Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jul 8, 2020 1:06:55 GMT -5
Pre Show Match Up
Morgan Baker vs. Richard Rider
*DING DING DING*
(The bell rings and the match starts. Rider takes control over Baker early on. They lock up and he gets her in a headlock. She fights her way out of it and the two begin a little back and forth with neither taking control for too long. After a few minutes, Rider began to get cocky. He slammed her to the mat with a “Lights, Camera, Action!”, but instead of going for the pin, began gloating to the fans.)
JR: He needs to go for the pin!
(Rider proceeded to showboat and taunt at the downed Baker. When he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up with a smirk on his face, she responded with a slap right to his face! He was heard screaming out “NOT THE FACE! THAT'S THE MONEY!”. She then grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the corner, bashing his face off the turnbuckle! She proceeded to take control, doing everything she could to hit him in the face repeatedly. She drops him to the mat with a devastating DDT, smashing his face right into the mat. She quickly climbs to the top rope and connects with an amazing “The Halestorm” for the pin!)
1...2...3!!!
Alexis Marakois vs. David Shane
(“Adrenaline” by Shinedown began to play through the arena, as the crowd got to their feet. David walked out on stage, he stood at the top of the ramp taking in the crowd before starting down the ramp.)
Meg: Introducing first, he is the Co-Owner of PWS:APEX… from Boston, MA… DAVID SHAAAAAAANE!!!
(Making it ringside, he stops in front of His Wife with Jorge and Eddie Lopez at ringside. David then slid into the ring and climbed the top turnbuckle showboating to the fans before he hopped down and waited for Alexis.)
Meg: And his opponent, she is the first PWS:APEX World Champion and 2020 Hall of Fame inductee… from Sydney, Australia… ALEXIS MAKAAAAAAARIOS!!!
(“MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. Alexis shrugs it off as she makes her way down to the ring. She gets in the ring and stands toe to toe with David Shane.)
Meg: The following match is scheduled for 1 fall! Any interferences in this match will be met with disciplinary actions.
(Alexis and David are checked by the referee for weapons before he motions for the bell to ring.)
DING DING DING
(The bell rings and Alexis and David share a quick handshake before raising their fists, preparing for battle.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis and David have quite the history together.
JR Freeman: They do. They have been friends for years, and even partners in the ring. Tonight, they finally get a chance to be opponents on the biggest stage PWS:APEX has to offer.
Alfonso Banks: That’s right, it doesn’t get any bigger than Destiny!
(The two circle each other and lock up. David takes control early on with a swift DDT to Alexis. She gets to her feet quickly and throws a punch in his direction, but he dodges it and returns a left of his own, landing square on her jaw. She stumbles backwards, her hand on her jaw, and stumbles into the corner. She uses her hand to kind of “adjust” her jaw. She looked at David and chuckled a bit. He just shrugged and motioned for her to bring it.)
Alfonso Banks: David right out of the gate isn’t pulling any punches.
JR Freeman: And Alexis seems almost amused by it...
(She goes for a suplex but David blocks her attempt and then kicks her in the knee, she breaks her hold on him. David again takes focus on her right leg, grabbing it and tripping her to the mat. He kicks the back of her knee several times before wrenching her over with a half boston crab, that he pulls back enough that Alexis screams in pain. She pushes herself up but David stomps down on her lower back releasing his grip on her leg.)
JR Freeman: Holy shit… David is being absolutely brutal!
Alfonso Banks: I would suggest that Alexis try to finish this match as quick as possible… for her own health and safety! I’ve seen David like this before and it isn’t good for anyone!
(She rolls onto her back, but David isn't finished. He drags her over to the ropes, draping her right leg over the middle rope then laces it through pulling back on it. The referee goes to count to five but David pushes into him. He rips back on her leg then lets it go. He grabs her by the hair pulling her up to her feet. David looking to the referee, who was telling him to let her hair go.)
David Shane: Shut up...
(She landed on her feet near a barricade, showing the pain in her right knee after landing. She looked up as David came flying over the top rope. He collides with her sending both of them rolling on the ground near the entrance ramp. David pushes himself up to his feet, he looks over at her, then grabs her up by her hair and then throws her into the barricade.)
Alfonso Banks: For the love of god!
JR Freeman: David is trying to end Alexis’s career! But I thought they were friends? Family even!
Alfonso Banks: Rule #1 in that ring. Once the bell rings, there are no family or friends, just opponents.
JR Freeman: But still...
(He walked with a purpose to the timekeepers area and grabbed a steel chair, Alexis still on her knees against the barricade. David swung the chair, collapsing Alexis to her hands and knees. He looked to the referee who was telling him to stop)
David Shane: Ring that bell and you’ll be fired…
(Alexis was on her hands and knees, blood dripping from her face. The referee motions for David to stand back so he can check on Alexis.)
Referee: Can you continue?
Alexis: Bring it on!
(She pushed the referee out of the way, and reached out grabbing David’s pant leg trying to pull herself up but David shoved her off and kicked her in the ribs. She rolled on the arena floor. He threw down the chair, David climbed into the ring, the referee following him. The referee starts to count but David grabs his arm and throws it down to the refs side.)
JR Freeman: Now, after telling the referee not to DQ him, he is telling the referee not to count Alexis out for a countout victory…
Alfonso: He wants to pin her, plain and simple. It’s a matter of pride.
(Alexis pulls herself up using the barricade, the blood showing more across her face. She turns to see David leaning against the ropes, screaming at her to get into “HIS” Ring. Her head still rings, while she walks to the apron attempting to slide into the ring but David stomps down on her back then kicks her from the apron and out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: But he just…
Alfonso Banks: Sometimes… it’s best not to think so much. Everything David is doing is for a reason.
(She got back up, this time however David jumped out of the ring and went to throw her into the ring but she reversed it but he kicked her in the gut then threw her tumbling into the ring. David slides back into the ring and goes for a quick roll up pin.)
1…
2.
(Alexis managed to kick out, David smiled after she slapped him across the face before getting herself to a corner and back to her feet.)
JR Freeman: Uh oh, Alexis is angry now!
Alfonso Banks: And look at the grin from David. This is EXACTLY what he wanted!
JR Freeman: Why on EARTH would some one want to piss off their friend like that?
Alfonso Banks: Just know that he knows what he is doing…
(Alexis’s face had gone red with anger and rage. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at David Shane across the ring from her. She let out a few enraged huffs as she CHARGED right at David! He didn’t even have time to react! She speared him straight into the corner and just began to unleash lefts and rights to his sides with all her power! She stood up straight and grabbed him by the head, slapping the taste right out of his mouth!!! She took a step back and then kicked him square in the jaw! He crumpled to the mat and she dropped for a pin.)
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Alfonso Banks: David isn’t done yet!
JR Freeman: I don’t know about you… but seeing Alexis like that… towards one of her best friends… is terrifying.
Alfonso Banks: This… this is nothing. I’ve seen worse from her.
(Alexis sat up, and hit the mat out of frustration. She got to her feet and looked down at David, who was using the ropes to get back to his feet. He stood up, holding the top rope. Alexis let out an almost primal scream as she charged at him, clotheslining both of them over the top rope! David landed first, Alexis landed on him and rolled. She popped back up to her feet and huffed a little bit.)
JR Freeman: How is Alexis able to just spring back up like that after all the punishment she has taken tonight?
Alfonso Banks: A little thing called adrenaline, JR.
(Alexis grabs David by the head and drags him over to the stairs where she repeatedly bashes his head into the steel steps!!! She pulls his head back and sees a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. She grins as she smashes his face into the steel steps one more time, this time she holds his head and rubs it across the steps back and forth like a cheese grater!)
JR Freeman: Is she trying to kill him or something?
Alfonso Banks: This is getting interesting.
(Alexis releases his head and take a step back. She smirks a little as she then slides into the ring. The referee hesitated but began to count David out.)
1...2…
(David leaned against the ring, as the blood trickled down his face.)
3...4…
(He realized what was going on and got to his feet.)
5...6…
(He slid into the ring and got to his feet, looking at Alexis. He ran at her but she dropped down and grabbed his feet, tripping him. He landed with his neck across the bottom rope. Alexis wasted no time grabbing the top ropes for leverage and putting her feet on his shoulders, putting all her weight on him, pressing him into the bottom rope. He gasped for air as the referee counted.)
1...2…
Referee: COME ON ALEXIS! BREAK IT!
3...4…
Alexis: DQ ME AND HE WILL FIRE YOU!
(The referee stopped counting, but kept trying to get her to break the move. After a few seconds she reluctantly did. David flopped to his back, trying to catch his breath. Alexis grabbed him and lifted him to his feet. He fought back, still short of breath, and shoved her backwards. He turns around and grabs the top rope to stabilize himself while he catches his breath. The referee checks on him.)
Referee: Can you continue?
David Shane: FUCK … OFF …
(The referee backed up and Alexis came up from behind him and grabbed his shoulders, doing a backstabber and floating over, putting him in the Aussie Lock (bank statement). The referee dropped to the mat to check for signs of David either passing out or tapping out.)
Alfonso Banks: THE AUSSIE LOCK!!!
JR Freeman: IS THIS THE END???
Alfonso Banks: She really has that hold in! David has to get to the ropes to get a rope break.
(David tried to break the hold, but was unable to do so. The blood from his forehead ran down his face and onto her hands, but she kept going. He struggled but was pawing at the mat, trying to get to the ropes. He managed to get to the bottom rope and grab ahold. The referee pulled at her arms and caused her to break the hold. She began yelling at him as she got to her feet. She got up in his face, allowing David Shane to climb the ropes and get to his feet. He saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing her legs for a roll up! The ref dropped to the mat!)
1…
2…
3.. NO!
(Alexis kicked out just before the 3 count. She jumped up to her feet, in a rage, as she snarled towards David. She grabbed him and tossed him to the middle of the ring. She then got up onto the top rope and waited.)
Alfonso Banks: Is she gonna go for the Down Unda Thunda?
JR Freeman: If she can hit this… it’s all over!
(David clawed at the referee to get to his feet. He turned around and Alexis jumped off going for the Greetings From Australia (eclipse). David wasn’t able to react in time and he ate the move, and laid motionless on the mat. The move, however, took its toll on Alexis too and she wasn’t able to capitalize right away.)
JR Freeman: If Alexis can get to David and pin now… it’s all over!
Alfonso Banks: She has a very very small window at this point. And she has wasted too much time, she isn’t going to make it.
(She crawled over to David and went for the pin.)
1…
2…
3……..? NO!!!!!! 2.99999999!!!!!
(David BARELY got his shoulder up at the very last second! Alexis let out a scream in frustration as they both laid on the mat.)
Alfonso Banks: SO CLOSE!
JR Freeman: HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT???
Alfonso Banks: He is on autopilot by this point! They both have taken a lot of damage, and are going to be in a lot of pain for quite a while.
(The frustration was evident on Alexis’s face as both of them got to their feet, much slower than before. Alexis looks over at David and walks towards him. The two meet in the middle and lock up. David manages to overpower Alexis, getting her in a headlock. He DDTs her to the mat and looks down at her. He grins in a cocky manner and backs up into the corner.)
JR Freeman: Why isn’t he going for the pin?
Alfonso Banks: If I know that man, he has something planned.
(Alexis started to get up, but was on her hands and knees. David smirked as he ran forward and BAM! Curb stomped her face into the mat! Her face bounced and she lay in the middle of the ring, motionless.)
JR Freeman: THAT'S IT! PUT A FORK IN HER, CUZ SHE’S DONE!
Alfonso Banks: There’s no kicking out of that. I think she may have busted her nose open. She will be lucky if her nose isn’t broken!
(Alexis rolled a little and you could see blood coming from her nose from the impact. But, instead of going for the pin, David begins to saunter around the ring.)
JR Freeman: WHAT IS HE DOING???
(He bends over and looks right at Alexis.)
David Shane: NOT SO TOUGH NOW???
(The fans erupted in a mass of boo’s. David laughed a bit as he continued to showboat around the ring, taking in the emotion from the fans. He grabs the ropes and begins to yell back at a fan at ringside. While he was doing this, Alexis was getting back to her feet. She stood up, and saw what was going on. The referee had gone outside the ring and was telling the fan to stop distracting the talent. While the ref wasn’t looking, Alexis came up from behind and hit a massive low blow on David! He doubled over, and fell to the mat. Alexis smirked and went up to the top rope. The referee turned and saw what was going on, getting back into the ring. David, holding himself in pain, rolled onto his back.)
JR Freeman: And there ya have it, the cockiness of David cost him.
(Alexis jumped and connected with a beautiful Down Unda Thunda! She jumps up and covers him right away!!!)
1…
2…
3…!!! YES!!! 3!!!
(The referee called for the bell! Alexis jumped to her feet. The referee held her arm up in victory.)
Meg: AND YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL…. ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!
(Alexis rested in the corner for a moment, taking a second to let her anger and rage subside. David slowly got to his feet with the assistance of the ropes and looked at her. He held his ribs and slowly walked towards her. She looked back at him with a confused look, as when he got close he extended his arm out for a handshake. She squinted in confusion as she slowly, and hesitantly, extended her arm. He shook her hand and pulled her in for a hug. After releasing the hug he asked for a mic.)
David Shane: Alexis… Great job and a great win. I knew you had it in you.
Alexis: What?
David Shane: You know the only reason I was so rough earlier in the match is I was trying to get you angry because… well… you are more fun to wrestle when you are pissed off.
(She smirked a little and shrugged)
David Shane: And I didn’t want my last match for a long time to be you pulling punches or hesitating because we are friends. No hard feelings?
(She chuckled a little and shook her head… then realized what he said.)
Alexis: Last match?
David Shane: Yeah, for now at least. Not a retirement because I am sure I will have more matches down the road… but for the foreseeable future… this is it for me in this ring. Time to hang the boots up for a while and focus on the paperwork, financials, and family. Thank you for the great match.
(He handed the mic back to a person at ringside and then hugged Alexis again, before raising her hand in victory. The cameras cut to a video package.)
Collateral Damage Match
Heather Haze Open Invitational
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match will be contested under Open Invitational rules and IS FOR..the PWS:APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!
JR Freeman: I prayed...PRAYED, partner...that I’d never be witness to another one of these gruesome escapades.
Alfonso Banks: Well at least that blade slingin’ psycho McKane can’t do any damage in this one!
JR Freeman: No but Heather Haze sure as Hell can! And she’s almost looking FORWARD to it! Like McKane has taught her through osmosis how to master the art of the Deathmatch!
Meg Reynolds The rules are as follows! We will start with two competitors with others joining at 3 minute intervals! Elimination is by pinfall or submission and the last person standing WILL BE...your COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION!!! Now...the competitor that drew-
(Before she can even finish, “I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford hits the PA system as a pissed off Heather Haze tears towards the ring, not even trying to be seductive...at least until she slides through the bottom rope and grinds her supple body against her championship before sliding up and grabbing Meg’s mic.)
Heather Haze: If they’re gonna make me go through this shit, I’ll kill ‘em all one by one. I’M your Collateral Damage champion...now get ready to see WHY.
(Heather slings Meg’s hand away as she walks towards the corner and sees a little pink bag tied to it with the name “Heather” on it. She looks at it curiously as she turns the card over and reads…)
“...Best of Luck, Love. -M”
(Heather opens the present and looks inside and gets a slightly sinister grin on her face as she pulls out...her very own customized pink butterfly knife. She plays with it lightly before “Blood/Water” by grandson starts to play and she suddenly gets a very mischievous look on her face as she turns to look at the top of the ramp where Malachi stands hand in hand with Bella Madison. Heather gives Bella a playful little wave as Bella rolls her eyes and turns, giving Malachi one HELLUVA good luck kiss...all the while flipping Haze off...Malachi catches his breath after that one as Bella turns to leave...Haze winks and blows her a kiss. Bella almost charges the ring but Malachi stops her and assures her he’s got it. He swaggers to the ring and slides in and as soon as he pops up he’s UNCOMFORTABLY close to Haze as she starts to sweet talk him. She reaches for his jacket zipper and starts to slowly unzip it, getting very close to his face…
...before he rears back and headbutts her.)
DING!
(Haze staggers back and checks her nose for blood as Malachi finishes taking his jacket off...Haze’s expression turns into one of sheer hatred as Malachi calls her on and Heather snaps forward CLOCKING Malachi in the face as hard as she can with the butterfly knife folded in her grasp! Mal flies back into a corner as the blade goes sliding out of the ring and Heather shakes her hand...Malachi is lying against the bottom rope as Heather looks from him...to the top of the ramp where she KNOWS Bella Madison is watching...and she slowly makes her way over, overexaggerating the motion of her hips as she swings around mounting her legs across Malachi and swiveling her ass to the catcalls of the male audience…)
Alfonso Banks: Malachi may be unconscious...and still he’s about to be the luckiest man in the universe.
JR Freeman: OR...he’s going to wake up with pink-eye.
(And to add insult to injury, Haze backs her ass up into Malachi’s face shaking it vigorously with the Pucker Up as Mal sudden snaps back into consciousness and double chops the back of Haze’s knees causing her to fall to her knees kinda straddling him in a reverse cowboy but it’s not that kinda movie kids as Malachi sees his opportunity and reaches forward pulling Haze back into a modified dragon sleeper! But Haze reaches out and grabs the ropes as the referee counts to four before Malachi releases...he does and Haze rolls away as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. Haze has pulled herself up with the ropes as has Malachi. They charge each other with Malachi attempting a running back elbow but Haze ducks it, bounding into the ropes and rebounding with a HARD Yakuza kick sending Malachi barreling to the floor outside. Haze slides out of the ring and starts to pull various items out like chairs and light tubes and a barbed wire wrapped kendo stick...y’know...the usual. Malachi has started doing the same pulling out items which can only be described as...unique. As they both slide into the ring, Haze grabs the barbed wire wrapped kendo stick and Malachi grabs the razor wire wrapped half of a pool noodle and they’re both about to take a swing when the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZZ*
(Everyone that’s allowed to be in the arena rises to their feet as “Dinosaur” by OMFG ft Jelly hits the PA system and struggling to get it’s head through the gorilla position but finally making it we see T-REXI stagger her way out onto the top of the ramp. Haze and Malachi both stop and look like “...what the actual fuck am I seeing right now?” as T-Rexi throws her arms out and the T-Rex sound byte from the first Jurassic Park WAILS throughout the building hurting everyone’s ears. T-Rexi shuffles its way to the ring and hops happily up the stairs but looks at the ropes as Malachi plays along and tries to hold the top rope open for it but it’s head is too big. Malachi judges the ACTUAL size of the obvious human inside as he rolls his eyes, screams “FUCK IT” and overhead belly to belly suplexes it into the ring. Much to his surprise, T-Rexi pops RIGHT back up and SOMEHOW it’s tiny little arms have managed to grab a baseball bat as it swings wildly at both of them coming absolutely nowhere NEAR hitting them. It’s comical for a moment before Haze CRACKS the barbed wire kendo stick into the back of Malachi’s legs. Malachi screams for a moment when out of NOWHERE...T-REXI HITS THE TYRANNITY!!!)
Alfonso Banks: Oh...my...God…
JR Freeman: ...IS HE ABOUT TO LOSE TO A F**KING DINOSAUR!?
(T-Rexi sits on Malachi’s chest and starts “eating” his face. Malachi is clearly not all there and he doesn’t realize this counts a technical pin and T-Rexi has his shoulders down!)
1!
2!
3!
MALACHI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Malachi’s rage suddenly gathers him back to the moment as he bell claps WHOEVER the Hell is in the dinosaur costume and they scurry away as Malachi rises in one fluid, angered motion. He reaches down and picks up the bat looking at it like an old friend. He suddenly SNAPS and butts Haze in the stomach with the end of it and when she doubles over he cracks her across the lower back and then turns viciously swinging at T-Rexi but the suit is so big on the tiny person inside that he’s PRETTY sure he’s missing and even if he wasn’t there was probably padding. Either way, T-Rexi measures the danger and squeezes its way under the rope and in a comedic little shuffle “runs” back up the ramp as the ref begins its count. Malachi is in hot pursuit as both countdowns finish.)
1!
10!
*DING/BUZZZZZ*
T-REXI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Heather Haze is rolling around the ring holding her back as “He’s A Pirate” by Captain Hook & Ghost Pirate hits the PA system and the fans roared their approval as Haze painfully looks at the top entrance to see Miles Kasey glaring at her. Slowly he unbuttons his trenchcoat and we see an axe slide down into his hand as he throws the hood off his head and points the axe directly at Haze muttering all the way to the ring as he does. Haze scuttles back to the far side of the ring, painfully pulling herself up as Miles is in like a house of fire and takes a VIOLENT swing at her with the axe!)
JR Freeman: GOOD LORD HE WAS TRYING TO KILL HER!
Alfonso Banks: SOMEONE GET THIS MADMAN SOME MEDS, STAT!!!
(THANKFULLY we’re not witnessing a snuff film as Haze tucks and rolls out of the way sliding to the outside grabbing her ribs looking at him like “WHAT THE FUCK” as Miles is absolutely seething. He keeps beckoning her to get in the ring, even going so far as to throw the axe into the corner closest to her...but she’s not biting. So he slides out of the ring himself and starts gathering “toys”...bundles of light tubes, bags upon bags of who only knows what, a tire iron, an E-Z Bake Oven…)
JR Freeman: Well...it wouldn’t be PWS: Apex if it weren’t weird.
Alfonso Banks: I swear JR, working here gives me an ulcer.
(He seems to be aiming more towards light tubes as he pulls out bundles upon bundles and sets them up like Lincoln Logs in the corners and the middle of the ring as the referee counts...both he and Haze slides in and slide right back out to reset the count as Miles actually disappears...UNDER the ring. Heather looks towards his side as the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZ*
(“Clubbed to Death” by Rob Dougan starts to blare but no one comes out...suddenly, Miles comes scurrying, bloodied out from under the ring screaming as he jumps up and throws himself into the ring. Haze looks at his raging red skin and what appear to be papercut thing cuts but they’re all over his back and torso...as Haze cautiously approaches, suddenly a biker chain WHIPS out from under the ring wrapping up her ankles and quickly sucking her under the ring as she claws for the barricade like something out of a horror movie! The arena gets eerily quiet as all we hear are blows being landed and Haze and Milo screaming. Haze suddenly appears kicking out of the other side of the ring, her shirt torn...her midsection and back bleeding…)
JR Freeman: What in the HELL?
Alfonso Banks: Who’s music was that!? What horror movie IS this!?
(Heather slinks up into the ring rolling around as slithering from under the ring on the closest side to the entrance ramp writhes a blood smeared Kazimir Moskovitz. He’s without his usual leather jacket and we see why...it’d be difficult to get it off over his hands. His hands have been wrapped tightly in thai style ropes, dipped into some sort of adhesive, and then dipped into broken glass, nails, and razorblades.)
JR Freeman: Oh...Mios...Dios.
(Kazimir looks down at his own body which is bleeding GLORIOUSLY and he starts laughing! Laughing and smearing his blood all over his face...all over the protective glass barricades between him and the fans...anywhere you can imagine. And then he sees his prey lying weakly in the ring; he disappears into the abyss once again. The countdown starts playing, the referee’s count hits five when Kazimir suddenly appears out of the other side…
...pulling a bed of nails behind him.)
JR Freeman: NOOOOOOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE! UNH UH! DO NOT CONSENT!
Alfonso Banks: I WANT A RAISE...AND MY MOMMY!!!
*BUZZZZZ*
(Kazimir slides the bed of nails into the ring as “MIA” by Lex Bratcher (feat. Crypt) hits)
You see them goons down there?
You don't wanna go that way.
I'm gonna put the gold in my mouth.
I'm gonna put the pole to ya' face
All of these racks on me? I'm gonna put em in my bank.
I be going in my bag, they be goin' M.I.A.
