Post by Star Stormz on Jul 21, 2019 14:11:33 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backstage area, just outside the locker room of Malachi. He and Bella Madison are standing in the middle of the hallway, and as the camera gets closer it starts to pick up their conversation.
Bella Madison: ...absolutely not.
She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed Malachi with a defiant stare. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
Malachi: Bells, be reasonable. I’m walking into a hardcore match. I won’t be able to concentrate knowing you’re at ringside and those freaks are creeping around here.
Bella Madison: How will it be any different if I’m back here?
Malachi: Because...I may have arranged for a little backup.
Bella looked puzzled for a moment, until she saw Jack Russow and Alanah O’Connell walking up to them. Immediately, Alanah wrapped Bella up in a hug which Bella returned. Jack and Malachi glared at each other, until Alanah stepped in between them.
Alanah O’Connell: We’ll keep her safe, Mal. I promise.
He tore his eyes away from Jack to look at his younger sister, and nodded slightly. Alanah took Jack’s hand and they went into the locker room. Bella stared at Mal wide-eyed.
Bella Madison: I can’t say I was expecting this.
Malachi: I’m not thrilled about it, but it’s the only way I know you’ll be safe.
Bella smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss his lips.
Bella Madison: You swallowed your pride for me. That’s so romantic.
Malachi rolled his eyes, but smiled back at her.
Malachi: Alright, Miss Sassy Ass.
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around him.
Bella Madison: Just...promise me one thing.
Malachi: What’s that, love?
She looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering a little bit.
Bella Madison: Whatever happens...you better come back to me in one piece.
Malachi smiled and kissed her forehead.
Malachi: I promise.
(The cameras then cut to ringside to Alf and JR)
Alf: Seems that Bella is worried about Malachi's safety.
JR: Can you blame her? Mack is insane. Didn't you see what he did at Red, White, and Brusied?
Alf: What a way to start the show... so lets not waste any more time and take you right into our first match!
SINGLES MATCH
TRINA ROBERTS V RICHARD RIDER
(Trina and Rider lock up and the match begins. They go back and forth for several minutes before Rider gets control and is cocky about it. Rider goes to Irish Whip her into the ropes, but instead slams her right into the referee who is knocked down! Rider takes the advantage to go to the turnbuckle and untie the top padding, exposing it! Trina was fully aware of what was going on, and as soon as he lifted her to her feet, she low blowed him with all her might. His face contorted in ways we didn't know possible!)
Alf: That's... gotta hurt.
JR: Hope he didn't have plans tonight
(Trina gets him to his feet and smashes his face off the turnbuckle he just exposed! She goes for a pin, but has to wake the referee! He is up and starts the count, but Rider gets his foot on the rope before the 3 count. Trina looks annoyed and slides out of the ring to catch her breath. Rider lay in the ring looking exhausted as well. The referee has begun to count.)
1...2...3...4...
(Trina grabs Rider by the foot and drags him out of the ring, forcing the ref to restart the count.)
1...2...3...
(Trina throws Rider into the barricade, sending him smashing to the floor.)
4...5...6...
(She then gets back on the apron and then on the top rope, without entering the ring.)
7...8...
(She jumps off and crossbody's him though the barricade, sending them into the crowd!)
9...10...!!! DING DING DING
(The referee called for the bell, calling the match a double count out with no winner.)
Alf: I don't know what got into Trina, but she just wanted to hurt Rider it seemed.
JR: Maybe, she could have slid in the ring and won by countout herself, but it seems she wanted to give the fans a little more!
WINNER= DOUBLE COUNT OUT
(The cameras catch up in the back in Star's office. She was pacing back and forth behind her desk as Manny sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He was wearing a neck brace and wincing in "pain" with every move he makes. Star stops pacing when she hears a knock at the door.)
Star: It's unlocked
(The door opened and in walked the "new" Amelia Emery. She looked a bit annoyed as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.)
Amelia: You sent for me?
Star: Yes, we have a bit of a problem.
Amelia: Last time you had that tone, I had my title taken away.
Star: Look, I know that was a bad thing that happened, and I didn't want to do it. But I had ...
Amelia: I know, you "had no choice". It is what it is.
Star: But just because you are upset over that still does NOT give you the right to assault members of the staff.
(Amelia crossed her arms in a bit of a huff)
Amelia: Your "staff" is the reason this all happened. You wanna know why I kicked this piece of shite’s head off his bloody shoulders is because HE is the reason I lost my title.
(Star tilted her head a little towards Amelia and motioned for her to sit down. Amelia politely refused)
Star: What do you mean? How is Manny the reason you...
(It dawned on her.)
Star: Wait... are you accusing a member of our staff of being the one to fake your medical records? That's... insane
Manny: She should be FIRED!!! She is besmirching my character, and I won't allow it! I'm in severe pain because of her not being able to control her anger... I say get rid of her.
(Star shot Manny an angry glance then looked back to Amelia.)
Star: Explain, please?
Amelia: Well, thanks to the connections of the Family, I was able to find this weasle's dirty, greasy fingerprints all over everything regarding the incident. I figured you would probably protect your own and not take any action... so I took action myself. Oh, and you will be receiving a certified mail sometime tonight with every single piece of evidence against him you need.
(Manny began reeling)
Manny: Papers can always be faked. Surely you don't believe the actions of a disgruntled SOON TO BE EX employee over your General Manager?
Star: Well... considering your track record...
Manny: WHAT? Ya know what... I bet it was Gracie Lopez! That little brat has had it in for me since day 1! She had means, motive, and opportunity!
Star: Really? Gracie?
Amelia: See... I knew after his conversation with Gracie the other day that he was up to something, and I figured he would try and peg it on Gracie. I figured I'd give her a chance to clear her name.
(The door opened and Gracie walked in with her phone in her hand)
Gracie: Yeah... it wasn't me. Sure, I wanted the title, but I'd never go that far to get it. It was Manny and I have absolute proof.
Manny: You have nothing!
Gracie: Why don't we show them the rest of our convo the other day, huh Manny?
Manny: I don't know what you are talking about!
(Gracie handed the phone to Star)
Gracie: Just hit play and you'll see....
(Star hit the play button and the following video played from the Riot before Red, White, and Bruised.)
(The video on the phone starts showing Manny standing in a corner waiting. Gracie Lopez walks into the shot, looking around confused.)
Gracie: Hello?
Manny: Gracie! Perfect, just who I needed to see.
Gracie: YOU are the one who texted me to meet you here, saying you needed my help?
Manny: Yeah... things are way out of control. I'm in so deep and I need your help.
Gracie: Why would I help you? After everything you have done to me.
(Manny started to speak, but in hushed tones so it was hard to overhear)
Manny: Look... the situation is dire. You know how Amelia was stripped of the United Title at Destiny because of faked medical records?
(Gracie squinted a little)
Gracie: Yeah... Wait... was that...
Manny: Yes! It was me! And now, thanks to her association to the Russow clan, she is inches away from discovering it was me. I need you.
Gracie: And even if I were to humor this... how the hell could I help?
Manny: Take the fall for me. Say it was you. You were just playing a joke to bug your opponent and didn't think it would go as far as it did. Something. You're smart, you can come up with something they will believe.
Gracie: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
(Manny shushed her.)
Manny: SHHHHH! It'll be easy... you had motive... and it's easy to plant means just say you picked the lock to Star's office. It's not a big deal.
Gracie: It IS a big deal. And you are on your own!
Manny: HEY! I did it for you! All you had to do was win the belt. But you couldn't even do THAT. I did all this! I made all this happen! I made it to where they BEGGED to put you in the match, I took your biggest competition out, and YOU fucked it up! You weren't even being considered to fight for that title at Destiny, and I made it happen. YOU OWE ME, LOPEZ?
(Gracie looked angry.)
Gracie: First off... I have integrity. If I was going to win that belt, I was going to win it MY WAY. I didn't need help. Second off... you are so screwed. I am gonna go tell Star and David RIGHT NOW!
Manny: NO DONT DO THAT! Listen... I'll make it worth your while. Just... don't say anything. Please.
(Here it transitioned into where the cameras picked up on Riot, where Manny rubs his temples.)
Manny: Look... if this wasn't a serious situation do you think i'd come to YOU for help?
Gracie: Well, I'm not helping you! You dug yourself into this grave... you can dig yourself out.
(She starts to walk away but he grabs her by the arm.)
Manny: Do you want me to beg? If Star and David find out... i'm going to lose my job. They already hate me and are going to fire me without a second thought.
Gracie: I don't care. It would make things easier around here. You fucked up, you clean up your own mess. Also, I hate you. So... you can fuck off and die for all I care.
(She pulls her arm away from him and glares at him)
Gracie: Lay a finger on me again and I swear to god i will break every finger on your body. And I'll love every second of it.
(She then stormed off. The cameras zoom in on Manny's face and he looks extremely frantic. The cameras then cut back to ringside.)
JR: What was that about?
Alf: I don't know.. but it seemed like Manny is in some sort of trouble...
(Amelia smirks at Gracie who takes her phone back.)
Gracie: You need anything else from me?
Star: Uh... no. You're good. Thank you.
(Gracie nodded and left the room. Star turned her glare towards Manny.)
Star: HOW DARE YOU! You ruined one of our biggest matches at Destiny... you messed with medical records.. and you tried to frame some one else. Give me ONE REASON why I shouldn't fire you RIGHT NOW!
(Manny studdered, trying to find words. Amelia stepped in.)
Amelia: Oh, Well even though I’m sure somewhere in there he committed a federal crime, and you have EVERY right to fire him….buuuut…
Star; But what?
Amelia; I have a...better way, to punish him. I mean after all he want to mess with my career, why don’t I give him a taste of his own medicine?
Star: I'm intrigued..
Amelia: I want a match at Center Stage. Against him. In a First. Blood. Match.
Manny: NO! IM NOT A WRESTLER! SHE NEARLY KILLED ME LAST WEEK!
Star: SHUT UP MANNY! You have no say right now.
Amelia: I mean, what better way to A: make it up to me, and B: punish him?
Star: I like it. Consider it done.
(Amelia turned to Manny.)
Amelia: You can consider this your introduction to the carnival.
