Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jan 31, 2020 2:40:20 GMT -5
(The scene opens to see Mack McKane walking alone into the arena backstage and it's not long before Mack starts to notice something's amiss. He's used to people staring at him in curiosity or fear but these looks were…were hungrier. Mack felt like there were nothing but intense glares from people circling him like feral tigers.)
Mack McKane: Uhhhh...right...fucks goin' on?
(Mack looks over at the wall near catering where a crowd stands gawking at something on the wall. Mack shrugs off the glares and makes his way over. As he approached he noticed some of the crowd turning and giving him more of the same looks.)
Mack McKane: Th'fuck is YOUR malfunction, ya mutants?
(As if on cue they part and let him approach a hand scribbled notice on the wall.)
"$100,000 dollars to whomever takes out Mack McKane. Cash."
(Mack clicks his tongue and turns around...the mob has closed in on him. He cracks his neck and then?
He starts fluttering his trusted butterfly knife. The crowd takes a step back.)
Mack McKane: Right. I'm only gonna say this ONCE. An' yer ALL gonna spread me message, savvy? I ain't runnin'...I ain't hidin'...and if yer comin' to collect ya'd better come CORRECT cause if yas DON'T?
I won't run.
I won't brawl.
I won't bargain.
...I'm just...gonna gut...the lot o' yas.
(Everybody starts to murmur and look around at each other as Mack suddenly lunges forward.)
Mack McKane: BOO!!!
(EVERYONE jumps as Mack picks up his bag and signals for them to part again as he walks off down the hall whistling "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles")
Miss Puppies v Gracie Lopez
(The match starts, Gracie is in the far corner of the ring wearing laker colors for her fallen idol. Puppies is wearing what she normally does. However, as the bell rings, Gracie charged out of the corner like a bat out of hell and dropped kick Puppies into the corner. Gracie drives her knee into the side of the face of Puppies before going for the first cover of the night. Puppies kicked out at the count of 2. After the pin attempt, Puppies starts to get into the match now, she starts to get on a roll for a bit. However, she made the mistake of getting on the top rope, Gracie with her spring legs jumps on the top rope and hits a Spanish fly on Puppies.)
JR Freeman: She’s been like a house of fire tonight.
Alf: I don’t blame her, Puppies is trying to fight back but I think Gracie is too strong.
Jr Freeman: How can puppies slow her down?
Alf: Keep her grounded, but it hasn’t worked so far.
(Puppies finally finds an answer on how to slow Gracie down and it works for the most part. Back and forth the match goes, Puppies is staying competitive in the match, she even manages to get a pin attempt in on Gracie but ultimately, it ended in a count of 1. As the match nears its end, Gracie has control of the match again after using her ariel assault. Puppies charges towards Gracie but Gracie kicked her across the lips with a roundhouse kick, Puppies crumbles to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Gracie hits her version of the springboard 450 that she calls the “grace and style.”)
JR freeman: Puppies tried her best here, but the way Gracie is feeling emotional wise, Gracie was too tough.
Alf: Puppies shouldn’t have called out Gracie the way she did, a lesson learned.
(After the match, Gracie took off the Lakers jersey she had been wearing during the match, she placed it in the middle of the ring before she makes her exit, a spotlight shines on the jersey before the show slowly fades to commercial.)
WINNER = GRACIE LOPEZ
(We see Mack McKane sitting on the couch in the Russow associated locker room with his head laid back and his eyes closed as Mattie Cormier flutters around the room working diligently on new outfits as Mack starts rubbing his temples. She notices and walks over sitting on his lap and kissing him.)
Mattie Cormier: Ya know...it never said you had to be HURT to miss the Pay-Per-View…
Mack McKane: Why Ms. Cormier...are you tryina collect right now?
(She wraps her arms around his neck and whispers nibbling his earlobe.)
Mattie Cormier: I'm just sayin'...you...me...a beach…
Mack McKane: Yeah?
Mattie Cormier: ...I've made some new bikinis I think you'll like.
Mack McKane: Okay that...THAT is...VERY tempting and I'm gonna need those modeled VERY soon…
Mattie Cormier: Aww...so that's a no?
Mack McKane: ...love, I gave up EVERYTHING just for a SHOT at bein' the best. An' there's a good chance I ain't even winnin'! Malachi is WORLD CLASS I done seen it maself!...but I have to try. 'specially now that they've gone through so much trouble to gimme such a warm welcome!
(Suddenly there's a thudding crash against the door. Mattie leaps off Mack's lap and he flicks his blade pushing her behind him...it's silent...but soon there's another thunderous crash and the muffled screams of an unidentified man. Its silent again...until there's a gentle knock at the door.)
Mack McKane: FUCK OFF!!!
(A booming voice comes a bit muffled from the other side of the door…)
Voice: LANGUAGE!!!
(Mack suddenly stands straight up confused as he looks at Mattie's equally confused face and they simultaneously say…)
M&M: ...Slappy?
Voice: HULLO!
(Mack cautiously approaches the door and he cracks it open and beaming at him waving a massive bloody hand at Mack stands Slappy McGoo. Mack opens the door and he sees an array of about four local tryout talents lying unconscious and bleeding in the hall. Mack looks at Slappy trying to keep a stone demeanor...but he swallows hard.)
Mack McKane: S-Slap...bruv...think this through...PLEASE…
Slappy McGoo: Heh? Wh-...I ain't here ta collect on ya!
Mack McKane: ...you're...youre not?
Slappy McGoo: O' COURSE not ya silly billy!
Mack McKane: Then wh-...why ya here, bruv?
(Slappy pushes his way into the locker room checkin' every inch including the bathroom as he walks over and locks the door before turning and going to wash his hands.)
Slappy McGoo: Ah been hired.
Mack McKane: ...by who, may I ask?
Slappy McGoo: Err...can't tell ya that's. BUT! What I CAN tells ya...yer safe as long as I'm around!
(Mack thanks him with a pseudo hug and walks back collapsing on the couch.)
(The scene opens up in the backstage hallway, near the setup for the backstage interviews. The World Champion Malachi could be seen walking down the hallway, the title held over his shoulder and a proud smirk on his face. A figure suddenly steps into his path, and he looks up with a snarl on his face.)
Malachi: The fuck you want, King Kong? If your boss wants another meeting with me, tell him to call my damn secretary.
(The camera turns to see Everett Jacobs’ bodyguard standing in front of Mal, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t say a word, but steps to the side to reveal none other than the self-appointed Executive Overseer himself, which sours Mal’s mood even further.)
Everett Jacobs: Just the champion I wanted to see!
Malachi: You’re a bloody cockroach, you know that?
Everett Jacobs: Now now, no need for hostilities. I come under the banner of peace. Just wanted to know if you’ve given my offer any more consideration.
(Malachi lets out a loud laugh.)
Malachi: You’re fuckin’ dense, you know that? I haven’t considered a damn thing. My answer’s still “get fucked, you little weasel.”
