Post by Star Stormz on Sept 2, 2020 3:17:19 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot
Las Vegas, NV
Tuesday, September 1st, 2020
(“Trials” by Starset suddenly cuts as we cut backstage to absolute calamity as Levi Russow is running around the hall barking orders at security guards.)
Levi Russow: FIND HIM. And for the love of FFFFUCKIN’ GOD...WHERE...IS AKUMA!?!?
(Medics rush in as the camera floats behind Levi and over his shoulder we see the hallway leading to the ring littered with the bodies of Panos Diakos, Moondust, Summer Paige AND Benjamin Maddox...and a grunting, bleeding Mud holding his head next to Skip’s legs sticking straight up out of a laundry cart.)
Levi Russow: *sigh* So...THIS is what it feels like when no one follows your orders. I...I may owe Star a phone call.
JR Freeman: WHAT CARNAGE! WHAT CHAOS! WHAT...THE HELL IS GOIN’ ON!?
Alfonso Banks: Whaddya THINK is going on!? You honestly can’t think of ANYONE that would do this to send a message?certain
JR Freeman: ...this does have an air of a certain champion we all know and love…
Alfonso Banks: Speak for yourself, JR. The man is a psychotic...sadistic...TERRIFYING rule breaker and I would like to speak to our manager!
JR Freeman: Well while you’re being a Karen we’re gonna get this all sorted out...I suppose we have a NEW opening match.
Panos Diakos vs Moondust - No Contest
Summer Paige & Benjamin Maddox vs Skip ‘N Mud - No Contest
Richard Rider v Morgan Baker
JR Freeman: There’s strange things and violence afoot, Alf. Let’s kick it off with a man who actually threatened to SUE the El Presidente, Levi Russow, for having to face this young girl!
Alfonso Banks: ...someone start the stopwatch, Rider is gonna take Morgan Baker to school!
(Things started a bit tense with Rider taunting the young Morgan, trying to goad her into making a mistake but the young upstart doesn’t budge as they finally lock up and in a dirty tactic, Rider sweeps Morgan’s leg as she falls to the mat only to be met immediately with a standing corkscrew moonsault for a close two count! Rider is getting more and more upset as the ever resilient Baker just won’t stay down! He lifts her up by the head but she slides quickly between his legs and as he’s turning around he turns directly into a HARD flying forearm that staggers him back to the corner. Morgan runs for a splash but Rider moves at the last second and the poor girl crashes shoulder first through the turnbuckle. She staggers around and is suddenly being hugged as Rider screams “LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!” but before he can hit the big C4, she floats over him in a headscissors and comes down with a QUICK Evenflow DDT.)
JR Freeman: NOW’S THE TIME YOUNG LADY! GRAB THAT BRASS RING!!!
(Morgan is slowly trying to struggle her way up to the top rope to go for the keepsake Halestorm. But when she’s finally in position, Rider has gotten to his feet and he rushes the corner pushing her legs to sit her down on the top rope. He then takes a moment to taunt as he frequently does before taking one step up on the bottom turnbuckle...only to be surprised with Morgan leaping over him catching him with her legs and delivering a MASSIVE Trouble In Paradise OFF THE SECOND ROPE!)
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WINNER BY PINFALL - MORGAN BAKER
(The camera opens backstage to the sultry vixen Heather Haze, looking all smiles in her snazzy tight-fitting turquoise mini dress with her APEX PWS Collateral Damage Championship belt over her left shoulder as she struts right into the women's locker room like she owns the place. She exchanges several glances at some of the APEX PWS developmental female talents who give her all kinds of dirty looks..but she doesn't seem to be bothered by them all too much as the brunette wanders through the room until she finds Alexis Makarios sitting on a bench, taping up her wrists. Heather then takes a seat on the bench next to her, crossing her legs over in front of her while flashing away her pearly whites.)
Heather Haze: Why Hello there, Ms. Makarios... This may sound all so silly, but I don't believe we've been properly acquainted. I mean I’m sure a world class athlete and a legend like yourself has heard of me by now.
(Heather then smiles almost cordially, flicking her hair back.)
Heather Haze: Heather Haze. (Looking at the belt) Two-time Collateral Damage Champion and Rising star Award winner. Pleased to meet ya.
(Alexis smirked a little and stood up.)
