Post by -The Iceman Levi Russow- on Aug 19, 2020 1:47:52 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot
Las Vegas, NV
August 18th, 2020
(As the tail end of “Trials” by Starset plays out the few audience members in attendance arise with a raucous “PWS!” chant as everything gets silent for a moment...until…)
“WE ARE THE TRUE BELIEVERS!!!!”
(The fans ERUPT with cheers as “True Believers” by The Bouncing Souls starts blaring and Levi Russow comes bouncing out onto the ramp with a microphone in hand trying his best to make the small audience feel like a sold out stadium. They do start a sturdy “RU-SSOW!” chant as Levi nods his head in respect. He signals for the music to cut as he brings the microphone to his lips.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Y’know a lot of people...have brought this little tournament into question. They say it’s “half-cocked”. They say it’s “too weird”. They say they just don’t GET it, y’know? And they’re asking themselves, they say “SELVES! Who the bluest FUCK...would EVER come up with a cockamaimy idea like THIS!?” Well…
(Levi gets a shit eating grin on his face as he slowly points to his own face. The response seems to be positive as Levi continues.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: See I’ve been hanging around a lot...and no one has really seemed to understand...WHY. What BUSINESS do I have here? And I think it’s about time...we told you. See now...Laura Phoenix has done one HELL of a job as your resident General Manager and I couldn’t be prouder of her! But see when Star…”left”...there was a bit of a struggle you didn’t see behind the scenes. Litigation...red tape...that whole nine yards. But d’you know what makes...ALL of that disappear?
...mmmmmmoney.
(Levi rubs his mouth with his free hand tapping the microphone against his shoulders picking his next words carefully.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: See Star and David…
(The fans erupt with a chorus of boos and “FUCK THOSE DICKS!” causing Levi to chuckle a bit.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Hey man, you don’t have to sell ME on it! I totally agree! BUT...things being what they are...Star and David are still handling the off-screen bullshit. Paying bills, shaking babies, kissing hands and what-not. And Laura has been left to her own devices with such little help...and she has risen to the occasion BEAUTIFULLY but here’s where the cavalry comes in...Laura isn’t alone.
(The fans start to grow in anticipation as Levi cracks his neck.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Star and David...have brought me in to handle the day to day operations of PWS. So while Laura Phoenix is busting her ass to give you THE. BEST. entertainment she can. I’ll be in her corner like Mick, baby. Crossing eyes and dotting q’s or whatever! As YOUR...NEW...CHIEF OPERATING OFFICER…*AND*...PRESIDENT!!! So you wanna blame this tournament and battle royal on anyone? Blame it on ME. But just trust me on this one…
...you’re in...for a HELLUVA ride!
(“True Believers” by Bouncing Souls hits the PA system as the fans give him a hero's welcome as we fade to commercial break.)
Sierra Williams v T-Rexi
Our opening contest sees the perfect apex predator hand crafted by years of evolution to be the absolute blueprint of being the perfect cold blooded killing machine...versus a T-Rex. Sierra Williams leaned in the corner with her arms crossed and an unamused eyebrow raised as the “T-Rex'' struggled to get through the ropes until it finally flopped to the ground and slowly rolled under the bottom rope...then holding out it’s hand for the referee to help it up. Once it was, the match was on. And by the match being on, I mean Sierra charging forward swinging wildly as the T-Rex screeched and flailed it’s arms trying to run away from her. For just a brief, breaking kayfabe moment, the T-Rex head went askew and it couldn’t see where it was going which gave Sierra the advantageous position of meeting it the other way with a big pendulum backbreaker! As T-Rexi rolled around, half in pain and half not able to right itself, Sierra sized it up from the opposite corner. And once T-Rexi found its way to its knees, it’s met with a huge Nova Bomb running kick!
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WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE BATTLE ROYAL - SIERRA WILLIAMS!!!
JR Freeman: What a WHIRLWIND night of action we have in store for you folks, and we’re just getting started! Who KNOWS wh-
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!!”
(The fans go absolutely mental as “Nihilist” by Architects blasts over the PA system and the fans start literally shaking the protective screens separating them from the ring and ringside area...until one of them surprisingly breaks!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: SECURITY BREACH!!!
JR Freeman: Fans we love your passion and adoration for our champion but for God’s sakes STAY SAFE!!!