Everett Jacobs: Look, I’m sure that by now you’ve heard of the little bounty that’s been placed on the head of your number one contender. Or at least seen the trail of destruction wrought by him and that...dimwitted behemoth.
(Malachi raises an eyebrow.)
Everett Jacobs: But that’s only because the people that have gone after him have been stupid enough to charge headfirst. You, on the other hand? You’re smarter than that. Not to mention he trusts you. You could get close to him, and hit him before he even knew what was what. You’d walk away $100,000 richer, not to mention ensuring that you walk out of the pay per view still the World Champion. And once that degenerate is out of your way, this company will be yours to mold in your image. I can make it happen for you.
(Everett flashes a smile at Malachi...who actually seems like he’s considering it as Everett continues talking.)
Everett Jacobs: Think about it. We can get you a custom title. We’ll load that thing with so much gold and jewels you’ll need my man here to carry it around for you!
(Everett slaps his burly guard on the shoulder.)
Everett Jacobs: Your own dressing room, fully catered of course. A private jet for you and the little woman. The best hotel suites money can buy. You could be living the true champion’s life, my friend. Something that you deserve as the face of this company. And I can make sure that your championship reign is the longest this company has ever seen.
(He extended his hand to Malachi.)
Everett Jacobs: What do you say?
(Malachi looks down at Everett’s outstretched hand, seemingly deep in thought.)
Malachi: Not gonna lie, that all sounds pretty damn good. Tell you what, let me think it over. I’ll get back to you before the end of the show.
(Without waiting for a reply, Malachi walked past them and down the hallway, while the camera stayed on Everett who had a smug grin on his face as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen and bringing it up to his ear.)
Everett Jacobs: I think we’ve got him.
(The door swings open and out swaggers Mack McKane with Slappy McGoo in tow.)
Voice: NOTHIN' PERSONAL, EH YA HOSER!?
(Mack and Slappy turn and look as Jimmers O'Toole charges Mack with a slab of wood. He's holding it over his head and doing his bow-legged shuffle. Slappy pushes Mack behind him amd goozles poor Jimmers by the throat.)
Slappy McGoo: ...Hullo.
Jimmers O'Toole: *straining* How're ya now?
Slappy McGoo: Good, n'you?
Jimmers O'Toole: Ah not s'bad. Say what say ya lemme go and I just...be on my Merry? I seens the light! No need to get excited!
Slappy McGoo: Sorry Super Chieftain...PITTER-PATTER!
(And with one jerk upwards, Slappy throws little Jimmers STRAIGHT up through the ceiling tiles and outta sight.)
Mack McKane: ...ATTABOY!
(They nod at each other and turn to walk off as Mack is checking his phone totally oblivious to the fact Chris Blade has charged and been used like a human javelin into the catering table.)
Slappy McGoo: So...who d'ya reckon SET the bounty.
Mack McKane: ...only two people I can imagine...and I DON'T hafta imagine…
(Slappy shrugs as Chris Blade weakly stands up with half a shrimp cocktail lodged in his mouth...as Jimmers comes crashing through the ceiling on top of him.)
(Backstage we see Star Stormz angrily tapping her nails on her desk reading something on her computer as a commotion breaks out in the hall...heavy blows land and we hear what sounds like a dying ogre being pummeled. The confrontation builds and builds until, like before...we hear A-)
*CRRRRRRACK*
"...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
(Everything goes silent for a moment as Star slowly starts rising from her seat with, dare we say, a look of almost HOPE on her face...as there's a gentle knock on the door.)
Star Stormz: ...they'd never knock...c'mon...COME IN!!!
(A few moments pass of complete silence as Star looks incredibly confused as she stands up until…)
*CRASH!!!!!*
(Her double thick, double reinforced door comes flying off the hinges as the massive features of the behemoth Max Johnson lies unconscious bleeding profusely on her floor. She looks from Max to the door with bewilderment only to be met with the hulking, violent face of Slappy McGoo standing behind the most evil faced Mack McKane absolutely seething. Mack holds up one finger.)
Mack McKane: Strike. One.
(He nudges Slappy who puts a big hand on his shoulder and they turn leaving a trail of broken bodies of would be gladiators in their wake.)
(A knock echos across Gracie’s locker room, we hear a voice.)
Voice: Just a minute!
(A second later, Gracie is seen in her street clothes now. She cleaned up after the match she had with Puppies. She opens the door, and it happens to be her stepmom, Jennifer Carpenter Lopez. She walks into the locker room.)
Jenn: You thinking about going after that bounty that Star put out?
Gracie: That 100k thing? Yeahhhh…. Let me think about it.
(Gracie shakes her head.)
Gracie: No. I’m ready to leave, I already did my part of the show, and they expect me to run around like a headless chicken to chase a dude who has 500 people as security? Nah, that’s way below my pay rate. Now, if it was 10 mill, maybe we’ll talk turkey. Are you going to do it?
Jenn: Chase Mack and Slappy? Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’m not going to risk my life because Star wants to behave like a brat who had her silver spoon taken out of her mouth.
Gracie: Tell me how you really feel.
Jenn: Just wait a minute…. When the hell did we start listening to authority figures?!
Gracie: I think it was a Tuesday…..
Jenn: I’ve been doing this for 10 years now and I’ve NEVER listened to an authority figure. You’ve been doing this for 3 years and you never listened to them either.
Gracie: You’re right. From the anti diva’s to the uprising we did what we wanted on OUR terms, and we didn’t give 2 fucks on what authority had to say. But that’s a different rant for a different day. For now, I’m not going after Mack for that kind of pay.
(Gracie shakes her head.)
Gracie: Don’t get me wrong, I’m NOT scared of someone like Mack. I mean, I’ve seen worse things around LA, like Macarthur park, Gangs, the list goes on and on. Mack is child's play compared to the stuff I see going on in LA on a daily basis. When I talk to Mack, I’ll do it the adult away, not this headless chicken, cowards way.
(Gracie grabs her bags and her rolly bag.)
Gracie: Let’s go, our night is done here.
(Both Jenn nods her head as both girls walk out of the locker room heading towards the exit.)
(We see Mack McKane walking down the corridor sans Slappy McGoo, he turns the corner near the locker room and leaning against the wall stands the Champion, Malachi. Mack approaches with caution.)
Mack McKane: Alright?
(Mal kicks off from the wall, World Championship slung over his shoulder as he turns towards Mack and stalks towards him slowly and framed perfectly in-between them is one of the bounty posters. Both of them look at the poster then back at each other. We see Mack's demeanor shift as Mal rolls the toothpick in his mouth back and forth looking Mack up and down.)
Malachi: Seems like you’re quite the popular one around here tonight.
Mack McKane: Innit though? Almost as if...someone...weren't too keen on me makin' our match.
(Mack leans forward and squints his eyes a bit before leaning back to his normal demeanor.)