(As the beat for "MIA" kicks in, the stage lights up with flashing lights, Cleo Phillips walks out on the stage, and poses arrogantly for the crowd at the top of the stage but instead of her normal strut to the ring, she takes a moment to soak in what she’s dealing with and she decides…”FUCK IT!”...and she makes a mad dash to the ring diving in and under Kazimir’s waiting clothesline and as she rebounds she hits a huge Bronx Kick! Kazimir flies into the corner in pain as Haze has pulled herself up and turns around looking at the new mouthy boss bitch talking non-stop trash in her face as Haze laughs, whips her hair back, and beckons her on as the two women start trading VICIOUS right elbow shivers to each others heads! Cleo gets the better of the exchange backing Heather into the ropes but Heather swings around reversing the irish whip and when Cleo bounds back she’s introduced to the match by Haze hitting a drop toe hold sending her face first through a bundle of light tubes that were stretched across two chairs!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: BUT BUT BUT...YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO *HER*!!! SHE’S *PRETTY*!!!
JR Freeman: Pretty or not partner, she knew what she signed up for!
(Cleo rolls around clawing at her face and eyes trying to get all the fibers off as Haze pulls her out and covers.)
1!
2!
THR-NO KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: WHAT!? Jesu Christe I thought that was it for SURE!
Alfonso Banks: There’s more than enough fight when it comes to Cleo Phillips! Do your homework!
(Haze smacks the mat angrily as she stands up only to be grabbed from behind by a maniacal Kazimir Moskovitz who release german suplexes her towards the bed of nails! BUT SHE’S CAUGHT! At the last moment, be it out of instinct...be it out of chivalry...we may never know but before Heather Haze crashes back first onto the bed of nails she is plucked out of mid-air by Miles Kasey!)
JR Freeman: WHAT A CATCH, DONNIE!!!
Alfonso Banks: Normally I would question WHY he wouldn’t just let her splatter but...I don’t wanna see it...so I’m glad he did. YOU GET *ONE* COMPLIMENT, KASEY!!!
(Miles stands looking at Haze who looks back at him with her arms around his neck...it’s kind of a sweet moment...until everyone remembers…
...Nessa Wilde is a thing.
And THAT in mind! Miles flips her over aiming for a modified Go To Sleep but the kick JUST misses Haze’s face as she falls backwards into the rope and when she rebounds she tilt-a-whirl headscissors him square into one of Kazi’s toys...a razor wire wrapped slab of plyboard in the corner as Miles screams trying to wriggle out of the skin-shredding metal as he does Haze stalks him but the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZ*
“American Rebelution” by The Lacs begins to play over the speakers.
I pledge allegiance,
To the flag,
Of the United States of America,
And to the Republic,
For which is stands,
One nation,
Under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty,
And Justice,
For all.”
(A distorted American flag appears on the stage, spinning around slowly, with pistols at the side of it.
Red, white, and blue flashes on the stage to find a man standing in the middle of it. He is wearing a leather vest over a t-shirt, and a black baseball cap. He looks from side to side as he rolls his shoulders. He takes in the scenery as he sheds his vest and his ball cap...and starts stalking to the ring without a weapon.)
JR Freeman: Look at this MASSIVE mountain of man!
Alfonso Banks: This was a bloodbath before...what’s it gonna be NOW?
(The man, Montgomery Creed, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and steps over the top rope. Everyone works their way up to look at him…)
JR Freeman: This is it...two have already been eliminated...and all the cards have been dealt. No matter who it is, you are looking at your Collateral Damage champion.
Alfonso Banks: Who’s gonna draw first in this battle of gunslingers?
(Suddenly Kazimir screams and flies towards him looking for the RIght of Conscription but instead...he’s caught mid-air just like Heather Haze was moments ago, the only DIFFERENCE is...he’s gorilla pressed into the air easily...and thrown over Montgomery Creed’s head sending him CRASHING through a lincoln log set-up of light tubes he had constructed himself on the outside! The fans, for about the fifteenth time in this match, start REALLY chanting “HO-LY SHIT!” As Creed looks everyone else down Heather takes a step towards him mouthing...before turning and tackling Cleo Phillips as they roll out of the ring in a catfight. Leaving only Montgomery Creed and Miles Kasey standing in the ring.)
JR Freeman: This is interesting partner...on one hand you have the All-American Rebelution...on the other you have the pride of England.
Alfonso Banks: And THAT...is most CERTAINLY...the tea.
JR Freeman: ...I hate you.
Alfonso Banks: I know.
(Miles fires a hard right hand at Creed who just absorbs it and fires back with one of his own! The two start firing off right hands but Creed is just too big and has too much mass on Kasey and he manages to beat him against the ropes. But he makes a mistake and fires Kasey off into the opposite rope and Kasey sees his opportunity stepping up and launching backwards looking for the Blast From The Past! But Creed...doesn’t...budge. And before Kasey knows it,..he’s being deadlifted backwards onto the massive shoulder of Creed and dropped into a pool of thumbtacks with The Rebellution!)
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MILES KASEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
(Montgomery Creed sits up as Miles Kasey rolls painfully away under the bottom rope. As Creed is resting on his knees, Cleo Phillips runs out of nowhere and hits the Mad Dash!)
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KICKOUT!!!
(Cleo slaps the mat angrily as she screams at the ref that was three...she argues awhile, losing her temper, and isn’t aware of the dangers around her as Kazimir is back up in the corner clashing his broken glass clad hands together. Cleo turns around angrily JUST in time to be hit with the Right of Conscription! She drops!)
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CLEO PHILLIPS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
JR Freeman: This is it, Alf...your final three! Who you got!?
Alfonso Banks: I GOT THE BIG-ASS REDNECK, JR! WHO THE HELL YOU *THINK* I GOT!?
(Kazimir rolls up to his knees screaming in victory as he, Creed, and the now-present Haze all work their way to a standing position. Kazimir starts laughing like a madman as Haze holds her stomach and the back of her head glaring at both of them and Creed has a poker face the likes of which have never been seen. Kazimir starts jumping up and down stomping and screaming at them in Russian absolutely missing the fact that Heather had reached behind her and grabbed the cord of the E-Z Bake Oven…)
JR Freeman: ...no friggin’ way…
Alfonso Banks: You mean to tell me...after ALL these bloodbaths...we’re ACTUALLY about to see that thing get used?
(Short answer? Yep. Haze uses all the centrifugal force she can muster swinging the E-Z Bake Oven around and CRACKING it square across the face of Kazimir who bounds back into the ropes and when he returns he’s lifted up and hit with The Rebellution...SQUARE ONTO THE BED OF NAILS!!!
JR Freeman: OH...MIOS...DIOOOOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: IMMA BE SICK! I SWEAR I’M GONNA BE SICK!
(WIth Kazimir still LAYING on the bed of nails, Creed gingerly makes the cover!)
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KAZIMIR MOSKOVITZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Creed gingerly stands up as he and Haze size each other up...Haze instinctively starts putting on the seductive moves and for a moment it looks like Creed might succumb...until he gives a little grin and shakes his head no swinging for her head as hard as he can. She’s ducking lefts and right and she jumps up trying to lock in a guillotine choke!)
JR Freeman: IIIIIIII’ve seen salmon with better odds against a bear.
(And in his weird way, he’s right as Monty just stands up...eventually Heather slides down with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around him kinda laughing nervously until he whips her up into a HUGE samoan drop! COVER!)
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KICKOUT!!!
JR Freeman: It will NEVER be said...on this day or any other...that Heather Haze is not a Hall of Fame worthy hard knocks contender.
Alfonso Banks: Beautiful AND Deadly...my favorite combination.
JR Freeman: But this newcomer, Montgomery Creed is just...just too much for her!
(He sits up looking around at what he’s going to do next until he pops up quickly and tries for a chest stomp but she rolls out of the way! She rolls and rolls and rolls away from him until he catches her with both hands around her neck and hoists her up FROM the mat INTO the air looking for that big double claw chokeslam but at the last moment Heather takes her nails and digs them as hard as she can into his eyes FORCING him to let go! She lands on her knees on the mat as he staggers around holding his eyes and she sees the pink butterfly knife she was gifted as she pulls it close, gives it a kiss, wraps it in her fist one more time and turns around with a VICIOUS haymaker that staggers Creed to one knee as she sees her moment of opportunity!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD!!! COULD SHE!?
Alfonso Banks: GO GIRL! GET YOUR GLORY!!!
(Heather Haze jumps on the opportunity as she bounds into the ropes and goes for The Jailbait…
...but she’s caught…)
JR Freeman: It was a beautiful thought while it lasted.
Alfonso Banks: Could you imagine? Haze...being FORCED to compete in this BARBARIC environment...AGAIN...entering herself AS NUMBER ONE...and going ALL THE WAY to retain the Collateral Damage Championship!?
JR Freeman: I wish it could have been partner...that’s what dreams are made of. But welcome to PWS, Montgomery Creed.
(Creed pops her up onto his shoulder and starts running forward to hit The Rebellution...but Haze has ONE more trick up her sleeve as she LAUNCHES herself OFF of his shoulder using his own momentum to successfully HIT The Jailbait!!!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOOOOOD!
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MONTGOMERY CREED HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
YOUR WINNER...AND *STILL* PWS: APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION...HEATHER...HAAAAAAZE!!!
(Haze pops up to her knees almost in tears as the referee hands her back her title and she clutches it close to her chest with her head hung before the referee raises her hand and the “tears” get sucked back into her eyes and the fire comes back as she stands up trash talking EVERYONE who ever doubted her.)
Alfonso Banks: I…am speechless.
JR Freeman: What’s left to SAY, Alf!? The girl DID IT! Whether you love her or you hate her you DAMN WELL BETTER put some RESPECK...ON THE NAME...HEATHER HAZE!!!
Winner: And STILL Collateral Damage Champion, Heather Haze
Triple Threat Tag Team Match to Crown the first ever PWS: Apex Tag Team Champions
Lachlan Kane & Sierra Williams vs. The Commonwealth vs. Enforcer & Vin Halsted
(The cameras cut to ringside where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: The following match is for the PWS Apex Tag team championships….introducing first...
(Avenged Sevenfold's Hail to the king hits as Halstead and Enforcer make their way out. The two veterans make their way down to the ring and move up the ring steps into the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: At a combined weight of 535 pounds, Vin Halstead and Enforcer!
(“You ain’t ready” by Skillet hits next as Lachlan Kane and Sierra Williams make their way out. Lachlan has a matching bandana around his face the same as Sierras, they stand at the top of the stage and fist bump before moving down to the ring keeping their eyes on Halstead and Enforcer. Sierra slides under the bottom rope as Lachlan moves along the apron.)
Meg Reynolds: Now in the ring at a combined weight of 325 pounds...Sierra Williams and Lachlan Kane...TEAM LOOOOWKEY
(Then we cut back to the entranceway as Leo Moracchioli’s cover of Men at works “Land down under” hits, Aiden Reynolds explodes from the back pumping his fist in the air as Dickie follows looking less than impressed as he looks around and hears the song. Aiden smiles and shrugs as they make their way to the ring, Aiden leaps onto the apron and launches himself over the top rope before dropping to one knee and posing, Dickie on the other hand is much more reserved raising an eyebrow at his tag team partner as they get prepared)
Meg Reynolds: Now in the ring, at a combined weight of 403 pounds, Aiden Reynolds and Dickie Watson...THE COMMONWEALTH!
JR Freeman: we come from a land downundaaa
Alfonso Banks: Please...please don’t do that
JR Freeman: ...fine...but hey how great is it that we’ll be having brand new champions crowned...and look at those title belts...
(We cut to the tag team title belts sitting on a pedestal near the commentary table as the bell rings. Back inside the ring Sierra and Vin get on the apron as Dickie and Aiden argue about who is going to start before doing “scissors paper rock” which Dickie wins. Aiden rolls his eyes and gets on the apron as Dickie bounces on the balls of his feet. All three men look at each other and move around the ring, Dickie and Lachlan then jump on the bigger man in Enforcer and start hitting hard rights and lefts beating him down to the ground. Lachlan then goes to throw a punch and his elbow slams into Dickie’s nose. He stumbles back and Lachlan hits the ropes before hitting a shotgun dropkick to the side of Enforcers head, Dickie leaps in the air as Lachlan turns around hitting a gorgeous dropkick, Lachlan goes down, Dickie pops up and grabs Enforcer in a front facelock, he runs up the ropes spinning with a tornado DDT hitting Lachlan in the side of the head with an enzuguri on the way around spiking Enforcer onto the mat, he then hooks the big mans leg.)
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TWO
(Enforcer kicks out by throwing Dickie straight up in the air showing incredible strength, Enforcer sits up looking angry as his muscles tense. Dickie raises an eyebrow and mouths “oh shit”. He slides back and as Enforcer stomps towards hikm Dickie crawls forward between Enforcers legs, he pops up and then leapfrogs Lachlan as he goes for a shotgun dropkick, Lachlan connects with Enforcer but it isn’t enough to take him down, Lachlan hits the mat, pops back up and leaps at Enforcer with a forearm, Enforcer catches Lachlan and then throws him back right into Dickie as the two men hit the mat hard.)
JR Freeman: Holy hell!, Enforcer just showed his incredible strength!. But Dickie Watson is so elusive!
Alfonso Banks: And Lachlan Kane shows zero fear, I feel like they need to work together, while Vin and Enforcer don’t have the best records in Apex they are HUGE men and powerful
(Dickie shoves Lachlan off him, Enforcer grabs a hold of Dickie by the neck and pulls him up before burying his knee into his midsection, he picks Dickie up into a fallaway slam throwing him across the ring, Dickie lands right infront of Sierra Williams who sneers and chuckles. Dickie looks up wearily and slowly flips her off. Aiden starts to laugh as Enforcer then catches Lachlan going for a crossbody, he does the same thing to Lachlan with a fallaway slam to him making him land in front of Aiden, Aiden raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dickie who is pulling himself up, he holds out his hand and Dickie tries to get over to his corner, Enforcer though grabs Dickie by the leg and pulls him across the ring dragging him to their corner, he tags in Vin who stomps down on Dickie’s back, meanwhile Lachlan is able to get to his feet and jump tagging in Sierra, Vin pulls Dickie up and hits a spinebuster, Sierra slams into Enforcer with a dropkick to his back sending him out of the ring to the floor.)
JR Freeman: Sierra Williams is a house of fire!
Alfonso Banks: She scares me...
JR Freeman: Yeah...me too...I think even Lachlan is scared.
(Vin goes for a lariat to Sierra who ducks, hits the ropes, turns in mid air and hits a hurricanrana to Vin sending him across the ring, Dickie holds his back getting to his feet, he and Sierra come face to face. Dickie puts his hands up and explains his back hurts, Sierra suddenly launches forward hitting Dickie nin the face over and over again backing him into the corner, she then whips him across the ring but Vin Halstead slides in and Dickine gets tilta whirled, he is able to reverse it though grabbing Vin by the head and spiking him with a DDT, Dickie then pops up and Sierra runs at him, Dickie drops down with a drop toe hold to Sierra, she ends up on the ropes,Dickie pops up, hits the opposite ropes and hits her with the SNAPCHAT THIS 619. Sierra lands hard in the ring, Vin is up and Dickie is on the apron, he springboards off with a crossbody landing on Vin, rolling before jumping up and tagging in Aiden.
Aiden leaps over the top rope into the ring and Vin is up on his feet, Aiden jumps up with his running knee, he connects and then turns around hitting Enforcer off the apron, Lachlan runs across the ring apron and launches himself off onto Enforcer at ringside having enough of being out of the action. Vin is back up and he runs at Aiden who lowbridges him to the outside, Dickie then takes it upon himself to hit a summersault senton onto Vin!. Aiden and Sierra both look at each other as their partners fight on the outside, they then run at each other but instead of hitting one another Sierra throws herself over the top rope down onto Dickie and Vin, meanwhile Aiden does the same onto Lachlan and Enforcer!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD!
Alfonso Banks: That was crazy!
JR Freeman: Is this what our tag team division is going to be like every match?
Alfonso Banks: Oh I hope so!
(Aiden pops up grabbing Vin throwing him back into the ring, meanwhile Sierra stomps on Enforcer using his stomach to pop onto the apron, Sierra then jumps up off the apron turning in midair with the Ode to mexico moonsault onto Aiden, Sierra rolls off him and jumps over Vin tagging in Lachlan, Lachlan climbs to the top rope, hea measures up Aiden and goes for his double foot stomp landing on him!, He covers Aiden.)
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TWO
(Vin breaks it up, Lachlan fights off Vin with a few hard rights, he then runs and ducks a clothesline, he comes off the ropes with a slingblade, Aiden crawls over and tags in Dickie, Lachlan doesn’t notice as Dickie spins him around, he picks him up hitting the firemans carry into a roundhouse kick, Lachlan goes down, Vin tags in Enforcer, the big man runs full steam at Dickie who leaps up with a beautiful dropkick again hitting Enforcer in the face, Lachlan goes for a slingblade on Dickie,l Dickie though spins around and hooks his body around Lachlan taking him to the mat, Lachlan is on all fours and Dickie hits the curb stomp. He pins)
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(Sierra dives in to break the count!. She pulls Dickie up and hits the calgary cutter! Dickie is down!. Vin comes into the ring and spears Sierra causing her to backflip and land hard, Lachlan is up and he shotgun dropkicks Vin out of the ring!, Enforcer is back up now, he spins Lachlan around and hits the Death penalty DDT! Lachlan is down now!, Dickie leaps onto Enforcers back! He has a sleeper locked in, he holds Enforcer down on his knees, Aiden leaps into the ring and hits the down unda knee! It’s the Vodka and Tonic!, Dickie rolls Enforcer over and hooks his leg)
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THREE!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners and NEWWWWWWW PWS APEX WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...AIDEN REYNOLDS, DICKIE WATSON...THE COMMONWEALTH
JR Freeman: What a match!
Alfonso Banks: That was a damn war! No team should feel let down by their effort but there can only be one tag team to win...
JR Freeman: And that was...the commonwealth
(Land down under hits again as Dickie and Aiden are presented with their titles, Sierra and Lachlan regroup on one side, Sierra holding her ribs and Lachlan the back of his head while Vin tries to wake up Enforcer)
WINNER and NEW PWS APEX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE COMMONWEALTH!
(The show cuts to the back where Alexis was finishing up getting bandaged up by trainers after a rough match with David Shane.)
Trainer: There we go. No stitches needed. Just keep it clean, of course.
Alexis: Thanks, doc.
(He walked off as Alexis popped 2 tylenol for her head, washing them down with some water. She looked up and saw United Champion, Alanah O'Connell walking towards the gorilla position.)
Alexis: Good luck out there, champ.
(Alanah stopped in her tracks, turning to give a smirk over her shoulder at Alexis.)
Alanah: I’m Irish. We invented luck.
(She started to walk off, but stopped and turned around)
Alanah: Oh, and by the way, if you have something you wanna say to me… just say it. Don't be a coward and hide behind a podcast, ok?
(Alexis seemed confused for a second, then realized what she was talking about)
Alanah: But I'll deal with that later. Right now I have something IMPORTANT to go do… excuse me.
(Alanah turned and walked away, leaving Alexis standing there with a dumbfounded look on her face)
PWS: Apex United Championship Match
Bella Madison vs. Alanah O’Connell (c)
JR Freeman: Well, up next is a match that we have been waiting for since the beginning of the year.
Alf: Which in the year 2020 it feels like a DECADE ago!
JR: You’re not lying about that. The match that was originally scheduled for Demon’s Run, postponed for reasons we all kinda know about but these two young women, the PWS: Apex United Champion, the LONGEST REIGNING Champion of our era, “The Irish Rose” Alanah O’Connell tonight will defend her title against her best friend and future sister in law, Bella Madison.
Alf: As you can tell, our crack cleaning staff is taking extra precautions after the last match, extra cleaning is taking place as we sit here and talk about this, because we’re not screwing around with this pandemic.
JR: But this is it, Destiny 2020 brings us one of the most looked forward to match-ups between 2 of the fastest rising stars in our company’s young history. Alfonso, you think it’d be safe to say that this will perhaps be one of the purest matches in PWS history?
Alf: It wouldn’t shock me at all. If there is a strike from either of these two I’ll be surprised.
*DING DING DING*
Meg Reynolds: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWS UNITED CHAMPIONSHIP!
(Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads. The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.)
JR: Anyone that has been a part of PWS for any amount of time has watched that young woman grow up from a teen to now, just looking at her, you can tell she has been destined for greatness. Not just for her legacy of her mother, her step-father and whatnot but the way Bella carries herself. Despite facing her best friend tonight, she looks more confident than ever.
Alf: But if her ego gets in her way like it did against Heather Haze a few weeks ago...it will cost her this match and the United Title.
(The opening of Nikki Yanofsky’s “Something New” began to play across the arena speakers as Alanah O’Connell runs out to the stage, stopping and smiling out at the crowd. Doing a little twirl at the top of the ramp, she begins to make her way to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach. When she reaches the ring, she climbs up the steps and into the ring, smiling and waving out at the crowd as her music fades away.)
JR: Pound for pound, Alanah O’Connell is one of the toughest competitors in the ring today. Mind you since this pandemic her action in the ring has been limited for her protection but man before this she stood up to the likes of Miles Kasey, Heather Haze and others and has shown brightly.
Alf: Some would even say she is tougher than her brothers, one who is our former World Champ! But there is an emotional factor that we have to hit home.
JR: No doubt, at the end of this...tears are going to be shed.
(The women take to the center of the ring facing each other with Meg Renyolds standing between them and the referee next to her.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, the challenger, she stands at 5 feet, 5 and a half inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds, hailing for New York City, New York, this is BELLA MADISON!!!!
(Bella smiles and waves out with her eyes focused on Alanah.)
Meg Reynolds: And the champion, she stands at 5 feet, 6 inches tall, also weighing in at 125 pounds and hailing from Waterford, Ireland, she is the reigning PWS: Apex UNITED CHAMPION, ALANAH O’CONNELL!!!!
(Alanah smiles as well and raises the United Championship high, Bella glances up for a moment before nodding to Alanah. Madison backs away as Alanah hands the referee the title and takes to the other corner. The referee holds the title high up in the air.)
JR: And that’s what it’s all about there Alfonso. Our secondary championship that has been held for 270 days by Alanah O’Connell since she defeated Miles Kasey at Dishonored.
(The referee shows it to both girls before handing off to a ring hand, he turns to see both girls back in the center of the ring. The referee calls for the bell.)
*DING DING*
(Bella reaches out first with her hand and Alanah doesn’t waste any time as the 2 shake hands in the ring to the delight of those in attendance and they begin circling each other)
JR: Show of respect right off the bat for the friends but from here on out, it’s strictly business.
(Off the lockup in the middle of the ring, Bella takes the advantage with a side headlock on Alanah. Alanah then slips out and takes a hammer lock on Bella that Alanah turns into a side headlock as well. Alanah is pushed back to the ropes by Bella and sent off to the far side rope. Bella goes for a clothesline but Alanah ducks and when Bella turns around Alanah is standing there and applies another headlock in the middle of the ring.)
JR Freeman: A little tit-for-tat by these two ultra-talented young ladies!
Alfonso Banks: Well think of how much time they spend together! It’s gotta be like a mirror match!
(Alanah flips Bella over with a headlock takedown but Bella quickly takes the advantage back by putting Alanah in a seated head scissors. Alanah looks for a way out and rolls on to her knees in front of Bella. After a few attempts to losin the hold by jumping left and right, Alanah slips her head out from the legs of Bella and says “Nice try to keep me grounded” and they both smile at each other.)
JR Freeman: A little sass from the lass there!
Alfonso Banks: Well when you’ve been champion as long as she has, you kinda have a right to be a little snarky!
JR Freeman: Let’s just hope these two can keep it competitive and not lose their tempers!
Alfonso Banks: ...JR.
JR Freeman: Yeah?
Alfonso Banks: ...one is Irish...the other is the daughter...of Laura Phoenix.
JR Freeman: ...barring possibly offensive stereotyping, I see your point partner!
(Both ladies lock up again and Bella takes the headlock and is pushed back into the ropes again. Alanah shoots Bella off to the far side ropes and goes for a hip toss which is countered and Bella delivers the hip toss instead. Bella then hits Alanah with an arm drag that sends her flying to the other side of the ring. Bella then connects on one more arm drag and keeps it locked in the center of the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Look at the torque on that shoulder lock!
JR Freeman: Alanah OConnell may be sweet and innocent 97% percent of the time but you can’t give that other 3% any leeway or she’ll bite you outta nowhere!