(But the surprise wouldn’t end there as jumping through the opening and sliding into the ring dressed surprisingly casual in ratty jeans, an Amon Amarth t-shirt, ratty Chuck Taylors, but still wearing one of his ever-so-fashionable masks stalks a rather unhinged Mack McKane as he lifts his shirt...which was concealing the PWS World Championship...as he takes it off and sets it on the turnbuckle in the corner looking lovingly into it as the song cuts out...Mack is handed a microphone.)
Mack McKane: One year...I spent one...full year...of my life. Biting, scratching, clawing, BLEEDING...for this. One year of putting myself through endless torment and unspeakable danger just for a SHOT to rise above my station and PROVE...I weren’t worthless, innit? To PROVE to you ALL...I weren’t just some street rat from Camden town. An’ I did it...WE did it…
(The fans are going absolutely insane chanting “MACK MC-KANE!” as security doubles up near the open hole in the barricade from fans trying to jump it to get in the ring with him.)
Mack McKane: An’ in ALL THAT TIME...I thought NOTHING...would mean more to me than this little crumpet. That is until...until I decided to culture meself a little more. Until I decided to attend a small art exhibit...and as I stood there amongst the bourgeoisie looking down on me...SPITTING at me...because my style didn’t exactly FIT in with their style. Little did I know...my world would change.
(That gets a respectful round of applause and a small “WE LOVE MATTIE!” chant)
Mack McKane: I was set upon...by a fiery latina in a form fitting dress. And she danced around me fawning over my apparel but little could she know she’d dulled every vibrant stroke of color she made for that room. She bewitched my mind and ensnared my senses in a way I have never nor WILL I ever encounter again. And in that moment...that one beautiful...hopeless moment. I knew I was hers to do with as she pleased. Would she have told me to open my own veins to prove my fealty, I would have painted the alleyways of New York red with mine own crimson hue.
(As morbid as that was, it gets an “AWWWW” from the fans in attendance.)
JR Freeman: That’s what I love about Mack McKane, you would never know how eloquent he is from looking at him.
Alfonso Banks: ...I don’t understand half of what he says.
JR Freeman: And in that, partner, I find no surprise.
(Mack pressed his forehead to the title and flung himself out of the corner pulling at his own hair and ripping his face mask, throwing it across the ring to reveal blood crusted around his nose as he bashed his own face into an adjacent turnbuckle again before snarling.)
Mack McKane: ...and so you can IMAGINE...when she was STOLEN FROM ME...THE FERVENT AGONY I FELT. And you can IMAGINE THE UNMITIGATED RAGE...I FELT when I DISCOVERED THE SNAKE RESPONSIBLE!!! And yet BOTH of those PALE IN COMPARISON...TO THE EMOTION I’M FEELING...KNOWING THAT HE IS STILL ALIVE AND UNPUNISHED!!!
(Mack swings back around wildly grabbing the title off the turnbuckle and grabbing the cameraman up on the apron and pulling him in for an unexpected close-up.)
Mack McKane: So you set your little playback machines...and you echo this moment in eternity. Russow...Phoenix...whoever. I have done...EVERYTHING you’ve asked of me. I’ve even agreed to this gobshite-ridden little tourney of yours...fuck it...I’ll bleed whoever you put in front of me. But now? And I want you...to hear me as CLEAR as day on this one, innit? Now I’m asking you...for ONCE and ONE THING ONLY…
...give him to me...or get the fook outta my way, savvy?
(The fans start rabidly slapping the barricades again screaming in support of Mack as Mack catches his breath and wipes the blood from his face.)
Mack McKane: Because Everett Jacobs...WILL bleed dry. It’s just up to you to decide if you profit off it or not. Don’t...try...to stop me. You have seen what happens...when people do, innit?
(Mack lets go of the cameraman and slings the title over his shoulder as we quickly cut to commercial.)
Laura Phoenix: Alright peeps, time to talk about the next round of matches that will be on the very next episode of Riot. On top of those that win tonight, the winner of the next 4 matches will also be moving on to the Elimination Battle. We have 8 individuals that remain in our little bingo tumbler here, those names are Lachlan Kane, Morgan Baker, Aiden Reynolds, Richard Rider, Dawn Warren, Kazimir Moskowitz, Alexis Makarios and one more individual who we will find out all about later tonight. I promise you don’t want to miss that.