Mack McKane: Nah...I never figured it was you. You love that title but...first time we squared, I got'cha clean. Yer a lotta things, mate...but a coward who takes shortcuts ain't one of 'em. S'alright Slap.
(Emerging from the shadow next to them stands the hulking Slappy McGoo who walks over and retakes his spot behind Mack.)
Mack McKane: 'sides...the lasses would eat you alive, innit? So what's on ya mind, bruv?
(Malachi smirks, adjusting the title on his shoulder.)
Malachi: You’re right. I’m not interested in collecting on this bounty shit. When we step up at Demons Run, I want to know I beat you at 100%.
Mack McKane: S'way it should be. Don't worry, I will be. Now if you'll excuse us, there's a weaselly little slimeball I need to go have a…"chat"...with.
Morgan Baker v Cynthia Hellsing
Morgan Baker v Cynthia Hellsing
(The two start off with a lock up, and Cynthia takes advantage over the rookie Morgan. Cynthia continues to keep Morgan on her toes.)
Jr: Cynthia is using her experience to keep Morgan at bay.
Alf: Morgan is still pretty green, you gotta figure that's gonna play a factor tonight
(After a few minutes, Morgan takes control. She goes to the top rope and hits a perfect Halestorm for the pin)
1...2...3!
WINNER =
(We catch up with the man of the hour, the most popular target PWS: Apex has ever seen. And he comes to a stop...directly outside a door vibrantly marked "Everett Jacobs". There is a hulking bodybuilder SOMEHOW bigger than even Slappy as Slappy gears up and steps forward...only to be met by Mack McKane holding out an arm to stop him. Mack calmly approaches...pulling out a roll of parchment.)
Mack McKane: ...I've no clue who you are...I'm sure deep down yer a great family man or whatever, I couldn't be fucked...so what I need YOU to do...is take this letter to ya boss. Because I know HALF o' this bounty bullshit has his name all over it.
(Mack holds the parchment out. The man scoffs.)
Bodyguard: I dont like to be handed things...now fuck off before I cripple you and collect myself.
(Mack holds his arm out again to hold Slappy back who is chomping at the bit to get to this guy and his lunge set the bodyguard on edge. Mack holds out his hands for everyone to calm down.)
Mack McKane: Now gents...theres no call fa violence. If you could...PLEASE...I'd REALLY like for your boss to get this message.
(The bodyguard takes it as Mack and Slappy relax)
Mack McKane: SEE! No miss, no fus-
(In one smirking motion, the bodyguard shreds the letter and throws the fragments at Mack before squaring up to him...Mack starts to laugh...Slappy looks confused as the bodyguard starts to laugh as Mack turns around telling Slappy to laugh until he VIOLENTLY punts the bodyguard square in the balls with his spiked military boot dropping the mastodon to his knees as Mack grabs another piece of paper and a quill.)
Mack McKane: WE COULD HAVE MADE THIS EASY!!! ALL I WANTED YOUR THICK, NEANDERTHAL HANDS DELIVER ONE SHEET OF PAPER! AND *NOW*!!! I HAVE TO START *OVER*!!!
(Mack viciously and sickeningly stabs the pen repeatedly into the bodyguards back and arms using his blood to scrawl out his note and once he's done…)
Mack McKane: Slap...yer in.
(As if on cue Slappy snaps and laughing on cue the camera cuts away and we hear a big man start to cry before another sickening crack as we're focused on Mack swaggering up to the door and clicking open a switchblade and stabbing the note in the door snarling against it.)
Mack McKane: TICK, TOCK YA GREASY LITTLE ASSHAIR!!! ALLONS-Y!!!
(Mack turns as Slappy "decorates" the door laying the unconscious bleeding hulk propped up against the door.)
Michael O'Neil v Travis Ryan
(Just as the bell rings Mike screams across the ring and delivers an akuza kick right to the face of Travis. Mike doesn’t waste any time and pulls a practically unconscious Ryan from the corner and drops him in the Penance Driver and quickly covers him.)
1...2...3
JR: Mike made extremely quick work of that poor poor man.
Alf: Rest in Peace Travis Ryan.
WINNER = MICHAEL O'NEIL
The cameras cut to the back where Miss Puppies and Richard Rider were talking to each other. She peeked around the corner. The camera turned to show her view. She could see Mack McKane at a vending machine. He was reaching into his pocket to pull out money. She popped back around the corner and the camera changed to show her and Rider again.)
Miss Puppies: Ok! So there’s our payday. You go out there and you take him out, then we split the $100k 70/30.
Rider: You said 50/50!
Miss Puppies: Fine… 60/40. Now go!
Rider: I don’t know… it IS Mack McKane… that guy is crazy and carries a knife. What if he stabs me?
Miss Puppies: Oh there’s medical personnel everywhere… You’ll be fine!
Rider: I don’t know…
Miss Puppies: Oh come on, Little Dicky… think of it… Richard Rider… the man who took out Mack McKane! Why, Star would be so pleased with you… I’m sure she would just HAND you that World Title along with that nice little bonus.
Rider: That DOES sound pretty awesome.
Miss Puppies: DAMN RIGHT! Now go get momma that bounty!
(Rider, now all pumped up, turns the corner in a frenzy but bumps directly into something. He slowly looks up to see a scowling Slappy MaGoo with his arms crossed, glaring down at him. His entire demeanor changes as he takes a step back)
Rider: I … uh … she … you … not … BYE!
(He high tails it back around the corner.)
Miss Puppies: What happened???
Rider: He… not Mack… big… BIG!!!
(Miss Puppies looked confused and peeks around the corner. Slappy was not in sight, but Mack was pushing buttons on the vending machine, unaware that Miss Puppies and Rider were even there. He waits for a second and the machine whirs a bit, but doesn’t dispense his item. He smacks the machine as Miss Puppies goes back behind the corner.)
Miss Puppies: What are you talking about? Mack isn’t that big. He’s what… buck fifty at most? Now get out there and take him out! I want my bounty!
Rider: Ok ok fine!
(Rider pops out from the corner again, this time, Mack was not visible, but Slappy could be seen shoulder tackling the vending machine to get it to dispense Mack’s item. Rider quickly goes back around the corner.)
Rider: HE’S HUGE! I’M OUT! NOT WORTH IT!
(Rider then storms off camera. Miss Puppies shakes her head)
Miss Puppies: When ya want something done right… ya gotta do it yourself.
(She went around the corner and saw that both Slappy and Mack were gone.)
Miss Puppies: DAMNIT!
(The camera cuts to a commercial)
(There's massive feedback over the arena PA system as the fans groan before it gets situated and a familiar British voice. )
Voice: S'this? S'this on? CHECK! MIC CHE-Fuck it, just go live!
(The tron kicks to life as we see the striking blue eyes of Mack McKane shaking the camera and making sure its on.)
Slappy McGoo: Ya gotsta set the color balance.
Mack McKane: Is it- can they see me? They can see me. Fuck it. I'm going. OI! YOU LOT!!!