Alexis Makarios: Oh yes, I have heard of you. A Lot actually. Gotta say, quite impressed with your work out there. All those insane matches the head “bitch” in charge has put you through. And yet… you still stand there holding that title proudly. Gotta say, you have my respect. And that’s not something I can truthfully say about many in this company lately. I can actually count how many people here I respect on 1 hand… and have fingers left over…
(Heather can’t stop gushing from the praises as she places her hands to her chest and blushes.)
Heather Haze: Thank you for those kind words, Ms. Makarios. I am truly honored and touched by your beautiful words. See, a little respect goes a long way. And to think It’s pretty sad how we get treated around here by the ‘bitch’ boss in charge and her little kiss ass cronies who have nothing better to do than to be angry at us just because we speak the truth.
(Heather makes a disgusted face, almost that of a scowl before shaking her head.)
Heather Haze: I mean you were the first ever APEX PWS World champion and the ONLY female in this company to ever do so winning such a prestigious belt like that, and bringing such honor to it when you held it. You have defended that belt selflessly against all comers, and you did in a spectacular dominant fashion as you broke down every gender barrier, without so much as taking a sick day. Can Allanah say the same during her boring, forgettable reign as United Champion? Can Bella say the same with hers? I don’t fucking think so. And that’s why they are ALL so jealous, and so bitter, and so resentful of all our success and all our accomplishments because all they know is to just come up with some of the most lame ass excuses and get handed everything to them on a silver platter because of their parents, and boyfriends of their parents, while we are the real work horses around here having to slog, scratch and claw through everything in life just to earn some damn respect around here. Don’t you agree with me??
(Alexis nodded in agreement.)
Alexis Makarios: I couldn’t have said it better myself! I’m just glad that there is someone back here who sees exactly what I see. So many people around here are blinded. But us… we know the truth. I like you, Haze. You don’t play games and you call it like you see it. You are gonna go far here… if you can break through their barriers. And if anyone around here can, besides me, it’s you. Ya know, I can’t believe we haven’t ever had a conversation before.
(Heather nodded her head in agreement as well.)
Heather Haze: I can’t either, but I’ve had it up to here with all of their BS! Someone has to bring this all into the light, and I can’t think of anyone better than the both of us to step up against all their BS. You see, I did that once with Bella when I bought up her ‘fake panic attack’ at Demons run when she faked her way to get out of her match with Alanah. And you know what happened after that, Lexi? Do you wanna know? Ever since that day I am being punished for it unjustly and unfairly. I’ve been reduced to competing in only Deathmatches for their sick amusement just cause I got under the ‘Madison’s’ skins.
(Heather balls her fist up in rage.)
Heather Haze: And to this day I have been suffering and paying that hefty price while destroying my body in the process for their entertainment. They’ve been treating me as a joke. Deliberately cutting my microphone off, Having me attacked by a friggin idiot in a T-Rex suit on my own show, and making me compete unfairly against undeserving pricks. Like, how long can we take all this abuse with their gang pack mentality? I say we should band together and hurt em where it hurts before they hurt us. Have you ever heard the saying ‘strength in numbers’? Well, how about we do just that. How about we unite and together we take a stand to all their injustice? Because the last thing I would want is for you to end up like me.
(Alexis tilted her head to the side for a few seconds, in thought.)
Alexis Makarios: I like the sound of that… Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze… fighting the injustice of the “Family”, or the “Russow Clan” or whatever the hell they wanna call themselves this week. Consider us allies. You need anything, I got your back. Who knows… maybe we can even eyeball those nice, shiny new Tag Team Titles…
(Heather grins from ear-to-ear, liking the idea of a potential tag team.)
Heather Haze: Actually that’s a spectacular start. You can count on me to watch your back as well because there’s nobody in the company I trust more than you right now. Plus this sexy gorgeous waist of mine could definitely use some more gold. Just like I know tonight you’ll beat the ever living snot of that rich boy and then go on to win the whole damn battle royal for a shot at Mack’s World Championship belt. And Who knows maybe you might even win that thing for the 2nd time in your inspiring, hall of fame career. Before you know it we’ll have all the gold to ourselves. We’ll dominate every competition they put in front of us. The world is ours, Lexi. All we gotta do is just take it!
(Alexis nodded)
Alexis Makarios: I like this… alot. I have a good feeling about this pairing. They won’t know what hit em. Put em there, partner.
(Alexis extends her hand for a handshake. Heather looks down at Alexis' hand for a brief moment before reaching out and shaking Lexi's hand with a grin on her face.)
Heather Haze: Oh you bet they won’t see it comin’..partner.
(Heather then looked around the locker room as she crinkled up her nose.)