(Laura gives the tumbler a quick spin and reaches in and grabs ahold of two of the names)
Laura Phoenix: Alright, our first match announcement is....one half of the PWS Tag Team Champions, Aiden Reynolds taking on...Kazimir Moskowitz.
(She reaches back in for the next two.)
Laura Phoenix: Our next match is Lachlan Kane taking on....Dawn Warren.
(She smirks as she grabs two more names and laughs a bit as she goes on.)
Laura Phoenix: Well...Richard Rider will have another shot at taking on Morgan Baker.
(And with that she doesn’t even have to read the last 2 off.)
Laura Phoenix: And last but not least, Miss Alexis Makarios will have to wait til later to find out who she will be facing on the next Riot. But don’t fret none, Lexi...you won’t have to wait to find out your fate long.
(She straightens up after a quick glare and smiles at the camera.)
Laura Phoenix: There ya go everyone, 4 matches already set for next Riot and I’m sure more will come. We have a few newcomers to still introduce and Dishonored is shaping up to be awesome.
Alanah O'Connell v Cleo Phillips
(The match starts out with Cleo taking control over the sweet Alanah. Cleo works Alanah over for a few minutes before Alanah is able to take advantage of the momentum, and take control for herself! A well timed Roundhouse Kick knocks Cleo to the ground, where Alanah wastes NO TIME hopping on her for the pin!)
1...2...NO KICKOUT!
(Cleo kicked out, but barely. Alanah is on her knees, showing some frustration. As she starts to get back to her feet, suddenly Alexis Makarios's music "MZ HYDE'' by Halestorm blares over the speakers! Alanah jumps to her feet and looks around, waiting to see Alexis and ready for a fight from any angle. But no Alexis to be seen. The music fades out and the focus goes back in the ring. Alanah was still looking around, waiting for Alexis to try and attack her from behind. During this moment of distraction, Cleo, who had gotten to her feet, was standing behind Alanah and took full advantage of the distraction and connected with a devastating SET IT OFF and went for the pin!)
1...2...3!!!
(Cleo gets to her feet and has her hand raised. Alanah lays on her back in the middle of the ring for a moment. Cleo starts her way up the ramp staring down the culprit as Alexis Makarios comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp paying Cleo no mind. She glares down towards Alanah with a small smirk on her face, proud of her work. Alanah sits up and sees Alexis, and gets mad.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis just toyed with Alanah's qualifier match... and she seems proud!
JR Freeman: I mean... you kinda can't PROVE it was her... but it probably was. She knocked Alanah out of the tournament, and Alanah looks PISSED.
Alfonso Banks: Can you blame her?
(Cleo gets to the top of the ramp and passes by Alexis. Cleo stares her down but Alexis looks her up and down real fast, before brushing her off and focusing back on Alanah in the ring. Cleo rolls her eyes, and shakes her head, before heading backstage.)
Alfonso Banks: I can't tell if Cleo is thankful for the help, or irritated by Alexis's involvement?
JR Freeman: Maybe a bit of both. She probably feels she didn't need the help.
Alfonso Banks: But it's not like Alexis got involved directly. She didn't lay a finger on each. And if Alanah is gonna let a little music distract her, maybe she doesn't belong in the tournament to begin with.
JR Freeman: Harsh words.
WINNER = CLEO PHILLIPS
*Commercial Break*
(The cameras cut backstage to where Alanah O’Connell has just come back from her match as she’s getting looked over by the medic on duty with Jack Russow glued to her side holding her hand.)
Jack Russow: You’ll be alright, love...FUCKING Alexis, I can’t BELIEVE what’s gotten into her lately!
Alanah O'Connell: It’s fine, I’m OK. Just...mad that I let myself get so easily distracted like that.
(She shook her head, the anger and frustration visible on her face.)
Alanah O'Connell: But trust me, she’ll get hers soon enough. If she wants to cost me my chance at a title…
(The threat hung in the air as Alanah’s voice got dangerously low, to the point where even Jack’s eyes widened at the sudden change in her demeanor. He looks around a little freaked.)
Jack Russow: Did...did it legit just get colder in here? Like I feel like it’s COLDER in here…
(Alanah snaps out of her dark mood, and smiles up at Jack shaking her head a little. Somewhere down the hallway, they hear the sounds of approaching footsteps as they both look up to see Malachi striding towards them with a thunderous expression on his face with Bella racing to keep up with him. He completely ignores Jack as he looks over Alanah’s face for any signs of injury.)