(The fans erupt with cheers chanting "MACK MCKANE!" as he nods his head thanking them before violently bobbing up and down.)
Mack McKane: Cheers am' all that ya fookin' legends but we got somethin' ta say. All night. ALL. NIGHT. I been chased around, I been jump scared, I been stalked, I been attacked and WHY?
(Mack backs up and we can only see Slappy in the press box behind him waving frantically. Mack snarls and holds up the Bounty poster.)
Mack McKane: Now...who? Whooooo do WE know...what would just LOVE fer me ta miss my title shot at the Pay-Per-View? Is it perhaps the walking can of hairspray what thinks he owns my lady? Is it the petty cunt what broke my Superstar of the Year trophy? Could it be the TWO of 'em!? *fake gasp*
(Slappy shrieks like a woman clapping his hands to his cheeks Home Alone style. The fans bust out laughing, even Mack has a chuckle...that turns into a deep laugh...that turns into a cruel cackle. Mack viciously grabs at his hair before clapping his hands obviously going u stable.)
Mack McKane: Days ago...MERE...DAYS ago. Two people who mean...EVERY world to me...two INNOCENT...GIRLS. They had their ENTIRE WORLD...RIPPED to shreds and TORN upside down!!! I found the broken, blistered body of the woman that saved my life when I didn't know who I was...I FOUND HER DAUGHTER...CRYING IN HER ROOM...DRENCHED IN BLOOD. And in the CORNER...was a FREAK...that had ONE LAST MESSAGE for me!!!
...ASHLEY...IS SEVEN. YEARS. OLD.
Mack McKane: But see that's what he does, innit? He preys on little girls and their mums. He done it before…
(Slappy looks visibly distraught by the memory)
Mack McKane: Cause he wrote what the last lil' girls name he preyed up on th'wall over her BED, innit!? Written in blood!
B...E...L...L...A.
(The crowd murmurs as Slappy punches the wall as Mack starts to nod psyching himself up to get more and more pissed.)
Mack McKane: It weren't my war...I WAS OUT!!! An' you lost...but I didn't. stomp. HARD enough. Well sunshine, I can promise you...just like I promised that Russow on Twitter. When I take my shot...I dont FOOKIN' MISS!!! So ya wanna finish this? You and me "Dad" wanna snuff out what'cha started when he MURDERED MY MUM!? Then you come at ME. No women...no children...I ain't ran, I ain't hid ONCE! And I CAME here t'night ta call your bluff but alas...I got dragged...into BACKSTAGE POLITICAL BULLSHIT. ONCE AGAIN!!!...c'mere.
(Mack takes the camera and he shoves it in the face of Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr and the ripped mask exposing blood of Travis Ryan tied together in the middle of the press box.)
Mack McKane: ...see these cunts? They're two of PWS' "Next Generation" and YOU lot put it in their heads they'd get famous by takin' MINE!
(Mack sets the camera down and flips open his blade as he dances up to Travis leaning down beside him and gently asking….)
Mack McKane: ...was it worth it?
(Travis weeps silently as Mack slaps the absolute dog shit outta him.)
Mack McKane: HUH!? WAS IT FFFFUCKIN' WORTH IT YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE PRICK!?
(Mack darts over and grabs Juan's hair lifting his head and playfully tapping his blade against the side of his neck.)
Mack McKane: Se Habla Inglés?
Juan: S-...Si…
Mack McKane: D'ya reckon this were a good plan? HUH!? D'YOU FOOKIN' RECKON WE'RE HAVIN' FUN NOW!?
(Mack raises the knife in his fist as Slappy grabs his arm and pulls him off to the side, they have a little conference as Mack nods and runs his fingers through his hair before turning back.)
Mack McKane: This...was all...nothing more than a bit of an amusing annoyance at first. But all of you that came for me...I want you...to listen and listen well. I want that whore Star Stormz...and that sniveling worm Everett Jacob's to LISTEN to what I'm about to say. This weren't the day...this weren't the time...and when I fi d out which one o' yas it were? You don't NEED...to fear the Board of Directors. You don't NEED to fear for your jobs what you NEED...is to watch...your fookin' backs because WHEN...not IF...I find out which one o' yas it were?
...you will repay my blade in dripping rubies...for your sins and transgressions. THAT...I promise you.
(Mack spits on the ground at the camera and turns around patting a cowering Juan Cabrera Jr on the cheek as he and Slappy leave.)
(The cameras cut backstage where we see a slew of sexy it’s and medical personnel surrounding someone, and as the camera gets closer, we see that it is Michael O’Neil, appearing to be knocked out.)
Security Guard: Foes anyone know how this happened?
Trainer: No clue. He was just found this way.
(The cameras cut away as we cut back to JR and Alf.)
JR: What the hell!?
Alf: Someone knocked out Mikey!
JR: I have it on good authority that Damon is not here tonight, so I really don’t think it’s him, but I have no idea who else it could be.
Alf: Well whoever it was, I’m sure they’ll have some explaining to do for this.
Non-Title Match Main Event
Alanah O'Connell v Richard Rider
*DING DING*
(Rider attempts to pearl harbor Alanah but she’s been here before and knows what is coming and waste no time going on the attack. The young O’Connell throwing punches and kicks to Rider who just seems to be completely caught off guard.)
JR: The United Champion knew it was coming. Rider has become predictable.
Alf: He’s just letting her wear herself out.
JR: You are an idiot to think that will EVER happen.
(Alanah pulls Rider out to the center of the ring and sends him off the ropes, Rider goes to duck on a leapfrog from Alanah but Rider catches her legs which catches her by surprise at first but the quick thinking champ quickly sling shots herself and delivers a version of a Canadian Destroyer and she stays hooked for the pin...
1...
2..
Rider foolishly kicks out and Alanah gets to her feet and smirks and looks down at the camera and winks.)
Alf: Was that a wink?
JR: It was....what does she have in her head?!?
(Alanah sees Rider rise to his knees, she hits the ropes and hooks his head and delivers the short trip hurricanrana.)
JR: Wait...was that...?
Alf: That was Bella Aube! She just used Bella’s move against Rider!
JR: So if it’s true that means...
(Alanah doesn’t waste any time in quickly hooks up Rider in the PTO and lifts him up with all her strength.)
JR: BELLA NOTTE! The PTO Submission is lock in!
Alf: Oh come on Dick, FIGHT HER!
(Rider screams out and quickly taps out and Alanah quick drops him as her music plays to the sounds of cheers of the Pittsburgh crowd.)
JR: What the hell was that from the Irish Rose???
Alf: I do believe she practically called out her number one contender, her friend, Bella Madison.
(Alanah gets her hand raised by the referee as she blows a kiss towards the camera.)
JR: Now here’s the question...how will Bella respond?? I guess we’re going to find out on the next episode on Riot!
(The scene switches to the back as we see Malachi and Bella watching the television in the back. Mal looks at Bella with an eyebrow raised and Bella smirks.)
