Post by Star Stormz on Nov 12, 2020 2:11:12 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents: Tuesday Night Riot
Tuesday November 10th, 2020
Live from the NEW PWS Arena
New York, NY
(The show kicks live to the air with a shot of the announcer table.)
Alfonso Banks: Welcome to this week's episode of Tuesday Night Riot! I’m Alfonso Banks and I’m sitting here with JR Freeman and what an interesting night we have in store for you guys.
JR Freeman: That’s right! Not only are we going to have the Riot Main Event to which ALL main event matches are going to be measured against with World Champion, and undefeated superstar, Mack McKane versus former United Champion, and second gen superstar, Bella Madison.
Alfonso Banks: And that’s not even all of what we have in store for you guys tonight! After Heather Haze was stripped of the Collateral Damage Title last week, we have been informed just a few minutes ago that two of our matches tonight have been named as #1 contender matches!
JR Freeman: That’s right! The winners of Miss Puppies v Chleo Phillips and Taylor Parks v Dawn Warren will face each other at Crusade for the vacant Collateral Damage title.
Alfonso Banks: And let’s not forget that we are also going to see Malachi and Shawn Young have a go at each other. It should prove to be an all around interesting night!
JR Freeman: But for right now, we are receiving word that there is something going on backstage.
(The camera cuts to backstage where Heather Haze and Alexis Makarios were arguing with a security guard who was trying to stop them from entering the building.)
Alexis Makarios: LOOK! I swear to fucking god if you do not let us into this building… there will be issues. And it will probably start with you losing your damn job.
Heather Haze: I’d listen to her. You do NOT want this firecracker to explode.
Security Guard: Look, I’m under instructions that you two are banned from the arena this week. You are suspended.
Alexis Makarios: We were suspended by someone who is no longer in power. So it’s null and void. GET. OUT. OF. OUR. WAY.
Security Guard: No can do.
(An angry Alexis pulls out her cell phone and holds it up.)
Alexis Makarios: ONE CALL! That’s all it takes! ONE. CALL.
(The security guard stepped aside, frustrated.)
Heather Haze: Good choice, loser…
(The two walk past him and he just shakes his head. They go down the hall and around the corner where they stop and Alexis looks over at Heather.)
Alexis Makarios: Ok, so we gotta get in good with this new president before… THEY… do. So here’s what we are gonna do… I need you to flirt with him. Hike up your skirt a little, unbutton a button…
(Heather’s jaw drops in shock as she looks at Alexis.)
Heather Haze: What? Why me? You have boobs too!
Alexis Makarios:Alexis: 3 Reasons. 1- yours are bigger. 2- You are better at this shit. I’m too rage-y and awkward with flirting. And 3- I’m a married woman.
(Heather thought for a second and shrugged.)
Heather Haze: Valid points.
(She reached down and unbuttoned a button, and checked her makeup in a nearby mirror.)
Heather Haze: You really think this is gonna work?
Alexis Makarios: Men have a one track mind. This is perfect. It’s gonna work.
(Suddenly, the door they were standing in front of swings wide open, and both women turn with a start and stare openly at the person on the other side of the door, a black-haired woman with bright blue eyes, dressed in a black blazer with a plain white tank top underneath, black skinny jeans and black heeled boots. She glances between the two of them with a quirked eyebrow.)
Female: Can I help you two ladies?
Alexis Makarios: Uh, we were just looking for the new president.
(The black-haired woman gives a smirk as she folds her arms over her chest.)
Female: That would be me. Name’s Ambika Renton.
(She gave a closer look at the two of them before a look of recognition crossed her face.)
Ambika Renton: Wait a minute, I know you two. Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze, right?
(The two women look impressed that they were recognized, smiling at Ambika.)
Alexis Makarios: Naturally. The two biggest names in this company… best champions it’s ever seen
Ambika Renton: Is that so?
Heather Haze: Duh... I’m the longest-reigning champion in the company’s history!
Ambika Renton: That’s right!...until you got stripped of the title last week.
(Immediately, Heather glares at Ambika with a sneer on her face. But Alexis steps in before she can say anything.)
Alexis Makarios: Yes, well...that was extremely unfair and, in my opinion, a huge mistake on the part of the former president. But, we have a new president who I think will be a fair and impartial -
(Ambika holds up her hand to stop Alexis mid sentence.)
Ambika Renton: Alright, I’m just gonna stop you there before your bullshit breath stinks up my office. If you think for one second that I don’t know what’s going on in this company, then girl do I have news for you. Having been in this industry for nearly two decades now, I tend to keep my eye on certain promotions that I feel have potential, and PWS Apex has been at the top of my list. I tune in and watch every single week. So yeah, I saw what happened at the last Riot show. And, if memory serves me correctly...the two of you are banned from the building.
