Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Dec 7, 2019 2:02:22 GMT -5
(The cameras flicker to life in the SOLD OUT Tokyo Dome! The fans are on their feet, cheering, as the camera pans before settling on the announcer table.)
Alf: HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO THE SOLD OUT TOKYO DOME! I'm Alfonso Banks
JR: And I'm JR Freeman! Tonight, PWS:Apex presents LAST RITES! It's a historic night INDEED!
Alf: That's right! We have a lot going on! We are going to see the debut of our newest superstar, Wallace.
JR: He will be going at it in a triple threat with Miss Puppies and Richard Rider in what should prove to be a very interesting match.
Alf: And don't forget that local troublemaker Jinx is taking on rising talent Morgan Baker in a singles match.
JR: Morgan has been quite impressive lately. But Jinx has turned heads... and not always in the best way.
Alf: That's true, she is on Stormz's shit list, that's for sure. But let's not overlook a match that is months in making...
JR: I assume you are talking about the "Next Generation" battle between 2 very influential families within the PWS... The Lopez's and the Madison/O'Neils?
Alf: That's exactly what I'm talking about. Last time these two faced off it was interrupted and the fans didn't get to see a true finish. So tonight, with a mutual hatred of a certain person who I have been instructed not to name on camera, they face off a second time.
JR: This time... we are sure to see one emerge victorious! Talk about something big on the line... pride for your family name!
Alf: Way to up the ante!
JR: Speaking of upping the ante... Mack McKane, Collateral Damage Champion, has issued an open challenge to anyone... anywhere... I wonder who is going to show up?
Alf: We have heard that Richard Rider is going to be there, and that Heather Haze is returning in the challenge!
JR: Let's just see if Mack has the cojones to survive his own challenge.
Alf: We will see! And we will also see Alanah O'Connell in her first defense as the United Champion. She is defending against Cynthia Hellsing in what is sure to be a unforgettable match.
JR: That's right! Cynthia is hungry for that gold. It has elude her one too many times.
Alf: But don't forget tonight's main event! Alexis Makarios defends her title against Daniel Russow and Malachi in what will undoubtedly be a match of the year candidate!
JR: Hell in a Cell!!! What a way to end the year here in PWS:APEX!
Alf: Well, let's not waste ANY more time an get straight into our first match, shall we?
Jinx vs. Morgan Baker
(Krewella- Killin it starts to play over the PA system, Morgan Baker steps out on stage to a crowd reaction, She nods at the support of the fans before walking down the ramp towards the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: First making her way down to the ring, from London England, Morgan Baker!
JR Freeman: She’s showing promise since moving from the system.
Alf: She has, but she still hasn’t found a way to put people away. Hopefully, she figures it out tonight. She needs a win.
(Drop dead Cynical- Amaranthe starts to play across the PA system, Jinx makes her way down the ramp now)
Meg Reynolds: And her Opponent from Vancouver BC Canada, Jinx!
JR freeman: she’s making her in-ring debut here for Apex, but she’s wrestled around the wrestling business, so she knows how to get it done in the ring.
Alf: I’m worried about the layoff she had. I mean she hasn’t really wrestled much in the last year or so… not that my knowledge anyway. Unless someone gave me the wrong Info but it couldn’t be, Nanners knows what he’s doing on research.
Jr Freeman: The match is about to start now that both girls are in the ring.
(The bell rings for the match to begin as Jinx and Morgan Baker are standing across from each other. They start to do some chain wrestling to start, Baker gets the advantage in the early part of the match, after the exchange is done, Baker remains in control of the match after a shoulder tackle to Jinx. Baker quickly goes for a pin…)
1……
(Jinx kicks out at the pin attempt, she shakes her head before getting back up on her feet. Baker, however, stays on the attack, not letting Jinx breath, which is smart for the younger wrestler to do.)
JR Freeman: You think it’s good that Morgan is doing this?
ALF: Short answer? Yes. In the past, Jinx is known for not letting her opponents get anything on her. This is Morgan Baker’s biggest challenge to date, and she’s off to a good start so far.
JR Freeman: It’s still the early going of the match.
(Baker throws Jinx into the corner, and she tries to ram her shoulder into the stomach of Jinx. It wasn’t one of her brightest ideas, Jinx sidestepped her at the last second, it sent Baker crashing into the ring post shoulder first and then she falls out of the ring to the arena floor below. The fight spills to the outside for the time being, not long, but enough for Jinx to get back into the match. She throws Baker shoulder first into the ring steps. The shoulder is the part of the body that Jinx starts to work on now, after a bit, she throws Baker back into the ring. Back in the ring now, Jinx is still working on Baker’s shoulder.)
Alf: That’s what Baker needed to avoid, but she has her back against the wall now. She has to figure out how to get out of it.
Jr Freeman: It all started after she flew shoulder first into the ring post. Jinx is like a shark smelling blood right now.
Alf: She is. Morgan Baker needs to find a way to fight back if not, this match is done.
(Jinx stays on the attack for a bit more before Morgan starts to make a comeback and she does! She has Jinx rattled to a point where she had to take cover by the ropes and use the ropes to her advantage. The ref calls for a rope break, and It makes Morgan back off. A clean break happens, but Jinx stays on the attack afterward. She starts to show off her speed, so much so, Morgan couldn’t keep up with her, and that frustrates her.)
JR Freeman: Morgan looks like she’s frustrated here.
Alf: It’s something she can’t do, and she’s showing it. It’s going to be her downfall if she’s showing this type of emotion.
(The match keeps going. Morgan Baker finally stops Jinx’s momentum, Jinx tried to do a springboard forearm but Morgan cut her off with a stiff uppercut that rattles Jinx’s teeth. A pin attempt happens.)
1……
2……..
(Jinx kicks out at the count of 2.)
Jr Freeman: That was a stiff shot the head by Morgan there!
Alf: It was a clean shit. But Jinx got her lights knocked out by that for sure. Not sure how Jinx can recover from this.
(Baker remains in control of the match for a little while until Jinx finds a way to get back into the match. Jinx finally does, she’s still not feeling too steady on her feet. Once in control of the match, Jinx doesn’t let it go now. She starts to dominate the last parts of the match, as she’s done playing around with Baker.)
Alf: Baker is starting to lose control of this match, She needs to get Jinx off her feet again. She did it before, Jinx is still unsteady when it comes to her balance.
(But none of that happens as Jinx becomes too much for Baker to overcome. Jinx hits the Phantom Dancer on Baker before going for the Howling abyss, which she connects, she goes for the cover.)
1………
2……..
3!
Jr Freeman: Morgan had a good showing but at the end of the day, she was overpowered by Jinx.
Alf: She showed good effort, that uppercut she gave, she could have used it more to her advantage but something for her to learn.
WINNER = JINX
We open up to see a sea of large Pikachus and Eevees marching outside the Tokyo Dome.
Alfonso: Pikachu?
JR: There's only 1 person this could be...
One of the Pikachus was a different shade than the others. They stopped and the shiny Pikachu takes off their head and it was Cynthia Hellsing. The crowd cheered as she stripped the costume and was dressed as Ash from the Pokémon series.
Cynthia (shifting her hat backwards): Let’s go get this championship!
Cynthia matched with the costumed Pokémon inside the arena.
Alfonso: Appears that she is ready for her title match tonight
JR: And that she brought some... good luck charms? Some back up? A posse?
Alfonso: A posse of Pokemon? She's a unique one, that Cynthia.
Wallace vs. Miss Puppies vs. Richard Rider
Meg Reynolds: First in the ring, Miss Puppies!
Jr Freeman: Puppies the ring vet of this match, she’s been wrestling everywhere, former champion too.
Meg Reynolds: and Her opponent, Wallace!
Jr Freeman: Nothing is known on Wallace.
Alf: Who is this guy?
Meg Reynolds: and Dick Rider!
Alf: Dick my man! This guy has a future to him, He’s going to world champion on day, he’s gonna take his dick and show it to the world!
JR Freeman: HUH!?
(The bell rings for the match to start, Wallace, Puppies, and Ryder all circle each other to start. All of them are deciding who’s going to be the first one to make the move when Wallace decided he wanted to be that person. He tackles Puppies to the ground with a double leg takedown and mounts on top of her. Puppies don’t seem to mind all that much that Wallace is on top of him, in fact, she’s into it. Dick Ryder watches what’s going on and he can’t believe his eyes, He kicks Wallace in the head then tosses him out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: I’m not sure what I just saw….
Alf: Puppies up to what she knows best, making people uncomfortable. But, Rider is here to make things right and thank god for it, this would have turned into a triple X video that only vin diesel would like.
JR Freeman: …..
(Back to the action now, we see Dick all over Puppies right now. He has her up against the far corner ramming his shoulder into her stomach, he’s not in the mood to play around and he’s showing just that. After ramming his shoulder into Puppies stomach a few times, he throws her down the mat with a bodyslam and goes for the pin.)
1……..
2………..
(She throws her shoulder up at the count of 2. Puppies fight back into the match. Puppies and Dick throw fists at each other to the crowd’s delight.)
JR Freeman: They’re really going at it here.
Alf: I love it. Hopefully, Puppies slaps on the dick lock.
Jr Freeman: What!?
(Match moves forward, Puppies and Dick are still fighting it out in the middle of the ring, Wallace… still nowhere to be found. He took a mighty big shot to the head to be gone this long, but we’ll focus on the 2 in the ring right now. Back and forth the match goes, Pinfall after pinfall… 3 in total. The match remains close, till the end. Wallace comes back into the match and he tries to roll up Dick Rider for the win, but that distracts him enough for Puppies to throw out of the ring. Puppies grab Wallace by his pants and roll him up. She hangs on to the tights.)
1……
2……..
3!
Jr Freeman: Wow.
Alf: That…. I didn’t see coming.
Jr Freeman: I didn’t either.
