Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Oct 15, 2020 2:26:14 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents Dishonored
Tuesday, October 13th, 2020
MGM Grand Hotel & Casino
Las Vegas, NV
(Scene opens as we see Laura Phoenix standing in the middle of a room surrounded by TVs playing what has been the last 6 months of PWS in Las Vegas.)
Laura Phoenix: Well, Vegas....it’s been a wild 6 months. When we began our time here, we were in the middle of an unknown situation. We had to cancel tours, we had to coral everyone in one safe location to continue to bring you a brief moment in time where you could easily escape and forget that the entire world is facing down a pandemic like we have never seen in our lifetime. We came to Las Vegas, thanks to some friends, and we continued to bring you the best in PWS that we only can. Tonight, we give you thanks for giving us a home. After this, we head back to the east coast and return back to where we started 2020, New York City. We hope that once the world returns to some sort of normalcy that we can come back on tour but until then this chapter ends tonight, and our next chapter will begin in 2 weeks when Riot comes from the PWS Arena in NYC. Enjoy the show.
(The cameras cut to the back, outside of the men’s restroom. Some very… disturbing… sounds can be heard from within as one of the workers stands outside the door.)
Worker: Uh… Mr Rider? Your match is up next… I was sent to get you?
(From inside, Richard Rider was heard grunting and groaning, as many unsavory sounds are coming from within.)
Richard Rider: GO AWAY!!!
Worker: Uh… What am I supposed to tell Mr Russow?
(More sounds, disgusting and loud, are heard along with Rider pleading with something.)
Richard Rider: I DON’T CAAAAAAARE… OH MY GOD MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!!
(The worker looks confused as he hears a light chuckle next to him. The camera pans to show Miles Kasey leaning against the wall with a smirk across his face.)
Miles Kasey: That poor sod. He should really be more careful about what he eats.
(The worker looks at him, confused)
Worker: What?
Miles Kasey: Well, don’t you hear that? Sounds like he’s in a hell of a lot of pain in there. I mean, we all knew Rider was completely full of shite but I think after this, he might be a little lighter on his feet. Might wanna get that man some Pepto...
(Another disgusting loud sound ...*ahem* rips through the room and the look on Miles and the workers face is like the smell is less than pleasant.)
Miles Kasey: And maybe some Febreeze.
(The worker quickly high tails it out of there, as Miles chuckles a little before he pulls a small box from his back pocket, tosses it into a trash bin behind him, before the cameras go back to ringside.)
Alfonso Banks: I guess that means that we won’t be seeing Lachlan Kane v Richard Rider tonight.
JR Freeman: I just hope poor Rider gets himself cleaned up… and I pity the janitors who have to clean that room up tonight.
Alfonso Banks: That’s just disgusting. I hope they get hazard pay!
Dawn Warren vs. Cleo Phillips
Meg Reynolds: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Long Island, NY, DAAAAAWN WAAAAARREEEEEN!!!
(Ain’t it Fun by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn Warren makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, from The Bronx, NY, CLEEEEEEEEO PHILLIIIIIIIIIPS!!!!
(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, continuing to taunt them as she heads down the ramp and rolls into the ring, where she continues to taunt and pose arrogantly, before miming firing a shotgun in tune with her pyro.)
Alfonso Banks: This should prove to be an interesting match. But my money is on Cleo. Dawn just seems too nice, and Cleo will take advantage of that.
JR Freeman: I agree. Cleo is more brutal. She fell just a little shy in that battle royal, and she must be out for blood right now.
DING DING DING
(The bell rings and the two ladies began to circle each other. They locked up Cleo took quick advantage with a headlock, DDT’ing Dawn to the mat. She hops back to her feet and grabs Dawn by the hair, lifting her up to her feet. Dawn stomps of Cleo’s foot, then grabs her head and drops down, causing Cleo’s head to bounce off the back of her own, sending her to the mat. Dawn crawls over for a quick pin!)
1… kickout!!!
(Cleo kicked out rather quickly, and glared up at Dawn. The two got to their feet. Cleo began to kick Dawn in the knee multiple times, causing her to drop down to her other knee. Cleo backed up, and ran forward taking one larger kick to the head of Dawn! Dawn crumbled to the mat as the crowd audibly gasped)
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD!!! I THINK SHE JUST KNOCKED DAWN OUT!!!
JR Freeman: That’s not good!!! That was a foot right to the temple!
(Cleo stood up, grinning. The referee rushed over to Dawn and was checking her. Cleo walked over and went to reach down for her, but was stopped by the referee. The referee motioned for trainers to come check on Dawn, as she was barely responsive.)
Alfonso Banks: This is really bad. I don’t think Dawn knows where she is.
JR Freeman: She is barely responsive to the referee… he is calling in a second opinion.
(A trainer rushes from the back, and begins to check on Dawn. The referee keeps Cleo from getting to Dawn as she is being checked out. The trainer sits Dawn up and begins checking her eyes and things of that nature. After a few moments, the trainer asks her if she wants to continue. She nods and slowly gets to her feet. Once standing up, she was rather wobbly on her feet. The referee backs up and let’s Cleo continue as well.)
Alfonso Banks: Appears Dawn said she is fine and can still go! The trainer didn’t seem convinced but she must be ok enough to finish.
JR Freeman: I just hope she doesn’t take another bump to the head like that.
(Dawn squares up to Cleo one more time. The two lock up and Cleo takes Dawn to the mat with a suplex. She then wastes no time rolling Dawn up, even grabbing the tights for leverage!)
1...2...3!!!
(Dawn kicks out a split second after the referee counts the 3.)
DING DING DING
Meg Reynolds: Your winner, by pinfall, CLEO PHILLIPS!
(The crowd boo’s a bit as Cleo gets her arm raised by the referee. Dawn is helped to her feet on the outside of the ring, and is walked to the back by the trainer and referee.)
WINNER - CLEO PHILLIPS
(The cameras cut to the back where we can see the long MIA Miss Puppies in the back. She turns to a woman next to her, who was petite compared to her, with green hair.)
Miss Puppies: Maxine. I need you to get me a meeting with whoever is in charge here.
Maxine: Yes, Ma’am.
Miss Puppies: I’m back and ready to fuck shit up. You tell em that. You tell em that Miss Puppies is READY to return to that ring.
Maxine: Got it. Anything else, ma’am.
Miss Puppies: Yeah, stop calling me Ma’am. Makes me sound old.
Maxine: Then what should I call you?
Miss Puppies: You can call me Miss Puppies, or your majesty. You’re choice,
Maxine: Can I just call you “boss”?
Miss Puppies: I like that. Boss. Now… get me that meeting!
Maxine: Yes, boss.