Malachi: You alright, kid?
Alanah O'Connell: I’m fine. Embarrassed, but I’ll recover.
Bella Madison: I don’t know what the hell has crawled up her ass. This is not like her at all.
Malachi: Fuck that redheaded bitch. She’s gonna regret screwing with us-
Jack Russow: Yeah and fuck Phillips too! Cheap shootin’ little bitch. She’s got a receipt comin’ for that one.
(Malachi shoots an icy glare over his shoulder in Jack’s direction.)
Malachi: This is a family discussion, if you don’t mind.
Jack Russow: Actually I do mind...she IS my family. And you’re gonna have to come to grips with that eventually.
(Mal turns his attention fully onto Jack, squaring up to the young Russow.)
Malachi: You fuckin’ think so, do you?
Jack Russow: I do. And I think if you’re expecting me to just disappear, you’re fuckin’ high.
(Alanah tugs on Jack’s hand, pleading with him.)
Alanah O'Connell: Jack, please...not now.
Bella Madison: I’m gonna have to second Alanah here. You both need to chill the fuck out.
Jack Russow: No! I’m sick of his bullshit acting like we’re not a real thing! Lach is happy for us, I don’t know what the fuck THIS gargoyle’s problem is but he’s getting over it FAST!
Malachi: I ain’t getting over SHIT! You fuckin’ think you can tell me-
(Just then a loud voice booms from behind them)
Laura Phoenix: THAT’S ENOUGH! Fuckin’ Christ, I am in my office trying to get shit finished and I hear you two out here cluckin like a bunch of fucking hens. You both have matches coming up that you should be preparing for, instead of yelling like petulant 4 year olds. In fact, Jack, your match is coming up next, so I suggest you get moving and Malachi, you get to whatever you need to do to prepare for Miles.
(We actually hear “KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!” blast on the PA system on the other side of the curtain as Jack turns back and gives Alanah a soft, passionate kiss as he pulls away pressing foreheads with her before cracking his neck and hopping up the ramp turning around and mouthing “WATCH HOW IT’S DONE” before turning and bouncing through the curtain. We see Bella and Alanah calm Malachi down from trying to go after him as Malachi turns his attention back to Alanah before he goes off to prepare for his match, like he was ordered to. Both Laura and Bella sigh, sitting down next to Alanah.)
Bella Madison: I fucking swear...those two...
(Alanah shrugs her shoulders.)
Alanah O'Connell: Eh, I’m kinda used to it. You should hear when Lach and Mal get going. Even still...I have a feeling this isn’t going to end anytime soon.
(Laura looks at the girls for a moment and then back down the hall. The slight grin on her face turns into almost a full blown evil smile with a laughter behind it.)
Laura Phoenix: Actually...I have an idea.
(The girls turn to her with a look of curiosity on both their faces as we go out to the arena.)
Jack Russow v Alexander King
(The match starts with both men standing across from each other. The ref checks both for weapons and calls for the bell. The two men stare each other down for a moment, Jack smirks a bit and extends his head a little, pointing to his cheek, as if giving King the first shot. King slapped the taste out of Jack. The crowd let out a loud gasp and boos. Jack turned his head back towards King, adjusted his jaw a bit, and let out an almost psychotic laugh.)
Alfonso Banks: That's... kinda creepy.
JR Freeman: Jack Russow just got the taste slapped out of his mouth... and he laughed...
Alfonso Banks: Like father, like son.
(King, taken aback, throws a punch at the crazed Russow, who blocks it and delivers a hard right of his and takes immediate control. He maintains control, and appears to be having some fun with it. At about the 10 minute mark, he attempts to hit a NOVEMBER PAIN, however King rolls out of the way last minute and Jack bounces off the mat! King takes advantage and goes for a pin!)
1... KICKOUT!
(Jack kicks out almost instantly. He glares up at King, gets up to his feet, and connects with a superkick! Instead of going for a pin, Jack picks up the downed King and puts him in the Desolation Row! King fights it at first, but then hesitantly taps out.)