WINNER= MISS PUPPIES
(We come back to ringside, when suddenly “The Safety of Disbelief" by Light The Torch blares over the sound system as Michael O’Neil steps out on the stage to a huge ovation from the capacity crowd.)
JR Freeman: Hey! Look who it is! Michael O’Neil!
Alf: What a reaction from the crowd here.
JR Freeman: It makes sense. Mike is a rather big name here in Japan, after spending a large ampunt of his career here in the country.
(He makes his way down the ramp, high giving the fans, and slides into the ring and stands dead center just taking it in before bouncing off the ropes and slides on his knees raising his fist as his music begins to fade out. He walks over and grabs a microphone.)
Michael O’Neil: Kon’nichiwa Tokyo!
(The fans cheer.)
Michael O’Neil: Man have I missed you guys. I just wanted to come out here-
(Suddenly, Mike’s microphone is cut.)
JR Freeman: Uhh
Alf: Mike, we cant hear you!
JR Freeman: What’s going on?
(Once Mike realizes there’s no sound coming out of the mic, he tries tapping it, when the lights in the Tokyo Dome go out, leaving the arena in total darkness.)
Alf: What the hell?
JR Freeman: I have no idea…
(The Tron illuminates with an image of a lit fuse, as it goes down the line. The soft opening to “Welcome Home” by Coheed and Cambria plays over the sound system. The fuse draws closer, and when the drums hit, there is an explosion on the screen, and a name appears through the flames. The name reads…)
DAMON
(The crowd buzzes, before erupting into cheers as former PWS superstar, and Japan’s own Damon, makes his way out onto the stage.
JR Freeman: Oh my God! Damon!? The former United champion is here!
Alf: He hasn’t been heard from in so long. What is he doing here? And why now?
(Damon is in a suit and tie, as he makes his way down the ramp. He gets to ringside and walks over to get a mic, before getting up on the apron. He steps into the ring. He walks up to Mike, who holds out his hand to shake Damon’s, but Damon steps in front of Mike, before shocking everyone, as he decks Mike with an overhead kick!)
JR Freeman: What the hell!?
(The fans don’t know what to think at first, but then it becomes obvious as Damon continues his attack on Mike, raining down with punches and kicks. He steps back and lets Mike get to his knees, before Damon damn near kicks his head off with a brutal kick that causes Mike to fall back down to the mat. By this point, the fans are booing loudly, as security rushes the ring to get Damon away from Mike.)
Alf; What in the world has gotten into Damon!? He hasn’t been seen for god knows how long, then he shows up here in Tokyo, and lays waste to Michael O’Neil...why!?
JR Freeman: I wish I could tell you! I don’t even know what to say!
(The fans continue to boo, as Damon is led to the back, and Mike recovers in the ring.)
(Cameras switch to the back as we see Laura Phoenix and Eddie Lopez walking around the hallway, looking like they’re in a bit of a hurry.)
Laura Phoenix: The girls are up next! How the hell did we lose track of time?
Eddie Lopez: Well it’s easy with the pure size of this show.
Laura Phoenix: I know but I seem to recall as talent, we never had this problem!
Eddie Lopez: Comes with age I guess.
(Laura stops.)
Laura Phoenix: I’m not that old...I could still take your ass on.
Eddie Lopez: OH! Is that right? Sounds like we have a bet coming on.
(Star pops up from behind them.)
Star Stormz: Gambling on company time?
Laura Phoenix: Well he brought it on. We betting on the girls?
Eddie Lopez: Why not?
Star Stormz: No money!
Laura Phoenix: Oh, no...course not! How ‘bout....loser does the other’s paperwork for an entire month.
Eddie Lopez: Deal! Hope you don’t have carpal tunnel… I do a lot of paperwork.
Star Stormz: Oh well this would be the perfect time to tell you that I decided to up the stakes in the match too… it is now officially a United Title #1 Contenders Match. Wish the girls luck for me!
(She smiles and turns a different direction, cameras remaining focused on Eddie and Laura)
Laura Phoenix: You gonna tell them?
Eddie Lopez: And put more pressure on them?
Laura Phoenix: Yeaaaaaah, let’s just let them have a good match.
United Title #1 Contenders Match
Bella Madison vs. Gracie Lopez
(The cameras cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing the competitors…
(The lights in the arena go out, as “Rotting in vain” starts to blare throughout the arena. Pyro shoots from the stage, a few seconds later after the pyro did that, Gracie Lopez steps on stage and looks around the crowd, and starts to walk down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from San Diego, California...Gracie Lopez!
(Gracie slaps hands with the people along the ramp before she gets to the ring. She climbs the steps and gets into the ring with a focused look on her face, she jumps on the second rope on the near side of the ring and raises her arms and fists in the air before jumping down.)
JR Freeman: This one is sure to be an action filled classic. There is so much wrestling family history in this match. Gracie Lopez being a third generation superstar, following the footsteps of her father, Eddie, and her grandfather, Jorge.
Alf: And her opponent being a member of one of the most famous wrestling families in PWS history!
(The arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.)
“I told you once
I told you twice
I can't be tricked
Can't be hypnotized
You tell me I'm pretty when
I'm sitting here in silence”
(The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, from New York, New York...Bella Madison!
“Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me
You got the picture painted all wrong
No, I won't be your masterpiece
Don't feed me lies
I'll chew them up and spit em out
Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me”
(Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.)
JR Freeman: This one definitely has the potential to steal the show. I honestly think this could be the dark horse match of the night!
Alf: And now that the Darkest Carnival is no longer a thing, we don’t have to worry about them ruining it.
(The ref checks with both competitors before calling for the bell and the match to start.)
JR Freeman: Here we go!
(The two come to the center of the ring, and exchange a handshake of respect, before circling around, getting ready for the fight.)
JR Freeman: A nice show of sportsmanship to start this one off.
Alf: We’ll just have to see if that’s still there after the match.
(The two circle around for a moment, sizing each other up, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Bella gets Gracie in a side headlock, before Gracie pushes her off into the ropes. Bella comes back, and Gracie goes for a clothesline, but Bella sucks under. She goes to the other ropes and comes back and goes for a clothesline of her own, but Gracie does a matrix bend under. Bella rebounds off the ropes again, and Gracie bends for a backdrop but Bella rolls over her and lands behind her. She wraps her arms around Gracie, but then Gracie does a standing switch and gets behind Bella. She delivers a German suplex, bridging into a pin.)
1…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Gracie trying to score a quick pinfall.
Alf: Shell have to do more if she wants to come out of this one on top.
(The two get back to their feet, and start exchanging chops. Gracie then delivers an arm drag. And Bella returns the favor with an arm drag of her own. Gracie follows it up with an attempted belly to belly suplex, but Bella moves behind Gracie and delivers a German suplex. This time Bella bridges into the pin.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Some good back and forth here in the early goings of this match.
(The two get back to their feet and start exchanging right hand shots. Bella sends Gracie into the ropes with an Irish whip, but Gracie comes back with a sling blade. She goes for a quick cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
(Gracie gets back to her feet, and before Bella can get off the mat, Gracie hits a standing moo daily. She gets right back up and hits a standing shooting star press, going for another cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Gracie really taking it to Bella here.
(Gracie gets back to her feet, and gets Bella to her feet. She sends Bella to the ropes. She bends for a back drop, but Bella hits a drop kick to the knee on Gracie, then follows it up with an a springboard enziguri.)
JR Freeman: Beautiful Disaster!
1…
2…
Kickout!
(The two get to their feet, and exchange clothesline attempts, both ducking under the other’s attempt. Bella delivers a kick to the gut, then tries to deliver a kick to the head, but Gracie catches it. Gracie takes Bella down with a dragon screw. They get back to their feet and Bella sends Gracie to the corner. Bella charges and delivers a devastating Yakuza kick in the corner to Gracie that causes Gracie to crumble to the mat. Bella takes a second to climb to the top turnbuckle, before she leaps off, going for a Phoenix splash, but Gracie gets the knees up at the last second!)
JR Freeman: Ohhh Bella went for the Phoenix splash, but Gracie got the knees up.
Alf: Bella has that momentary hesitation climbing the turnbuckle and that gave Gracie enough time to regroup enough to have the ware with all to get the knees up just in time.
(A writhes in pain, as Gracie rolls to the apron. She pulls herself up to a standing position, before jumping up into her Style and Grace 450, but this time Bella returns the favor and gets the knees up at the last second!)
JR Freeman: Turn about is fair play as Bella gets the knees up this time!
Alf: Had Gracie hit that, I honestly think that would have been it!
(This time both girls roll to the apron. The two get to their feet, and exchange chops across the chest, before Gracie delivers a devastating superkick that sends Bella to her knees. Gracie hesitates for a second, but then delivers a short trip hurricanrana to the floor!)
JR Freeman: Oh my! Gracie just did a version of the Bella Aube hurricanrana to Bella our on the floor!
Alf: That looked vicious!
(Gracie grabs Bella and rolls her into the ring. She follows in after her. Gracie gets to her feet, and gets Bella up. She picks Bella up for the Blue Thunder Bomb, but Bella manages to counter into the Ashes to Ashes DDT!)
JR Freeman: Blue Thunder- No wait! Ashes to Ashes from outta nowhere!
Alf: What a counter!
(The crowd cheers, as Bella crawls over to the corner. She drags herself up the turnbuckle, making it to the top, and leaps off and hits a Phoenix Splash!)
JR Freeman: Second Gen! Homage to her mom Laura Phoenix!
(Bella goes for the cover, hooking both legs, as the ref slides into position for the count.)
1…
2…
3!!!!!
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall, Bella Madison!
JR Freeman: What a finish! What a match!
Alf: These young ladies put on a classic!
JR Freeman: Hats off to both of them, as this was an amazing match.
(Bella gets to her feet, as the ref raises her hand in victory. Gracie gets to her knees, as Bella extends her hand and helps Gracie to her feet. The crowd cheers as the two shake hands once more, as Gracie exits the ring to let Bella celebrate her win.)
