Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Feb 12, 2020 2:16:48 GMT -5
(The show fades in with a shot of Star’s office. She was looking through some paperwork when her phone rang. She ignored it the first few rings and it stopped. She shook her head and went back to her papers when it rang again. She pushed the button for speakerphone.)
Star Stormz: What?
(The voice on the other side was heard through the speaker. It was that of her business partner and co-owner, David Shane.)
David Shane: Bad time?
Star: Awful time… I’m suppose to be getting the show started…. (she looks at her watch) … now. Is this important?
David: Yes it is, and it won’t take long I swear.
Star: Ok then hurry up.
David: First thing I want to say that what you are putting Mack through is terrible.
Star: I have my reasons and you need to trust me.
David: That’s kind of hard to do after you cancelled a match between myself and Alexis to put her in a title match on the return show.
Star: Dan was injured… I did what I had to do.
David: Whatever you say. I’m just calling to tell you that me and Alexis ARE gonna have our match on Demon’s Run.
Star: Fine, whatever you wanna do.
David: I am just making myself very clear right now. You seem to have a thing for changing things lately… and I won’t have it. The fans deserve this match to happen, me and Alexis deserve it. You will NOT be interfering in this… you understand?
Star: Fine… whatever. I won’t touch your precious little match. I have more important things to worry about.
David: Just remember… since you have been having so much fun playing games lately... just keep in mind that I can play games too. But my games aren't as much fun… for you.
Star: I GET IT!
(She reached over and hit the hang up button, ending the call with David. She noticed the camera man in her office and looked at them.)
Star: Don’t you have something else to go record… GO!
(The camera cuts back to ringside, heading into the first match.)
Miles Kasey vs. Ms. Puppies
(The bell rings for the match to begin, Miles and Puppies circle each other before they lock up. Puppies gets the early advantage of the match by doing some impressive chain work. She stays in control when she throws Miles into the ropes, instead of her going down, she throws a shoulder into Miles and he falls down. After a slow start, Miles starts to get back into the match, by trying to outsmart Puppies and for the most part, it works. A few exchanges later, Miles is still in control of Puppies, but it doesn’t last long. Puppies with her ring experience finds a way to fight back. Back and forth the match went for a good bit. Puppies has Miles down, she tries to go for her finisher but Miles gets out of it. Miles throws Puppies chest first into the turnbuckles.)
JR Freeman: Puppies hit those turnbuckles hard.
Alf: My chest felt that.
(Towards the end of the match, Miles thinks he has Puppies under control but Puppies refuses to stay down, no matter how much Miles wants him too. Miles charges towards Puppies, Puppies drops down and Miles sails over the top rope. After a short fight outside the fight moves back onto the ring. Puppies throws Miles into the corner, but that was her downfall. In a blink of an eye, Miles hits “Blast from the Past” before he pins Puppies for the win.)
Alf: This is why you sleep on high flyers, they will strike at anytime and that’s what happened here. Miles found a way to use his high flying.
JR Freeman: Puppies had a good showing tho, she shouldn’t be down on herself.
Winner - MILES KASEY
(The camera feed cuts to Heather Haze, walking smugly backstage with the Collateral Damage belt slung proudly on her shoulder. Sporting a green halter top and a mini black leather skirt with high heels, she manages to get the attention of a couple of backstage workers who try to be all flirty with her as she rolls her eyes away in disgust, ignoring them while continuing to her destination before spotting none other than the co-rising star winner, Bella Madison sat in a make-up chair, chatting up with one of the female staff members.)
Make-up Lady: So, going with what Mattie told us, we’re thinking not so dark around the eyes for this shoot. Sound good?
Bella Madison: Sounds perfect actually. Maybe you can write things down for me for this weekend?
Make-up Lady: I can definitely do that.
(Heather grins, looking to make some trouble, as she makes her way over to Bella before grabbing the hair brush from the make-up lady's hand, and purposely dropping it on the floor.)
Make-up Lady: Hey!!
Heather Haze: You had a long day dear...why don't you take five? Go grab a smoke or a bite or whatever is you lesser beings do. You earned it.
(The make-up lady looks at Bella and then at Heather before shrugging her shoulders and scampering off. Heather then casually glances over at Bella, putting on one of her fake smiles.)
Heather Haze: Well, well I see we both have ourselves the night off. By the way, what'd you think of my impressive victory and winning this bad boy over here for the second time straight in my awe inspiring career??
(Heather laughs a bit, rubbing lovingly at her CD belt.)
Heather Haze: Y'know you can sure learn and thing or two from me, sweetie. After all, I am SUCH a great role model and mentor to all you little girls, looking to get their BIG break in this business. Don't you agree?
(Bella rolls her eyes and stands up from her chair and glares at Haze.)
Bella Madison: I rather not learn anything from you if that’s alright. I got enough role models to look up too and believe me, you are nowhere near the top of that list.
Heather Haze: Awww are you still mad at me for what happened at the award show? Look, I might have had a few drinks before I got up on stage...and yeah I kinda went off on you. But you gotta understand where I am coming from here, Bells. I busted my butt for this company for nine whole months and what do I have to show for it? What exactly did I get out of it in return?
(Heather points to her arms, showing Mack’s handy work.)
Heather Haze: You see these scars...this is what I have to show for...this is what I have to get you cretens to get me to like me. See, unlike you, I don’t have a famous daddy or mommy to get me by in this business. I have scratched, and clawed my way at every opportunity I had to get to where I am at. So you have to understand where I am exactly comin’ from, Bells. I’m not the type to share awards and trophies and recognition with people and stuff...but I guess I’ll just have to swallow my pride and be the better woman by graciously sharing my spotlight with you. So the least you can do for me is say, Thank you, Heather. Say it with me...
(Heather waits for Bella, expecting her to say those magic words as she folds her arms, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.)
Bella Madison: Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah see when I look at that, you willingly signed yourself up for those matches. And stop throwing my parents in my face. I have never been handed anything in my short career, I earned my shot at the United Championship. In fact, I have yet to be beaten in PWS. Unlike you....finding yourself on your back...a few different times. What a surprise!
(Heather glares at Bella for the insult, before shooting her a sarcastic smile.)
Heather Haze: Cute..real cute...I’m so happy for you that you finally got your shot at the United Championship...and that too against your lil’ Irish leprechaun pal who actually looks like a rodent by the way. Any-who finally you’re going places after being stuck in the limbo by that fat Cajun and Levi who sadly tried to burn you alive, which is absolutely horrible by the way. Horrible. But you know what? I kinda like you, kid. You got that..je ne sais quoi? Which is why I think you should watch out for Allanah. She’s the type to stab you in the back when you least expect. And trust me I wouldn’t put that past her. Those Irish..they aren’t to be trusted. Heck, I dated an Irish once and it didn’t end well. My advice is to strike hard and strike first before she gets to you.
(Bella sighs and just shakes her head.)
Bella Madison: Ok let me just stop you right there because Alanah is my best friend. Not only that, but her brother is my boyfriend AND TO BOOT, Madison is my adopted name. I was born an O’Neil and while the bloodline isn’t as pure there is definitely enough there to be insulted right now. So quit insulting the Irish before I show you exactly how Irish I really am. I don’t need your advice, I didn’t even ask for it. I haven’t needed it before and I’ll be damned if you try and put some sort of animosity between myself and her. Back. The. Fuck. Off.
(Heather chuckles a bit, putting her hands up in a mocking way.)
Heather Haze: OooO..Seems like I struck a nerve there with you. And nope I am not insulting the Irish...just stating facts, darlin. But I guess we shall see how this all goes down, won’t we Miss O’Neil?. But let’s just assume that you do end up beating Alanah for her belt...then what? Will there be hugs and tears of joy or will that championship create some kinda rift between you two...and I guess poor Mal will have to be in the middle of it. Which begs the question who is he really pulling for...you or his sister?? Look I don’t really care either way I am just sayin’ all this family and friend bullshit shouldn’t come between your goals. You gotta do what you gotta do to get ahead in this business even if it means ruining friendships and stabbing people in the back. Because at the end of the day they don’t have your best interest. No one does. Everyone here is selfish...including myself. I’m just tellin it how it is cause obviously you’re just too naive to see the big picture that’s in front of you.
(Bella looks like she’s really thinking about what Haze is saying and then she starts laughing.)
Bella Madison: Only thing that I’m naive about is actually standing here listening to you drone on and on, so let me make this as clear as it can get...
(Bella slaps Hazes right in the face with so much force it staggers Heather into the table.)
Bella Madison: STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS, STAY OUT OF MY FAMILY’S BUSINESS! ...I won’t tell you again.
(Bella grabs her jacket and storms away as Heather steers from the table, grabbing her face, and caressing it, with an evil, sinister like smile on her face.)
(The scene opened in the backstage, right in the middle of the costuming department. Mattie Cormier is shown standing near the large garment racks, humming to herself as she sorts through the various hangers of clothing. She moves away to a table piled high with fabrics in every shade and style imaginable, picking up a pair of scissors and a piece of shiny black material. When she turned back around and saw Everett Jacobs and his bodyguard standing behind her, a look of fury crossed her face as she tightened her grip on the pair of scissors.)
Mattie Cormier: You’ve got some nerve showing your face to me, hijo de puta.
(Everett held his hands up, palms outward.)
Everett Jacobs: Listen, I’m here to try and make things right. I think there’s been a lot of misunderstandings lately-
Mattie Cormier: You cornered me in a locked room! Pretty sure I didn’t misunderstand anything!
Everett Jacobs: I just wanted to talk! But you were being unreasonable-
Mattie Cormier: I’ll show you unreasonable!
(She raised the scissors over her head, which made Everett hide behind his hulking bodyguard.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, please!