(Maxine rushed off down the hall. Miss Puppies turned towards the cameras and smirked.”)
Miss Puppies: THAT’S RIGHT! I’M BACK, BABY! WOOOOO!!!!
(She took a flask out of her cleavage and opened it as the cameras cut back to ringside.)
Grudge Match
Alanah O’Connell vs. Alexis Makarios
Meg Reynolds: The following is a grudge match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, she is a former PWS:APEX World Champion and Hall of Famer class of 2020… ALEXIIIIIIIS MAKAAAAARIOOOOOOSSSSS
(“Mz Hyde” by Halestorm hits and the fans in the arena erupt in a chorus of boos. She smirked as she came out from behind the curtain with Heather Haze following not too far behind. She gets to the top of the ramp and Haze walks up beside her. The two high five each other before heading down to the ring. They climb the steps and enter through the middle rope. Once in the middle, Alexis hops onto the corner to pose for the fans, despite them boo’ing her quite loudly. Heather stands in the middle of the ring and claps for her partner.)
Alfonso Banks: Things have gotten rather heated between these two in the last few weeks.
JR Freeman: That’s true. Alexis has gone out of her way to make life miserable for Alanah.
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know what got into Alexis…
(Alexis’s music faded out as the announcer got on the mic again.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, she is a former PWS:APEX United Champion… ALANAAAAAAH O’CONNELLLLLLLLL!
(“Something New” by Nikki Yanofsky hits and the fans erupt in cheers for Alanah. As her music plays on… no Alanah. Alexis, in the ring, starts looking around and shrugging, mouthing “Where is she???”)
Alfonso Banks: This is strange…
JR Freeman: Where is Alanah?
(Her music continues for about another 30 seconds, but no Alanah comes out. Alexis smirks as Heather hands her a mic.)
Alexis Makarios: Ohhhhhh Alaaaaaaanaaaaah…. Come out come out wherever you are….
(Still nothing from Alanah. Alexis rolls her eyes as she continues to parade around the ring.)
Alexis Makarios: Oh, you are such a big shot, Miss O’Connell. You talk a biiiiiig game, as does your little fiance and the rest of your little gang. But when it’s time to step up and face me on your own… you can’t even muster the courage…
(Heather grabs the hand that Alexis had the mic in and moves it over to her for a second.)
Heather Haze: Pathetic!
(She lets go and Alexis brings the mic back.)
Alexis Makarios: Well… there’s no point in me NOT getting the win that we know is inevitable! I at least showed up. RING THE DAMN BELL!!!
(She handed the mic back to Heather, who slid out of the ring and went over to the timekeeper and began to yell at him to ring the bell. Alexis, in the ring, is yelling at the referee to start the match. The referee hesitates, before telling the timekeeper to ring the bell.)
DING DING DING
Alfonso Banks: She does have a valid point. She showed up and Alanah hasn’t come out. What else is the referee supposed to do?
JR Freeman: Anything else? Cancel the match? Call it a no contest? ANYTHING but this.
(Alexis stood in the ring, laughing. She yelled at the referee to start the count. He hesitates before starting to count. Slowly.)
1……...2……
(Alexis goes to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting.)
3…….4…….5……
(The fans are chanting “A-LAN-AH! A-LAN-AH!”)
6…...7…….8……
(Alexis hops down and smirks, walking towards the referee.)
9……...10……
(He signals for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(Heather goes to Meg and starts yelling at her to announce it. Meg stands up and Heather slides back in the ring with Alexis.)
Meg Reynolds: And your winner… by count out… Alexis Makarios.
(Alexis acts like she just won the biggest match of her life! She and Heather hug as they celebrate in the ring.)
JR Freeman: This is sick. Absolutely sick!
Alfonso Banks: The bigger question is… where is Alanah… and is she ok?
WINNER - ALEXIS MAKARIOS VIA FORFEIT/COUNT OUT
JR Freeman: Something just doesn’t sit right with me. Alanah is not one to back down from a match, let alone not even show up for one.
Alfonso Banks: Well, maybe the spoiled little princess finally realized that against someone like Alexis Makarios, she’s just way out of her league!
(The cameras cut to the backstage area, where Lachlan Kane and Malachi are shown walking the halls with concerned expressions across their faces.)
Malachi: It’s not like her to miss a match like this.
Lachlan Kane: I know. There’s something rotten here.
(They continue walking the halls until they get to Alanah’s locker room. They’re about to knock on the door when they hear crying coming from somewhere further down the hall. They glance at each other and hurry to the spot, where behind a stack of production crates they see Alanah O’Connell curled up on the ground, whimpering and clutching at her knee.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God, it’s Alanah!
Alfonso Banks: So she really was hiding from Alexis, the coward!
JR Freeman: She’s clearly hurt, you imbecile!
(Mal and Lach rush to her side, checking her over while she cries out in pain.)
Lachlan Kane: Lanah, what happened?
Alanah O’Connell: I was just leaving my locker room for my match...and then someone came up behind me and smashed me in the back of the leg.
Malachi: Two fuckin’ guesses who that was.
(Alanah cries out in pain again, tears streaming down her face. Mal stands up and rushes off to get medical help, and soon returns with the trainer and two EMTs who are wheeling a stretcher. They talk with Alanah for a few moments, and the trainer examines her knee, before the EMT’s carefully lift her onto the stretcher and wheel her away, leaving Lach and Mal standing in the hallway.)
Lachlan Kane: Should we tell Jack?
(He gives a sideways look to Mal, who grits his teeth together.)
Malachi: ….probably should.
(The brothers take one more look at Alanah being carted away before they turn back and head off down the hallway.)
PWS Collateral Damage Championship Match
Aiden Reynolds vs. Heather Haze ©
(The fans are still booing Alexis Makarios who decides that she’s going to stick around for Heather Haze’s match. She pulls up a chair next to the ring and sits down eloquently crossing her legs as she applauds and cheers on Heather Haze who’s already in the ring stretching out.)
JR Freeman: Look at this...this is DESPICABLE.
Alfonso Banks: What!? Winners are allowed to have a seat! You would know that if you ever won anything in your life!
JR Freeman: Well per Levi Russow, even though this match is for the COLLATERAL DAMAGE championship...it will be contested under regular one on one rules.
Alfonso Banks: And it’s about TIME. Look at the delicate, PERFECT features of Heather Haze’s body! Would you take an axe to the Mona Lisa?
JR Freeman: If the Mona Lisa had an attitude like HER? Don’t tempt me.
Meg Reynolds: And from the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia...he is “The Aussie Wolf”...AIDEN...REEEEEYNOOOOOLDS.