Bella Madison: Well....game on then.
WINNER = ALANAH O'CONNELL
(c) PWS: Apex 2020
Mack McKane: Uhhhh...right...fucks goin' on?
(Mack looks over at the wall near catering where a crowd stands gawking at something on the wall. Mack shrugs off the glares and makes his way over. As he approached he noticed some of the crowd turning and giving him more of the same looks.)
Mack McKane: Th'fuck is YOUR malfunction, ya mutants?
(As if on cue they part and let him approach a hand scribbled notice on the wall.)
"$100,000 dollars to whomever takes out Mack McKane. Cash."
(Mack clicks his tongue and turns around...the mob has closed in on him. He cracks his neck and then?
He starts fluttering his trusted butterfly knife. The crowd takes a step back.)
Mack McKane: Right. I'm only gonna say this ONCE. An' yer ALL gonna spread me message, savvy? I ain't runnin'...I ain't hidin'...and if yer comin' to collect ya'd better come CORRECT cause if yas DON'T?
I won't run.
I won't brawl.
I won't bargain.
...I'm just...gonna gut...the lot o' yas.
(Everybody starts to murmur and look around at each other as Mack suddenly lunges forward.)
Mack McKane: BOO!!!
(EVERYONE jumps as Mack picks up his bag and signals for them to part again as he walks off down the hall whistling "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles")
Miss Puppies v Gracie Lopez
(The match starts, Gracie is in the far corner of the ring wearing laker colors for her fallen idol. Puppies is wearing what she normally does. However, as the bell rings, Gracie charged out of the corner like a bat out of hell and dropped kick Puppies into the corner. Gracie drives her knee into the side of the face of Puppies before going for the first cover of the night. Puppies kicked out at the count of 2. After the pin attempt, Puppies starts to get into the match now, she starts to get on a roll for a bit. However, she made the mistake of getting on the top rope, Gracie with her spring legs jumps on the top rope and hits a Spanish fly on Puppies.)
JR Freeman: She’s been like a house of fire tonight.
Alf: I don’t blame her, Puppies is trying to fight back but I think Gracie is too strong.
Jr Freeman: How can puppies slow her down?
Alf: Keep her grounded, but it hasn’t worked so far.
(Puppies finally finds an answer on how to slow Gracie down and it works for the most part. Back and forth the match goes, Puppies is staying competitive in the match, she even manages to get a pin attempt in on Gracie but ultimately, it ended in a count of 1. As the match nears its end, Gracie has control of the match again after using her ariel assault. Puppies charges towards Gracie but Gracie kicked her across the lips with a roundhouse kick, Puppies crumbles to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Gracie hits her version of the springboard 450 that she calls the “grace and style.”)
JR freeman: Puppies tried her best here, but the way Gracie is feeling emotional wise, Gracie was too tough.
Alf: Puppies shouldn’t have called out Gracie the way she did, a lesson learned.
(After the match, Gracie took off the Lakers jersey she had been wearing during the match, she placed it in the middle of the ring before she makes her exit, a spotlight shines on the jersey before the show slowly fades to commercial.)
WINNER = GRACIE LOPEZ
(We see Mack McKane sitting on the couch in the Russow associated locker room with his head laid back and his eyes closed as Mattie Cormier flutters around the room working diligently on new outfits as Mack starts rubbing his temples. She notices and walks over sitting on his lap and kissing him.)
Mattie Cormier: Ya know...it never said you had to be HURT to miss the Pay-Per-View…
Mack McKane: Why Ms. Cormier...are you tryina collect right now?
(She wraps her arms around his neck and whispers nibbling his earlobe.)
Mattie Cormier: I'm just sayin'...you...me...a beach…
Mack McKane: Yeah?
Mattie Cormier: ...I've made some new bikinis I think you'll like.
Mack McKane: Okay that...THAT is...VERY tempting and I'm gonna need those modeled VERY soon…
Mattie Cormier: Aww...so that's a no?
Mack McKane: ...love, I gave up EVERYTHING just for a SHOT at bein' the best. An' there's a good chance I ain't even winnin'! Malachi is WORLD CLASS I done seen it maself!...but I have to try. 'specially now that they've gone through so much trouble to gimme such a warm welcome!
(Suddenly there's a thudding crash against the door. Mattie leaps off Mack's lap and he flicks his blade pushing her behind him...it's silent...but soon there's another thunderous crash and the muffled screams of an unidentified man. Its silent again...until there's a gentle knock at the door.)
Mack McKane: FUCK OFF!!!
(A booming voice comes a bit muffled from the other side of the door…)
Voice: LANGUAGE!!!
(Mack suddenly stands straight up confused as he looks at Mattie's equally confused face and they simultaneously say…)
M&M: ...Slappy?
Voice: HULLO!
(Mack cautiously approaches the door and he cracks it open and beaming at him waving a massive bloody hand at Mack stands Slappy McGoo. Mack opens the door and he sees an array of about four local tryout talents lying unconscious and bleeding in the hall. Mack looks at Slappy trying to keep a stone demeanor...but he swallows hard.)
Mack McKane: S-Slap...bruv...think this through...PLEASE…
Slappy McGoo: Heh? Wh-...I ain't here ta collect on ya!
Mack McKane: ...you're...youre not?
Slappy McGoo: O' COURSE not ya silly billy!
Mack McKane: Then wh-...why ya here, bruv?
(Slappy pushes his way into the locker room checkin' every inch including the bathroom as he walks over and locks the door before turning and going to wash his hands.)
Slappy McGoo: Ah been hired.
Mack McKane: ...by who, may I ask?
Slappy McGoo: Err...can't tell ya that's. BUT! What I CAN tells ya...yer safe as long as I'm around!
(Mack thanks him with a pseudo hug and walks back collapsing on the couch.)
(The scene opens up in the backstage hallway, near the setup for the backstage interviews. The World Champion Malachi could be seen walking down the hallway, the title held over his shoulder and a proud smirk on his face. A figure suddenly steps into his path, and he looks up with a snarl on his face.)
Malachi: The fuck you want, King Kong? If your boss wants another meeting with me, tell him to call my damn secretary.
(The camera turns to see Everett Jacobs’ bodyguard standing in front of Mal, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t say a word, but steps to the side to reveal none other than the self-appointed Executive Overseer himself, which sours Mal’s mood even further.)
Everett Jacobs: Just the champion I wanted to see!
Malachi: You’re a bloody cockroach, you know that?
Everett Jacobs: Now now, no need for hostilities. I come under the banner of peace. Just wanted to know if you’ve given my offer any more consideration.
(Malachi lets out a loud laugh.)
Malachi: You’re fuckin’ dense, you know that? I haven’t considered a damn thing. My answer’s still “get fucked, you little weasel.”
Everett Jacobs: Look, I’m sure that by now you’ve heard of the little bounty that’s been placed on the head of your number one contender. Or at least seen the trail of destruction wrought by him and that...dimwitted behemoth.