(She stopped in her tracks, glaring up at the big brute. Everett peeked his head out from behind the man’s large arm.)
Everett Jacobs: Please, I’m just asking for a chance to explain.
(Mattie scowled, lowering her arm back down and tossing the scissors onto the table before folding her arms across her chest.)
Mattie Cormier: You’ve got one minute.
(Everett stepped out from behind his bodyguard, carefully adjusting his tie and clearing his throat.)
Everett Jacobs: I will admit, a lot of the reason I am even here in the company has to do with you. When I saw that you were taking a job here, I did some research and what I found wasn’t exactly flattering. This place has a long history of...well, let’s just call it what it is. It’s a madhouse around here. This place could make an insane asylum look like a daycare center. I mean, just look at what happened when Star put that bounty on Mack’s head! He was practically running for his life! Not to mention all this nonsense with this Syn character…
(He went to reach out a hand to rest on her shoulder, but she quickly moved out of his reach. He sighed as he dropped his hand.)
Everett Jacobs: Matil-...Mattie, I just want to make sure that you’re safe. That’s all.
(Mattie looked away from him for a moment, a somewhat conflicted look crossing her face. Everett took the moment to continue on.)
Everett Jacobs: That’s all I ever wanted for you. I knew that someone like Mack would be nothing but trouble. I mean, he claims that he loves you...and yet he seems to still be quite hung up on that Katie woman, doesn’t he?
(Mattie’s eyes shot back up to Everett’s face, and they narrowed dangerously.)
Mattie Cormier: What the hell are you trying to imply, exactly?
(Everett’s hands shot up again, palms outward.)
Everett Jacobs: Nothing! But it would seem to me that a man who claims to love and care for you wouldn’t talk so much about an old flame. I mean, they do have quite a history together, don’t they?
(Mattie was quiet for a moment, turning her back to Everett and leaning against the table along the wall. A sly smirk grew on Everett’s face as he slowly stepped closer to her, reaching out to touch her arm.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, you and I grew up together. I know you better than Mack does. A life with him would be nothing but insanity. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted. You know I can give that to you.
(As his hand finally made contact with her arm, she whirled around to face him again, the scissors back in her grip.)
Mattie Cormier: Time’s up. Get the hell out of my sight.
(Everett slowly backed away, locking eyes with his bodyguard and nodding before he looked back to Mattie.)
Everett Jacobs: Just think about what I’ve said, Mattie.
(The two men walked off, disappearing around the corner as the camera focused on Mattie, another conflicted look coming across her face.)
Daniel Russow vs. Richard Rider
(The bell rings, Russow and Rider stand across from each other locking eyes. Rider makes the first move by charging towards Russow, which wasn’t the smartest idea. Russow sidesteps him, Rider runs chest first into the turnbuckles before falling down like a sack of potatoes. Russow stands above him, just watching him in amusement. After watching in amusement for a few seconds Russow shrugs his shoulders before going down for a pin attempt. Rider kicks out of the attempt at the count of 2 and rolling out of the ring as well. He’s embarrassed himself by running into the ring post like that and he decided to take a break to regather himself, however, Russow wasn’t allowing that to happen. Russow grabbed him by his greasy hair and slammed his face into the steel steps before throwing him back into the ring. Russow at this point is having his way with Rider and he’s enjoying every second of it. Russow decided to end the match quickly, even though he was having fun, he didn’t want to waste any more time. Russow snakes his arm around Rider’s throat and starts to choke him out with the “death by faith”. The ref rings the bell, but Russow keeps the hold on a bit more longer than normal. He then lets go of it.)
Alf: Daniel Russow was having fun playing with Rider.
JR Freeman: I don’t think Rider knew what he was in for. It was like he was thrown to a pack of wolves and there was no way out.
(Daniel Russow grabs Rider’s lifeless body and throws it out of the ring, as if he’s throwing out the trash, before walking around his ring.)
Winner - DANIEL RUSSOW
The screen begins to fade after the previous match, when it does get it’s focus back, there is a long pathway leading into a labyrinth. Whispers are heard around the darkness, as the camera looks around it, the cameraman shivers as the torches on the outside of the Labyrinth begin to light up. A hooded figure carrying a torch of his own was exiting the maze as the hooded man did not look up, he motioned for the cameraman as a crack of gold lightning appeared in the sky. A loud cackle came from the centre as the cameraman shivered once more. This cameraman was not familiar with the one known as “the Queenslayer”. That is all that was known about her, is the fact that they call her the Queenslayer, for those who try to face her fail in their attempt to understand her.
The cameraman followed the cameraman to the centre, where a woman shrouded in darkness stood looking up at the sky, she giggled as she felt the presence of her torch bearer and the cameraman that had followed him. She did not turn around as her rebreather hissed, she did not want to look back, as she motioned to the doll sitting between the two of them. The cameraman picked it up, pulling the pins from it. It stood up or tried to anyway in the cameraman’s hand as it looked at the hooded man.
“Mister J, you can leave, the queenslayer does not need you for this. She will return the cameraman in one piece. As for you, the Queenslayer did not like to be interrupted, but alas Mister J led you here so you must be important.”
The doll fell from his hand as Legion put her hand up snapping her fingers, the lightning strikes as the doll runs away in flames. The cameraman does not move, but tries to keep in a scream, as she turned around looking at him. He gulped then began to step back as she held an axe in her hand, glowing the same color as the lightning he had just seen but also the same color as the veins on her head.
“the Queenslayer” Legion
Mister J, has been a worthy guardian so far. We do not like to be disturbed inside the walls of the Black Garden, but we are more so intrigued as to who sent you. It simply does not matter, they have not sent you for the cure. They’ve sent you for your own doom, just like the PWS: Apex Roster will so learn. We are just that, a cure for a disease, but we are also the disease. We are the light which shines even in the darkest of days. We give you hope where there is no hope, and we are the no hope.
She giggled as she saw the door appear behind the cameraman, as she held the axe next to him, as she looked at him. Her eyes glowing red, as she laughed to herself, not giving away what she is planning.
“the Queenslayer” Legion
PWS: Apex you aren’t ready… You can’t prepare for the Legion, you can try to contain it, but the Legion is one, we are one.
She cackled as the door opened and Legion kicked him into door. He fell through the door landing on a couch on the other side, as she blew him a kiss then the door closed. The cameraman is stunned, as he stood up, disappearing outside into the hallway as it transitioned into the next match.
Jenn Carpenter vs. Alanah O’Connell
Non-Title Match
(Before the match can start, Bella Madison made her way to ringside and sat down at the commentary booth.)
JR: Welcome, Miss Madison.
Alf: What brings you out here?
Bella: Well… Alanah is my friend, and my opponent, so I wanted a ring side seat.
JR: Sounds good to me! Lets get this match started!
(Alanah and Jenn start out with a lock up. Neither can take full control over the other. They go back and forth for a while until Jenn starts to get the advantage and take control. She works over Alanah’s right knee, trying to slow her down.)
Bella: See, Jenn has the right idea. Slow down Alanah.
Alf: Is that going to be your strategy at Demon’s Run?
Bella: Spoilers…
(Alanah starts to fight back, hobbled a bit, but still in the fight. As they are fighting back and forth, from the back walks Heather Haze, her CD title hung proudly over her shoulder. She comes down and sits at the commentary table on the other side of Alf and JR)
Alf: What a surprise…
Bella: What the hell are you doing out here?
Heather: Oh, I wanted a front row view for this… you know… from champion to champion… oops… I guess you wouldn’t know that…
(Haze chuckled and Bella rolled her eyes,holding it in. The focus returned to the match, where the pace had slowed, both ladies showing fatigue from the match. Alanah grabs Jenn and does for a DDT, slamming Jenn to the mat, and goes for a pin!)
1...2..KICKOUT!!!
Alf: It’s not over yet!
Heather: I wish it was… Alanah should be able to put her away… she’s a champion after all. If I was in the match, I would have won by now.
Bella: Oh...my...god… SHUT UP! I’m tired of hearing your voice!
Heather: God you have the mentality of a child... so naive and innocent... thinking your friend really cares about you. Newsflash, she doesn't. She will turn on you the second you take control in that match and threaten her title. And your stupid if you think otherwise. Oh, and tell your little boy toy if he wants to see what a real woman looks like, instead of a little girl, tell him to come find me.
Bella: Alf… Jr… I’m sorry…
Alf: For wha…
(Before he could finish, Bella ripped off her headset and jumped right over them to attack Heather! Heather and Bella are fighting so bad that it distracts attention from the match in the ring. Alanah slides out of the ring to help Bella, and Jenn follows. The referee is trying to get control of the situation but can’t, and calls for the bell, ending the match in a no contest. Security rushes out and separates the 4 as the show cuts to a commercial.)
Winner - No Contest
(The cameras cut back to ringside, as “The Safety Disbelief” by Light the Torch starts to play over the sound system, and Michael O’Neil walks out onto the stage. The fans cheer as he makes his way down the ramp and gets into the ring.)
JR Freeman: You have to think that Michael is out here to get some answers as to what’s been going on lately, with him being attacked at the last show in the back.
Alf: He was pretty upset that nobody knew what happened. Personally I don’t see how you can not know who attacked you, but I digress.
(Michael grabs a mic from a stagehand, and paces around the ring for a moment before starting to speak.)
Michael O’Neil: Alright, I’ve waited long enough. I want an answer as to who thought it’d be cute to jump me from behind last week. Since no one in the back seems to know who did it, I’m out here to give you a chance to step to me if you have a set and face the consequences of your actions.
(He waits for a moment, but nothing happens.)
Michael O’Neil: Come in! We’re waiting!