(The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "Vice grip" hits. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage, a fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "The Aussie Wolf" spray painted on the back. He moves his way down to the ring and as the refrain of the song hits he throws his arms out to the side as he and the crowd both chant.)
"YEAAAH YEAH YEAH"
(He leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling shooting himself into the ring and spinning around, he then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat. While in the superhero pose he slowly looks up at Heather Haze and gives her a wink. She acts pseudo impressed by that and starts eyeing him up and down as she hands the title to the referee while Aiden shirks his entrance gear and Alexis rolls her eyes on the outside.)
*DING*
(They start out dancing around each other before hitting the typical collar elbow lock-up until Aiden pushes her into the corner as the ref starts to count but it doesn’t matter because Aiden has backed up after Haze started grinding her body into him. He had his hands in the air looking a little perplexed as Haze returns the wink he gave her.)
JR Freeman: Do ya like shots, Aiden? Because you mess with that girl you’re gonna need a shitload of both kinds.
Alfonso Banks: DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY QUEEN THAT WAY!
(They dance again until Heather gets him in a headlock and he shoots her off into the ropes and she rebounds with a running clothesline attempt that he ducks by dropping to his back and doing a quick kip-up! Haze stops in her tracks and looks at him slightly annoyed as the confident Aiden Reynolds tells her to bring him more. They lock up and she floats behind him only for him to counter and float behind her as he picks her up and carries her around the ring. It’s comical because her legs are kicking like a little kids and Aiden is cheering on the crowd who are loving him until he gets serious and drops her back in a german suplex pin!)
1!
KICKOUT!
(Haze punches the mat and pops right back up running at him and twirling around his body looking for the big tilt-a-whirl headscissors but his power stops her halfway and he pops her up, she lands in an electric chair position and throws her weight back looking for a poisoned hurricanrana but once again the much bigger Aiden swings her around in a powerbomb position.)
JR Freeman: Hey how ya doin’? You come here often?
Alfonso Banks: WOULD YOU STOP!?
(Barring the awkward commentary from this particular position, Aiden bounces Heather’s back off the top rope and spins around looking for a sitout powerbomb...the only problem is Heather has shifted and as they’re falling, she’s locked him in a surprise triangle choke!)
JR Freeman: WHAT A MANEUVER!!!
Alfonso Banks: SEE! SEE! SHE’S THE PERFECT HUMAN BEING!!!
(Aiden fights to get free as Haze screams at him to tap...even Alexis on the outside has left her seat and is pounding on the apron which accidentally gets the fans to start clapping for Aiden as she turns around and tries to hush them all. Aiden brings his other arm around and locks his hands and that gives him the power to find his footing as he lifts Haze up and CRASHES her down with a desperation powerbomb!)
Fans: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
(Heather and Aiden lie suffering on the mat, struggling to get back to their feet at this point and once both of them get back to their knees...Heather slaps Aiden across the face as hard as she can. Aiden just laughs it off causing her to lose her temper and slap him again. It’s starting to seemingly pump him up as he eggs her on and she slaps and slaps and slap UNTIL...he catches her hand and yanks her in for a massive Double A Spinebuster! She crashes off the mat as he hits the cover!)
1!
2!
THR-NO!!!
(Heather kicks out but Aiden isn’t about to lose his cool...he’s in the driver’s seat and he knows it. He helps Heather up but is smart enough to watch out for her shots to the stomach as he dodges them and whips her into the ropes! As she rebounds she is hit with a picture perfect High Standing Dropkick that floors her into the corner as Aiden skips around a moment screaming “Oi OI!” to the fans before taking off full speed and launching himself from the middle of the ring all the way into a Cannonball connecting flush with Heather Haze’s body. She goes limp as he pulls her out of the corner as Alexis Makarios screams from ringside.)
1!
2!
THRE-
(Alexis has grabbed Heather’s leg and draped it on the rope screaming at the referee to notice! The referee does indeed and NOW Aiden is starting to lose his cool as the two Aussie’s start exchanging verbal barbs which sees Aiden actually slide out to ringside and while he’s not paying attention he’s sideswiped by Heather Haze hitting a big suicide dive! She grabs him and throws him in the ring sliding over to him…)
1!
KICKOUT.
(Haze tries three more quick pins that only get one counts as she starts punching the mat angrily and screaming at the referee again. While this is happening, Aiden has slunk to the corner and is resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Heather sees this and gets a mischievous look on her face as she saunters over. Aiden has his eyes closed breathing heavily for a moment so he doesn’t even notice the twerking going on in front of him UNTIL...Haze full on backs it up for the Pucker Up! Aiden shoves her off and he starts spitting everywhere as she looks at him all offended.)
Alfonso Banks: How DARE he! I happen to know MY Queen showers twice a day!
JR Freeman: ...how?...HOW would you know that?
Alfonso Banks: I...I have sources.
JR Freeman: ...CALL THE COPS!!!
(Heather pulls him out of the corner and spins him around jumping up onto his back locking in a guillotine choke! Aiden is carrying her around the ring, reaching out for the ropes as Alexis screams like a maniac on the outside. After a few moments...Aiden drops to one knee. It seems like it’s going to be over ANY time now!
...UNTIL…
...IT WASN’T.
Aiden finds his strength and pops back up running backwards and SLAMMING Haze back first into the turnbuckle. It only takes doing that twice to get her to relent as he sits her up on the top rope!)
JR Freeman: That’s No Man’s Land up there, Alf! What is he about to do!?
Alfonso Banks: IUNNO BUT HE BETTER NOT!!!
(Aiden climbs...and sets Haze on his shoulders! He stands on the middle turnbuckle and lets out a primal scream!)
JR Freeman: You don’t think...OH MIOS DIOS!!! HE’S GOING FOR THAT GOLD COAST CUTTER OFF THE SECOND ROPE!
Alfonso Banks: NO! PLEASE! I’LL PAY YOU!
(But before Aiden can leap to make the move? That damned Jezzabel...Alexis Makarios has jumped on the apron and grabbed his leg! Aiden tries to kick her off as the referee gets on her case. As Alexis is on the apron, she slyly slips something to Haze as the argument progresses. Until the referee...having ENOUGH of Makarios’ shenanigans…
...YYYYYOOOOOOOU’RE OUTTA HEEEEERE!!!
The fans are going absolutely crazy as Makarios is screaming at the ref, she grabs the chair and throws it and is absolutely throwing a temper tantrum to distract from the fact that MEANWHILE...in the ring as all this is transpiring...Alexis has passed Haze a small spritzer of perfume which she gently and quickly...sprays in Aiden’s eyes. Aiden has no choice but to let go of her as she sits, perched on the top rope, as Aiden collapses to the mat, coughing, scratching at his eyes...until he stands up and turns around and HEATHER HAZE HAS LEPT OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE JAILBAIT!!!)
