Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Dec 9, 2020 1:57:52 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Riot
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Live from the PWS Arena
New York, NY
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Live from the PWS Arena
New York, NY
(As “Trials” by Starset finishes playing the pyro and high sweeping shots of the arena continue to welcome everyone back home to New York as we see a lot of signs in the audience like “MAKARIOS & HAZE ARE MY WIVES!!!” and “Everett Jacobs can E-JACULATE MY BALLS!!!” and “You’re In Russow Country!” as the booming voice of JR Freeman leads us in…)
JR Freeman: GOOD EVENING EVERYONE AND WELCOME...to the go-home show of PWS Crusade! Tonight we’ll see where everyone will land, who will get what, where will get when, I WILL GET A RAISE!
Alfonso Banks: *ahem*
JR Freeman: Regardless tonight, we are going to have a night jam PACKED with bright new stars to let you see what PWS has on the horizon!
Alfonso Banks: And I got a little problem with the nepotism around here, JR. It gets worse here EVERY. SHOW.
JR Freeman: Whattya mean, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: We’re about to head to our match...AND ISSANOTHER EFFING MEMBER OF THE RUSSOW TRIBE!
JR Freeman: Not quite true there partner! Yes this young Krash MAY be champion Mack McKane’s younger brother but...I don’t see the similarities in violence just yet.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah? Well let me enlighten you...cause it’s time!
Singles Match
Krash vs Chris Blade
JR Freeman: So Krash is making his debut against a veteran to PWS in Chris Blade.
Alfonso Banks: I mean...that’s a very generous use of the term “veteran.”
JR Freeman: Well, he has been in the PWS circle for ages...well, more like a thorn in the side, but you get the idea.
(The match starts with fast paced action, as Krash gets out of the gates early. He goes after Blade with move after move, leaving Blade wondering where the hell he is.)
JR Freeman: Impressive showing here so far by Krash.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, he looks good, but I mean...it’s Blade…
JR Freeman: Fair enough.
(Krash continues to dominate, with Blade getting little offense in. The match really isn’t much of a contest, it’s more of a showcase of Krash’s abilities. The finishing sequence comes when Krash performs a flurry of moves, he gets Blade in the corner, bangs his head hard off the turnbuckle, then as Blade is staggering, Krash hops up to the top rope, before coming down with a Reverse Facing Diving Senton. He makes the cover and gets the three count.)
JR Freeman: He calls that the Chalk Outline! A VERY impressive performance from this newcomer here tonight.
Alfonso Banks: I tell you, Blade may need a chalk outline after that. He still hasn’t moved.
Winner - Krash
(In the back we see Krash smugly walking back towards the locker room through the loading dock when all of a sudden the roar of a ‘65 Mustang fastback screams into the arena on almost two wheels. Krash takes a step back as it skids to a stop right in front of him. Quickly the front door flies open and the fans go absolutely nuts as Mack McKane steps out in casual, ratty attire...still rocking one of his trademarked masks though. Mattie Cormier climbs happily out of the other side. Krash and Mack make eye contact for a moment, Krash laughing in Mack’s face that he just did what Mack could do, only better. Mack, not even phased, just tosses the keys to Krash like a common valet.)
Mack McKane: You scratch it, you bleed for it.
Krash: Well maybe I should just TAKE it…
Mack McKane: Whatever. I don’t have time for your pity party, I’m throwing my own. Excuse me.
(With that Mack slings the PWS World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder and stalks down the hallway towards Ambika Renton’s office. Once there he knocks on the door.)
“OPEN!”
(Mack gently pushes through the door as he gently walks over and sits the title on the seat…)
Ambika Renton: Ah Mr. McKane...I understand you and I have some business.
(Snarling behind his mask and beginning to loosen up his tie. He croaks…)
Mack McKane: The little cumrag still doesn’t seem to get the fact I have a squirrely nerd in my camp...that has been tracing every move. I don’t know how...I don’t know why...who he paid, why they accepted, but I’m guessing somebody NEW here saw McKane vs Bella as a possibility.
(Mack calmly sets his cufflinks down on the table before rolling up his sleeves as Ambika’s rather large henchmen themselves take a step forward which she brushes off.)
Mack McKane: Ms. Renton, was it? Yes...I would have to agree...you and I have some…
...business.
(And with that the door closes.)
(Inside the ring, General Manager Laura Phoenix stands at a table with a microphone in hand, two chairs are placed on either side of the table. The championship itself, two microphones, and the contract for the upcoming Collateral Damage Championship match between Tayler Parks and Cleo Phillips sit in the middle of the table, contract ready to be signed.)
Laura Phoenix: As we all know, a few weeks ago Heather Haze was stripped of the Collateral Damage Championship by Levi Russow, let’s take a look….
(Laura motions to the titantron where the footage of Heather Haze being stripped on Riot a few weeks back is played to freshen the fans memory.)
Laura Phoenix: Now, as a result of these actions two of our brightest up and comers have….