(Alanah works her way back up to a vertical base and shoots Bella off the ropes but this time meets her with a drop toe hold. Alanah goes off the ropes and looks for an elbow drop but Bella is out of the way of the move. Bella then hits the ropes looking for an elbow drop of her own but Alanah moves out of the way. When Bella gets to her feet she is met with a standing dropkick from Alanah that sends her to the mat and she rolls to the outside of the ring.)
JR Freeman: And the young Madison taking a moment to recompose herself, not a bad idea!
(As Bella recovers on the outside of the ring, She looks up to see Alanah up on the top rope and taking flight to the outside and connecting with a diving crossbody block on the outside of the ring. Alanah grabs Bella and rolls her back into the ring and attempts a pin...
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Kickout.)
Alfonso Banks: And a QUICK kickout by Bella! It’s gonna take quite a bit more punishment from the Irish Rose to keep that firecracker down!
JR Freeman: But you know she’s up to the task!
(Alanah picks up Bella and sets her up in the corner. Alanah shoots Bella to the far side corner and runs in after her looking to connect with a Monkey Flip but Bella moves out of the way and Alanah goes crashing into the buckle. Bella then comes out of the near side corner and connects with a Yakuza Kick in the corner on Alanah.)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS! So much for friendly pure competition, that big kick could take your head off!
Alfonso Banks: Bella is here to become champion. Period. Both these ladies knew what that was gonna mean when they signed on the line! No friends til the bell rings!
(Bella picks up Alanah from the corner and quickly hits a swift DDT and goes for a cover
1....
2.... but Alanah is able to kick out at 2. Bella looks stunned but rolls Alanah over and starts to apply a Surfboard submission hold on Alanah trying to wear her down even more.)
JR Freeman: Could we be seeing the frustration rise up in Bella?
Alfonso Banks: I feel a tension in the air. They say it’s all friendly but...how often is that REALLY the case in these situations?
JR Freeman: I’m afraid you might be right on that one, partner.
(Alanah is in trouble as Bella lets her down from the move. Bella picks up Alanah from the match and connects with a suplex and goes for another cover
1
2...but again Alanah kicks out at 2.)
JR Freeman: OOH and that QUICK snap suplex from Bella trying to notch the win but you gotta think...the more either one of these girls kicks out, the more frustrated the other one has to be getting!
Alfonso Banks: This is a volatile situation JR. I don’t see how this doesn’t become EXTREMELY physical between them.
(Bella slaps the mat and pulls Alanah up to her feet but Alanah sparks to life with a quick butterfly kick out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: OH WHAT A SHOT!
(Alanah kips up and runs to the rope, jumping up, and flying off with a big springboard legdrop! She hooks the leg!)
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KICKOUT!!!
(Alanah rolls off and runs her hand through her hair as Bella sits up, they both sit next to each other catching their breaths, leaning on each other as they both start getting to their feet. Bella pushes Alanah back just far enough to connect with a strong uppercut. Alanah stumbles for a moment and returns with one of her own. Bella stumbles back to the ropes but bounces back with another uppercut as Alanah bounds back and returns with the same!)
JR Freeman: Such a war of attrition going on before us right now!
Alfonso Banks: I TOLD you this was gonna erupt!!! Heeeere we GO!
(And almost as if on cue both girls find themselves back in the center of the ring just throwing bombs at each other. This lasts for about thirty seconds before Bella cunningly ducks one of Alanah’s shots and hits the Whiplash out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: THE WHIPLASH!
Alfonso Banks: WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!
(Alanah gets back up and Bella tries to lock her in place for the Ashes to Ashes but before she can Alanah tosses her with the Tani Otoshi!)
JR Freeman: THIS IS A ROLLERCOASTER!
Alfonso Banks: AND WHAT A RIDE IT IS!!!
(Bella winces in pain as she slowly gets back up as Alanah is almost seething beckoning her forth as Bella throws a punch but Alanah catches it...and winds her body around her rolling them both to the ground in the stretch plum!)
JR Freeman: SWEET ESCAPE!!! ALANAH’S GOT THE SWEET ESCAPE!!!
Alfonso Banks: BELLA’S GOTTA TAP OR SNAP FOR SURE!
(Bella screams in absolute horrific pain as the referee is in perfect position asking her if she’s ready to give up as Bella screams “NO!” at the top of her lungs and we see a look of almost malice flash across Alanah’s face as she winches it in tighter!)
JR Freeman: THIS IS IT!!! ANY SECOND NOW!!!
(Bella screams at the top of her lungs SOMEHOW finding a way to shift her weight back JUST enough to put Alanah on her back! Shoulders down!)
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JR Freeman: IS BELLA GONNA TAP OR DOES ALANAH RELEASE THE HOLD!?
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3!!!
JR Freeman: SHE DID IT!!! BELLA MADISON DID IT!!!
Alfonso Banks: HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE PULL THAT OFF!!!
(Alanah releases the hold and looks at the referee in almost dumbstruck shock as Bella grabs at her shoulder looking like she might cry as the referee takes the title and kneels next to the slowly recovering Bella as Alanah pops up and RIPS the title out of the referee’s hands!)
JR Freeman: What’s this now?
Alfonso Banks: Looks like the young lass has a bit of an issue with that finish!
(Alanah looks at the title she’s held for so long as Bella rolls over up onto her knees holding her shoulders looking at Alanah with concern...until Alanah drops to her knees...and presents Bella with the championship.)
JR Freeman: Looks like you’re wrong, partner!
Alfonso Banks: I’m waiting on the other shoe to drop ANY second now!
JR Freeman: I think you’re gonna be waiting awhile!
(Both Alanah and Bella look like they’re getting emotional as they wrap each other into a tight embrace helping each other back up to their feet as the fans go absolutely wild.)
JR Freeman: Alanah O’Connell is going to go down in PWS:Apex history as one of, if not THE most, dominant and beloved champions in this company's history so you gotta think there’s no one she’d be prouder to pass the torch to!
Alfonso Banks: I doubt this is over between them but at least for tonight...Bella Madison takes the win AND the United Championship and I gotta say? WHAT a match!
WINNER AND NEW UNITED CHAMPION...BELLA MADISON
Monster’s Ball
Nick Madison vs. Lukas Emery
(The cameras cut to ringside.)
JR Freeman: Partner, this next one is, simply put, going to be very ugly.
Alf: Violence personified for sure.
JR Freeman: This rivalry between Lukas Emery and Nick Madison has been made extremely and horribly personal. It started out with what seemed like meaningless exchanges on social media, but it has since spawned into something very dark and evil.
Alf: I’m honestly a little worried for Madison. We saw what Emery was capable of against Michael O’Neil at Demons Run. Nick has been out of in-ring competition for like five years. I don’t see how he could possibly stand a chance here.
JR Freeman: The old expression goes, you can take the dog out of the fight, but you can never take the fight out of the dog.
(The tron illuminates, as a video package starts to display, depicting the events over the last few months. “Monsters” by Shinedown can be heard in the background. The video cuts to a shot of Nick walking out of the house with Aaron the other week. It morphs into a shot of Lukas holding baby Aaron. The video continues. As the vocals of Brent Smith come in, and the screen illuminates with images of the actions of Lukas Emery since his arrival in PWS:APEX.)
“Good for you, you fooled everybody.
Good for you, you fooled everyone.
Good for you, now you’re somebody.
Good for you, you fooled everyone.
Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don’t get angry, don’t discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage.”
(The chorus comes in, and it hits on the beat, we flash back to the brutal Headshot Lukas have Michael O’Neil at Demons Run. It then shows Nick running to the ring to go after Lukas. Next, we see a few different people being interviewed.)
Laura Phoenix: Do I think he’s ready? He’s not just fighting for himself, he’s not just fighting for a comeback. This shit is personal. Lukas threatens our family...he brought up everything personal he could to bring Nick into this, and now he’s gonna reap what he sewed.
Levi Russow: I have battled with Nick in a match like this, Lukas is good, but he ain’t ready for what he’s brought on himself. So best get ready, kid. You knocked on the door, and now he’s coming to fucking answer.
Reverend Synister: (laughing) Oh the wicked web we weave! Young Lukas gon’ show the way for ole’ Nick Madison….if history taught us anythin’ tis you can’t kill us.
(The video shows flashes of various promos from Nick and Lukas.)
Lukas Emery: You did this! You warranted this! You brought the monster to life, so now it’s time you realize this monster is coming for you! So don’t bring the family man if you expect to walk out under your own power. I want the extremist, the madman. I want the Nick Madison of old, not the shell you’ve become.
Nick Madison: I have faced my monsters before, I have faced monsters more heinous than you before. You brought my family into this, though. You chose to make it personal, I’m going to show you why you don’t fucking do that with me.
Lukas Emery: Welcome! To the end of the world! Abandon all hope, for here, there be monsters.
Nick Madison: it’s time you met the monster, you have helped create.
(The video package ends with one final shot of Nick Madison with a look of unbridled unhinges rage before the screen bleeds to black. The cameras go back to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Monster’s Ball match! Both competitors have spent twenty-four hours in isolation, and will now compete in a hardcore, anything goes match, wth the first competitor to score a pinfall or submission being declared the winner. Introducing the competitors…
(The lights in the arena go out, before dimly lighting back up.)
“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 boy, there’s hell to pay.”
(The guitar comes in, as “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy continues to play over the sound system, and Lukas Emery walks slowly out onto the stage. He slowly and methodically starts to make his way to the ring, as the fans rain down with boos and disapproval.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from London, England, Lukas Emery!
(Lukas makes his way to ringside and slides in the ring. He saunters over to the corner and leans against it as he waits for Madison. His music starts to fade, and the fans can be heard chanting already.)
Fans: Fuck You Emery! Fuck You Emery! Fuck You Emery!
Alf: Stay classy, Vegas.
JR Freeman: Can’t say he doesn’t deserve this treatment after everything.
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent…
(The lights in the arena go out, as the sound of an organ echoes throughout the arena. The fans erupt with cheers in anticipation for the entrance. The lights turn to a dark red tint, as words are heard echoing through the air.
"Now, we must all fear evil men.
But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most.
And that is the indifference of good men.
(Fire shoots from the stage when the guitar comes in, pulsating with each drum hit. Bright lights shine from the stage, before they turn back to the stage, where Nick Madison comes out from behind the curtain, as “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold picks up.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Nick Madison!
(The fans roar with cheers, as Madison makes his way down the ramp with a look of intensity. His eyes locked on Emery standing in the ring.)
JR Freeman: If looks could kill, Emery would be pushing up daisies right about now!
Alf: You can’t say that!
JR Freeman: What!? I’m just saying Madison looks like he could rip Emery's head off, and given everything Lukas has put him through, he’d be completely justified.
Alf: That would be murder, JR…
JR Freeman: Madison is a former multiple time world champion, former United Champion, former X-Treme Champion, former Intercontinental Champion. Lukas has disrespected him so much, no one could blame him for wanting to unleash hell on him. For everything he’s put him through, for everything he’s put his family through. Tonight Emery gets what’s coming to him.
Alf: Way to be unbiased, partner.
JR Freeman: Oh shut it.
(Madison slides into the ring, and walks straight towards Emery, but the ref gets in between the two, as they start jaw-jacking at each other.)
Alf: Come on! Let ‘em go!
JR Freeman: Patience, partner.
(Reynolds exits the ring, as the ref causes both competitors to back off before calling for the bell to start the match.)
JR Freeman: Here we go…
(Nick immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Uhhh...
Alf: Uh Nick, the match is in. The ring…
(Nick reaches under the ring and starts flinging weapons into the ring. Steel chairs, kendo sticks, a trash can. After tossing numerous things into the ring, Nick stands up from under the ring...wielding a couple of kendo sticks. He slides into the ring, and motions to two other kendo sticks that are in the ring.)
Nick Madison: Pick ‘em up.
Alf: What?
JR Freeman: Is he...is he telling Lukas to pick up the weapons?
Nick Madison: You wanted this! You BEGGED for me his, now pick up the fuckin’ weapons!
(A smirk slowly creeps over Lukas’s face, as he slowly bends down and picks up the kendo sticks, getting back to a vertical base.)
Nick Madison: Take your shot…
JR Freeman: What!?
(Lukas doesn’t hesitate, and takes his shot, but Nick is faster and nails Lukas in the stomach with a quick jab from the kendo sticks, causing Lukas to double over. Nick then takes one of his kendo sticks, with a malicious look on his face, he swings it and splinters it over Lukas’s back! Lukas falls to the mat, as Nick stands over him.)
Nick Madison: Get th’ Fuck up!
(Lukas gets to his hands and knees, but that’s as far as he can get before Nick takes the other kendo sticks and splinters it over his back, as Lukas screams out in pain. Nick drops down and rolls back out of the ring, looking back under the ring, and pulling out a table. He sets it up on the outside before sliding back into the ring. Lukas has gotten back to his feet, as the two trade right hand shots. Lukas delivers an arm drag, followed by another. He goes for another, but Nick blocks it with a kick to the gut. Lukas drops out on his hands and knees, but manages to grab one of the kendo sticks nearby and swings up, striking Nick across the body with it. He gets back to his feet, as Nick doubles over.)
Lukas Emery: My turn!
(This time it’s Lukas who splinters the kendo sticks over Nick’s back, as Nick crashes to the mat. Lukas starts stomping on Nick, before Nick manages to catch his boot, and shove him away, allowing Nick a moment to get to his feet. He takes a step towards Lukas, but is nailed with an Anarchy Kick ‘47!
Alf: AK-47! From outta nowhere!
(Lukas rolls out of the ring and walks over and looks back under the ring, pulling out a small bag.)
JR Freeman: Now what?
(Lukas slides back into the ring, as Nick is trying to recover. Lukas opens the bag, turning it upside down, as hundreds of thumbtacks fall out onto the mat.)
JR Freeman: Oh dear God!
Alf: Once again, not for the faint of heart. Emery obviously has ill intentions here.
JR Freeman: Ya think!?
(Lukas gets Nick back to his feet, before getting him into position. With a sick, twisted smile on his face, he unleashes and delivers a devastating 10 Downing Street onto the thumbtacks! Madison screams out in pain and arches his back as the thumbtacks dig into his back.)
JR Freeman: Oh God!
Alf: 10 Downing Street! Onto the thumbtacks! That’s the finisher of former PWS superstar, and good friend of Lukas, Cyrus Hendrix!
(Lukas looks happy with his work, but he’s not done. He walks back over to the bag, once again turning it upside down and shaking it. There is a collective gasp when the remaining contents of the bag are revealed, as down to the mat drops…
...a long strand of barbed wire!)
JR Freeman: What in God’s name is he going to do with THAT!?
Alf: Whatever he wants?
(Lukas picks up the barbed wire and unwinds it. He steps over to Madison, who is still on the mat. Lukas bends down, turning Madison over on his stomach. He pulls Madison’s leg, folding it, then leans forward and uses the barbed wire across Nick’s face, locking in the Cheshire Grin! Madison lets out a scream of pain as the jagged edges of the barbed wire dig into his skin.)
JR Freeman: Oh for the love of God! Stop this!
Alf: Madison is the one that agreed to this!
(Madison continues to scream out, trying anything and everything he can to get out of the hold. He starts to fade, as Lukas torques the pressure. All hope seems to be lost, when at the very last second, Madison manages to reach out to the side and barely grab onto a kendo stick nearby. He swings it wildly and violently, and manages to nail Lukas in the head, causing him to let go of the hold. Nick kicks Lukas away, as he starts spitting out blood from the barbed wire. He makes it to his knees, and starts destroying the kendo stick over Lukas’s body! He’s swinging with such intensity that on the last swing, he catches Lukas right between the shoulder and neck, as the kendo stick splinters in two!)
Alf: Jesus!
JR Freeman: Lukas is the one that ASKED for this!
(Nick looks around frantically, before he looks at the barbed wire, then at the table set up on the outside. A look of demented determination comes over his face, as he picks up the barbed wire. He walks over to Lukas, and starts wrapping the barbed wire around Lukas’s body.)
Alf: What on earth is he thinking?
JR Freeman: Something violent I assure you!
(Nick gets Lukas to his feet, as Lukas is damn near out on his feet. Nick brings him over to the ropes, managing to get him through the ropes out onto the apron. He holds Lukas head up, making sure he can hear him.)
Nick Madison: Shoulda NEVER fucked with my family, motherfucker!
(Nick lets go of Lukas’s head, runs across the ring to pick up speed, then comes back across the ring, and delivers a devastating spear...with the barbed wire...to the outside...through the table!)
JR Freeman: HOLY SH-
Alf: He killed him!!!
Fans: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
(Both men lay on the outside in the broken wreckage of the table. After a few moments, somehow, Nick starts to stir and get to his feet. He drags Lukas to his feet, rolling him back into the ring. He rolls back into the ring, taking a second to catch his breath.)
JR Freeman: I thought he’d go for the pin, but given this hesitation, he must have something else in mind.
Alf: Nick Madison is sick! He’s a sick man!
(Nick, who is bleeding from the mouth, picks Lukas up to his knees, and starts unwinding the barbed wire from around his abdomen. The camera gets a good look at Nick’s back, which is littered with thumbtacks. Nick gets the barbed wire unwrapped, as Lukas just plops back down onto the mat. Nick looks over at the rest of the thumbtacks that are still on the mat. He walks over and lays the barbed wire out among the thumbtacks.)
JR Freeman: This…
Alf: Should be illegal!
(Nick turns back to Lukas, who is struggling to get back to his knees. He holds Lukas’s head up so he’s looking up at Nick.)
Nick Madison: You asked for this! Now I’m ending it!
(With little wasted motion, Nick gets Lukas to his feet in position, and drives him down onto the. barbed wire and thumbtacks...with a Neuro-Mutilation!)
JR Freeman: Neuro-Mutilation! That HAS to be it!
(Nick slowly turns Lukas over, and collapses over him for a cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
(The bell sounds, as the ref looks worriedly at both men. Medics rush down to the ring with stretchers.)
Meg Reynolds: And the winner of this match, NICK MADISON!!!!
(They slide into the ring, checking on both men, as the arena is eerily quiet. Both men are put in neck braces, but Nick quickly rips it off, somehow using the ropes to stumble to his feet. He holds himself up against the ropes, as he looks down at the fallen Emery. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, as the medics try to help him, but he pushes them away. He starts slowly making his way up the ramp, as Lukas is loaded onto the stretcher at ringside. Nick makes it to the stage, before he stoops to a knee.)
JR Freeman: Both of these men just went through an absolute war.
Alf: Regardless of what you think of either of these guys, they pulled out all the stops here tonight.
(The medics get Lukas to the stage, next to where Nick is. Suddenly, he stands up with a wild-eyed expression on his face, as he stops the stretcher.)
Alf: Now what!?
(The medics back away, but beg Nick to resist whatever it is he’s thinking. He pays them absolutely no mind though, as he rolls the stretcher over to the side of the stage. He then stands it up on the edge of the stage, so Lukas is looking at him as he’s coming to. Nick pats Lukas’s head, as he turns and steps away.)
Alf: Oh thank God. He’s thinking better of it.
(Nope. Nick turns back around, and almost as if I’m slow-motion, he runs and spears Lukas in the stretcher off the stage!)
JR Freeman: FUUUUUUCK!!!
(The stretcher crashes to the floor, as medics rush the scene. Crew members and medics rush to both men, as both men are out. The medics waste no time getting Nick in a neck brace and onto a stretcher, as they get Lukas back upright on his stretcher. The scene fades away with both men being rolled out on stretchers.)
WINNER: Nick Madison
The War To End All Wars
Mack McKane on the Hunt
“You think that commanding an army grants you nobility? Nobility comes from fighting besides your soldiers, not kidnapping a woman to cheat your way out of battle” -Bartolomeo d’Alviano
(The scene opens in pitch black darkness until we see the cherry of a cigarette light and two men step into a dim twilight. We recognize them as they walk closer, slowly, staying alert to the ever present danger they know full well they’re leading themselves into. We see it is the Brothers McKane...Mack and Kenny. Mack is twirling Cutrina in his hand nervously as Kenny drags on his cigarette.)
Kenny McKane: Right...coulda done wif some FOOKIN’ backup, innit!?
Mack McKane: Nobody...an’ I mean NOBODY else...is gettin’ hurt ‘cause o’ me.
Kenny McKane: WELL then…’ere we are on another star-crossed adventure, innit! The boys are back in the menacing, destitute- what the FUCK am I lookin’ at right now?
(Kenny’s jaw drops and the cigarette falls out of his mouth as Mack’s eyebrows furrow deeper. The fear that should be shooting up his spine is burning red hot in the moment. He was never afraid to die...he just didn’t think it’d come THIS quick. But if he knew one thing...just...ONE thing…
...she was fuckin’ worth it.
We turn to see the International Car Forest of the Last Church...a car graveyard that has been admired by thousands for many years for the unique “art” the cars have been turned into...sticking upwards out of the ground...balanced on top of each other. But the marvels and the artists have all but gone...as we see familiar black and tattered circus tents strewn about the landscape.)
Kenny McKane: Well give the bastard one thing…e’s got a right flair for the dramatic, innit?
Mack McKane: Kenny.
Kenny McKane: Yeh?
Mack McKane: ...you don’t hafta do this bruv.
Kenny McKane: …’ave you lost your fookin’ marbles, kid?
Mack McKane: I’ve seen the way you and Katie look at each other...and little Ashley lights up when you enter the room…
Kenny McKane: Yeah? They’re amazing, whassyerpoint?
Mack McKane: ...point is you don’t have to die here. You don’t have to throw it all away AGAIN fer me. You could have a life! They’ll ADORE you!
(Kenny looks a bit taken aback as he steps up and puts his hands on Mack’s shoulders.)
Kenny McKane: RIght...you ain’t tellin’ me anything I didn’t already know but maybe you missed a bit, yeah? Because I would LOVE that life...I’d TREASURE every moment of it. I’d LOVE to be the homemaker and have barbecues and all that domesticated shit! But whassit for...if my lil’ bruvah ain’t there to share it wif me?
(Kenny quickly hugs Mack and they quickly separate as they’re not accustomed to doing that...like, ever.)
Kenny McKane: I’m with ya till the end of the line.
Mack McKane: Too right...let’s have it then!
(Mack and Kenny both stretch out their necks and get limber as they start to walk towards the center of the “Church” and when they approach we hear a BOOMING voice from the sound speakers.)
“OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY CHILDREEEEEEEEN!!!”
Mack McKane: FOOKIN’ hate when he does that!
Kenny McKane: Bleedin’ wanker.
“I am so...SURPRISED you managed to find your way HERE! Looks like my little golden goose what left the door open! No matter...how THRILLED we are to see you!!!”
(Suddenly a circle of flames blasts and surrounds the entire lot. They now shimmer in the reflections dancing off the cars and dancing in those reflections...are legions of what look to be severely muscular masked men cracking their knuckles, necks, stretching out looking all menacing.)
“...ALL...of us.”
Mack McKane: Fuuuuuckin’ Hell I’M TIRED OF THE GAMES, SNAKE DANCER! EITHER YOU AND THE OL’ BASTARD SHOW YERSELVES...GIMME THE GIRL...GROVEL FOR YA LIVES AND *FUCK* OFF OUTTA HERE...OR I’M GONNA GUT YOU FROM KNAPE TO CHOP!!!
Kenny McKane: *Quietly* damn...good threat…
(We suddenly hear unnerving cackling lead from the surround sound system to the top of a single exhibit of a car stacked horizontally on the end of another car. And there we see him...mask clad after his last little run in with Mack. The Reverend Synister was finally here in the flesh.)
Kenny McKane: Holy shit.
Reverend Synister: Thas it boy...MARVEL in my glory!
Kenny McKane: No yer jus’...FATTER than I thought you’d be, innit?
(We can see Syn’s eyes behind the mask as he slowly reaches up and takes it off...scars decorate his cheeks and forehead and it looks like he’s wearing a prosthetic eye.)
Kenny McKane: FUUUUUCKIN’ HELL! PUT ‘ER BACK ON!!!
(Syn is absolutely snarling as another voice rings out from the darkness…)
“Patience...my friend...he’s an insolent boy. He always was.”
(Walking out of the tent behind Syn comes swaggering up a haggard old man...evil radiates off of him as thick as the whiskey. Mack looks at Kenny who is absolutely zeroed in holding his side.)