(Both Heather and Alexis start screaming angrily, but Ambika simply watches them with an amused little smirk before she glances off to the side to a group of waiting security guards.)
Ambika Renton: Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind escorting Ms. Haze and Ms. Makarios from the building.
(The security guards start to move in on the two women, and for a moment it looked like Alexis was going to square up to them.)
Ambika Renton: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Alexis. I mean, if you ever want another title shot in this company again, that is.
Alexis Makarios: You can’t do that! I swear to god I will call David Shane and go over your head!
Ambika Renton: Try me.
(With a glare towards Ambika, both Alexis and Heather finally turn on their heels and stomp off down the hallway, followed by the security guards. Ambika wiggles her fingers at them, before shaking her head and heading back into her office.)
Shawn Young vs. Malachi
JR Freeman: Fans our opening contest is gonna be, I think, one Helluva showcase for the newcomer…”The Young Hit Wonder” Shawn Young.
Alfonso Banks: Are you kidding me? He poked the crankiest Irish bear he could have found. Malachi is going to eat him alive.
JR Freeman: For sure it’s a daunting challenge, Malachi being a former PWS World Heavyweight Champion in his own right but don’t count the youngblood out just yet!
(And so it was, the young and flashy newcomer started with a dazzling display taking the stoic Malachi a bit off guard with his devil-may-care, high-flying offense as he ducked Malachi’s call for a test of strength and quickly snapped off a flying headscissors that Malachi effortlessly cartwheeled out of just in time to step out of the way of a dazzling backflip kick which just infuriates Malachi who rears back and cracks the greenhorn in the chest as hard as he can with a massive Irish Hammer! Malachi dives on Young and is pelting him with right hands as the referee counts and finally has to physically pull him off.)
JR Freeman: Malachi better watch himself that he doesn’t get disqualified here!
Alfonso Banks: I’m tellin’ you, this guy is NEVER in a good mood and “spot monkeys” just make him madder!
(Malachi turns around and starts to pick Young up when out of nowhere, Young surprises him and flips over holding his arm in a quick cross armbreaker!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Ref: Do you wanna quit!?
...NO.
...NO.
...NO
...N-Foot on the bottom rope! BREAK!
(The referee breaks them apart as Malachi gingerly starts to get up working feeling back into that arm as Young slides to the outside apron…)
JR Freeman: This could be huge! What’s he gonna do!?
(Malachi turns around JUST in time to see Shawn Young jump into a twist and springboard backwards looking for a moonsault which Malachi reads PERFECTLY and positions himself just in the right place to catch Young out of the air in the fireman’s carry position!)
JR Freeman: OH GOD THAT WAS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!
Alfonso Banks: TALK ABOUT YOUR ALL TIME BACKFIRES!
(And absolutely sneering at the camera before he tosses him, Malachi hits his tried and true Pure Malice with the deep cover!)
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2!
3!
Alfonso Banks: WHAT a show by Malachi! He’s as dangerous and pissed as he’s ever been!
JR Freeman: But take NOTHING away from the upstart Shawn Young! If it weren’t for just that one rookie mistake...Malachi could have EASILY been put away tonight!
WINNER - MALACHI
(Scene fades up in the back with Claire Anderson standing with Richard Rider and Morgan Baker. Rider was standing next to her, and Morgan off to the side. Both had their Tag Team Titles draped over their shoulders.)
Clare Anderson: Hello, PWS:APEX World! I’m standing here with our newly crowned Tag Team Champions, the team of Morgan Baker and Richard Ri…
(She was cut off by Rider. He cleared his throat and grabbed the mic, moving it away from her and towards him while it was still in her hand.)
Richard Rider: No. It’s Richard Rider and Morgan Baker. You gotta list the best first. I mean… look at us…
(Claire scrunched her eyes a little, but shook it off.)
Clare Anderson: Uh… my bad. Anyways, congratulations you guys! This is the first taste of gold for both of you. How does it feel?
Morgan Baker: Oh Claire, you can’t eve….
(Rider cut her off and spoke right over her, without a care in the world.)
Richard Rider: It was inevitable. Everyone said there was no way we could win. There was no way I could carry such a green little rookie to gold. But, by god, I did it.
Morgan Baker: I helped…
Richard Rider: Sure you did… Anyways, Claire, to answer your next question, yes, I will be taking pictures with the belt with some fans. $15 per picture, $25 if they want to hold the belt. They have to be wearing a mask because, well, we can’t risk my health. I mean, who would defend these belts if I got sick?