(Another moment passes with nothing happening.)
Michael O’Neil: I don’t have all night! Get out here!
(Still nothing.)
Michael O’Neil: Fine, if you won’t come out here, I’m coming back there to find you!
(Michael starts to walk towards the ropes, when the lights in the arena go out. The arena is left in total darkness, as an eerie sing songy voice can be heard.)
“Oh my God, Please help me.
Knee deep in the river trying to get clean.
He says wash your hands, get out the stains.
But ya best believe boy, there’s hell to pay.
Yeah ya best believe there’s hell to pay!”
(The lights in the arena come alive, as “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy continues to play over the sound system. Spotlights shine throughout the arena, including one on stage, as we see Lukas Emery strolling out onto the stage. He’s wearing jeans and a black leather vest, as he has a microphone in hand. The music fades and the lights return to normal. Lukas stands on stage as Michael looks at him with a “what the hell” expression on his face.)
JR Freeman: Lukas Emery? What’s he doing here?
Alf: I thought he quit? I mean I know his sister did, but I thought he went with her.
(Lukas raises his mic to his lips, but before he can speak, Michael cuts him off.)
Michael O’Neil: What the hell? What are you doing out here?
Lukas Emery: Michael, Michael, Michael. Here you are bitching and moaning, yelling about, making a scene about how you want some answers.
Michael O’Neil: Ya damn eight I want answers!
Lukas Emery: Well if you’d shut your mouth for once, I’d give you some. Let me take you back, back to October of last year. You see, I had just quietly signed a contract with PWS. I was looking forward to seeing what this place could offer. But you see, things were going well, before they weren’t. Before I knew it, the family that I was coming to join was no longer here, driven out by glory hogging egomaniacs who just so happen to share your family bloodline. So, I took some time off to figure out what I wanted to do. I kept my eyes on the product, watching to see what happened. I watched as the “family” rallied together to save Levi. Interestingly enough though, you were absent from that. But I’m sure that was just an oversight or something, right? Ya see, while I was away, I came in contact with some people, one of those being former PWS United champ, Damon. I talked with Damon, and it was actually surprisingly easy to convince him to make his return by attacking you.
(The cameras cuts to Mike, who we can see mouth “you son of a bitch.”)
Lukas Emery: Turns out my family isn’t the only one this place drove a wedge between. I won’t get into the messy details, but to put it simple, Damon blamed PWS for the rift between him and his sister after his mother died, so he was more than happy to make an example out of one of the precious dan favorites, and the person we determined as the weakest link of the almighty “family.” Unfortunately, after his match with Jack, Damon tore his ACL, the same one he tore years ago, so he’s out of action and won’t be returning, which is why I decided to take matters into my own hands. I am the one who attacked you last week. I am the one who sent Damon. I am the one gunning for you, because you are the number one target.
(By this point, Mike has heard enough, and jumps out of the ring. He starts to run up the ramp, but before he can make it to Lukas, he’s surrounded by security. Lukas laughs as Mike is held back by security and screams profanities at him.)
Lukas Emery: You want some revenge? You want to get your hands on me? I’ll give you your chance. Demon’s Run. You versus me. There you can try to exact revenge. Or I can finish you off once and for all. The choice is yours.
(Lukas lowers the mic and walks backstage, as we get a shot of Mike, as he’s being held by security, yelling “I accept!”)
(Scene switches to the back as we see Mack McKane walking down the hallway, limbering up as he walks. From behind we see PWS’ resident computer nerd, Demetrius Spinelli, running up from behind him.)
Spinelli: Harbinger of Brutality, the Jackal is so glad to have located you. The boss, the Fearsome One was hoping to catch you before you went out to the arena for battle against the devious Star’s handpicked...well...sacrifices. Please wait here just one moment.
(There is an awkward, tense moment where Mack is glaring from behind his mask and Spinelli kinda looks around as Mack slowly raises his arm and taps his wrist like he's wearing a watch. After a bit we see Laura Phoenix coming down the hallway in a half-run/half walk.)
Spinelli: Ah there she is. Valkyrie, as promised I located the Angel of Deathmatches and now I, the Jackal, shall take my leave before he too becomes a victim.
(Spinelli scampers off without another word and just leaves Laura shaking her head.)
Laura Phoenix: That Spinelli, I swear. Sorry, I needed to send him ahead to deal with my brother. Mack, look, I know you are in that mode and I know Star wanted you to go out there and apparently have some sort of normal match against multiple people. But, fuck her. I am the General Manager of this show and her playing hardball like this is not only unprofessional but undermining me the way she attempted last Riot by trying to take you out before Demon’s Run, has pissed me off. So, this match against the entire developmental roster? It’s now a Hardcore match. Now, go have fun.
(You can almost see the evil grin peeking through his mask as Mack takes Laura's hand and bends to "kiss" it with his mask on as he stands, cracks his neck violently, and turns walking off to go "get wicked".)
Main Event - Handicap Match, hardcore rules
Mack McKane vs. The Entire PWS: Apex Developmental Roster
(Entering down the ramp to generic music, we see the entire PWS: Apex developmental roster swarm into the ring...they get into a group huddle forming a game plan.)
JR Freeman: The time has come, partner. Mack McKane somehow crossed one line too many and he now finds himself under insurmountable odds!
Alfonso Banks: It’s about TIME this blade-slinging psychopath gets what’s coming to him!
JR Freeman: If one of these young competitors can manage to score a pinfall or submission on Mack McKane...Star Stormz has promised them a call-up to the main roster! And we’ve only JUST found out that, while it was supposed to be a standard match with disqualifications and tornado style...GM Laura Phoenix has SEEMINGLY...gone over the head of Star Stormz and turned this into a HARDCORE match!
(We see Chris Blade slide out of the ring and dive under the apron producing a kendo stick...following his lead the behemoth Max Johnson takes the very steel ring steps himself loading them into the ring and sitting on them menacingly. Patty and Stacy O’Brien coerce in the corner looking uncomfortable when all of a sudden the lights kick out and the fans ERUPT with cheers as the Jumbotron kicks to life with nothing but TV static until we hear the dulcet tones of an electric bass start playing as we recognize it as “No Jesus Christ” by Seether as a slow cut montage of the prior weeks attempts on Mack’s well-being start to be shown…)
“Before you hedge those bets you placed against me…
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell…
Your verbal defecation I can’t wash away,
Despite myself your vanity, it seems, has served you well…”
(The scene switches to show that it took a few of them a few stalled moments of courage before they sprang into action, some even choosing to back down. We see Star Stormz silently conversing with Max Johnson as Mack McKane leans against the wall just on the other side of the corner with Slappy McGoo beside him cracking his neck…)
“You’re so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous…
So you can go and nest among the weak…
The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek…”
(The scene shows a field wherein Mack McKane stands tall and resolute amongst at least a dozen scattered bodies as the camera swarms around him...we see him lower his head and breathe heavy behind his mask with his eyes closed as the camera zooms in with the music building...and as soon as his eyes flash open:)
“YOU’RE NO JESUS CHRIST!!!”
(Suddenly the scene flashes multiple shots of the entire developmental roster screaming in agony after answering the call to Mack’s open challenge for the Collateral Damage title and vivid shots of Slappy McGoo taking care of all of them the past week…)
“PUT THE GUN IN MY MOUTH AND…
PULL THE TRIGGER!
...I FEEL SO ALIVE HERE!!
PUT THE GUN IN MY MOUTH THAT…
TASTES SO BITTER!
I FEEL SO ALIVE HERE…”
(We see every single time Mack, blood-covered as usual with a sadistic look on his face, gets his hand raised in victory, then a a candid shot of him and Slappy leaving Everett’s office after they broke in and stole the bounty as he blows a kiss to the camera...then the entire video IGNITES in a brilliant blaze of glory as pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring and all we see pop up in the flame animation on the screen is Mack McKane’s eyes burning with his mask covering his face and the words as they’re being screamed…}
“...YOU’RE NO JESUS CHRIST!!!!”
(The entire arena then cuts back to black as we hear Vincent Price’s laugh from the end of “Thriller” by Michael Jackson as everything stays quiet and the fans are buzzing loudly in the ring when all of a sudden the silence is shattered by…)
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
(The lights flash back on and we see all the developmental talent scattered against all four sides of the rope in a circle and seemingly appearing out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the ring...glares the menacing figure of Mack McKane clad in a new fully buttoned trench coat with spikes on the shoulders and a vibrant new mask to follow suite.)
JR Freeman: GOOD GOD WHAT AN ENTRANCE!!!
Alfonso Banks: ...alright, I dig the new gear and hats off to Mattie Cormier, our seamstress...and coincidentally Mack’s GIRLFRIEND *cough*FAVORITISM*cough*
JR Freeman: You should get that cough checked out but in the meantime, stick a Halls in your mouth and keep it down, Mack actually has a microphone!!!
(Mack slowly turns around the ring as the Developmental Roster all slink to their corner...most of them have taken a knee to whisper strategy when all of a sudden, Mack drops in place sitting cross-legged as he lifts the microphone to his face.)
Mack McKane: ...I’m going to speak very slowly...and very bluntly...so it sinks into yer skulls, savvy? Nod if you understand.
(They all nod, Chris Blade and Max Johnson look like they’re about to pounce.)
Mack McKane: Steady on boys, we’ll have our fun. I wanted a word with you all beforehand. So if I could be afforded just ONE minute...it might save ONE year of your career.
(The fans are all massively chanting “MACK MC-KANE! MACK MC-KANE!” as he winks at them causing them to pop massively as he shrugs his shoulders and continues.)