WINNER = BELLA MADISON
(Scene switches to the back where we see Laura Phoenix and Eddie Lopez standing and watching TV. Laura smiling ear to ear as Eddie just can’t help but look impressed but in shock at the same time.)
Eddie Lopez: After all, we’ve been through the last 2 months, Gracie just went out there and tore the house down.
Laura Phoenix: She absolutely did, I am so proud of her. They both did! My GOD, when they hell did they get so good?
Eddie Lopez: It’s a lot better than what I did at 21 that’s for sure. Plus she is a former 2-time champion too, so she knows what she’s doing, both do. I’m so proud of both.
Laura Phoenix: Same here, just damn. Well...I guess that means Bella gets that shot at the United title in the New Year...and you...
(Laura brings up a pile of paperwork and files.)
Laura Phoenix: This is yours....I have more at home. I’ll have to have it shipped to you once we get back to the states.
(She drops it in Eddie’s arms)
Laura Phoenix: Thankfully I’m a stickler for details and alphabetical order, so shouldn’t be too horrible for you, unless Aaron got to a few of them.
(Eddie narrows his eyes a bit before growing a smile.)
Eddie Lopez: You didn’t say when these had to be done soooo, I’ll wait till after I get back from Tahoe.
Laura Phoenix: Just know, Star knows it’s on you. If you excuse me, I’m gonna go find the girls congratulate them and let Bella know the news AND make sure the surprises for the Collateral Damage match is ready to rock.
PWS Collateral Damage Championship
Mack McKane (c) Open Challenge
(We see an all too familiar sight lately as stagehands bustle quickly littering the ringside area and entrance ramp with various and unique weapons...two of them are setting up with entire chain link partition bridged from the ring to the barricade that is lousy with wrapped barbed wire. The scene is absolutely horrific. Cinder blocks, clusters upon clusters of fluorescent lighting tubes, barbed wire, glass panels, a 40 gallon drum barrel, a weed eater, anything and everything you could never imagine in your sanest, wildest dreams is available for use. The PWS Apex theme song begins to play as we see a hesitant line of developmental talent told this was their chance to be on a live Pay-Per-View begin to file down the entrance ramp.)
JR Freeman: Well partner he called his shot...who knows who we’re gonna see pop up! ANYONE from ANY competing company could show up and challenge our resident sociopath, the reigning Collateral Damage champion Mack McKane to try and hand him his first defeat! THINK about that Banks! We’ve seen so many of these bloodbaths lately and...he hasn’t lost ONE!
Alfonso Banks: I guess when you’re nothing more than a street-dwelling, psychotic criminal the world of wrestling is your oyster.
JR Freeman: Look at their faces...there’s Chris Blade hiding against the barricade as Moondust slides in the ring and shakes his hands because there’s already broken glass on the mat. Partner this one...THIS one might be too much!
(Chris Blade, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. Moondust, Stacey O’Brien, Travis Ryan...they’re all showing up and looking around this warzone contemplating every decision they’ve ever made in their life. Suddenly, “I’m A Lumberjack And I’m Okay” hits the PA system and some of the more die hard fans lose their minds as the stocky Canadian lumberjack Jimmers O’Toole comes stomping out from the curtain with a wedge of wood and makes his way down to the ring.)
JR Freeman: What...who is that?
Alfonso Banks: YOU DON’T KNOW THE POWERHOUSE THAT *IS* JIMMERS O’TOOLE!? He was a cornerstone of PWSR...for ONE MATCH!!!
(Next the familiar music of Shock and Awe hits as legendary mainstay Dynamite comes walking out onto the ramp as the fans erupt with cheers! He holds up one finger and starts bopping as he points to the curtain...and “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees hits!)
JR Freeman: NO FRIGGIN’ WAY!!! DYNAMITE!?
Alfonso Banks: AND PEEWEE EDWARDS, WHAT THE HELL!?
JR Freeman: DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING!? THIS IS A DEATHMATCH!!
(As they make their way into the ring…”I’m Sexy And I Know It” by LMFAO hits the pa as Richard Rider comes out standing on a rolling platform being pulled by random people as people flock around him and take pictures of him with disposable cameras and a random man holds an air dryer near his face making his hair slightly “blow in the wind” as it comes to a stop and he grabs the blow dryer out of the man’s hand taking it to the ring with him!)
JR Freeman: Well Richard Rider...uhm…
Alfonso Banks: ...enough said. This...this ain’t gonna end well for him.
(The arena goes dark as the opening chords of Willa Ford's "I Wanna Be Bad" blasts out of the speakers. Bright neon lights flash out from the ramp, and the words "The Bad Girl" flash across the screen, as Heather Haze strides out to a mixed reaction from the gathered crowd. She smiles as her theme music continues to bump out of the P.A. She strikes a seductive pose for a moment, then dances a little to the music, shaking her hips to wolf-whistles from the crowd and smiling, before making her way slowly to the ring. She then sprints the last few feet and baseball slides into the ring, coming up into a quick predatory crouch, her eyes locked on the fans. She then arches her back as she pushes her ample breasts outward and throws her head back in an orgasmic fashion, making the men in the audience...and the ring quite frankly... shout with cat calls and whistles as the music fades.)
JR Freeman: Heather. Haze. Y’know Alf, most people would look at a stunning young woman like this and think “there’s no way she could ever get violent” but look at her past. Look at the WAR...that her and Mack McKane went to for, at the time, HER Collateral Damage championship! And she hasn’t gone far...even courting Mack on Twitter like a kiss of death…
Alfonso Banks: But Mack wasn’t deterred! He WELCOMES another round with her! Because they’re CRAZY. They are certifiably, bat-shit guano CRAZY.
JR Freeman: Well partner it looks like nobody else from any outside company is stepping up to the pla-
(The lights in the arena cut to black, the speakers come to life with the sound of "You Ain't Ready" by Skillet. The lights begin to flash in an array of white and red as smoke fills the entrance stage. The fans absolutely blow the ROOF off of the arena!)
JR Freeman: OHHHH MIOS EFFING DIOS!!!!
Alfonso Banks: WELL THERE’S ONE THAT STEPPED UP AND HOLY HELL WHAT A HAND TO STEP UP!!!
(And slowly, stalking his way out onto the stage with the biggest of smiles on his face pointing to the crowds before popping his collar and posing at the top of the stage...stands the brother of Malachi and Alanah O’Connell...LACHLAN KANE. The fans start a MASSIVE “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” chant as Lach slaps hands on the way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope sliding around on one knee and pointing finger guns at Haze and Dynamite.)
JR Freeman: I’M AT A LOSS PARTNER!!! LACHLAN KANE!!! WE GET TO SEE LACHLAN KANE!!!
Alfonso Banks: WHY!?
JR Freeman: WHATTYA MEAN “WHY”?
Alfonso Banks: IF ONE PERSON MARKS UP THOSE FINELY CRAFTED ABS...HIS FIANCEE’ IS GONNA SHOW UP AND EAT OUR HEARTS FOR DINNER!!!
(The arena grows quiet awaiting the last and perhaps deadliest entrant...the man who made the open challenge. They suddenly grow into a growing “MACK MCKANE! MACK MCKANE!” chant...any moment now they’re waiting for it to HIT!)
(But instead of the entrance they were expecting, the speakers erupted with the sound of “I Want It All/We Will Rock You” by Queen & Armageddon. The crowd wasn’t sure how to react, as this theme was unfamiliar to them, but when Everett Jacobs took to the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk on his face, the arena erupted in thunderous boos.)
JR Freeman: Ohhhh God...and the PWS faithful letting the new Daddy’s boy know EXACTLY how they feel about him after his little stunt locking himself in a locker room WITH a fellow PWS employee!
Alfonso Banks: You better watch what you say, I’m tellin’ you! This “Daddy’s boy” has a lot of pull around here, and you might just find yourself on the unemployment line!
(Producing a microphone from his pocket, he strolled down the entrance ramp leisurely as his theme music faded away. He stared at the assortment of characters in the ring, his face going from cocky to disgusted as he looked at each person in turn.)
Everett Jacobs: THIS is what Apex calls a quality roster? This assortment of degenerates, bottom-feeders…(he points to Heather Haze) and that whore? This is what passes for a professional wrestler these days?
(The crowd boos again as some of the competitors take offense to what Everett is saying. But he continues on as he climbs the steps and gets into the ring.)
Everett Jacobs: And Apex has the gall to call themselves “world-class”. Believe me, you all should feel lucky that I’m not a signed competitor. I was a top-tier athlete back at Stanford, and if I really wanted to, I could wipe the floor with each and every one of you.
(From the side of the ring where he’s leaning against the ropes, Lachlan Kane let out a loud laugh, and Everett turned to look at him.)
Everett Jacobs: What, you got something to say, tough guy? You’re not even a member of this company, not that we’d ever sign a loser like you. You think just because you got family here, that means-
Joker: YA GET WHAT YA FUCKIN’ DESERVE!!!
*Gunshot*
“...WATCH ME BUUUUUUURN!”
JR Freeman: AND THE CONNOISSEUR OF CUTLERY HAS HEARD ABSOLUTELY ENOUGH!!!
Alfonso Banks: GET OUTTA THERE EVERETT!!!
JR Freeman: STAY EVERETT, STAY! It’s what he deserves! Locking himself in a room and forcing himself on a lady and what’s more? WHY? WHY would you incite the wrath of a madman by choosing THIS man’s lady!?
(“Hospital For Souls” by Bring Me The Horizon blares as the arena burns red from fire on the stage as Mack McKane doesn’t wait for his elevator, he climbs up through the flaming circle by his own power and the fans go absolutely nuts as he rolls through the fire, pops up, and points a finger straight at Everett who looks like he’s about to piss his pants. Mack flies like a SHOT to the ring as Everett tries to backpedal...only to be tripped by Lachlan Kane in a “:OOPSIE!” moment as Lach shrugs innocently to the fans. Mack slides into the ring and like a clawing wolverine DIVES at Everett who just barely slides out under the bottom rope and literally HURDLES over the announce table bolting like a shot out of the arena as Mack lays across the bottom rope, mask still on but his eyes telling the everlasting story...that there WILL BE a reckoning.)