1!
2!
….3!
Meg Reynolds: YOUR WINNER...AND STIIIIIIIIIIILL PWS COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION...HEATHER HAAAAAZE!
(Alexis has jumped back in the ring, she never really got too far in the first place and she starts jumping up and down celebrating with Haze until she turns around screaming at the “incompetent” referee to give her the title already which Alexis RIPS from the refs hands and fastens around the slender waist of Heather Haze as she excitedly raises her hand!)
JR Freeman: By hook or by crook...Heather Haze managed to squeak out that win.
Alfonso Banks: A win is a win is a win is a WIN, JR!
JR Freeman: Not when you have to basically almost POISON a man to get the advantage!
Alfonso Banks: OH PLEASE...that fragrance is alcohol and chemical free!
JR Freeman: ...again how...how would you know?
Alfonso Banks: ...I tested it on an animal!
JR Freeman: ...YOU INDULGED IN ANIMAL TESTI-
Alfonso Banks: AAAAAAND what’s going on backstage!!!
(We cut backstage and we see Jack Russow absolutely losing his mind wrecking the entire locker room. Mack McKane and Levi Russow are trying to calm him down but it’s clear there is no getting through to him.)
Jack Russow: You gotta call the match, I can’t BE here right now.
Mack McKane: Bruv, she told ya when they was loadin’ her up-
Jack Russow: I KNOW...I know what she said! But I don’t CARE, this CAN’T be about me right now. SOMEBODY...jumped the love of my life and is walking away scot-free.
Levi Russow: Jack, I want you to take a deep breath...and think about this.
Jack Russow: Think about WHAT, huh? Think about how every time I turn my back for a SECOND in this company...someone I love gets hurt? Or kidnapped? What’s next, murdered? Think about how it should have been ME...WHATEVER the problem was. Alanah is the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful person on the PLANET so whoever is PISSED at WHATEVER...you can get to HER by doing it to ME. But NOW...NOW you’ve crossed the FUCKIN’ line!
Mack McKane: Right then, I know how ya feel bruv, really I do! But’cha gotta stay the course, innit?
Jack Russow: Like you did when Mattie got taken?
Mack McKane: ...because I love you and you’re going through a tough time right now, I gives you that ONE, bruv. But watch your fookin’ mouth, yeah?
Jack Russow: I’m sorry dude, I’m just...not only has my reason for living been found CRYING in a hallway and NO ONE found her immediately...not only is she being taken to some COVID reeking medical facility...I’M supposed to turn around and NOT dwell on that OR the fact that SOMEBODY…
(Jack squares up to Levi.)
Jack Russow: ...is making me fight Bella. OUR Bella.
Levi Russow: I’m not making you, son...that’s how the odds fell. Would you have rather won the battle royal and have to face...HIM?
(While twirling Cutrina, Mack gives a sinister little wave with a simple “...hiya!”)
Jack Russow: ...I should have never entered that battle royal.
Levi Russow: Why? Because you knew you’d walk out with a title shot?
Jack Russow: No...because it’s just more hoops I’ve had to jump through to prove myself to you and all these people.
Levi Russow: WHAT...is your DEAL, kid! You’re in the Co-Main Event...of a PAY-PER-VIEW...fighting for a CHAMPIONSHIP! This oughta be the best night of your life! I know...I know...you’re worried about Alanah. But that girl is tougher than a 2 dollar steak and she’s gonna be just fine. What matters now...is THIS.
(Jack shakes his head and rests his forehead against the wall like he’s praying as Levi walks up and puts a hand on his shoulder.)
Levi Russow: ...this is the culmination...of your journey, kid. This was everything you aimed for when you started! You got it...the stuff...whatever it is, YOU got it. YOU...can do things...you can connect with these people better than I EVER could. But somewhere along the way you started letting this person and that person tell you who you are and what you could and couldn’t be! And you started blamin’ things!...like a big shadow!
(Jack’s eyes flash open and he looks very confused at Levi.)
Jack Russow: ...are you starting that speech from Rocky?
Levi Russow: ...and you walk around blamin’ this person or that person, him or her, or ANYBODY...COWARDS do that and THAT AIN’T YO-
Jack Russow: Yeah lemme stop you right there...that’s DEFINITELY the Rocky speech.
Levi Russow: THE POINT IS...I have saddled you with an impossible task. I know this. And for that I am...minimally sorry.
Jack Russow: ...MINIMALL-
Levi Russow: But I also KNOW...that if there is ANYONE...that could take on a challenge like fighting the ghosts and the skeletons in your closet in the form of your best friend...it’d be Mack!
Mack McKane: Awww...cheers, bruv!
Levi Russow: But if Mack wasn’t AVAILABLE...it’d TOTALLY be you and it IS!!! You see what I’m saying!?
(Jack stares at his dad blinking his eyes vacantly for a moment.)
Jack Russow: ...you are...literally...the worst.
Levi Russow: Alright so my pep talk game is rusty. So let's get to brass tacks. You wanted to be a wrestler. You learned how to be a wrestler. You wanted to be a multi-faceted wrestler? You learned from everybody you could! You wanted to be a big name in PWS? You’re a Goddamn legacy on the rise. You wanted to be a champion?
...now’s your chance...you done everything else...every impossible task put before ya...so what’s stoppin’ you now?
Jack Russow: ...stick with that...that one was better.
Levi Russow: Alright...now let’s get out there!
Jack Russow: Just...Alan-
Mack McKane: I’ll be keepin’ a keen ear out for any details, bruv. Oi...this is OUR NIGHT. All the love to Bella but...it’s about to become The Bro Show!
Jack Russow: Hell yeah!
(They do a weird, youthful secret handshake bump thing that makes Levi uncomfortable as Jack nods at Mack and takes off down the hallway...still looking over his shoulder at any sign of what happened to Alanah...praying she’d just come walking up to watch him...but that was impossible...this match was impossible...but he’s a Russow…
...and Russow’s make the impossible their BITCH. We go to the ring.)
PWS United Championship Match
Jack Russow vs. Bella Madison ©
JR Freeman: Fans I will be one hundred percent completely honest with you...I don’t want to SEE this next match, I don’t wanna CALL this next match, I don’t wanna BE HERE for this next match!!!
Alfonso Banks: Your resignation is accepted, LONG LIVE ALF! SOLO COMMENTATORS 2020!
JR Freeman: ...I wouldn’t throw the confetti just yet. I’m still a professional and this is still my home. But how can we fathom...the level of intensity and the EMOTION that’s going to be dripping into this next match!?