(Laura is interrupted by the sound of “MIA” by Lex Bratcher, as Cleo Phillips backed by Big Mo’ comes out posturing and taunting the crowd all the way down to the ring, she gives Laura an arrogant stare, before grabbing one of the microphones on the table.)
Cleo Phillips: Sorry to interrupt, but I figured I’d stop you from boring the fans with the usual blathering, they know the deal, I earned myself a championship match, and my opponent and I need to sign this here deal, we just don’t know what type of match we’ll be participating in, but honestly I don’t care. I’m ready for whatever you want to throw at me, so, do tell me Laura, what do you have planned for your next Collateral Damage champion?
Laura Phoenix: Well, I was getting to that...but if you’re in that much of a hurry we can…
(Once again, Laura is interrupted, this time by The Violence by Asking Alexandria, Tayler Parks comes out to mostly cheers from the crowd, she headbangs along with some of them, as the fans clearly show who they will be supporting in this outing and enters the ring, Cleo gets in her face, but Tayler doesn’t back down.)
Laura Phoenix: Ladies, please save it for your match at Crusade, please be seated and we will go over the details we have planned for you..
(It takes a few seconds, but both ladies oblige and take a seat across from each other at the table, allowing Laura to continue.)
Laura Phoenix: Now that we have you both here, please let’s keep things civil. Both of you have impressed since your arrivals here in PWS, and have been given an opportunity to become a champion. Now, the Collateral Damage…
(Cleo grabs her microphone, and interrupts.)
Cleo Phillips: The championship is about violence, and all that, can we get to the point? What match do you have for us?
Laura Phoenix: We want to make sure whoever wins this match truly fights for it. You have to fight in some of the more dangerous matches types in order to defend it, some would say you have to go through HELL to defend it, and you ladies will do just that, but it won’t just be one, it will be THREE stages of hell. Now management has already decided to start you off with a street fight, but the final two stages are up to you, both of you will be choosing a stipulation for a second...and if needed a third stage. Now, please..the floor is yours.
(Cleo once again is the first to speak, Tayler just lounges in her chair smirking allowing Cleo to talk, every so often making the “talk” motion with her hand.)
Cleo Phillips: Well, first off Laura there is going to be no need for a third stage, since I’ll be winning the first two, but I’ll play along. Tayler, let me explain something to you. You ain’t tough. You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen. Not just on the streets, but on the inside as well. You ever been locked up Tayler? Because I have, and inside the walls..it’s a whole different animal. I once saw a girl get shanked over some tater tots, another got jumped by four girls over hitting the e-cig too long. I’ve survived in these environments, places you wouldn’t survive. There’s nothing you can come up with that can scare me, nothing I won’t do to survive, nothing I won’t do to win. I know what it’s like to be in chains Tayler, do you? Well you’re going to find out, because my chosen stipulation...is a DOG COLLAR MATCH.
(Cleo smirks, as the fans react with cheers, approving of the stipulation chosen by Cleo, but not necessarily Cleo herself.)
Laura Phoenix: Very good, a dog collar match should be very fitting for the Collateral Damage championship, Tayler, you’ve been quiet. What are you thinking?
Tayler Parks: Well I may have spoken, but she just wouldn’t shut up would she?
(Cleo scowls at Tayler from across the table as the crowd cheers.)
Tayler Parks: I don’t want to be the one wasting time out here, but I do want my opponent to know that she isn’t as tough as she thinks she is. All this bravado and tough talk, it’s all a facade. You need people to see you as this tough streetwise chick, and in many ways you are just that. But you thrive on it too much, you need people to be afraid of you. I don’t doubt your toughness, but you don’t scare me. I don’t care where you’ve been or what you’ve done, you’re here now and we’re going to fight., and that’s something I’m very good at…
Cleo Phillips: You think I haven’t been in any fights Avril Lavinge? Trust me, I know how to fight, and I’ll show you what these hands can do at Crusade.
Tayler Parks: I don’t doubt you can fight, you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t, but what you lack is discipline. I have the proper training to know how to really fight in a disciplined and trained manner. I am going to not only be taking this championship, but exposing you as well. My chosen match...is a submission match.
(The fans respond in kind with a pop, as Cleo tries to hide a nervous look in her eyes.)
Laura Phoenix: Very well, both of you have chosen match types that benefit you. I should have expected no less. I should remind you once you sign your names on the contracts, the match is official, and as part of the deal you may not lay a hand on one another before the match. If one of you attacks the other, we will be forced to remove you from the match and find a replacement.
Cleo Phillips: Hey, you don’t gotta worry about me boss. Where I come from, your word is your bond. You make a deal, sign a contract, whatever you honor it. Otherwise...there’s consequences. So I do hope little miss rock and roll here doesn’t lose her cool.
(Cleo signs her name on the contract and winks in Taylers face, Tayler smiles in response and signs her name on the contract.)
Tayler Parks: You’re not going to trigger me, I’m not that stupid. I’ll see you at Crusade.
(Tayler leans into Cleo, and winks right back in her face. There’s some jaw jacking back and forth, but neither lady takes a shot at the other, not wanting to ruin their shot. Tayler moves to leave the ring, when Cleo grabs the mic.)