WINNER = JACK RUSSOW
(Previously recorded to air on Riot)
(The scene opens up in a lavishly furnished office somewhere in downtown New Orleans, where Harrison Jacobs and Charles Cormier are standing in front of a large oak desk, talking with each other quietly, when the heavy glass door opens and in strides Everett Jacobs, his bodyguard following close behind him. It’s the first time he’s been seen since the events at Destiny, and he has a large smile on his face as he comes to stand with his father and Charles.)
Everett Jacobs: Well Dad, I imagine you’re calling this meeting because you’re excited to hear about the financial boon you’ve been raking in from this PWS venture.
(Harrison merely quirks an eyebrow, while Charles just folds his arms across his chest and leans back on the desk to observe.)
Everett Jacobs: Even despite this whole virus thing, PWS has been making money hand over fist! Why, the revenue stream from Destiny alone-
Harrison Jacobs: Ah yes, Destiny. It’s funny you should bring that up…
(The Jacobs patriarch looks less than pleased as he stares daggers through his son, who now looks a little concerned.)
Harrison Jacobs: While I will admit, it was an….interesting show, there was one scene in particular that caught my attention.
(Everett visibly swallows, even as he tries to keep his composure. Harrison reaches on the desk for a remote control, which he points to a screen mounted on the wall. Already cued up and ready to go is the scene from the war at Destiny where Spinelli reveals Everett was the financial backer and planner behind the kidnapping of Mattie. Everett’s eyes go wide and he visibly pales as he turns back to look at his father, stuttering and stammering.)
Everett Jacobs: Well, it was….I mean….it was something….the ratings were-
(Harrison raises his hand, cutting Everett off mid-sentence.)
Harrison Jacobs: Don’t give me your pathetic excuses, boy. You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know that you set this entire thing up just so you could attempt to exert your control over poor Matilda? I had to go groveling to Laura Phoenix to try and repair the damage that you’ve done to my business. Luckily for you, she’s a very reasonable woman, and wishes to continue our working relationship.
(Everett lets out a sigh of relief.)
Harrison Jacobs: With a few provisions, of course.
(He gestured to the door, and Everett turned around to see none other than Laura Phoenix come walking in, a folder under her arm. She walks up to Harrison and they share a handshake, as do her and Charles. She turns and levels Everett with the most professional “fuck you” gaze she can muster.)
Laura Phoenix: ‘Ello, Everett. Fancy seeing you here.
(Everett pales even further, and Charles smiles a little at his discomfort while Harrison continues on.)
Harrison Jacobs: See, I was just going to cut off your trust fund and leave you to your own devices after your little stunt, but Ms. Phoenix here came up with a most interesting way for you to repay your transgressions.
Laura Phoenix: Yes, indeed I have. You see, when your father and Mattie’s dad showed up last week, I was waiting on something very similar to what I have had to deal with when it came to you. Instead, I found out really quick that he is actually a very kind individual who doesn’t have a corrupt bone in his body. I was quick to judge, and I apologize for that Mr. Jacobs. I should have reached out to you a lot sooner. But you, Everett...what you did, I would have every right to feed your ass directly to the man who wants to gut like the bitch you are. I warned you, I’ve played this game a lot longer than you. And while I consider myself a fair person, I also have a bit of an evil streak about as long as that yellow streak on your back.
(Laura leans on the desk and crosses her arms in front of her.)
Laura Phoenix: So, starting right now, you are a contracted wrestler with PWS. You will compete on a regular basis and if you don’t...well…
(Everett was speechless for a moment, his jaw hanging open before he became extremely indignant, looking towards his father.)
Everett Jacobs: You can’t let her do this! I’m not even trained in that barbaric sport!
(Harrison simply shrugs his shoulders, folding his hands together on top of his desk.)
Harrison Jacobs: Then consider your trust fund cut off.
(Everett gapes at his father, before turning his gaze to Laura who pushes the contract across the desk towards him. With his head hung low in resignation, Everett picks up the pen and reluctantly signs the contract. Laura grabs it as soon as he’s finished and looks it over.)
Laura Phoenix: Thank you for your cooperation. I suggest you get your ass back to Vegas as soon as possible because what I have in store for you....you’ll wish I let Mack just do away with you from word ‘go’.
(Laura turns and shakes hands with Harrison and Charles, before her cellphone goes off with ‘I HOPE YOU SUFFER!’ At that sound, Everett visibly flinches, indescribable fear filling his face.)
Laura Phoenix: Gentlemen, if you excuse me. I must take this. Pleasure doing business.