(Amelia smirked as Manny threw a bit of a tantrum while the cameras cut back to ringside)
SINGLES MATCH
DANIEL RUSSOW V MILES KASEY
(Bell rings for the match between Daniel Russow and Miles Kasey. Daniel has the early advantage of the match by doing some chain wrestling and keeping the high flyer down, by any means necessary. Daniel shows off his aggression while keeping Miles grounded. But it doesn’t take long before Miles start to fight back in the match. When he does, he shows off his speed, which makes this match more compelling. Miles squeezes in a pin attempt during his offense, which he got a 2 count from. After the pinfall, Miles stays on the attack for the meantime. While he’s on the attack, he shows off his high flying ability as well. But he went to the well one too many times and Daniel snatched him out of the ring like an old man’s toupee. The match from here goes back and forth, they trade pinfalls between each other and have tense moments. Neither person shows any signs of slowing down either. Towards the end of the match, both of them are down on the ground, trying to find a second wind, and finish the match. They get to their feet, throwing wild punches at each other. Daniel goes for his finisher but Miles finds a way to escape it. Miles starts to kick the hamstrings of Daniel. Miles throws Daniel into the ropes and tries to hit a Spanish fly, but Daniel doesn’t go with it. Daniel fights back in the match as a last-ditch effort. Daniel grabs Miles and tries to roll him up for a pin, but Miles counters it! 1...2….3!)
Jr Freeman: Whoa! Miles caught Daniel off guard with that pin.
Alf: Miles is a sneaky one. They fought they asses off though, so nobody should be angry for it.
Jr freeman: Right? Impressive showing by them.
WINNER= Miles Kasey
Camera switches backstage as we are standing by with Claire Anderson.
Claire Anderson: At this time, allow me to introduce to you, the number one contender for the PWS: Apex World Championship, the one and only Michael O’Neil!
Mike legit slides into the shot, with the megaphone slung over his shoulder and a giant smile on his face.
Mike O’Neil: Thank you for that awesome introduction Ms. Claire, it is sure a privilege to be working with a true professional here tonight in Phoenix, Arizona!
Insert cheap pop here.
Claire Anderson: Well Mike you are here tonight to make a very specific request and since you asked for this time, what is it that you need to say?
Mike O’Neil: Well Claire as most of us are aware, we are closing in on PWS: Apex next big show entitled Center Stage. And at this particular event I will be taking on the PWS: Apex Champion, one Miss Alexis Makarios. BUT, we have got to appease the masses in helping to hype UP this event. Now, Claire, I have a question for you.
Claire kinda looks surprised by this but nods awaiting the question.
Mike O’Neil: How does one usually build up a match of this magnitude?
Claire thinks for a moment.
Claire Anderson: Usually, it’s a contract signing.
Mike O’Neil: EXACTLY!!!! Contract signings are just so....passe. Everyone and their grandmother does these boring ass contract signings that always end the exact same way. They argue, they sign, someone attacks someone and then there is a table destroyed. Such a perfectly good waste of wood. SO what I am proposing for the next Friday Night Riot is that Number One Contender, Michael O’Neil and PWS Champion Alexis Makarios facing off in that ring...in a debate!
Claire Anderson: A wha?
Mike O’Neil: A debate. TWO podiums in the ring, microphones attached and we use just our words to really describe what will happen at Center Stage. So Alexis, this is to you, I challenge you to a true live debate NEXT Riot.
He brings up the megaphone and points it directly at the camera and presses the button but instead of his words it just squeals again.
Mike O’Neil: DAMMIT!
Claire quickly reaches up and turns it off for him.
Claire Anderson: It’s the trigger you want to press...not the button.
Mike O’Neil: Really? HUH! The more you know...Thanks Claire!
Mike walks away as Claire just shakes her head.
Claire Anderson: Back you guys at ringside.
SINGLES MATCH
CYNTHIA HELLSING V CAMILA RODRIGUEZ
(The bell rings for the Cynthia and Camila match. Camila gets the upper hand in the early going of the match. She whips Cynthia into the ropes and hits a hurricanrana early on. That rattles anything that Cynthia wanted to do in the early going. Camila stays on fire, she even shows off her high flying moves, by using the ropes of course because of her tiny frame. They fight for a few moments on the outside of the ring. They roll back into the ring after Camila sent Cynthia into the steps by a shin kick. A 2 count happened after a quick pin attempt by Camila. Cynthia starts to slowly get back into the match, but Camila is still showing off her speed. However, Cynthia catches Camila trying to do a springboard crossbody and drives her into the mat. Cynthia stays on the attack after that move to where she starts to dominate some, but Camila starts to fight back, it turns into a back and forth fun match between the two of them. Every move Cynthia hit, Camila wants more of it. As the match goes on, the battle wounds are starting to show on both of them. Cynthia starts to gain more advantage of the match the longer it goes on. Cynthia has Camila grounded now, she thinks for a second what she can do to finish her friend off. She hesitates for a long second before she hits the 7 cyns then her finisher. She hesitates even more to pin her friend but does it anyway. 1…...2…….3!)
JR Freeman: She hesitated there.
Alf: She did, that’s her friend. That’s 3 victories she pulled off against her friend. I wonder how long that can keep going.
Jr Freeman: I don’t think very long. Camila needs a spark and this could be what she needs, who knows.
WINNER= Cynthia Hellsing
(It was moments before the main event, and the cameras catch up to Malachi just about ready to head out to the ring. He’s doing some light stretching and shaking out his limbs, when the sound of running feet can be heard coming down the hallway. He glances back just in time to see Alanah O’Connell launch herself at him and hug him tightly. He stumbles a bit, and seems to be caught off-guard, but after a moment he wraps his arms around her and returns her hug. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with tears.)
Alanah O’Connell: Mal, please...be careful.
(Before he can say anything in response, she gets up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before she dashes off just as quickly as she arrived. Malachi watches her go with an almost pained expression on his face, before he shakes his head and resumes his stretching as he waits for his cue. The show cuts to a quick commercial before the main event)
MAIN EVENT - HARDCORE MATCH
MACK MCKANE V MALACHI
(We see a number of multiple stage hands preparing the ring with all different sorts of ultraviolent accoutrements...one side of the ring has many fluorescent light bulbs attached...one side is laced with barbed wire. There is a cluster of lightbulbs in one corner, a board of razor wire in another corner, a pane of glass reclined in a third corner, and multiple bags of God only knows what tied to the turnbuckles of the last corner. Tables are set up on the outside...as are two chairs with a pane of glass laid across them...it looks like absolute Hell on Earth.)
JR Freeman: Folks we’ve loved having you with us but even WE at PWS feel we MUST advise you...send the kids to bed for this one, and watch at your own discretion.
Alfonso Banks: It hasn’t even started and I already feel a queasy uneasiness JR...luckily I have a bucket on stand by.
JR Freeman: And I do not blame you at all...what’s going to happen when these two combustible elements collide? We’ve got the angry Irish ace Malachi...who feels like the world owes him a destiny and he’s certainly got the skills to make it pay up! But on the other hand, you’ve got the scrappy, dark newcomer in Mack “The Knife” who frankly...gave me chills the way he dispatched Johnny Sins.
(The quiet beginning of “Blood//Water” by grandson begins playing through the speakers as Malachi enters the arena to a rousing chorus of boos. He simply stares around at the crowd with a look of utter disdain as he walks down the ramp towards the ring, he stops for a moment to take in the sheer magnitude of the landscape...soon he’s climbing the steps and entering through the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arms to the side while staring out at the crowd again as his music fades away.)
JR Freeman: As stoic as always, Malachi looks undeterred. As sadistic as Mack seems, Malachi has just as vicious a mean streak...but he signed up for a HARDCORE match. Mack McKane said no thank you...he only does Deathmatches. How do you prepare for something this violent?
Alfonso Banks: It seems to be hardwired into this kids DNA, he’s as tough as they come and he’s unapologetic!
(The lights kick out in the arena as the arena gets dead quiet until...
"...WATCH ME BUUUUUURN!!!"
The light lyrics drifts out as everything gets quiet...until a primal scream shreds the air and entire arena suddenly glows red and a light red mist of unknown origin begins falling from the roof as "Hospital For Souls" by Bring Me The Horizon's chorus hits and dry ice begins to blow as a sinister presence rises from the middle of the stage wearing a spiked mask and a long trenchcoat, his hands crossed in front of him. He has a duffle bag draped over his shoulder. When he fully arrives, the lights flash back on as he cranes his neck looking around before sauntering to the ring twirling his butterfly knife in suspense as he flips it closed, slides under the ring and starts throwing out even MORE objects! Eventually he’s sliding into the ring all the way to the middle where he spins around into an indian style position. Mal takes a step towards him but the referee backs him up. Mack swirls around back to his feet holding out both hands to Mal telling him to hold on a second…)
JR Freeman: ...where’s this going to?
(Mack reaches into his pockets...and produces two cans of beer. He offers one to Malachi...a symbol that it’s nothing personal, and here’s to a Helluva fight. Mal eyes the beer and spits on the ground...Mack shrugs and walks back to his corner sitting them under the bottom turnbuckle...Mal sheds his jacket as does Mack along with his mask...and we see he’s wearing an Alexis Makarios shirt. The referee corners Mack with his hand outstretched...Mack looks confused. The referee tells him to fork it over...Mack slaps him five instead. The fans roar with laughter as the referee sternly admonishes him...Mack rolls his eyes...and puts his knife in the ref’s hand warning him nothing better happen to it.)
JR Freeman: Look at THIS partner! The brash Brit from Camden Town looks like he’s calling his shot!
Alfonso Banks: Malachi is surely going to bleed him dry for THAT disrespect! You don’t overlook the chip on Malachi’s shoulder!
JR Freeman: I don’t think he’s overlooking anyone partner, I think he’s just giving a cheeky nod to let our Champion know...he’s coming.
(Mack keeps his back turned in the corner where the cluster of light bulbs stand, kneeling down to open his duffle bag...while he’s preparing, Malachi slips out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick...he slides back into the ring and from behind...Malachi bolts forward dropkicking Mack face first into the light bulbs which EXPLODE on impact! Mack winces in his stead for a moment...but slowly stands up as Malachi rolls backwards and looks at him with a look of “What the Hell?” in his eyes...Mack slowly turns around and we see shards of glass in his forehead, blood already trickling down…
...and a cheshire cat smile.)
