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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Oct 17, 2019 15:50:21 GMT -5
PWS APEX Presents: Friday Night Riot
Suwon Gymnasium
Suwon, South Korea
Show Date: 10/25/19
Main Event Daniel Russow v Malachi
RP due by 10/23/19 by 11:59pm eastern
300 min 3000 max
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Post by Daniel Russow on Oct 24, 2019 1:51:20 GMT -5
Scene One
(The scene opens with Daniel Russow and Nick Madison in the training center, as they’re talking while Daniel is lifting some weights and Nick is spotting for him.)
Daniel Russow: Hey man, thanks for training with me.
Nick Madison: No problem, I wanna make sure you’re mind is right for this match. Things have been getting really heated between you and Alexis, so I wanna make sure you won’t let your anger get the best of you, since you’re not facing her this week.
Daniel Russow: Yeah, I know I gotta focus on Mal. Gotta forget about homewrecker for now.
Nick Madison: Tell ya what, lets put in some workout music. It’ll help clear you’re mind.
(Nick walks over and turns on the radio, as “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” comes on.)
Daniel Russow: What the-
Nick Madison; Let’s. Get down. To business. To defeat. The Huns…
Daniel Russow: Dude what the fuck?
Nick Madison: What?
Daniel Russow: Mulan? We’re not even in China anymore.
Nick Madison: You’re gonna be a father soon. You’re gonna have to be down with Disney.
Daniel Russow: Dude, when I first proposed to Audrey, I did it at Disneyworld. When she told me she was pregnant, we were at Disneyland. Trust me, I’m down with the house of mouse.
Nick Madison: It’s more than just saying the words dude. It’s a whole attitude. You’re a Russow so I know it’s hard, it was hard as hell for me to wrap my mind around the concept of being a dad. You remember I was the daredevil smartass who didn’t care what kinda shit I got into, but that all changes when you have a little one that’s gonna be looking up to every single thing you do. I know you don’t see yourself as a role model, but for this kid, you’re gonna have to be.
Daniel Russow: You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know that Alexis has a point when she talks about how can I be a good father when I didn’t grow up with one? You think I’m not freaked the fuck out about all of it? How the fuck am I supposed to raise a kid?
Nick Madison: You and Audrey will figure it out. But in the meantime, you need to trlax and focus on the task at hand.
Daniel Russow: Speaking of which, I need to go see a brunette about a thing. Thanks again for the workout.
(DNiel packs up his things and leaves, as the scene fades.)
Scene Two
(The footage starts rolling with Daniel Russow holding the camera at arm’s length, head draped in one of the backstage areas, as he’s sat on some crates. He lets out a sigh before he starts to talk.)
Daniel Russow: Ssssoooooo much shit goin on ‘round here. Family issues, suspensions, and backstage brawls. It’s really a madhouse here. You might say that I wouldn’t have it any other way. You might be right. But as for this week, as much as I might like it when things get balls to the wall crazy, that simply can’t happen. I’ve got a match against Malachi. Now, I haven’t always thought much of Mal, but I guess I’ve recently seen him in a new light. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s still a dick, but I do see the way he’s there for Bella, how he takes care of her. Some might say that she’s made him soft, but I don’t believe that. I’m sure he’s still the same sick twisted son of a bitch he’s always been, he’s just found a reason not to be that guy all the time I get that, I do. And I saw what Mal did for the family at Dishonored. Standing by everyone else. I’m sure a lot of good is gonna come to Mal, unfortunately for him, that won’t be the case this week. I hope he enjoyed his time in Hawaii, cause his trip to South Korea won’t be a friendly one for him. Ya see, I’ve had some time to think about some things. I’ve had some time to think about what’s been happening. Etween me and homewrecker. I’ve had some time to think about the wars that have been going on on social media. I’ve had some time to think of what I’m gonna do when I become a dad. It’s safe to say I’ve had a lot on my mind, and the best way I’ve found to clear my head from all the bullshit? Stepping in between the ropes and running with the violence. We only get so long in this business, so I’m gonna fight while I still can, while I still got it in me. In the meantime, I’m gonna put up one hell of a fight and remind everyone why the name Russow is the single greatest name in PWS history, not Shane, not Lopez, not any Aussies or Brits, and as much as I love them, not Madison. I’m going to remind everyone that I’m not just my brother’s brother.
(Daniel lets out another sigh, as he lifts the camera.)
Daniel Russow: I am going to Riot and I am going to beat Malachi. I am then going to take the PWS World Heavyweight Championship from Alexis Makarios. Then I’ll defend the title against any little brash cocky sons of bitches who wanna step up. Then, down the line, my wife and I are gonna welcome a kid into this world, and as proud as I’ll be to become champion, that day, that moment will be the proudest of my life. One of these days, I’ll hang up my boots. But before I do, I’m gonna go down as one of the best in history, and you all can try and stop me, you can try to stand in my way, but I’d suggest against it. You’ll only get burned.
(Daniel hops down off the crates.)
Daniel Russow: Bring the fight this week, Malachi. You’re gonna need it. You’re in for one hell of a ride. See ya out there.
(Daniel ends the recording, as the footage cuts to black.)
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Post by Malachi on Oct 24, 2019 1:55:46 GMT -5
October 11 Half-hour before Riot Beijing, China
“You have GOT to be fuckin’ kidding me!”
Gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists in his lap, Malachi stared out the window of the taxi as it sat idle in the middle of a massive traffic jam in downtown Beijing. Beside him, Bella Madison grabbed one of his hands and rubbed her thumb along his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down.