Mack McKane: This...NONE of’ this...had anything t’do with YOU, lot. D’you understand? You are all...expendable pawns...in Star Stormz’ game of blatant abuse of power. She can’t HAVE me reach that Pay-Per-View...she can’t HAVE me beat Malachi...she can’t HAVE ME...AS THE FACE OF PWS GOING FORWARD. And so...she dangles a carrot on a stick in front of all you little sheepies an’ piggies, innit. “Take Mack out, FINALLY get yer spot on the PWS Roster.”
...but here’s where I want’cha to listen...very...VERY...carefully.
(The fans let out an “oooooh” as Mack stands up and his presence grows VERY dark.)
Mack McKane: ...ya know me...ya saw what happened...ya saw what’s come to pass...and ya seen what WILL come to pass. You. KNOW. Me...you know what I’m ‘bout to do to each...and EVERY...one o’ yas. I told yas to do the smart thing...and let someone else try first. But I’m feeling...gracious, this evening. So I offer you all...a gift.
(Mack turns to the side and motions his hand to the ropes, not breaking his glare.)
Mack McKane: ...You have...ONE CHANCE...to walk away...NOW. I hold no ill will towards any of yas...I know it weren’t nothin’ personal, it was yer corrupt, money-grubbin’ cunt puppet of a boss and her Richie Rich little fuckboy. So I don’t...WANT...to hurt you.
...but if you stay.
(Before Mack can even finish that thought...Patty, Stacy O’Brien, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr, and Travis Ryan all seemingly say “fuuuuck THIS shit!” and bail for the ropes as Mack gives them a solemn nod of understanding. That leaves just Chris Blade with his kendo stick...Max Johnson with his steel steps...and Moondust who has produced a nightstick. Mack turns and adjusts his collar.)
Mack McKane: ...set on this are we?
(All three men snarl at Mack and scream “LET’S GO” as Mack shrugs and walks to his corner taking off his mask...and slowly unbuttoning his coat. Once he does...he opens the right side to reveal the top half of a big game fishing pole as he pulls it from it’s slot and swishes it violently back and forth so hard you can HEAR the “SWSHHH” sound WITHOUT it being mic’d up! Mack sits that in the corner and then opens the LEFT side of his trenchcoat where he reaches in and pulls out a leather belt...wrapped in razor wire.)
JR Freeman: Mack McKane held the Collateral Damage championship almost 200 days...SURELY they didn’t believe he’d come underprepared!
Alfonso Banks: What the heck even kinda weapons are those!?
JR Freeman: Short answer? The EXTREMELY PAINFUL kind, partner.
(Make takes off the rest of his trenchcoat and takes the fishing rod in his hand, twirling it like a sword.)
DING DING!!!
(Almost instantly, Max Johnson throws the steel steps at Mack’s head who JUST ducks out of the way only to turn around into a kendo stick shot to the midsection from Chris Blade. Mack doubles over in pain as all three men begin to stomp him senseless. Blade calls for Johnson and Moondust to hold Mack as he rips off Mack’s shirt and picks up his own fishing rod and THRASHES it across Mack’s back!!! Mack screams in anguish...at first. But then he starts...LAUGHING!)
Alfonso Banks: ...he’s laughing...the Goddamn psychopath is laughing at getting whipped…
JR Freeman: He told me before the match his safe word was “Pumpernickel”
(Johnson whips him again as HARD as he can and Mack cries in pain initially before laughing LOUDER! This throws Johnson off his game plan as he gathers Moondust and Blade into a small huddle to decide what to do next but while their backs are turned, Mack crawls to his knees and VICIOUSLY low blows Blade and Moondust! The two men crumble in pain and collapse to the ground as Mack slowly stands up grabbing the fishing rod and wiping away a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth. As he looks at it glimmering on the back of his hand he smiles wickedly at Johnson who’s eyes grow huge before he screams “COME ON!!!”. Mack takes a stutter step causing Johnson to instinctively dive for his legs which Mack dodges and cracks the fishing pole down right onto the shoulder blades of Max Johnson! He starts whipping him violently before turning and giving the other two THEIR lashings before he throws the fishing pole down and lifts Max as best he can dragging him over to the steel steps...Chris Blade recovers and swings the kendo stick at Mack again who traps it under his arm and let’s go of Max Johnson.)
JR Freeman: It was at THAT moment Chris Blade knew...he effed up.
(Mack yanks the kendo stick pulling Chris Blade forward and meeting him with a HARSH bicycle knee to the face as Chris Blade collapses face first onto the top of the steel steps...Mack looks at him and then to the crowd...and the crowd starts to come to life! Mack slides Blade back JUST enough that his mouth...is RIGHT on the edge of the steps as Mack slaps his leg.)
JR Freeman: Oh please no...OH MIOS DIOS!!! MACK’S CALLIN’ FOR AN AMBIEN ALLEY *ON* THE STEEL STEPS!!!
(Mack steps up onto the stair right by Blade’s head...and JUMPS AS HIGH AS HE CAN!!!
...to stomp on steel...Moondust has pulled Chris Blade out of the way at the last moment.)
Alfonso Banks: OH THERE IS A GOD!!! I would have been tossin’ my salad all over this arena, partner.
JR Freeman: ...in light of the violence in the ring, I’m going to let that one slide.
(Moondust hits Mack in the stomach...then grabs him by the head and steps up to the top of the steel steps looking to DDT Mack on them but Mack, once again playing a little dirty, low blows him! Moondust stands there holding his...meteorites...as Mack picks up Chris Blade and throws him into Moondusts midsection as Moondust instinctively holds his head like he’s about to DDT him…)
JR Freeman: What’s THIS now from the Madman?
(Mack gets a running start...then jumps up onto the bottom step, flies upward spinning around grabbing Moondust into the Slingblade and sends him crashing back first on top of the steel steps as Moondust accidentally DDT’s Chris Blade into the steel steps!!!)
JR Freeman: TWO FOR ONE SALE AT THE HOSPITAL, GOOD GOD THAT WAS AWESOME!!!
(The fans agree echoing the sentiment of “THIS IS AWESOME!!” chants as Mack swings around sitting and looking over at his corner...and remembering the leather belt. He creeps over and sloooowly grasps the buckle end looking at it like a long lost friend as he pops up just in time to duck a corner crash attempt by Max Johnson who rebounds around into five lashings across the back with the razor wire wrapped leather belt! Johnson begins to SQUEAL in pain as he dives out of the ring to save himself! Moondust has rolled off the stairs and is lying against them as Mack runs and hits another bicycle knee strike cracking his head into the steel steps! The fans are a MADHOUSE right now as Mack limps back a little and sees Chris Blade is still draped across the steel steps as Mack screams and box jumps on top of the steel steps and comes CRASHING down with the most BRUTAL Ambien Alley ever! Christ Blade goes absolutely limp...concerned for his safety and hoping to get his heart started again, Mack...for good measure...rips Chris Blade’s shirt off in kind and thrashes HIM across the back with the belt as Blade...blood GUSHING from his mouth...cringes up to a semi-standing position...Max Johnson can be seen on the outside about to slide back in but we see...he hesitates! He thinks twice and falls back down!)
JR Freeman: In true Max Johnson fashion, even when he’s the biggest dog in the fight if he’s outgunned and outmatched, his cowardice wins out.
Alfonso Banks: ...HE…*JUST* WATCHED A MAN GET CURB STOMPED ON STEEL STAIRS AND ANOTHER MAN’S HEAD CRUSHED AGAINST THOSE SAME STAIRS WITH A BICYCLE KNEE...This isn’t COWARDICE...this is PRESERVATION!
(Mack has slid over to his trenchcoat and produced what looks to be a small can of silver spray paint! He holds it over his head as Chris Blade staggers around as the fans ROAR with approval as he pops the top off and sprays the entire lower half of his face and his mouth with it!)
Alfonso Banks: SOMEBODY is ‘bout to get sued for copyright infringement!!!
(Mack slides behind Blade crossing his arm across his body sliding behind as he uses his free hand to count ONE! TWO! THREE! And when he does...he and the crowd in unison scream…)
Mack McKane: WITNESS ME!!!!!!
(Mack twirls Blade around and hits the HELLACIOUS ripcord lariat! As Blade twists he’s unaware of his surroundings and he falls back first onto the dropped razor wire belt as Mack grabs it...and RIPS it out from under him SHREDDING his back. Mack mercifully kneels down sits on Chris Blade’s chest as the referee counts…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING!!
Announcer: Here is your winner...MACK...MCKAAAAAANE!!!
JR Freeman: HE DID IT! BY GOD AGAINST ALL ODDS AND IN TRUE MACK FASHION, HE PULLED IT OFF!!!
Alfonso Banks: Star Stormz and Everett Jacobs are NNNNOT going to be happy about this!
JR Freeman: Doesn’t matter, partner! They tried to stack dominoes against a man on a mission and as soon as they set ‘em up? He PERFECTLY and BRUTALLY knocked ‘em down! Can ANYONE stop Mack McKane!?
Alfonso Banks: You mark my words...this isn’t over. Star will have fifteen other things up her sleeve, there’s no WAY Mack makes it to Demons Run!!!
(Mack steps up onto the turnbuckle slinging the razor wired belt over his head like he’s celebrating with an actual championship as the fans absolutely shake the arena with alternating chants of “HE’S HARDCORE! HE’S HARDCORE!” and “THAT WAS AWESOME!” and “THANK YOU MACK! THANK YOU MACK!” as Mack...in a rare moment...glimmers a silvery grin to the audience nodding his head and mouthing “YOU FOOKIN’ LEGENDS!!!” before he dives out of the ring and exits through the audience!!!)
JR Freeman: To quote the great Hunter S. Thompson…”there he goes, one of God’s own prototypes. Some high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production...too weird to live...and too rare to die.”
