 pounds, MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!
(As the song continues blaring, Puppies steps into the ring, some pyro going off from the corners as she pumps a fist in the air, mouth open wide as she does!)
JR Freeman: I’ve gotta wonder what’s going on in the mind of Miss Puppies!
Alfonso Banks: She looks determined! Like she’s not going to back down from this opportunity!
JR Freeman: That’s true, Alf. And if anyone in this company could be described as “the most hardcore”, Puppies would be a shoe-in!
(The lights dim, eventually going out completely. “The Hanged Man” blares over the speakers. Jack Edwards walks out, vibing to the music, the Collateral Damage title draped over his right shoulder. Sparks reign down on him from the top of the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent… from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION… JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKK EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS!!
(The chorus of the song plays and the energy ramps up by 200%, with Jack sprinting down the ramp, running around the ring and sliding into it, handing the belt to an official before hopping up and down with his hands in the air, playing to the crowd as the music slowly fades.)
Alfonso Banks: Jack’s full of manic energy, as always!
JR Freeman: I think he’s just excited about the match.
Alfonso Banks: He’s excited about everything, all the time. It gets grating!
JR Freeman: I think it’s infectious!
Alfonso Banks: You would!
(The bell rings and Puppies is first to attack, hitting a massive clothesline, picking up Jack and hitting an immediate powerbomb! She smirks as she gets up, sliding out of the ring to grab a weapon! As she goes under, she searches for a few moments before sliding a table into the ring, as well as a couple of steel chairs. She slides back into the ring and Jack is up, setting up the table Puppies just brought in. He waves at her before hitting the perpendicular ropes, jumping off with a springboard crossbody, sending the woman to the mat. He then jumps up on the turnbuckle, hitting a 450 splash! He then loads Puppies onto the table, ascending the top rope again, but before he can jump off she rolls off the table, coming up to where he is and hitting him off the turnbuckle, down to the outside!)
(Getting on the turnbuckle herself, Puppies dives off and dropkicks Jack on the outside, sending him stumbling back into the barricade! Getting up soon afterwards, Puppies drags him to the steel ring steps, slamming his face against them multiple times! She smirks, the stairs breaking in two, and she grabs the top part, putting it aside for now as she puts Jack’s head on the bottom part, She puts the top part of the stairs on top, before going up to the apron! Taking a few steps back, Puppies then runs forward, but Jack rolls out of the way, leaving her to hit a leg drop onto the ring steps! Puppies writhes in pain for a moment, the crowd chanting “You fucked up!” at her, as Jack slides back into the ring.)
JR Freeman: Both competitors are absolutely brutal!
Alfonso Banks: That’s definitely true, JR, and neither of them are planning on giving up any time soon! The resilience of Miss Puppies is rivaled only by Jack’s willingness to jump off anything he can find!
(Edwards waits on the apron for Miss Puppies, who eventually ends up standing up, rolling into the ring only to be hit by a Buckshot Lariat! Jack goes immediately for the cover!)
ONE!
TWO!
No, a kickout!
(Jack shrugs, picking up Puppies and whipping her into the ropes, hitting her with a dropkick upon returning. He lifts her to a kneeling position, hitting a few kicks, Bryan Danielson style, however on the last one she catches his leg and uses his own momentum to send him to the mat! Still holding his leg, Puppies decides to capitalize on this, locking in a Figure 4! Jack struggles against the hold, reaching for the ropes, but soon remembers there are no rope breaks in a hardcore match. He still reaches for them anyway, eventually using the bottom rope as leverage to get himself out of the hold. Puppies, undeterred, grabs a steel chair and starts hitting Jack in the back multiple times with it, before setting it up and putting his head on it, grabbing the other chair!)
JR Freeman: Oh no, what is she doing!?
Alfonso Banks: I think she wants to give him two chairs. Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
JR Freeman: …How was that simultaneously the worst AND the most wholesome joke you’ve ever made?
Alfonso Banks: My mind works in mysterious ways, JR!
(Miss Puppies then lifts the other chair up, bringing it down HARD on the head of Jack Edwards, making the crowd go “Ohhh!” as they like to do when something brutal happens. She does it two more times, before Jack, now bloody, goes limp, falling off the chair, as Puppies plays to the crowd. She revels in the “You sick fuck!” chants she’s getting, nodding and saying “Yeah, I know!” back to the crowd. She walks over and pins Jack confidently.)
ONE!
TWO!
TH- NO, the champion kicks out!
(Puppies is stunned, and the crowd is uproarious with their positive reaction! Miss Puppies gets in the face of the referee, talking about how the count was actually 3. He points out that no, it actually wasn’t, and as they’re going back and forth, Jack is slowly coming to, and eventually grabs Puppies in a small package!)
ONE!
TWO!
THR- No, another kickout!
(Jack, not missing a beat, hops out onto the apron, before jumping onto the ropes and hitting a flying headscissors takedown on the challenger, sending her to the mat! He heads to the top rope afterwards, hitting a senton legdrop, transitioning from that to locking in the Anaconda Vice! Puppies reaches out, ready to tap, but holds strong, reaching instead for Jack’s head, hitting the back of it with her free arm. She reaches out, hitting him again, then again and again, finally landing a fifth blow to the champion, who finally lets go. Puppies is slow to recover, actually sliding out of the ring to recover from the attack. Jack’s up immediately though and pursues her, jumping over the top rope and onto the apron, running over and dropkicking her from the apron! He then sets her on the audience barricade, before hopping up on the top turnbuckle again, looking for a 630 splash, but Puppies is able to roll out of the way, onto the floor, making him crash and burn!)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, Jesus FUCK!
JR Freeman: I was going to say “Dios Mio”, but that works too!
(The crowd thoroughly invested, chanting Jack’s name, both competitors lay on the floor for a bit, before Puppies stands up first. She goes under the ring first, grabbing something before sliding back into it. A big grin on her face, the challenger walks over to the table, pouring gasoline all over it, before lightning a match and throwing it onto the table, lighting it on fire! She crosses her thumb across her neck, before going out of the ring to get Jack. Getting him into the ring, Puppies drags him to the table and lifts him for a suplex, but isn’t able to get him up fully, leading to Jack tossing her off of him, before picking her back up, heading to the top rope!)
(With a knowing nod and a glint in his eye, Jack jumps from the top rope, backwards through the table, with Puppies in arms for an Extreme Twist of Fate! The crowd chants “Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit!” afterwards, as both of them lie there. Jack, his head dripping blood onto the mat, drags himself over to Miss Puppies, covering her for the pin.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The audience cheers loudly as Jack’s title retention is announced.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner and STILL the Collateral Damage Champion, Jack Edwards!
JR Freeman: That was an incredible display from two wonderful athletes!
Alfonso Banks: That’s true, JR! Jack Edwards is a fantastic young talent, and he’s sure to go big places!
JR Freeman: Wow, Alf, you’re actually agreeing with my opinion on a wrestler? I never thought I’d see the day!
Alfonso Banks: Of course! But, I mean, he’ll never replace the TRUE high-flying legend of this company, Jonathan Sanders!
JR Freeman: Aaaand you lost it. SO close.
(Jack is handed his title, kneeling as he grabs it, looking at the belt and lifting it in the air in celebration! He walks, on his knees, over to Puppies, extending his hand as he stands up, and Miss Puppies nods, shaking his hand while mouthing “Good job”, before both of them play to the crowd a bit.)
Winner= AND STILL PWS:APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION… JACK EDWARDS