Cleo Phillips: Just one thing, the contract states we can’t touch each other, and I intend to keep my word, but...Big Mo’ isn’t part of the deal.
(In a flash Big Mo grabs Tayler as she's exiting between the ropes, pulling her back in and dropping her with a hard punch to the jaw, Laura is forced to make a quick retreat as Big Mo’ tosses Tayler into a corner and follows up with a massive clothesline. Cleo starts barking orders and points to the table, signaling for her to put Tayler through it. Big Mo scoops up Tayler again, but Tayler fights back with punches, until Big Mo’ gut checks her, then it’s a quick lift up, and powerbomb through the table.)
JR Freeman: OH COME ON!
Alfonso Banks: I KNEW IT! I had a feeling this was coming.
JR Freeman: I mean, Crusade is just a couple weeks away but this is completely uncalled for.
(Cleo stands over Tayler with a microphone.)
Cleo Phillips: We’ll see you at Crusade.
(Cleo and Big Mo’ exit up the ramp, as officials come to check on Tayler. Cleo taunts her from the stage area. As Tayler is being helped back up, she smiles at Cleo, who suddenly looks a bit nervous and quickly exits to the back with Big Mo’. The scene closes on a shot of Taylers smiling face.)
JR Freeman: Well it looks like the Collateral Damage Championship match at Crusade is going to be indeed personal after tonight.
Alfonso Banks: And maybe even bloody. Three Stages of Hell, Street Fight, Dog Collar and Submission is all set for Crusade and we will have a new CD Champ!
Tag Team Match
Alexis Makarios/Heather Haze vs Skip/Mud
JR Freeman: We’ll see how the challengers at Crusade fair against their competition tonight.
Alfonso Banks: I can tell you how they’ll fair, very well.
JR Freeman: Let’s just see if they can manage to do it without using underhanded tactics.
Alfonso Banks: You take that insinuation back!
JR Freeman: What? Even you can’t deny they like to do things by any means necessary, legal or not.
Alfonso Banks: I have no idea what you’re talking about!
(The match starts with Alexis in the ring with Skip. Alexis smirks as she starts strong, taking advantage. She maintains control for the first 2 minutes or so before tagging in Heather. Heather maintains control for a few minutes as well before Skip manages to reverse a headlock and rushes to his corner to tag out to Mud.)
JR Freeman: Here comes the muscle of their team to go head to head with Haze.
Alfonso Banks: Let’s see if he can fair any better than his partner. I doubt it.
(Mud rushes in and as the fresh person takes control quickly knocking Heather off her feet. Alexis yells encouragement to her partner from the corner. Mud lifts Heather up by her hair and shoves her head under his arm, going for a DDT. Before he can hit the move, Heather stomps on his foot hard causing him to lose his grip. She stands up and pushes Mud backwards. He lands in the corner. She takes a few steps back and rushes at him, hitting him with a hard elbow to the gut! He doubles over holding his gut. She takes this advantage to go to the top ropes quickly and come down with a stomp to the back of Mud’s head! She goes for a pin!)
1...2..KICKOUT!
(Mud kicks out at 2. Heather grabs him by the head and drags him over to their corner. She tags out to Alexis, who hops into the ring. The two perform a double team suplex on Mud, and Alexis goes for the pin.)
1...2… KICKOUT!
(Mud kicked out again at a 2 count. Alexis continues for the next couple of minutes to wear him down. He manages to knock her down long enough to tag out to Skip. Skip comes in pretty fresh, and rushes at Alexis. He spears her to the ground and goes for a pin!)
1...KICKOUT!
(Heather climbs in the ring and breaks the count. The referee tells her to leave thering and she fights with him for a moment before going back to their corner. Alexis and Skip continue back and forth. Alexis tags out to Heather. Heather comes in and after a moment or two hits Skip with a Jailbait and goes for the pin!)
Alfonso Banks: Jailbait!
JR Freeman: Wouldn’t be shocked if that’s not the first time you’ve yelled that.
Alfonso Banks: DUDE!
1...2…
(Mud rushes in to stop the pin, Alexis sees this and rushes at him, preventing it!)
3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Meg Reynolds: And your winners… HEATHER HAZE AND ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!
(Mud and Skip roll out of the ring while Alexis and Heather celebrate in the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: You have to admit, they looked great, and they looked like they’re ready for Crusade.
JR Freeman: They did look like a formidable team, I will give them that. The match at Crusade should be a good one.
Winners - Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze
(We see Jack Russow with the United Championship over his shoulder as he turns and walks out towards catering. The cafeteria is full of people he had only heard stories about...rumors. The first person he gets in line behind is Josiah Cena. Jack gives him a solemn nod of respect as Josiah cracks out the side of his mouth.)
Josiah Cena ...nice title, kid.
(Jack’s eyes grow wider as he clasps his title closer to his chest. He decides to turn and go to another line where he nearly runs over Eddie Lopez looking jacked and a little temperamental.)
Jack Russow: Un...Uncle Eddie? What are YOU doing here?