(Mack turns and celebrates with the fans one last time.)
Winner - MACK MCKANE
(c) PWS: APEX 2020
Star Stormz: What?
(The voice on the other side was heard through the speaker. It was that of her business partner and co-owner, David Shane.)
David Shane: Bad time?
Star: Awful time… I’m suppose to be getting the show started…. (she looks at her watch) … now. Is this important?
David: Yes it is, and it won’t take long I swear.
Star: Ok then hurry up.
David: First thing I want to say that what you are putting Mack through is terrible.
Star: I have my reasons and you need to trust me.
David: That’s kind of hard to do after you cancelled a match between myself and Alexis to put her in a title match on the return show.
Star: Dan was injured… I did what I had to do.
David: Whatever you say. I’m just calling to tell you that me and Alexis ARE gonna have our match on Demon’s Run.
Star: Fine, whatever you wanna do.
David: I am just making myself very clear right now. You seem to have a thing for changing things lately… and I won’t have it. The fans deserve this match to happen, me and Alexis deserve it. You will NOT be interfering in this… you understand?
Star: Fine… whatever. I won’t touch your precious little match. I have more important things to worry about.
David: Just remember… since you have been having so much fun playing games lately... just keep in mind that I can play games too. But my games aren't as much fun… for you.
Star: I GET IT!
(She reached over and hit the hang up button, ending the call with David. She noticed the camera man in her office and looked at them.)
Star: Don’t you have something else to go record… GO!
(The camera cuts back to ringside, heading into the first match.)
Miles Kasey vs. Ms. Puppies
(The bell rings for the match to begin, Miles and Puppies circle each other before they lock up. Puppies gets the early advantage of the match by doing some impressive chain work. She stays in control when she throws Miles into the ropes, instead of her going down, she throws a shoulder into Miles and he falls down. After a slow start, Miles starts to get back into the match, by trying to outsmart Puppies and for the most part, it works. A few exchanges later, Miles is still in control of Puppies, but it doesn’t last long. Puppies with her ring experience finds a way to fight back. Back and forth the match went for a good bit. Puppies has Miles down, she tries to go for her finisher but Miles gets out of it. Miles throws Puppies chest first into the turnbuckles.)
JR Freeman: Puppies hit those turnbuckles hard.
Alf: My chest felt that.
(Towards the end of the match, Miles thinks he has Puppies under control but Puppies refuses to stay down, no matter how much Miles wants him too. Miles charges towards Puppies, Puppies drops down and Miles sails over the top rope. After a short fight outside the fight moves back onto the ring. Puppies throws Miles into the corner, but that was her downfall. In a blink of an eye, Miles hits “Blast from the Past” before he pins Puppies for the win.)
Alf: This is why you sleep on high flyers, they will strike at anytime and that’s what happened here. Miles found a way to use his high flying.
JR Freeman: Puppies had a good showing tho, she shouldn’t be down on herself.
Winner - MILES KASEY
(The camera feed cuts to Heather Haze, walking smugly backstage with the Collateral Damage belt slung proudly on her shoulder. Sporting a green halter top and a mini black leather skirt with high heels, she manages to get the attention of a couple of backstage workers who try to be all flirty with her as she rolls her eyes away in disgust, ignoring them while continuing to her destination before spotting none other than the co-rising star winner, Bella Madison sat in a make-up chair, chatting up with one of the female staff members.)
Make-up Lady: So, going with what Mattie told us, we’re thinking not so dark around the eyes for this shoot. Sound good?
Bella Madison: Sounds perfect actually. Maybe you can write things down for me for this weekend?
Make-up Lady: I can definitely do that.
(Heather grins, looking to make some trouble, as she makes her way over to Bella before grabbing the hair brush from the make-up lady's hand, and purposely dropping it on the floor.)
Make-up Lady: Hey!!
Heather Haze: You had a long day dear...why don't you take five? Go grab a smoke or a bite or whatever is you lesser beings do. You earned it.
(The make-up lady looks at Bella and then at Heather before shrugging her shoulders and scampering off. Heather then casually glances over at Bella, putting on one of her fake smiles.)
Heather Haze: Well, well I see we both have ourselves the night off. By the way, what'd you think of my impressive victory and winning this bad boy over here for the second time straight in my awe inspiring career??
(Heather laughs a bit, rubbing lovingly at her CD belt.)
Heather Haze: Y'know you can sure learn and thing or two from me, sweetie. After all, I am SUCH a great role model and mentor to all you little girls, looking to get their BIG break in this business. Don't you agree?
(Bella rolls her eyes and stands up from her chair and glares at Haze.)
Bella Madison: I rather not learn anything from you if that’s alright. I got enough role models to look up too and believe me, you are nowhere near the top of that list.
Heather Haze: Awww are you still mad at me for what happened at the award show? Look, I might have had a few drinks before I got up on stage...and yeah I kinda went off on you. But you gotta understand where I am coming from here, Bells. I busted my butt for this company for nine whole months and what do I have to show for it? What exactly did I get out of it in return?
(Heather points to her arms, showing Mack’s handy work.)
Heather Haze: You see these scars...this is what I have to show for...this is what I have to get you cretens to get me to like me. See, unlike you, I don’t have a famous daddy or mommy to get me by in this business. I have scratched, and clawed my way at every opportunity I had to get to where I am at. So you have to understand where I am exactly comin’ from, Bells. I’m not the type to share awards and trophies and recognition with people and stuff...but I guess I’ll just have to swallow my pride and be the better woman by graciously sharing my spotlight with you. So the least you can do for me is say, Thank you, Heather. Say it with me...
(Heather waits for Bella, expecting her to say those magic words as she folds her arms, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.)
Bella Madison: Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah see when I look at that, you willingly signed yourself up for those matches. And stop throwing my parents in my face. I have never been handed anything in my short career, I earned my shot at the United Championship. In fact, I have yet to be beaten in PWS. Unlike you....finding yourself on your back...a few different times. What a surprise!
(Heather glares at Bella for the insult, before shooting her a sarcastic smile.)
Heather Haze: Cute..real cute...I’m so happy for you that you finally got your shot at the United Championship...and that too against your lil’ Irish leprechaun pal who actually looks like a rodent by the way. Any-who finally you’re going places after being stuck in the limbo by that fat Cajun and Levi who sadly tried to burn you alive, which is absolutely horrible by the way. Horrible. But you know what? I kinda like you, kid. You got that..je ne sais quoi? Which is why I think you should watch out for Allanah. She’s the type to stab you in the back when you least expect. And trust me I wouldn’t put that past her. Those Irish..they aren’t to be trusted. Heck, I dated an Irish once and it didn’t end well. My advice is to strike hard and strike first before she gets to you.
(Bella sighs and just shakes her head.)
Bella Madison: Ok let me just stop you right there because Alanah is my best friend. Not only that, but her brother is my boyfriend AND TO BOOT, Madison is my adopted name. I was born an O’Neil and while the bloodline isn’t as pure there is definitely enough there to be insulted right now. So quit insulting the Irish before I show you exactly how Irish I really am. I don’t need your advice, I didn’t even ask for it. I haven’t needed it before and I’ll be damned if you try and put some sort of animosity between myself and her. Back. The. Fuck. Off.
(Heather chuckles a bit, putting her hands up in a mocking way.)
Heather Haze: OooO..Seems like I struck a nerve there with you. And nope I am not insulting the Irish...just stating facts, darlin. But I guess we shall see how this all goes down, won’t we Miss O’Neil?. But let’s just assume that you do end up beating Alanah for her belt...then what? Will there be hugs and tears of joy or will that championship create some kinda rift between you two...and I guess poor Mal will have to be in the middle of it. Which begs the question who is he really pulling for...you or his sister?? Look I don’t really care either way I am just sayin’ all this family and friend bullshit shouldn’t come between your goals. You gotta do what you gotta do to get ahead in this business even if it means ruining friendships and stabbing people in the back. Because at the end of the day they don’t have your best interest. No one does. Everyone here is selfish...including myself. I’m just tellin it how it is cause obviously you’re just too naive to see the big picture that’s in front of you.
(Bella looks like she’s really thinking about what Haze is saying and then she starts laughing.)
Bella Madison: Only thing that I’m naive about is actually standing here listening to you drone on and on, so let me make this as clear as it can get...
(Bella slaps Hazes right in the face with so much force it staggers Heather into the table.)
Bella Madison: STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS, STAY OUT OF MY FAMILY’S BUSINESS! ...I won’t tell you again.
(Bella grabs her jacket and storms away as Heather steers from the table, grabbing her face, and caressing it, with an evil, sinister like smile on her face.)
(The scene opened in the backstage, right in the middle of the costuming department. Mattie Cormier is shown standing near the large garment racks, humming to herself as she sorts through the various hangers of clothing. She moves away to a table piled high with fabrics in every shade and style imaginable, picking up a pair of scissors and a piece of shiny black material. When she turned back around and saw Everett Jacobs and his bodyguard standing behind her, a look of fury crossed her face as she tightened her grip on the pair of scissors.)
Mattie Cormier: You’ve got some nerve showing your face to me, hijo de puta.
(Everett held his hands up, palms outward.)
Everett Jacobs: Listen, I’m here to try and make things right. I think there’s been a lot of misunderstandings lately-
Mattie Cormier: You cornered me in a locked room! Pretty sure I didn’t misunderstand anything!
Everett Jacobs: I just wanted to talk! But you were being unreasonable-
Mattie Cormier: I’ll show you unreasonable!
(She raised the scissors over her head, which made Everett hide behind his hulking bodyguard.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, please!
(She stopped in her tracks, glaring up at the big brute. Everett peeked his head out from behind the man’s large arm.)