Morgan Baker: Rider…
(He snaps his head in her direction)
Richard Rider: What? Why are you trying to take away my spotlight? I already let you on camera with me… wasn’t that enough?
(He turns his body in her direction)
Richard Rider: What could you POSSIBLY want from me at this point? I MADE YOU A CHAMPION!
Morgan Baker: I just wanted to point out that we won these together. I mean, I even got the pin. So… don’t I get at least a little bit of credit or something? Aren’t we supposed to be a team?
(This angered Rider and he took a deep breath.)
Richard Rider: No, that’s not how this works. See, in each team in the history of this business there are certain dynamics. There’s a leader and break out star… and then there’s the leech. Guess which one you are? Well you are as hell aren’t the leader! The only reason we won these tiles was ME! You just WISH you had enough talent to win a title! So get the hell off my back and stop NAGGING me if you want me to let you KEEP your half of the titles!
(With that, he lets out a frustrated sigh as he storms off. The camera shows that Morgan was upset, on the verge of tears with how she was just spoken to, but holding it in. The camera zooms out to show that Miles Kasey was standing just off camera watching the whole thing unfold. Claire turns back to Morgan, obviously concerned for her friend.)
Clare Anderson: You ok, Morgan? That was pretty harsh of him.
Morgan Baker: Yeah, I mean, it’s whatever. He’s my partner, what can I do about it?
Miles Kasey: Stand up to him?
(Morgan turns around as Miles looks down at her with a smile on his face.)
Morgan Baker: I- ...uhh...I can’t.
Miles Kasey: Why? That jackass just stood here and treated you like he did all the work 2 weeks ago. Morgan, I know you are still fairly young, I know this is your first championship. It caught you by surprise, it definitely caught him by surprise because you got that win. You are officially a champion Morgan, and while you share it with him, he has ZERO right to tear you down like that, love.
Morgan Baker: It’d be easier if he wasn’t my partner. I don’t trust him at all.
(Miles eyebrows shoot up and a wicked smile crosses his face.)
Miles Kasey: Well...then if you ladies will excuse me...
(At this point, Miles walked off camera with a wicker smirk. The cameras focused on a confused Morgan as the show cut to commercial.)
Dawn Warren vs. Tayler Park
JR Freeman: Sports fans I don’t know how to describe this next match to you it’s…
Alfonso Banks: ...the weirdest *dolphin noise* thing you’ll ever see.
JR Freeman: On the line is a shot...a chance...to go on to Crusade and fight for the vacant Collateral Damage Championship! On one hand you’ve got “The Mosh Pit Princess”...the evil, grungy, dirty Tayler Parks who’s not afraid to get in there and destroy MEN twice her size! And she’s AGAINST…
Alfonso Banks: ...a Scrappy Doo obsessed bookworm who wears WAY too much pink.
JR Freeman: BE that as it may...don’t you DARE change that channel because I have the feeling you’re gonna see something only PWS:APEX can bring you!
(These two start up in a lock up which sees Tayler Parks, who has a 38 pound weight differential, absolutely launch Dawn back into the corner as she starts pounding her chest and screaming about how the ring was HER Wall of Death and “Pinkie Pie doesn’t belong” when we see red flush into Dawn’s face and a vicious scowl crosses her eyes as she stomps in place and screams “PUPPYYYYY POWERRRRR!” and takes off like a SHOT at Parks who tries to catch her with a big forearm that Dawn baseball slides through and when Parks turns around she’s rocked with a BIG step up enziguri! The momentum is enough to send Tayler rolling as she tucks and pops up against the ropes running her hand across her chin just in time to see Dawn running at her looking for a big running crossbody through the ropes...but Tayler catches her clean.)
JR Freeman: Tayler Parks is just too much bigger and way too vicious...this could spell trouble for Dawn.
Alfonso Banks: DO. YA. THINK!?
(Parks walks around just holding Dawn and for fun she starts headbanging a little bit forcing Dawn to do it with her which gets a little chuckle from the crowd as Tayler finally swings her around in a full nelson position looking for The Breakdown but before she can slam the Pink Puppy, she’s caught off guard by Dawn slipping through and turning it into a roll-up!)
1!
2!
THR-...KICKOUT!!!
(Tayler kicks out with such force it throws Dawn into the corner as Tayler rolls backwards back up to her feet and lets out a primal shriek as she dashes in catching the Pink Paragon off guard with The Grunge Kick! Dawn falls lifeless to the mat as Tayler falls on her!)
