Post by Josiah Cena on Dec 27, 2020 2:05:14 GMT -5
Crusade
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2020
PWS Arena
New York, NY
(The cameras flicker to life and pan directly to the announcer table.)
Alfonso Banks: Thank you for tuning in, and welcome to the Crusade Preshow! I’m Alfonso Banks…
JR Freeman: And I’m JR Freeman! We have one hell of a show for you guys tonight!
Alfonso Banks: That’s right! We have a lot going on with our main card tonight, all of our titles are on the line!
JR Freeman: We are going to crown a new Collateral Damage Champion!
Alfonso Banks: This is our second biggest show of the year, and boy is it going to be a great way to end the year!
JR Freeman: But first, let’s take a moment to focus on our pre-show matches. We have 2 great matches, just for those of you who tuned in early! We are going to see a triple threat match between newcomer Dante Exodus, and 2 veterans in PWS:APEX, Richard Rider and Miss Puppies.
Alfonso Banks: And two other newcomers, Tyson Sykes and Mickey Collins will be going at it in the ring, both trying to cement their names in this business early on. And without further ado, let’s get ready for our first match!
Pre-Show Match
Tyson Sykes vs. Mickey Collins
The match starts off with Tyson wasting no time in attacking Collins from the moment the bell rings by charging in and just as Mickey turns around, Sykes drives his shoulder into Collins’ midsection and drives him back into the corner. Tyson works over Mickey in the corner for a while with a series of strikes before being forced back by the referee that gives Mickey a moment enough to come out and take Tyson down with a double leg takedown and starts throwing punches of his own. Collins gets up and pulls Sykes to his feet and goes for a double underhook suplex but Tyson flips out and lands on his feet, they quickly lock up and after a few moves Tyson catching Mickey in the midsection with a stiff roundhouse back kick, driving the air out of him quick and dropping him to his knees. Tyson quickly wrapping him up and pulling him up and dropping him into a crucifix powerbomb also known as the ‘Syko Bomb’. Sykes waste zero time and climbs to the top and hits ‘The Heatseeker’, a double kneedrop to the chest and quickly pins Collins for the win!
Winner - Tyson Sykes
(The bell rings and the ref raises Sykes' arms, but he quickly tears them away. He swats the ref to the side and calls for a mic. His music cuts as they hand him a microphone. He pats it a few times testing it, his chest heaving as he breathes exhausted into the mic and begins speaking in between breaths.)
Tyson Sykes: I'm gonna make this short and sweet, and I'm sure my girl is at home screaming at the TV for me to shut my God damn mouth before I get kicked out night one. But I can't do it man, I can't this is me. If I get fired I get fired but I'mma go out my way. I want you all to know that tonight I may be kicking off the Pay-per-view in the pre-show, but I swear to whatever God you believe in that this is just the beginning. Every single person on the main card who walks out of that curtain tonight after this match I hope you were watching, because I promise you I'm going to tear you all down one by one. Each and every one of you will be a victim of "The Ripper'' until I get what I want. And I guarantee you a year from now? When we're ending 2021, I'll be on top of this fucking mountain looking down on all the freshly dug graves of the sorry son's of bitches who thought they could step to me. Until then I'm going to enjoy the climb, enjoy engraving each new headstone, and take each and every one of you out until none of the dumb pieces of shit sitting in these stands, out back or at home can deny me my spot. I hear and see a lot of people talking about being given the ball, or having a chance to grab the brass ring, but I'll be fucked raw if I'm waiting for anything to be handed to me. This is my declaration mother fuckers, Tyson Sykes is here and I'm here to dominate. Don't like it? If anything I say pisses you off? I beg anyone of you to grow a backbone, step out of the shadows and prove me wrong. Anybody. Anytime. I'm fucking Bloody Marry baby because all you gotta do is say my name if you dare and I'll show up every time ready for the kill. I'll be waiting, by God I'll be fucking waiting.
(He flips the microphone and takes one more deep breath before rolling out of the ring and exiting.)
(Claire Anderson is backstage with Cleo and Big Mo’, ready as always for an interview.)
Claire Anderson: Hello PWS fans. I am here tonight with one of the contenders for tonight's Collateral Damage championship, Cleo Phillips who as always is accompanied by Big Mo’. So Cleo, your match will open the main show later tonight, any last minute thoughts?
Cleo Phillips: Well Claire. Putting us first was a mistake, because our match is all anyone is going to be talking about. I know how people are, they like blood, they like violence and that’s what I’m going to be bringing them. I know Tayler is coming to fight, so I can assure you it’s going to be a war, and yes, there will be blood.