Heather Haze: good god it reeks out here. Y’know I wish you could have your own private dressing room instead of you changing with all these other piss ant losers in this shit hole. I know you’re trying to be a humble, locker room leader...but really you don’t owe anyone anything especially the bitches out here. You are a legend. A hall of famer. And look at how they are treating you? You are wrestling royalty and now they got you changing in a shoebox.
(Heather shook her head before a light bulb went off in her head.)
Heather Haze: I tell you, what? How about I hook you up with a proper dressing room. I have my own private RV where I hang out and just chill because trust me I wouldn’t be caught dead being in this nasty environment. Girls like us gotta roll in style. Y’know what I’m sayin?
(Alexis smirked.)
Alexis Makarios: HELL YEAH … I wouldn’t want to get cornered by someone trying to avenge miss goody two shoes…
(She grabs her duffle bag and hoists it over her shoulder.)
Alexis Makarios: I used to have my own locker room every week. But this week, they treat a Hall of Famer like garbage stating there were “issues” with all the empty locker rooms. Ugh, it’s like they just wanted me to be someplace where I would be vulnerable to a sneak attack. Sick, slimy little bastards.
(Heather would wrap her arm around Alexis Shoulder.)
Heather Haze: Exactly! Which is why I’m here, looking out for you. I know you can beat those immune compromised weaklings all by yourself...but it’s always good to have a lil’ back-up when it comes to them and their ‘gang-like-mentality’. They won’t get away with bullying us anymore..because we're gonna look out for each other.
Alexis Makarios: We sure are. Now let’s get out of this stinkhole… I can’t afford to be distracted from my match…
Heather Haze: Oh by all means. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
(The two leave the locker room together as the cameras cut. )
Lachlan Kane v Dawn Warren
JR Freeman: And now we have the self-proclaimed “Pink Puppy” of Pro Wrestling, another fresh face around here, Dawn Warren!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah but she unfortunately drew...The Scrapper. Lachlan Kane seems to have his head back on straight and that’s bad news for anyone in his eggplants way!
JR Freeman: ...Eggplant?
Alfonso Banks: I’m hip with the Internet, Freeman. Live in the now, 8-Bit.
(The two circle each other, Lach looking like a pitbull sizing up a raw steak and Dawn with a look of measured unease. Until she starts to pump herself up and suddenly screams…)
“PUPPYYYYY POWEEEEEER!”
(And before he can react Dawn has charged at Lach throwing absolute bombs as Lach is barely covering up all the way to being backed in the corner until he catches one of her arms and flips her around backing HER into the corner acting like he’s going to chop the shit out of her. He hesitates a second before she grabs him by the head and flips him into the corner giving him some hard chops! She grabs his head and snapmares him out of the corner as she hits the ropes looking for the running dropkick but as she leaps for the dropkick, Lach smoothly rolls to the side and she goes crashing into the ropes! She bounds off and floats around Lach looking for the With Great Power tilt-a-whirl DDT but Lach doesn’t go when she rotates around and instead shifts, locking her in place, and hitting her with a surprise Dying Breed! He doesn’t go for the cover! He screams it’s over as he climbs to the top rope looking for the Lach-Down but when he reaches the top she desperately grabs his legs and pulls him straight down, his rear and his head hitting the turnbuckles as he collapses on the way down and she sees her opportunity. She climbs the adjacent turnbuckle…)
JR Freeman: ¡OH MIOS DIOS! ARE WE GONNA SEE THE DUSK TO DAWN!?
(The young lady takes a deep breath and flies with all her might!...
…
...but Lachlan Kane has slid out of the way.)
JR Freeman: SHE MIGHT HAVE JUST BLOWN OUT HER KNEES THERE! SHE DIALED THE NUMBER AND NOBODY WAS HOME!!!
(Dawn’s feet crumble into the empty turnbuckle as her knees catch up and the force knocks the wind out of her...she gasps for air and rolls away but just as she’s rolled perfectly...Lachlan Kane comes out of NOWHERE with the Lach-Down!)
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WINNER BY PINFALL - LACHLAN KANE!!!
(We see Levi Russow barreling down the hallways frantically searching for something until he sees a security guard nearby and he walks up swinging him around.)
Levi Russow: UPDATE!!!
Security: Sir we...we can’t find any sign of him!
Levi Russow: What do you MEAN you can’t find any sign of him!? Didn’t you see what he did to MY OPENING MATCHES!?
Security: I-I’m sorry sir!
Levi Russow: Don’t be sorry, bitch, be ALERT!!!