1!
2!
THREkickoutascloseasyoucanget!!!!
(Tayler looks at the referee who assures her Dawn, the purveyor of Puppy Power got her little shoulder up before the three count! Tayler looks at the stirring Dawn and nods her head respectively before she stands up with her hands on her hips...and walks to her feet and grabs her legs almost saying a little “sorry” before she viciously snaps her over into The Wall of Death submission! Dawn screams in pain and her little hand is outstretched but she never...taps...out. The referee finally checks her and notices she’s passed out from the pain and he calls for the bell!)
JR Freeman: MY GOD THIS TAYLER PARKS IS SCARY!
Alfonso Banks: I gotta say though I was more impressed with the Pink Puppy than I thought I’d be!
JR Freeman: NEVER underestimate the power of puppies OR pink partner, PERIOD!!
WINNER - TAYLER PARKS
(The cameras cut to the back where Bella Madison was standing. She seemed somewhat zoned out when Claire Anderson walked up to her.)
Clare Anderson: Bella? Could we get a word before your match tonight?
(Bella ignored her, as if she didn’t hear her at all. She was staring into nothing, flipping a coin.)
Clare Anderson: Bella? Are you ok?
(Bella caught the coin and snapped back to reality.)
Bella Madison: Hmm??? Sorry… I gotta go.
(Without another word, Bella walked off, leaving Claire confused as the show cuts to a commercial)
(The show comes back from a commercial and shows Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze in the parking lot. They are angry as Alexis is dialing a number on her phone.)
Alexis Makarios: I’m about to solve aaaaaaall our issues.
(Heather nodded as the phone dialed and Alexis put it on speaker phone. David Shane answered.)
David Shane: Hey, Lexi. What’s up?
Alexis Makarios: Hey David! So, there’s a little issue going on at PWS that I need your help with.
David Shane: Lexi…
Alexis Makarios: Here’s the deal! There’s this new… woman… as president since Levi stepped down. And she won’t let us in the damn arena!
David Shane: Well, you two are suspended for the week…
Heather Haze: But you could overrule and lift that? Right? I mean I already had my title unfairly stripped from beneath me! It’s out of hand!!!
David Shane: I admit things are a bit crazy… but my hands are tied. You guys prompted Levi to do what he did. While I don’t agree with it, I am not going to overrule it. I can’t get involved like that.
Alexis Makarios: But David…
David Shane: I’m sorry, Lexi. You know you are family and I would do anything I could to help you out. But you know what happened when I did something as simple as root for you to win the title. For the sake of PWS, I can’t get involved in this matter at this point. They have valid reasons for doing what they did. And while I don’t like it, from a business standpoint I really can’t do much. You understand… right?
Alexis Makarios: THIS IS SO UNFAIR!
David Shane: I get that. But you two got yourselves into this mess… it’s up to you guys to get yourselves out. I’ve seen you get out of worse. Now, once something IS legit against the law or contracts… I promise to step in. I’m sorry I can’t do more to help you right now.
(Alexis lets out a sigh.)
Alexis Makarios: Thanks anyways. See ya later, David.
(With this, the call ended. She looked to Heather and got a smirk on her face.)
Alexis Makarios: Seems like we are on our own with this one.
Heather Haze: It’s you and me against the world.
(The two chuckle a bit as the show cuts to ringside.)
Cleo Phillips vs. Miss Puppies
JR Freeman: And now we come to the OTHER Number One Contenders match for the vacant Collateral Damage Championship at Crusade!
Alfonso Banks: The WRONGFULLY vacated Collateral Damage championship!
JR Freeman: Protest all you want Alf, it’s done. And fans this one oughta be fun. We got the Body Snatcher back in the house!
Alfonso Banks: CLEOOOOO PHILLIPS!!! Damn she fine. That’s a girl you can’t take home to mama but’cha still wanna call, know what I’m sayin’?
JR Freeman: ...I don’t think YOU know what you’re saying. Anyway let’s see how she fares against the manliest woman on God’s green Earth. She’s all about the Three B’s partner!
Alfonso Banks: The what now?
JR Freeman: BALLS, BEERS, AND BRAWLS!!!
Alfonso Banks: ...oh please GOD don’t make that a thing…
(The sight of these two walking culture shocks in the ring is rivaled only by the comparison of the last match with the Mosh Pit Princess and the Pink Puppy. The hood side QUICKLY comes out of Cleo Phillips cause Miss Puppies starts off this match...grabbing her chest to try and compare cup sizes. Cleo turns to look at her associate Big Mo on the outside and screams “Aww HELL naw!” and quickly stomps on Puppies foot and hits a HUGE New York Minute discus forearm out of nowhere but to her surprise...while Puppies drops back and hits a knee, she pops right back up leaning against the rope and checking her mouth for blood and...SMILING?)