(As she picks up the folder and heads out of the office, we can see Everett turning to his father, pleading with him as the scene fades out)
Montgomery Creed v Dickie Watson
What looked to be a mismatch on paper was an even more perplexing mismatch in execution as Dickie Watson’s entrance rendition of “Brand New Numb'' lasted almost longer than the match itself. There were times when it seemed like the massive leader of the Rebelution was going to have Dickie right where he wanted him but it seemed like for most of his offense, the Molotov had a response. Creed hoisted Dickie into a military press which would see Dickie slide out the backdoor and hit a poisoned hurricanrana on his way down, taking the big man off his feet. As he got to his knees he was hit with a spiked hurricanrana from the young mystery man from The Commonwealth! Creed staggers his way over to the corner where Dickie aims for him to SNAPCHAT THIS! But fortunately for Creed, his massive size let him catch Dickie and throw him across the ring! Dickie bounds back up and rushes to the corner LEAPING up onto the top and flying off with a diving crossbody which also sees him caught in midair as Creed crashes him down with a big double claw chokeslam! But the scrappy little skid bravely shot his shoulder up at two and a half with everything he had! As Creed picked him up carrying him around preparing for The Rebelution...Dickie managed to slide out the back and send Creed face first into the turnbuckle! Creed dropped to one knee as Dickie found his way to springboard his way into a variation of his A LA FINNLENA curb stomp! As the massive Texan’s head bounced off the canvas, Dickie was already on the top rope flying off with pure, unfiltered ADRENALINE!
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WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE BATTLE ROYAL - DICKIE WATSON!
(The cameras cut to the back where Claire Anderson was standing outside of a locker room.)
Claire Anderson: Hello, PWS:Apex Fans. I'm standing outside the locker room of one Alexis Makarios, recent inductee into the PWS Hall of Fame, to see if we can get an answer from her.
(Claire knocked on the door, an annoyed Alexis answered.)
Alexis Makarios: What?
Claire Anderson: I have a couple of questions for you regarding what happened earlier tonight...
(Alexis rolled her eyes a little and shut the door behind her. Claire held the mic towards herself.)
Claire Anderson: Alexis... Everyone is wondering what you think about your spot in the tournament next week.
Alexis Makarios: You mean I get to face the rich boy who has never thrown a punch a day in his life? Talk about an EASY win. They might as well just hand me a spot in the Battle Royal. But it's finally time that something went my way around here.
Claire Anderson: You seem confident... But another thing people are wondering is why you...
(Alexis cut her off.)
Alexis Makarios: Why I got involved in Alanah's match? See... first thing... you can't really prove it was me. Anyone with access to the sound booth... or the money to pay someone with access... could have played my music.
Claire Anderson: So you are saying it wasn't you?
Alexis Makarios: I didn't say that. I'm just saying there's the possibility. But regardless, if she is gonna let herself be distracted that easily, she didn't deserve to go on to that battle royal anyways. She didn't deserve to be in the tournament at all if ya ask me... but hey... sometimes ya gotta fill ranks with who ya have. But I was rather tickled pink to see her lose in such a manner, I just HAD to come out and share that moment with her.
Claire Anderson: That's... actually kind of cruel. To taunt her failures in that way.
(Alexis scoffs.)
Alexis Makarios: And the best part is... she is just way too much of a nicey nice to retaliate.
Claire Anderson: She slapped you real good last week...
Alexis Makarios: That's different. Anyone can react when provoked face to face... which was a lot of fun by the way. But she wouldn't dare try and pay me back for this. She's just too much of a goody two shoes. She's gonna sit around and cry about it, make everyone feel bad for her, so they will step up and fight her battle for her. That's how she operates.
(Seemingly as if on cue we see the Russow Lawn Gator drive past until we hear the tires screech and the beeping of it backing up slowly as Levi puts it in park and stares at Alexis for a moment.)
Alexis Makarios: What? Gonna come to lit-
The Iceman Levi Russow: Y’know...I could do...EXACTLY what you’re expecting me to do. Maybe give Alanah a second chance, Hell, MAYBE just give her YOUR spot in general.
Alexis Makarios: *tsk* Like a Russ-
The Iceman Levi Russow: INSTEAD I’M GONNA TELL YOU TO QUIT’CHER BITCHIN’ AND EATIN’ UP ALL MY GODDAMN AIRTIME!!! You got the Main Event next week. Just SHUT up. SHOW up. And do your JOB. Or so help me GOD...I will FEED YOU TO GONZALO THE LION VERSION 3!!!