JR Freeman: Oh that...CANNOT be good!
(Mal is taken aback for a moment before he kicks back to reality and screams at Mack to bring it...Mack slowly reaches down and picks up one half of one of the broken tubes and twirls it in his hand. Mack begins to move towards Mal who slides out of the ring quickly which doesn’t deter Mack at all who follows him out only to be met with Mal sliding back into the ring and running over to the duffel bag...as Mack slides back in, Mal kicks him in the stomach forcing him to take a knee for a moment as he grabs an old 8x10 of Levi Russow...and a staple gun. After a second of spitting at the fans, Mal staples the picture to Mack’s forehead!)
JR Freeman: Mal making HIS intentions clear now! How symbolic is THIS partner!?
(Mal picks up half a pool noodle wrapped in barbed wire and starts going to town on Mack who screams with every shot until Mal flies into a furious frenzy flinging the barbed wire over Mack so hard and so fast the barbed wire comes unwrapped from the noodle! As Mal throws the noodle in anger, we see the angry welts and multiple shallow cuts forming and bleeding on Mack but as Mal turns around, Mack headbutts him in the crotch! Mal winces in pain as the fans chant “YOU DESERVE IT!” while he drops to his knees! Mack tears the staple out of his own head and looks at the picture of Levi before sticking a middle finger in the pictures face...and then sticking his middle finger in MAL’S face before grabbing his hand, putting the portrait in between Mal’s fingers, and screaming “SHALL I!?” to the fans who roar in approval as Mack begins giving Mal papercuts in between all of his fingers! Mal flails and screams in agony as Mack walks over to the duffle bag and pulls out...epsom salt?)
Alfonso Banks: I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO BE SICK!
JR Freeman: Is Mack looking to add some quite literal salt to the wounds!?
(Mack does, INDEED, just that...as he stomps on Mal’s left hand and begins coating his freeshly bleeding papercuts with a layer of salt as Mal absolutely shrieks in pain as Mack repeats the same on Mal’s other hand. Mal kneels in the middle of the ring screaming and just looking at his hands that he’s viciously shaking trying to get the salt out as Mack picks the broken light tube back up and he...takes a bite out of the jagged end!? He spits the particles at Mal’s hands!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS! Folks if this were happening anywhere outside of the PWS arena, they’d be arresting these men for assault and probably attempted murder, do NOT try this at home!
(While Mal is screaming...Mack slides out of the ring, reaches into the duffel bag, and produces lighter fluid! He douses one of the tables on the outside with it and lights it on fire! He turns and climbs back up onto the ring apron where we see Mal has sucked it up as Mal springboards with a MASSIVE springboard cutter driving Mack face first through the fiery table! Mack flails and screams in absolute agony as Mal pats the back of his head making sure he didn’t catch some residual flame as well as Mal sits up breathing heavily, still shaking his hands...Mack is still rolling as Mal lifts him up and slides him back into the ring going for a cover!
1!
2!
THRE-MACK SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!!!
JR Freeman: THESE TWO MEN ARE LOONIER THAN BUGS BUNNY!!!
(Mal screams in frustration before looking at the barely moving Mack...as he slides back out of the ring going under the apron to pull out a regular chair...a barbed wire wrapped chair...and two...cinder blocks!?)
JR Freeman: Ohhhh my God…
(Mal slides back into the ring and clubs Mack over the back with the barbed wire chair as he unfolds the regular chair and sets it up before going to the corner where there are bags of items hanging off the turnbuckles. He grabs the top one and turns opening it up and dumping it’s contents on the steel chair...the chair is now covered in hundreds of thumbtacks!)
Alfonso Banks: WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE POINTY THINGS!?
JR Freeman: This ain’t your granny’s sewing circle! Malachi is living up to his “Pure Malice” nickname!
(Mal lifts the barely conscious Mack up onto his feet and positions him with a standing uranage sending him crashing through the thumbtack ridden chair as he follows through with a standing moonsault! Mack is absolutely screaming bloody murder in agony as Mal rolls off to the side picking a few thumbtacks out of his legs! Both men take a beat before Mal pulls Mack up and leans him weakly against the ropes as he screams “YOU’RE FUCKING DONE!” as Mal runs to the opposite rope but on the rebound he gets back body dropped by a desperate Mack OVER the top rope straight through one of the positioned panels of glass on the outside! The glass disintegrates upon impact as Mal stays in a fetal position giving himself a systems check as the fans chant “HOLY SHIT!” and “YOU SICK FUCK!” for the fourth time so far in this match. Mack can’t capitalize...his skin singed, his back looking like a bad session of acupuncture gone wrong...and Mal finally pulls his now bleeding body back into the ring grabbing Mack and struggling to hoist him up in a fireman’s carry next to the bricks!)
JR Freeman: OH NO!!! OH GOD!!! HE’S LOOKING TO DELIVER THAT SICK PURE MALICE ONTO THOSE CONCRETE BRICKS!
(As he does the toss, Mack recovers and slides off behind him quickly picking up the staple gun and popping one in the back of Mal’s head as Mal drops to his knees clawing for the back of his skull. He finally finds it and pulls it out just in time to catch a shot with the barbed wire steel chair square to the back! He crawls forward resting his head on the bottom rope wincing in agony as Mack walks over and steps on the fresh wounds making Mal scream out loud as Mack reaches down and forces Mal to bite the bottom rope quickly as he jumps up hitting the Ambien Alley!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD! AMBIEN ALLEY!
(Mack falls into the cover!)
1!
2!
3...NO KICK OUT! MAL KICKS OUT!
JR Freeman: HOW IN THE HELL!
(The fans are now chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!” repeatedly as Mack runs his fingers through his hair contemplating his next move… as he crawls back up to a standing position with his back turned to his opponent...Mal powers his way up, grabs Mack from behind, and violently throws him face first into the board covered in razor wire! The fans once again chant “HOLY SHIT!” as Mal pulls him out and covers!)
1!
2!
THRE- MACK SOMEHOW KICKS OUT AGAIN!
(The fans begin a raucous round of applause as Mal punches the mat in frustration!)
JR Freeman: Mal wondering what he has to do to keep the ever-resilient Mack McKane down for the count!
(He’s on his knees absolutely glaring at the fans and breathing heavily when all of a sudden a bloodied hand hooks his nose and pulls back! Mal screams in anguish as Mack McKane stands with the picture of Levi Russow. Mack screams “LET’S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!” and sticks the cardboard in Mal’s mouth and viciously rips it giving Mal a Chelsea Grin papercut!)
Alfonso Banks: OH GOD DAMMIT CAN WE STOP WITH THE PAPERCUTS ALREADY!?
(Mal grabs at his mouth as Mack searches frantically for his next move while the fans chant “FIGHT FOREVER!”...and he sees it. He goes to the now broken board of razor wire...and begins wrapping the razor wire around his own arm!)
JR Freeman: What the Hell is this kid thinking!?
(Blood is dripping from his entire arm now as he gets a good coverage on it and he turns pulling Malachi up but unbeknownst to him...Malachi has grabbed a light tube! Mal swings for the fences!...
…
…
...HE MISSES! The light tube drops out of his hand as Mack reaches around grabbing his still bleeding hand and whips him around connecting with a HELLACIOUS Crimson Rainmaker with the razor wire wrapped arm to the chest and neck! They both drop, Mack is in a pinning situation!)
1!!!!
2!!!!!
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…...3!!!
(The bell rings as Mack rips the razor wire off his arm as he collapses back into one of the corners laying his head on the bottom rope breathing heavily and looking at the unmoving Mal with a twisted smile on his completely crimson coated face. Mack has no natural skin color showing...he is completely bloodsoaked...as is Malachi who is bleeding even worse from the razor wire. Mal comes to and slowly brings himself to a kneeling position. He grabs his head and screams in anger and agony throwing himself face first down to the mat covering his own head. Mack sees how hard he’s taking it and looks behind him...next thing Mal knows, he’s being tapped on the back. Mal rises back to his knees as he sees Mack drop to his knee in front of him…
...offering him the beer from the beginning of the match.
Mal looks around still absolutely glaring at the fans but he quickly snatches the beer out of Mack’s hand who smiles and cracks his own. They both toast in respect as Mack helps Mal up to his feet and raises his arm for a second before Mal pulls away and drops sliding under the bottom rope sitting on the apron wincing...Mack limps around the ring raising the barbed wire wrapped chair in victory and drinking his beer heartily as Bella Madison comes bolting to ringside to check on Malachi. She has a rag and wipes the blood from his face until more pours out as she wraps his arm around her shoulder and she helps him to the back...Mack finally drops after finishing his beer and rolls out of the ring calling for a couple referees to assist him as he limps to the back…)
JR Freeman: That was brutal...gory...grotesque...and AWESOME!!!
Alfonso Banks: How can these so called “ultraviolent” matches be good for business!?
JR Freeman: Partner did you even SEE what I just saw! The passion! The intensity! That’s a match of the year candidate if I ever saw one!
Alfonso Banks: ...if you say so…
(We cut to a video package and a few commercials before the final segment.)
WINNER= MACK MCKANE
JR Freeman: Well fans I don’t know how the Hell either one of those men are alive but good GOD what a grotesque spectacle we just witnessed!
Alfonso Banks: JR I think I’m still gonna be sick...THAT much blood shouldn’t come out of any human beings.
JR Freeman: That’ll about wrap it up for us toni-
(Suddenly the lights kick out and a voice screams…)
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!”
(Instead of pyro however, “All I Want” by A Day To Remember plays over the PA system but a single spotlight shines down in the middle of the blood-soaked ring and the fans go absolutely apeshit at the sight of the second generation young gunslinger...Jack Russow! He stands with his left hand behind his back and his right hand stretched to the sky looking up at the rafters as he makes a quick “cut it” motion and the lights kick on and we see a microphone in his left hand as his right holds out the lapel of the leather jacket he’s wearing.)
Jack Russow: Y’know-
(The fans hijack with a chant of “BABY ICEMAN!” and Jack gives them a cheeky wink before continuing.)
Jack Russow: Nah...I rock this WAY better!
(The fans errupt with cheers as Jack looks somberly at the jacket.)