(Jack suddenly stands up and sees he’s being watched by every walk of life. Krash, Tayler Parks, Cleo Phillips were all watching him from certain spots in the cafeteria. Jack looked around marvelling at the heroes of his past. Eddie Lopez was here, Josiah Cena was going to town on some pork ‘n beans, he saw his father over in the corner joking with some old PWSi legends...he turns the corner and Mike O’Neil was standing there beaming from ear to ear.)
Mike O’Neil: Ya know...my sister is your aunt so TECHNICALLY by marriage...I’m your uncle and I’ve never held one of these so I was just thinkin’-
(Jack cocks an eyebrow and turns to walk off as Mike pulls out his bullhorn and screams “WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?” into it after him as Jack ducks his head low not paying attention to where he’s going until he bumps into a wall...that’s not a REAL wall...and slowly he raises his gaze to find a mammoth waving wildly at him excitedly…)
Slappy McGoo: ...HULLO!!!!
Jack Russow: Slap! You’re here too!? What the HELL!?
Slappy McGoo: LANGUAGE! The nice lady just wanted ta make sure you understood what’cha had to do...ta be ready for whatever’s waitin’ for ya!
(Jack looks over at Ambika’s office who is just now reentering as she catches eyes with Jack and gives him a cute little wave as she closes the door behind her. Jack stands there shaking his head with Slappy joining in next to him when out of nowhere someone darts by and slaps the tray of food out of his hands...it was Malachi.)
Malachi: YOU SUCK EGGS, SHITHEEL.
(Jack looks down at the mess and back up at Slappy who shrugs at him and says.)
Slappy McGoo: ...wax on, wax off I guess...young Jack!
(With that Slappy leaves as Jack turns into Paul Rudd from Wet Hot American Summer when he has to clean the tray up in the cafeteria.)
Singles Match
Sierra Williams vs Moondust
JR Freeman: Our next match sees the return to action for Sierra Williams. We haven’t seen her in action since late October. It will be interesting to see if there is any ring rust.
Alfonso Banks: She’s had over a month off, what do you think she’s been doing? Playing video games? I’m sure she’s been keeping in shape and ready to rip someone’s head off here tonight.
(The match starts with Moondust sizing Sierra up, which doesn’t sit well with her, as she takes it to the veteran, knocking him down to the mat with a standing dropkick. Sierra continues to mount an offense, with Moondust getting a move in here and there. She seems to be focusing her attacks on the lower back of Moondust.)
JR Freeman: Some vicious shots here from Sierra.
Alfonso Banks: Moondust better be careful, or he’s going to need a retirement home after this.
JR Freeman: Would you stop?
Alfonso Banks: No, Art.
JR Freeman: What?
Alfonso Banks: Nothing.
(Moondust manages to get a few more moves in, but Sierra takes control again with her attacks. She really seems focused on a mission as she keeps going after Moondust’s lower back. The finish of it all comes when Sierra locks Moondust in the Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. Of course, he has no choice but to tap out.)
JR Freeman; There we have it. Sierra Williams victorious in her return to in-ring action here in PWS: APEX!
Alfonso Banks: As if there was any doubt.
Winner - Sierra Williams
(The cameras open up in the backstage hallway, in a more secluded area away from the hustle and bustle of the night’s production. There’s virtually no one around...save for one lone figure sat atop a production crate. Upon closer inspection, it’s revealed to be the newcomer Krash, having just completed his successful debut. He’s busy unwrapping the tape from around his hands, and doesn’t seem to be aware of his surroundings, until a pair of footsteps catches his attention and he glances up to see a young brunette girl wandering around. She seems to be searching for something, but then her gaze falls on him and a smile comes across her face as she approaches him.)
Girl: Hey, you’re Krash, right?
(He nods silently, a little wary of her, but she doesn’t seem to take any notice.)
Girl: Just saw your match, you were awesome! Not bad for a newbie!
(He raises an eyebrow at her, but stays quiet.)
Girl: Uh, I didn’t really mean that in a bad way, though! Just that sometimes your first match for a big company can go kinda sideways sometimes. Yunno, nerves and all. Geez, here I am rambling on and you probably have no idea who the heck I am!
(She sticks out her hand towards him.)
Girl: Name’s Callie. Callie Renton.
(He stares at her for a moment, before tentatively reaching out to shake her hand.)
Krash: I know. We’ve been chattin’ on Twitter, remember?
(Callie smacked the heel of her hand against her forehead lightly.)
Callie Renton: Right, duh! I’m such a scatterbrain, I swear! Anyways, I was just trying to look for the bathroom, but I better skedaddle before they send a search party after me! Catch ya later!
(She gives him a little wave and bounces off in the opposite direction, and he watches her until she rounds a corner and disappears before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the tape on his hands as the camera fades to ringside.)
Non-Title Match
Tag Team Match
Morgan Baker/Miles Kasey vs Max Johnson/Travis Ryan
JR Freeman: Up next we’ll get a chance to see our Tag Team Champions in action, as Morgan Baker and Miles Kasey will take on Max Johnson and Travis Ryan.