Papa McKane: Aww now...did my little friend give you a boo-boo? I wanted you to have something to remember me by! And give you a little WARNING...but I see even THAT was too much to get through yer thick skull. Musta got that from your BITCH of a mother.
(Mack and Kenny straighten up and look at each other confused.)
Kenny McKane: Bitch of a mother?
Mack McKane: Fuckin’ Hell, THAT’S what you got? WE fuckin’ hated HER, TOO!
Kenny McKane: Yeah strike one on the insults, ya slob.
Papa McKane: SILENCE, BOY.
(He notices Cutrina twirling in Mack’s hand…)
Papa McKane: Ahhh...my knives still run thick in your blood I see!
Mack McKane: Not as thick as mine are about to run through yours in a moment.
Papa McKane: OOH HOO HOO! Is your blade as sharp as your tongue?
Mack McKane: FIND OUT.
(Everyone gets intensely in each other's faces...Mack in Syn’s...Kenny in Papa’s...when suddenly through a snarl Syn growls…)
Reverend Synister: It was foolish of you to come alone, boy.
Mack McKane: ...an’ it was fookin’ STUPID o’ you...to think I DID!!!
*ROAR*
(We hear the roaring of an ANGRY souped up vehicle engine as the color drains from Syn’s face as he backs up dragging Papa with him JUST in time as through the fire and flames...the legendary modified and HIGHLY illegal Russow Lawn Gator roars to life flying as it skids to a drifting halt just a few feet away from them. We see Levi Russow in the driver’s seat with Emma Russow riding shotgun and in the back, filing out, we see Jack Russow, Alanah O’Connell, Bella Madison, Malachi, Lachlan Kane, and Miles Kasey.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: LAST STOP: HELL. EVERYBODY OFF. YOU KNEW WHAT THIS WAS WHEN YOU MET ME. IF YOU RECEIVED ANY EMOTIONAL SCARS, SUCK IT UP, AND THINK ABOUT THE FACT YOU COULDA BEEN...ON RIDE TWO!!!
Reverend Synister: Ride tw-?
(Before he can finish his thought the NEWER, UPDATED, SECOND GENERATION of highly souped up and highly illegal Russow Lawn Gator comes flying through the OTHER side of the flames with Daniel Russow in the driver’s seat, Jesse Russow ridin’ shotgun as he gets out and helps Cameron Russow down and Daniel struggles to catch...Slappy McGoo. Noticeably shrinking down in the legroom of the back we see a hiding Demetrius Spinelli.)
Reverend Synister: But...but HOW...y'all s’pposed to be at the SHO-
The Iceman Levi Russow: Show was taped HOURS ago due to Covid ya ingrown asshair! NOW...STAND there, SHUT up, and give us a minute to PREPARE! HUDDLLLLLE!!!!
(The entire group huddles as the darker masses surround them...we hear a lot of impassioned murmuring before a loud “BREAK” and everyone scatters and we see that Mack and Kenny had nothing to do with it and look COMPLETELY confused.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ALRIGHT...Youngbloods! You take the left flank. OLD GODS...we’ll take the right flank. Mack...Kenny...you two do what you do best and SLAP…
Slappy McGoo: HULLO!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...I DIDN’T wanna tell you this...but these guys...are the ones that smashed your pinball arcade.
(The look...of PURE...RAGE...that covers Slappy’s face...makes EVERYBODY...even Jack, Alanah, and Bella...move away from him very...VERY...slowly.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: AVENGERS!!! ASS-
Daniel Russow: COPYRIGHT LAWS!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: COULD YA JUST...PLEASE? I’M TRYINA-
Emma Russow: SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY!!!
(And on cue, Slappy roars and tears towards Syn with the force of a Panzer tank as Syn slips the mask back on and runs for his life as everyone pans out and starts viciously fighting for their lives against Syn’s new Carnival...except Kenny. Kenny and Papa McKane haven’t moved...they just keep their gaze on each other. Mack takes a step forward but Kenny darts out an arm.)
Kenny McKane: Go find yer girl.
Mack McKane: But...Kenny we can-
Kenny McKane: If I fail...you can have what’s left. Go. Find. The Girl.
(Out of the corner of his eye this whole time, hiding like the weasel he is...Mack has been clocking the movement of a slippery cloaked figure who is slipping in and out of the fight and headed for the back tent as Mack nods at Kenny.)
Mack McKane: Don’t lose.
Papa McKane: He will. Then so will you.
Kenny McKane: Just...get outta here kid.
(Mack turns and CLOCKS one of the Carnival members running by as he turns back, nodding at Kenny and putting his mask back on as he takes off towards the man he saw running. We see Levi, Emma, Daniel, Jesse, and Cam all back to back in a circle throwing bombs, haymakers, and violent kicks at the charging Carnival.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: This is just like our honeymoon!
(Emma superkicks a running attacker before raising an eyebrow and smacking Levi around the head.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: YEOWW!! What was *THAT* for!?
Emma Russow: Our HONEYMOON was you getting plastered off Mimosas at 9 am and daring the entire wait staff to FIGHT you ‘cause “them Hawaiians have tougher skulls than ‘Muricans”
Jesse Russow: ...DUDE!
Daniel Russow: Seriously, bro?
The Iceman Levi Russow: It was a COMPLIMENT!!!
(Levi hits a KryoKick just as Emma hits another superkick and they turn out back into each other as they both smirk and steal a quick kiss.)
Emma Russow: The world crumbling around us...and here we are.
The Iceman Levi Russow: When you took my hand you asked if life was always gonna be like this and what did I say?
(They instinctively double superkick two on-rushers as Emma smiles at him.)
Emma Russow: “Damn straight!”
(Cam nudges Jesse stiffly)
Jesse Russow: Yeah babe?
Cameron Russow: How come WE can’t be like that?
Jesse Russow: ...because we’re not BAT-SHIT INSANE and prefer...Colorado.
(Cam all of a sudden turns bright red and starts giggling with her hand over her mouth, moving it for a second to headbutt an attacker before playfully smacking Jesse who just winks at her. Daniel looks at both couples and rolls his eyes taking off on his own, not wanting to be the spare tire in the double date. In the middle of the battlefield being swarmed by all shapes and sizes of Carnival members stands a RAGING Slappy McGoo who is absolutely tearing everyone apart. Five men jump on him and manage to get him down to a knee as Syn slinks out of the shadows cackling as the blows rain down upon our scruffy, Megalodon-sized hero.)
Reverend Synister: Ohhhh big man...rage is a powerful tool...when taught to use correctly. But your time...has run o-
(Suddenly Slappy ROARS and throws his arms back sending all five men flying as he seethes in place glaring into Syn’s eyes who isn’t making a move except to raise his hand. One of the attackers gets up behind Slappy and just catches a swift elbow.)
Reverend Synister: You are STRONG...the GIFTS you have, these people do not UNDERSTAND you! But but but! *I* do! Take my hand, boy...let me TEACH you!
Slappy McGoo: My father...taught me...how to play pinball.
Reverend Synister: That’s a lovely story! Tell me more about it!
Slappy McGoo: He left me an entire arcade of pinball machines.
Reverend Synister: WONDEROU-
Slappy McGoo: ...before he died.
Reverend Synister: ...oh...I am so sorry for your los-
Slappy McGoo: I never got to say goodbye...the last thing we did was have a fight…
Reverend Synister: Well uh...now...sometimes our REFLECTIONS don’t...don’t show us...wha-
Slappy McGoo: That arcade is the only thing I have to remember him by.
Reverend Synister: WELL SEE! Then the memories live on WITHIN ya! All you have to DO is-
(Syn suddenly realizes he’s backed into one of the “exhibits” with the monstrous Slappy bearing down on him.)
Slappy McGoo: ...and you...smashed it.
Reverend Synister: WHAT!? Naw naw naw WAIT a minute big fella! Just...just WAIT! I would NEVE-
Slappy McGoo: ...MY turn.
(Slappy roars and BARRELS towards Syn who narrowly rolls out of the way as the entirety of the MASSIVE Slappy McGoo comes crashing into the car and amazingly it’s enough force that we see the car shift and lean to the side! Syn looks back at what could have been him...human artwork on the derelict remnants of a time long past...and he does the one thing he can think of…
...run.)
Slappy McGoo: ...I WILL...have you.
(Slappy slowly stalks towards the direction of Syn's run as we hear crashing and clunking coming from the middle and we see Kenny McKane struggling with his dad, trying to wrestle a knife out of his hands. They twirl in an almost dance of hand to hand combat until they fall into one of the tents out of sight where we see in the background on the other side of the lot a MOUNTAIN of a man...easily four inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier than Slappy, bearing down on Alanah O’Connell who’s eyes grow wide but she doesn’t back down...she looks around for help but all she can see is the Russows getting swarmed, Lach and Mal are back to back executing some WONDERFUL double team moves but out of earshot of their baby sister.)
Alanah O’Connell: Uhh...anyone!...HELP!
(Jack had seen Mack bolting for something important so he had kissed her on the cheek and taken off at her command...she keeps slowly backing up but her pursuer is steadfast in his intent. Finally, she cracks her bones to get the blood flowing back...she had gone through a WAR earlier in the night with Bella Madison. And like the scrappy little lass she is, she stops backing up and squares up.)
Alanah O’Connell: Alright you great slimy git! LET’S GO!
(She dashes forward trying to wrap herself around him in her trusty Sweet Escape submission hoping to choke him out or at LEAST break a limb to help her out but as she twirls she feels a hand on the knape of her neck and she’s brought around, LIFTED off the ground as the man growls…)
Brawny Man: Yer purty. Give us a HUG!
(He suddenly wraps Alanah up in a massive bearhug and she starts crying out for help! Everything looks dire for the Wild Irish Rose until…)
“YO! ‘ROID RAGE!”
(The mammoth loosens his grip as Alanah falls to the ground clutching her back and he turns his attention...to Bella Madison.)
Bella Madison: Ya know...I always WONDERED if those rumors about steroids shrinkin’ your balls were true…
(And as if on cue, Alanah fiercely kip up superkicks the mountain of a man in the nuts as he doubles over in pain!)
Bella Madison: Huh...guess not! ‘LANAH!
(Alanah looks at Bella and understands as she swings over staying on her knees as Bella runs and LAUNCHES herself off of Alanah grabbing the guys head trying to hit him with the Ashes to Ashes as Alanah rolls over onto her back and reaches up grabbing Bella’s legs and pulling them down while letting go and getting her knees up at the last possible moment as Bella hits a VICIOUS Ashes to Ashes crushing the barbarian’s face into Alanah’s knees! Bella rolls the whimpering mound of uselessness off of Alanah and extends a hand. Alanah acts reluctant to take it until she does and Bella pulls her up into a giant hug.)
Bella Madison & Alanah O’Connell: No hard feelings. JINX YOU OWE ME A COKE! DOUBLE JINX! TRIPLE JINX!
(The girls bust out into laughter and hug each other tightly again like sisters as they finally turn to look at Lach and Mal standing around a pile of unconscious bodies with their arms crossed with a single eyebrow raised each.)
Lachlan Kane: ...well…
Malachi: Don’t say it.
Lachlan Kane: Weeeee...aaaaare…
Malachi: DON’T FUCKIN’ SAY IT!!!
Lachlan Kane: ...FFFFucked.
Malachi: There’s two of them. We...we had the numbers.
Lachlan Kane: We had the numbers...then your daft arse went off and fell in love.
Malachi: OI!....FUCK YOU!
(They stare at each other and kinda smirk and exhale sharply through their nose as Lach turns and pats Mal on the back whispering…)
Lachlan Kane: ...don’t you ever let that one go.
Malachi: Can’t. Pretty sure she lo-jacked me in my sleep.
(Lach looks over his shoulder at Bella and Alanah laughing and smiles.)
Lachlan Kane: ...clever girl!
(The scene switches over to show Jack Russow running around the corner of an exhibit and being squared up with by three men...he turns in each direction and there’s two more coming from behind and beside him...as they corner him against an exhibit. Jack wipes his mouth and cracks his neck..before pulling out two knuckle dusters and sliding them onto his fist punching them together.)
Jack Russow: Alright then...who’s fuckin’ first?
(The freaks don’t seem to have a grasp on what “one at a time” means as they all advance on him in a group.)
Jack Russow: ...I’m sorry ‘Lanah.
(Jack doesn’t wait as he takes the initiative swinging wildly at two of the men clocking them square on the jaws sending them down as the rest grab and swarm him. Four of them hold him in place as one of them takes one of the brass knuckles off of Jack’s hand and slides it onto his own. He grabs Jack’s rebellious head and holds it up to look at him.)
Freak: ...pathetic.
“OI YA GIMPY FUCKS!!!”
(Everybody looks to the top of the car just in time to see Miles Kasey smiling and giving them a backwards peace sign...before screaming…)
Miles Kasey: GERONIMO!!!
(And with that, he LEAPS off the top of the car in a front flipping tope con hilo as Jack BARELY rolls out of the way and Miles comes crashing down hard into the pile of black-clad bodies. Miles rolls up holding his back as one of them starts to get up but Jack runs and punts him in the face taking his brass knuckle back...he straightens his back and turns to Milo.)
Miles Kasey: Alright then?
Jack Russow: ...owe you a pint.
(They both smirk at each other as Jack tosses Miles one of the brass knuckles.)
Jack Russow: D’you see which way he went?
Miles Kasey: Haven’t got the foggiest.
Jack Russow: Fuck. Okay…
(They hear Daniel Russow holler for “A LITTLE HELP HERE!” coming from the distance as they look at it and Miles pats Jack on the back.)
Miles Kasey: I got that. You keep lookin’, eh?
Jack Russow: Y’know...to think at one point I hated you.
Miles Kasey: Same...funny ol’ world, innit?
(They chuckle and bump fists as Miles tears off towards the distress call and Jack looks around and sees the flaps of one of the tents blowing in the breeze as he tears off towards it.)
-MEANWHILE-
(We see a dim light glowing through a hole in the top of the tent as the moon shines down on the dirty, bruised and slightly cut features of Mattie Cormier who is bound to the main post of the tent. She hears the commotion outside and starts to try and fight to slide her wrists out of the ropes...her wrists are bleeding from all the attempts as she weakly cries out…)
Mattie Cormier: HELP...PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!
(Suddenly the main flap of the tent flies open and a man stands shadowed in the light of the fires burning around the landscape.)
Mattie Cormier: M-...Mack?
(The figure slinks forward and we see...it’s not Mack McKane...but…)
Mattie Cormier: E-...Everett?
(It was indeed, Everett Jacobs...As he reaches her, he brushes back a lock of her dirty, tangled hair.)
Everett Jacobs: Of course it’s me. I’m here to rescue you from this place.
(He helped her to her feet, putting an arm around her waist as she wobbled on shaky legs.)
Mattie Cormier: But..where’s Mack?
Everett Jacobs: He…
(Everett let out a sigh.)
Everett Jacobs: He’s not coming...he realized what he was up against, and he backed down like a coward. He’s been in hiding ever since the night you were taken. But I’ve been working nonstop to find you. I’ve spared no expense. I’ve had the best investigators on this case 24/7!
“You...lying...cunt.”
(Everett jumps out of his skin and spins landing on his rear looking towards the opening and we see the battle-tested features of Mack McKane. Mattie’s weary face instantly lights up before her knees buckle from under her.)
Mack McKane: I told her...I would always come for her. I PROMISED her...forever. Like Orpheus calling for Eurydice...I begged her to wait for me...I was coming. Now back...th’fuck...up.
(Everett scrambles backwards as Mack barrels forward and kneels in front of Mattie brushing her cheek as she weakly smiles at him. Mack flips Cutrina open and cuts her free as she collapses into his arms.)
Mattie Cormier: ...I...I knew...I never doubted.
(Before they can share a kiss Everett is back on his feet and he grabs Mattie by the arm RIPPING her out of Mack’s embrace spinning her around and cupping her face.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie...my darling, LISTEN to me! He’s the reason you were kidnapped in the first place. If it wasn’t for that psycho’s father, you would be safe. And they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…
(He shoots a hateful glare at Mack but before Mack can respond...Mattie shakes her head fervently pulling away from him and falling back into Mack’s arms.)
Mattie Cormier: No...No you’re WRONG! Mack is NOTHING like that monster!
“Oh child...how very wrong you are.”
(Suddenly, as appearing out of a zephyr...they are flanked by Reverend Synister and limping in behind him holding a bloody wound on his left thigh...Papa McKane.)
Reverend Synister: See I know...I SEEN it. From that first moment this putrid world laid EYES on you, boy! You got the fire...the HATE...you LIVE for destruction! Look! LOOK at what you done just t’GET here! The pile o’ BODIES you left in your wake!
Mack McKane: The ends...more than justify the means, Snake Charmer.
Papa McKane: Fight it as you will, boy...you can’t run from what you are. Look how talented ya are! Your good for nothin’ brother couldn’t get it through his THICK skull...but YOU...YOU are my pride and joy! Look at your skill with the blade! LOOK at your talent for punishment!
Mack McKane: Fuck...off.
Papa McKane: Admit it, boy. You choose THAT life? That girl’s gonna end up just like your BITCH of a mother! She’s better off with the rich boy over there. YOU brought this on her. YOU are why she suffered!
Everett Jacobs: See! SEE MATTIE! I TOLD you! This was ALL his fault!
“Yer paper trail says otherwise, ya chav cunt.”
(Kenny McKane has appeared weakly behind Mack holding his side, visibly bleeding profusely. Papa McKane’s eyes narrow in on him.)
Papa McKane: You just don’t know when to DIE, DO YOU!?
Kenny McKane: Not by YOUR hand, old man...you fight like a BITCH! As for YOU...Monsieur Jackal, the floor is yours.
(Peaking around the corner we see a sheepish Spinelli until a shadow cloaks him and we see he's flanked by Slappy McGoo who puts a stern hand on his shoulder.)
Slappy McGoo: ...be brave. They cannot harm you.
(Spinelli nods and enters with his trusted laptop swaggering over to Mack and Mattie as Everett reaches out nervously towards the computer…)
Spinelli: Crimson Switchblade...the Loyal Jackal has some interesting findings to divulge. It would seem the nefarious Bitchie Rich has been moving quite a few transactions from his unworthy trust fund!
(Mack looks at the computer and we see instant rage in his eyes as he turns the computer for Mattie to look.)
Everett Jacobs: Now THAT...THAT- DON'T BELIEVE THAT! THAT'S FAKE NEWS! THOSE STATEMENTS WERE FORGED!!!
(Pure...unadulterated rage...flashes on Mattie's face. Before Mack could take a single step, Mattie had whirled on Everett, her dark eyes blazing with unholy fury.)
Mattie Cormier: You...you’re responsible for this?
(Her voice was low, but held a dangerous edge. Everett’s face was pure panic as he begged...)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, please, just listen-
Mattie Cormier: NO! Not another word out of you!
(And with that emphatic declaration, she brought her leg up and deftly punted Everett straight in the groin with all the power she could muster. He let out a pained howl as he collapsed to his knees, doubling over. But Mattie was far from finished as she started swinging her arms wildly across his back.)
Mattie Cormier: How DARE you?! You set this all up? They TORTURED me! For WEEKS! All because you thought you could be the big hero?! You’re nothing but a spineless, lying, two-faced BASTARD! I hope you rot for what you’ve done!
(Tears streamed down her face as she finally stopped her assault on Everett, dropping to her knees and putting her face in her hands. Immediately, Mack was at her side, gathering her into his arms.)
Mack McKane: It’s OK, my love...you’re safe now.
(He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head as she shook with the force of her sobs.)
Reverend Synister: Ohhhh my child...you are so far from it.
(Syn snapped his fingers and his minions surrounded the tent as the canvas fell to the ground around them. Syn slithered towards his prey...until…)
“YO! SHITHEEL!”
(Syn turns around and is IMMEDIATELY cracked across the face with a rusted tailpipe by an enraged Bella Madison.)
Bella Madison: THAT...was for kidnapping MATTIE!
(Syn dropped like a brick as the Carnival advanced when all of a sudden we hear a car horn blaring “Ride Of The Valkyries”. They all turn just in time to see Levi Russow bearing down on them in the Lawn Gator.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: YEEEEEE-FUUUUCKIIIIIIN’-HAAAAAAW!!!!
(The Carnival disperses as most run for their lives and the ones not smart enough to start getting another beating from the collective rescue effort as Bella jumping double stomps SQUARE onto Syn’s nether region.)
Bella Madison: THAT...was for kidnapping ME!!!
(Papa McKane holding his leg in the confusion rushes for Mack but before he can lay a hand on him, Kenny throws his entire weight into him. As they roll around the ground, Kenny cries out in pain as Papa McKane tries to slither off. Mack glares and brushes Mattie’s cheek.)
Mack McKane: Don’t look love...I don’t want you to see this.
(Mack solemnly stands up...and advances on his father. Cutrina glistening in his hand. His father rolls over and starts crawling backwards with his hand outstretched.)
Papa McKane: Think about this, boy! Do you want this on your conscience!? Can you live with yourself!?
Mack McKane: ...I have lived...with a thousand torments every day of my life...until her. And you tried to rip that away from me...I’m pretty sure I’ll find a FOOKIN’ WAY TO COPE!!!
(Papa McKane suddenly grabs a rock and chucks it at Mack’s head and as Mack ducks, the patriarch of the McKane family turns and rolls himself down the hill. Mack stands resolute at the top preparing to advance when suddenly there’s a hand on his arm. Kenny crawls his way up to a standing position looking at Mack...and he takes Cutrina...and folds her up putting her back in Mack’s pocket.)
Kenny McKane: ...can’t let you finish what I started. I spent...YEARS...dreaming of this.
Mack McKane: ...don’t miss twice.
(Kenny smiles and shuffles down the hill as Mack returns to Mattie helping her gingerly up to her feet. The entire Carnival has run for their lives...and all we see is Malachi and Lachlan Kane holding Reverend Synister’s arms dragging him towards a buried car as Bella opens the trunk.)
Bella Madison: ...you won’t hurt anyone...anymore.
Reverend Synister: Foolish bitch...I am ETERNAL.
Bella Madison: Yeah? Well there’s a pandemic...and a high of 107 tomorrow. GOOD FUCKIN’ LUCK!!!
(With that Lach and Mal throw Syn in the trunk and slam it shut as Bella makes sure it locks...before Slappy McGoo comes hauling a massive rock smashing it down on top of the trunk as we hear pounding coming from the inside. Mal wraps Bella up and kisses her forehead as Slappy bearhugs Lach against his will as they all rejoin the family...everyone stands around celebrating as Mack kisses Mattie’s forehead and scoops her up looking at everyone.)
Mack McKane: I can’t...I can’t begin to thank you all enough.
(We hear a blood curdling scream in the distance.)
Jack Russow: Uhhh...what was that?
(Mack looks towards the scream and sees Kenny come limping back up holding his side winking at him.)
Mack McKane: ...the end.
(Mack turns and looks at everyone as Mattie assures him she can walk.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Kid...I told you. You been family to Jack. So when you feel alone? You’re never REALLY alone.
(Mack looks like he may actually shed a tear but he sucks it up and proclaims…)
Mack McKane: ...let’s go home.
(They started to leave. Suddenly, Mattie flung herself at Mack, wrapping him up in a tight embrace that he returned full-force. When they finally pulled back to look at each other, they both had tears forming in their eyes as Mattie smiled at him, cupping his face in her hands.)
Mattie Cormier: I knew...I ALWAYS knew you were going to find me.
(She said softly. Mack returned her smile, but then his face fell and a sad look overtook his eyes…)
Mack McKane: They were right, though...This was all my fault. If -
(He was abruptly cut off by Mattie kissing him fiercely. She pulled away, and gave him a stern look as she pressed her forehead to his.)
Mattie Cormier: No. Nothing about this was your fault. I knew about your past...and I still wanted to be with you. I wasn’t going to let fear rule me.
(She smiled as she cupped his cheek.)
Mattie Cormier: No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.
(They share a passionate kiss as everyone stops walking and turns to the horizon line watching the beautiful Nevada sunrise...everyone...FINALLY...at peace.)
The End…?