JR Freeman: This poor kid has had his world rocked these past few months, as his Uncle Jesse’s entrance music so eloquently puts...here’s the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Jack Russow: Y’know when I took up this mantle...when I GRABBED...my BIRTHRIGHT. I was told “You can never stand where he stood...you will never be your father.” And for awhile? I was afraid...I was afraid they were right! The almighty Levi Russow...his shadow casts over CONTINENTS. How could I...EVER...live up to my last name. And then...this happened…
(Jack points to the tron where a compilation video of Levi’s most heinous acts since giving in to Syn plays as Jack watches with a defiant look in his eyes as it ends with a shot of his love Alanah O’Connell, his best friend Mack McKane, and himself standing in front of his “father” against all odds.)
Jack Russow: ...NOW I’m afraid that they’re wrong. See NOW...NOW I’m afraid that I WILL become my…”father”. Because the man I see week in and week out...that ain’t him. ‘Lanah, Mack, and I did what we did because even though I told her I was done with her...I’m not letting the blood of Bella Madison stain the Russow name. I’m not letting some sideshow FREAK...some false prophet ruin everything that I know STILL exists somewhere deep down.
...and I’m not leaving until...one way or another...I bring you back.
(The fans applaud as Jack glares coldly into the camera.)
Jack Russow: ...so here’s your shot, big man...this is it. THIS is the night I call the old man out. But I want...YOU. I don’t want your freaks. I don’t want your overweight speak ‘n spell. I want Levi...FUCKING...Russ-
(“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts playing as Levi Russow saunters out onto the ramp...by himself. His eyes especially darker...he looks terrible. Like he hasn’t slept in weeks. His hair was wild, his attire unkempt...this wasn’t Levi Russow...this was some sort of animal. He slides into the ring and takes a microphone before circling Jack like a hunting Lion. Jack is unphased...he stands perfectly still glaring straight ahead as Levi slinks around and squares up to meet his gaze.)
Levi Russow: The prodigal so-
Jack Russow: Shut your mouth.
(The fans let out a massive ‘OOOOH!” Levi cackles happily clapping his hands.)
Jack Russow: You tried...to set Bella...on fire. OUR Bella.
Levi Russow: And I’ll be taking my pound of flesh outta you for stopping me!
Jack Russow: What the HELL is wrong with you!? Is this your “legend”? Are you so afraid of being forgotten that you would just as soon burn the Hall of Fame as represent it!?
Levi Russow: This company...was reborn...to spite me. I gave these people...EVERYTHING! I REOPENED PWS...I GAVE THEM THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM! And they went behind my BACK! ALL of you! I gave! And I gave! And you took! And you took! And FOR WHAT!? Cast your stones at me, boy...but who’s only here to beg for his “inheritance”!?
Jack Russow: I’M HERE FOR MY FATHER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
(That makes the fans pop like crazy as Levi, if for a fleeting second, has a look of pained sorrow on his face before it turns back into a glare.)
Levi Russow: I am not your father, boy...you disgraced me...I cast you out!
Jack Russow: Yeah you said a lot of real pretty words didn’t you...but I chose...NOT to give up...on YOU.
Levi Russow: *laughing coldly* on ME!? Well that’s real touching, I’m REALLY MOVED!
Jack Russow: I KNOW you’re still in there. I KNOW there’s still good in you! GO. HOME! Mom needs you...Rosie needs you...Charlie needs you! You’re missing your other kids’ lives needlessly! Don’t even do it for ME! I’m gonna BE okay!
...but it will be a cold day in HELL before I let you fuck up my siblings.
(The fans create a new chant…”JACK RU-SSOW! JACK RU-SSOW!”)
Jack Russow: Please...dad...I DON’T wanna do this just...can’t you see he’s only using you to fit the means to his ends?
(Levi goes to viciously slap Jack but Jack catches his hand and places it against his heart.)
Jack Russow: THIS. RIGHT HERE. YOU FEEL THAT HEARTBEAT!? THAT’S REAL! THAT IS YOUR FAMILY! NOT THESE RINGLING BROTHERS REJECTS!!!
(We see Levi stare at his hand...feeling the heartbeat of his firstborn son...in that moment his face spoke volumes. Every memory came flooding back...Elise’s funeral...his first day at PWSi as a single father getting help from Star Stormz...every birthday, every celebration, the birth of the twins...his marriage to Emma...it all came flooding back and we see his lip start to quiver...and his eyes grow wide as he looks into Jack’s eyes reaching out his free hand to touch his face.)
Levi Russow: ...my Jack…
Jack Russow: ....hi Dad.
(Levi moves in closer when over the speaker we hear a whispered voice call…)
“...end him…”
(Levi’s eyes suddenly snapped back to the dark and cold...Jack sees this and begins begging his dad to stay with him…
...and that’s when Levi viciously headbutts him in the nose.
The crowd erupts with a chorus of boos as Jack falls like a ton of bricks...Levi paces back and forth pulling at his own hair screaming at Jack…)
Levi Russow: WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LEAVE!!! WHY!?
(Levi mounts and starts raining down hard right hands on his son as he pulls him up and we see Jack’s nose is gushing blood as Levi looks around...the remnants of the Hardcore match still lingering. Levi grabs the nailed baseball bat and rakes it across Jack’s forehead opening him up to bleed like a stuck pig. Levi hammers Jack in the midsection with the bat and Jack drops like a lump as Levi paces more...until Jack defiantly gets back up on his knees! Levi looks bewildered as Jack spits blood, snarls, and begs Levi to bring it. Levi drops the bat and picks up the barbed wire wrapped pool noodle as he whips it HARD against Jack’s back! Jack screams in agony hitting his stomach again as Levi screams…)
Levi Russow: STAY DOWN! STAY! DOWN!
(But being his father’s son...Jack rises to his knees again...weak, dizzy, spitting blood at Levi again with a double bird flipped his way. Levi has tears in his eyes.)
Levi Russow: PLEASE...DON’T...MAKE ME DO THIS!!!
Voice over PA: FINISH HIM!!!
(Levi picks the bat back up and holds it against his own head visibly sobbing...as he slowly looks at what’s left of his son...still defiant on his knees...the same determined glare Levi has had in his career so many times. They lock eyes...Jack sees Levi is crying...and weakly proclaims…)
Jack Russow: ...it’s...it’s alright...it’s alright…
(Levi cries harder then shrieks out in anguish as he rears the bat over his head...the fans are screaming “NO! NO! NO! NO!” at the top of their lungs…
…
…
...and that’s when “Wings of a Butterfly” by H.I.M hits the PA system and the roof absolutely comes off the arena!!!)
JR Freeman: OHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOD!!!
Alfonso Banks: WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL!? SHOULDN’T SHE BE IN A KITCHEN SOMEWHERE!?
JR Freeman: YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, ALFONSO...THE FIRST EVER PWS QUEEN OF THE RING, FORMER VIXXXENS CHAMPION...AND RESIDENT MAMA BEAR IS BACK!!!
(The fans somehow get even louder as Emma Russow stomps out onto the ramp...dressed to the nines in her old ring gear! She’s tightly fastening one of her gloves and she is glaring absolute daggers through her estranged husband. Levi drops to his knees with a look of absolute terror on his face as Jack...wearily...cracks a smile before dropping face first to the mat.)
JR Freeman: EMMA RUSSOW HAS SEEN ENOUGH!!! OH MIOS DIOS!!!
(Emma makes an absolute beeline for the ring grabbing a fluorescent lightbulb on her way but right before she slides into the ring...the lights kick out and kick back on and the Reverend Synister himself stands at the bottom of the ramp between her and Levi with his arms outstretched cackling like a maniac. The fans instantly begin chanting “FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!” as Syn is spouting his sermon to the deaf ears of a woman scorned...she nods seemingly in approval before wheeling back and smashing the lightbulb INTO Syn’s face! Syn hits his knees and screams in agony as the blood begins to pour as he tries to dig the shards out and Levi looks absolutely...petrified.)
JR Freeman: DO GOD’S BLEED? THEY DO NOW!!!
Alfonso Banks: NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT TO SYN BEFORE!!!
(Emma slides under the ring completely disappearing...Levi leans forward holding onto the bottom rope looking down at the ground trying to see where she went as she slides out the other side wielding a fire axe!!! She slides in the ring and slings the axe over her shoulder!)
JR Freeman: The Mack McKane Special!!!
Alfonso Banks: GET THE COPS OUT HERE, THAT’S GONNA BE MANSLAUGHTER!!!
JR Freeman: THE LESSON HERE IS...DON’T FUCK WITH A WOMAN’S KID!!!
(Levi stands up running his hands through his hair until he feels the crowd and the presence as he slowly turns around with his hands outstretched…”I’m sorry! I...I don’t know what happened! I did what I was told to d-” as Emma uppercuts the axe handle between his legs! Levi screams in absolute agony as the blade part grazes straight up his ass crack as Emma reaches out...takes Levi’s head...leans him forward and kisses him on the forehead before stating…)
Emma Russow: ...not MY son you bitch!
(And with one jolt...Emma yanks the axe forward! The sound that escapes Levi’s mouth can only be described as...if a velociraptor got a dry enema? That. Levi shrieks and falls down to his knees as Emma drops the axe...but she picks Levi up...stares at the bewildered and agony-ridden Syn, flips him off with her free hand...and gives her own husband a Syn With A Grin! Levi absolutely splatters to the mat as Emma rolls back up to one knee absolutely snarling at Syn who has slid in and pulled Levi out...Syn, for maybe the first time ever, has a look of unmitigated fear on his face as he snaps and the lights go out and when they come back on...Syn and Levi are gone.)
JR Freeman: I GUESS EMMA RUSSOW THOUGHT SHE COULD SAVE MONEY BY GIVING HER HUBBY A HOMEMADE VASECTOMY, MADRE DE DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: Okay NOW I’m gonna be sick!!!
(Emma rolls Jack over onto his back as he regains consciousness smiling at her as she returns his smile before throwing up the X as EMT’s and a very concerned Alanah O’Connell rush from the back to help her son.)
JR Freeman: Partner I can’t believe the absolute carnage...the MAYHEM we experienced here tonight!
Alfonso Banks: WHERE’S THE PUKE BUCKET!?