Alfonso Banks: I guess you could say it’s a test for the champs, not that I’d really call Johnson and Ryan a test, especially if the champs are trying to get ready for Haze and Makarios.
JR Freeman: The champs are still a very new team, so any experience teaming together is going to be useful.
(The match starts with Morgan and Max in the ring. Max uses his size advantage to take control at the start. He tries to take her down fast, with an early pin, but only manages a 1 count before she kicks out. He grabs her by the hair and lifts her up, then whips her into her corner. Miles tags himself in, climbs to the top rope, and jumps right over Morgan and connects to Max with a crossbody. This knocks Max down with Miles across him! He goes for a pin of his own but only gets a 1 count.)
JR Freeman: Miles coming into the match in style.
Alfonso Banks: Show off!
JR Freeman: He’s just trying to put on the best show possible.
(The match continues on with Miles slowly wearing down Max. Max tags out to Ryan who goes for a few quick pins on Miles, but nothing past a 1 count. The two get back to their feet, and start exchanging quick counters, one after another. The action gets quite fast paced, as they are going back and forth with counters and reversals, but Miles gets t he upper hand when Ryan goes for a back body drop, and Miles drops down to the mat and delivers a throat thrust, knocking Ryan down to the mat.)
JR Freeman: Nice sequence there by Ryan and Kasey. Good technical wrestling.
Alfonso Banks: Seems they’re both a little give out after that. Can’t say I blame them, I am just from watching that!
(Both men get to their corners, and tag their partners in. Morgan gets into the ring, as Johnson hops in across from her. The two walk to meet in the center of the ring, but Morgan surprises Max with a dropkick, that sends him back to the turnbuckle. She follows it up with a splash into the turnbuckle, holding onto his head, and delivering a running bulldog. She quickly gets back to her feet, looks down at Max, then up at the turnbuckle, as she quickly goes to the corner and starts heading to the top. She gets up and leaps off with the Halestorm! She goes for the pin, as Miles keeps Ryan at bay.)
1…
2…
3!!
JR Freeman: There it is! Morgan gets the win with a move which is a tribute to one of the women that trained her Audrey Russow.
Alfonso Banks: Okay, okay..they looked like they were on the same page there.
JR Freeman: Of course they did.
Alfonso Banks: Still remains to be seen if they’re ready for the challenge at Crusade.
Winners - Morgan Baker and Miles Kasey
JR Freeman: Well, I think it’s safe to say that Miles and Morgan are looking like a cohesive unit heading into their title defense at Crusade.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but you know Max Johnson and Travis Ryan are a far cry from Alexis Makarios and-
JR Freeman: Hold on, Alf. I’m getting word there’s something going on in the back. We’re trying to get our cameras back there, but it sounds like Miles and Morgan were attacked the second they stepped behind the curtain.
(The cameras cut to backstage to the gorilla position, where we see Miles and Morgan duking it out with Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze. Miles is fighting with Alexis, as Morgan is squaring off with Heather. They spill out from the gorilla position into the hallways of PWS Arena.)
JR Freeman: My God, these two teams simply hate each other! Alexis and Haze jumped them after their match!
Alfonso Banks: We don’t KNOW that!
JR Freeman: Oh? So Miles and Morgan got back there, went and found them, brought them back to gorilla, then started beating the hell out of each other?
Alfonso Banks: It could happen!
(The four continue to brawl down the hallway, out into the main concourse of the arena. They come to one of the merch stands, as the area is cleared so they can all fight it out. Heather and Morgan fight over to one of the tables that has a bunch of t-shirts. They are trading punches, when Morgan gets a big right hand. She happens to glance down, and sees a Bella Madison shirt. She quickly scoops it up, and throws it in Heather’s face.)
Morgan Baker: Put some more clothes on, bitch!
(She follows that up with a big right hand, as the two continue to fight. Haze gets the shirt out of her face, and knocks Morgan’s head off the merch table. Meanwhile, Alexis and Miles are fighting by the carts holding the merch. Miles bangs Alexis’s head off one of the carts, but she responds by drop kicking him into one of the other carts. Alexis turns her attention to go help Haze, as the two begin to attack Morgan, when suddenly…)
Miles Kasey: Gooooooing BOWLING!
(All of a sudden, one of the merch carts comes SCREAMING into the shot, as Alexis and Haze have to quickly dive out of the way to avoid getting steamrolled. Finally, security gets on the scene and starts to break everything up. Alexis and Heather walk away, yelling about Crusade and how they’ll win the tag titles. Miles gets over to Morgan to check on her, as she gets back to her feet.)
Miles Kasey: You ok?
Morgan Baker: Yeah...you?
Miles Kasey: Yeah! Course, nothin’ I’m not used to. Did...Did I hear you call her a bitch?
Morgan Baker: ...what? Should I have called her something different?
(Miles gives her a big hug both laughing.)
Miles Kasey: Yer good. That was fun!
Morgan Baker: Fun? ....anyone tell you that you’re weird?