(Just then a second security guard completely out of breath comes wheezing up to Levi)
Security #2: S-Sir...y-you need to...to come see this.
(Levi cracks his neck and follows the security guard to the loading dock. And as they open the door and Levi looks down into the tunnel he sees THOUSANDS of dollars worth of shattered equipment, more unconscious stage hands and enhancement talent, and in the middle of the concrete...written in red that you can pretty well tell is blood…)
“JACOBS.
NOW.”
Security #2: Wh-what do we do sir?
Levi Russow: ...I...I don’t want to do this. But get the word out...Mack McKane will be fined $25,000 dollars...and if he shows his face tonight...I’ll have to have him arrested.
Security #2: Yes sir!
(The security guards run off down the hall as Levi looks up into the night sky with a pained look on his face…)
Levi Russow: It would appear my hypocrisy knows no bounds...forgive me, family.
(With that, Levi turns and heads towards the office as we go out for our next match.)
Kazimir Moskowitz v Aiden Reynolds
(Kazimir boastfully paraded around the ring taunting Aiden and proclaiming his intent in his own unstable, mental way...Aiden was, of course, unphased. Focused on the job at hand, Aiden approaches the pacing Russian and without a word...slaps the taste straight out of his mouth. Aiden backs up as Kazimir slaps himself to hype up as he charges Aiden who effortlessly tosses him with a belly to back suplex, both men are back up with Kazi charging again looking for a big bicycle knee that Aiden side steps as Kazimir throws a spinning backfist that Aiden ducks until Aiden leg sweeps him from behind...hitting the ropes and connecting with a sliding forearm before popping up and simply throwing all his body weight in the air in a senton which misses as Kazimir narrowly slides out of the way. As Aiden crashes on the mat, the next thing he knows Kazimir has thrown himself on top of him and is viciously biting his forehead! The referee pulls them apart as Aiden pops up absolutely livid as Kazimir smiles a crimson smile as Aiden checks his head and realizes there’s a trickle of blood. Aiden looks at the blood in his hand...makes direct eye contact with Kazimir...and smears his own blood across his chest like warpaint. This appeases Kazimir who charges just far enough for Aiden to throw a low superkick to his calf dropping Kazimir to one knee as Aiden snaps him in the face with the Down Unda! Kazimir is nearly unconscious and just for good measure to send a message to the ravaging Ruskie...Aiden pulls his dead weight up and hoists him up onto his shoulders. And he screams something indiscernible before hitting that BIG Gold Coast Cutter!
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WINNER BY PINFALL - AIDEN REYNOLDS!
(We see the inside of the management office with Levi and Laura sitting at their desks. Levi with his feet on the table staring up at the ceiling and Laura sitting on the edge of her desk looking at him.)
Levi Russow: ...why do I feel...like I’m the bad guy in this situation? Like, how fucking hypocritical is it of ME...to fine a young wildling THAT much money and threaten to send him to jail?
Laura Phoenix: Because we know damn well that once upon a time, if we found ourselves in the situations that the kids have been in....the reaction would be about the same.
(Levi groans in agony and pulls out his phone to play a game to distract him muttering under his breath…)
Levi Russow: ...fuckin’ blows dude…
(Laura kinda chuckles at this but before she can reply, the door is suddenly damn near kicked off its hinges. Laura jumps a little, Levi couldn’t care less but he does look towards it and reflectively states…)
Levi Russow: Huh...so THAT’S what being on the other end of that feels like…
(Before they know it both Jack Russow and Malachi have stormed into the room, Levi and Laura...knowing what this is about...resume their relaxed demeanors.)
Laura Phoenix: ‘Ello boys. How goes your day? How can we help you?
Jack Russow: Hi there, Ms. Laura. How are you? I love what you did with your hair! By the way ARE YOU BOTH OUTTA YOUR FUCKIN’ MINDS!?!?
(Laura looks up at him, not really fazed by the outburst and looks over at Levi.)
Laura Phoenix: I told you that it’d get back to them.
Levi Russow: ‘Twas never a matter of IF...only a matter of WHEN. Now. First things first? You watch how you speak to Laura. Second things second? Throw all the temper tantrums you want...this IS happening. Call it a...social experiment.
Malachi: Listen close, shitheel. I would rather have BATTERY ACID thrown in my face before I tag with this lump of fucking useless!
Jack Russow: YEAH! I would rather throw BATTERY ACID in his face before I team with this rejected mutant Garbage Pail Kid!!!