JR Freeman: And on that note, we thank you all for joining us and THAT...was one HELLUVA Riot!!!
Bella Madison: ...absolutely not.
She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed Malachi with a defiant stare. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
Malachi: Bells, be reasonable. I’m walking into a hardcore match. I won’t be able to concentrate knowing you’re at ringside and those freaks are creeping around here.
Bella Madison: How will it be any different if I’m back here?
Malachi: Because...I may have arranged for a little backup.
Bella looked puzzled for a moment, until she saw Jack Russow and Alanah O’Connell walking up to them. Immediately, Alanah wrapped Bella up in a hug which Bella returned. Jack and Malachi glared at each other, until Alanah stepped in between them.
Alanah O’Connell: We’ll keep her safe, Mal. I promise.
He tore his eyes away from Jack to look at his younger sister, and nodded slightly. Alanah took Jack’s hand and they went into the locker room. Bella stared at Mal wide-eyed.
Bella Madison: I can’t say I was expecting this.
Malachi: I’m not thrilled about it, but it’s the only way I know you’ll be safe.
Bella smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss his lips.
Bella Madison: You swallowed your pride for me. That’s so romantic.
Malachi rolled his eyes, but smiled back at her.
Malachi: Alright, Miss Sassy Ass.
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around him.
Bella Madison: Just...promise me one thing.
Malachi: What’s that, love?
She looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering a little bit.
Bella Madison: Whatever happens...you better come back to me in one piece.
Malachi smiled and kissed her forehead.
Malachi: I promise.
(The cameras then cut to ringside to Alf and JR)
Alf: Seems that Bella is worried about Malachi's safety.
JR: Can you blame her? Mack is insane. Didn't you see what he did at Red, White, and Brusied?
Alf: What a way to start the show... so lets not waste any more time and take you right into our first match!
SINGLES MATCH
TRINA ROBERTS V RICHARD RIDER
(Trina and Rider lock up and the match begins. They go back and forth for several minutes before Rider gets control and is cocky about it. Rider goes to Irish Whip her into the ropes, but instead slams her right into the referee who is knocked down! Rider takes the advantage to go to the turnbuckle and untie the top padding, exposing it! Trina was fully aware of what was going on, and as soon as he lifted her to her feet, she low blowed him with all her might. His face contorted in ways we didn't know possible!)
Alf: That's... gotta hurt.
JR: Hope he didn't have plans tonight
(Trina gets him to his feet and smashes his face off the turnbuckle he just exposed! She goes for a pin, but has to wake the referee! He is up and starts the count, but Rider gets his foot on the rope before the 3 count. Trina looks annoyed and slides out of the ring to catch her breath. Rider lay in the ring looking exhausted as well. The referee has begun to count.)
1...2...3...4...
(Trina grabs Rider by the foot and drags him out of the ring, forcing the ref to restart the count.)
1...2...3...
(Trina throws Rider into the barricade, sending him smashing to the floor.)
4...5...6...
(She then gets back on the apron and then on the top rope, without entering the ring.)
7...8...
(She jumps off and crossbody's him though the barricade, sending them into the crowd!)
9...10...!!! DING DING DING
(The referee called for the bell, calling the match a double count out with no winner.)
Alf: I don't know what got into Trina, but she just wanted to hurt Rider it seemed.
JR: Maybe, she could have slid in the ring and won by countout herself, but it seems she wanted to give the fans a little more!
WINNER= DOUBLE COUNT OUT
(The cameras catch up in the back in Star's office. She was pacing back and forth behind her desk as Manny sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He was wearing a neck brace and wincing in "pain" with every move he makes. Star stops pacing when she hears a knock at the door.)
Star: It's unlocked
(The door opened and in walked the "new" Amelia Emery. She looked a bit annoyed as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.)
Amelia: You sent for me?
Star: Yes, we have a bit of a problem.
Amelia: Last time you had that tone, I had my title taken away.
Star: Look, I know that was a bad thing that happened, and I didn't want to do it. But I had ...
Amelia: I know, you "had no choice". It is what it is.
Star: But just because you are upset over that still does NOT give you the right to assault members of the staff.
(Amelia crossed her arms in a bit of a huff)
Amelia: Your "staff" is the reason this all happened. You wanna know why I kicked this piece of shite’s head off his bloody shoulders is because HE is the reason I lost my title.
(Star tilted her head a little towards Amelia and motioned for her to sit down. Amelia politely refused)
Star: What do you mean? How is Manny the reason you...
(It dawned on her.)
Star: Wait... are you accusing a member of our staff of being the one to fake your medical records? That's... insane
Manny: She should be FIRED!!! She is besmirching my character, and I won't allow it! I'm in severe pain because of her not being able to control her anger... I say get rid of her.
(Star shot Manny an angry glance then looked back to Amelia.)
Star: Explain, please?
Amelia: Well, thanks to the connections of the Family, I was able to find this weasle's dirty, greasy fingerprints all over everything regarding the incident. I figured you would probably protect your own and not take any action... so I took action myself. Oh, and you will be receiving a certified mail sometime tonight with every single piece of evidence against him you need.
(Manny began reeling)
Manny: Papers can always be faked. Surely you don't believe the actions of a disgruntled SOON TO BE EX employee over your General Manager?
Star: Well... considering your track record...
Manny: WHAT? Ya know what... I bet it was Gracie Lopez! That little brat has had it in for me since day 1! She had means, motive, and opportunity!
Star: Really? Gracie?
Amelia: See... I knew after his conversation with Gracie the other day that he was up to something, and I figured he would try and peg it on Gracie. I figured I'd give her a chance to clear her name.
(The door opened and Gracie walked in with her phone in her hand)
Gracie: Yeah... it wasn't me. Sure, I wanted the title, but I'd never go that far to get it. It was Manny and I have absolute proof.
Manny: You have nothing!
Gracie: Why don't we show them the rest of our convo the other day, huh Manny?
Manny: I don't know what you are talking about!
(Gracie handed the phone to Star)
Gracie: Just hit play and you'll see....
(Star hit the play button and the following video played from the Riot before Red, White, and Bruised.)
(The video on the phone starts showing Manny standing in a corner waiting. Gracie Lopez walks into the shot, looking around confused.)
Gracie: Hello?
Manny: Gracie! Perfect, just who I needed to see.
Gracie: YOU are the one who texted me to meet you here, saying you needed my help?
Manny: Yeah... things are way out of control. I'm in so deep and I need your help.
Gracie: Why would I help you? After everything you have done to me.
(Manny started to speak, but in hushed tones so it was hard to overhear)
Manny: Look... the situation is dire. You know how Amelia was stripped of the United Title at Destiny because of faked medical records?
(Gracie squinted a little)
Gracie: Yeah... Wait... was that...
Manny: Yes! It was me! And now, thanks to her association to the Russow clan, she is inches away from discovering it was me. I need you.
Gracie: And even if I were to humor this... how the hell could I help?
Manny: Take the fall for me. Say it was you. You were just playing a joke to bug your opponent and didn't think it would go as far as it did. Something. You're smart, you can come up with something they will believe.
Gracie: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
(Manny shushed her.)
Manny: SHHHHH! It'll be easy... you had motive... and it's easy to plant means just say you picked the lock to Star's office. It's not a big deal.
Gracie: It IS a big deal. And you are on your own!
Manny: HEY! I did it for you! All you had to do was win the belt. But you couldn't even do THAT. I did all this! I made all this happen! I made it to where they BEGGED to put you in the match, I took your biggest competition out, and YOU fucked it up! You weren't even being considered to fight for that title at Destiny, and I made it happen. YOU OWE ME, LOPEZ?
(Gracie looked angry.)
Gracie: First off... I have integrity. If I was going to win that belt, I was going to win it MY WAY. I didn't need help. Second off... you are so screwed. I am gonna go tell Star and David RIGHT NOW!
Manny: NO DONT DO THAT! Listen... I'll make it worth your while. Just... don't say anything. Please.
(Here it transitioned into where the cameras picked up on Riot, where Manny rubs his temples.)
Manny: Look... if this wasn't a serious situation do you think i'd come to YOU for help?
Gracie: Well, I'm not helping you! You dug yourself into this grave... you can dig yourself out.
(She starts to walk away but he grabs her by the arm.)
Manny: Do you want me to beg? If Star and David find out... i'm going to lose my job. They already hate me and are going to fire me without a second thought.
Gracie: I don't care. It would make things easier around here. You fucked up, you clean up your own mess. Also, I hate you. So... you can fuck off and die for all I care.
(She pulls her arm away from him and glares at him)
Gracie: Lay a finger on me again and I swear to god i will break every finger on your body. And I'll love every second of it.
(She then stormed off. The cameras zoom in on Manny's face and he looks extremely frantic. The cameras then cut back to ringside.)
JR: What was that about?
Alf: I don't know.. but it seemed like Manny is in some sort of trouble...
(Amelia smirks at Gracie who takes her phone back.)
Gracie: You need anything else from me?
Star: Uh... no. You're good. Thank you.
(Gracie nodded and left the room. Star turned her glare towards Manny.)
Star: HOW DARE YOU! You ruined one of our biggest matches at Destiny... you messed with medical records.. and you tried to frame some one else. Give me ONE REASON why I shouldn't fire you RIGHT NOW!
(Manny studdered, trying to find words. Amelia stepped in.)
Amelia: Oh, Well even though I’m sure somewhere in there he committed a federal crime, and you have EVERY right to fire him….buuuut…
Star; But what?
Amelia; I have a...better way, to punish him. I mean after all he want to mess with my career, why don’t I give him a taste of his own medicine?
Star: I'm intrigued..
Amelia: I want a match at Center Stage. Against him. In a First. Blood. Match.
Manny: NO! IM NOT A WRESTLER! SHE NEARLY KILLED ME LAST WEEK!
Star: SHUT UP MANNY! You have no say right now.
Amelia: I mean, what better way to A: make it up to me, and B: punish him?
Star: I like it. Consider it done.
(Amelia turned to Manny.)
Amelia: You can consider this your introduction to the carnival.