(c) PWS: Apex 2020
Morgan Baker vs. Richard Rider
*DING DING DING*
(The bell rings and the match starts. Rider takes control over Baker early on. They lock up and he gets her in a headlock. She fights her way out of it and the two begin a little back and forth with neither taking control for too long. After a few minutes, Rider began to get cocky. He slammed her to the mat with a “Lights, Camera, Action!”, but instead of going for the pin, began gloating to the fans.)
JR: He needs to go for the pin!
(Rider proceeded to showboat and taunt at the downed Baker. When he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up with a smirk on his face, she responded with a slap right to his face! He was heard screaming out “NOT THE FACE! THAT'S THE MONEY!”. She then grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the corner, bashing his face off the turnbuckle! She proceeded to take control, doing everything she could to hit him in the face repeatedly. She drops him to the mat with a devastating DDT, smashing his face right into the mat. She quickly climbs to the top rope and connects with an amazing “The Halestorm” for the pin!)
1...2...3!!!
Destiny 2020
July 7th, 2020
Las Vegas, Nevada
Alexis Marakois vs. David Shane
(“Adrenaline” by Shinedown began to play through the arena, as the crowd got to their feet. David walked out on stage, he stood at the top of the ramp taking in the crowd before starting down the ramp.)
Meg: Introducing first, he is the Co-Owner of PWS:APEX… from Boston, MA… DAVID SHAAAAAAANE!!!
(Making it ringside, he stops in front of His Wife with Jorge and Eddie Lopez at ringside. David then slid into the ring and climbed the top turnbuckle showboating to the fans before he hopped down and waited for Alexis.)
Meg: And his opponent, she is the first PWS:APEX World Champion and 2020 Hall of Fame inductee… from Sydney, Australia… ALEXIS MAKAAAAAAARIOS!!!
(“MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. Alexis shrugs it off as she makes her way down to the ring. She gets in the ring and stands toe to toe with David Shane.)
Meg: The following match is scheduled for 1 fall! Any interferences in this match will be met with disciplinary actions.
(Alexis and David are checked by the referee for weapons before he motions for the bell to ring.)
DING DING DING
(The bell rings and Alexis and David share a quick handshake before raising their fists, preparing for battle.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis and David have quite the history together.
JR Freeman: They do. They have been friends for years, and even partners in the ring. Tonight, they finally get a chance to be opponents on the biggest stage PWS:APEX has to offer.
Alfonso Banks: That’s right, it doesn’t get any bigger than Destiny!
(The two circle each other and lock up. David takes control early on with a swift DDT to Alexis. She gets to her feet quickly and throws a punch in his direction, but he dodges it and returns a left of his own, landing square on her jaw. She stumbles backwards, her hand on her jaw, and stumbles into the corner. She uses her hand to kind of “adjust” her jaw. She looked at David and chuckled a bit. He just shrugged and motioned for her to bring it.)
Alfonso Banks: David right out of the gate isn’t pulling any punches.
JR Freeman: And Alexis seems almost amused by it...
(She goes for a suplex but David blocks her attempt and then kicks her in the knee, she breaks her hold on him. David again takes focus on her right leg, grabbing it and tripping her to the mat. He kicks the back of her knee several times before wrenching her over with a half boston crab, that he pulls back enough that Alexis screams in pain. She pushes herself up but David stomps down on her lower back releasing his grip on her leg.)
JR Freeman: Holy shit… David is being absolutely brutal!
Alfonso Banks: I would suggest that Alexis try to finish this match as quick as possible… for her own health and safety! I’ve seen David like this before and it isn’t good for anyone!
(She rolls onto her back, but David isn't finished. He drags her over to the ropes, draping her right leg over the middle rope then laces it through pulling back on it. The referee goes to count to five but David pushes into him. He rips back on her leg then lets it go. He grabs her by the hair pulling her up to her feet. David looking to the referee, who was telling him to let her hair go.)
David Shane: Shut up...
(She landed on her feet near a barricade, showing the pain in her right knee after landing. She looked up as David came flying over the top rope. He collides with her sending both of them rolling on the ground near the entrance ramp. David pushes himself up to his feet, he looks over at her, then grabs her up by her hair and then throws her into the barricade.)
Alfonso Banks: For the love of god!
JR Freeman: David is trying to end Alexis’s career! But I thought they were friends? Family even!
Alfonso Banks: Rule #1 in that ring. Once the bell rings, there are no family or friends, just opponents.
JR Freeman: But still...
(He walked with a purpose to the timekeepers area and grabbed a steel chair, Alexis still on her knees against the barricade. David swung the chair, collapsing Alexis to her hands and knees. He looked to the referee who was telling him to stop)
David Shane: Ring that bell and you’ll be fired…
(Alexis was on her hands and knees, blood dripping from her face. The referee motions for David to stand back so he can check on Alexis.)
Referee: Can you continue?
Alexis: Bring it on!
(She pushed the referee out of the way, and reached out grabbing David’s pant leg trying to pull herself up but David shoved her off and kicked her in the ribs. She rolled on the arena floor. He threw down the chair, David climbed into the ring, the referee following him. The referee starts to count but David grabs his arm and throws it down to the refs side.)
JR Freeman: Now, after telling the referee not to DQ him, he is telling the referee not to count Alexis out for a countout victory…
Alfonso: He wants to pin her, plain and simple. It’s a matter of pride.
(Alexis pulls herself up using the barricade, the blood showing more across her face. She turns to see David leaning against the ropes, screaming at her to get into “HIS” Ring. Her head still rings, while she walks to the apron attempting to slide into the ring but David stomps down on her back then kicks her from the apron and out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: But he just…
Alfonso Banks: Sometimes… it’s best not to think so much. Everything David is doing is for a reason.
(She got back up, this time however David jumped out of the ring and went to throw her into the ring but she reversed it but he kicked her in the gut then threw her tumbling into the ring. David slides back into the ring and goes for a quick roll up pin.)
1…
2.
(Alexis managed to kick out, David smiled after she slapped him across the face before getting herself to a corner and back to her feet.)
JR Freeman: Uh oh, Alexis is angry now!
Alfonso Banks: And look at the grin from David. This is EXACTLY what he wanted!
JR Freeman: Why on EARTH would some one want to piss off their friend like that?
Alfonso Banks: Just know that he knows what he is doing…
(Alexis’s face had gone red with anger and rage. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at David Shane across the ring from her. She let out a few enraged huffs as she CHARGED right at David! He didn’t even have time to react! She speared him straight into the corner and just began to unleash lefts and rights to his sides with all her power! She stood up straight and grabbed him by the head, slapping the taste right out of his mouth!!! She took a step back and then kicked him square in the jaw! He crumpled to the mat and she dropped for a pin.)
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
Alfonso Banks: David isn’t done yet!
JR Freeman: I don’t know about you… but seeing Alexis like that… towards one of her best friends… is terrifying.
Alfonso Banks: This… this is nothing. I’ve seen worse from her.
(Alexis sat up, and hit the mat out of frustration. She got to her feet and looked down at David, who was using the ropes to get back to his feet. He stood up, holding the top rope. Alexis let out an almost primal scream as she charged at him, clotheslining both of them over the top rope! David landed first, Alexis landed on him and rolled. She popped back up to her feet and huffed a little bit.)
JR Freeman: How is Alexis able to just spring back up like that after all the punishment she has taken tonight?
Alfonso Banks: A little thing called adrenaline, JR.
(Alexis grabs David by the head and drags him over to the stairs where she repeatedly bashes his head into the steel steps!!! She pulls his head back and sees a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. She grins as she smashes his face into the steel steps one more time, this time she holds his head and rubs it across the steps back and forth like a cheese grater!)
JR Freeman: Is she trying to kill him or something?
Alfonso Banks: This is getting interesting.
(Alexis releases his head and take a step back. She smirks a little as she then slides into the ring. The referee hesitated but began to count David out.)
1...2…
(David leaned against the ring, as the blood trickled down his face.)
3...4…
(He realized what was going on and got to his feet.)
5...6…
(He slid into the ring and got to his feet, looking at Alexis. He ran at her but she dropped down and grabbed his feet, tripping him. He landed with his neck across the bottom rope. Alexis wasted no time grabbing the top ropes for leverage and putting her feet on his shoulders, putting all her weight on him, pressing him into the bottom rope. He gasped for air as the referee counted.)
1...2…
Referee: COME ON ALEXIS! BREAK IT!
3...4…
Alexis: DQ ME AND HE WILL FIRE YOU!
(The referee stopped counting, but kept trying to get her to break the move. After a few seconds she reluctantly did. David flopped to his back, trying to catch his breath. Alexis grabbed him and lifted him to his feet. He fought back, still short of breath, and shoved her backwards. He turns around and grabs the top rope to stabilize himself while he catches his breath. The referee checks on him.)
Referee: Can you continue?
David Shane: FUCK … OFF …
(The referee backed up and Alexis came up from behind him and grabbed his shoulders, doing a backstabber and floating over, putting him in the Aussie Lock (bank statement). The referee dropped to the mat to check for signs of David either passing out or tapping out.)
Alfonso Banks: THE AUSSIE LOCK!!!
JR Freeman: IS THIS THE END???
Alfonso Banks: She really has that hold in! David has to get to the ropes to get a rope break.
(David tried to break the hold, but was unable to do so. The blood from his forehead ran down his face and onto her hands, but she kept going. He struggled but was pawing at the mat, trying to get to the ropes. He managed to get to the bottom rope and grab ahold. The referee pulled at her arms and caused her to break the hold. She began yelling at him as she got to her feet. She got up in his face, allowing David Shane to climb the ropes and get to his feet. He saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing her legs for a roll up! The ref dropped to the mat!)
1…
2…
3.. NO!
(Alexis kicked out just before the 3 count. She jumped up to her feet, in a rage, as she snarled towards David. She grabbed him and tossed him to the middle of the ring. She then got up onto the top rope and waited.)
Alfonso Banks: Is she gonna go for the Down Unda Thunda?
JR Freeman: If she can hit this… it’s all over!
(David clawed at the referee to get to his feet. He turned around and Alexis jumped off going for the Greetings From Australia (eclipse). David wasn’t able to react in time and he ate the move, and laid motionless on the mat. The move, however, took its toll on Alexis too and she wasn’t able to capitalize right away.)
JR Freeman: If Alexis can get to David and pin now… it’s all over!
Alfonso Banks: She has a very very small window at this point. And she has wasted too much time, she isn’t going to make it.
(She crawled over to David and went for the pin.)
1…
2…
3……..? NO!!!!!! 2.99999999!!!!!
(David BARELY got his shoulder up at the very last second! Alexis let out a scream in frustration as they both laid on the mat.)
Alfonso Banks: SO CLOSE!
JR Freeman: HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT???
Alfonso Banks: He is on autopilot by this point! They both have taken a lot of damage, and are going to be in a lot of pain for quite a while.
(The frustration was evident on Alexis’s face as both of them got to their feet, much slower than before. Alexis looks over at David and walks towards him. The two meet in the middle and lock up. David manages to overpower Alexis, getting her in a headlock. He DDTs her to the mat and looks down at her. He grins in a cocky manner and backs up into the corner.)
JR Freeman: Why isn’t he going for the pin?
Alfonso Banks: If I know that man, he has something planned.
(Alexis started to get up, but was on her hands and knees. David smirked as he ran forward and BAM! Curb stomped her face into the mat! Her face bounced and she lay in the middle of the ring, motionless.)
JR Freeman: THAT'S IT! PUT A FORK IN HER, CUZ SHE’S DONE!
Alfonso Banks: There’s no kicking out of that. I think she may have busted her nose open. She will be lucky if her nose isn’t broken!
(Alexis rolled a little and you could see blood coming from her nose from the impact. But, instead of going for the pin, David begins to saunter around the ring.)
JR Freeman: WHAT IS HE DOING???
(He bends over and looks right at Alexis.)
David Shane: NOT SO TOUGH NOW???
(The fans erupted in a mass of boo’s. David laughed a bit as he continued to showboat around the ring, taking in the emotion from the fans. He grabs the ropes and begins to yell back at a fan at ringside. While he was doing this, Alexis was getting back to her feet. She stood up, and saw what was going on. The referee had gone outside the ring and was telling the fan to stop distracting the talent. While the ref wasn’t looking, Alexis came up from behind and hit a massive low blow on David! He doubled over, and fell to the mat. Alexis smirked and went up to the top rope. The referee turned and saw what was going on, getting back into the ring. David, holding himself in pain, rolled onto his back.)
JR Freeman: And there ya have it, the cockiness of David cost him.
(Alexis jumped and connected with a beautiful Down Unda Thunda! She jumps up and covers him right away!!!)
1…
2…
3…!!! YES!!! 3!!!
(The referee called for the bell! Alexis jumped to her feet. The referee held her arm up in victory.)
Meg: AND YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL…. ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!
(Alexis rested in the corner for a moment, taking a second to let her anger and rage subside. David slowly got to his feet with the assistance of the ropes and looked at her. He held his ribs and slowly walked towards her. She looked back at him with a confused look, as when he got close he extended his arm out for a handshake. She squinted in confusion as she slowly, and hesitantly, extended her arm. He shook her hand and pulled her in for a hug. After releasing the hug he asked for a mic.)
David Shane: Alexis… Great job and a great win. I knew you had it in you.
Alexis: What?
David Shane: You know the only reason I was so rough earlier in the match is I was trying to get you angry because… well… you are more fun to wrestle when you are pissed off.
(She smirked a little and shrugged)
David Shane: And I didn’t want my last match for a long time to be you pulling punches or hesitating because we are friends. No hard feelings?
(She chuckled a little and shook her head… then realized what he said.)
Alexis: Last match?
David Shane: Yeah, for now at least. Not a retirement because I am sure I will have more matches down the road… but for the foreseeable future… this is it for me in this ring. Time to hang the boots up for a while and focus on the paperwork, financials, and family. Thank you for the great match.
(He handed the mic back to a person at ringside and then hugged Alexis again, before raising her hand in victory. The cameras cut to a video package.)
Collateral Damage Match
Heather Haze Open Invitational
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match will be contested under Open Invitational rules and IS FOR..the PWS:APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!
JR Freeman: I prayed...PRAYED, partner...that I’d never be witness to another one of these gruesome escapades.
Alfonso Banks: Well at least that blade slingin’ psycho McKane can’t do any damage in this one!
JR Freeman: No but Heather Haze sure as Hell can! And she’s almost looking FORWARD to it! Like McKane has taught her through osmosis how to master the art of the Deathmatch!
Meg Reynolds The rules are as follows! We will start with two competitors with others joining at 3 minute intervals! Elimination is by pinfall or submission and the last person standing WILL BE...your COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION!!! Now...the competitor that drew-
(Before she can even finish, “I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford hits the PA system as a pissed off Heather Haze tears towards the ring, not even trying to be seductive...at least until she slides through the bottom rope and grinds her supple body against her championship before sliding up and grabbing Meg’s mic.)
Heather Haze: If they’re gonna make me go through this shit, I’ll kill ‘em all one by one. I’M your Collateral Damage champion...now get ready to see WHY.
(Heather slings Meg’s hand away as she walks towards the corner and sees a little pink bag tied to it with the name “Heather” on it. She looks at it curiously as she turns the card over and reads…)
“...Best of Luck, Love. -M”
(Heather opens the present and looks inside and gets a slightly sinister grin on her face as she pulls out...her very own customized pink butterfly knife. She plays with it lightly before “Blood/Water” by grandson starts to play and she suddenly gets a very mischievous look on her face as she turns to look at the top of the ramp where Malachi stands hand in hand with Bella Madison. Heather gives Bella a playful little wave as Bella rolls her eyes and turns, giving Malachi one HELLUVA good luck kiss...all the while flipping Haze off...Malachi catches his breath after that one as Bella turns to leave...Haze winks and blows her a kiss. Bella almost charges the ring but Malachi stops her and assures her he’s got it. He swaggers to the ring and slides in and as soon as he pops up he’s UNCOMFORTABLY close to Haze as she starts to sweet talk him. She reaches for his jacket zipper and starts to slowly unzip it, getting very close to his face…
...before he rears back and headbutts her.)
DING!
(Haze staggers back and checks her nose for blood as Malachi finishes taking his jacket off...Haze’s expression turns into one of sheer hatred as Malachi calls her on and Heather snaps forward CLOCKING Malachi in the face as hard as she can with the butterfly knife folded in her grasp! Mal flies back into a corner as the blade goes sliding out of the ring and Heather shakes her hand...Malachi is lying against the bottom rope as Heather looks from him...to the top of the ramp where she KNOWS Bella Madison is watching...and she slowly makes her way over, overexaggerating the motion of her hips as she swings around mounting her legs across Malachi and swiveling her ass to the catcalls of the male audience…)
Alfonso Banks: Malachi may be unconscious...and still he’s about to be the luckiest man in the universe.
JR Freeman: OR...he’s going to wake up with pink-eye.
(And to add insult to injury, Haze backs her ass up into Malachi’s face shaking it vigorously with the Pucker Up as Mal sudden snaps back into consciousness and double chops the back of Haze’s knees causing her to fall to her knees kinda straddling him in a reverse cowboy but it’s not that kinda movie kids as Malachi sees his opportunity and reaches forward pulling Haze back into a modified dragon sleeper! But Haze reaches out and grabs the ropes as the referee counts to four before Malachi releases...he does and Haze rolls away as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. Haze has pulled herself up with the ropes as has Malachi. They charge each other with Malachi attempting a running back elbow but Haze ducks it, bounding into the ropes and rebounding with a HARD Yakuza kick sending Malachi barreling to the floor outside. Haze slides out of the ring and starts to pull various items out like chairs and light tubes and a barbed wire wrapped kendo stick...y’know...the usual. Malachi has started doing the same pulling out items which can only be described as...unique. As they both slide into the ring, Haze grabs the barbed wire wrapped kendo stick and Malachi grabs the razor wire wrapped half of a pool noodle and they’re both about to take a swing when the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZZ*
(Everyone that’s allowed to be in the arena rises to their feet as “Dinosaur” by OMFG ft Jelly hits the PA system and struggling to get it’s head through the gorilla position but finally making it we see T-REXI stagger her way out onto the top of the ramp. Haze and Malachi both stop and look like “...what the actual fuck am I seeing right now?” as T-Rexi throws her arms out and the T-Rex sound byte from the first Jurassic Park WAILS throughout the building hurting everyone’s ears. T-Rexi shuffles its way to the ring and hops happily up the stairs but looks at the ropes as Malachi plays along and tries to hold the top rope open for it but it’s head is too big. Malachi judges the ACTUAL size of the obvious human inside as he rolls his eyes, screams “FUCK IT” and overhead belly to belly suplexes it into the ring. Much to his surprise, T-Rexi pops RIGHT back up and SOMEHOW it’s tiny little arms have managed to grab a baseball bat as it swings wildly at both of them coming absolutely nowhere NEAR hitting them. It’s comical for a moment before Haze CRACKS the barbed wire kendo stick into the back of Malachi’s legs. Malachi screams for a moment when out of NOWHERE...T-REXI HITS THE TYRANNITY!!!)
Alfonso Banks: Oh...my...God…
JR Freeman: ...IS HE ABOUT TO LOSE TO A F**KING DINOSAUR!?
(T-Rexi sits on Malachi’s chest and starts “eating” his face. Malachi is clearly not all there and he doesn’t realize this counts a technical pin and T-Rexi has his shoulders down!)
1!
2!
3!
MALACHI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Malachi’s rage suddenly gathers him back to the moment as he bell claps WHOEVER the Hell is in the dinosaur costume and they scurry away as Malachi rises in one fluid, angered motion. He reaches down and picks up the bat looking at it like an old friend. He suddenly SNAPS and butts Haze in the stomach with the end of it and when she doubles over he cracks her across the lower back and then turns viciously swinging at T-Rexi but the suit is so big on the tiny person inside that he’s PRETTY sure he’s missing and even if he wasn’t there was probably padding. Either way, T-Rexi measures the danger and squeezes its way under the rope and in a comedic little shuffle “runs” back up the ramp as the ref begins its count. Malachi is in hot pursuit as both countdowns finish.)
1!
10!
*DING/BUZZZZZ*
T-REXI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Heather Haze is rolling around the ring holding her back as “He’s A Pirate” by Captain Hook & Ghost Pirate hits the PA system and the fans roared their approval as Haze painfully looks at the top entrance to see Miles Kasey glaring at her. Slowly he unbuttons his trenchcoat and we see an axe slide down into his hand as he throws the hood off his head and points the axe directly at Haze muttering all the way to the ring as he does. Haze scuttles back to the far side of the ring, painfully pulling herself up as Miles is in like a house of fire and takes a VIOLENT swing at her with the axe!)
JR Freeman: GOOD LORD HE WAS TRYING TO KILL HER!
Alfonso Banks: SOMEONE GET THIS MADMAN SOME MEDS, STAT!!!
(THANKFULLY we’re not witnessing a snuff film as Haze tucks and rolls out of the way sliding to the outside grabbing her ribs looking at him like “WHAT THE FUCK” as Miles is absolutely seething. He keeps beckoning her to get in the ring, even going so far as to throw the axe into the corner closest to her...but she’s not biting. So he slides out of the ring himself and starts gathering “toys”...bundles of light tubes, bags upon bags of who only knows what, a tire iron, an E-Z Bake Oven…)
JR Freeman: Well...it wouldn’t be PWS: Apex if it weren’t weird.
Alfonso Banks: I swear JR, working here gives me an ulcer.
(He seems to be aiming more towards light tubes as he pulls out bundles upon bundles and sets them up like Lincoln Logs in the corners and the middle of the ring as the referee counts...both he and Haze slides in and slide right back out to reset the count as Miles actually disappears...UNDER the ring. Heather looks towards his side as the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZ*
(“Clubbed to Death” by Rob Dougan starts to blare but no one comes out...suddenly, Miles comes scurrying, bloodied out from under the ring screaming as he jumps up and throws himself into the ring. Haze looks at his raging red skin and what appear to be papercut thing cuts but they’re all over his back and torso...as Haze cautiously approaches, suddenly a biker chain WHIPS out from under the ring wrapping up her ankles and quickly sucking her under the ring as she claws for the barricade like something out of a horror movie! The arena gets eerily quiet as all we hear are blows being landed and Haze and Milo screaming. Haze suddenly appears kicking out of the other side of the ring, her shirt torn...her midsection and back bleeding…)
JR Freeman: What in the HELL?
Alfonso Banks: Who’s music was that!? What horror movie IS this!?
(Heather slinks up into the ring rolling around as slithering from under the ring on the closest side to the entrance ramp writhes a blood smeared Kazimir Moskovitz. He’s without his usual leather jacket and we see why...it’d be difficult to get it off over his hands. His hands have been wrapped tightly in thai style ropes, dipped into some sort of adhesive, and then dipped into broken glass, nails, and razorblades.)
JR Freeman: Oh...Mios...Dios.
(Kazimir looks down at his own body which is bleeding GLORIOUSLY and he starts laughing! Laughing and smearing his blood all over his face...all over the protective glass barricades between him and the fans...anywhere you can imagine. And then he sees his prey lying weakly in the ring; he disappears into the abyss once again. The countdown starts playing, the referee’s count hits five when Kazimir suddenly appears out of the other side…
...pulling a bed of nails behind him.)
JR Freeman: NOOOOOOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE! UNH UH! DO NOT CONSENT!
Alfonso Banks: I WANT A RAISE...AND MY MOMMY!!!
*BUZZZZZ*
(Kazimir slides the bed of nails into the ring as “MIA” by Lex Bratcher (feat. Crypt) hits)
You see them goons down there?
You don't wanna go that way.
I'm gonna put the gold in my mouth.
I'm gonna put the pole to ya' face
All of these racks on me? I'm gonna put em in my bank.
I be going in my bag, they be goin' M.I.A.