Alfonso Banks: Well how can Jack even focus! He might as well forfeit his match against Bella if he’s any kind of GOOD fiance’! Alanah was found on the ground crying her eyes out and holding her knee!
(The lights kick out in the arena as a scream fades from soft to loud…)
"KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH, AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!"
Meg Reynolds: Weighing in at 205 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York...the number one contender...JACK RUSSOW!!!
(A sheet of sparks showers from the rafters and "All I Want" by A Day To Remember's chorus blares as a young man walks through and kneels whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist. Then he grabs his hood and flips it up to a great ovation but he instantly turns and tries to go back through the curtain , the lightsas we see Levi Russow walk out trying to reason with him. They get into a bit of a heated argument until Jack apparently hears something reassuring and with hesitation...he turns and stomps his way to the ring. As he slides under the bottom rope he rips his jacket off and throws it at the timekeeper as he starts pacing back and forth.)
JR Freeman: ...Madre de Dios...do you see the LOOK on his face right now?
Alfonso Banks: ...I have never said anything bad about him and I will continue to refrain from doing so.
JR Freeman: To quote his dad...LEFT...CENTER...RIGHT.
Alfonso Banks: THAT’S THE STORY WE’RE TELLING IF HE TURNS HIS ATTENTION THIS WAY!
(Before they can argue anymore, the lights kick out in the arena as New Year's Day “Shut Up” hits the PA system and Bella Madison’s eloquent video of the shoes representing her growth plays as Bella hesitantly walks out onto the ramp, also looking from the ring to the back with a look of great concern on her face.)
Meg Reynolds: Coming in at 125 pounds and hailing from New York, New York...your PWS United Champion...BELLA MADISON!!!
JR Freeman: And that tells the story too, did this just take the champ out of her game?
Alfonso Banks: What do you mean?
JR Freeman: Alanah is one of Bella’s closest friends REGARDLESS of her relationship with Jack. She’s gotta be torn.
(Bella makes her way to the ring and hesitantly gets in as she looks at Jack almost pleading with him not to make them go through this...Alanah is more important. Jack isn’t listening...he’s still pacing back and forth but now his gaze is solely fixed on the United Championship as Bella sighs and hands the title to the referee stripping off her jacket and resigning herself to the fact this match would, indeed, happen.)
JR Freeman: I have an uneasy feeling about this one Alf...it’s the equivalent of a dog fight. Neither one of them wants to do this right now for concern for Alanah O’Connell but they’re being forced to take their concern out on each other.
(The referee holds the title high...he hands it off to Meg Reynolds on the outside...and he calls for the bell.)
DING!
(Bella steps forward trying to talk to Jack but as per usual, it’s like talking to a brick wall. Bella’s annoyance grows as Jack’s stoic demeanor stands firm as he starts to bounce up and down loosening up. Finally he stops...and Bella screams something else in his face...and when he doesn’t respond, she wheels back and slaps the absolute dog shit outta his mouth!)
JR Freeman: JESU CHRISTO!
Alfonso Banks: Best friends, better enemies I guess!
(Jack’s head snaps back...his cheek growing a crimson hue...and the glare on his face sinking deeper. As finally he and Bella lock horns and he easily leads her around the ring until he backs her into a corner...the ref counts to four as Jack breaks. Bella looks at Jack with a bit of concern as he glares in her face and says something under his breath before he backs out, loosening his arms. Bella suddenly looks fiercely determined as she stomps forward and locks up with Jack again. This time as Jack tries to bully her around the ring, she drops into a quick snap arm drag!)
JR Freeman: Though she be small, she is but mighty!
(Jack snaps back up and charges her running into a rare Chinese Inverted Arm Drag as his back pops off the mat and he gingerly starts to get up only to be met with a Bella Aube snap hurricanrana driver out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: THIS ONE MIGHT BE DONE EARLY!
1!
TW-NO Jack kicks out!
(Bella doesn’t give Jack any quarter as she grabs him in a headlock angrily trying to get him to see to reason as he fights his way back up to his feet and once he’s there he hits a quick snapmare to release her grip. She rolls forward gracefully and pops back up turning around just in time to duck a HUGE superkick as she sweeps Jack’s plant leg sending him crashing down SURPRISINGLY...into a split! Bella pops around and sees Jack glaring at her doing a perfect split and even she looks a mixture of both disturbed and impressed.)
Alfonso Banks: Huh...who saw that coming?
JR Freeman: Y’know what Alf? Literally...no one.
(Jack swings his back leg around and kips up approaching Bella mouthing “you gotta do better than that” which absolutely ignites her. She charges at him looking for a huge clothesline which he ducks but it was a feint because as he turns around she’s actually springboarded into the Beautiful Disaster!)
JR Freeman: BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!!!
(Jack hits the deck hard as Bella sees her moment and she pops up slapping the top turnbuckle as she climbs up…)
Alfonso Banks: SHE’S LOOKING FOR THE SECOND GEN!
JR Freeman: WHO IS, IN FACT, NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!
(Bella FLIES off looking for the big Second Gen phoenix splash as Jack rolls out of the way, however Bella anticipated this and lands on her feet rolling forward into the adjacent turnbuckle. As she turns she throws her knees up as Jack Russow has charged at her but to her surprise, he HURDLED her knees and lept from the mat to the top rope in one fluid motion!)
JR Freeman: WHAT THE ACTUAL SPIDER-MAN SHIT!?
(Jack glares down at Bella who is looking up at him getting a much more intimate view of Jack than she ever imagined as she quickly grabs for his legs...but he’s lept in the air and he comes down hitting a sickening Smells Like Knee Spirit busaiku knee driving DOWN into Bella’s face! They both collapse out of the corner as Jack rolls backwards but quickly dives on the pin!
1!
2!
...THRE-BELLA BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
(Jack is snarling now and starts slapping the mat as he picks her up by her hair. As he does, she starts elbowing him in the stomach. She pushes him back into the ropes and he shoots her off but as she’s running towards the ropes...he’s following her! She rebounds trying for another big clothesline but Jack has baseball slid between her legs catching himself and popping himself up onto the apron! Bella turns around completely bewildered as Jack slingshots himself in connecting with the Shoot To Thrill!)
1!
2!
TH-NO!
(Jack is looking at the referee pleading...he doesn’t know what to do next. Bella is stirring and she starts smacking the mat trying to get the fans in attendance to give her a rally clap which they do as both Jack and Bella make their way back up to their feet and stand wearily in front of each other trying to catch their breaths.)
JR Freeman: What a show these two are putting on!
Alfonso Banks: I have to admit, I thought this match would be GOOD...I didn’t know it’d be GREAT. They’ve taken some of each other’s BEST SHOTS and still they stand!