JR Freeman: Could you imagine...could you just IMAGINE what Mack McKane would have done to this...this...pompous daddy’s boy!
Alfonso Banks: Seriously! You better watch your mouth partner, that “Daddy’s Boy” has the power to put you out of commission!
(Mack stalks his way back to a standing position as he walks to the middle of the ring...the lights kick back out except for one spotlight shining directly down on him as he glares around at his competitors who were brave enough to BE in the ring as he slowly, one by one, opens his hand-tailored new trenchcoat and reveals the Collateral Damage championship around his waist as he pulls it off and he holds it high in the air as the lights come back on. Glaring over his also new hand-tailored mask he slowly walks up to Dynamite and Peewee Edwards holding the title by his face letting them know who runs this ship. He does the same to Richard Rider who seems out of sorts. He turns and he starts walking but he stops...and locks eyes with Lachlan Kane who is nodding in respect. But that doesn’t stop Mack from walking over and doing the same surely speaking through the blackened veil over his mouth as McKane takes two steps back and turns around only to be met in the middle of the ring by Heather Haze. Mack slowly raises the title by their heads as Haze smiles and grabs his head kissing the outside of his mask.)
JR Freeman: Ohhhhh no…
Alfonso Banks: THAT’S not gonna go over well…
JR Freeman: Heather Haze HAS been rather vocal claiming Mack has lost his edge since pursuing his budding relationship with Mattie Cormier who...what? Ladies and Gentlemen I understand there is a disturbance happening backstage let’s cut to it live!
(Backstage we see Alanah O’Connell, Bella Madison, Jack Russow, Levi Russow, ALL the Russows...trying their very best to hold on to a thrashing, snarling Mattie Cormier who seems to be trying to make a break out to the ring! She’s squirming and wiggling just like she did with Everett and seems to be near impossible to hold onto and she nearly makes it past all of them until the massive frame of Slappy McGoo steps into the picture and the fans literally EXPLODE with cheers and chants of “JOIN THE MATCH! JOIN THE MATCH! JOIN THE MATCH!” as Slappy effortlessly picks Mattie up and slings her over his shoulder leading everybody off down the hall with Mattie still scratching, clawing, and biting to get to the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: ...THAT bitch...needs XANAX.
JR Freeman: Did you expect anything less from a woman who is romantically connected to MACK MCKANE? And also, I wouldn’t let Mack hear you call his woman a bitch...
Alfonso Banks: Well yeah but I mean THAT was...WOAH.
(Mack slides his mask off and his jacket...everybody sheds their various entrance gear and the war of the words starts as the greenhorn developmental talent slide into the ring themselves, a few of them smartly holding weapons.)
*DING DING*
JR Freeman: Here we go...the Mack McKane Collateral Damage Open Challenge...a Hellscape, an elimination style Deathmatch partner, this one ain’t gonna be pretty.
(Travis Ryan bolts for Lachlan Kane who kicks him square in the gut and guillotines his head looking around as Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. charges Dynamite who kicks HIM in the gut and puts him in a suplex position looking around as Moondust charges Peewee Edwards who snatches him in a double arm position looking around as Stacey O’Brien runs square into a bitchslap from Haze who grabs hier in a dragon position looking around as Richard Rider spinning kicks Jimmers in the gut and hooks him in a sidewalk slam position as Chris Blade throws a clothesline at Mack McKane who ducks and double underhooks his arms in a killswitch position looking around...and as he nods:
Lachlan Kane hits Travis Ryan with the Dying Breed.
Dynamite powers up and quickly puts Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. down with the TNT.
Peewee Edwards lifts and promptly piledrives Moondust with *sigh*...”Groovytown.”
Haze pulls the trigger and drops Stacey O’Brien with The Jailbait
Richard Rider magnificently backflips with Jimmers calling for Lights, Camera, Action!
...and Mack McKane flows through with the spinning savage Blood Eagle.)
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Announcer: CHRIS BLADE, JUAN MANUEL CABRERA JR., MOONDUST, STACEY O’BRIEN, JIMMERS O’TOOLE, AND TRAVIS RYAN HAVE ALL BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
JR Freeman: THANKS FER COMIN’ OUT!
Alfonso Banks: WOW...the future does NOT look too bright for PWS if THAT’S what we have to offer for the next generation!
(After the multi-pin...everyone slides up to a knee staring each other down like a Mexican standoff...until everybody but Dynamite and Peewee dive out of the ring clamoring for weapons! Dynamite and Peewee circle each other as Peewee gets the dancing going in one of the corners before partying over to another corner that has a glass panel leaning on it. Dynamite shakes his head and takes position in the other corner and when Peewee turns around he’s viciously SPEARED through the glass panel shattering it into a trillion little shards! The fans chant “HO-LY SHIT!”)
JR Freeman: THE EXPLOSION WAS FELT THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE DAMN ARENA!!!
(Dynamite pulls Peewee outta the corner and lays across him feeling the effects of the glass and his head hitting the turnbuckle on impact but the shoulders are still down!)
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Announcer: PEEWEE EDWARDS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Dynamite weakly raises his hand still lying on his back after he tenderly rolls over the glass shards lying there looking up at the lights for a moment trying to shake the cobwebs out...until the next thing he sees is Lachlan Kane jumping off the top rope, both feet on a chair with his hands holding him in a cannonball until RIGHT before he lands smashing the chair and himself into Dynamite with the Lach-Down!)
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Announcer: DYNAMITE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Lach rolls up to his feet screaming for the fans as he quickly remembers where he is and grabs a cinder block out of one of the adjacent corners wielding it like a concrete chair just in time as he turns around and sees that in each of the three corners stands Heather Haze who stands holding a long stick with an empty 5 gallon water bucket on the end of it, Richard Rider spinning his hair dryer around by the cord like it’s a whip, and Mack McKane...holding a three foot long Big ‘N Tall weightlifting belt RIDDLED with thumbtacks holding it like it could ACTUALLY be used as a belt. Lach drops the cinder block and holds up a finger mouthing “Let’s make this interesting” as he rolls out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: What the Hell is the Immaculate Irishman doing!?
(Lach throws three bags into the ring and for good measure, to make sure he’s even with everyone else, he pulls out a razor wire wrapped cricket bat.)
Alfonso Banks: GONNA SPLIT SOME WICKETS!!!
JR Freeman: You know about cricket, Banks?
Alfonso Banks: Don’t YOU?
JR Freeman: NOBODY understands CRICKET...you gotta know what a CRUMPET is to understand CRICKET!!!
(Lach slides back in smoothly taking a cross-legged stance by the three bags...he looks at all three of his competitors and he starts to play 3 Card Monte with the bags switching them faster and faster and faster until even HE forgets what’s what and Mack smiles and says stop. Lach glides to his feet and picks up the first bag...and tosses it to Haze. He picks up the bag in the middle and tosses it to Rider...and he picks up the last bag and he tosses it to Mack. He bows to all three of them. Haze goes first reaching into her bag and pulling out a handful of…
Legos.
Rider looks a little confused as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a handful of…
Gummy bears.
Happily Rider starts popping the gummy bears into his mouth as Lach and Mack look at each other with a subtle, understanding grin...as Mack suddenly WHIPS the belt in his hand with the thumbtacks into the back of Rider’s leg dropping him to one knee screaming in pain as Mack walks over...wrenches Rider by the nose so he’s facing upwards with his mouth open...unties his bag…
...and dumps about a dozen fish hooks at his mouth.
The fans erupt with disgust as Mack releases Rider’s nose and Rider instinctively closes his mouth...with about seven fish hooks hanging in his mouth...and as soon as his mouth is closed? Mack runs into the ropes and on his way back he’s met with Haze, Kane, and himself doing a triple dropkick kicking the fishhooks into the pretty features of Richard Rider! A massive “OHHHHH! YOU SICK FUCK!” chant fills the air as Rider squeal and grasps at his mouth flopping out of the ring as Kane tries to capitalize and grabs Haze around the waist for a german suplex but...Haze backs her “assets” into him and begins to grind! Kane throws up his hands and backs up looking at Mack like “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING” as Mack shakes his head disappointed. Haze turns around and leans forward hands on her knees letting him see down her already revealing top licking and biting her bottom lip seductively as Lach looks at Mack like “What the actual FUCK is she doing?”)
JR Freeman: Heather Haze playing her mind games and it can be said...no one plays them better.
Alfonso Banks: Orrrrrr hotter.
(Haze holds out her hand to Lach looking for a test of strength and he reluctantly takes it before she raises her other and he takes that one too as they charge into each other jockeying for position...at least they were, until Haze slides her slender body down Kane’s dropping to her knees in front of him as Mack shakes his head waving his finger and walking over smacking Lach’s hands free as he backs him up against the ropes and grabs his left hand and shows him the black rubber engagement band on his ring finger. Lach pleads his case with his free hand pointing at Haze and back to Mack trying to explain he wasn’t DOING anything and Mack nods along understandingly...before he snaps the two middle fingers on Lach’s left hand. Lach drops to his knees and clutches at his fingers as Mack leans down and pats him on the shoulder before rolling him out of the ring and turning to face the lady who started it all with him.)
JR Freeman: Here we go, McKane vs Haze TWO!!!
(Haze winks at him and blows him a kiss as he stands completely unphased by her seductive tactics as they begin circling each other and she pops her shoulders and neck in preparation as he does the same but right before they can lock up...Lach has SMASHED Haze across the back with her own 5 Gallon Water Bucket stick which shatters and echoes a sickening crack the same time as Rider crashes the razor wired cricket bat SQUARE into the lower back of Mack McKane! Both of them drop and fall forward almost leaning on each other until Haze viciously starts biting Mack’s ear!!! Mack is screaming and flailing and the only thing he can think to do…
...is slap his hand north to south as hard as he can on her ample chest.