Miles Kasey: All. The. Time. Stick with me, and it only gets worse.
(Morgan laughs and reaches down and grabs the shirt she threw at Haze and holds it up for Miles which causes him to laugh even more as they walk away.)
PWS: APEX Presens Crusade!
December 22, 2020
Live from PWS Arena - New York, NY
Confirmed Matches
PWS United Championship Match
Singles Match
Jack Russow (c) vs. TBA
PWS Tag Team Championship Match
Miles Kasey & Morgan Baker (c) vs. Alexis Makarios & Heather Haze
PWS Collateral Damage Championship Match
Three Stages of Hell
1st Fall: Submission Match
2nd Fall: Dog Collar Match
3rd Fall (if needed): Street Fight
Tayler Parks vs. Cleo Phillips
And More!
December 22, 2020
Live from PWS Arena - New York, NY
Confirmed Matches
PWS United Championship Match
Singles Match
Jack Russow (c) vs. TBA
PWS Tag Team Championship Match
Miles Kasey & Morgan Baker (c) vs. Alexis Makarios & Heather Haze
PWS Collateral Damage Championship Match
Three Stages of Hell
1st Fall: Submission Match
2nd Fall: Dog Collar Match
3rd Fall (if needed): Street Fight
Tayler Parks vs. Cleo Phillips
And More!
Singles Match
Mickey Collins v Shawn Young
(It was a coming out party for the ages as the King of Fling, the aerial sensation, “The Young Hit Wonder” Shawn Young taking on the brutal man’s man in “Last Chance” Mickey Collins. The fans were split down the middle for this one, both dazzled by Shawn Young’s display of quickness when he downed Collins and then springboarded backwards into a HARD wheel kick sending Collins almost completely knocked out to the dirt for a 2 count. The fans, ever so impressed with the resilience of Collins, clap him back into the match from a downed headscissor opportunity Young has taken to break up the action.)
JR Freeman: See I don’t understand this at all, you’re arguably one of the greatest high flyers in the sport, why would you take him to the mat!?
Alfonso Banks: Yeah you gotta keep dancing with what brought you or Mickey Collins is cashin’ in his Last Chance and partner...his Wait ‘Til Next Year is a spectacle to behold.
JR Freeman: And we MIGHT very well see it if the young aerial acrobat Young has any slip ups along the way!
(And for a moment he does as he lets Collins go after Collins elbowed him twice in the midsection, sensing the desperation Young hits the ropes looking for a springboard corkscrew maneuver which is caught in midair by Collins who sits him back down and sorts him out appropriately as he drags the tights and just old-school piledrives him on his head!)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: RIGHT on the top of the dome!
(Young kicks at two as Collins rubs his head in frustration. He starts to lift Collins up but Collins fights back from underneath all the way to a standing position where he fires a right forearm across the face of Collins who wipes his lip...and smirks.)
JR Freeman: IIIIII don’t know much about him but from the looks of him, I think Shawn Young just made...a VERY bad mistake.
(Collins UNLEASHES on Young with his roughneck streetfighter background pummelling Young into the corner as he shoots him off into the ropes, he ducks under Young on the bring back, springboards him for one more run...then suddenly darts forward to meet him in a STIFF quick crossbody for a quick 2!)
JR Freeman: Mickey Collins is DECEPTIVELY good. You look at this young man and you think…
Alfonso Banks: Let’s be honest, you think he just got off work at the auto body shop or the shipyard.
JR Freeman: And he could have stuck to that riverboat toughness but the man actually learned FINESSE! For example!!!
(As JR is screaming this, Collins has picked up Young, locked his head, and run up the turnbuckle for a tornado DDT!
1!
2!
THRE-kickout!
JR Freeman: WHAT A MATCH!!!!
Alfonso Banks: What’ll it take to keep these two down!
(The answer? A slow rise to their feet...a kick to the knee by Collins who screams and pulls down his knee brace as he hits the ropes and comes back looking for a shining wizard to which the wobbly Young BARELY ducks out of the way, GRABBING the leg as it sails by and viciously jerking it back into The Wonder Lock ankle lock as he’s ripped him all the way back to the center of the ring! The referee is in his face asking if he quits as he, beleaguered, screams no!
Will he tap?
...will he tap?
WILL HE TAP?
(Collins is fighting and scratching towards the ropes as the smaller Young Digs his ankles in pulling him back to center as he steps over and grapevines it holding it in tighter! The screams get louder!)
Will he tap?
WIll he tap?
...is he?
*DING DING!!!*
(Collins scratched, clawed, and bit for those ropes...he grabbed for the referee...he grabbed for each and every sight he saw until his sight was no more. The pain was too great...and he passed out unable to answer the referee’s call.)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!! YOUNG WINS!!!
Alfonso Banks: And this is a monumental win for the young upstart with a SUBMISSION victory over a guy I wouldn’t wanna meet in a dark alley.
JR Freeman: It’s important to remember for him that it’s okay to celebrate...but Mickey Collins NEVER...tapped out.
Alfonso Banks: And you can be sure, he’ll be coming for a receipt.