(Jack and Bella look at each other...there’s no friendship on their faces...until Jack holds out a fist. Bella doubles over to catch her breath but once she does and straightens up she meets his fist bump.)
JR Freeman: And what a great show of respect there.
Alfonso Banks: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE KILLING EACH OTHER!!!
(Jack and Bella circle each other...Bella dives and picks the ankle of Jack who stands wobbly on one foot as Bella goes to swing him but Jack surprises her by backflipping out and shooting for a double leg takedown on her but as he lifts her in the air she floats over him in a sunset flip pin which Jack rolls backwards through and looks for the big soccer kick to take Bella’s head off as she she falls flat on her back to dodge it just in time as Jack swings through the kick and instantly tries for a standing backflip splash of which Bella rolls out of the way as Jack expected as he lands on his feet and both of them get up and jolt at each other but they wind up standing straight and showing each other appreciation.)
JR Freeman: Just because you’re putting your life on the line for glory...doesn’t mean you have to stop being best friends.
(They get closer to each other throwing playful jabs until Bella stomps on Jacks foot and grabs his head looking for the Whiplash but Jack grabs her midsection and floats back into a northern lights suplex of which he rolls through and maneuvers her into an abdominal stretch looking for the Cut The Cord as she uses her momentum to float through grabbing his leg and hitting the Ashes To Ashes out of nowhere!)
1!
2!
…..
….
….THRE-3/4s!!!
(Jack Russow barely throws his leg out to catch the bottom rope as Bella is absolutely steaming at this point. She thinks for a moment...and realizes what she has to do...she starts pretzling him looking for the Bella Notte but weary as he is, Jack’s athleticism sees him throw a last ditch effort to fling himself backwards between her legs as he sweeps them and as she falls, he grapevines her into the modified octopus hold he lovingly calls DESOLATION ROW!!! Will Bella tap!?)
NO!
...NO!
…...NO!
…...FUCK, NO!
………..
(Bella has tears in her eyes...fighting for the rope with everything she’s got but Jack’s got her intertwined DEEP. We see the light fading from her face and we see Jack’s tear streaked face screaming at her to just tap so he can let go...he doesn’t wanna do this to her! But Bella can’t let this be the end!)
...NO…
……..NOOOOO!!!
…...AH GOD! OH FUCK! AHHHHH!
…..Bella...finally...taps out!
*DING DING!*
Meg Reynolds: YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH….AND...NEWWWWWW PWS UNITED CHAMPION!!!! JACK….RUUUUUUUUUSSOOOOOOOOOW!!!!
(Jack IMMEDIATELY releases the hold and is on his knees next to Bella checking on her. She’s crying and she’s pushing him and the referees away. Jack is just exclaiming over and over again how sorry he is as the referee tries to hand him the belt. But he’s more concerned about his friend. Suddenly, like a shot, Malachi has hit the ring and he viciously SHOVES Jack out of the way as he leans in checking on Bella who’s lifted herself into a turnbuckle. Jack is on his knees with his forehead placed to the ground as Mal turns around with a look of pure malice in his eyes as Jack sits up and sees Malachi coming. They get in each other’s faces and Malachi starts going OFF on Jack who’s not firing back with his usual quips as he continuously looks over at Bella trying to make sure SHE’S okay as the referee keeps trying to hand Jack the title but Malachi looks like he’s going to swing at any minute until Bella bellows his name and he turns and looks at her. She’s holding out her hand.)
JR Freeman: Could be a volatile situation here folks. Malachi and Jack Russow have been locked in this strange bedfellows world where they’ve been forced to team together, live in adjacent hotel rooms, they’ve been forced down each others throats and NOW...Jack has taken one of the things Bella Madison cherished most...the United Championship.
(Malachi turns slowly, keeping an eye on Jack who tries to take steps forward to help her as she takes Malachi’s hand and he lifts her up. She’s limping a little bit but she’s on her own two feet and that gets a respective round of wild applause from the audience as she limps over staring down Jack...before ripping the title out of the referee’s hand!
Alfonso Banks: HIT HIM! CLOCK HIM WITH IT!
(We see her and Jack conversing quietly...she looks at the United Championship lovingly...before handing it over to Jack who accepts it but doesn’t even look at it, it drops into his left hand and before she knows it, Jack has wrapped Bella in a massive bearhug as both of them shed a few more tears with Malachi steaming in the distance. They separate and Jack says something stupid to make Bella crack a smile as Jack takes her hand and raises it to a wild ovation! Until she turns and grabs the hand he’s holding the title in hoisting HIS hand to recognize him as the new champion!)
JR Freeman: God I am glad that’s over...I’ve never felt more tense in my life!
Alfonso Banks: There are Chinese massage parlors for that.
JR Freeman: No thank you, now let’s send it on to the next part!
(The camera cuts away after showing a wonderful exchange between Jack and Bella as she even does him the honor of strapping it around his waist. They do a little secret handshake thing before taunting for the fans again real quick before Jack snaps to reality...Alanah...as the scene ends.)
WINNER - AND NEW UNITED CHAMPION, JACK RUSSOW
(The scene opens up backstage to show the recently returned Mattie Cormier, diligently working away at her sewing machine. She is completely focused on her work, so much so that she doesn’t realize someone has walked up behind her until a pair of hands wraps around her waist from behind. She jumps slightly, and turns her head to see the PWS World Champion Mack McKane with his head resting on her shoulder. She smiles and kisses him on the cheek before returning to her sewing machine.)
Mattie Cormier: Good timing, I’m just about done.
(She makes a few final stitches before turning off the machine and holding up the piece she had been working on, a brand-new long black coat for Mack. He grins at her and takes it from her, kissing her soundly.)
Mack McKane: As always, keeping me lookin’ fit.
(He slides the jacket on over his ring gear, and it fits like a dream. She smooths out a few seams here and there, but overall she seems happy with her work. She reaches for something on the table, and hands Mack a brand-new mask as well. Before he has the chance to slide it on, she gives him a quick kiss.)
Mattie Cormier: Now, you get out there and show ‘em all just why you’re the champ, papi.
(He gives her a wicked little grin before sliding the mask onto his face, hoisting the title over his shoulder and heading off to the gorilla position. Mattie watches him go before turning back to her sewing machine.
The camera then picks up some movement from down the hallway, and it slowly zooms in to show Everett Jacobs standing at the corner of the wall. It seemed he had watched the whole scene, as his face was twisted into a look of pure rage. But, instead of approaching Mattie, he quickly turned on his heel and stalked off down the hallway.)
PWS World Championship Match
Sierra Williams vs. Mack McKane ©
JR Freeman: Sports fans NOW...we have a classic in the making for you.