(Malachi looks over and absolutely glares daggers at Jack.)
Malachi: You fuckin’ what, mate?
Jack Russow: ...you’re surprised?
Levi Russow: Listen, boys. We feel like you two are phenomenal talents that have just sort of been drifting lately and with us trying to forge a tag team division...we figured, “why not have a little fun, if anything they’ll be ratings gold”!
Jack Russow: ...I am LITERALLY in the battle royal to get a shot for the World Title, United Title, or the Collateral Damage title. And that’s drifting?
Levi Russow: Yes, I know, but I also raised you so I know you have the coordination and balance of a cross-eyed sloth so just IN CASE it doesn’t work out...we’re gonna try you two out in a tag match on the go-home show of Riot before Dishonored.
Laura Phoenix: And Malachi, after yours and Miles little dealio last show, you-
Levi Russow: Are Goddamn lucky to still have a job. Both of you. And as for you, Jack...if you don’t follow along and try this out? You will be on primetime drama babysitting duty for two months.
Jack Russow: ...you...can’t…
Levi Russow: Two months...of being Rosie’s bitch. She wants to put makeup on you? You better smile, whore. You will even...wear...the dresses.
(Malachi is absolutely dying laughing at this point but Laura gives him a look of steel daggers burning out of her eyes.)
Laura Phoenix: Shut it Mal, because I know Nick is looking for a reason to get out of the house with me and I will put Bella on watch duty for Aaron and you’ll get chased around by him for HOURS on end along with that crazy dog of yours. I can just hear it now “MAL, PLAY!” for hours upon hours upon hours...I mean, I would NEVER do that.
Levi Russow: Subtext: She would ABSOLUTELY love to do that to you.
Laura Phoenix: I haven’t had a good night out with my husband in a while.
Levi Russow: And so that’s where we are. And we expect you two...to be on your best behavior. Boys...this could be very beneficial for the both of you.
Jack Russow: Yeah…’bout as beneficial as getting a colonoscopy wide awake with no lube. Fuckin’ thanks for the opportunity! FUCK.
(Jack turns and storms out of the room after shooting Malachi a death glare. Malachi glares at Jack until he’s gone then he turns back absolutely snarling at Levi and Laura as Laura leans closer to him and whispers…)
Laura Phoenix: ...PLAY, MAL, PLAY!
(With that and one grotesque sneer Malachi turns and exits the room slamming the door behind him.)
Levi Russow: ...and they were worried we couldn’t handle management!
Laura Phoenix: Silly board.
(And with that, Levi goes back to his game and Laura takes a seat behind her desk flipping through her phone messages.)
Alexis Makarios v Everett Jacobs
(The show cuts back from commercial to the ring, specifically ringside)
Alfonso Banks: Welcome back, we are about to get our main event underway, and we have a guest with us tonight.
JR Freeman: Please, welcome Mattie Cormier!
(The crowd cheered. Mattie waved)
Mattie Cormier: Thanks for letting me sit here with you guys. I was just going to take a seat out in the crowd, but Laura Phoenix suggested this instead. I mean, I don’t know a lot about this wrestling stuff, so I doubt I’m going to add anything useful to the conversation, but I’m happy to be here nonetheless.
Alfonso Banks: Question is… WHY are you out here? You have a strong hate for both of these people?
JR Freeman: You don’t really seem to have an interest in either of them…
(Mattie laughed)
Mattie Cormier: Well, I may despise the both of them… but I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to see both of them attempt to murder each other.
Alfonso Banks: I guess that makes sense…
( “MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits as Alexis Makarios saunters out from the back with a smirk on her face.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first… from Sydney, Australia, She is a former PWS:APEX World Champion and Hall of Famer… ALEXIS MAKARIIIIIIIOS!!!
(The crowd boo’d, but Alexis smirked anyways, not caring. She slowly walked her way down to the ring and got in. She stood in one corner, stretching a little.)
Mattie Cormier: I honestly can’t decide who I want to lose more. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll both knock each other out and neither one will advance.
Alfonso Banks: Well, we’ve already had a double elimination with Miles Kasey and Malachi both failing to advance to the battle royal due to their match ending in a double countout.
JR Freeman: And I don’t think Laura Phoenix is too eager to reduce the numbers of that battle royal any further. I daresay we need to have a winner in this match.
Mattie Cormier: That’s a shame. Neither one of these two deserve it.
Alfonso Banks: Well, as much as you may not want to admit it, Alexis clearly has the advantage in this match. Love her or hate her, she knows her way around that ring. She is a tough competitor.