(Amelia smirked as Manny threw a bit of a tantrum while the cameras cut back to ringside)
SINGLES MATCH
DANIEL RUSSOW V MILES KASEY
(Bell rings for the match between Daniel Russow and Miles Kasey. Daniel has the early advantage of the match by doing some chain wrestling and keeping the high flyer down, by any means necessary. Daniel shows off his aggression while keeping Miles grounded. But it doesn’t take long before Miles start to fight back in the match. When he does, he shows off his speed, which makes this match more compelling. Miles squeezes in a pin attempt during his offense, which he got a 2 count from. After the pinfall, Miles stays on the attack for the meantime. While he’s on the attack, he shows off his high flying ability as well. But he went to the well one too many times and Daniel snatched him out of the ring like an old man’s toupee. The match from here goes back and forth, they trade pinfalls between each other and have tense moments. Neither person shows any signs of slowing down either. Towards the end of the match, both of them are down on the ground, trying to find a second wind, and finish the match. They get to their feet, throwing wild punches at each other. Daniel goes for his finisher but Miles finds a way to escape it. Miles starts to kick the hamstrings of Daniel. Miles throws Daniel into the ropes and tries to hit a Spanish fly, but Daniel doesn’t go with it. Daniel fights back in the match as a last-ditch effort. Daniel grabs Miles and tries to roll him up for a pin, but Miles counters it! 1...2….3!)
Jr Freeman: Whoa! Miles caught Daniel off guard with that pin.
Alf: Miles is a sneaky one. They fought they asses off though, so nobody should be angry for it.
Jr freeman: Right? Impressive showing by them.
WINNER= Miles Kasey
Camera switches backstage as we are standing by with Claire Anderson.
Claire Anderson: At this time, allow me to introduce to you, the number one contender for the PWS: Apex World Championship, the one and only Michael O’Neil!
Mike legit slides into the shot, with the megaphone slung over his shoulder and a giant smile on his face.
Mike O’Neil: Thank you for that awesome introduction Ms. Claire, it is sure a privilege to be working with a true professional here tonight in Phoenix, Arizona!
Insert cheap pop here.
Claire Anderson: Well Mike you are here tonight to make a very specific request and since you asked for this time, what is it that you need to say?
Mike O’Neil: Well Claire as most of us are aware, we are closing in on PWS: Apex next big show entitled Center Stage. And at this particular event I will be taking on the PWS: Apex Champion, one Miss Alexis Makarios. BUT, we have got to appease the masses in helping to hype UP this event. Now, Claire, I have a question for you.
Claire kinda looks surprised by this but nods awaiting the question.
Mike O’Neil: How does one usually build up a match of this magnitude?
Claire thinks for a moment.
Claire Anderson: Usually, it’s a contract signing.
Mike O’Neil: EXACTLY!!!! Contract signings are just so....passe. Everyone and their grandmother does these boring ass contract signings that always end the exact same way. They argue, they sign, someone attacks someone and then there is a table destroyed. Such a perfectly good waste of wood. SO what I am proposing for the next Friday Night Riot is that Number One Contender, Michael O’Neil and PWS Champion Alexis Makarios facing off in that ring...in a debate!
Claire Anderson: A wha?
Mike O’Neil: A debate. TWO podiums in the ring, microphones attached and we use just our words to really describe what will happen at Center Stage. So Alexis, this is to you, I challenge you to a true live debate NEXT Riot.
He brings up the megaphone and points it directly at the camera and presses the button but instead of his words it just squeals again.
Mike O’Neil: DAMMIT!
Claire quickly reaches up and turns it off for him.
Claire Anderson: It’s the trigger you want to press...not the button.
Mike O’Neil: Really? HUH! The more you know...Thanks Claire!
Mike walks away as Claire just shakes her head.
Claire Anderson: Back you guys at ringside.
SINGLES MATCH
CYNTHIA HELLSING V CAMILA RODRIGUEZ
(The bell rings for the Cynthia and Camila match. Camila gets the upper hand in the early going of the match. She whips Cynthia into the ropes and hits a hurricanrana early on. That rattles anything that Cynthia wanted to do in the early going. Camila stays on fire, she even shows off her high flying moves, by using the ropes of course because of her tiny frame. They fight for a few moments on the outside of the ring. They roll back into the ring after Camila sent Cynthia into the steps by a shin kick. A 2 count happened after a quick pin attempt by Camila. Cynthia starts to slowly get back into the match, but Camila is still showing off her speed. However, Cynthia catches Camila trying to do a springboard crossbody and drives her into the mat. Cynthia stays on the attack after that move to where she starts to dominate some, but Camila starts to fight back, it turns into a back and forth fun match between the two of them. Every move Cynthia hit, Camila wants more of it. As the match goes on, the battle wounds are starting to show on both of them. Cynthia starts to gain more advantage of the match the longer it goes on. Cynthia has Camila grounded now, she thinks for a second what she can do to finish her friend off. She hesitates for a long second before she hits the 7 cyns then her finisher. She hesitates even more to pin her friend but does it anyway. 1…...2…….3!)
JR Freeman: She hesitated there.
Alf: She did, that’s her friend. That’s 3 victories she pulled off against her friend. I wonder how long that can keep going.
Jr Freeman: I don’t think very long. Camila needs a spark and this could be what she needs, who knows.
WINNER= Cynthia Hellsing
(It was moments before the main event, and the cameras catch up to Malachi just about ready to head out to the ring. He’s doing some light stretching and shaking out his limbs, when the sound of running feet can be heard coming down the hallway. He glances back just in time to see Alanah O’Connell launch herself at him and hug him tightly. He stumbles a bit, and seems to be caught off-guard, but after a moment he wraps his arms around her and returns her hug. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with tears.)
Alanah O’Connell: Mal, please...be careful.
(Before he can say anything in response, she gets up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before she dashes off just as quickly as she arrived. Malachi watches her go with an almost pained expression on his face, before he shakes his head and resumes his stretching as he waits for his cue. The show cuts to a quick commercial before the main event)
MAIN EVENT - HARDCORE MATCH
MACK MCKANE V MALACHI
(We see a number of multiple stage hands preparing the ring with all different sorts of ultraviolent accoutrements...one side of the ring has many fluorescent light bulbs attached...one side is laced with barbed wire. There is a cluster of lightbulbs in one corner, a board of razor wire in another corner, a pane of glass reclined in a third corner, and multiple bags of God only knows what tied to the turnbuckles of the last corner. Tables are set up on the outside...as are two chairs with a pane of glass laid across them...it looks like absolute Hell on Earth.)
JR Freeman: Folks we’ve loved having you with us but even WE at PWS feel we MUST advise you...send the kids to bed for this one, and watch at your own discretion.
Alfonso Banks: It hasn’t even started and I already feel a queasy uneasiness JR...luckily I have a bucket on stand by.
JR Freeman: And I do not blame you at all...what’s going to happen when these two combustible elements collide? We’ve got the angry Irish ace Malachi...who feels like the world owes him a destiny and he’s certainly got the skills to make it pay up! But on the other hand, you’ve got the scrappy, dark newcomer in Mack “The Knife” who frankly...gave me chills the way he dispatched Johnny Sins.
(The quiet beginning of “Blood//Water” by grandson begins playing through the speakers as Malachi enters the arena to a rousing chorus of boos. He simply stares around at the crowd with a look of utter disdain as he walks down the ramp towards the ring, he stops for a moment to take in the sheer magnitude of the landscape...soon he’s climbing the steps and entering through the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arms to the side while staring out at the crowd again as his music fades away.)
JR Freeman: As stoic as always, Malachi looks undeterred. As sadistic as Mack seems, Malachi has just as vicious a mean streak...but he signed up for a HARDCORE match. Mack McKane said no thank you...he only does Deathmatches. How do you prepare for something this violent?
Alfonso Banks: It seems to be hardwired into this kids DNA, he’s as tough as they come and he’s unapologetic!
(The lights kick out in the arena as the arena gets dead quiet until...
"...WATCH ME BUUUUUURN!!!"
The light lyrics drifts out as everything gets quiet...until a primal scream shreds the air and entire arena suddenly glows red and a light red mist of unknown origin begins falling from the roof as "Hospital For Souls" by Bring Me The Horizon's chorus hits and dry ice begins to blow as a sinister presence rises from the middle of the stage wearing a spiked mask and a long trenchcoat, his hands crossed in front of him. He has a duffle bag draped over his shoulder. When he fully arrives, the lights flash back on as he cranes his neck looking around before sauntering to the ring twirling his butterfly knife in suspense as he flips it closed, slides under the ring and starts throwing out even MORE objects! Eventually he’s sliding into the ring all the way to the middle where he spins around into an indian style position. Mal takes a step towards him but the referee backs him up. Mack swirls around back to his feet holding out both hands to Mal telling him to hold on a second…)
JR Freeman: ...where’s this going to?
(Mack reaches into his pockets...and produces two cans of beer. He offers one to Malachi...a symbol that it’s nothing personal, and here’s to a Helluva fight. Mal eyes the beer and spits on the ground...Mack shrugs and walks back to his corner sitting them under the bottom turnbuckle...Mal sheds his jacket as does Mack along with his mask...and we see he’s wearing an Alexis Makarios shirt. The referee corners Mack with his hand outstretched...Mack looks confused. The referee tells him to fork it over...Mack slaps him five instead. The fans roar with laughter as the referee sternly admonishes him...Mack rolls his eyes...and puts his knife in the ref’s hand warning him nothing better happen to it.)
JR Freeman: Look at THIS partner! The brash Brit from Camden Town looks like he’s calling his shot!
Alfonso Banks: Malachi is surely going to bleed him dry for THAT disrespect! You don’t overlook the chip on Malachi’s shoulder!
JR Freeman: I don’t think he’s overlooking anyone partner, I think he’s just giving a cheeky nod to let our Champion know...he’s coming.
(Mack keeps his back turned in the corner where the cluster of light bulbs stand, kneeling down to open his duffle bag...while he’s preparing, Malachi slips out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick...he slides back into the ring and from behind...Malachi bolts forward dropkicking Mack face first into the light bulbs which EXPLODE on impact! Mack winces in his stead for a moment...but slowly stands up as Malachi rolls backwards and looks at him with a look of “What the Hell?” in his eyes...Mack slowly turns around and we see shards of glass in his forehead, blood already trickling down…
...and a cheshire cat smile.)