(As the beat for "MIA" kicks in, the stage lights up with flashing lights, Cleo Phillips walks out on the stage, and poses arrogantly for the crowd at the top of the stage but instead of her normal strut to the ring, she takes a moment to soak in what she’s dealing with and she decides…”FUCK IT!”...and she makes a mad dash to the ring diving in and under Kazimir’s waiting clothesline and as she rebounds she hits a huge Bronx Kick! Kazimir flies into the corner in pain as Haze has pulled herself up and turns around looking at the new mouthy boss bitch talking non-stop trash in her face as Haze laughs, whips her hair back, and beckons her on as the two women start trading VICIOUS right elbow shivers to each others heads! Cleo gets the better of the exchange backing Heather into the ropes but Heather swings around reversing the irish whip and when Cleo bounds back she’s introduced to the match by Haze hitting a drop toe hold sending her face first through a bundle of light tubes that were stretched across two chairs!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: BUT BUT BUT...YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO *HER*!!! SHE’S *PRETTY*!!!
JR Freeman: Pretty or not partner, she knew what she signed up for!
(Cleo rolls around clawing at her face and eyes trying to get all the fibers off as Haze pulls her out and covers.)
1!
2!
THR-NO KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: WHAT!? Jesu Christe I thought that was it for SURE!
Alfonso Banks: There’s more than enough fight when it comes to Cleo Phillips! Do your homework!
(Haze smacks the mat angrily as she stands up only to be grabbed from behind by a maniacal Kazimir Moskovitz who release german suplexes her towards the bed of nails! BUT SHE’S CAUGHT! At the last moment, be it out of instinct...be it out of chivalry...we may never know but before Heather Haze crashes back first onto the bed of nails she is plucked out of mid-air by Miles Kasey!)
JR Freeman: WHAT A CATCH, DONNIE!!!
Alfonso Banks: Normally I would question WHY he wouldn’t just let her splatter but...I don’t wanna see it...so I’m glad he did. YOU GET *ONE* COMPLIMENT, KASEY!!!
(Miles stands looking at Haze who looks back at him with her arms around his neck...it’s kind of a sweet moment...until everyone remembers…
...Nessa Wilde is a thing.
And THAT in mind! Miles flips her over aiming for a modified Go To Sleep but the kick JUST misses Haze’s face as she falls backwards into the rope and when she rebounds she tilt-a-whirl headscissors him square into one of Kazi’s toys...a razor wire wrapped slab of plyboard in the corner as Miles screams trying to wriggle out of the skin-shredding metal as he does Haze stalks him but the countdown starts…)
*BUZZZZZ*
“American Rebelution” by The Lacs begins to play over the speakers.
I pledge allegiance,
To the flag,
Of the United States of America,
And to the Republic,
For which is stands,
One nation,
Under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty,
And Justice,
For all.”
(A distorted American flag appears on the stage, spinning around slowly, with pistols at the side of it.
Red, white, and blue flashes on the stage to find a man standing in the middle of it. He is wearing a leather vest over a t-shirt, and a black baseball cap. He looks from side to side as he rolls his shoulders. He takes in the scenery as he sheds his vest and his ball cap...and starts stalking to the ring without a weapon.)
JR Freeman: Look at this MASSIVE mountain of man!
Alfonso Banks: This was a bloodbath before...what’s it gonna be NOW?
(The man, Montgomery Creed, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and steps over the top rope. Everyone works their way up to look at him…)
JR Freeman: This is it...two have already been eliminated...and all the cards have been dealt. No matter who it is, you are looking at your Collateral Damage champion.
Alfonso Banks: Who’s gonna draw first in this battle of gunslingers?
(Suddenly Kazimir screams and flies towards him looking for the RIght of Conscription but instead...he’s caught mid-air just like Heather Haze was moments ago, the only DIFFERENCE is...he’s gorilla pressed into the air easily...and thrown over Montgomery Creed’s head sending him CRASHING through a lincoln log set-up of light tubes he had constructed himself on the outside! The fans, for about the fifteenth time in this match, start REALLY chanting “HO-LY SHIT!” As Creed looks everyone else down Heather takes a step towards him mouthing...before turning and tackling Cleo Phillips as they roll out of the ring in a catfight. Leaving only Montgomery Creed and Miles Kasey standing in the ring.)
JR Freeman: This is interesting partner...on one hand you have the All-American Rebelution...on the other you have the pride of England.
Alfonso Banks: And THAT...is most CERTAINLY...the tea.
JR Freeman: ...I hate you.
Alfonso Banks: I know.
(Miles fires a hard right hand at Creed who just absorbs it and fires back with one of his own! The two start firing off right hands but Creed is just too big and has too much mass on Kasey and he manages to beat him against the ropes. But he makes a mistake and fires Kasey off into the opposite rope and Kasey sees his opportunity stepping up and launching backwards looking for the Blast From The Past! But Creed...doesn’t...budge. And before Kasey knows it,..he’s being deadlifted backwards onto the massive shoulder of Creed and dropped into a pool of thumbtacks with The Rebellution!)
1!
2!
3!
MILES KASEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
(Montgomery Creed sits up as Miles Kasey rolls painfully away under the bottom rope. As Creed is resting on his knees, Cleo Phillips runs out of nowhere and hits the Mad Dash!)
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!
(Cleo slaps the mat angrily as she screams at the ref that was three...she argues awhile, losing her temper, and isn’t aware of the dangers around her as Kazimir is back up in the corner clashing his broken glass clad hands together. Cleo turns around angrily JUST in time to be hit with the Right of Conscription! She drops!)
1!
2!
3!
CLEO PHILLIPS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
JR Freeman: This is it, Alf...your final three! Who you got!?
Alfonso Banks: I GOT THE BIG-ASS REDNECK, JR! WHO THE HELL YOU *THINK* I GOT!?
(Kazimir rolls up to his knees screaming in victory as he, Creed, and the now-present Haze all work their way to a standing position. Kazimir starts laughing like a madman as Haze holds her stomach and the back of her head glaring at both of them and Creed has a poker face the likes of which have never been seen. Kazimir starts jumping up and down stomping and screaming at them in Russian absolutely missing the fact that Heather had reached behind her and grabbed the cord of the E-Z Bake Oven…)
JR Freeman: ...no friggin’ way…
Alfonso Banks: You mean to tell me...after ALL these bloodbaths...we’re ACTUALLY about to see that thing get used?
(Short answer? Yep. Haze uses all the centrifugal force she can muster swinging the E-Z Bake Oven around and CRACKING it square across the face of Kazimir who bounds back into the ropes and when he returns he’s lifted up and hit with The Rebellution...SQUARE ONTO THE BED OF NAILS!!!
JR Freeman: OH...MIOS...DIOOOOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: IMMA BE SICK! I SWEAR I’M GONNA BE SICK!
(WIth Kazimir still LAYING on the bed of nails, Creed gingerly makes the cover!)
1!
2!
3!
KAZIMIR MOSKOVITZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Creed gingerly stands up as he and Haze size each other up...Haze instinctively starts putting on the seductive moves and for a moment it looks like Creed might succumb...until he gives a little grin and shakes his head no swinging for her head as hard as he can. She’s ducking lefts and right and she jumps up trying to lock in a guillotine choke!)
JR Freeman: IIIIIIII’ve seen salmon with better odds against a bear.
(And in his weird way, he’s right as Monty just stands up...eventually Heather slides down with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around him kinda laughing nervously until he whips her up into a HUGE samoan drop! COVER!)
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!
JR Freeman: It will NEVER be said...on this day or any other...that Heather Haze is not a Hall of Fame worthy hard knocks contender.
Alfonso Banks: Beautiful AND Deadly...my favorite combination.
JR Freeman: But this newcomer, Montgomery Creed is just...just too much for her!
(He sits up looking around at what he’s going to do next until he pops up quickly and tries for a chest stomp but she rolls out of the way! She rolls and rolls and rolls away from him until he catches her with both hands around her neck and hoists her up FROM the mat INTO the air looking for that big double claw chokeslam but at the last moment Heather takes her nails and digs them as hard as she can into his eyes FORCING him to let go! She lands on her knees on the mat as he staggers around holding his eyes and she sees the pink butterfly knife she was gifted as she pulls it close, gives it a kiss, wraps it in her fist one more time and turns around with a VICIOUS haymaker that staggers Creed to one knee as she sees her moment of opportunity!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD!!! COULD SHE!?
Alfonso Banks: GO GIRL! GET YOUR GLORY!!!
(Heather Haze jumps on the opportunity as she bounds into the ropes and goes for The Jailbait…
...but she’s caught…)
JR Freeman: It was a beautiful thought while it lasted.
Alfonso Banks: Could you imagine? Haze...being FORCED to compete in this BARBARIC environment...AGAIN...entering herself AS NUMBER ONE...and going ALL THE WAY to retain the Collateral Damage Championship!?
JR Freeman: I wish it could have been partner...that’s what dreams are made of. But welcome to PWS, Montgomery Creed.
(Creed pops her up onto his shoulder and starts running forward to hit The Rebellution...but Haze has ONE more trick up her sleeve as she LAUNCHES herself OFF of his shoulder using his own momentum to successfully HIT The Jailbait!!!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOOOOOD!
1!
2!
3!
MONTGOMERY CREED HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
YOUR WINNER...AND *STILL* PWS: APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION...HEATHER...HAAAAAAZE!!!
(Haze pops up to her knees almost in tears as the referee hands her back her title and she clutches it close to her chest with her head hung before the referee raises her hand and the “tears” get sucked back into her eyes and the fire comes back as she stands up trash talking EVERYONE who ever doubted her.)
Alfonso Banks: I…am speechless.
JR Freeman: What’s left to SAY, Alf!? The girl DID IT! Whether you love her or you hate her you DAMN WELL BETTER put some RESPECK...ON THE NAME...HEATHER HAZE!!!
Winner: And STILL Collateral Damage Champion, Heather Haze
Triple Threat Tag Team Match to Crown the first ever PWS: Apex Tag Team Champions
Lachlan Kane & Sierra Williams vs. The Commonwealth vs. Enforcer & Vin Halsted
(The cameras cut to ringside where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: The following match is for the PWS Apex Tag team championships….introducing first...
(Avenged Sevenfold's Hail to the king hits as Halstead and Enforcer make their way out. The two veterans make their way down to the ring and move up the ring steps into the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: At a combined weight of 535 pounds, Vin Halstead and Enforcer!
(“You ain’t ready” by Skillet hits next as Lachlan Kane and Sierra Williams make their way out. Lachlan has a matching bandana around his face the same as Sierras, they stand at the top of the stage and fist bump before moving down to the ring keeping their eyes on Halstead and Enforcer. Sierra slides under the bottom rope as Lachlan moves along the apron.)
Meg Reynolds: Now in the ring at a combined weight of 325 pounds...Sierra Williams and Lachlan Kane...TEAM LOOOOWKEY
(Then we cut back to the entranceway as Leo Moracchioli’s cover of Men at works “Land down under” hits, Aiden Reynolds explodes from the back pumping his fist in the air as Dickie follows looking less than impressed as he looks around and hears the song. Aiden smiles and shrugs as they make their way to the ring, Aiden leaps onto the apron and launches himself over the top rope before dropping to one knee and posing, Dickie on the other hand is much more reserved raising an eyebrow at his tag team partner as they get prepared)
Meg Reynolds: Now in the ring, at a combined weight of 403 pounds, Aiden Reynolds and Dickie Watson...THE COMMONWEALTH!
JR Freeman: we come from a land downundaaa
Alfonso Banks: Please...please don’t do that
JR Freeman: ...fine...but hey how great is it that we’ll be having brand new champions crowned...and look at those title belts...
(We cut to the tag team title belts sitting on a pedestal near the commentary table as the bell rings. Back inside the ring Sierra and Vin get on the apron as Dickie and Aiden argue about who is going to start before doing “scissors paper rock” which Dickie wins. Aiden rolls his eyes and gets on the apron as Dickie bounces on the balls of his feet. All three men look at each other and move around the ring, Dickie and Lachlan then jump on the bigger man in Enforcer and start hitting hard rights and lefts beating him down to the ground. Lachlan then goes to throw a punch and his elbow slams into Dickie’s nose. He stumbles back and Lachlan hits the ropes before hitting a shotgun dropkick to the side of Enforcers head, Dickie leaps in the air as Lachlan turns around hitting a gorgeous dropkick, Lachlan goes down, Dickie pops up and grabs Enforcer in a front facelock, he runs up the ropes spinning with a tornado DDT hitting Lachlan in the side of the head with an enzuguri on the way around spiking Enforcer onto the mat, he then hooks the big mans leg.)
ONE
TWO
(Enforcer kicks out by throwing Dickie straight up in the air showing incredible strength, Enforcer sits up looking angry as his muscles tense. Dickie raises an eyebrow and mouths “oh shit”. He slides back and as Enforcer stomps towards hikm Dickie crawls forward between Enforcers legs, he pops up and then leapfrogs Lachlan as he goes for a shotgun dropkick, Lachlan connects with Enforcer but it isn’t enough to take him down, Lachlan hits the mat, pops back up and leaps at Enforcer with a forearm, Enforcer catches Lachlan and then throws him back right into Dickie as the two men hit the mat hard.)
JR Freeman: Holy hell!, Enforcer just showed his incredible strength!. But Dickie Watson is so elusive!
Alfonso Banks: And Lachlan Kane shows zero fear, I feel like they need to work together, while Vin and Enforcer don’t have the best records in Apex they are HUGE men and powerful
(Dickie shoves Lachlan off him, Enforcer grabs a hold of Dickie by the neck and pulls him up before burying his knee into his midsection, he picks Dickie up into a fallaway slam throwing him across the ring, Dickie lands right infront of Sierra Williams who sneers and chuckles. Dickie looks up wearily and slowly flips her off. Aiden starts to laugh as Enforcer then catches Lachlan going for a crossbody, he does the same thing to Lachlan with a fallaway slam to him making him land in front of Aiden, Aiden raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dickie who is pulling himself up, he holds out his hand and Dickie tries to get over to his corner, Enforcer though grabs Dickie by the leg and pulls him across the ring dragging him to their corner, he tags in Vin who stomps down on Dickie’s back, meanwhile Lachlan is able to get to his feet and jump tagging in Sierra, Vin pulls Dickie up and hits a spinebuster, Sierra slams into Enforcer with a dropkick to his back sending him out of the ring to the floor.)
JR Freeman: Sierra Williams is a house of fire!
Alfonso Banks: She scares me...
JR Freeman: Yeah...me too...I think even Lachlan is scared.
(Vin goes for a lariat to Sierra who ducks, hits the ropes, turns in mid air and hits a hurricanrana to Vin sending him across the ring, Dickie holds his back getting to his feet, he and Sierra come face to face. Dickie puts his hands up and explains his back hurts, Sierra suddenly launches forward hitting Dickie nin the face over and over again backing him into the corner, she then whips him across the ring but Vin Halstead slides in and Dickine gets tilta whirled, he is able to reverse it though grabbing Vin by the head and spiking him with a DDT, Dickie then pops up and Sierra runs at him, Dickie drops down with a drop toe hold to Sierra, she ends up on the ropes,Dickie pops up, hits the opposite ropes and hits her with the SNAPCHAT THIS 619. Sierra lands hard in the ring, Vin is up and Dickie is on the apron, he springboards off with a crossbody landing on Vin, rolling before jumping up and tagging in Aiden.
Aiden leaps over the top rope into the ring and Vin is up on his feet, Aiden jumps up with his running knee, he connects and then turns around hitting Enforcer off the apron, Lachlan runs across the ring apron and launches himself off onto Enforcer at ringside having enough of being out of the action. Vin is back up and he runs at Aiden who lowbridges him to the outside, Dickie then takes it upon himself to hit a summersault senton onto Vin!. Aiden and Sierra both look at each other as their partners fight on the outside, they then run at each other but instead of hitting one another Sierra throws herself over the top rope down onto Dickie and Vin, meanwhile Aiden does the same onto Lachlan and Enforcer!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD!
Alfonso Banks: That was crazy!
JR Freeman: Is this what our tag team division is going to be like every match?
Alfonso Banks: Oh I hope so!
(Aiden pops up grabbing Vin throwing him back into the ring, meanwhile Sierra stomps on Enforcer using his stomach to pop onto the apron, Sierra then jumps up off the apron turning in midair with the Ode to mexico moonsault onto Aiden, Sierra rolls off him and jumps over Vin tagging in Lachlan, Lachlan climbs to the top rope, hea measures up Aiden and goes for his double foot stomp landing on him!, He covers Aiden.)
ONE
TWO
(Vin breaks it up, Lachlan fights off Vin with a few hard rights, he then runs and ducks a clothesline, he comes off the ropes with a slingblade, Aiden crawls over and tags in Dickie, Lachlan doesn’t notice as Dickie spins him around, he picks him up hitting the firemans carry into a roundhouse kick, Lachlan goes down, Vin tags in Enforcer, the big man runs full steam at Dickie who leaps up with a beautiful dropkick again hitting Enforcer in the face, Lachlan goes for a slingblade on Dickie,l Dickie though spins around and hooks his body around Lachlan taking him to the mat, Lachlan is on all fours and Dickie hits the curb stomp. He pins)
ONE
TWO
(Sierra dives in to break the count!. She pulls Dickie up and hits the calgary cutter! Dickie is down!. Vin comes into the ring and spears Sierra causing her to backflip and land hard, Lachlan is up and he shotgun dropkicks Vin out of the ring!, Enforcer is back up now, he spins Lachlan around and hits the Death penalty DDT! Lachlan is down now!, Dickie leaps onto Enforcers back! He has a sleeper locked in, he holds Enforcer down on his knees, Aiden leaps into the ring and hits the down unda knee! It’s the Vodka and Tonic!, Dickie rolls Enforcer over and hooks his leg)
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners and NEWWWWWWW PWS APEX WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...AIDEN REYNOLDS, DICKIE WATSON...THE COMMONWEALTH
JR Freeman: What a match!
Alfonso Banks: That was a damn war! No team should feel let down by their effort but there can only be one tag team to win...
JR Freeman: And that was...the commonwealth
(Land down under hits again as Dickie and Aiden are presented with their titles, Sierra and Lachlan regroup on one side, Sierra holding her ribs and Lachlan the back of his head while Vin tries to wake up Enforcer)
WINNER and NEW PWS APEX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE COMMONWEALTH!
(The show cuts to the back where Alexis was finishing up getting bandaged up by trainers after a rough match with David Shane.)
Trainer: There we go. No stitches needed. Just keep it clean, of course.
Alexis: Thanks, doc.
(He walked off as Alexis popped 2 tylenol for her head, washing them down with some water. She looked up and saw United Champion, Alanah O'Connell walking towards the gorilla position.)
Alexis: Good luck out there, champ.
(Alanah stopped in her tracks, turning to give a smirk over her shoulder at Alexis.)
Alanah: I’m Irish. We invented luck.
(She started to walk off, but stopped and turned around)
Alanah: Oh, and by the way, if you have something you wanna say to me… just say it. Don't be a coward and hide behind a podcast, ok?
(Alexis seemed confused for a second, then realized what she was talking about)
Alanah: But I'll deal with that later. Right now I have something IMPORTANT to go do… excuse me.
(Alanah turned and walked away, leaving Alexis standing there with a dumbfounded look on her face)
PWS: Apex United Championship Match
Bella Madison vs. Alanah O’Connell (c)
JR Freeman: Well, up next is a match that we have been waiting for since the beginning of the year.
Alf: Which in the year 2020 it feels like a DECADE ago!
JR: You’re not lying about that. The match that was originally scheduled for Demon’s Run, postponed for reasons we all kinda know about but these two young women, the PWS: Apex United Champion, the LONGEST REIGNING Champion of our era, “The Irish Rose” Alanah O’Connell tonight will defend her title against her best friend and future sister in law, Bella Madison.
Alf: As you can tell, our crack cleaning staff is taking extra precautions after the last match, extra cleaning is taking place as we sit here and talk about this, because we’re not screwing around with this pandemic.
JR: But this is it, Destiny 2020 brings us one of the most looked forward to match-ups between 2 of the fastest rising stars in our company’s young history. Alfonso, you think it’d be safe to say that this will perhaps be one of the purest matches in PWS history?
Alf: It wouldn’t shock me at all. If there is a strike from either of these two I’ll be surprised.
*DING DING DING*
Meg Reynolds: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWS UNITED CHAMPIONSHIP!
(Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads. The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.)
JR: Anyone that has been a part of PWS for any amount of time has watched that young woman grow up from a teen to now, just looking at her, you can tell she has been destined for greatness. Not just for her legacy of her mother, her step-father and whatnot but the way Bella carries herself. Despite facing her best friend tonight, she looks more confident than ever.
Alf: But if her ego gets in her way like it did against Heather Haze a few weeks ago...it will cost her this match and the United Title.
(The opening of Nikki Yanofsky’s “Something New” began to play across the arena speakers as Alanah O’Connell runs out to the stage, stopping and smiling out at the crowd. Doing a little twirl at the top of the ramp, she begins to make her way to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach. When she reaches the ring, she climbs up the steps and into the ring, smiling and waving out at the crowd as her music fades away.)
JR: Pound for pound, Alanah O’Connell is one of the toughest competitors in the ring today. Mind you since this pandemic her action in the ring has been limited for her protection but man before this she stood up to the likes of Miles Kasey, Heather Haze and others and has shown brightly.
Alf: Some would even say she is tougher than her brothers, one who is our former World Champ! But there is an emotional factor that we have to hit home.
JR: No doubt, at the end of this...tears are going to be shed.
(The women take to the center of the ring facing each other with Meg Renyolds standing between them and the referee next to her.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, the challenger, she stands at 5 feet, 5 and a half inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds, hailing for New York City, New York, this is BELLA MADISON!!!!
(Bella smiles and waves out with her eyes focused on Alanah.)
Meg Reynolds: And the champion, she stands at 5 feet, 6 inches tall, also weighing in at 125 pounds and hailing from Waterford, Ireland, she is the reigning PWS: Apex UNITED CHAMPION, ALANAH O’CONNELL!!!!
(Alanah smiles as well and raises the United Championship high, Bella glances up for a moment before nodding to Alanah. Madison backs away as Alanah hands the referee the title and takes to the other corner. The referee holds the title high up in the air.)
JR: And that’s what it’s all about there Alfonso. Our secondary championship that has been held for 270 days by Alanah O’Connell since she defeated Miles Kasey at Dishonored.
(The referee shows it to both girls before handing off to a ring hand, he turns to see both girls back in the center of the ring. The referee calls for the bell.)
*DING DING*
(Bella reaches out first with her hand and Alanah doesn’t waste any time as the 2 shake hands in the ring to the delight of those in attendance and they begin circling each other)
JR: Show of respect right off the bat for the friends but from here on out, it’s strictly business.
(Off the lockup in the middle of the ring, Bella takes the advantage with a side headlock on Alanah. Alanah then slips out and takes a hammer lock on Bella that Alanah turns into a side headlock as well. Alanah is pushed back to the ropes by Bella and sent off to the far side rope. Bella goes for a clothesline but Alanah ducks and when Bella turns around Alanah is standing there and applies another headlock in the middle of the ring.)
JR Freeman: A little tit-for-tat by these two ultra-talented young ladies!
Alfonso Banks: Well think of how much time they spend together! It’s gotta be like a mirror match!
(Alanah flips Bella over with a headlock takedown but Bella quickly takes the advantage back by putting Alanah in a seated head scissors. Alanah looks for a way out and rolls on to her knees in front of Bella. After a few attempts to losin the hold by jumping left and right, Alanah slips her head out from the legs of Bella and says “Nice try to keep me grounded” and they both smile at each other.)
JR Freeman: A little sass from the lass there!
Alfonso Banks: Well when you’ve been champion as long as she has, you kinda have a right to be a little snarky!
JR Freeman: Let’s just hope these two can keep it competitive and not lose their tempers!
Alfonso Banks: ...JR.
JR Freeman: Yeah?
Alfonso Banks: ...one is Irish...the other is the daughter...of Laura Phoenix.
JR Freeman: ...barring possibly offensive stereotyping, I see your point partner!
(Both ladies lock up again and Bella takes the headlock and is pushed back into the ropes again. Alanah shoots Bella off to the far side ropes and goes for a hip toss which is countered and Bella delivers the hip toss instead. Bella then hits Alanah with an arm drag that sends her flying to the other side of the ring. Bella then connects on one more arm drag and keeps it locked in the center of the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Look at the torque on that shoulder lock!
JR Freeman: Alanah OConnell may be sweet and innocent 97% percent of the time but you can’t give that other 3% any leeway or she’ll bite you outta nowhere!