(Malachi raises an eyebrow.)
Everett Jacobs: But that’s only because the people that have gone after him have been stupid enough to charge headfirst. You, on the other hand? You’re smarter than that. Not to mention he trusts you. You could get close to him, and hit him before he even knew what was what. You’d walk away $100,000 richer, not to mention ensuring that you walk out of the pay per view still the World Champion. And once that degenerate is out of your way, this company will be yours to mold in your image. I can make it happen for you.
(Everett flashes a smile at Malachi...who actually seems like he’s considering it as Everett continues talking.)
Everett Jacobs: Think about it. We can get you a custom title. We’ll load that thing with so much gold and jewels you’ll need my man here to carry it around for you!
(Everett slaps his burly guard on the shoulder.)
Everett Jacobs: Your own dressing room, fully catered of course. A private jet for you and the little woman. The best hotel suites money can buy. You could be living the true champion’s life, my friend. Something that you deserve as the face of this company. And I can make sure that your championship reign is the longest this company has ever seen.
(He extended his hand to Malachi.)
Everett Jacobs: What do you say?
(Malachi looks down at Everett’s outstretched hand, seemingly deep in thought.)
Malachi: Not gonna lie, that all sounds pretty damn good. Tell you what, let me think it over. I’ll get back to you before the end of the show.
(Without waiting for a reply, Malachi walked past them and down the hallway, while the camera stayed on Everett who had a smug grin on his face as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen and bringing it up to his ear.)
Everett Jacobs: I think we’ve got him.
(The door swings open and out swaggers Mack McKane with Slappy McGoo in tow.)
Voice: NOTHIN' PERSONAL, EH YA HOSER!?
(Mack and Slappy turn and look as Jimmers O'Toole charges Mack with a slab of wood. He's holding it over his head and doing his bow-legged shuffle. Slappy pushes Mack behind him amd goozles poor Jimmers by the throat.)
Slappy McGoo: ...Hullo.
Jimmers O'Toole: *straining* How're ya now?
Slappy McGoo: Good, n'you?
Jimmers O'Toole: Ah not s'bad. Say what say ya lemme go and I just...be on my Merry? I seens the light! No need to get excited!
Slappy McGoo: Sorry Super Chieftain...PITTER-PATTER!
(And with one jerk upwards, Slappy throws little Jimmers STRAIGHT up through the ceiling tiles and outta sight.)
Mack McKane: ...ATTABOY!
(They nod at each other and turn to walk off as Mack is checking his phone totally oblivious to the fact Chris Blade has charged and been used like a human javelin into the catering table.)
Slappy McGoo: So...who d'ya reckon SET the bounty.
Mack McKane: ...only two people I can imagine...and I DON'T hafta imagine…
(Slappy shrugs as Chris Blade weakly stands up with half a shrimp cocktail lodged in his mouth...as Jimmers comes crashing through the ceiling on top of him.)
(Backstage we see Star Stormz angrily tapping her nails on her desk reading something on her computer as a commotion breaks out in the hall...heavy blows land and we hear what sounds like a dying ogre being pummeled. The confrontation builds and builds until, like before...we hear A-)
*CRRRRRRACK*
"...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
(Everything goes silent for a moment as Star slowly starts rising from her seat with, dare we say, a look of almost HOPE on her face...as there's a gentle knock on the door.)
Star Stormz: ...they'd never knock...c'mon...COME IN!!!
(A few moments pass of complete silence as Star looks incredibly confused as she stands up until…)
*CRASH!!!!!*
(Her double thick, double reinforced door comes flying off the hinges as the massive features of the behemoth Max Johnson lies unconscious bleeding profusely on her floor. She looks from Max to the door with bewilderment only to be met with the hulking, violent face of Slappy McGoo standing behind the most evil faced Mack McKane absolutely seething. Mack holds up one finger.)
Mack McKane: Strike. One.
(He nudges Slappy who puts a big hand on his shoulder and they turn leaving a trail of broken bodies of would be gladiators in their wake.)
(A knock echos across Gracie’s locker room, we hear a voice.)
Voice: Just a minute!
(A second later, Gracie is seen in her street clothes now. She cleaned up after the match she had with Puppies. She opens the door, and it happens to be her stepmom, Jennifer Carpenter Lopez. She walks into the locker room.)
Jenn: You thinking about going after that bounty that Star put out?
Gracie: That 100k thing? Yeahhhh…. Let me think about it.
(Gracie shakes her head.)
Gracie: No. I’m ready to leave, I already did my part of the show, and they expect me to run around like a headless chicken to chase a dude who has 500 people as security? Nah, that’s way below my pay rate. Now, if it was 10 mill, maybe we’ll talk turkey. Are you going to do it?
Jenn: Chase Mack and Slappy? Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’m not going to risk my life because Star wants to behave like a brat who had her silver spoon taken out of her mouth.
Gracie: Tell me how you really feel.
Jenn: Just wait a minute…. When the hell did we start listening to authority figures?!
Gracie: I think it was a Tuesday…..
Jenn: I’ve been doing this for 10 years now and I’ve NEVER listened to an authority figure. You’ve been doing this for 3 years and you never listened to them either.
Gracie: You’re right. From the anti diva’s to the uprising we did what we wanted on OUR terms, and we didn’t give 2 fucks on what authority had to say. But that’s a different rant for a different day. For now, I’m not going after Mack for that kind of pay.
(Gracie shakes her head.)
Gracie: Don’t get me wrong, I’m NOT scared of someone like Mack. I mean, I’ve seen worse things around LA, like Macarthur park, Gangs, the list goes on and on. Mack is child's play compared to the stuff I see going on in LA on a daily basis. When I talk to Mack, I’ll do it the adult away, not this headless chicken, cowards way.
(Gracie grabs her bags and her rolly bag.)
Gracie: Let’s go, our night is done here.
(Both Jenn nods her head as both girls walk out of the locker room heading towards the exit.)
(We see Mack McKane walking down the corridor sans Slappy McGoo, he turns the corner near the locker room and leaning against the wall stands the Champion, Malachi. Mack approaches with caution.)
Mack McKane: Alright?
(Mal kicks off from the wall, World Championship slung over his shoulder as he turns towards Mack and stalks towards him slowly and framed perfectly in-between them is one of the bounty posters. Both of them look at the poster then back at each other. We see Mack's demeanor shift as Mal rolls the toothpick in his mouth back and forth looking Mack up and down.)
Malachi: Seems like you’re quite the popular one around here tonight.
Mack McKane: Innit though? Almost as if...someone...weren't too keen on me makin' our match.
(Mack leans forward and squints his eyes a bit before leaning back to his normal demeanor.)
Mack McKane: Nah...I never figured it was you. You love that title but...first time we squared, I got'cha clean. Yer a lotta things, mate...but a coward who takes shortcuts ain't one of 'em. S'alright Slap.