Alfonso Banks: ...CALL THE COPS!!!
(Miss Puppies steps forward happily chattering about it being a fight then so they lock up for the first time and neither of them being able to budge the other one being similar in size! They finally unlock and start jaw jacking...and then they start JAW JACKING! They’re trading right hands and Puppies is getting the upper hand until Big Mo steps up on the apron and the referee gets distracted letting Cleo quickly flick Miss Puppies square in the eyeballs to get an advantage as she bounds into the ropes and comes back looking for that big Bronx Kick bicycle kick that Puppies narrowly avoids as Puppies sideswipes her with...The Dirty Dozen!)
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: ...what the Hell IS the Dirty Dozen?
JR Freeman: The world may never know.
(Puppies starts to pick Cleo back up by her hair as Cleo comes up and just straight BITCH slaps her in the mouth! As Puppies staggers back, Cleo preps herself looking for the Milly Rock knee when Puppies turns around but Cleo gets plucked outta midair and paraded around as Miss Puppies...hits THE BAM SLAM!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
1!
2!
THRE...KICKOUT!!!
(There’s a collective groan in the arena as Miss Puppies is a perennial crowd favorite and she looks PISSED at the ref who tells her it was a two as she punches the mat and sizes her up and while she’s sizing her up, Big Mo is back up on the apron and she’s clapping after every word she’s saying trying to get Puppies attention...it works as the referee ejects Big Mo but it doesn’t matter...the distraction is enough! Cleo pops up, grabs Puppies in the dragon sleeper position and twirls her to Set It Off!!! The ref falls!)
1!
2!
3!
JR Freeman: WOW what a spectacle! Big Mo comin’ through and paying HUGE dividends for Cleo Phillips ALREADY!
Alfonso Banks: Hey a win is a win is a win is a WIN! I just wonder...where my girl CELEBRATIN’ at tonight, y’know!?
JR Freeman: ...Alfonso...I say this, not as your friend...not as your co-worker...not even as a human being concerned for your health. THAT woman...will chew you up, spit out out, and the burn the crying remains.
Alfonso Banks: ...alright, a simple “NO” woulda sufficed I guess...ass...
WINNER - CLEO PHILLIPS
(The cameras cut back into an empty room backstage. All that was in the room was a chair in the middle, which had Richard Rider tied to it. As the camera zooms in you can see that someone has put a lot… and I do mean a LOT of makeup on his face. His hair was all over the place and he looked a combination of pissed off and embarrassed. Out from behind him stepped Miles Kasey, with a pair of scissors in his hands.)
Miles Kasey: Let’s try this one more time… shall we, Dick Rider?
Richard Rider: IT’S…
Miles Kasey: DON’T CARE!
(Miles reached out and shoved a wadded up sock in Rider’s mouth, effectively silencing him.)
Miles Kasey: Awe man, that messed up your beautiful beautiful lipstick. What a shame. Either way, it’s extremely effective to shut your big fucking mouth. Cause you are going to hear what I have to say, after last Riot and especially after I watched how you treated that sweet girl that MADE YOU a champion, you had a lot of nerve to make Morgan feel like that. You’re lucky I don’t make you disappear completely.
(Miles gets up really close to him and whispers.)
Miles Kasey: And believe me, I could.
(He pulls back and holds up the shiny pair of scissors.)
Miles Kasey: Like em? A birthday present to my good friend Mattie. High-end fabric scissors, extremely sharp. They can even cut through the thickest of fabrics, like leather...even like that cheap ass shit you have on your ring gear.
(Rider screams something through the sock that sounds something similar to ‘Screw You’)
Miles Kasey: Yeah, sorry, not really my type. But you get the point here, dontcha Dickie? See, I was just gonna pull another harmless prank on you this week. Maybe superglue you to your chair in catering and embarrass you in front of everyone, but instead after watching your little act earlier, I’ve decided to make an example out of you. Morgan is a kind sweet girl who works her ass off and deserves a better person as a partner than a piece of shite like you. So, here is the deal...
(Miles walks behind him and grabs the back of hair.)
Miles Kasey: Next Riot, you are going to have a match with me. One on one. No tricks, no pranks. And when I beat you, I will be taking your place as Morgan’s partner, and half of the Tag Team Champions. Are we clear?
(Rider shook his head angrily. Miles let out a sigh and opened the scissors, holding them close to Riders hair.)