(Alanah works her way back up to a vertical base and shoots Bella off the ropes but this time meets her with a drop toe hold. Alanah goes off the ropes and looks for an elbow drop but Bella is out of the way of the move. Bella then hits the ropes looking for an elbow drop of her own but Alanah moves out of the way. When Bella gets to her feet she is met with a standing dropkick from Alanah that sends her to the mat and she rolls to the outside of the ring.)
JR Freeman: And the young Madison taking a moment to recompose herself, not a bad idea!
(As Bella recovers on the outside of the ring, She looks up to see Alanah up on the top rope and taking flight to the outside and connecting with a diving crossbody block on the outside of the ring. Alanah grabs Bella and rolls her back into the ring and attempts a pin...
1...
Kickout.)
Alfonso Banks: And a QUICK kickout by Bella! It’s gonna take quite a bit more punishment from the Irish Rose to keep that firecracker down!
JR Freeman: But you know she’s up to the task!
(Alanah picks up Bella and sets her up in the corner. Alanah shoots Bella to the far side corner and runs in after her looking to connect with a Monkey Flip but Bella moves out of the way and Alanah goes crashing into the buckle. Bella then comes out of the near side corner and connects with a Yakuza Kick in the corner on Alanah.)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS! So much for friendly pure competition, that big kick could take your head off!
Alfonso Banks: Bella is here to become champion. Period. Both these ladies knew what that was gonna mean when they signed on the line! No friends til the bell rings!
(Bella picks up Alanah from the corner and quickly hits a swift DDT and goes for a cover
1....
2.... but Alanah is able to kick out at 2. Bella looks stunned but rolls Alanah over and starts to apply a Surfboard submission hold on Alanah trying to wear her down even more.)
JR Freeman: Could we be seeing the frustration rise up in Bella?
Alfonso Banks: I feel a tension in the air. They say it’s all friendly but...how often is that REALLY the case in these situations?
JR Freeman: I’m afraid you might be right on that one, partner.
(Alanah is in trouble as Bella lets her down from the move. Bella picks up Alanah from the match and connects with a suplex and goes for another cover
1
2...but again Alanah kicks out at 2.)
JR Freeman: OOH and that QUICK snap suplex from Bella trying to notch the win but you gotta think...the more either one of these girls kicks out, the more frustrated the other one has to be getting!
Alfonso Banks: This is a volatile situation JR. I don’t see how this doesn’t become EXTREMELY physical between them.
(Bella slaps the mat and pulls Alanah up to her feet but Alanah sparks to life with a quick butterfly kick out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: OH WHAT A SHOT!
(Alanah kips up and runs to the rope, jumping up, and flying off with a big springboard legdrop! She hooks the leg!)
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
(Alanah rolls off and runs her hand through her hair as Bella sits up, they both sit next to each other catching their breaths, leaning on each other as they both start getting to their feet. Bella pushes Alanah back just far enough to connect with a strong uppercut. Alanah stumbles for a moment and returns with one of her own. Bella stumbles back to the ropes but bounces back with another uppercut as Alanah bounds back and returns with the same!)
JR Freeman: Such a war of attrition going on before us right now!
Alfonso Banks: I TOLD you this was gonna erupt!!! Heeeere we GO!
(And almost as if on cue both girls find themselves back in the center of the ring just throwing bombs at each other. This lasts for about thirty seconds before Bella cunningly ducks one of Alanah’s shots and hits the Whiplash out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: THE WHIPLASH!
Alfonso Banks: WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!
(Alanah gets back up and Bella tries to lock her in place for the Ashes to Ashes but before she can Alanah tosses her with the Tani Otoshi!)
JR Freeman: THIS IS A ROLLERCOASTER!
Alfonso Banks: AND WHAT A RIDE IT IS!!!
(Bella winces in pain as she slowly gets back up as Alanah is almost seething beckoning her forth as Bella throws a punch but Alanah catches it...and winds her body around her rolling them both to the ground in the stretch plum!)
JR Freeman: SWEET ESCAPE!!! ALANAH’S GOT THE SWEET ESCAPE!!!
Alfonso Banks: BELLA’S GOTTA TAP OR SNAP FOR SURE!
(Bella screams in absolute horrific pain as the referee is in perfect position asking her if she’s ready to give up as Bella screams “NO!” at the top of her lungs and we see a look of almost malice flash across Alanah’s face as she winches it in tighter!)
JR Freeman: THIS IS IT!!! ANY SECOND NOW!!!
(Bella screams at the top of her lungs SOMEHOW finding a way to shift her weight back JUST enough to put Alanah on her back! Shoulders down!)
1
2
JR Freeman: IS BELLA GONNA TAP OR DOES ALANAH RELEASE THE HOLD!?
…
…
…
3!!!
JR Freeman: SHE DID IT!!! BELLA MADISON DID IT!!!
Alfonso Banks: HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE PULL THAT OFF!!!
(Alanah releases the hold and looks at the referee in almost dumbstruck shock as Bella grabs at her shoulder looking like she might cry as the referee takes the title and kneels next to the slowly recovering Bella as Alanah pops up and RIPS the title out of the referee’s hands!)
JR Freeman: What’s this now?
Alfonso Banks: Looks like the young lass has a bit of an issue with that finish!
(Alanah looks at the title she’s held for so long as Bella rolls over up onto her knees holding her shoulders looking at Alanah with concern...until Alanah drops to her knees...and presents Bella with the championship.)
JR Freeman: Looks like you’re wrong, partner!
Alfonso Banks: I’m waiting on the other shoe to drop ANY second now!
JR Freeman: I think you’re gonna be waiting awhile!
(Both Alanah and Bella look like they’re getting emotional as they wrap each other into a tight embrace helping each other back up to their feet as the fans go absolutely wild.)
JR Freeman: Alanah O’Connell is going to go down in PWS:Apex history as one of, if not THE most, dominant and beloved champions in this company's history so you gotta think there’s no one she’d be prouder to pass the torch to!
Alfonso Banks: I doubt this is over between them but at least for tonight...Bella Madison takes the win AND the United Championship and I gotta say? WHAT a match!
WINNER AND NEW UNITED CHAMPION...BELLA MADISON
Monster’s Ball
Nick Madison vs. Lukas Emery
(The cameras cut to ringside.)
JR Freeman: Partner, this next one is, simply put, going to be very ugly.
Alf: Violence personified for sure.
JR Freeman: This rivalry between Lukas Emery and Nick Madison has been made extremely and horribly personal. It started out with what seemed like meaningless exchanges on social media, but it has since spawned into something very dark and evil.
Alf: I’m honestly a little worried for Madison. We saw what Emery was capable of against Michael O’Neil at Demons Run. Nick has been out of in-ring competition for like five years. I don’t see how he could possibly stand a chance here.
JR Freeman: The old expression goes, you can take the dog out of the fight, but you can never take the fight out of the dog.
(The tron illuminates, as a video package starts to display, depicting the events over the last few months. “Monsters” by Shinedown can be heard in the background. The video cuts to a shot of Nick walking out of the house with Aaron the other week. It morphs into a shot of Lukas holding baby Aaron. The video continues. As the vocals of Brent Smith come in, and the screen illuminates with images of the actions of Lukas Emery since his arrival in PWS:APEX.)
“Good for you, you fooled everybody.
Good for you, you fooled everyone.
Good for you, now you’re somebody.
Good for you, you fooled everyone.
Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don’t get angry, don’t discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage.”
(The chorus comes in, and it hits on the beat, we flash back to the brutal Headshot Lukas have Michael O’Neil at Demons Run. It then shows Nick running to the ring to go after Lukas. Next, we see a few different people being interviewed.)
Laura Phoenix: Do I think he’s ready? He’s not just fighting for himself, he’s not just fighting for a comeback. This shit is personal. Lukas threatens our family...he brought up everything personal he could to bring Nick into this, and now he’s gonna reap what he sewed.
Levi Russow: I have battled with Nick in a match like this, Lukas is good, but he ain’t ready for what he’s brought on himself. So best get ready, kid. You knocked on the door, and now he’s coming to fucking answer.
Reverend Synister: (laughing) Oh the wicked web we weave! Young Lukas gon’ show the way for ole’ Nick Madison….if history taught us anythin’ tis you can’t kill us.
(The video shows flashes of various promos from Nick and Lukas.)
Lukas Emery: You did this! You warranted this! You brought the monster to life, so now it’s time you realize this monster is coming for you! So don’t bring the family man if you expect to walk out under your own power. I want the extremist, the madman. I want the Nick Madison of old, not the shell you’ve become.
Nick Madison: I have faced my monsters before, I have faced monsters more heinous than you before. You brought my family into this, though. You chose to make it personal, I’m going to show you why you don’t fucking do that with me.
Lukas Emery: Welcome! To the end of the world! Abandon all hope, for here, there be monsters.
Nick Madison: it’s time you met the monster, you have helped create.
(The video package ends with one final shot of Nick Madison with a look of unbridled unhinges rage before the screen bleeds to black. The cameras go back to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Monster’s Ball match! Both competitors have spent twenty-four hours in isolation, and will now compete in a hardcore, anything goes match, wth the first competitor to score a pinfall or submission being declared the winner. Introducing the competitors…
(The lights in the arena go out, before dimly lighting back up.)
“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 boy, there’s hell to pay.”
(The guitar comes in, as “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy continues to play over the sound system, and Lukas Emery walks slowly out onto the stage. He slowly and methodically starts to make his way to the ring, as the fans rain down with boos and disapproval.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from London, England, Lukas Emery!
(Lukas makes his way to ringside and slides in the ring. He saunters over to the corner and leans against it as he waits for Madison. His music starts to fade, and the fans can be heard chanting already.)
Fans: Fuck You Emery! Fuck You Emery! Fuck You Emery!
Alf: Stay classy, Vegas.
JR Freeman: Can’t say he doesn’t deserve this treatment after everything.
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent…
(The lights in the arena go out, as the sound of an organ echoes throughout the arena. The fans erupt with cheers in anticipation for the entrance. The lights turn to a dark red tint, as words are heard echoing through the air.
"Now, we must all fear evil men.
But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most.
And that is the indifference of good men.
(Fire shoots from the stage when the guitar comes in, pulsating with each drum hit. Bright lights shine from the stage, before they turn back to the stage, where Nick Madison comes out from behind the curtain, as “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold picks up.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Nick Madison!
(The fans roar with cheers, as Madison makes his way down the ramp with a look of intensity. His eyes locked on Emery standing in the ring.)
JR Freeman: If looks could kill, Emery would be pushing up daisies right about now!
Alf: You can’t say that!
JR Freeman: What!? I’m just saying Madison looks like he could rip Emery's head off, and given everything Lukas has put him through, he’d be completely justified.
Alf: That would be murder, JR…
JR Freeman: Madison is a former multiple time world champion, former United Champion, former X-Treme Champion, former Intercontinental Champion. Lukas has disrespected him so much, no one could blame him for wanting to unleash hell on him. For everything he’s put him through, for everything he’s put his family through. Tonight Emery gets what’s coming to him.
Alf: Way to be unbiased, partner.
JR Freeman: Oh shut it.
(Madison slides into the ring, and walks straight towards Emery, but the ref gets in between the two, as they start jaw-jacking at each other.)
Alf: Come on! Let ‘em go!
JR Freeman: Patience, partner.
(Reynolds exits the ring, as the ref causes both competitors to back off before calling for the bell to start the match.)
JR Freeman: Here we go…
(Nick immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Uhhh...
Alf: Uh Nick, the match is in. The ring…
(Nick reaches under the ring and starts flinging weapons into the ring. Steel chairs, kendo sticks, a trash can. After tossing numerous things into the ring, Nick stands up from under the ring...wielding a couple of kendo sticks. He slides into the ring, and motions to two other kendo sticks that are in the ring.)
Nick Madison: Pick ‘em up.
Alf: What?
JR Freeman: Is he...is he telling Lukas to pick up the weapons?
Nick Madison: You wanted this! You BEGGED for me his, now pick up the fuckin’ weapons!
(A smirk slowly creeps over Lukas’s face, as he slowly bends down and picks up the kendo sticks, getting back to a vertical base.)
Nick Madison: Take your shot…
JR Freeman: What!?
(Lukas doesn’t hesitate, and takes his shot, but Nick is faster and nails Lukas in the stomach with a quick jab from the kendo sticks, causing Lukas to double over. Nick then takes one of his kendo sticks, with a malicious look on his face, he swings it and splinters it over Lukas’s back! Lukas falls to the mat, as Nick stands over him.)
Nick Madison: Get th’ Fuck up!
(Lukas gets to his hands and knees, but that’s as far as he can get before Nick takes the other kendo sticks and splinters it over his back, as Lukas screams out in pain. Nick drops down and rolls back out of the ring, looking back under the ring, and pulling out a table. He sets it up on the outside before sliding back into the ring. Lukas has gotten back to his feet, as the two trade right hand shots. Lukas delivers an arm drag, followed by another. He goes for another, but Nick blocks it with a kick to the gut. Lukas drops out on his hands and knees, but manages to grab one of the kendo sticks nearby and swings up, striking Nick across the body with it. He gets back to his feet, as Nick doubles over.)
Lukas Emery: My turn!
(This time it’s Lukas who splinters the kendo sticks over Nick’s back, as Nick crashes to the mat. Lukas starts stomping on Nick, before Nick manages to catch his boot, and shove him away, allowing Nick a moment to get to his feet. He takes a step towards Lukas, but is nailed with an Anarchy Kick ‘47!
Alf: AK-47! From outta nowhere!
(Lukas rolls out of the ring and walks over and looks back under the ring, pulling out a small bag.)
JR Freeman: Now what?
(Lukas slides back into the ring, as Nick is trying to recover. Lukas opens the bag, turning it upside down, as hundreds of thumbtacks fall out onto the mat.)
JR Freeman: Oh dear God!
Alf: Once again, not for the faint of heart. Emery obviously has ill intentions here.
JR Freeman: Ya think!?
(Lukas gets Nick back to his feet, before getting him into position. With a sick, twisted smile on his face, he unleashes and delivers a devastating 10 Downing Street onto the thumbtacks! Madison screams out in pain and arches his back as the thumbtacks dig into his back.)
JR Freeman: Oh God!
Alf: 10 Downing Street! Onto the thumbtacks! That’s the finisher of former PWS superstar, and good friend of Lukas, Cyrus Hendrix!
(Lukas looks happy with his work, but he’s not done. He walks back over to the bag, once again turning it upside down and shaking it. There is a collective gasp when the remaining contents of the bag are revealed, as down to the mat drops…
...a long strand of barbed wire!)
JR Freeman: What in God’s name is he going to do with THAT!?
Alf: Whatever he wants?
(Lukas picks up the barbed wire and unwinds it. He steps over to Madison, who is still on the mat. Lukas bends down, turning Madison over on his stomach. He pulls Madison’s leg, folding it, then leans forward and uses the barbed wire across Nick’s face, locking in the Cheshire Grin! Madison lets out a scream of pain as the jagged edges of the barbed wire dig into his skin.)
JR Freeman: Oh for the love of God! Stop this!
Alf: Madison is the one that agreed to this!
(Madison continues to scream out, trying anything and everything he can to get out of the hold. He starts to fade, as Lukas torques the pressure. All hope seems to be lost, when at the very last second, Madison manages to reach out to the side and barely grab onto a kendo stick nearby. He swings it wildly and violently, and manages to nail Lukas in the head, causing him to let go of the hold. Nick kicks Lukas away, as he starts spitting out blood from the barbed wire. He makes it to his knees, and starts destroying the kendo stick over Lukas’s body! He’s swinging with such intensity that on the last swing, he catches Lukas right between the shoulder and neck, as the kendo stick splinters in two!)
Alf: Jesus!
JR Freeman: Lukas is the one that ASKED for this!
(Nick looks around frantically, before he looks at the barbed wire, then at the table set up on the outside. A look of demented determination comes over his face, as he picks up the barbed wire. He walks over to Lukas, and starts wrapping the barbed wire around Lukas’s body.)
Alf: What on earth is he thinking?
JR Freeman: Something violent I assure you!
(Nick gets Lukas to his feet, as Lukas is damn near out on his feet. Nick brings him over to the ropes, managing to get him through the ropes out onto the apron. He holds Lukas head up, making sure he can hear him.)
Nick Madison: Shoulda NEVER fucked with my family, motherfucker!
(Nick lets go of Lukas’s head, runs across the ring to pick up speed, then comes back across the ring, and delivers a devastating spear...with the barbed wire...to the outside...through the table!)
JR Freeman: HOLY SH-
Alf: He killed him!!!
Fans: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
(Both men lay on the outside in the broken wreckage of the table. After a few moments, somehow, Nick starts to stir and get to his feet. He drags Lukas to his feet, rolling him back into the ring. He rolls back into the ring, taking a second to catch his breath.)
JR Freeman: I thought he’d go for the pin, but given this hesitation, he must have something else in mind.
Alf: Nick Madison is sick! He’s a sick man!
(Nick, who is bleeding from the mouth, picks Lukas up to his knees, and starts unwinding the barbed wire from around his abdomen. The camera gets a good look at Nick’s back, which is littered with thumbtacks. Nick gets the barbed wire unwrapped, as Lukas just plops back down onto the mat. Nick looks over at the rest of the thumbtacks that are still on the mat. He walks over and lays the barbed wire out among the thumbtacks.)
JR Freeman: This…
Alf: Should be illegal!
(Nick turns back to Lukas, who is struggling to get back to his knees. He holds Lukas’s head up so he’s looking up at Nick.)
Nick Madison: You asked for this! Now I’m ending it!
(With little wasted motion, Nick gets Lukas to his feet in position, and drives him down onto the. barbed wire and thumbtacks...with a Neuro-Mutilation!)
JR Freeman: Neuro-Mutilation! That HAS to be it!
(Nick slowly turns Lukas over, and collapses over him for a cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
(The bell sounds, as the ref looks worriedly at both men. Medics rush down to the ring with stretchers.)
Meg Reynolds: And the winner of this match, NICK MADISON!!!!
(They slide into the ring, checking on both men, as the arena is eerily quiet. Both men are put in neck braces, but Nick quickly rips it off, somehow using the ropes to stumble to his feet. He holds himself up against the ropes, as he looks down at the fallen Emery. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, as the medics try to help him, but he pushes them away. He starts slowly making his way up the ramp, as Lukas is loaded onto the stretcher at ringside. Nick makes it to the stage, before he stoops to a knee.)
JR Freeman: Both of these men just went through an absolute war.
Alf: Regardless of what you think of either of these guys, they pulled out all the stops here tonight.
(The medics get Lukas to the stage, next to where Nick is. Suddenly, he stands up with a wild-eyed expression on his face, as he stops the stretcher.)
Alf: Now what!?
(The medics back away, but beg Nick to resist whatever it is he’s thinking. He pays them absolutely no mind though, as he rolls the stretcher over to the side of the stage. He then stands it up on the edge of the stage, so Lukas is looking at him as he’s coming to. Nick pats Lukas’s head, as he turns and steps away.)
Alf: Oh thank God. He’s thinking better of it.
(Nope. Nick turns back around, and almost as if I’m slow-motion, he runs and spears Lukas in the stretcher off the stage!)
JR Freeman: FUUUUUUCK!!!
(The stretcher crashes to the floor, as medics rush the scene. Crew members and medics rush to both men, as both men are out. The medics waste no time getting Nick in a neck brace and onto a stretcher, as they get Lukas back upright on his stretcher. The scene fades away with both men being rolled out on stretchers.)
WINNER: Nick Madison
The War To End All Wars
Mack McKane on the Hunt
“You think that commanding an army grants you nobility? Nobility comes from fighting besides your soldiers, not kidnapping a woman to cheat your way out of battle” -Bartolomeo d’Alviano
(The scene opens in pitch black darkness until we see the cherry of a cigarette light and two men step into a dim twilight. We recognize them as they walk closer, slowly, staying alert to the ever present danger they know full well they’re leading themselves into. We see it is the Brothers McKane...Mack and Kenny. Mack is twirling Cutrina in his hand nervously as Kenny drags on his cigarette.)
Kenny McKane: Right...coulda done wif some FOOKIN’ backup, innit!?
Mack McKane: Nobody...an’ I mean NOBODY else...is gettin’ hurt ‘cause o’ me.
Kenny McKane: WELL then…’ere we are on another star-crossed adventure, innit! The boys are back in the menacing, destitute- what the FUCK am I lookin’ at right now?
(Kenny’s jaw drops and the cigarette falls out of his mouth as Mack’s eyebrows furrow deeper. The fear that should be shooting up his spine is burning red hot in the moment. He was never afraid to die...he just didn’t think it’d come THIS quick. But if he knew one thing...just...ONE thing…
...she was fuckin’ worth it.
We turn to see the International Car Forest of the Last Church...a car graveyard that has been admired by thousands for many years for the unique “art” the cars have been turned into...sticking upwards out of the ground...balanced on top of each other. But the marvels and the artists have all but gone...as we see familiar black and tattered circus tents strewn about the landscape.)
Kenny McKane: Well give the bastard one thing…e’s got a right flair for the dramatic, innit?
Mack McKane: Kenny.
Kenny McKane: Yeh?
Mack McKane: ...you don’t hafta do this bruv.
Kenny McKane: …’ave you lost your fookin’ marbles, kid?
Mack McKane: I’ve seen the way you and Katie look at each other...and little Ashley lights up when you enter the room…
Kenny McKane: Yeah? They’re amazing, whassyerpoint?
Mack McKane: ...point is you don’t have to die here. You don’t have to throw it all away AGAIN fer me. You could have a life! They’ll ADORE you!
(Kenny looks a bit taken aback as he steps up and puts his hands on Mack’s shoulders.)
Kenny McKane: RIght...you ain’t tellin’ me anything I didn’t already know but maybe you missed a bit, yeah? Because I would LOVE that life...I’d TREASURE every moment of it. I’d LOVE to be the homemaker and have barbecues and all that domesticated shit! But whassit for...if my lil’ bruvah ain’t there to share it wif me?
(Kenny quickly hugs Mack and they quickly separate as they’re not accustomed to doing that...like, ever.)
Kenny McKane: I’m with ya till the end of the line.
Mack McKane: Too right...let’s have it then!
(Mack and Kenny both stretch out their necks and get limber as they start to walk towards the center of the “Church” and when they approach we hear a BOOMING voice from the sound speakers.)
“OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY CHILDREEEEEEEEN!!!”
Mack McKane: FOOKIN’ hate when he does that!
Kenny McKane: Bleedin’ wanker.
“I am so...SURPRISED you managed to find your way HERE! Looks like my little golden goose what left the door open! No matter...how THRILLED we are to see you!!!”
(Suddenly a circle of flames blasts and surrounds the entire lot. They now shimmer in the reflections dancing off the cars and dancing in those reflections...are legions of what look to be severely muscular masked men cracking their knuckles, necks, stretching out looking all menacing.)
“...ALL...of us.”
Mack McKane: Fuuuuuckin’ Hell I’M TIRED OF THE GAMES, SNAKE DANCER! EITHER YOU AND THE OL’ BASTARD SHOW YERSELVES...GIMME THE GIRL...GROVEL FOR YA LIVES AND *FUCK* OFF OUTTA HERE...OR I’M GONNA GUT YOU FROM KNAPE TO CHOP!!!
Kenny McKane: *Quietly* damn...good threat…
(We suddenly hear unnerving cackling lead from the surround sound system to the top of a single exhibit of a car stacked horizontally on the end of another car. And there we see him...mask clad after his last little run in with Mack. The Reverend Synister was finally here in the flesh.)
Kenny McKane: Holy shit.
Reverend Synister: Thas it boy...MARVEL in my glory!
Kenny McKane: No yer jus’...FATTER than I thought you’d be, innit?
(We can see Syn’s eyes behind the mask as he slowly reaches up and takes it off...scars decorate his cheeks and forehead and it looks like he’s wearing a prosthetic eye.)
Kenny McKane: FUUUUUCKIN’ HELL! PUT ‘ER BACK ON!!!
(Syn is absolutely snarling as another voice rings out from the darkness…)
“Patience...my friend...he’s an insolent boy. He always was.”
(Walking out of the tent behind Syn comes swaggering up a haggard old man...evil radiates off of him as thick as the whiskey. Mack looks at Kenny who is absolutely zeroed in holding his side.)