(Emerging from the shadow next to them stands the hulking Slappy McGoo who walks over and retakes his spot behind Mack.)
Mack McKane: 'sides...the lasses would eat you alive, innit? So what's on ya mind, bruv?
(Malachi smirks, adjusting the title on his shoulder.)
Malachi: You’re right. I’m not interested in collecting on this bounty shit. When we step up at Demons Run, I want to know I beat you at 100%.
Mack McKane: S'way it should be. Don't worry, I will be. Now if you'll excuse us, there's a weaselly little slimeball I need to go have a…"chat"...with.
Morgan Baker v Cynthia Hellsing
Morgan Baker v Cynthia Hellsing
(The two start off with a lock up, and Cynthia takes advantage over the rookie Morgan. Cynthia continues to keep Morgan on her toes.)
Jr: Cynthia is using her experience to keep Morgan at bay.
Alf: Morgan is still pretty green, you gotta figure that's gonna play a factor tonight
(After a few minutes, Morgan takes control. She goes to the top rope and hits a perfect Halestorm for the pin)
1...2...3!
WINNER =
(We catch up with the man of the hour, the most popular target PWS: Apex has ever seen. And he comes to a stop...directly outside a door vibrantly marked "Everett Jacobs". There is a hulking bodybuilder SOMEHOW bigger than even Slappy as Slappy gears up and steps forward...only to be met by Mack McKane holding out an arm to stop him. Mack calmly approaches...pulling out a roll of parchment.)
Mack McKane: ...I've no clue who you are...I'm sure deep down yer a great family man or whatever, I couldn't be fucked...so what I need YOU to do...is take this letter to ya boss. Because I know HALF o' this bounty bullshit has his name all over it.
(Mack holds the parchment out. The man scoffs.)
Bodyguard: I dont like to be handed things...now fuck off before I cripple you and collect myself.
(Mack holds his arm out again to hold Slappy back who is chomping at the bit to get to this guy and his lunge set the bodyguard on edge. Mack holds out his hands for everyone to calm down.)
Mack McKane: Now gents...theres no call fa violence. If you could...PLEASE...I'd REALLY like for your boss to get this message.
(The bodyguard takes it as Mack and Slappy relax)
Mack McKane: SEE! No miss, no fus-
(In one smirking motion, the bodyguard shreds the letter and throws the fragments at Mack before squaring up to him...Mack starts to laugh...Slappy looks confused as the bodyguard starts to laugh as Mack turns around telling Slappy to laugh until he VIOLENTLY punts the bodyguard square in the balls with his spiked military boot dropping the mastodon to his knees as Mack grabs another piece of paper and a quill.)
Mack McKane: WE COULD HAVE MADE THIS EASY!!! ALL I WANTED YOUR THICK, NEANDERTHAL HANDS DELIVER ONE SHEET OF PAPER! AND *NOW*!!! I HAVE TO START *OVER*!!!
(Mack viciously and sickeningly stabs the pen repeatedly into the bodyguards back and arms using his blood to scrawl out his note and once he's done…)
Mack McKane: Slap...yer in.
(As if on cue Slappy snaps and laughing on cue the camera cuts away and we hear a big man start to cry before another sickening crack as we're focused on Mack swaggering up to the door and clicking open a switchblade and stabbing the note in the door snarling against it.)
Mack McKane: TICK, TOCK YA GREASY LITTLE ASSHAIR!!! ALLONS-Y!!!
(Mack turns as Slappy "decorates" the door laying the unconscious bleeding hulk propped up against the door.)
Michael O'Neil v Travis Ryan
(Just as the bell rings Mike screams across the ring and delivers an akuza kick right to the face of Travis. Mike doesn’t waste any time and pulls a practically unconscious Ryan from the corner and drops him in the Penance Driver and quickly covers him.)
1...2...3
JR: Mike made extremely quick work of that poor poor man.
Alf: Rest in Peace Travis Ryan.
WINNER = MICHAEL O'NEIL
The cameras cut to the back where Miss Puppies and Richard Rider were talking to each other. She peeked around the corner. The camera turned to show her view. She could see Mack McKane at a vending machine. He was reaching into his pocket to pull out money. She popped back around the corner and the camera changed to show her and Rider again.)
Miss Puppies: Ok! So there’s our payday. You go out there and you take him out, then we split the $100k 70/30.
Rider: You said 50/50!
Miss Puppies: Fine… 60/40. Now go!
Rider: I don’t know… it IS Mack McKane… that guy is crazy and carries a knife. What if he stabs me?
Miss Puppies: Oh there’s medical personnel everywhere… You’ll be fine!
Rider: I don’t know…
Miss Puppies: Oh come on, Little Dicky… think of it… Richard Rider… the man who took out Mack McKane! Why, Star would be so pleased with you… I’m sure she would just HAND you that World Title along with that nice little bonus.
Rider: That DOES sound pretty awesome.
Miss Puppies: DAMN RIGHT! Now go get momma that bounty!
(Rider, now all pumped up, turns the corner in a frenzy but bumps directly into something. He slowly looks up to see a scowling Slappy MaGoo with his arms crossed, glaring down at him. His entire demeanor changes as he takes a step back)
Rider: I … uh … she … you … not … BYE!
(He high tails it back around the corner.)
Miss Puppies: What happened???
Rider: He… not Mack… big… BIG!!!
(Miss Puppies looked confused and peeks around the corner. Slappy was not in sight, but Mack was pushing buttons on the vending machine, unaware that Miss Puppies and Rider were even there. He waits for a second and the machine whirs a bit, but doesn’t dispense his item. He smacks the machine as Miss Puppies goes back behind the corner.)
Miss Puppies: What are you talking about? Mack isn’t that big. He’s what… buck fifty at most? Now get out there and take him out! I want my bounty!
Rider: Ok ok fine!
(Rider pops out from the corner again, this time, Mack was not visible, but Slappy could be seen shoulder tackling the vending machine to get it to dispense Mack’s item. Rider quickly goes back around the corner.)
Rider: HE’S HUGE! I’M OUT! NOT WORTH IT!
(Rider then storms off camera. Miss Puppies shakes her head)
Miss Puppies: When ya want something done right… ya gotta do it yourself.
(She went around the corner and saw that both Slappy and Mack were gone.)
Miss Puppies: DAMNIT!
(The camera cuts to a commercial)
(There's massive feedback over the arena PA system as the fans groan before it gets situated and a familiar British voice. )
Voice: S'this? S'this on? CHECK! MIC CHE-Fuck it, just go live!
(The tron kicks to life as we see the striking blue eyes of Mack McKane shaking the camera and making sure its on.)
Slappy McGoo: Ya gotsta set the color balance.
Mack McKane: Is it- can they see me? They can see me. Fuck it. I'm going. OI! YOU LOT!!!
(The fans erupt with cheers chanting "MACK MCKANE!" as he nods his head thanking them before violently bobbing up and down.)