Mattie Cormier: But a shit person.
JR Freeman: Can’t deny that right now…
(I Want It All/We Will Rock You - Queen feat. Armageddon hits as Everett Jacobs comes out onto the apron, to an equally as loud chorus of boos. He was followed closely by his bodyguard)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, making his PWS:APEX debut, from New Orleans, LA… EVERETT JACOOOOOOOBS!
Alfonso Banks: The fans don’t know who to hate more…
JR Freeman: Both have been pretty despicable lately.
Mattie Cormier: Is it wrong that I am kinda hoping that the ring spontaneously combusts with them both in there and we don’t have to watch this?
(Alfonso and JR both laugh at her comment as Everett gets down to the ring. He takes a walk around the ring towards the commentary table. He sees Mattie and winks at her with a cocky grin on his face. She scoffs)
Mattie Cormier: Ugh, just get in the ring and get the ass-whooping you deserve, slimeball.
(He looks in the ring and sees Alexis waiting for him. He motions to his bodyguard, who slides in the ring and stands in front of Alexis. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as he climbs in the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Seems he was worried that Alexis was going to attack him before the bell.
Mattie Cormier: Seems right about her level…
(Everett nods to his bodyguard, who exits the ring and stands ringside. The two meet in the middle of the ring with the referee, who checks both of them for hidden weapons before signaling for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(The referee moves out of the way and the two stand face to face. Alexis looks Everett up and down and chuckles before extending her arms out, calling for a test of strength. He smirks and looks overly confident as he reaches out and their hands interlock. She immediately begins to overpower him, and his expression changes instantly from cocky to almost scared. She Smirked as she continued to overpower him, and he did everything he could to squirm out of the hold, and then out of the ring. Everett stood outside the ring, hiding behind his bodyguard. Alexis stood in the ring grinning at him, taunting him to get back in the ring.)
Mattie Cormier: This is what he does. Starts a fight… then can’t even be a man and stand up to the challenge.
Alfonso Banks: He is just gonna get himself counted out…
1...2...3…
(The referee continued to count him out. Alexis had enough and slid out of the ring, going after him. He hid behind the bodyguard again. Alexis yelled at him to stop being a little bitch.)
4...5…
(He slid in the ring from behind the bodyguard. Alexis shook her head and slid in after him. As soon as she did he took advantage and began to stomp on her back and neck. He went for a quick pin!)
1...KICKOUT!
(He punched her in the head and went for another pin, this time he put his foot on the ropes.)
1...KICKOUT!
(Alexis pushed him off of her and got to her feet. She grabbed him by the head and slammed him into the corner where she proceeded to unleash multiple loud chops to his chest. As each one landed, the crowd loudly shouted “BOO!!”. After the 4th one, he crumbles to the mat. Instead of going for a pin, Alexis smirks and grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis probably could have finished it off right there.
JR Freeman: But she didn’t. She is having a bit too much fun with this…
(She shouts something in his face before slapping him with a slap that echoes through the arena! She grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes, he comes flying off the ropes right into a clothesline from Alexis! She pops back up to her feet, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. She shrugs it off as she reaches down to grab Everett again, but he grabs her foot and pulls her off balance. She crashes to the mat and he scrambles to cover her.)
1… KICKOUT!
(This just made Alexis mad, as he gets to his knees, looking tired and angry. She reaches up and grabs him by the throat. He lets out a scream as Alexis gets to her feet, keeping a tight grip on his throat, bringing him full to his feet too.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh boy… she’s angry!
Mattie Cormier: I may not be very well versed in all the in ring stuff… but even I know it’s gonna take more than that to pin her.
JR Freeman: You are right on that one. Alexis is a hall of famer, and no matter what we think about her, she does know her way around the ring.
Alfonso Banks: If she can keep her cool about her. I’ve seen many times she has let something distract her.
(She still has a grip on his throat, and he can be heard gasping and trying to get his bodyguard to help. The bodyguard gets up on the apron and starts yelling at the referee. While the referee is distracted, Everett pokes Alexis in the eye, which causes her to release him from the grip and stumble backwards. He sees the advantage and slides out of the ring. He looks over towards Mattie and blows her a kiss, which only seems to annoy her. He reached under the ring and grabbed some Brass Knuckles with a grin.)
Alfonso Banks: The brass knucks!
JR Freeman: That’s low… even for him.
Mattie Cormier: No, that’s right up his alley.