JR Freeman: Oh that...CANNOT be good!
(Mal is taken aback for a moment before he kicks back to reality and screams at Mack to bring it...Mack slowly reaches down and picks up one half of one of the broken tubes and twirls it in his hand. Mack begins to move towards Mal who slides out of the ring quickly which doesn’t deter Mack at all who follows him out only to be met with Mal sliding back into the ring and running over to the duffel bag...as Mack slides back in, Mal kicks him in the stomach forcing him to take a knee for a moment as he grabs an old 8x10 of Levi Russow...and a staple gun. After a second of spitting at the fans, Mal staples the picture to Mack’s forehead!)
JR Freeman: Mal making HIS intentions clear now! How symbolic is THIS partner!?
(Mal picks up half a pool noodle wrapped in barbed wire and starts going to town on Mack who screams with every shot until Mal flies into a furious frenzy flinging the barbed wire over Mack so hard and so fast the barbed wire comes unwrapped from the noodle! As Mal throws the noodle in anger, we see the angry welts and multiple shallow cuts forming and bleeding on Mack but as Mal turns around, Mack headbutts him in the crotch! Mal winces in pain as the fans chant “YOU DESERVE IT!” while he drops to his knees! Mack tears the staple out of his own head and looks at the picture of Levi before sticking a middle finger in the pictures face...and then sticking his middle finger in MAL’S face before grabbing his hand, putting the portrait in between Mal’s fingers, and screaming “SHALL I!?” to the fans who roar in approval as Mack begins giving Mal papercuts in between all of his fingers! Mal flails and screams in agony as Mack walks over to the duffle bag and pulls out...epsom salt?)
Alfonso Banks: I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO BE SICK!
JR Freeman: Is Mack looking to add some quite literal salt to the wounds!?
(Mack does, INDEED, just that...as he stomps on Mal’s left hand and begins coating his freeshly bleeding papercuts with a layer of salt as Mal absolutely shrieks in pain as Mack repeats the same on Mal’s other hand. Mal kneels in the middle of the ring screaming and just looking at his hands that he’s viciously shaking trying to get the salt out as Mack picks the broken light tube back up and he...takes a bite out of the jagged end!? He spits the particles at Mal’s hands!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS! Folks if this were happening anywhere outside of the PWS arena, they’d be arresting these men for assault and probably attempted murder, do NOT try this at home!
(While Mal is screaming...Mack slides out of the ring, reaches into the duffel bag, and produces lighter fluid! He douses one of the tables on the outside with it and lights it on fire! He turns and climbs back up onto the ring apron where we see Mal has sucked it up as Mal springboards with a MASSIVE springboard cutter driving Mack face first through the fiery table! Mack flails and screams in absolute agony as Mal pats the back of his head making sure he didn’t catch some residual flame as well as Mal sits up breathing heavily, still shaking his hands...Mack is still rolling as Mal lifts him up and slides him back into the ring going for a cover!
1!
2!
THRE-MACK SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!!!
JR Freeman: THESE TWO MEN ARE LOONIER THAN BUGS BUNNY!!!
(Mal screams in frustration before looking at the barely moving Mack...as he slides back out of the ring going under the apron to pull out a regular chair...a barbed wire wrapped chair...and two...cinder blocks!?)
JR Freeman: Ohhhh my God…
(Mal slides back into the ring and clubs Mack over the back with the barbed wire chair as he unfolds the regular chair and sets it up before going to the corner where there are bags of items hanging off the turnbuckles. He grabs the top one and turns opening it up and dumping it’s contents on the steel chair...the chair is now covered in hundreds of thumbtacks!)
Alfonso Banks: WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE POINTY THINGS!?
JR Freeman: This ain’t your granny’s sewing circle! Malachi is living up to his “Pure Malice” nickname!
(Mal lifts the barely conscious Mack up onto his feet and positions him with a standing uranage sending him crashing through the thumbtack ridden chair as he follows through with a standing moonsault! Mack is absolutely screaming bloody murder in agony as Mal rolls off to the side picking a few thumbtacks out of his legs! Both men take a beat before Mal pulls Mack up and leans him weakly against the ropes as he screams “YOU’RE FUCKING DONE!” as Mal runs to the opposite rope but on the rebound he gets back body dropped by a desperate Mack OVER the top rope straight through one of the positioned panels of glass on the outside! The glass disintegrates upon impact as Mal stays in a fetal position giving himself a systems check as the fans chant “HOLY SHIT!” and “YOU SICK FUCK!” for the fourth time so far in this match. Mack can’t capitalize...his skin singed, his back looking like a bad session of acupuncture gone wrong...and Mal finally pulls his now bleeding body back into the ring grabbing Mack and struggling to hoist him up in a fireman’s carry next to the bricks!)
JR Freeman: OH NO!!! OH GOD!!! HE’S LOOKING TO DELIVER THAT SICK PURE MALICE ONTO THOSE CONCRETE BRICKS!
(As he does the toss, Mack recovers and slides off behind him quickly picking up the staple gun and popping one in the back of Mal’s head as Mal drops to his knees clawing for the back of his skull. He finally finds it and pulls it out just in time to catch a shot with the barbed wire steel chair square to the back! He crawls forward resting his head on the bottom rope wincing in agony as Mack walks over and steps on the fresh wounds making Mal scream out loud as Mack reaches down and forces Mal to bite the bottom rope quickly as he jumps up hitting the Ambien Alley!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD! AMBIEN ALLEY!
(Mack falls into the cover!)
1!
2!
3...NO KICK OUT! MAL KICKS OUT!
JR Freeman: HOW IN THE HELL!
(The fans are now chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!” repeatedly as Mack runs his fingers through his hair contemplating his next move… as he crawls back up to a standing position with his back turned to his opponent...Mal powers his way up, grabs Mack from behind, and violently throws him face first into the board covered in razor wire! The fans once again chant “HOLY SHIT!” as Mal pulls him out and covers!)
1!
2!
THRE- MACK SOMEHOW KICKS OUT AGAIN!
(The fans begin a raucous round of applause as Mal punches the mat in frustration!)
JR Freeman: Mal wondering what he has to do to keep the ever-resilient Mack McKane down for the count!
(He’s on his knees absolutely glaring at the fans and breathing heavily when all of a sudden a bloodied hand hooks his nose and pulls back! Mal screams in anguish as Mack McKane stands with the picture of Levi Russow. Mack screams “LET’S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!” and sticks the cardboard in Mal’s mouth and viciously rips it giving Mal a Chelsea Grin papercut!)
Alfonso Banks: OH GOD DAMMIT CAN WE STOP WITH THE PAPERCUTS ALREADY!?
(Mal grabs at his mouth as Mack searches frantically for his next move while the fans chant “FIGHT FOREVER!”...and he sees it. He goes to the now broken board of razor wire...and begins wrapping the razor wire around his own arm!)
JR Freeman: What the Hell is this kid thinking!?
(Blood is dripping from his entire arm now as he gets a good coverage on it and he turns pulling Malachi up but unbeknownst to him...Malachi has grabbed a light tube! Mal swings for the fences!...
…
…
...HE MISSES! The light tube drops out of his hand as Mack reaches around grabbing his still bleeding hand and whips him around connecting with a HELLACIOUS Crimson Rainmaker with the razor wire wrapped arm to the chest and neck! They both drop, Mack is in a pinning situation!)
1!!!!
2!!!!!
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…...3!!!
(The bell rings as Mack rips the razor wire off his arm as he collapses back into one of the corners laying his head on the bottom rope breathing heavily and looking at the unmoving Mal with a twisted smile on his completely crimson coated face. Mack has no natural skin color showing...he is completely bloodsoaked...as is Malachi who is bleeding even worse from the razor wire. Mal comes to and slowly brings himself to a kneeling position. He grabs his head and screams in anger and agony throwing himself face first down to the mat covering his own head. Mack sees how hard he’s taking it and looks behind him...next thing Mal knows, he’s being tapped on the back. Mal rises back to his knees as he sees Mack drop to his knee in front of him…
...offering him the beer from the beginning of the match.
Mal looks around still absolutely glaring at the fans but he quickly snatches the beer out of Mack’s hand who smiles and cracks his own. They both toast in respect as Mack helps Mal up to his feet and raises his arm for a second before Mal pulls away and drops sliding under the bottom rope sitting on the apron wincing...Mack limps around the ring raising the barbed wire wrapped chair in victory and drinking his beer heartily as Bella Madison comes bolting to ringside to check on Malachi. She has a rag and wipes the blood from his face until more pours out as she wraps his arm around her shoulder and she helps him to the back...Mack finally drops after finishing his beer and rolls out of the ring calling for a couple referees to assist him as he limps to the back…)
JR Freeman: That was brutal...gory...grotesque...and AWESOME!!!
Alfonso Banks: How can these so called “ultraviolent” matches be good for business!?
JR Freeman: Partner did you even SEE what I just saw! The passion! The intensity! That’s a match of the year candidate if I ever saw one!
Alfonso Banks: ...if you say so…
(We cut to a video package and a few commercials before the final segment.)
WINNER= MACK MCKANE
JR Freeman: Well fans I don’t know how the Hell either one of those men are alive but good GOD what a grotesque spectacle we just witnessed!
Alfonso Banks: JR I think I’m still gonna be sick...THAT much blood shouldn’t come out of any human beings.
JR Freeman: That’ll about wrap it up for us toni-
(Suddenly the lights kick out and a voice screams…)
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!”
(Instead of pyro however, “All I Want” by A Day To Remember plays over the PA system but a single spotlight shines down in the middle of the blood-soaked ring and the fans go absolutely apeshit at the sight of the second generation young gunslinger...Jack Russow! He stands with his left hand behind his back and his right hand stretched to the sky looking up at the rafters as he makes a quick “cut it” motion and the lights kick on and we see a microphone in his left hand as his right holds out the lapel of the leather jacket he’s wearing.)
Jack Russow: Y’know-
(The fans hijack with a chant of “BABY ICEMAN!” and Jack gives them a cheeky wink before continuing.)
Jack Russow: Nah...I rock this WAY better!
(The fans errupt with cheers as Jack looks somberly at the jacket.)