Winner - Shawn Young
(The cameras cut to the gorilla position, where Claire Anderson is standing by with Dante Exodus, as he looks to be preparing for his match.)
Clare Anderson: Dante, any final thoughts before your main event match?
Dante Exodus: Just ready to get out there, and kick someone’s head in.
(Just then, a chuckle is heard off camera, as in walks Everett Jacobs and Magnus. Security is shockingly quick to get in between the two superstars.)
Everett Jacobs: We’ll see who gets their head kicked in.
Dante Exodus: I’m gonna enjoy this…
Everett Jacobs: Why don’t you get out there already, noob.
(Dante shakes his head, as he turns to walk through the curtain.)
Main Event
Singles Match
Dante Exodus vs Everett Jacobs
JR Freeman: And what a showing we’re expecting from yet ANOTHER new youngblood in the PWS: Apex system, Dante Exodus! Partner whattya know about him?
Alfonso Banks: Well…
(The music fades in, as “Heathens'' by RIVALS starts to play over the sound system. Outcomes Dante Exodus from behind the curtain, as he steps out onto the stage. He looks out over the crowd, before making his way to the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: Now making his way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, Dante Exodus!
(Dante gets to ringside and slides into the ring, where he waits for the match to start.)
Alfonso Banks: I know that he’s from Nawlins and he’s got quite a fightin’ side on him. This one oughta be good...even I can’t wait for THIS beatdowm!
(The opening sounds of “I Want It All/We Will Rock You” fill the arena, and the crowd immediately breaks out into a chorus of boos that nearly drown out the music itself. The lights begin to flash in a brilliant array of gold as two silhouetted figures appear on the entrance ramp. The spotlight then kicks on to reveal Everett Jacobs, flanked by his bodyguard Magnus Trevino. The self-proclaimed “Golden Prodigy of PWS” smirks arrogantly out at the crowd as he starts to make his slow descent down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: I have been instructed to say...AND NOW, YOUR HERO AND SAVIOR FROM THE RUSSOW-19 PLAGUE INFESTING THIS COMPANY. YOUR SHINING LIGHT AGAINST THE DARK THAT IS MACK MCKANE. STANDING A *RESPECTABLE* 5’11” AND WEIGHING A BUFF, MEATY 225 POUNDS OF LEAN BODY MEAT AND MUSCLE...EVERETT...JAAAAACOOOOOBS!!!
As he climbs up the steel steps, he gazes out at the crowd and gives a dismissive wave as he steps through the ropes and into the centre of the ring, where he stretches his arms out and gazes upwards, smirking arrogantly as the boos thunder around him. He makes his way to a corner, sliding the scarf from around his neck and carefully placing it in the hands of Magnus as he warms up in preparation for his match.
*DING*
(Everett comes out of the corner looking like he’s been paying attention to his boxing lessons, keeping his guard up well. He narrowly ducks out of the way of Exodus throwing a high kicks swinging for the fences early as his cockiness gets the better off him and he calls Magnus up onto the apron so they can both golf clap for him. Exodus darts at them but Everett runs away leaving Exodus standing face to face with Magnus. They have an intense staredown that Dante doesn’t break leaving the back door open for Everett to sneak in half nelson suplex him for a quick two count! Dante grabs the back of his head as Everett screams in his ear.)
JR Freeman: Folks...I know I’m supposed to be impartial...but this is one stray dog that needs to be put outta its misery.
Alfonso Banks: I’m not so sure he WANTS to be playing these games with Exodus, this man doesn’t seem particularly forgiving!
(And ALMOST as if directly on cue, as EJ is pulling Dante’s head up, Dante just straight cheerleader split kicks in the air and conks him between the eyes! Everett stumbles back into the corner as Dante advances and starts kicking the ever-loving dog shit outta him with multiple hard muay thai strikes until the referee finally forces the break as EJ is screaming at the ref and Magnus gets back up on the apron with the ref in his face again as Dante suddenly baseball slides through the referee’s legs and kicks Magnus’ legs off the apron as his massive chin strikes the apron on the way down!
JR Freeman: WHAT A MANEUVER BY DANTE EXODUS!
Alfonso Banks: DOWN goes the big man, but for how long!?
(Everett sees this and freaks out, all he sees is his opportunity as he climbs to the top rope and flies off with a diving knee drop that hits kosher in the middle of Dante’s chest! Quick pin!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
(Everett slaps the mat with everything he had in anger but the referee won’t be deterred as it was a verified two count. Everett slimy crawls back into the corner waiting...as Dante staggers up, Everett calls for it...and he rushes for the big time Spear! But MIRACULOUSLY, Dante was able to side step it and actually CATCH Everett in the Et Irae submission! Everett is screaming for his life when Magnus suddenly sees the ref about to call for the bell and he dives in grabbing him and pulling him out of the ring! There’s a massive argument on the outside as the referee calls for the bell.
Winner - No Contest
*DING DING DING DING DING!!!*
JR Freeman: OH COME ON NOW, THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT’S 2 ON 1!