(He slithered back in the ring and was about to hit Alexis with the brass knucks, but the referee was starting to turn around as the bodyguard had dropped back to the ground. He quickly stuffed them down his shorts. He grabs Alexis and goes for a surprise roll up!)
1..2..KICKOUT!
(Alexis kicked out at about a 2 count. She got back to her feet and looked at him. He takes a step back, as if trying to avoid the angry red head. She glared at him and stepped towards him. She goes to grab him but he drops down and hits her with a low blow… to which she has little to no reaction. He looks up at her and she looks at him.)
Alexis Makarios: I DON’T HAVE A DICK, FUCKING IDIOT!
(She then grabbed him and held him in the DDT position. The referee looked confused)
Alfonso Banks: The referee is figuring out if he needs to DQ Everett for that one or not.
JR Freeman: I mean… She’s a woman so I guess not?
(As the two were locked up, Alanah’s music echoed through the arena. Alexis looked up and smirked, then focused back on Everett after shaking her head and yelling “NOT FALLING FOR IT!”. She DDTS Everett to the mat and goes to the top rope. She lands a beautiful Down Unda Thunda, but before she can go for the pin the crowd erupts in cheers that cause her to look up.)
Alfonso Banks: THAT’S ALANAH!
Mattie Cormier: THERE’S MY GIRL! Finally, things are interesting.
(Alanah rushes down to the ring and stands on the outside, yelling at Alexis. Alexis now turns her attention to Alanah and yells back at her to go away. Alanah refuses, and Alexis rolls out of the ring and gets up in her face.)
Alexis Makarios: GET OUT OF HERE!
Alanah O'Connell: MAKE ME!
1...2…
(Alexis wasn’t paying attention, but the referee began counting her out!)
Alexis Makarios: HIT ME! I DARE YA! HIT ME AND DQ HIM!
(Alanah smirks and shakes her head.)
3...4...5…
Alexis Makarios: THATS RIGHT! YOU ARE TOO BIG OF A WIMP TO DO IT!
(Alanah just stood there as Alexis continued to yell. Just smiling at her. Back in the ring, Everett was getting to his feet, leaning against the ropes.)
6...7…
(Alexis realized what was happening and turned to get into the ring. Before she could slide in, Everett hits her in the face with a baseball slide! Just enough to knock her off her feet)
8...9…
(She hops back up to her feet and jumps towards the ring…)
10!...
(But she wasn’t in time! The ref calls for the bell.)
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER BY COUNT OUT… EVERETT JACOBS!
Alfonso Banks: Well… that is something…
JR Freeman: Alexis lost focus.
(Alexis began screaming in Alanah’s face, as Alanah just laughed and pointed at her. Alexis goes to attack her, her face red from anger, when she is grabbed by 2 security guards and pretty much dragged backstage yelling and screaming.)
(Back in the middle of the ring, Everett is celebrating like he just won the Superbowl. There are tears in his eyes as he kneels in the centre of the ring, holding his hands over his mouth. He looks up to the sky and points a finger up, mouthing ‘thank you’ as the crowd is absolutely livid, the walls nearly shaking with the force of their collective boos. He gets back up to his feet, smiling and waving out to the crowd, completely oblivious to their hatred of him. He looks to the commentary table, seeing Mattie with a furious look on her face and her arms folded across her chest. He points in her direction, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he motions for a microphone to be brought to him.)
Everett Jacobs: I told you. I told you all! I’m the hero of this company! I am going to single-handedly save PWS from the clutches of that demented, deranged, bloodthirsty psycho!
(The boos grow in intensity as he struts around the ring.)
Everett Jacobs: This company needs a true champion. Someone they aren’t ashamed to put on a fifty-foot poster. Someone that won’t get thrown in prison on murder charges. Someone like...me. All those other losers and pretenders are dreaming if they think they even stand a chance in the ring with me. But, being the generous soul that I am, I will give them their shot at the title...before I eliminate every last one of them and claim my rightful place as the number one contender to the World title.
(The cocky smirk grew even wider as he locked eyes with Mattie.)
Everett Jacobs: And once I do become the PWS World Champion...well, I’m going to need a beautiful escort. Once I dethrone that degenerate and throw him back to the gutter where he belongs, you’ll realize the error of your ways and come crawling back to me, Matilda. And I just may consider -
(Suddenly, the arena is plunged into pitch darkness, and the crowd gasps in response. A few moments go by, and nothing happens. The murmurs of the crowd start to grow louder as they wonder just what happened, when suddenly….)
"ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!!!!"