(With that, Levi clicks the lawn gator into gear and flips his hair at her like a valley girl, and tries to drive off in a huff...only he still has it in reverse so he flies backwards out of frame before clicking it into drive...slowly pulling back up into frame...and giving an even more intense “HMPH!” hair flip as he drives off down the hall...but not before screaming one last “...HOMEWRECKER!!!”)
Miles Kasey v Malachi
JR Freeman: Fans our main event of the evening is one you’ve all been waiting for ever since both of these men were signed.
Alfonso Banks: To say there’s “bad blood” between these two is like saying the Great Wall of China is made of Legos.
JR Freeman: ...that’s absurd but oddly makes sense, Alf. A blood feud that started presumably for the hand of PWS United Champion Bella Madison, this has come close to boiling over on MULTIPLE occasions!
(“Firestarter” by The Prodigy starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat. He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand springboarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!)
JR Freeman: BOUNDLESS energy exudes from the young Miles Kasey who electrifies arenas empty OR full no matter where he goes!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t like him...he’s too cocky.
JR Freeman: I believe that’s just jealousy because you pull muscles simply watching him, partner.
(The quiet beginning of “Blood//Water” by grandson begins playing through the speakers as Malachi enters the arena to a rousing chorus of boos. He simply stares around at the crowd with a look of utter disdain as he walks down the ramp towards the ring, climbing the steps and entering through the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his arms to the side while staring out at the crowd again as his music fades away.)
Alfonso Banks: Now THIS! THIS is my guy! I hope he smacks that smirk off Kasey’s face for GOOD!
JR Freeman: The former PWS World Heavyweight Champion certainly doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for much chit-chat.
(As Malachi hops off the turnbuckle he turns around and he’s already face to face with Miles in the center of the ring as they start jaw-jacking each other until the referee forces his way in between them pushing them to their neutral corners where they shed their entrance gear and stretch out. Once the referee feels they’re both good to go, he calls for the bell!)
JR Freeman: There will be no love lost and no quarter given in this dynamic duel of the deities!
Alfonso Banks: Okay SERIOUSLY, JR…WHO…*TALKS*...LIKE THAT!?
JR Freeman: Perhaps your vernacular would be more expansive if you ever opened a book that didn’t involve a centerfold, Alf. OH AND HERE WE GO!
(It certainly didn’t take long and as expected there wasn’t a whole bunch of daring stunts or unworldly technical prowess as the two titans opted to instead just try and bludgeon the others brains out as hard as they could raining down blows until the referee, throwing caution to the wind, breaks them up and gives them a warning. As the referee is admonishing them, Malachi underhandedly snaps off a superkick and falls into a cover!)
1!
2-KICKOUT!
(Miles kicks out with a VENGEANCE as he kips up to his feet! Malachi doesn’t want to give him an inch so he tries a back sweep of the legs which Miles dodges by brilliantly back handstanding himself over it attempting a stiff spinning chest kick of his own which Malachi barely manages to catch the foot of Kasey as he stands up holding Kasey in place smirking at him as he backflips Kasey into a belly flop and when Kasey painfully pops back up to his knees, Malachi throws a massive kick of his own which Kasey avoids by ducking headfirst under it and front flipping up into a standing position and viciously back kicking Malachi in the face in the process, screaming like a madman as the fans go wild!)
JR Freeman: I stand corrected! Looks like there’s a little glow in the getty-up after all!
Alfonso Banks: JR I hate to admit it...but I think you’re right.
JR Freeman: I frequently am, but about what Alf?
Alfonso Banks: ...just WATCHING those two move like that makes my bones ache.
(Miles beats on Malachi for a two count until he pulls him up and screams for the end! He runs into the ropes and flies backwards looking for the Blast From The Past but Malachi manages to power him in place instead dropping him down into an atomic drop! Miles holds his nethers for a moment doubled over as Malachi points a finger pistol to the back of his head then slashes his throat before hopping over the ropes and flying back in with a slingshot cutter!)
1!
2!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
JR Freeman: OH AND A BIG KICKOUT FROM KASEY!
Alfonso Banks: That move would have downed a lesser man!