He must have hit paydirt because she suddenly lets go and grabs herself looking at him like “SERIOUSLY!?” As Kane hits Rider with a slingblade in the background. McKane and Haze are both sitting up and she slaps him in the face as hard as she can and he takes it and glares back at her defiantly...so she starts slapping him repeatedly until he gets sick of it, reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his staple gun and fires one into her other breast as she screams and grabs IT. Mack slowly starts to get up as Rider runs at him, bleeding profusely from the mouth where he pulled the fishhooks out of as Mack tiredly flings his head back and as Rider approaches he simply stomps on his foot then staples him between the eyes.)
JR Freeman: Tonight has NOT been a good night for the modeling career of Dick-uhh...I mean Richard Rider!
Alfonso Banks: There are so many free piercings and body mods going on in this match I feel like I’m in the parking lot of Hooters at the Sturgis Biker Rally!
(Kane grabs McKane from behind quickly flipping him around and setting him up looking for a desperation Dying Breed but as he lifts him, Mack staples him in the armpit!! Lach drops Mack on his head grabs at his underarm as Mack hits with a sickening thud sitting up and holding his head as they look at each other like “FUCK dude!” as Rider has slid out of the ring and brought a ladder into play before hitting Haze with a weak I’d Like To Thank The Academy, setting it up and trying to climb it as Lach climbs the other side sensing an opportunity, once they reach the top they begin to brawl back and forth and Rider gets the better of Lach who is in imminent danger...until Mack McKane climbs up the ladder BEHIND Rider and clobbers him as he faces him outwards and hoists him up into an electric chair position! Mack turns and looks at the side of the ring that has the chain link barbed wire wrapped provision and just as it looked like he was going to dive with him he alley-oops him over his head and sends him CRASHING through the chain link MANGLED in barbed wire as the fans chant. McKane stands about halfway up the ladder and steps over to the other side because Kane and Haze have been viciously brawling back and forth and they both finally connect with a shot that drops both of them...as Lach’s face leans downward against the bottom rope. Mack pulls at his hair conflicted.)
JR Freeman: How much do you wanna keep your title kid!? How far are you willing to go!?
Alfonso Banks: DO IT! I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!
(The fans are screaming “NO! NO! NO!” as Mack looks a little distressed about it before mouthing down “Sorry, bruv” at Lach and DIVING OFF THE MIDDLE OF THE LADDER HITTING AN AMBIEN ALLEY!!!)
JR Freeman: He didn’t WANNA do it! But by God, when everything you’ve earned, everything you love, everything you BLEED for is on the line...friendship packs a bag!
(Lach rolls over absolutely limp as Mack reluctantly falls into the cover…)
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Announcer: LACHLAN KANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Mack rolls over leaning across the bottom rope himself looking out at the fans with an almost dejected look on his face when suddenly from behind, Richard Rider has crawled his bleeding carcass back into the ring with a spare piece of barbed wire and camel clutches Mack with his legs while digging the string of barbed wire THROUGH McKane’s mouth like a bridle on a horse! McKane is screaming at the Chelsea Grin he’s being given by an incensed Rider when suddenly...Rider screams in pain and drops the barbed wire releasing Mack...as Heather Haze has decided she wants her one on one...she wants her rematch...and SHE will be the one to finish McKane’s undefeated streak as she’s taken Macks thumbtack riddled belt and lashed Rider VICIOUSLY across the back multiple times as he staggers around into a low blow before she calmly and collectively throttles his head and hits one more Jailbait for the road.)
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Announcer: RICHARD RIDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
JR Freeman: And here we go...here’s what we’ve all been clamoring for! Here’s what this young woman...with such a diverse and unique background has YEARNED for since the day Mack McKane rolled into her town and took over.
Alfonso Banks: No one could touch her! She was one of the best and brightest stars PWS Apex had to offer!
JR Freeman: And THINK about this for a second Alf...this is for the Collateral Damage title! This isn’t for the United title or the World Championship...this is for what’s supposed to be the LOW TIER TITLE in the company! But single handedly! Single handedly these two have made it the one to watch!
(Haze stalks McKane who is grabbing at his mouth… he staggers backwards and she leaps and grabs his head looking for The Jailbait but before she can make the drop, McKane smoothly rolls through grabbing her arms and hitting a DESPERATION Blood Angel!)
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THR-NO HAZE KICKS OUT AT 2 ¾!!!!
(McKane looks absolutely spent...totally desolate. Haze is barely moving as McKane drags himself up to a staggering position pulling Haze up with him...he crosses her arm in front of her and gives her a nod of appreciation as he swings her out but she ducks the ripcord clothesline and weakly hits The Jailbait! They both collapse!)
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JR Freeman: WHAT ELSE...WHAT ELSE HAS TO BE DONE!?
(They both crawl to different corners and we see McKane fiddling with something in his as Haze catches a second wind and shrieks like a madwoman hopping up and viciously RIPPING McKane back to his feet as she sets him for the Jailbait one more time but as they drop, Haze SHRIEKS at the top of her lungs! McKane had gotten his arm extended behind her...and it was clad with a shin guard wrapped in barbed wire!!! She starts bleeding profusely from her lower back as McKane struggles after taking her best shot once again and as she’s almost in tears he slinks up behind and crosses her arms whispering “I’m Sorry” in her ear as he whips her out into a VIOLENT Witness Me! WITH the barbed wire shin guard! They collapse!)
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Announcer: Heather Haze has been eliminated! Therefore your winner...and STILL PWS APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION...MACK MCKANE!!!
JR Freeman: Partner that was just as rough as we thought it’d be!
Alfonso Banks: Everytime I watch a Mack McKane/Heather Haze confrontation I get physically ill for about an hour afterwards.
JR Freeman: All this action and to THINK! We still have the triple threat HELL IN A CELL match for the PWS World Championship!
Alfonso Banks: I need some Tums.
(Back in the ring, Mack has unstrapped the shin guard as the EMT’s are checking on him and Haze...Haze was conscious and defiantly made her way up to her knees across from Mack who, from his knees, reached out and took one of her bloodied hands and kissed it in respect. She glared holes through him as he stood up and was presented the Collateral Damage championship once again which he took in his hands and looked at before looking up to the Cell hanging above the ring as Mack pointed up at it, then pointed at himself passionately screaming unrecognizable but probably not friendly words into the camera before laying his Collateral Damage championship out flat in the middle of the ring, slapping it twice, and screaming for the World Champion to bring it as we change scenes)
WINNER = AND STILL COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION MACK MCKANE
The cameras then cut backstage, where Alanah O’Connell and Malachi are both standing by the steps leading up to the entrance stage, both dressed in their gear with Alanah clutching her United Championship. Both of their gazes are trained on the curtain, waiting for someone to walk through. At one point, Alanah reaches out and takes hold of Malachi’s hand, squeezing tightly. When the curtain parts and Lachlan Kane steps through and hobbles his way down the steps, they both rush up to him.
Alanah O’Connell: I can’t believe you didn’t tell us you were going to be here!
Malachi: Or that you were going to enter that clusterf-
Alanah hits Mal’s shoulder, giving him a glare. Lachlan just grins, cradling his left arm to his chest.
Alanah O’Connell: What were you thinking, anyways? Your arm is still injured from Sunday night, plus you have a huge title match coming up in SCW! Why would you risk yourself like this?
Lachlan Kane: I had to prove something to myself. It’s...a little hard to explain.
Alanah gave a roll of her brown eyes.
Alanah O’Connell: Ugh, men. Always with your bravado and your need to prove yourself. Oh, don’t even get me started on what Mack did…
Malachi: I gotta admit, it was kinda impressive.
Lachlan holds up a hand, quieting them both.
Lachlan Kane: Look, what’s done is done. No use dwelling on it. I got what I needed out of that match. But the two of you have your own matches ahead of you.
He turned to Alanah, putting his good hand on her shoulder.
Lachlan Kane: You have no idea how proud I am of you, Lanah-bean. Not even a full year under your belt, and you’re already a champion. You’ve worked so hard, and I know that you’re going to be a huge star in no time. Just focus on what you gotta do tonight, and the rest will all fall into place.
Alanah smiled, a bit teary-eyed, as she gently hugged Lachlan. He then turned to Malachi.
Lachlan Kane: Kid, you’ve got a huge opportunity in front of you. I know people have been saying that you weaseled your way in, but I know that you’ve been busting your ass since day one to get to this point. So go out there, play it smart, and I know you’ll walk out of that cell with the title.
Mal nodded, as the three siblings gathered up for a group hug.
Lachlan Kane: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to the locker room and die now.
They all shared a laugh as he made his way down the hallway and out of sight. Alanah took a deep breath, knowing that her match was up next.
Malachi: Lach’s right. You’re gonna go out there and kill it. And who knows? Maybe you and I will be squaring off for the World title soon enough.
Alanah gave him a little smirk.
Alanah O’Connell: You’re really that eager to get beat by both your siblings?
Before Malachi had a chance to respond, Alanah leaned up, kissed his cheek and darted up the stairs to wait for her cue to enter the arena. Malachi just shook his head with a laugh as he started to warm up before his match.
PWS United Championship
Alanah O’Connell (c) vs. Cynthia Hellsing
(“What’s Up, People?” by Maximum the Hormone)
*DING DING*
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWS United Championship...
(Search lights flash around the ring as the opening of her intro plays in the arena. Once the rocker scream sounds, the spotlight shines on Cynthia standing at the entrance. She is seen bouncing to the beat of her music with her a demented smile on her face. Her ring jacket is clad with various anime buttons. She walks to the ring holding a body pillow with image of a shirtless anime male character on it. She walks down to the ring clutching the pillow. When she reaches the ring, she walks around and gives the pillow to the timekeeper. She rolls under the bottom rope and crawl to camera side rope and smiles.)