Alfonso Banks: As I understand it, Sierra Williams is vastly overlooked in other places of competition but she came to PWS and wow’d everyone in that tournament and resoundingly WON a number one contendership to the PWS World Championship! HOW do you overlook that!?
JR Freeman: Well for certain the fiery young lass has made fast, violent work of everyone that’s been put in front of her but tonight...tonight is her toughest test to date.
("Go to sleep" by Eminem blares out as strobe lights hit the entrance in time with the music. Sierra steps out with a black bandana over her face as she throws up her hands and makes her way down to the ring talking trash about her opponent being showered in boo’s by the fans!)
Meg Reynolds: Making her way to the ring...from Calgary, Alberta Canada...SIERRA...WIIIIILLIAAAAAAMS!!!
(Sierra steps up onto the apron and through the ropes walking around holding her arms out as she rips the bandana off her face so you can clearly see the trash she’s talking now until the lights kick out in the arena…)
“...ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
(The jarring lyrics drifts out as everything gets quiet...until a primal scream shreds the air and entire arena suddenly glows red and a light red mist of unknown origin begins falling from the roof as "Nihilist" by Architects bridge hits and dry ice begins to blow as a sinister presence rises from the middle of the stage wearing a new, violently beautiful spiked mask and a long trench coat, his hands crossed in front of him. The APEX World Championship snuggled tightly around his waist. When he fully arrives, the lights flash back on as he cranes his neck looking around before sauntering to the ring. The glare he has focused on Sierra is palpable as she is letting him verbally have it in the ring. Mack makes his way into the ring stripping off all his accessories and holding the World Championship out respectfully to the ref who shows it to Sierra who kisses her fist and bumps the title with it as the ref turns and holds it up.)
JR Freeman: It has been...a WHIRlWiND year for Mack McKane.
Alfonso Banks: How much more could he have in the tank? Psychos to the left of him...Socios to the right...here he is, stuck in the middle with US.
JR Freeman: Mack McKane HAS never...and WILL never...back down from a fight.
Alfonso Banks: And you think Sierra Williams will? Y’know it’s said that Sierra Williams is the reason...Slappy McGoo’s in-ring career ended. They were in a brutal ladder match and he went tumbling, shredding his knee to pieces...and who would be left standing as the winner? Sierra Williams.
*DING*
(Mack and Sierra don’t dance...they don’t size each other up...they meet in the middle of the ring and Sierra hauls off and pops Mack as hard in the face as she can. The fans erupt with boos as Mack clutches his cheek but shakes it off nodding his head...as he turns and he full on decks Sierra in the nose!)
JR Freeman: DAMN! I guess Mack’s a feminist at heart.
Alfonso Banks: ...how is THAT being a feminist!?
JR Freeman: Well...Sierra wants to be treated just like everybody on the roster...INCLUDING the men! IT’s almost a sign of respect that Mack would actually slug her in the face like that!
(Sierra’s head snaps back as she holds her jaw and she spits out a little bit of blood...this seems to excite her as she starts loosening up and nodding her head. Mack cracks his neck and beckons her forward and suddenly we’re in the middle of a good old fashioned slugfest!)
JR Freeman: ¡OH MIOS DIOS! Those shots sound SICKENING!!!
(To a bit of surprise, Sierra gets the upper hand! She backs Mack into the corner as he holds his arms up trying to block the onslaught as the referee counts to four. He backs Sierra up and she mouths him before charging right back trying to keep the slugfest going but holding onto the ropes, she’s met with a snap superkick from Mack! This drops her and Mack falls onto the cover!
1-KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: Sierra Williams is a self proclaimed “Bad Bitch”...it’s gonna take WAY more than that, McKane!
(Mack sits up nodding his head in understanding as he grabs her by the neck, not the hair, he’s a gentleman, and lifts her to her feet but she stomps on his foot and reloading that same leg, cocks it over her head and catches him with an IMPRESSIVE scorpion kick right to the ear as Mack drops against the second rope. The fans are booing this but some are clapping with appreciation of her athleticism. While Mack is leaning against the second rope, Sierra quickly darts forward with a SICK looking shining wizard bouncing Mack’s neck off the ropes as he rolls around coughing.)
JR Freeman: ¡OH MIOS DIOS! She coulda crushed his windpipe that way!
Alfonso Banks: ...would that be the WORST thing in the world?
(As Mack rolls coughing, Sierra looks like she’s going to try for a pin but he’s rolling too much so instead she opts to put the boots to him. She decides to grab his legs and look to put it away early with a Sharpshooter but as she steps over, Mack’s momentum turns her again and he kicks her off. He kips up holding his throat glaring a hole through her with a sick, bloody smile on his face.)
Alfonso Banks: CALL THE COPS!!!
(Mack stalks Sierra who drops into a stance...Mack advances and she throws a wild roundhouse at his head. He takes another step, she threatens a bicycle kick. Mack is circling her...studying her...Sierra finally says “Oh FUCK this” and tries for a Hail Mary rolling forearm which Mack dances under and in response he attempts a bicycle kneewhich she ducks and rolls through popping up and running at him hitting him with a switchblade!)
JR Freeman: It’s like a dance! They are poetry in violent motion!
(Mack staggers to the corner and rests against the bottom turnbuckle, turning around just in time to get hit with a BIG hesitation dropkick! Mack’s body goes limp for a moment as Sierra rolls him backwards out of the corner and goes to the top rope flying off with a beautiful moonsault!)
JR Freeman; AIR CANADA! THIS COULD BE IT!!!
1!
2!
THRE-BARELY KICKS OUT!
(Sierra lays across Mack’s contorted body pleading with the referee who says it was just two which angers Sierra who just starts pummeling Mack in the face until she loses her temper and gets off to stalk around the ring screaming in rage as she’s showered in boos. Mack barely lifts his head...and spits a pool of blood. Which oddly brings a smile to his face as he pulls himself up...applauding?)
JR Freeman: Ohhhh I don’t know if THAT’S the road I’d take…
Alfonso Banks: He’s trying to be respectful but that’s just gonna enrage the fireball!
(Sierra looks as offended as one could be as she starts shouting at him to take his respect and shove it up his ass. He leans in the corner...slowly applauding. She loses her temper and squares up with him in the corner pointing a finger in his face as she yells.)
JR Freeman: ...oh my God I see what he’s doing...this isn’t going to end well!
Alfonso Banks: SERIOUSLY. CALL THE COPS!