Miles Kasey: Damn, it sure would be a shame if these… slipped… and
(He holds up a chunk of Rider’s hair with the scissors less than an inch or so away from it, open, ready to snip.)
Miles Kasey: So, whaddya say there Dickie? HMM
(Rider said something muffled, Miles let down the piece of hair and pulled the sock out of his mouth.)
Richard Rider: FINE!!!!
Miles Kasey: See? Was that so hard?
(Miles came around in front of Rider and took out his cellphone and snapped a picture. He looked at it and grinned.)
Miles Kasey: Goodness, you are so pretty…
(He showed the picture to Rider before leaving the room in laughter. The cameras cut to commercial)
Non-Title
Mack McKane vs. Bella Madison
(Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
JR Freeman: Ah sports fans I don’t think this next one is gonna be for the faint of heart, quite frankly.
Alfonso Banks: THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT! Either way, one of these two gets their stupid mouths shut up for once in their stupid lives!
JR Freeman: Levi Russow and Laura Phoenix have both sworn this wasn’t their doing and while both competitors knew it would come to this eventually someday, the champion doesn’t seem too keen on it being so soon. ESPECIALLY with it happening so close to his beloved Mattie’s birthday so close.
Meg Reynolds: At 5’5 and a half inches weighing 125 pounds from NEW YORK...NEWWWWW YOOOORK...BELLA...MMMMMMAAAAAAADISOOOOOON!!!!
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.)
“I told you once
I told you twice
I can't be tricked
Can't be hypnotized
You tell me I'm pretty when
I'm sitting here in silence”
(The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.)
“Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me
You got the picture painted all wrong
No, I won't be your masterpiece
Don't feed me lies
I'll chew them up and spit em out
Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me”
(Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out. She hops down and bounces out the nerves as she turns and looks to the top of the ramp where there is nothing but silence for quite a few moments.)
Alfonso Banks: What the Hell is going on?
JR Freeman: Well our champion Mack McKane WAS very vocal about being against this match…
Alfonso Banks: HA! You’re telling me the All-Mighty Mack turned tail and RAN!
JR Freeman: I don’t think that’s it at- *lights die*
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
Meg Reynolds: And at 6’1, 245 lbs from Camden Town, London, England...YOUR PWS WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...MACK!...MUUUUUUUHHHHHHCKAAAAAAANE!!!!
(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 spiked mask and a long trench coat still open enough to showcase the PWS World Heavyweight Championship, his hands crossed in front of him. Instead of his usual theatrics he staves off the dry ice and the pomp and circumstance and storms into the ring sliding under and walking right up to Bella getting in her face...his eyes almost pleading behind the mask.)
JR Freeman: Even now in the genesis of battle you can see our champion trying to REASON with his friend.
Alfonso Banks: Well if Bella Madison is anything as good as she SAYS she is, this should be no problem!
JR Freeman: It’s not a matter of how good Bella is! Mack KNOWS how good Bella is! He KNOWS she deserves to be here! But look at his track record!
(The referee gets in between them as Mack takes his mask and coat off and tosses it to the side as Bella sheds her ring attire not even saying a word to Mack, just glaring through him with a look of pure determination as Mack is jawing more than we’ve ever seen him jaw in his life.)
DING!
(Mack walks out into the middle of the ring with his hands out and Bella tricks him into shaking one of hers as Mack shakes his head and continuously PLEADS with her not to make him do this! Mack still has his hands outstretched in peace as Bella grabs one and floats through with a hammerlock which just seems to irritate Mack as he drops to one knee quickly and floats out of it flipping her over into a rear chinlock trying to get through to her. This just angers her as she stomps her way off and pushes him away and his voice gets a little more stern as he points a finger that she grabs and yanks his arm in capturing his head and launching back off the ropes looking for a big swinging tornado DDT which Mack throws her off! She lands on her feet and slaps the mat angrily as she starts screaming “FIGHT ME!!!” at Mack who starts screaming back at her that he doesn’t want to hurt her!)
JR Freeman: Well so far we’ve seen some BRILLIANT technical back and forth between these two and it was almost...by accident, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: How can these two be ACCIDENTALLY better than they are when they’re ACTUALLY trying?
JR Freeman: ...Five Dollars...I will literally pay you five dollars to go say that to either of their faces.
(Bella is starting to REALLY lose her temper as she storms towards Mack who puts his hands out trying to reason with her until Bella hauls off and slaps him across the face as hard as she can screaming “FIGHT ME! FIGHT! ME!!!” Mack cracks his neck...folds his hands in front of him...and holds his head high turning the other cheek. Which Bella gladly slaps just as hard. She is slapping the rotten dog shit out of the champion trying to get him to fight her until she slaps herself spent and Mack is massaging his jaws that are BEET red...as he laughs.)