(Malachi slaps the mat angrily yelling at the ref before pulling Miles up screaming for the end as he looks for Pure Malice! But when he gets Miles up onto his shoulder to throw into the Emerald Flowsion he’s taken aback by Miles swinging himself onto his feet instead as Miles kicks him in the stomach and hoists him up looking for his Hail To The Queen! But as Miles gets him up onto HIS shoulder, Malachi kicks his legs fiercely towards the ropes hooking them in and rolling forward sending both men crashing out to the floor!)
JR Freeman: OH...MIOS...DIOS!!!!
Alfonso Banks: THESE TWO COULD BE TAKING YEARS OFF EACH OTHERS CAREERS AND THEY DO NOT CARE!!!
(The referee begins his count!)
1!
2!
3!
(Both men have stirred as Malachi tries to slide into the ring but he’s stopped by Miles pulling him back out as they start slugging it out again!)
4!
5!
6!
(Miles thumbs Malachi in the eyes and HE tries to slide into the ring but Malachi grabs his foot as a last ditch effort locking him in an ankle lock!)
7!
8!
(Miles kicks back out of the ankle lock as both men knock each other against the barricade!)
9!
(Both men look at each other and dart towards the ring! They start to slide i-)
10!!!
DING DING DING!!!
(Both men lie on the mat holding their hands out looking up at the referee pleading but the referee has called for the bell and waived the match off!)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, due to neither of the competitors being able to answer the count of ten, the referee has ruled this...a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!!!
(There is a swarm of boo’s and a chant of “FIVE MORE MINUTES!” starts up as Miles and Malachi are absolutely screaming at each other all the way back up to their feet where they start viciously shoving each other back and forth until it erupts into another brawl! The timekeeper keeps ringing the bell as the fans are booing and still chanting “FIVE MORE MINUTES!!!” as security pours out from the back to try and pull both men apart! Milo gets loose and DIVES onto the pile of security holding Malachi back getting a few good shots in until he’s pulled back only for Malachi to get HIS turn to wriggle loose and fire off some shots of his own! It’s chaos incarnate in the arena…)
“WE ARE THE TRUE BELIEVERS!!!!”
JR Freeman: THANK GOD!
Alfonso Banks: DEAR GOD.
(“True Believers” by The Bouncing Souls hits as Levi Russow bolts his way down the ramp and shoves both men back into the arms of their respective security as they’re yelling at Levi...Levi is yelling at them...they’re yelling at each other...and Levi suddenly grabs a microphone.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Enough, ENOUGH!!! SHHHHUT UP, *BOTH* OF YOU!!!
(The fans alternate a chant of “FIVE MORE MINUTES!” with “THANK YOU ICEMAN!” as Levi runs his hand through his hair.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: I gave you BOTH...a GOLDEN opportunity! I gave you both a SHOT...and like PETULANT CHILDREN...you THREW IT AWAY! So HERE’S what we’re gonna do!
(Levi catches his breath absolutely seething towards both of them as they’re screaming their cases at him.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...there’s not gonna BE…”Five More Minutes”! There’s not gonna BE any “restart”! YOU wanted your chances...I *GAVE* them to you! And you PISSED them away! FOR *WHAT*!? For your petty squabbling!? For some immature grade school BULLSHIT!? No no no...if you can’t be PROFESSIONAL...if you can’t be RESPECTABLE...you can SIT ON THE SIDELINES!!!
JR Freeman: WHAT!?
Alfonso Banks: WHAT IS HE SAYING!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: This match...will REMAIN a Double Count-Out!...and NEITHER of your sorry asses are going to the battle royal! Welcome to the NEW era of PWS! NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA MY SIGHT!!!
(Both men are led away taking turns still screaming at Levi and each other as Levi has to listen to a chorus of boo’s from his unpopular decision.)
Alfonso Banks: I can’t believe I’m saying this but...I have to agree with a RUSSOW!
JR Freeman: Well it looks like there’s a new law in the land and it’s gonna be upheld with a red right hand! I’m not sure I’d wanna be on Papa Bear Russow’s bad side on NIGHT ONE, partner!
Alfonso Banks: I can’t wait to see what we have in store for next week!
JR Freeman: It’s gonna be one helluva show if tonight was any indication, partner! Folks, for Alfonso Banks...I’m JR Freeman. We’ll see YOU...next time we start a Riot!!!
(c) PWS: Apex 2020