JR: Cynthia hasn’t really been seen much lately but she brought up a lot of amazing points in her promo leading to Last Rites, she was very much on the door step to this title before Miles Kasey somehow snuck in and took it out from under her.
Alf: She’s got a point, BUT Kasey took that extra chance he was given! Mind you Kasey is also no longer the champion.
JR: Excellent point. Alanah O’Connell, the Irish Rose of PWS is about to have her first defense against someone that could possibly beat her!
(The opening of Nikki Yanofsky’s “Something New” began to play across the arena speakers as Alanah O’Connell runs out to the stage, stopping, raising the United Championship over her head and smiling out at the crowd. Doing a little twirl at the top of the ramp, she begins to make her way to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach. When she reaches the ring, she climbs up the steps and into the ring, smiling and waving out at the crowd as her music fades away.)
Alf: Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about this girl, she is so sweet it makes it hard to hate her.
JR: That’s a first...
Alf: Ok, how about this, she’s so sweet she could give anyone a cavity just looking at her?
JR: There ya go. Course she could also easily knock that cavity out with just a kick! Let’s give it to Meg Reynolds for the introductions to this match.
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, the challenger, she hails from Waco, Texas, weighing in at 155 pounds, CYNTHIA HELLSING!
JR: Cynthia is on a mission here tonight. She has tried many times to get this title and always came up short. Could tonight be her lucky night?
Alf: Who knows. Alanah is determined to keep this title, she isn’t ready to give it up yet. It’s going to be a hell of a fight for both of these talented ladies here tonight.
Meg Reynolds: And next, she is the reigning PWS United Champion, she hails from Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is the Irish Rose, ALANAH O’CONNELL!
(Referee presents the title in the center of the ring to both competitors before holding it up and before the bell even rings Cynthia cheap shots Alanah with a slap in the face.)
*DING DING DING*
JR: What a cheap shot by Hellsing!
Alf: Well she’s been basically forgotten about, bet ya she won’t now!
(Alanah holds her cheek for a moment as a smirk grows over her face. Alanah returns the favor with a slap of her own across the cheek of Cynthia. Cynthia grabs her cheek and lets out a scream before tackling Alanah to the mat!)
JR: Well there sure is no love lost between these two!
Alf: And it starts out with a classic cat fight… Cynthia slaps Alanah… Alanah retaliates with a slap of her own… This isn’t going to end nicely.
(The two ladies are on the mat. Cynthia on top of Alanah, pummeling her with lefts and rights! Alanah gets her hands up to defend as much as she can before pushing Cynthia off of her. Cynthia tries to tackle her again, but Alanah uses her feet to kick Cynthia in the gut, which catches her off guard. Alanah goes for an early roll up!)
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JR: WAY too early for a pinfall here!
Alf: Alanah was going for the element of surprise. She could have gotten it right there, but Cynthia is just too fired up!
(They both get back up to their feet and circle each other in the ring before going in for a lock up. They lock up, Cynthia quickly gets behind Alanah and clubs her in the back of the head. Cynthia staggers forward a few steps before turning around and looking at Alanah. She lets out an irritated growl as she charges at Alanah and the two lock up once more. They struggle to try and outpower the other, neither able to take control right away. Alanah starts moving them towards the turnbuckle. As they get near the corner, Cynthia spins them around, slamming Alanah into the corner!)
JR: She hit the corner HARD!
Alf: She did! This could be a turning point right here!
(As Cynthia has Alanah in the corner, the referee begins to tell her to get them out of the corner. Cynthia looks up at the referee and ignores him, delivering a forearm to Alanah’s face. The referee warns Cynthia once more to get it out of the corner. While distracted for a second with the referee, Alanah shoves Cynthia by the chest, causing distance between the two of them. Cynthia charges back towards Alanah, but Alanah ducks and goes for another roll up!)
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(Both ladies are back to their feet quickly. Alanah grabs Cynthia by the legs, and pulls them forward. This caused Cynthia to fall backwards onto the mat. Alanah grabbed the feet of Cynthia and floats over, attempting a bridging pin.)
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KICKOUT!
JR: That was seamless! Beautiful move by Alanah
Alf: But it just wasn’t enough. Alanah is trying to end this quickly, because she knows the longer the match goes on the more critical every second gets. It’s wise to try and end it as fast as possible.
JR: That is sound strategy… but it doesn’t seem to be working for her yet tonight.
(Back to their feet again, Alanah lunges towards Cynthia, who uses Alanah’s momentum against her with an arm drag! Once she slams onto the mat, Cynthia twists the arm and goes for an armbar. Alanah manages to wiggle free and jumps to her feet. Cynthia follows back to her feet as well. Cynthia hip checks Alanah right in the gut, causing her to double over. While she is in this position, Cynthia grabs her by the head and slams her backwards! Alanah’s head bounces off the mat! The referee checks on her but she insists she is all right as she sits up, holding the back of her head. Cynthia watches on, pleased.)
JR: Cynthia is happy with herself. Alanah’s head hit the mat hard.
Alf: She is definitely going to have a bump tomorrow!
(Cynthia grabs Alanah by the head, and brings her back to her feet. Once they are face to face, Cynthia grabs Alanah’s arm and Irish Whips her into the ropes. Alanah bounces off the ropes and flies back towards Cynthia, who is in position to deliver a chop to Alanah! Alanah sees it coming and ducks, bounces off the ropes on the opposite side, and comes back! Cynthia catches her with a shoulder block, stopping her momentum! Alanah drops to her knees clutching her right shoulder.)
JR: UH OH! Alanah seems to be favoring her shoulder!
Alf: She needs to be careful… any sign of weakness and Cynthia could try and capitalize on that and focus on it.
JR: Never show your enemy your weakness.
Alf: Cynthia is like a lioness on a hunt… and she smells blood!
(Alanah slides outside of the ring, trying to loosen up her shoulder a little bit. Cynthia runs and baseballs slides at her, but Alanah sees it coming and moves out of the way! Cynthia slides under the ropes and lands on her feet outside the ring. Caught off guard, Alanah begins to deliver punches to her, favoring her shoulder. Cynthia fights back and the two end up locked up. They turn a bit, and Alanah lifts her feet up, and using the ring apron to push off of, drops Cynthia to the mat outside the ring with a bulldog! The referee starts to count, telling them to get back in the ring.)
1...2..
(Cynthia clutches her neck, rolling on the ground. Alanah sits up and is showing obvious signs of fatigue.)
3...4…
(Alanah looks around and knows she needs to get back in the ring. She gets to her feet and looks at Cynthia.)
5…
(Cynthia gets to her feet and both dash towards the ring.)
JR: Cynthia knows that she can’t win the belt by countout or DQ… she has to get back in that ring!
Alf: But Alanah knows she can’t LOSE the belt by countout. If she’s smart, she’ll stay outside the ring!
6…
(They both slide in the ring at the same time and the referee stops the count. They get to their knees and tie up. Struggling with each other they get to their feet, still locked up. Alanah elbows Cynthia in the gut! Cynthia retaliates with a knee to the face of Alanah. Cynthia pulls Alanah, and whips her into the opposite corner, face first. Cynthia runs at her back, but Alanah jumps up and uses the ropes to jump over Cynthia, landing on her feet behind her. Alanah quickly rolls up the confused Cynthia!)
1...2...KICKOUT!
(Both women seem to get a second wind and they hop to their feet and run towards each other. Alanah delivers a clothesline to Cynthia, causing her to land HARD on the mat!)
JR: OUCH! That impact!
Alf: Cynthia’s back took quite a hit there. She’s going to be in pain, that’s for sure.
(Alanah goes for another pin.)
1...2… KICKOUT
(Cynthia gets her shoulder up at last possible second! Alanah looks a little frustrated as she flips her hair out of her face. Cynthia starts to sit up, as Alanah is on her feet. Alanah delivers a stiff kick to the back of Cynthia. Cynthia screams out in pain as Alanah delivers a second kick… and a third… After the third kick, Alanah grabs Cynthia by the head and pulls her back up to her feet. Cytnhia fights back by putting her arms in between Alanah’s and breaking the hold she had on her head. Cynthia then delivers a stiff punch to the jaw of Alanah, causing her to stagger back a step. Cynthia takes a step forward and delivers a second punch to Alanah! Then a third! The third punch caused Alanah to fall to the mat. Alanah rolls outside the ring for a moment, checking her jaw. Cynthia sees this and grabs the top ropes and jumps, going to kick Alanah in the face. Alanah sees it coming and ducks, grabs Cynthia’s legs and pulls her out of the ring!)
Alf: And they are outside the ring again!
JR: Alanah just needed a moment to breathe, but Cynthia isn’t letting up!
(Cynthia grabs Alanah, but Alanah fights back. They end up locked up. Alanah clutches Cynthia’s waist and rams her back right into the steel steps!!! The referee warns them to get back in the ring!)
1...2…
(Cynthia rolls on the floor, holding her back. Alanah leans against the ring apron, catching her breath. Both ladies showing signs of exhaustion and pain. Cynthia writhes around as she uses the guardrail to get to her feet)
3...4...5…
(Cynthia takes a few steps towards the ring)
6...7…
(Alanah grabs her and throws her in under the bottom ropes, following suit. The referee stops the count as Alanah reaches down and pulls Cynthia up to her feet and calls for it to end.)
JR: Alanah is done! She wants to finish this once and for all!
Alf: She better stop showboatin and just do it!
(Alanah goes for the Impaler DDT but Cynthia slips out and quickly hooks Alanah’s arms and flips her upside down and onto Cynthia’s back.)
JR: OH NO! Hellsing is going for the Ghibli Driver....if she hits this...
Alf: NIGHT NIGHT IRISH ROSE!
(Alanah fights though and manages to kick enough to slip out of it, she quickly turns Hellsing around, stuns her with a punch to the jaw, hooks her up as fast as possible and lifts and drops her in the sitout cradle driver)
JR: IRISH ROSE!!!!