Mack McKane: Always knew youse had a wallop on yas...but I weren’t gonna hurt’cha love.
Bella Madison: Yeah? How ‘bout NOW?
(And with that, the slaps are gone, Bella hauls off and starts reaming Mack in the left side of the face with VICIOUS right haymakers that the ref starts admonishing her for, she breaks the count at four as Mack is to one knee holding his jaw as Bella bounds back with the Bella Aube snap hurricanrana driver! Mack is trying to shake the cobwebs out as Bella bravely attempts to follow that up with her patented Bella Notte finisher. But once Mack has his senses about him, he sees she can’t quite muscle him into the right position and when she reaches for his hand...he snatches her fingers. And slowly he stomps back to a standing position with Bella on her knees...as he’s got her fingers in a precarious position as we’ve seen time and time again. We see the rage, the unhinged fervor flash across the madman’s face as he lifts her hand and lowers his face to hers...until humanity returns to his eyes and he screams…
Mack McKane: DON’T...MAKE...ME...DO THIS…
(In a shocking turn of events, Mack throws Bella’s hand away and she falls back to the mat looking at him as he runs his hand through his hair and paces back and forth making the mistake of turning his back on her and leaning against the top rope.)
JR Freeman: What is going on in the mind of Mack McKane lately?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know but refusing to fight one of the deadliest champions in PWS history is a good way to put a target on your back for that World Championship you’re carrying wouldn’t you say?
JR Freeman: I...I can’t say you’re wrong, partner.
Bella Madison: FIGHT ME!!! FUCKING FIGHT ME MACK!!!
(Mack runs a hand over his face and is talking to himself as Bella is REALLY losing her temper now as Mack turns back to try and explain to her she ducks under his arm and when he turns back around she’s springboarded and peppered him with the MASSIVE Beautiful Disaster enziguri! Mack takes it full bore to the face and gets knocked ass over tea kettle as he lies on the ground holding his head and struggling to find the strength to get up! Before he knows what’s comin’ at him he NARROWLY rolls out of the way of Bella flying high looking for that big Second Gen phoenix splash!)
JR Freeman: WHAT RING AWARENESS BY MCKANE!!!
Alfonso Banks: STAY ON HER!!! FINISH HER!!! BREAK HER BONES!!!
(Bella flops around like a fish in pain and when she finally settles...her face, specifically her mouth and jaw area...are resting along the bottom rope. Normally the fans in attendance are going CRAZY for a position like this because they know exactly what’s coming and even Mack turns around and sees and loses track of his senses for a moment as he darts over and he puts both hands on the top rope and he starts breathing heavy.)
JR Freeman: Oh no! Mack no no no! Not like this! Think of who that is! Think of what you’re doing!
Alfonso Banks: AND THEN DO IT! SMASH IT! STOMP IT! BOP IT! PULL IT! TWIST IT! KILL IT!
(Mack is crazed for one moment as he screams to the fans who are actually chanting “NO! NO! NO! NO!” at him and that seems to snap him back to reality as he realizes he has his boot hovering over the face of Bella Madison prepared to jump up for Ambien Alley and it scares him so bad he stumbles backwards, falling and landing in the opposite corner. The fans give him a cheer and a round of applause as he holds his hand out to catch his composure breathing heavily as he looks at his hands and grabs at his hair. This might be the hardest match he’s never fought.)
JR Freeman: And thank GOD Mack McKane came to his senses! He would have NEVER forgiven himself for that one!
Alfonso Banks: And I’m never going to forgive him for not doing it! MY QUEEN HEATHER HAZE COMPELS YOU!!!
(Bella stirs and turns around laying in the adjacent corner wincing in pain looking over at the opposite corner at Mack who’s holding his head in his hands and she’s looking at him with gratefulness, respect...and complete irritated rage. She pulls herself up and she storms over to his corner and gets down in his face.)
Bella Madison: You think you’re doing me a favor you sonuvabitch? I”m a fucking O’NEIL...a fucking MADISON. We BUILT this company! What? Just cause I’m a GIRL? I”m not some fragile fucking plaything Mack, FIGHT ME!
(Bella stands up and starts booting Mack in the face a couple times before getting back down in his face.)
Bella Madison: FIGHT. ME!!!
(She stands up and goes to boot Mack again who catches it and slowly stands up with a look of death in his eye as he makes her hop on one foot back to the center of the ring and keeps her standing there awhile.)