Everett Jacobs: Please, I’m just asking for a chance to explain.
(Mattie scowled, lowering her arm back down and tossing the scissors onto the table before folding her arms across her chest.)
Mattie Cormier: You’ve got one minute.
(Everett stepped out from behind his bodyguard, carefully adjusting his tie and clearing his throat.)
Everett Jacobs: I will admit, a lot of the reason I am even here in the company has to do with you. When I saw that you were taking a job here, I did some research and what I found wasn’t exactly flattering. This place has a long history of...well, let’s just call it what it is. It’s a madhouse around here. This place could make an insane asylum look like a daycare center. I mean, just look at what happened when Star put that bounty on Mack’s head! He was practically running for his life! Not to mention all this nonsense with this Syn character…
(He went to reach out a hand to rest on her shoulder, but she quickly moved out of his reach. He sighed as he dropped his hand.)
Everett Jacobs: Matil-...Mattie, I just want to make sure that you’re safe. That’s all.
(Mattie looked away from him for a moment, a somewhat conflicted look crossing her face. Everett took the moment to continue on.)
Everett Jacobs: That’s all I ever wanted for you. I knew that someone like Mack would be nothing but trouble. I mean, he claims that he loves you...and yet he seems to still be quite hung up on that Katie woman, doesn’t he?
(Mattie’s eyes shot back up to Everett’s face, and they narrowed dangerously.)
Mattie Cormier: What the hell are you trying to imply, exactly?
(Everett’s hands shot up again, palms outward.)
Everett Jacobs: Nothing! But it would seem to me that a man who claims to love and care for you wouldn’t talk so much about an old flame. I mean, they do have quite a history together, don’t they?
(Mattie was quiet for a moment, turning her back to Everett and leaning against the table along the wall. A sly smirk grew on Everett’s face as he slowly stepped closer to her, reaching out to touch her arm.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, you and I grew up together. I know you better than Mack does. A life with him would be nothing but insanity. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted. You know I can give that to you.
(As his hand finally made contact with her arm, she whirled around to face him again, the scissors back in her grip.)
Mattie Cormier: Time’s up. Get the hell out of my sight.
(Everett slowly backed away, locking eyes with his bodyguard and nodding before he looked back to Mattie.)
Everett Jacobs: Just think about what I’ve said, Mattie.
(The two men walked off, disappearing around the corner as the camera focused on Mattie, another conflicted look coming across her face.)
Daniel Russow vs. Richard Rider
(The bell rings, Russow and Rider stand across from each other locking eyes. Rider makes the first move by charging towards Russow, which wasn’t the smartest idea. Russow sidesteps him, Rider runs chest first into the turnbuckles before falling down like a sack of potatoes. Russow stands above him, just watching him in amusement. After watching in amusement for a few seconds Russow shrugs his shoulders before going down for a pin attempt. Rider kicks out of the attempt at the count of 2 and rolling out of the ring as well. He’s embarrassed himself by running into the ring post like that and he decided to take a break to regather himself, however, Russow wasn’t allowing that to happen. Russow grabbed him by his greasy hair and slammed his face into the steel steps before throwing him back into the ring. Russow at this point is having his way with Rider and he’s enjoying every second of it. Russow decided to end the match quickly, even though he was having fun, he didn’t want to waste any more time. Russow snakes his arm around Rider’s throat and starts to choke him out with the “death by faith”. The ref rings the bell, but Russow keeps the hold on a bit more longer than normal. He then lets go of it.)
Alf: Daniel Russow was having fun playing with Rider.
JR Freeman: I don’t think Rider knew what he was in for. It was like he was thrown to a pack of wolves and there was no way out.
(Daniel Russow grabs Rider’s lifeless body and throws it out of the ring, as if he’s throwing out the trash, before walking around his ring.)
Winner - DANIEL RUSSOW
The screen begins to fade after the previous match, when it does get it’s focus back, there is a long pathway leading into a labyrinth. Whispers are heard around the darkness, as the camera looks around it, the cameraman shivers as the torches on the outside of the Labyrinth begin to light up. A hooded figure carrying a torch of his own was exiting the maze as the hooded man did not look up, he motioned for the cameraman as a crack of gold lightning appeared in the sky. A loud cackle came from the centre as the cameraman shivered once more. This cameraman was not familiar with the one known as “the Queenslayer”. That is all that was known about her, is the fact that they call her the Queenslayer, for those who try to face her fail in their attempt to understand her.
The cameraman followed the cameraman to the centre, where a woman shrouded in darkness stood looking up at the sky, she giggled as she felt the presence of her torch bearer and the cameraman that had followed him. She did not turn around as her rebreather hissed, she did not want to look back, as she motioned to the doll sitting between the two of them. The cameraman picked it up, pulling the pins from it. It stood up or tried to anyway in the cameraman’s hand as it looked at the hooded man.
“Mister J, you can leave, the queenslayer does not need you for this. She will return the cameraman in one piece. As for you, the Queenslayer did not like to be interrupted, but alas Mister J led you here so you must be important.”
The doll fell from his hand as Legion put her hand up snapping her fingers, the lightning strikes as the doll runs away in flames. The cameraman does not move, but tries to keep in a scream, as she turned around looking at him. He gulped then began to step back as she held an axe in her hand, glowing the same color as the lightning he had just seen but also the same color as the veins on her head.
“the Queenslayer” Legion
Mister J, has been a worthy guardian so far. We do not like to be disturbed inside the walls of the Black Garden, but we are more so intrigued as to who sent you. It simply does not matter, they have not sent you for the cure. They’ve sent you for your own doom, just like the PWS: Apex Roster will so learn. We are just that, a cure for a disease, but we are also the disease. We are the light which shines even in the darkest of days. We give you hope where there is no hope, and we are the no hope.
She giggled as she saw the door appear behind the cameraman, as she held the axe next to him, as she looked at him. Her eyes glowing red, as she laughed to herself, not giving away what she is planning.
“the Queenslayer” Legion
PWS: Apex you aren’t ready… You can’t prepare for the Legion, you can try to contain it, but the Legion is one, we are one.
She cackled as the door opened and Legion kicked him into door. He fell through the door landing on a couch on the other side, as she blew him a kiss then the door closed. The cameraman is stunned, as he stood up, disappearing outside into the hallway as it transitioned into the next match.
Jenn Carpenter vs. Alanah O’Connell
Non-Title Match
(Before the match can start, Bella Madison made her way to ringside and sat down at the commentary booth.)
JR: Welcome, Miss Madison.
Alf: What brings you out here?
Bella: Well… Alanah is my friend, and my opponent, so I wanted a ring side seat.
JR: Sounds good to me! Lets get this match started!
(Alanah and Jenn start out with a lock up. Neither can take full control over the other. They go back and forth for a while until Jenn starts to get the advantage and take control. She works over Alanah’s right knee, trying to slow her down.)
Bella: See, Jenn has the right idea. Slow down Alanah.
Alf: Is that going to be your strategy at Demon’s Run?
Bella: Spoilers…
(Alanah starts to fight back, hobbled a bit, but still in the fight. As they are fighting back and forth, from the back walks Heather Haze, her CD title hung proudly over her shoulder. She comes down and sits at the commentary table on the other side of Alf and JR)
Alf: What a surprise…
Bella: What the hell are you doing out here?
Heather: Oh, I wanted a front row view for this… you know… from champion to champion… oops… I guess you wouldn’t know that…
(Haze chuckled and Bella rolled her eyes,holding it in. The focus returned to the match, where the pace had slowed, both ladies showing fatigue from the match. Alanah grabs Jenn and does for a DDT, slamming Jenn to the mat, and goes for a pin!)
1...2..KICKOUT!!!
Alf: It’s not over yet!
Heather: I wish it was… Alanah should be able to put her away… she’s a champion after all. If I was in the match, I would have won by now.
Bella: Oh...my...god… SHUT UP! I’m tired of hearing your voice!
Heather: God you have the mentality of a child... so naive and innocent... thinking your friend really cares about you. Newsflash, she doesn't. She will turn on you the second you take control in that match and threaten her title. And your stupid if you think otherwise. Oh, and tell your little boy toy if he wants to see what a real woman looks like, instead of a little girl, tell him to come find me.
Bella: Alf… Jr… I’m sorry…
Alf: For wha…
(Before he could finish, Bella ripped off her headset and jumped right over them to attack Heather! Heather and Bella are fighting so bad that it distracts attention from the match in the ring. Alanah slides out of the ring to help Bella, and Jenn follows. The referee is trying to get control of the situation but can’t, and calls for the bell, ending the match in a no contest. Security rushes out and separates the 4 as the show cuts to a commercial.)
Winner - No Contest
(The cameras cut back to ringside, as “The Safety Disbelief” by Light the Torch starts to play over the sound system, and Michael O’Neil walks out onto the stage. The fans cheer as he makes his way down the ramp and gets into the ring.)
JR Freeman: You have to think that Michael is out here to get some answers as to what’s been going on lately, with him being attacked at the last show in the back.
Alf: He was pretty upset that nobody knew what happened. Personally I don’t see how you can not know who attacked you, but I digress.
(Michael grabs a mic from a stagehand, and paces around the ring for a moment before starting to speak.)
Michael O’Neil: Alright, I’ve waited long enough. I want an answer as to who thought it’d be cute to jump me from behind last week. Since no one in the back seems to know who did it, I’m out here to give you a chance to step to me if you have a set and face the consequences of your actions.
(He waits for a moment, but nothing happens.)
Michael O’Neil: Come in! We’re waiting!
(Another moment passes with nothing happening.)
Michael O’Neil: I don’t have all night! Get out here!
(Still nothing.)