Claire Anderson: You seem confident, but the first match is a submission match…
Cleo Phillips: ...And you think I haven’t choked a bitch out before? You should be asking Tayler how it’s going to feel when I beat her at her own game, or maybe I can just show her.
(Cleo takes a few aggressive steps toward Claire, but Big Mo’ extends an arm, advising Cleo to stay back.)
Cleo Phillips: Yeah, too easy. Just know Claire that Cleo Phillips is full of surprises, know that I will do anything to win, I’m not afraid to take things to a VERY dangerous level.
Claire Anderson: How dangerous are we talking?
(Cleo and Big Mo’ share a smile and Cleo shrugs.)
Cleo Phillips: I suppose I don’t need to hide it, after all should we get to the street fight, it’s anything goes, and that means...ANYTHING.
(Big Mo’ reaches into a pocket and reveals a prison shank, showing it off to the camera an a concerned Claire.)
Claire Anderson: You can’t mean to….
Cleo Phillips: ....ANYTHING.
(Cleo arrogantly smirks at Claire, as Big Mo’ pockets the shank, and the two make their exit.)
Pre-Show Match
Dante Exodus vs. Miss Puppies vs. Richard Rider
(The triple threat match starts with both Rider and Puppies targeting Dante. Dante fights back as best as he can, sending Miss Puppies out of the ring and focusing on Rider. Dante works Rider down pretty heavily, before going for a pin. 2 count. Rider slides out of the ring and tosses Miss Puppies back in as a distraction. Rider then hides outside the ring while Dante and Miss Puppies fight back and forth. Puppies holds her own, until Dante hits a D.I.E. on her and goes for the pin! On the 2 count, Rider slides in and breaks the count! Miss Puppies rolls outside the ring while Rider goes for a roll up on Dante! 1 count! Dante stands up and looks mad as he grabs Rider and applies Et Irae. After a few seconds, Rider taps out!)
Winner - Dante Exodus
Alfonso Banks: HELLO PWS:APEX fans! And welcome to our second biggest show of the year, CRUSADE!!! I’m Alfonso Banks
JR Freeman: And I am JR Freeman! We have got a HUGE set of matches for you tonight! If you didn’t join us on the preshow, you missed on seeing Dante Exodus impress in his triple threat, causing Richard Rider to tap out!
Alfonso Banks: And debuting superstar Tyson Sykes really showed what he was made of and made a hell of a first impression with his victory over Mickey Collins. But that was just the beginning! Coming up tonight, we have Sierra Williams facing off against newcomer Shawn Young.
Alfonso Banks: Sierra has made a name for herself so far here, she won the tournament to get a World Title shot, and she took the fight to Mack! Now, Shawn has had 4 matches so far, and he has impressed management so much that they are giving him a chance to impress once more against Sierra Williams.
JR Freeman: No doubt, whoever wins will be an obvious choice for a title shot of some sort.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed. Speaking of titles, all 4 of our titles are up for grabs tonight. We have a new Collateral Damage Champion. After Heather Haze was stripped of the title, we had some matches to determine 2 contenders for it, and Cleo Phillips and Tayler Parks won and now are facing each other in a 3 Stage of Hell match!
JR Freeman: First fall is a Submission match, second fall is a Dog Collar Match, and should it go to a third fall, we will see a Street Fight!
Alfonso Banks: And we have an amazing battle coming up for the Tag Team Titles. Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze, who now refer to themselves as the Vixens of Pain, will go against the Tag Team Champions in Miles Kasey and Morgan Baker.
JR Freeman: Both teams won tag matches last week against other teams… it could go either way! Morgan and Miles have been working tirelessly to perfect their in ring chemistry, but Alexis and Heather are pissed off!
Alfonso Banks: Alexis went through hell to get them this shot, there is no way they will waste it.
JR Freeman: Very true! We also have Jack Russow defending his United Title… but he doesn’t know who he is defending against!
Alfonso Banks: How do you prepare for an opponent when you don’t know who it is?
JR Freeman: You gotta prepare for every possibility! You have no other option!
Alfonso Banks: Speaking of no other option… Mack has given Everett no other option but to step into the ring with him tonight. And it’s not going to be pretty!
JR Freeman: Everett was behind Mattie being kidnapped, as well as Mack being forced to fight Bella!
Alfonso Banks: Mack is looking for blood… and I think he intends to spill every possible drop of Everett’s.
JR Freeman: The main event is gonna be more like a slaughter! I hope Everett has a good life insurance policy. He’s going to need it.