Papa McKane: Aww now...did my little friend give you a boo-boo? I wanted you to have something to remember me by! And give you a little WARNING...but I see even THAT was too much to get through yer thick skull. Musta got that from your BITCH of a mother.
(Mack and Kenny straighten up and look at each other confused.)
Kenny McKane: Bitch of a mother?
Mack McKane: Fuckin’ Hell, THAT’S what you got? WE fuckin’ hated HER, TOO!
Kenny McKane: Yeah strike one on the insults, ya slob.
Papa McKane: SILENCE, BOY.
(He notices Cutrina twirling in Mack’s hand…)
Papa McKane: Ahhh...my knives still run thick in your blood I see!
Mack McKane: Not as thick as mine are about to run through yours in a moment.
Papa McKane: OOH HOO HOO! Is your blade as sharp as your tongue?
Mack McKane: FIND OUT.
(Everyone gets intensely in each other's faces...Mack in Syn’s...Kenny in Papa’s...when suddenly through a snarl Syn growls…)
Reverend Synister: It was foolish of you to come alone, boy.
Mack McKane: ...an’ it was fookin’ STUPID o’ you...to think I DID!!!
*ROAR*
(We hear the roaring of an ANGRY souped up vehicle engine as the color drains from Syn’s face as he backs up dragging Papa with him JUST in time as through the fire and flames...the legendary modified and HIGHLY illegal Russow Lawn Gator roars to life flying as it skids to a drifting halt just a few feet away from them. We see Levi Russow in the driver’s seat with Emma Russow riding shotgun and in the back, filing out, we see Jack Russow, Alanah O’Connell, Bella Madison, Malachi, Lachlan Kane, and Miles Kasey.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: LAST STOP: HELL. EVERYBODY OFF. YOU KNEW WHAT THIS WAS WHEN YOU MET ME. IF YOU RECEIVED ANY EMOTIONAL SCARS, SUCK IT UP, AND THINK ABOUT THE FACT YOU COULDA BEEN...ON RIDE TWO!!!
Reverend Synister: Ride tw-?
(Before he can finish his thought the NEWER, UPDATED, SECOND GENERATION of highly souped up and highly illegal Russow Lawn Gator comes flying through the OTHER side of the flames with Daniel Russow in the driver’s seat, Jesse Russow ridin’ shotgun as he gets out and helps Cameron Russow down and Daniel struggles to catch...Slappy McGoo. Noticeably shrinking down in the legroom of the back we see a hiding Demetrius Spinelli.)
Reverend Synister: But...but HOW...y'all s’pposed to be at the SHO-
The Iceman Levi Russow: Show was taped HOURS ago due to Covid ya ingrown asshair! NOW...STAND there, SHUT up, and give us a minute to PREPARE! HUDDLLLLLE!!!!
(The entire group huddles as the darker masses surround them...we hear a lot of impassioned murmuring before a loud “BREAK” and everyone scatters and we see that Mack and Kenny had nothing to do with it and look COMPLETELY confused.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ALRIGHT...Youngbloods! You take the left flank. OLD GODS...we’ll take the right flank. Mack...Kenny...you two do what you do best and SLAP…
Slappy McGoo: HULLO!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...I DIDN’T wanna tell you this...but these guys...are the ones that smashed your pinball arcade.
(The look...of PURE...RAGE...that covers Slappy’s face...makes EVERYBODY...even Jack, Alanah, and Bella...move away from him very...VERY...slowly.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: AVENGERS!!! ASS-
Daniel Russow: COPYRIGHT LAWS!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: COULD YA JUST...PLEASE? I’M TRYINA-
Emma Russow: SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY!!!
(And on cue, Slappy roars and tears towards Syn with the force of a Panzer tank as Syn slips the mask back on and runs for his life as everyone pans out and starts viciously fighting for their lives against Syn’s new Carnival...except Kenny. Kenny and Papa McKane haven’t moved...they just keep their gaze on each other. Mack takes a step forward but Kenny darts out an arm.)
Kenny McKane: Go find yer girl.
Mack McKane: But...Kenny we can-
Kenny McKane: If I fail...you can have what’s left. Go. Find. The Girl.
(Out of the corner of his eye this whole time, hiding like the weasel he is...Mack has been clocking the movement of a slippery cloaked figure who is slipping in and out of the fight and headed for the back tent as Mack nods at Kenny.)
Mack McKane: Don’t lose.
Papa McKane: He will. Then so will you.
Kenny McKane: Just...get outta here kid.
(Mack turns and CLOCKS one of the Carnival members running by as he turns back, nodding at Kenny and putting his mask back on as he takes off towards the man he saw running. We see Levi, Emma, Daniel, Jesse, and Cam all back to back in a circle throwing bombs, haymakers, and violent kicks at the charging Carnival.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: This is just like our honeymoon!
(Emma superkicks a running attacker before raising an eyebrow and smacking Levi around the head.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: YEOWW!! What was *THAT* for!?
Emma Russow: Our HONEYMOON was you getting plastered off Mimosas at 9 am and daring the entire wait staff to FIGHT you ‘cause “them Hawaiians have tougher skulls than ‘Muricans”
Jesse Russow: ...DUDE!
Daniel Russow: Seriously, bro?
The Iceman Levi Russow: It was a COMPLIMENT!!!
(Levi hits a KryoKick just as Emma hits another superkick and they turn out back into each other as they both smirk and steal a quick kiss.)
Emma Russow: The world crumbling around us...and here we are.
The Iceman Levi Russow: When you took my hand you asked if life was always gonna be like this and what did I say?
(They instinctively double superkick two on-rushers as Emma smiles at him.)
Emma Russow: “Damn straight!”
(Cam nudges Jesse stiffly)
Jesse Russow: Yeah babe?
Cameron Russow: How come WE can’t be like that?
Jesse Russow: ...because we’re not BAT-SHIT INSANE and prefer...Colorado.
(Cam all of a sudden turns bright red and starts giggling with her hand over her mouth, moving it for a second to headbutt an attacker before playfully smacking Jesse who just winks at her. Daniel looks at both couples and rolls his eyes taking off on his own, not wanting to be the spare tire in the double date. In the middle of the battlefield being swarmed by all shapes and sizes of Carnival members stands a RAGING Slappy McGoo who is absolutely tearing everyone apart. Five men jump on him and manage to get him down to a knee as Syn slinks out of the shadows cackling as the blows rain down upon our scruffy, Megalodon-sized hero.)
Reverend Synister: Ohhhh big man...rage is a powerful tool...when taught to use correctly. But your time...has run o-
(Suddenly Slappy ROARS and throws his arms back sending all five men flying as he seethes in place glaring into Syn’s eyes who isn’t making a move except to raise his hand. One of the attackers gets up behind Slappy and just catches a swift elbow.)
Reverend Synister: You are STRONG...the GIFTS you have, these people do not UNDERSTAND you! But but but! *I* do! Take my hand, boy...let me TEACH you!
Slappy McGoo: My father...taught me...how to play pinball.
Reverend Synister: That’s a lovely story! Tell me more about it!
Slappy McGoo: He left me an entire arcade of pinball machines.
Reverend Synister: WONDEROU-
Slappy McGoo: ...before he died.
Reverend Synister: ...oh...I am so sorry for your los-
Slappy McGoo: I never got to say goodbye...the last thing we did was have a fight…
Reverend Synister: Well uh...now...sometimes our REFLECTIONS don’t...don’t show us...wha-
Slappy McGoo: That arcade is the only thing I have to remember him by.
Reverend Synister: WELL SEE! Then the memories live on WITHIN ya! All you have to DO is-
(Syn suddenly realizes he’s backed into one of the “exhibits” with the monstrous Slappy bearing down on him.)
Slappy McGoo: ...and you...smashed it.
Reverend Synister: WHAT!? Naw naw naw WAIT a minute big fella! Just...just WAIT! I would NEVE-
Slappy McGoo: ...MY turn.
(Slappy roars and BARRELS towards Syn who narrowly rolls out of the way as the entirety of the MASSIVE Slappy McGoo comes crashing into the car and amazingly it’s enough force that we see the car shift and lean to the side! Syn looks back at what could have been him...human artwork on the derelict remnants of a time long past...and he does the one thing he can think of…
...run.)
Slappy McGoo: ...I WILL...have you.
(Slappy slowly stalks towards the direction of Syn's run as we hear crashing and clunking coming from the middle and we see Kenny McKane struggling with his dad, trying to wrestle a knife out of his hands. They twirl in an almost dance of hand to hand combat until they fall into one of the tents out of sight where we see in the background on the other side of the lot a MOUNTAIN of a man...easily four inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier than Slappy, bearing down on Alanah O’Connell who’s eyes grow wide but she doesn’t back down...she looks around for help but all she can see is the Russows getting swarmed, Lach and Mal are back to back executing some WONDERFUL double team moves but out of earshot of their baby sister.)
Alanah O’Connell: Uhh...anyone!...HELP!
(Jack had seen Mack bolting for something important so he had kissed her on the cheek and taken off at her command...she keeps slowly backing up but her pursuer is steadfast in his intent. Finally, she cracks her bones to get the blood flowing back...she had gone through a WAR earlier in the night with Bella Madison. And like the scrappy little lass she is, she stops backing up and squares up.)
Alanah O’Connell: Alright you great slimy git! LET’S GO!
(She dashes forward trying to wrap herself around him in her trusty Sweet Escape submission hoping to choke him out or at LEAST break a limb to help her out but as she twirls she feels a hand on the knape of her neck and she’s brought around, LIFTED off the ground as the man growls…)
Brawny Man: Yer purty. Give us a HUG!
(He suddenly wraps Alanah up in a massive bearhug and she starts crying out for help! Everything looks dire for the Wild Irish Rose until…)
“YO! ‘ROID RAGE!”
(The mammoth loosens his grip as Alanah falls to the ground clutching her back and he turns his attention...to Bella Madison.)
Bella Madison: Ya know...I always WONDERED if those rumors about steroids shrinkin’ your balls were true…
(And as if on cue, Alanah fiercely kip up superkicks the mountain of a man in the nuts as he doubles over in pain!)
Bella Madison: Huh...guess not! ‘LANAH!
(Alanah looks at Bella and understands as she swings over staying on her knees as Bella runs and LAUNCHES herself off of Alanah grabbing the guys head trying to hit him with the Ashes to Ashes as Alanah rolls over onto her back and reaches up grabbing Bella’s legs and pulling them down while letting go and getting her knees up at the last possible moment as Bella hits a VICIOUS Ashes to Ashes crushing the barbarian’s face into Alanah’s knees! Bella rolls the whimpering mound of uselessness off of Alanah and extends a hand. Alanah acts reluctant to take it until she does and Bella pulls her up into a giant hug.)
Bella Madison & Alanah O’Connell: No hard feelings. JINX YOU OWE ME A COKE! DOUBLE JINX! TRIPLE JINX!
(The girls bust out into laughter and hug each other tightly again like sisters as they finally turn to look at Lach and Mal standing around a pile of unconscious bodies with their arms crossed with a single eyebrow raised each.)
Lachlan Kane: ...well…
Malachi: Don’t say it.
Lachlan Kane: Weeeee...aaaaare…
Malachi: DON’T FUCKIN’ SAY IT!!!
Lachlan Kane: ...FFFFucked.
Malachi: There’s two of them. We...we had the numbers.
Lachlan Kane: We had the numbers...then your daft arse went off and fell in love.
Malachi: OI!....FUCK YOU!
(They stare at each other and kinda smirk and exhale sharply through their nose as Lach turns and pats Mal on the back whispering…)
Lachlan Kane: ...don’t you ever let that one go.
Malachi: Can’t. Pretty sure she lo-jacked me in my sleep.
(Lach looks over his shoulder at Bella and Alanah laughing and smiles.)
Lachlan Kane: ...clever girl!
(The scene switches over to show Jack Russow running around the corner of an exhibit and being squared up with by three men...he turns in each direction and there’s two more coming from behind and beside him...as they corner him against an exhibit. Jack wipes his mouth and cracks his neck..before pulling out two knuckle dusters and sliding them onto his fist punching them together.)
Jack Russow: Alright then...who’s fuckin’ first?
(The freaks don’t seem to have a grasp on what “one at a time” means as they all advance on him in a group.)
Jack Russow: ...I’m sorry ‘Lanah.
(Jack doesn’t wait as he takes the initiative swinging wildly at two of the men clocking them square on the jaws sending them down as the rest grab and swarm him. Four of them hold him in place as one of them takes one of the brass knuckles off of Jack’s hand and slides it onto his own. He grabs Jack’s rebellious head and holds it up to look at him.)
Freak: ...pathetic.
“OI YA GIMPY FUCKS!!!”
(Everybody looks to the top of the car just in time to see Miles Kasey smiling and giving them a backwards peace sign...before screaming…)
Miles Kasey: GERONIMO!!!
(And with that, he LEAPS off the top of the car in a front flipping tope con hilo as Jack BARELY rolls out of the way and Miles comes crashing down hard into the pile of black-clad bodies. Miles rolls up holding his back as one of them starts to get up but Jack runs and punts him in the face taking his brass knuckle back...he straightens his back and turns to Milo.)
Miles Kasey: Alright then?
Jack Russow: ...owe you a pint.
(They both smirk at each other as Jack tosses Miles one of the brass knuckles.)
Jack Russow: D’you see which way he went?
Miles Kasey: Haven’t got the foggiest.
Jack Russow: Fuck. Okay…
(They hear Daniel Russow holler for “A LITTLE HELP HERE!” coming from the distance as they look at it and Miles pats Jack on the back.)
Miles Kasey: I got that. You keep lookin’, eh?
Jack Russow: Y’know...to think at one point I hated you.
Miles Kasey: Same...funny ol’ world, innit?
(They chuckle and bump fists as Miles tears off towards the distress call and Jack looks around and sees the flaps of one of the tents blowing in the breeze as he tears off towards it.)
-MEANWHILE-
(We see a dim light glowing through a hole in the top of the tent as the moon shines down on the dirty, bruised and slightly cut features of Mattie Cormier who is bound to the main post of the tent. She hears the commotion outside and starts to try and fight to slide her wrists out of the ropes...her wrists are bleeding from all the attempts as she weakly cries out…)
Mattie Cormier: HELP...PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!
(Suddenly the main flap of the tent flies open and a man stands shadowed in the light of the fires burning around the landscape.)
Mattie Cormier: M-...Mack?
(The figure slinks forward and we see...it’s not Mack McKane...but…)
Mattie Cormier: E-...Everett?
(It was indeed, Everett Jacobs...As he reaches her, he brushes back a lock of her dirty, tangled hair.)
Everett Jacobs: Of course it’s me. I’m here to rescue you from this place.
(He helped her to her feet, putting an arm around her waist as she wobbled on shaky legs.)
Mattie Cormier: But..where’s Mack?
Everett Jacobs: He…
(Everett let out a sigh.)
Everett Jacobs: He’s not coming...he realized what he was up against, and he backed down like a coward. He’s been in hiding ever since the night you were taken. But I’ve been working nonstop to find you. I’ve spared no expense. I’ve had the best investigators on this case 24/7!
“You...lying...cunt.”
(Everett jumps out of his skin and spins landing on his rear looking towards the opening and we see the battle-tested features of Mack McKane. Mattie’s weary face instantly lights up before her knees buckle from under her.)
Mack McKane: I told her...I would always come for her. I PROMISED her...forever. Like Orpheus calling for Eurydice...I begged her to wait for me...I was coming. Now back...th’fuck...up.
(Everett scrambles backwards as Mack barrels forward and kneels in front of Mattie brushing her cheek as she weakly smiles at him. Mack flips Cutrina open and cuts her free as she collapses into his arms.)
Mattie Cormier: ...I...I knew...I never doubted.
(Before they can share a kiss Everett is back on his feet and he grabs Mattie by the arm RIPPING her out of Mack’s embrace spinning her around and cupping her face.)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie...my darling, LISTEN to me! He’s the reason you were kidnapped in the first place. If it wasn’t for that psycho’s father, you would be safe. And they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…
(He shoots a hateful glare at Mack but before Mack can respond...Mattie shakes her head fervently pulling away from him and falling back into Mack’s arms.)
Mattie Cormier: No...No you’re WRONG! Mack is NOTHING like that monster!
“Oh child...how very wrong you are.”
(Suddenly, as appearing out of a zephyr...they are flanked by Reverend Synister and limping in behind him holding a bloody wound on his left thigh...Papa McKane.)
Reverend Synister: See I know...I SEEN it. From that first moment this putrid world laid EYES on you, boy! You got the fire...the HATE...you LIVE for destruction! Look! LOOK at what you done just t’GET here! The pile o’ BODIES you left in your wake!
Mack McKane: The ends...more than justify the means, Snake Charmer.
Papa McKane: Fight it as you will, boy...you can’t run from what you are. Look how talented ya are! Your good for nothin’ brother couldn’t get it through his THICK skull...but YOU...YOU are my pride and joy! Look at your skill with the blade! LOOK at your talent for punishment!
Mack McKane: Fuck...off.
Papa McKane: Admit it, boy. You choose THAT life? That girl’s gonna end up just like your BITCH of a mother! She’s better off with the rich boy over there. YOU brought this on her. YOU are why she suffered!
Everett Jacobs: See! SEE MATTIE! I TOLD you! This was ALL his fault!
“Yer paper trail says otherwise, ya chav cunt.”
(Kenny McKane has appeared weakly behind Mack holding his side, visibly bleeding profusely. Papa McKane’s eyes narrow in on him.)
Papa McKane: You just don’t know when to DIE, DO YOU!?
Kenny McKane: Not by YOUR hand, old man...you fight like a BITCH! As for YOU...Monsieur Jackal, the floor is yours.
(Peaking around the corner we see a sheepish Spinelli until a shadow cloaks him and we see he's flanked by Slappy McGoo who puts a stern hand on his shoulder.)
Slappy McGoo: ...be brave. They cannot harm you.
(Spinelli nods and enters with his trusted laptop swaggering over to Mack and Mattie as Everett reaches out nervously towards the computer…)
Spinelli: Crimson Switchblade...the Loyal Jackal has some interesting findings to divulge. It would seem the nefarious Bitchie Rich has been moving quite a few transactions from his unworthy trust fund!
(Mack looks at the computer and we see instant rage in his eyes as he turns the computer for Mattie to look.)
Everett Jacobs: Now THAT...THAT- DON'T BELIEVE THAT! THAT'S FAKE NEWS! THOSE STATEMENTS WERE FORGED!!!
(Pure...unadulterated rage...flashes on Mattie's face. Before Mack could take a single step, Mattie had whirled on Everett, her dark eyes blazing with unholy fury.)
Mattie Cormier: You...you’re responsible for this?
(Her voice was low, but held a dangerous edge. Everett’s face was pure panic as he begged...)
Everett Jacobs: Mattie, please, just listen-
Mattie Cormier: NO! Not another word out of you!
(And with that emphatic declaration, she brought her leg up and deftly punted Everett straight in the groin with all the power she could muster. He let out a pained howl as he collapsed to his knees, doubling over. But Mattie was far from finished as she started swinging her arms wildly across his back.)
Mattie Cormier: How DARE you?! You set this all up? They TORTURED me! For WEEKS! All because you thought you could be the big hero?! You’re nothing but a spineless, lying, two-faced BASTARD! I hope you rot for what you’ve done!
(Tears streamed down her face as she finally stopped her assault on Everett, dropping to her knees and putting her face in her hands. Immediately, Mack was at her side, gathering her into his arms.)
Mack McKane: It’s OK, my love...you’re safe now.
(He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head as she shook with the force of her sobs.)
Reverend Synister: Ohhhh my child...you are so far from it.
(Syn snapped his fingers and his minions surrounded the tent as the canvas fell to the ground around them. Syn slithered towards his prey...until…)
“YO! SHITHEEL!”
(Syn turns around and is IMMEDIATELY cracked across the face with a rusted tailpipe by an enraged Bella Madison.)
Bella Madison: THAT...was for kidnapping MATTIE!
(Syn dropped like a brick as the Carnival advanced when all of a sudden we hear a car horn blaring “Ride Of The Valkyries”. They all turn just in time to see Levi Russow bearing down on them in the Lawn Gator.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: YEEEEEE-FUUUUCKIIIIIIN’-HAAAAAAW!!!!
(The Carnival disperses as most run for their lives and the ones not smart enough to start getting another beating from the collective rescue effort as Bella jumping double stomps SQUARE onto Syn’s nether region.)
Bella Madison: THAT...was for kidnapping ME!!!
(Papa McKane holding his leg in the confusion rushes for Mack but before he can lay a hand on him, Kenny throws his entire weight into him. As they roll around the ground, Kenny cries out in pain as Papa McKane tries to slither off. Mack glares and brushes Mattie’s cheek.)
Mack McKane: Don’t look love...I don’t want you to see this.
(Mack solemnly stands up...and advances on his father. Cutrina glistening in his hand. His father rolls over and starts crawling backwards with his hand outstretched.)
Papa McKane: Think about this, boy! Do you want this on your conscience!? Can you live with yourself!?
Mack McKane: ...I have lived...with a thousand torments every day of my life...until her. And you tried to rip that away from me...I’m pretty sure I’ll find a FOOKIN’ WAY TO COPE!!!
(Papa McKane suddenly grabs a rock and chucks it at Mack’s head and as Mack ducks, the patriarch of the McKane family turns and rolls himself down the hill. Mack stands resolute at the top preparing to advance when suddenly there’s a hand on his arm. Kenny crawls his way up to a standing position looking at Mack...and he takes Cutrina...and folds her up putting her back in Mack’s pocket.)
Kenny McKane: ...can’t let you finish what I started. I spent...YEARS...dreaming of this.
Mack McKane: ...don’t miss twice.
(Kenny smiles and shuffles down the hill as Mack returns to Mattie helping her gingerly up to her feet. The entire Carnival has run for their lives...and all we see is Malachi and Lachlan Kane holding Reverend Synister’s arms dragging him towards a buried car as Bella opens the trunk.)
Bella Madison: ...you won’t hurt anyone...anymore.
Reverend Synister: Foolish bitch...I am ETERNAL.
Bella Madison: Yeah? Well there’s a pandemic...and a high of 107 tomorrow. GOOD FUCKIN’ LUCK!!!
(With that Lach and Mal throw Syn in the trunk and slam it shut as Bella makes sure it locks...before Slappy McGoo comes hauling a massive rock smashing it down on top of the trunk as we hear pounding coming from the inside. Mal wraps Bella up and kisses her forehead as Slappy bearhugs Lach against his will as they all rejoin the family...everyone stands around celebrating as Mack kisses Mattie’s forehead and scoops her up looking at everyone.)
Mack McKane: I can’t...I can’t begin to thank you all enough.
(We hear a blood curdling scream in the distance.)
Jack Russow: Uhhh...what was that?
(Mack looks towards the scream and sees Kenny come limping back up holding his side winking at him.)
Mack McKane: ...the end.
(Mack turns and looks at everyone as Mattie assures him she can walk.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Kid...I told you. You been family to Jack. So when you feel alone? You’re never REALLY alone.
(Mack looks like he may actually shed a tear but he sucks it up and proclaims…)
Mack McKane: ...let’s go home.
(They started to leave. Suddenly, Mattie flung herself at Mack, wrapping him up in a tight embrace that he returned full-force. When they finally pulled back to look at each other, they both had tears forming in their eyes as Mattie smiled at him, cupping his face in her hands.)
Mattie Cormier: I knew...I ALWAYS knew you were going to find me.
(She said softly. Mack returned her smile, but then his face fell and a sad look overtook his eyes…)
Mack McKane: They were right, though...This was all my fault. If -
(He was abruptly cut off by Mattie kissing him fiercely. She pulled away, and gave him a stern look as she pressed her forehead to his.)
Mattie Cormier: No. Nothing about this was your fault. I knew about your past...and I still wanted to be with you. I wasn’t going to let fear rule me.
(She smiled as she cupped his cheek.)
Mattie Cormier: No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.
(They share a passionate kiss as everyone stops walking and turns to the horizon line watching the beautiful Nevada sunrise...everyone...FINALLY...at peace.)
The End…?
(c) PWS: Apex 2020