“The fuck’s the holdup, anyways? We’ve been sat here for twenty minutes!” Mal said.
The cab driver, a middle-aged Chinese man, turned around to look at him. “Car,” he said, before smacking his hands together and making an explosion sound.
Mal raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Car crash up ahead on the highway,” Bella said. “Looks like it happened about an hour ago.” She showed him her phone, where she was reading a translated tweet from a local Chinese news site. Mal groaned and flopped back in his seat, running his hands down his face in frustration.
“Fuck’s sake! We’ll never get to the arena at this fuckin’ rate!”
“I know you’re upset you’re going to miss your match-”
“I couldn’t give two shits about that, I can beat that shitheel in five seconds. I wanna be there to see Alanah kick the absolute holy hell out of Miles and win that title.”
Bella rolled her eyes. “Well, by the sounds of things, we’re gonna be stuck here for a few hours. We won’t get there in time.”
“Fuck it.” Mal pulled out his wallet and handed the cab driver a few bills before opening the door and exiting the cab, walking to the back and opening the trunk to get their bags.
Bella followed him out. “What are you doing?” she said.
“We gotta get to the arena one way or another,” he said. “It’s either we start walking or we sit and wait in this fuckin’ dog’s breakfast until tomorrow morning, the way things are moving at this pace.”
Bella sighed, grabbing the handle of her bag. “Lead the way, Magellan.”
Mal glared at her playfully, before pulling out his phone and tapping the screen a few times, raising it up to his ear. “Stormz, it’s Malachi. Look, we’ve had a bit of a situation…”
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This Week Honolulu, Hawaii
The skies were blue, the waters were sparkling, and the wind was gently blowing. All in all, if Malachi didn’t know any better, he would have sworn he was in heaven.
If it weren’t for his bruised ribs aggravating him every time he so much as breathed.
Even still, the injuries he sustained in his cage match against his brother Lachlan in SCW this past Sunday weren’t enough to dampen his spirits, as he sat on the patio of the rented cabana he was sharing with Bella Madison for the duration of their time in Hawaii, until they had to fly out to South Korea for the next edition of Friday Night Riot. Dressed in a pair of loose shorts with sunglasses covering his eyes, he sat back in his deck chair with his hands behind his head, shooting his signature smirk at the camera.
“Well, well, well...would you look at that. Another main event spot for me. And it’s not even my birthday. Seems like someone in management really likes me.” He lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head, flashing his steely blue gaze at the camera lens. “And what’s this? It’s even against the number one contender to the World title?” He tapped a finger to his chin. “Now, when I beat his sorry ass in the middle of that ring on Friday night, whatever could that mean?” He snapped his fingers. “Why, I believe that would mean I become the new number one contender, wouldn’t it?”
He sat up from his reclined position, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward slightly. “But nah, you’re too much of a coward to put your contendership on the line, aren’t you Danny boy? It’s the only thing of value you have to your name. Everyone knows you’re the inferior Russow. Besides that fluke win over Jenn Carpenter, what exactly have you done around here? You tried to join up with the Darkest Carnival, but that was dropped faster than a whore’s knickers for a tenner. What changed your tune, hmmm? The fact that you’re about to become a daddy? Or maybe it was the fact that you knew you picked the wrong side. You wanted to try and make yourself into some big scary boogeyman, until you looked at who you’d be going up against and promptly shat yourself. So you acted like it never happened.” Malachi snorted out a laugh. “Pick a script and stick to it, shitheel. I may be an asshole, but at least I’m consistent.”
He got up off the chair and walked over to the railing of the patio, leaning against it and gazing out across the glittering turquoise waters of the Pacific Ocean. “You know, you really should consider yourself lucky that it’s me you’re facing. I mean, not that lucky, considering I’m going to wipe the fuckin’ mat with your ugly mug, but considering the warpath that Mack McKane is on towards the current champ, I’d say I’m the lesser of two evils. Then again, it’s entirely possible that he’s just completely forgotten that you’re the number one contender to the title. Not surprising, considering you haven’t done fuck all since winning the contendership. If I were you - and I thank God everyday that I’m not - I’d be taking every opportunity I could to make sure that little miss champ knew that I was hot on her heels. But you’re just content to sit back and collect a paycheck for doing abso-fuckin’-lutely nothing. What’s your plan if by some miracle you actually manage to take the belt off Alexis, hmm? Just go into hiding and hope that everyone forgets about you?” He let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Yeah, not bloody likely. You get that belt, you’ve got the world’s biggest target on your back. And there won’t be a place you can hide. See, if you were a smart man, you’d put your contendership on the line in this match, because we all know how it’s going to end anyways. Bell rings, I drop you on your empty head, and pin you 1-2-3. And then maybe Alexis gets a real challenge on her hands, not some poor man’s Russow.” He smirked deviously. “Because let’s face it, that’s all you are. You’re a sad, sorry imitation of Levi, living in his shadow and desperately clinging to his coattails, hoping for any scrap of recognition you can get just because you happen to share his last name. Well, come this Friday, I’ll be more than happy to make you famous...but not in the way you’re probably hoping for.”
As he finished his spiel, he looked over his shoulder to see Bella come out from the cabin, dressed in a royal blue bikini. She winked at him as she passed by, heading towards the stairs that led directly into the water. Mal smirked as he turned his gaze back to the camera. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He slid his sunglasses back over his eyes as he walked off-screen, the camera cutting out to black.
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