Michael O’Neil: Fine, if you won’t come out here, I’m coming back there to find you!
(Michael starts to walk towards the ropes, when the lights in the arena go out. The arena is left in total darkness, as an eerie sing songy voice can be heard.)
“Oh my God, Please help me.
Knee deep in the river trying to get clean.
He says wash your hands, get out the stains.
But ya best believe boy, there’s hell to pay.
Yeah ya best believe there’s hell to pay!”
(The lights in the arena come alive, as “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy continues to play over the sound system. Spotlights shine throughout the arena, including one on stage, as we see Lukas Emery strolling out onto the stage. He’s wearing jeans and a black leather vest, as he has a microphone in hand. The music fades and the lights return to normal. Lukas stands on stage as Michael looks at him with a “what the hell” expression on his face.)
JR Freeman: Lukas Emery? What’s he doing here?
Alf: I thought he quit? I mean I know his sister did, but I thought he went with her.
(Lukas raises his mic to his lips, but before he can speak, Michael cuts him off.)
Michael O’Neil: What the hell? What are you doing out here?
Lukas Emery: Michael, Michael, Michael. Here you are bitching and moaning, yelling about, making a scene about how you want some answers.
Michael O’Neil: Ya damn eight I want answers!
Lukas Emery: Well if you’d shut your mouth for once, I’d give you some. Let me take you back, back to October of last year. You see, I had just quietly signed a contract with PWS. I was looking forward to seeing what this place could offer. But you see, things were going well, before they weren’t. Before I knew it, the family that I was coming to join was no longer here, driven out by glory hogging egomaniacs who just so happen to share your family bloodline. So, I took some time off to figure out what I wanted to do. I kept my eyes on the product, watching to see what happened. I watched as the “family” rallied together to save Levi. Interestingly enough though, you were absent from that. But I’m sure that was just an oversight or something, right? Ya see, while I was away, I came in contact with some people, one of those being former PWS United champ, Damon. I talked with Damon, and it was actually surprisingly easy to convince him to make his return by attacking you.
(The cameras cuts to Mike, who we can see mouth “you son of a bitch.”)
Lukas Emery: Turns out my family isn’t the only one this place drove a wedge between. I won’t get into the messy details, but to put it simple, Damon blamed PWS for the rift between him and his sister after his mother died, so he was more than happy to make an example out of one of the precious dan favorites, and the person we determined as the weakest link of the almighty “family.” Unfortunately, after his match with Jack, Damon tore his ACL, the same one he tore years ago, so he’s out of action and won’t be returning, which is why I decided to take matters into my own hands. I am the one who attacked you last week. I am the one who sent Damon. I am the one gunning for you, because you are the number one target.
(By this point, Mike has heard enough, and jumps out of the ring. He starts to run up the ramp, but before he can make it to Lukas, he’s surrounded by security. Lukas laughs as Mike is held back by security and screams profanities at him.)
Lukas Emery: You want some revenge? You want to get your hands on me? I’ll give you your chance. Demon’s Run. You versus me. There you can try to exact revenge. Or I can finish you off once and for all. The choice is yours.
(Lukas lowers the mic and walks backstage, as we get a shot of Mike, as he’s being held by security, yelling “I accept!”)
(Scene switches to the back as we see Mack McKane walking down the hallway, limbering up as he walks. From behind we see PWS’ resident computer nerd, Demetrius Spinelli, running up from behind him.)
Spinelli: Harbinger of Brutality, the Jackal is so glad to have located you. The boss, the Fearsome One was hoping to catch you before you went out to the arena for battle against the devious Star’s handpicked...well...sacrifices. Please wait here just one moment.
(There is an awkward, tense moment where Mack is glaring from behind his mask and Spinelli kinda looks around as Mack slowly raises his arm and taps his wrist like he's wearing a watch. After a bit we see Laura Phoenix coming down the hallway in a half-run/half walk.)
Spinelli: Ah there she is. Valkyrie, as promised I located the Angel of Deathmatches and now I, the Jackal, shall take my leave before he too becomes a victim.
(Spinelli scampers off without another word and just leaves Laura shaking her head.)
Laura Phoenix: That Spinelli, I swear. Sorry, I needed to send him ahead to deal with my brother. Mack, look, I know you are in that mode and I know Star wanted you to go out there and apparently have some sort of normal match against multiple people. But, fuck her. I am the General Manager of this show and her playing hardball like this is not only unprofessional but undermining me the way she attempted last Riot by trying to take you out before Demon’s Run, has pissed me off. So, this match against the entire developmental roster? It’s now a Hardcore match. Now, go have fun.
(You can almost see the evil grin peeking through his mask as Mack takes Laura's hand and bends to "kiss" it with his mask on as he stands, cracks his neck violently, and turns walking off to go "get wicked".)
Main Event - Handicap Match, hardcore rules
Mack McKane vs. The Entire PWS: Apex Developmental Roster
(Entering down the ramp to generic music, we see the entire PWS: Apex developmental roster swarm into the ring...they get into a group huddle forming a game plan.)
JR Freeman: The time has come, partner. Mack McKane somehow crossed one line too many and he now finds himself under insurmountable odds!
Alfonso Banks: It’s about TIME this blade-slinging psychopath gets what’s coming to him!
JR Freeman: If one of these young competitors can manage to score a pinfall or submission on Mack McKane...Star Stormz has promised them a call-up to the main roster! And we’ve only JUST found out that, while it was supposed to be a standard match with disqualifications and tornado style...GM Laura Phoenix has SEEMINGLY...gone over the head of Star Stormz and turned this into a HARDCORE match!
(We see Chris Blade slide out of the ring and dive under the apron producing a kendo stick...following his lead the behemoth Max Johnson takes the very steel ring steps himself loading them into the ring and sitting on them menacingly. Patty and Stacy O’Brien coerce in the corner looking uncomfortable when all of a sudden the lights kick out and the fans ERUPT with cheers as the Jumbotron kicks to life with nothing but TV static until we hear the dulcet tones of an electric bass start playing as we recognize it as “No Jesus Christ” by Seether as a slow cut montage of the prior weeks attempts on Mack’s well-being start to be shown…)
“Before you hedge those bets you placed against me…
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell…
Your verbal defecation I can’t wash away,
Despite myself your vanity, it seems, has served you well…”
(The scene switches to show that it took a few of them a few stalled moments of courage before they sprang into action, some even choosing to back down. We see Star Stormz silently conversing with Max Johnson as Mack McKane leans against the wall just on the other side of the corner with Slappy McGoo beside him cracking his neck…)
“You’re so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous…
So you can go and nest among the weak…
The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek…”
(The scene shows a field wherein Mack McKane stands tall and resolute amongst at least a dozen scattered bodies as the camera swarms around him...we see him lower his head and breathe heavy behind his mask with his eyes closed as the camera zooms in with the music building...and as soon as his eyes flash open:)
“YOU’RE NO JESUS CHRIST!!!”
(Suddenly the scene flashes multiple shots of the entire developmental roster screaming in agony after answering the call to Mack’s open challenge for the Collateral Damage title and vivid shots of Slappy McGoo taking care of all of them the past week…)
“PUT THE GUN IN MY MOUTH AND…
PULL THE TRIGGER!
...I FEEL SO ALIVE HERE!!
PUT THE GUN IN MY MOUTH THAT…
TASTES SO BITTER!
I FEEL SO ALIVE HERE…”
(We see every single time Mack, blood-covered as usual with a sadistic look on his face, gets his hand raised in victory, then a a candid shot of him and Slappy leaving Everett’s office after they broke in and stole the bounty as he blows a kiss to the camera...then the entire video IGNITES in a brilliant blaze of glory as pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring and all we see pop up in the flame animation on the screen is Mack McKane’s eyes burning with his mask covering his face and the words as they’re being screamed…}
“...YOU’RE NO JESUS CHRIST!!!!”
(The entire arena then cuts back to black as we hear Vincent Price’s laugh from the end of “Thriller” by Michael Jackson as everything stays quiet and the fans are buzzing loudly in the ring when all of a sudden the silence is shattered by…)
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
(The lights flash back on and we see all the developmental talent scattered against all four sides of the rope in a circle and seemingly appearing out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the ring...glares the menacing figure of Mack McKane clad in a new fully buttoned trench coat with spikes on the shoulders and a vibrant new mask to follow suite.)
JR Freeman: GOOD GOD WHAT AN ENTRANCE!!!
Alfonso Banks: ...alright, I dig the new gear and hats off to Mattie Cormier, our seamstress...and coincidentally Mack’s GIRLFRIEND *cough*FAVORITISM*cough*
JR Freeman: You should get that cough checked out but in the meantime, stick a Halls in your mouth and keep it down, Mack actually has a microphone!!!
(Mack slowly turns around the ring as the Developmental Roster all slink to their corner...most of them have taken a knee to whisper strategy when all of a sudden, Mack drops in place sitting cross-legged as he lifts the microphone to his face.)
Mack McKane: ...I’m going to speak very slowly...and very bluntly...so it sinks into yer skulls, savvy? Nod if you understand.
(They all nod, Chris Blade and Max Johnson look like they’re about to pounce.)
Mack McKane: Steady on boys, we’ll have our fun. I wanted a word with you all beforehand. So if I could be afforded just ONE minute...it might save ONE year of your career.
(The fans are all massively chanting “MACK MC-KANE! MACK MC-KANE!” as he winks at them causing them to pop massively as he shrugs his shoulders and continues.)