(Alanah keeps ahold of Cynthia’s legs with all her might.
1...
2...
3!!!
*DING DING DING*
Alf: OH MY GAWD!
JR: Somehow Alanah managed to slip her way out of that vertebreaker finisher and almost on a whim and a prayer comes away with the win and her championship!
(Alanah covers her mouth in almost a surprise as the referee hands her the United Championship and raises her arm as Cynthia slams on the mat in pure frustration.)
WINNER = AND STILL UNITED CHAMPION ALANAH O'CONNELL
Coming January 2020
(The lights go out in the arena as the tron kicks to life with a pitch black screen save for a single spotlight and cherry blossom petals falling from the heavens. We hear the clacking of a man’s footsteps as Tony Award winning actor Andre De Shields from the Tony award winning best musical Hadestown steps into the light dressed as he was in his role as Hermes...he begins to sing…)
Once...upon a tiiiiime…
There was a railroad liiiiiine…
Don’t ask where, brotha!
Don’t ask WHEEEEN.
*Speaking Dramatically*
IT WAS THE ROAD TA HELL!!!!
(As he belts that line the scene flashes red behind him as we see he’s sitting in front of the ominous Hell in a Cell. He sings…)
It was haaaard tiiiimes…
(Suddenly a montage of promotional footage of Alexis Makarios, Daniel Russow, and Malachi starts to flash showing each of them preparing and taunting into the camera as a dramatic violin begins strumming. As De Shields sings on various images of their former matches play…)
How to get to Hell in a Cell…
You don’t walk to a door,
You don’t ring a bell!
Caged in under cover of night!
Brotha you in for a Hell of a fight!
Ain’t no rules brotha,
Ain’t nothin’ holdin’ ya back!
Just your guts and your fists,
And your plan of attack!
Keep on fightin’
And don’t you tap!
UNTIL YOU GET TO THE PROMISED LAND!!!
(A soundtrack version of “Wait For Me” begins playing as more images flash of each competitors destructive tendencies as the music and the images build more and more until we see the image of all three mashed together as a blinding almost Heavenly light fades them out and we hear the voice of Reeve Carney sing…)
I’M COMIIIIIIIIIN’!!!
Andre De Shields: AND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY...ON YOUR SOULS!!!
(The video explodes and the arena is shrouded in darkness…)
JR Freeman: Chills...LITERAL, CHILLS.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah that...that was a little much, now I’m worried about the carnage in this match, I almost lost my lunch during the Collateral Damage match so this...no thank you!
PWS Championship Triple Threat Hell in a Cell
Alexis Makarios (c) vs. Daniel Russow vs. Malachi
(It’s still dark until the quiet beginning of “Blood//Water” begins playing through the speakers and the lights slowly fade back on as Malachi slinks out onto the ramp with a sneer on his face and a look of utter disdain but even with his poor attitude, there is a small amount of cheers spread throughout the boos as he makes his way to the ring stopping at the bottom and looking up at the ominous cell...before spitting on the ground and flipping it off sliding into the ring and jumps up putting his knee on top of the turnbuckle and throwing his arms out to the side jawing to the PWS Apex faithful a little bit before hopping off and sitting down in the corner.)
JR Freeman: I’m gonna go on record and say it...this man has a poor attitude. What a perennial legacy fan fan favorite like Bella Madison sees in him, I’LL never know.
Alfonso Banks: Hey is this I-95?
JR Freeman: What? No?
Alfonso Banks: Then you should stay in your frickin’ lane! Malachi has caught WAY too much flak with people saying he “weaseled his way” into this match. Malachi is a WORLD CLASS COMPETITOR! And if you don’t believe ME...look at the FACTS! He got this shot because he BEAT Daniel Russow! You beat the Number One Contender, you have a legit argument to BE the number one contender!
JR Freeman: He’s just lucky Star Stormz sees dollar signs in this match and Alexis Makarios, a REAL fighting champion, doesn’t back down from a challenge!
(The lights kick out again and everything goes quiet until we hear a faint lead in growing louder from the PA system until it blares…)
“...REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES!!!”
(The lights BLINDINGLY shine as bright as they can on the stage and from the tron as Daniel Russow stands absolute and in defiance looking around at the crowd who, for the most part, are cheering and welcoming the Rabid Russow brother as he stomps his way down the ramp throwing a few shadow boxing punches to loosen himself up...he TOO looks up at the cell and rotates his shoulders back and forth one at a time with an almost smirk on his face as he rolls under the bottom rope and pops back up walking over and throwing a leg over the rope screaming to the fans that it’s HIS time as he takes a juke step towards the still seated and calm Malachi in the corner before walking over to his own, grabbing both ropes, and smashing his own forehead into the top turnbuckle a couple of times to get himself hyped up.)
JR Freeman: Russow. Do we NEED to say more?
Alfonso Banks: The whole family is repulsive and gladhanding and I for one can’t stand a damn one of ‘em!
JR Freeman: I am...CERTAIN that hurts their feelings. But your personal thoughts aside? The patriarch of the Russow Family, Levi Russow tweeted that Russow wasn’t just a name...it wasn’t just a brand...it was something you FEEL. Something you ARE. And NOBODY embodies that more than the Rabid Deviant X-Factor himself...DANIEL Russow!
(The lights kick out in the arena once again and we hear an all too familiar drumbeat that pops the fans outta their seats and has every little girl with stars in her eyes shrieking in anticipation as a robotic voice buzzes…)
“...Mz’s Hyde…”
(BLINDING pyro shoots up from the top and the bottom of the ramp as “Mz Hyde” by Halestorm starts blaring and PWS World Champion Alexis Makarios comes bouncing out onto the stage slapping the title around her waist and jawing to the fans pointing around the arena before bending over and throwing her hair back while raising the title as she throws the title over her shoulder and bounces down the ramp slapping hands with all the little kids and a few creepy adult men...she doesn’t even LOOK at the Cell, she just stops and sizes up both of her opponents before walking over and walking up the steps and slowly getting into the ring hugging her title closely as Malachi springs to his feet and the three meet in the middle of the ring. Nobody is saying a word...as Alexis raises the title above her head. Both Dan and Malachi look at it and only THEN does the trash talk start as ominous music begins to play and the Cell is slowly lowered to the ground.)
JR Freeman: Three...HIGHLY combustible elements being forced together in a tightly contained space. I may have failed chemistry class but partner THIS looks like the recipe for a TIME BOMB!
Alfonso Banks: I have that uneasy feeling in my stomach again Freeman…
JR Freeman: Well never the less the intros have been called out...the competitors are in their corners...and the referee is showing the biggest prize in the game to everyone in attendance. I hope you’ve said your prayers...because THESE...are your LAST RITES!!!
*DING*
(The three begin to circle each other like a pack of wild hyenas fighting over a meal...they tease locking up tests of strength tossing hands at each others hands until...Malachi stands straight up and walks backwards hopping up on the turnbuckle. The fans boo his antics but he pays no mind, he motions to Russow and Makarios in a “You two wanted to kill each other...kill each other!” situation as Daniel and Alexis lock up and Dan gets the jump roping Alexis into a headlock as she backs him up and shoots him off the ropes and ducks underneath to let him run over her and rebound back into the ropes where Malachi is looking around at the fans and he’s close enough that on the rebound, Dan grabs his foot and RIPS him off the top turnbuckle letting the back of his head smash against the pad as Malachi hits the deck rolling a round in pain. Dan takes a moment to admire his dirty work until Alexis tries to sneak in the back door with a victory roll that Dan just rolls through as they both pop right back up and Dan gives her a look like “...really?” and Alexis cheekily smiles and shrugs at him.)
JR Freeman: This match starting off a bit more technical than I would have thought given the environment!
(They look like they’re going to go for another lock up as Malachi rolls to the outside but at the last second, Daniel hits Alexis with a VICIOUS throat thrust dropping her to her knees clutching at her throat as he bounds back into the rope and runs at her looking for a big knee trembler that she manages to duck under and when he rebounds off the opposite rope, Malachi clocks him in the back of the head with a kendo stick he’s pulled from under the ring!)
Alfonso Banks: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO MORE WEAPONS!!!
JR Freeman: Looks like the Collateral Damage match left a few souvenirs for our challengers tonight!
(Malachi slides back in the ring and clocks Makarios in the back of the head with the kendo stick for good measure as well! He then goes on a frenzy smashing the kendo stick across each of their backs violently as the stick shreds to shrapnel and Malachi throws it across the ring screaming intensely!)
Alfonso Banks: DO YOU BELIEVE HE BELONGS *NOW*!?
JR Freeman: He hasn’t done anything but cower in the corner and hit ‘em with a stick!
Alfonso Banks: It’s WORKING isn’t it!?
(Malachi surveys which one looks to be in worse condition and decides to lift Makarios up to her feet, he locks her arm and gives her a HARD standing uranage and preps for the moonsault but as he flips she gets her feet up and kicks him in the ribs sending him flying sideways and the moonsault actually crashes across the back of Daniel Russow! A “THAT WAS AWESOME!” chant starts up as Alexis pulls herself back up to her feet checking the back of her head for blood as Malachi pops back up and throws a superkick at her which she ducks in the nick of time throwing a spinning heel kick at him which he ducks and offers a retaliatory corkscrew roundhouse kick which she ducks again answering back with an attempt at a big “Mick Kick” Malachi backflips out of to avoid as he lands on one knee and she spins around into a ready position as the fans roar with applause and approval. Both of them are breathing heavily and Alexis gives him a nod like “not bad” and even Malachi gives her a bit of a “you got me there” grin. As both of them posture for position, they don’t see that Daniel has recovered and popped up the turnbuckles to hit them both with a standing Fall From Grace as he lunges at Makarios for the cover!)