Mack McKane: ...I made...a fookin’...PROMISE.
(Mack shoves the leg he’s holding and knocks Bella back on her ass which REALLY sets her off as Mack goes to turn his back on her…)
Bella Madison: Oh no you don’t motherfucker!
(Bella clocks Mack in the back of the head and whips him around locking in the front face hitting the Ashes to Ashes!)
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THRE-MACK’S LEG IS BARELY UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
(Bella turns around and looks and sure enough, Mack’s leg is under the bottom rope as Bella screams in anguish.)
Alfonso Banks: Hey partner?
JR Freeman: Yeah Alf?
Alfonso Banks: Is it just me or did it look like Mack McKane...didn’t...WANT his leg to be under the bottom rope?
JR Freeman We may never know my friend, could be happenstance, could be strategy. Either way, we march onward!
(Mack is absolutely out of his mind as Bella picks him up, dead on his feet, to the point he’s probably forgotten that he was trying his best not to fight back which was proven most when Bella shrieked in his face and went for another Ashes To Ashes this time closer to the middle of the ring but before she could kick for the pancake out, Mack dances through it and clutches her from behind like they’re doing the tango. Before Bella even knows what’s going on Mack whispers “I’m sorry” and kisses her forehead as he whips her around VIOLENTLY for one of the most brutal Memento Mori ripcord short-arm lariat’s we’ve ever seen!)
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(The bell sounds and Mack instantly sits up and cradles Bella’s barely conscious head in his lap with great concern on his face almost...like he’s about to tear up at the prospect of what he’s just done.)
Mack McKane: I’m sorry, Mia Bella...I’m so, so sorry!!! Please...PLEASE forgive me!!!
(Mack rocks her back and forth and we get the feeling this is about something a little deeper as Bella is tough enough she soon quickly recovers and pulls away from Mack holding the back of her neck looking at him immensely disappointed at the loss as Mack looks back at her heartbroken.)
WINNER - MACK MCKANE
JR Freeman: He begged with her, he pleaded with her, he didn’t want to do it.
Alfonso Banks: You can’t be in this business and have friends, EVENTUALLY you’re GONNA have to hurt them at some point or another.
JR Freeman: But it’s okay for a man to have PRINCIPLES, Alf! I thought we saw what kind of devoted friend Mack McKane truly was tonight and what a hellacious competitor former United Champion Bella Madison can really be! I wouldn’t be surprised if...WHOEVER booked this match looks to run this one back as quickly as they can!
(Bella rolls around holding her chest, coughing violently as Mack pops up with a look of complete fear on his face. He looks down at the arm that struck her...then back to her pained, coughing body...and then looks around like he's afraid, upset, pissed off...and he just bails from the ring as fast as we can. The camera slowly pans up to a Skybox to show Everett Jacobs flanked by his bodyguard cackling with joy as he gives a slow clap.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God now THAT is just PATHETIC!
Alfonso Banks: Do you...do you suppose Everett had something to DO with this?
JR Freeman: Whether he did or not...I don't think it matters at this point. WHEN...not IF...but WHEN Mack gets his hands on that young man...I hope his father has bountiful life insurance.
(Back in the ring, Bella has started to sit up holding her chest with watery eyes as the ref checks on her when the fans start to buzz...as Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze appear in the audience laughing at her!)
JR Freeman: WHAT'S THIS NOW!? Those two were suspended this week!
Alfonso Banks: Final bell of the show rang, JR! They can do what they want!
JR Freeman: They're still not allowed in the building! WHERE THE HELL...IS AKUMA!?
(Bella is now on her feet, beaten, bruised and bleeding from the mouth but viciously screaming for the two to bring it on! They begin to stalk her like injured prey until the crowd pops again.)
JR Freeman: AND THE CAVALRY ARRIVES!!!
(Seemingly out of nowhere Malachi has slithered up at Bella Madison's side and a moment later...Jack Russow takes her other side! The shit talk suddenly takes a turn and the distraction lasts just long enough as suddenly security comes flooding through the crowd chasing Alexis and Haze off as Bella drops back down to a knee as Mal does as well to check on her with Jack bending over in worry.)
JR Freeman: Folks it's been a WILD night of action, we know now who will face each other at Crusade to become our NEW Collateral Damage Champion and what an emotional main event…
Alfonso Banks: What the Hell happened to Mack McKane!?
JR Freeman: So many questions we'll have to wait to find answers for partner, we're outta time! Fans thanks for tuning in and we'll see YOU...the next time WE...start a Riot!