Mack McKane: This...NONE of’ this...had anything t’do with YOU, lot. D’you understand? You are all...expendable pawns...in Star Stormz’ game of blatant abuse of power. She can’t HAVE me reach that Pay-Per-View...she can’t HAVE me beat Malachi...she can’t HAVE ME...AS THE FACE OF PWS GOING FORWARD. And so...she dangles a carrot on a stick in front of all you little sheepies an’ piggies, innit. “Take Mack out, FINALLY get yer spot on the PWS Roster.”
...but here’s where I want’cha to listen...very...VERY...carefully.
(The fans let out an “oooooh” as Mack stands up and his presence grows VERY dark.)
Mack McKane: ...ya know me...ya saw what happened...ya saw what’s come to pass...and ya seen what WILL come to pass. You. KNOW. Me...you know what I’m ‘bout to do to each...and EVERY...one o’ yas. I told yas to do the smart thing...and let someone else try first. But I’m feeling...gracious, this evening. So I offer you all...a gift.
(Mack turns to the side and motions his hand to the ropes, not breaking his glare.)
Mack McKane: ...You have...ONE CHANCE...to walk away...NOW. I hold no ill will towards any of yas...I know it weren’t nothin’ personal, it was yer corrupt, money-grubbin’ cunt puppet of a boss and her Richie Rich little fuckboy. So I don’t...WANT...to hurt you.
...but if you stay.
(Before Mack can even finish that thought...Patty, Stacy O’Brien, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr, and Travis Ryan all seemingly say “fuuuuck THIS shit!” and bail for the ropes as Mack gives them a solemn nod of understanding. That leaves just Chris Blade with his kendo stick...Max Johnson with his steel steps...and Moondust who has produced a nightstick. Mack turns and adjusts his collar.)
Mack McKane: ...set on this are we?
(All three men snarl at Mack and scream “LET’S GO” as Mack shrugs and walks to his corner taking off his mask...and slowly unbuttoning his coat. Once he does...he opens the right side to reveal the top half of a big game fishing pole as he pulls it from it’s slot and swishes it violently back and forth so hard you can HEAR the “SWSHHH” sound WITHOUT it being mic’d up! Mack sits that in the corner and then opens the LEFT side of his trenchcoat where he reaches in and pulls out a leather belt...wrapped in razor wire.)
JR Freeman: Mack McKane held the Collateral Damage championship almost 200 days...SURELY they didn’t believe he’d come underprepared!
Alfonso Banks: What the heck even kinda weapons are those!?
JR Freeman: Short answer? The EXTREMELY PAINFUL kind, partner.
(Make takes off the rest of his trenchcoat and takes the fishing rod in his hand, twirling it like a sword.)
DING DING!!!
(Almost instantly, Max Johnson throws the steel steps at Mack’s head who JUST ducks out of the way only to turn around into a kendo stick shot to the midsection from Chris Blade. Mack doubles over in pain as all three men begin to stomp him senseless. Blade calls for Johnson and Moondust to hold Mack as he rips off Mack’s shirt and picks up his own fishing rod and THRASHES it across Mack’s back!!! Mack screams in anguish...at first. But then he starts...LAUGHING!)
Alfonso Banks: ...he’s laughing...the Goddamn psychopath is laughing at getting whipped…
JR Freeman: He told me before the match his safe word was “Pumpernickel”
(Johnson whips him again as HARD as he can and Mack cries in pain initially before laughing LOUDER! This throws Johnson off his game plan as he gathers Moondust and Blade into a small huddle to decide what to do next but while their backs are turned, Mack crawls to his knees and VICIOUSLY low blows Blade and Moondust! The two men crumble in pain and collapse to the ground as Mack slowly stands up grabbing the fishing rod and wiping away a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth. As he looks at it glimmering on the back of his hand he smiles wickedly at Johnson who’s eyes grow huge before he screams “COME ON!!!”. Mack takes a stutter step causing Johnson to instinctively dive for his legs which Mack dodges and cracks the fishing pole down right onto the shoulder blades of Max Johnson! He starts whipping him violently before turning and giving the other two THEIR lashings before he throws the fishing pole down and lifts Max as best he can dragging him over to the steel steps...Chris Blade recovers and swings the kendo stick at Mack again who traps it under his arm and let’s go of Max Johnson.)
JR Freeman: It was at THAT moment Chris Blade knew...he effed up.
(Mack yanks the kendo stick pulling Chris Blade forward and meeting him with a HARSH bicycle knee to the face as Chris Blade collapses face first onto the top of the steel steps...Mack looks at him and then to the crowd...and the crowd starts to come to life! Mack slides Blade back JUST enough that his mouth...is RIGHT on the edge of the steps as Mack slaps his leg.)
JR Freeman: Oh please no...OH MIOS DIOS!!! MACK’S CALLIN’ FOR AN AMBIEN ALLEY *ON* THE STEEL STEPS!!!
(Mack steps up onto the stair right by Blade’s head...and JUMPS AS HIGH AS HE CAN!!!
...to stomp on steel...Moondust has pulled Chris Blade out of the way at the last moment.)
Alfonso Banks: OH THERE IS A GOD!!! I would have been tossin’ my salad all over this arena, partner.
JR Freeman: ...in light of the violence in the ring, I’m going to let that one slide.
(Moondust hits Mack in the stomach...then grabs him by the head and steps up to the top of the steel steps looking to DDT Mack on them but Mack, once again playing a little dirty, low blows him! Moondust stands there holding his...meteorites...as Mack picks up Chris Blade and throws him into Moondusts midsection as Moondust instinctively holds his head like he’s about to DDT him…)
JR Freeman: What’s THIS now from the Madman?
(Mack gets a running start...then jumps up onto the bottom step, flies upward spinning around grabbing Moondust into the Slingblade and sends him crashing back first on top of the steel steps as Moondust accidentally DDT’s Chris Blade into the steel steps!!!)
JR Freeman: TWO FOR ONE SALE AT THE HOSPITAL, GOOD GOD THAT WAS AWESOME!!!
(The fans agree echoing the sentiment of “THIS IS AWESOME!!” chants as Mack swings around sitting and looking over at his corner...and remembering the leather belt. He creeps over and sloooowly grasps the buckle end looking at it like a long lost friend as he pops up just in time to duck a corner crash attempt by Max Johnson who rebounds around into five lashings across the back with the razor wire wrapped leather belt! Johnson begins to SQUEAL in pain as he dives out of the ring to save himself! Moondust has rolled off the stairs and is lying against them as Mack runs and hits another bicycle knee strike cracking his head into the steel steps! The fans are a MADHOUSE right now as Mack limps back a little and sees Chris Blade is still draped across the steel steps as Mack screams and box jumps on top of the steel steps and comes CRASHING down with the most BRUTAL Ambien Alley ever! Christ Blade goes absolutely limp...concerned for his safety and hoping to get his heart started again, Mack...for good measure...rips Chris Blade’s shirt off in kind and thrashes HIM across the back with the belt as Blade...blood GUSHING from his mouth...cringes up to a semi-standing position...Max Johnson can be seen on the outside about to slide back in but we see...he hesitates! He thinks twice and falls back down!)
JR Freeman: In true Max Johnson fashion, even when he’s the biggest dog in the fight if he’s outgunned and outmatched, his cowardice wins out.
Alfonso Banks: ...HE…*JUST* WATCHED A MAN GET CURB STOMPED ON STEEL STAIRS AND ANOTHER MAN’S HEAD CRUSHED AGAINST THOSE SAME STAIRS WITH A BICYCLE KNEE...This isn’t COWARDICE...this is PRESERVATION!
(Mack has slid over to his trenchcoat and produced what looks to be a small can of silver spray paint! He holds it over his head as Chris Blade staggers around as the fans ROAR with approval as he pops the top off and sprays the entire lower half of his face and his mouth with it!)
Alfonso Banks: SOMEBODY is ‘bout to get sued for copyright infringement!!!
(Mack slides behind Blade crossing his arm across his body sliding behind as he uses his free hand to count ONE! TWO! THREE! And when he does...he and the crowd in unison scream…)
Mack McKane: WITNESS ME!!!!!!
(Mack twirls Blade around and hits the HELLACIOUS ripcord lariat! As Blade twists he’s unaware of his surroundings and he falls back first onto the dropped razor wire belt as Mack grabs it...and RIPS it out from under him SHREDDING his back. Mack mercifully kneels down sits on Chris Blade’s chest as the referee counts…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING!!
Announcer: Here is your winner...MACK...MCKAAAAAANE!!!
JR Freeman: HE DID IT! BY GOD AGAINST ALL ODDS AND IN TRUE MACK FASHION, HE PULLED IT OFF!!!
Alfonso Banks: Star Stormz and Everett Jacobs are NNNNOT going to be happy about this!
JR Freeman: Doesn’t matter, partner! They tried to stack dominoes against a man on a mission and as soon as they set ‘em up? He PERFECTLY and BRUTALLY knocked ‘em down! Can ANYONE stop Mack McKane!?
Alfonso Banks: You mark my words...this isn’t over. Star will have fifteen other things up her sleeve, there’s no WAY Mack makes it to Demons Run!!!
(Mack steps up onto the turnbuckle slinging the razor wired belt over his head like he’s celebrating with an actual championship as the fans absolutely shake the arena with alternating chants of “HE’S HARDCORE! HE’S HARDCORE!” and “THAT WAS AWESOME!” and “THANK YOU MACK! THANK YOU MACK!” as Mack...in a rare moment...glimmers a silvery grin to the audience nodding his head and mouthing “YOU FOOKIN’ LEGENDS!!!” before he dives out of the ring and exits through the audience!!!)
JR Freeman: To quote the great Hunter S. Thompson…”there he goes, one of God’s own prototypes. Some high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production...too weird to live...and too rare to die.”
(Mack turns and celebrates with the fans one last time.)
Winner - MACK MCKANE
(c) PWS: APEX 2020