Mack McKane: Cheers am' all that ya fookin' legends but we got somethin' ta say. All night. ALL. NIGHT. I been chased around, I been jump scared, I been stalked, I been attacked and WHY?
(Mack backs up and we can only see Slappy in the press box behind him waving frantically. Mack snarls and holds up the Bounty poster.)
Mack McKane: Now...who? Whooooo do WE know...what would just LOVE fer me ta miss my title shot at the Pay-Per-View? Is it perhaps the walking can of hairspray what thinks he owns my lady? Is it the petty cunt what broke my Superstar of the Year trophy? Could it be the TWO of 'em!? *fake gasp*
(Slappy shrieks like a woman clapping his hands to his cheeks Home Alone style. The fans bust out laughing, even Mack has a chuckle...that turns into a deep laugh...that turns into a cruel cackle. Mack viciously grabs at his hair before clapping his hands obviously going u stable.)
Mack McKane: Days ago...MERE...DAYS ago. Two people who mean...EVERY world to me...two INNOCENT...GIRLS. They had their ENTIRE WORLD...RIPPED to shreds and TORN upside down!!! I found the broken, blistered body of the woman that saved my life when I didn't know who I was...I FOUND HER DAUGHTER...CRYING IN HER ROOM...DRENCHED IN BLOOD. And in the CORNER...was a FREAK...that had ONE LAST MESSAGE for me!!!
...ASHLEY...IS SEVEN. YEARS. OLD.
Mack McKane: But see that's what he does, innit? He preys on little girls and their mums. He done it before…
(Slappy looks visibly distraught by the memory)
Mack McKane: Cause he wrote what the last lil' girls name he preyed up on th'wall over her BED, innit!? Written in blood!
B...E...L...L...A.
(The crowd murmurs as Slappy punches the wall as Mack starts to nod psyching himself up to get more and more pissed.)
Mack McKane: It weren't my war...I WAS OUT!!! An' you lost...but I didn't. stomp. HARD enough. Well sunshine, I can promise you...just like I promised that Russow on Twitter. When I take my shot...I dont FOOKIN' MISS!!! So ya wanna finish this? You and me "Dad" wanna snuff out what'cha started when he MURDERED MY MUM!? Then you come at ME. No women...no children...I ain't ran, I ain't hid ONCE! And I CAME here t'night ta call your bluff but alas...I got dragged...into BACKSTAGE POLITICAL BULLSHIT. ONCE AGAIN!!!...c'mere.
(Mack takes the camera and he shoves it in the face of Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr and the ripped mask exposing blood of Travis Ryan tied together in the middle of the press box.)
Mack McKane: ...see these cunts? They're two of PWS' "Next Generation" and YOU lot put it in their heads they'd get famous by takin' MINE!
(Mack sets the camera down and flips open his blade as he dances up to Travis leaning down beside him and gently asking….)
Mack McKane: ...was it worth it?
(Travis weeps silently as Mack slaps the absolute dog shit outta him.)
Mack McKane: HUH!? WAS IT FFFFUCKIN' WORTH IT YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE PRICK!?
(Mack darts over and grabs Juan's hair lifting his head and playfully tapping his blade against the side of his neck.)
Mack McKane: Se Habla Inglés?
Juan: S-...Si…
Mack McKane: D'ya reckon this were a good plan? HUH!? D'YOU FOOKIN' RECKON WE'RE HAVIN' FUN NOW!?
(Mack raises the knife in his fist as Slappy grabs his arm and pulls him off to the side, they have a little conference as Mack nods and runs his fingers through his hair before turning back.)
Mack McKane: This...was all...nothing more than a bit of an amusing annoyance at first. But all of you that came for me...I want you...to listen and listen well. I want that whore Star Stormz...and that sniveling worm Everett Jacob's to LISTEN to what I'm about to say. This weren't the day...this weren't the time...and when I fi d out which one o' yas it were? You don't NEED...to fear the Board of Directors. You don't NEED to fear for your jobs what you NEED...is to watch...your fookin' backs because WHEN...not IF...I find out which one o' yas it were?
...you will repay my blade in dripping rubies...for your sins and transgressions. THAT...I promise you.
(Mack spits on the ground at the camera and turns around patting a cowering Juan Cabrera Jr on the cheek as he and Slappy leave.)
(The cameras cut backstage where we see a slew of sexy it’s and medical personnel surrounding someone, and as the camera gets closer, we see that it is Michael O’Neil, appearing to be knocked out.)
Security Guard: Foes anyone know how this happened?
Trainer: No clue. He was just found this way.
(The cameras cut away as we cut back to JR and Alf.)
JR: What the hell!?
Alf: Someone knocked out Mikey!
JR: I have it on good authority that Damon is not here tonight, so I really don’t think it’s him, but I have no idea who else it could be.
Alf: Well whoever it was, I’m sure they’ll have some explaining to do for this.
Non-Title Match Main Event
Alanah O'Connell v Richard Rider
*DING DING*
(Rider attempts to pearl harbor Alanah but she’s been here before and knows what is coming and waste no time going on the attack. The young O’Connell throwing punches and kicks to Rider who just seems to be completely caught off guard.)
JR: The United Champion knew it was coming. Rider has become predictable.
Alf: He’s just letting her wear herself out.
JR: You are an idiot to think that will EVER happen.
(Alanah pulls Rider out to the center of the ring and sends him off the ropes, Rider goes to duck on a leapfrog from Alanah but Rider catches her legs which catches her by surprise at first but the quick thinking champ quickly sling shots herself and delivers a version of a Canadian Destroyer and she stays hooked for the pin...
1...
2..
Rider foolishly kicks out and Alanah gets to her feet and smirks and looks down at the camera and winks.)
Alf: Was that a wink?
JR: It was....what does she have in her head?!?
(Alanah sees Rider rise to his knees, she hits the ropes and hooks his head and delivers the short trip hurricanrana.)
JR: Wait...was that...?
Alf: That was Bella Aube! She just used Bella’s move against Rider!
JR: So if it’s true that means...
(Alanah doesn’t waste any time in quickly hooks up Rider in the PTO and lifts him up with all her strength.)
JR: BELLA NOTTE! The PTO Submission is lock in!
Alf: Oh come on Dick, FIGHT HER!
(Rider screams out and quickly taps out and Alanah quick drops him as her music plays to the sounds of cheers of the Pittsburgh crowd.)
JR: What the hell was that from the Irish Rose???
Alf: I do believe she practically called out her number one contender, her friend, Bella Madison.
(Alanah gets her hand raised by the referee as she blows a kiss towards the camera.)
JR: Now here’s the question...how will Bella respond?? I guess we’re going to find out on the next episode on Riot!
(The scene switches to the back as we see Malachi and Bella watching the television in the back. Mal looks at Bella with an eyebrow raised and Bella smirks.)
Bella Madison: Well....game on then.
WINNER = ALANAH O'CONNELL
(c) PWS: Apex 2020