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
(In desperation, Dan rolls over and dives on Malachi for the cover…)
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
(Dan grabs his forehead and slaps the mat yelling at the referee that was three! The referee assures him it was two as Dan pulls Malachi back up, he kicks him in the stomach and he jumps up to the middle rope pointing finger guns at Malachi as he dives off with a Rabid Deviance from the middle rope! The fans start a “HO-LY SHIT!” taunt as Malachi is completely lumped and Dan rolls him over!)
1!
2!
(Alexis has recovered, ran, and jumps flying into the pin attempt with a massive Down Unda Thunda! But her back lands square across Dan’s knee so she cannot capitalize and all three are writhing in pain! Dan slithers to the corner and out of the ring with a deranged look on his face. Malachi has shaken the cobwebs out and Alexis has managed to pull herself back to her knees at least as Mal sees his opportunity and grabs her trying to hit a snap Hair Trigger package piledriver but she slides through his legs and pops up behind him grabbing him in a headlock and springing off the ropes with an attempted stratusfaction but Malachi POWERS her still in mid move and pops her up into a HARSH lungblower which tweaks his knee and sends her face down onto the mat...Malachi crawls to the corner working the kinks out of his knee and pretending…
...he doesn’t see Daniel Russow climbing the chain link.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God, we’re about to get Russow Crazy in this match!!!
Alfonso Banks: WHAT IS THIS PSYCHO DOING!?
(Dan reaches the top and grabs onto the chain link with his hands and starts SWINGING like he’s moving across monkey bars positioning himself from at LEAST ten feet in the air above Alexis Makarios as the fans build in anticipation and HE…
DANIEL RUSSOW DIVES FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL LOOKING FOR THE FALL OUT ON ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!)
JR Freeman: OHHHH MIOS DIOOOOOS!!!
(...but Alexis rolls out of the way! Dan lands on his feet but quickly his drive knee buckles and he takes a kneeling position as Malachi pops up and superkicks him falling into a cover!)
1!
NO THE SHOULDER’S UP!!!
(Everyone is down as a massive “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant goes up and Malachi gets a wild look in his eyes as he gingerly slides over to the side of the cell and commands they open the door! The fans go absolutely ape shit! The referee’s are INSISTING that they cannot open the door for ANY reason and Malachi begins losing his temper. As the shouting increases Makarios and Russow slowly come to their senses and see Malachi trying to escape! The refs are still refusing to unlock the door so Malachi reaches up grabbing two handfuls of the chain link...swinging himself backwards as he jumps in the air, and swinging dropkicks the door off it’s hinges from the side that WASN’T padlocked!)
JR Freeman: HE’S FREE! THE DOOR’S OPEN! BUT WHY!? WHY!? THIS ISN’T A CAGE MATCH, IT’S HELL IN A CELL!!!
(Malachi works his knee out and turns around making eye contact with Russow and Makarios with a cheshire cat shit eating grin catching his breath, straightening his back...as he flips them BOTH off…
...AND BEGINS TO ASCEND THE CELL!!!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS WHY!? WHY TAKE THIS CHANCE!?
Alfonso Banks: He’s DARING them to take it to the next level! He’s out to PROVE he DESERVED to be in this match!
(Russow looks up at Malachi who’s goading him on the whole way up and he gets a wild smile on his face nodding in approval sliding out of the ring and beginning to climb himself! Alexis watches both of them climb and she looks hesitantly to the fans chanting “GO A-LEX-IS!” and she nods bravely as she clamors herself out the door and climbs the cell too! Malachi is seated in a cross-legged position calmly waiting for Russow and Makarios to join him. Once they are there...the three stand in the same triangle they began the match in...just a bit more carefully. Showing WHY she’s been the champion this long, Alexis kicks off the action and cautiously starts throwing kicks and punches which start being returned as it’s an all out slug fest! Daniel gets the better of it And throws Makarios towards the edge of the cell hovering right over the announcers table as he lifts Malachi and sets for The Hangman’s Body Count...but before he can throw himself down, Malachi gutwrenches and lifts him up hitting a snap tombstone piledriver crashing Russows head off the metal! He hits with a sickening thud! The fans scream “OHHHHHHH!” as Malachi covers on top of the cell!)
1!
2!
Thre- NO 2 ¾ ths!
(Malachi hangs his head shaking it in disbelief as he stands up and stalks over to Makarios who is pulling herself up to her knees. Malachi grabs her by the hair but she uncharacteristically low blows him! He’s teetering towards the edge of the cell! But Alexis can’t bring herself to throw him over the side still feeling the effects of the beating she’s taken. She decides that discretion is the better part of valor and instead of staying in this dangerous environment...she starts slowly climbing her way down!)
JR Freeman: Finally...FINALLY someone has enough sense to get themselves out of this situation!
(She’s about halfway down when suddenly, a bleeding Daniel Russow appears at the edge of the cell looking like a madman! The fans ERUPT with cheers as he leaps, grabbing the cage, and swinging double stomping the back of Makarios’ head INTO the side of the cell! Alexis instantly crashes back halfway up onto the announce table but it DOES NOT BREAK!!! Alexis looks like a corpse.)
JR Freeman: JESU CHRISTE! THAT YOUNG LADY MAY BE IN SERIOUS MEDICAL TRAUMA! THAT WAS AT LEAST A TEN FOOT FALL ONTO THIS TABLE AND THE TABLE...ALF, THE TABLE DIDN’T BREAK!
Alfonso Banks: She’s lying here in front of usw just...bleeding! The EMT’s are rushing out to check on her!
(Daniel Russow gets a sick look on his face as he turns around still holding on to the top of the cage with one hand. He holds up his free hand in a fist and shakes his head! It’s his time! Daniel Russow sets...prepares to leap! DANIEL RUSSOW IS GOING TO END ALEXIS MAKARIOS’ TITLE RUN AND MAYBE HER CAREER! HE SPRINGS!)
*click*
(Daniel Russow leaps from the cage for a massive elbow drop through Alexis Makarios...but his arm is jerked violently backwards and he’s dangling from the cage! He screams in pain looking up to see what the Hell just happened...and he sees that MALACHI…
...HAS HANDCUFFED HIM TO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!)
JR Freeman: WHERE THE BLUE HOLY HELL DID MALACHI GET HANDCUFFS!?
Alfonso Banks: I SAW HIM PULL THEM OUTTA HIS BOOT! WHY DID NO ONE CHECK THE COMPETITORS BEFORE THE MATCH!?
JR Freeman: BECAUSE IT’S HELL IN A CELL, PARTNER! THERE’S NO HOLDS BARRED!!!
(Dan starts VIOLENTLY thrashing trying to break the cuff! He’s pulling so hard his WRIST STARTS TO BLEED! And calmly, collectively, sinisterly...Malachi slinks down the cage a few feet away where Dan can’t get to him and he starts mouthing him through a wicked grin.)
Malachi: WHO DOESN’T BELONG *NOW*, BITCH!?
(Malachi slinks the rest of the way down the cage...after all, with Makarios broken and Russow disposed of...he could take his time! And take his time he does as he viciously throws the EMT’s out of the way and slides up onto the table picking the lifeless body of Makarios up and staring up at Russow who is frantic and manic trying as hard as he can to bust free but he’s forced to watch! Malachi sets!
MALACHI HITS PURE MALICE ON MAKARIOS CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE!)
JR Freeman: NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!!! THIS ISN’T FAIR! WHAT A CHEAP PLOY WITH THE HANDCUFFS, SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!!
Alfonso Banks: I TOLD YOU FREEMAN! I TOLD YOU ALL ALONG!
(Malachi winces but he slides over and lays his back across Makarios looking up at Russow and flipping him off as Russow is almost in tears never relenting, his blood staining the chain link fence flowing from his wrist! When that doesn’t work he starts grabbing at the fastenings to the entire side of the cell, Daniel Russow is NOT quitting, he’s NOT admitting defeat, but all he can do is watch as Malachi flips him off covering Makarios…)
1…
2…
3…
*DING*
Announcer: Here is your winner...and NEWWWWWW PWS APEX WORLD CHAMPION...MALACHI!!!
(Malachi throws his hands in the air in celebration! He rolls over onto his knees with tears in his eyes as he’s presented the PWS World Heavyweight Championship! Daniel Russow has turned away pressing his forehead against the cold steel of the cell...Alexis Makarios slowly starts to stir as stage hands diligently work to free Daniel Russow...as Malachi climbs back up the cell. Looking down at Dan and holding the title high before turning around and properly gripping the championship bending at the waist and throwing himself back up with the title prominently above his head screaming for the world to see!)
JR Freeman: I can’t BELIEVE it...I just Goddamn can’t BELIEVE it! THIS was Daniel Russow’s night! He put his heart and soul into EVERY moment of this match leading up to it!
Alfonso Banks: He took his eyes off the prize! The charity work, the eminent pregnancy of his wife, his eagerness to please everybody and carry on the Russow legacy!
JR Freeman: Heavy is, indeed, the head that wears the crown but our hats off to Daniel Russow...who put up maybe the best fight we’ve ever seen! And Alexis Makarios as game and defiant as always...but tonight...I can’t even say it…
Alfonso Banks: TONIGHT...YOUR LAST RITES...WERE NOTHING BUT PURE...MALICE!
(The logo plays in the corner as we end on a shot of a visibly emotional Malachi still on top of the cell looking at his title as Bella Madison runs out and climbs the cell and nearly bowls him over with a kiss celebrating with him as quite a few of the fans give all three of these warriors a raucous round of applause. He didn't ask for it...but the energy in the audience feels certain that Malachi, like him or not, has earned their respect. Daniel Russow is finally uncuffed and he just collapses to the outside with his head in his hands. Bella helps Malachi up to his feet as he wraps his arm around her, kisses her again, and raises the title high to prove every one of his doubters wrong. And that...is where we end the show. Goodnight everybody!)
WINNER = AND NEW PWS:APEX WORLD CHAMPION MALACHI
(c) PWS: Apex 2019[/div]