(The distinctive sound of Mack’s entrance theme blasts through the speakers, as two spotlights tinted red kick on, one over the entrance ramp and one over the ring. Everett is shown staring towards the entrance ramp in sheer terror, as he slowly backs towards the opposite side of the ring. But he has failed to notice the shadowy figure that has joined him in the ring, until he backs right up into them. He jumps in surprise, whirling around and backpedaling as fast as he can. The music fades away, and the house lights come back on…
...revealing that Mattie Cormier is now in the ring with Everett. However, she is dressed in a long leather coat cut to her figure....and one of Mack’s masks covers the lower half of her face. Her dark brown eyes are fixed directly on Everett, and they are flashing with an unholy fury reminiscent of how she looked back at Destiny. When Everett realizes that it’s Mattie, he lets out a relieved sigh and a little chuckle, raising the microphone back up to his mouth.)
Everett Jacobs: Did he put you up to this? It’s cute, all the theatrics and whatnot, but all the smoke and mirrors won’t…
(His sentence trails off and his face falls into another look of terror as he looks down at her side and realizes that in her right hand...is a rather large woodcutting axe. Despite the mask covering her face, there’s no mistaking the ice-cold smile gracing her lips as she hefts the axe up to rest on her shoulder. Once again, Everett begins backpedaling towards the opposite side of the ring, holding up one hand.)
Everett Jacobs: Matilda, listen to me. He’s poisoned your mind! You used to be a sensible, good girl! You would never do something like this!
(Her eyes narrow dangerously as she takes a step towards Everett, who immediately leans out of the ring between the first and second ropes so that his upper body is half out while his legs stay in the ring.)
Everett Jacobs: All I’m trying to do is save you from that...that...miscreant!
(Suddenly, a commotion from the crowd draws attention as someone is bashing in one of the plexiglass screens, and as the figure hops through, it’s revealed to be a vicious, snarling Mack McKane! The crowd goes absolutely insane with cheers at seeing the World Champ, but his eyes are firmly fixed on Everett, who has now realized he is caught between a rock and a hard place. He steps back into the ring, but Mattie is nearly upon him as he tries to retreat to a neutral corner, his terrified gaze switching between the two of them.)
Everett Jacobs: You’re not even supposed to be here! You were banned from the arena! Don’t you dare take one step closer! Where the hell is security?!
(Everett’s personal bodyguard has immediately climbed up to the ring apron and stares down at Mack, almost challenging him to step up to him. But before he has the opportunity, a slew of security guards surround Mack and tackle him to the ground! Levi Russow comes barreling down the ramp to help subdue him.)
Levi Russow: GODDAMMIT MACK, WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST *LISTEN* TO ME!? GET HIM OUTTA HERE! GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
(Handcuffs are placed on Mack McKane’s wrists as he is thrashing violently against the men trying his damndest to get to the ring where Everett and his bodyguard are laughing. Mattie has a look of great concern on her face for her love as Mack snarls in Levi’s face. Levi simply shakes his head looking woefully regretful as he turns to look at Mattie who is glaring at him. He mouths the words “I’m sorry” before he leaves but she isn’t having it. She hears the laughter behind her as she turns around and sees that Everett is advancing on her position again.)
JR Freeman: Oh God, this is uncomfortable! Mack has been taken away, JACK! ALANAH! BELLA! MAL! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE!
(Everett is condescendingly talking to her, flanked by his massive bodyguard as we see him turn to his bodyguard and start laughing at Mack’s arrest. WE also see...Mattie’s grip on the axe handle wrenching so tight it could splinter the finish. And when Everett turns back around...Mattie swings the axe uppercut style crashing the back head of the steel blade end square into the Jacobs Family Jewels! The impact is so great it literally lifts Everett off the ground and his bodyguard catches him as Mattie screams something at him as she gets out of the ring, taking off quickly up the ramp to go find out what has happened to Mack.)
JR Freeman: Folks it has been an absolutely CRAZY night of action!
Alfonso Banks: It’s been a night full of friggin’ FELONIES, JR!
JR Freeman: Hey, they signed the waivers! All is fair in love and war and I’m afraid Everett Jacobs may have made enemies with an enemy that is in love WITH war!
Alfonso Banks: I feel his pain from here!
JR Freeman: Nevertheless, our field is set! We have our challengers that will enter the battle royal, tune in to the next Riot to watch history unfold! On behalf of Alfonso Banks, I’m JR Freeman. We’ll see YOU...next time we start a Riot!
(c) PWS: Apex 2020