(Sierra is full on slapping the shit out of Mack who is spitting blood and loving every moment of it...until Sierra goes for a headbutt and Mack quickly grabs her head and starts biting her forehead!!! Sierra shrieks in agony as the ref begins the count! He gets to four and Mack releases...blood covering his mouth and pouring from her forehead. Mack spits and cracks his neck...if she wanted a bad guy...she was gonna get a bad guy. Sierra wipes her forehead and in absolute rage she charges Mack who quickly snaps her over with an armdrag. He holds on to the hand...shushing everybody in the audience as he presses his knee against Sierra’s shoulder. She starts flailing wildly, almost begging him not to as he takes her two middle fingers...and SNAP!)
JR Freeman: I’M GONNA BE SICK!
Alfonso Banks: 1-800-COPS! CALL EM!
(Sierra rolls around the ring massaging her fingers that weren’t actually severely damaged but hurt like they were snapped in half. As she sits up wincing and massaging her fingers, Mack digs his fingers into her eyes from behind dragging her up by the skull! She’s screaming in agony as the ref is counting for a release which he does at four. As the ref reads him the riot act, Sierra sees her opportunity and back kicks him square in the groin without the referee seeing it as Mack grabs his boys and falls to the mat. She slaps the turnbuckle in the corner in front of him and turns around dropping to one knee and viciously, through the blood in her eyes, screams for the end as Mack gets up and she runs for the Nova Bomb! Mack lifelessly hits the deck and she sails right over crashing against the turnbuckle! She rolls around clutching her leg as she lays her head across the bottom rope.)
Alfonso Banks: UHH...SIERRA?
JR Freeman: THAT’S NOT WHERE YOU WANNA BE YOUNG LADY!
(And surely as Sierra had her head turned, rested against the bottom rope, massaging her knee a MASSIVE stomp comes out of nowhere crushing her jaw against the bottom rope!)
JR Freeman: AMBIEN ALLEY!
Alfonso Banks: HERE WE GO!
1!
2!
THRE-3/4ths! KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: MY GOD...HOW DID SHE KICK OUTTA THAT!?
Alfonso Banks: Grit and determination, JR! She really is a BAD BITCH!
JR Freeman: ...I WOULDN’T let her hear YOU say that…
(Mack sits up, wiping his face, looking at the blood, then smearing it across his chest like war paint. He looks over at Sierra who is breathing heavily and nearly unconscious but still won’t give up. Mack...smiles. As he slowly gets up and dances his way to the top rope where he blows her a kiss and dives off for the Type O-Negative double stomp...AND HE MISSES! Sierra has tucked out of the way as Mack’s feet crash into the mat and he rolls forward. Before he can even turn around, Sierra has stomped on the back of his knee! She’s clutched him in a dragon sleeper position!)
JR Freeman: HERE IT IS, THE CALGARY CUTTER! IT’S ALL OVER!
Alfonso Banks: FINALLY! This match has made my stomach hurt!
(Sierra goes for the swing but is surprised when Mack limbos out of it and dances around behind her holding her arm across her chest. He whispers “Well met” in her ear before he spins her out and connects with a HELLACIOUS Memento Mori!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: CAN HE!?
1!
2!
….
…
...3!!!!
(The bell sounds and Mack collapses with his forehead pressed to the mat…)
Meg Reynolds: Your winner...AAAAAND STIIIIIIILL PWS WORLD CHAMPION...MACK...MCCCCKAAAAAAAANE!!!!
(Mattie Cormier comes rushing out onto the stage with her hands clasped over her mouth in happiness as she slowly begins to walk down the stage...Mack is crawling and resting across the second rope, smiling and reaching for her as the referee hands him his title. When suddenly…
...Mattie shrieks in horror.
...because jumping the railing and sliding into the ring with a BIKER’S CHAIN flanked by his bodyguard...Everett Jacobs has Mack McKane in his sights!)
JR Freeman: NO GOD! NOT LIKE THIS! THE MAN JUST HAD THE HELL KICKED OUTTA HIM!
(Everett cranes his neck as he twirls the biker chain...Mack is still focused on reaching out to Mattie as Everett darts forward and LASHES him across the back with the steel chain! You can hear the sickening CRACK as even Mack screams out in pain, tensing up onto one knee turning around to see Everett. Mack is quickly enraged and dives for Everett but he’s caught by the massive bodyguard who lifts Mack up like he was nothing and gutwrench powerbombs him hard to the mat! Mack winces and arches his back in pain as Everett starts viciously lashing him across the body with the steel chain until his anger boils over and he wraps the chain THROUGH Mack’s teeth and pulls him up as he starts punching Mack square in the forehead where he was already bleeding. No this isn’t knuckle to skin...Everett is wearing a rather sizable ring that seems to be adding to the damage. Mattie is horrified and crying her eyes out, BEGGING Everett to stop! She wants to charge the ring but she knows that would only cause more problems...so she runs up the ramp and calls for help! Everett is just laying in a solid skull cracking session until he gets a sick idea in his head...he screams at his bodyguard to get him up...as Everett wraps the chain around his arm. He turns the crimson-coated, heavy breathing Mack McKane around grabbing his opposite wrist.)
JR Freeman: Oh God SOMEBODY’S gotta stop this!
Alfonso Banks: We’ve seen this way too many times for comfort but never like this! Everett Jacobs is sending a message!
(Everett whispers in Mack’s ear…”She...is MINE!!!” as Mack weakly cackles and breathes out simply…”over my...dead fookin’ body...parasite.” which makes Everett smile as he coldly states…
“...as you wish.”
(And with that Everett ripcords Mack around to deliver Mack’s own finisher, the Memento Mori, except he has wrapped the chain around his arm and we hear a sickening thud! Suddenly security comes flying out of the back, Kenny McKane comes flying out of the back, that makes Everett and his bodyguard bail out of the ring and hop the barricade as Mattie has slid into the ring...holding Mack’s broken, crimson head in her lap absolutely bawling with pain and rage as she looks at Everett Jacobs who holds up his ringed hand with Mack’s blood soaking it as he blows her a kiss with the other.)
JR Freeman: Folks tonight has been full of triumph, defeat, and injury...injuries such that we’ll ask you to stay tuned to the PWS Twitter and website for updates on the athletes just...needlessly, vindictively targeted tonight!
Alfonso Banks: And all jokes aside JR, our thoughts and prayers go out to all of the injured wrestlers tonight, we hope they’re nothing too serious but JR I gotta tell you...Mack McKane…
JR Freeman: Honestly I think a lesser man would have died...but Mack is...well, Mack. And bottom line he’s still your World Heavyweight Champion and he WILL recover and you can BET...there WILL be Hell to pay.
Alfonso Banks: There’s no better way to describe Everett Jacobs’ actions...he was absolutely...dishonorable.
JR Freeman: Folks we thank you for sticking it out with us tonight and we’ll see YOU...next time we start a Riot!
(c) PWS: Apex 2020