JR Freeman: This poor kid has had his world rocked these past few months, as his Uncle Jesse’s entrance music so eloquently puts...here’s the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Jack Russow: Y’know when I took up this mantle...when I GRABBED...my BIRTHRIGHT. I was told “You can never stand where he stood...you will never be your father.” And for awhile? I was afraid...I was afraid they were right! The almighty Levi Russow...his shadow casts over CONTINENTS. How could I...EVER...live up to my last name. And then...this happened…
(Jack points to the tron where a compilation video of Levi’s most heinous acts since giving in to Syn plays as Jack watches with a defiant look in his eyes as it ends with a shot of his love Alanah O’Connell, his best friend Mack McKane, and himself standing in front of his “father” against all odds.)
Jack Russow: ...NOW I’m afraid that they’re wrong. See NOW...NOW I’m afraid that I WILL become my…”father”. Because the man I see week in and week out...that ain’t him. ‘Lanah, Mack, and I did what we did because even though I told her I was done with her...I’m not letting the blood of Bella Madison stain the Russow name. I’m not letting some sideshow FREAK...some false prophet ruin everything that I know STILL exists somewhere deep down.
...and I’m not leaving until...one way or another...I bring you back.
(The fans applaud as Jack glares coldly into the camera.)
Jack Russow: ...so here’s your shot, big man...this is it. THIS is the night I call the old man out. But I want...YOU. I don’t want your freaks. I don’t want your overweight speak ‘n spell. I want Levi...FUCKING...Russ-
(“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts playing as Levi Russow saunters out onto the ramp...by himself. His eyes especially darker...he looks terrible. Like he hasn’t slept in weeks. His hair was wild, his attire unkempt...this wasn’t Levi Russow...this was some sort of animal. He slides into the ring and takes a microphone before circling Jack like a hunting Lion. Jack is unphased...he stands perfectly still glaring straight ahead as Levi slinks around and squares up to meet his gaze.)
Levi Russow: The prodigal so-
Jack Russow: Shut your mouth.
(The fans let out a massive ‘OOOOH!” Levi cackles happily clapping his hands.)
Jack Russow: You tried...to set Bella...on fire. OUR Bella.
Levi Russow: And I’ll be taking my pound of flesh outta you for stopping me!
Jack Russow: What the HELL is wrong with you!? Is this your “legend”? Are you so afraid of being forgotten that you would just as soon burn the Hall of Fame as represent it!?
Levi Russow: This company...was reborn...to spite me. I gave these people...EVERYTHING! I REOPENED PWS...I GAVE THEM THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM! And they went behind my BACK! ALL of you! I gave! And I gave! And you took! And you took! And FOR WHAT!? Cast your stones at me, boy...but who’s only here to beg for his “inheritance”!?
Jack Russow: I’M HERE FOR MY FATHER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
(That makes the fans pop like crazy as Levi, if for a fleeting second, has a look of pained sorrow on his face before it turns back into a glare.)
Levi Russow: I am not your father, boy...you disgraced me...I cast you out!
Jack Russow: Yeah you said a lot of real pretty words didn’t you...but I chose...NOT to give up...on YOU.
Levi Russow: *laughing coldly* on ME!? Well that’s real touching, I’m REALLY MOVED!
Jack Russow: I KNOW you’re still in there. I KNOW there’s still good in you! GO. HOME! Mom needs you...Rosie needs you...Charlie needs you! You’re missing your other kids’ lives needlessly! Don’t even do it for ME! I’m gonna BE okay!
...but it will be a cold day in HELL before I let you fuck up my siblings.
(The fans create a new chant…”JACK RU-SSOW! JACK RU-SSOW!”)
Jack Russow: Please...dad...I DON’T wanna do this just...can’t you see he’s only using you to fit the means to his ends?
(Levi goes to viciously slap Jack but Jack catches his hand and places it against his heart.)
Jack Russow: THIS. RIGHT HERE. YOU FEEL THAT HEARTBEAT!? THAT’S REAL! THAT IS YOUR FAMILY! NOT THESE RINGLING BROTHERS REJECTS!!!
(We see Levi stare at his hand...feeling the heartbeat of his firstborn son...in that moment his face spoke volumes. Every memory came flooding back...Elise’s funeral...his first day at PWSi as a single father getting help from Star Stormz...every birthday, every celebration, the birth of the twins...his marriage to Emma...it all came flooding back and we see his lip start to quiver...and his eyes grow wide as he looks into Jack’s eyes reaching out his free hand to touch his face.)
Levi Russow: ...my Jack…
Jack Russow: ....hi Dad.
(Levi moves in closer when over the speaker we hear a whispered voice call…)
“...end him…”
(Levi’s eyes suddenly snapped back to the dark and cold...Jack sees this and begins begging his dad to stay with him…
...and that’s when Levi viciously headbutts him in the nose.
The crowd erupts with a chorus of boos as Jack falls like a ton of bricks...Levi paces back and forth pulling at his own hair screaming at Jack…)
Levi Russow: WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LEAVE!!! WHY!?
(Levi mounts and starts raining down hard right hands on his son as he pulls him up and we see Jack’s nose is gushing blood as Levi looks around...the remnants of the Hardcore match still lingering. Levi grabs the nailed baseball bat and rakes it across Jack’s forehead opening him up to bleed like a stuck pig. Levi hammers Jack in the midsection with the bat and Jack drops like a lump as Levi paces more...until Jack defiantly gets back up on his knees! Levi looks bewildered as Jack spits blood, snarls, and begs Levi to bring it. Levi drops the bat and picks up the barbed wire wrapped pool noodle as he whips it HARD against Jack’s back! Jack screams in agony hitting his stomach again as Levi screams…)
Levi Russow: STAY DOWN! STAY! DOWN!
(But being his father’s son...Jack rises to his knees again...weak, dizzy, spitting blood at Levi again with a double bird flipped his way. Levi has tears in his eyes.)
Levi Russow: PLEASE...DON’T...MAKE ME DO THIS!!!
Voice over PA: FINISH HIM!!!
(Levi picks the bat back up and holds it against his own head visibly sobbing...as he slowly looks at what’s left of his son...still defiant on his knees...the same determined glare Levi has had in his career so many times. They lock eyes...Jack sees Levi is crying...and weakly proclaims…)
Jack Russow: ...it’s...it’s alright...it’s alright…
(Levi cries harder then shrieks out in anguish as he rears the bat over his head...the fans are screaming “NO! NO! NO! NO!” at the top of their lungs…
…
…
...and that’s when “Wings of a Butterfly” by H.I.M hits the PA system and the roof absolutely comes off the arena!!!)
JR Freeman: OHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOD!!!
Alfonso Banks: WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL!? SHOULDN’T SHE BE IN A KITCHEN SOMEWHERE!?
JR Freeman: YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, ALFONSO...THE FIRST EVER PWS QUEEN OF THE RING, FORMER VIXXXENS CHAMPION...AND RESIDENT MAMA BEAR IS BACK!!!
(The fans somehow get even louder as Emma Russow stomps out onto the ramp...dressed to the nines in her old ring gear! She’s tightly fastening one of her gloves and she is glaring absolute daggers through her estranged husband. Levi drops to his knees with a look of absolute terror on his face as Jack...wearily...cracks a smile before dropping face first to the mat.)
JR Freeman: EMMA RUSSOW HAS SEEN ENOUGH!!! OH MIOS DIOS!!!
(Emma makes an absolute beeline for the ring grabbing a fluorescent lightbulb on her way but right before she slides into the ring...the lights kick out and kick back on and the Reverend Synister himself stands at the bottom of the ramp between her and Levi with his arms outstretched cackling like a maniac. The fans instantly begin chanting “FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!” as Syn is spouting his sermon to the deaf ears of a woman scorned...she nods seemingly in approval before wheeling back and smashing the lightbulb INTO Syn’s face! Syn hits his knees and screams in agony as the blood begins to pour as he tries to dig the shards out and Levi looks absolutely...petrified.)
JR Freeman: DO GOD’S BLEED? THEY DO NOW!!!
Alfonso Banks: NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT TO SYN BEFORE!!!
(Emma slides under the ring completely disappearing...Levi leans forward holding onto the bottom rope looking down at the ground trying to see where she went as she slides out the other side wielding a fire axe!!! She slides in the ring and slings the axe over her shoulder!)
JR Freeman: The Mack McKane Special!!!
Alfonso Banks: GET THE COPS OUT HERE, THAT’S GONNA BE MANSLAUGHTER!!!
JR Freeman: THE LESSON HERE IS...DON’T FUCK WITH A WOMAN’S KID!!!
(Levi stands up running his hands through his hair until he feels the crowd and the presence as he slowly turns around with his hands outstretched…”I’m sorry! I...I don’t know what happened! I did what I was told to d-” as Emma uppercuts the axe handle between his legs! Levi screams in absolute agony as the blade part grazes straight up his ass crack as Emma reaches out...takes Levi’s head...leans him forward and kisses him on the forehead before stating…)
Emma Russow: ...not MY son you bitch!
(And with one jolt...Emma yanks the axe forward! The sound that escapes Levi’s mouth can only be described as...if a velociraptor got a dry enema? That. Levi shrieks and falls down to his knees as Emma drops the axe...but she picks Levi up...stares at the bewildered and agony-ridden Syn, flips him off with her free hand...and gives her own husband a Syn With A Grin! Levi absolutely splatters to the mat as Emma rolls back up to one knee absolutely snarling at Syn who has slid in and pulled Levi out...Syn, for maybe the first time ever, has a look of unmitigated fear on his face as he snaps and the lights go out and when they come back on...Syn and Levi are gone.)
JR Freeman: I GUESS EMMA RUSSOW THOUGHT SHE COULD SAVE MONEY BY GIVING HER HUBBY A HOMEMADE VASECTOMY, MADRE DE DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: Okay NOW I’m gonna be sick!!!
(Emma rolls Jack over onto his back as he regains consciousness smiling at her as she returns his smile before throwing up the X as EMT’s and a very concerned Alanah O’Connell rush from the back to help her son.)
JR Freeman: Partner I can’t believe the absolute carnage...the MAYHEM we experienced here tonight!
Alfonso Banks: WHERE’S THE PUKE BUCKET!?
JR Freeman: And on that note, we thank you all for joining us and THAT...was one HELLUVA Riot!!!