(Magnus and Everett have just started putting a medium beating on Dante when suddenly the lights kick out...and the fans grow IMMENSELY excited...as the lights come back on. Jack Russow is standing on the back side apron of the ring with the swishy part of a fishing pole in hand. Everett and Magnus laugh at each other before they go to charge Jack but before they can get him...the lights go out again...the fans erupt a little more as when they come back on...Levi Russow is standing next to his son. Everett looks a little uneasy about this as he tries to backpedal, tripping over Magnus’ feet as the lights go out again. When they come back on? This time flanking the sides of the ring are Bella Madison, Malachi, Miles Kasey, Kenny McKane. Everett drops to his knees looking around praying to everyone as Magnus starts stripping off his coat getting ready to brawl until the lights kick out one more time...and when they kick back on, Magnus is tied up, sitting on the massive lap of Slappy McGoo dressed like Santa waving frantically and saying “HULLO!!!” The fans are going nuts! When the lights kick out one final time...and everything goes red...Everett looks to the sky before shifting around to look at the top of the curtain…)
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
(And surely...making their profound way to the ring, hand in hand...comes PWS World Champion Mack McKane and his lady love, the obsession of Everett Jacobs...Mattie Cormier. Mack helps Mattie up onto the apron and the others help her through the ropes as Mack slides in all the way up to come face to bloodshot-eye, killer mask clad face as Everett is putting on a brave face but possibly shitting his pants. Mack calls off “Nihilist” as he paces around the ring with a microphone.)
Mack McKane: You slimy fookin’ git, I oughta gut you from knape to chop right here on live tv!
(Everett screams back at Mack almost like he’s apologizing.)
Mack McKane: IT’S NOT ME YOU DIZZY COW, IT’S WHAT YOU DONE TO HER!!!
(Mack points at Mattie who is being embraced in the corner away from Everett. Mack reaches into his back pocket where he produces a sturdy folder.)
Mack McKane: And this...little boy...is how you’re gonna pay for ALL your sins! You want the title? You want me gone? I’ve given it all to you...right here.
(Mack slides the folder back to Everett who suddenly looks immensely shocked and confused.)
Mack McKane: You even got your “anything goes” bullshit...Merry Christmas!
(Everett almost starts celebrating pointing at Mack screaming “You’re SCREWED buddy! That TITLE AND Mattie are comin’ home where they should be!)
Mack McKane: Almost seems a little...too easy, innit?
(Everett suddenly gets rigid and pays very close attention as he starts flipping wildly through the contract. Mack paces back and forth like a feral lion.)
Mack McKane: Spinelli tracked you to the middle of fookin’ nowhere with that carnival, did you not THINK he wouldn’t be keepin’ an eye on you still? I know, Everett. I know you made the donation to the board to make that match. I KNOW...YOU’RE the reason...I had to hurt Bella! ALL of us! Every ounce of pain we’ve endured this year...you’ve hidden behind money and beef to cackle at.
...well not this time you fruity little skidmark.
(This only makes Everett flip through the contract faster and faster until he reaches the end where his blood runs cold and it slips through his hands. We see Mack McKane’s name signed on the line in red...and not the ink color. Everett’s hand starts to tremble and he drops the contract before he snaps back to reality and starts throwing the biggest tantrum you could imagine refusing to sign it.)
Mack McKane: Well if ya DON’T...sign it? I hope you enjoy SUCH a long talk with your father about your soon to be less than bright financial situation...or employment situation! What’s the matter buddy!? You’re getting the main event of one of our biggest shows of the year and you finally get to hurt me and take my title, right!? Easy peasy! No sweat!
(Mack is goading him on as Everett starts getting so frustrated it looks like he could be tearing up as he keeps screaming “YOU SONUVABITCH!!!”)
Mack McKane: Hate me or not boy...since the day I stepped into this company...I have yet to be defeated and I won’t stop now. With every stroke of crimson...with every break, crash, smash, and echoing dent I’ve left in my way. The countless names of innocent people I fed to Cutrina...just to get in the same building as you. Because you took...the most precious thing in the world I have...and now? You’re coming to finish the job. But when it’s all said and done, fucko, you WILL understand...from that first night at the showcase I planted you against that wall and I told you it was only a matter...of when. Well when is now...NO HOLDS BARRED...ANYTHING GOES...AND I WILL BE…
...the LAST...MAN...STANDING!!!
(“Nihilist” by The Architects hits the PA system again as The Family starts to file out, Mack not taking his eyes off the freaking out Everett Jacobs.)
JR Freeman: WHAT A MATCH WE’VE JUST SIGNED!?
Alfonso Banks: THIS AIN’T FAIR, CALL THE COPS!!!
JR Freeman: Mack McKane is FINALLY gonna get his hands on Everett Jacobs!
Alfonso Banks: You better get used to calling him MISTER Jacobs once he’s the World Champion!
JR Freeman: Either way WHAT a night we’ve had for you all, WHAT a Pay-Per-View we have in store and we’ll see you ALL on the battlefield...for our CRUSADE!!!
(c) PWS: Apex 2020