Alfonso Banks: Would you stop flapping your gums? It’s time to start the show!!!
PWS:APEX 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
(The cameras cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Three Stages of Hell match, and is for th PWS Collateral Damage Championship!
JR Freeman: Here we go, the two out of three falls match for the vacant Collateral Damage Championship
Alfonso Banks: The first fall is a submission match, the second a dog collar match and if we need it the third fall is a good ol street fight...
“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.)
Meg Reynolds: Now coming to the ring, she stands 5’8 and weighed in at 145 pounds, from the Bronx New York...she is The Body Snatcher CLEO PHILLIPS
(The mellow drum groove intro to "The Violence" kicks in as smoke rises from the entrance. The fans start vibing as the guitar kicks in. Just as the intro reaches its crescendo, the combat boot of Tayler Parks kicks through the smoke and the Mosh Pit Princess cuts through, headbanging and punch dancing. When the lyrics start, she puts her hands up to calm the crowd, advancing towards the ring. She climbs in and gets in the center of the ring as the first verse comes to an end. She raises one hand in with the traditional "devil horns" and lowers it it as soon as the lead singer screams "ALL THEY WANTED WAS VIOLENCE," headbanging with every beat. At the end of the chorus, she approaches the hard camera with her arms out, soaking in the ovation from the crowd as she readies for her match.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, standing 5’8 and weighing in at 141 pounds, from Seattle Washington, The mosh pit princess TAYLER PARKS
JR Freeman: Here we go, the winner of this match becomes the Collateral Damage champion...
Alfonso Banks: It’s a travesty, the title should still be over the shoulder of Heather Haze
JR Freeman: She deserved to have that championship taken from here, and now it’s time for a fresh face...
(DING!!
Cleo and Tayler move around one another to start off the submission match, Tayler flowers her center of gravity measuring Cleo up and down, she shoots in to grab a leg but Cleo lifts her leg out of the way putting her hands on Taylers shoulders to push her back, Tayler slowly gets back to her feet running a hand through her hair with a smirk on her face. They circle around each other and lock up, Cleo grabs a headlock and wrenches it in, Tayler backs up into the ropes and shoots Cleo off, she ducks down and tackles Cleo to the mat grabbing her legs and trying to lock in the Wall of death. Cleo scrambles and is able to get to the bottom rope forcing the break. Tayler smirks and steps back with her hands up and offers room for Cleo to get to her feet. Cleo begrudgingly gets up with a shake of her head.)
JR Freeman: You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cleo use a submission move, Tayler has her wall of Death but Cleo is more of a hit and run type
(Cleo moves around Tayler, she overs to lock up again, as they step in though Cleo turns and blasts Tayler with a hard elbow to the side of Taylers head, Tayler stumbles back and Cleo shoves her into the corner before hitting hard right hands over and over. Cleo backs up and gets some space before sprinting in and hitting a running knee, Tayler drops to one knee and Cleo grabs Tayler by the head looking to lock in a guillotine choke. Cleo locks it in and then jumps forward wrapping her legs around Tayler and pulling her to the mat, Tayler refuses to tap grabbing Cleo by the hand and pulling her wrist sideways, she pulls her head out of the hold and stands up hooking Cleos legs going for yet again the wall of death, Cleo kicks away again and is able to scramble under the bottom rope to the floor.)
JR Freeman: Cleo did try and lock in a choke there, but it seems like Tayler was ahead of her. I guess that training at Team Quest has done alot
Alfonso Banks: Training where guys like Chael Sonnen and Randy Couture did is always going to yield results.
(Cleo climbs to the ring apron and slowly gets back in, Tayler beams with confidence and shoots in right away for a takedown, Cleo is able to sprawl and spin around Tayler trying to go for a rear naked choke, Tayler defends it by turning her head and not allowing Cleo to hook her arm around Taylers throat. Tayler stands up with Cleo on her back and she backs up fast causing Cleo to hit the turnbuckle hard, Cleo lets go of the hold and as Tayler turns around Cleo goes for a hard right hand, Tayler ducks it and catches Cleo by the arm pulling her from the corner into a full nelson, Tayler lifts Cleo up and slams her down with the breakdown, as Cleo hits the mat Tayler moves fast grabbing Cleo by the legs and trying again to lock in the Wall of death, she is able to turn Cleo over, Cleo moans in pain and tries to get the the ropes pushing up on her arms.)
NO….
JR Freeman: Cleo is struggling!, she just screamed in pain but then in the same breath refused to give up!
Alfonso Banks: Just tap!, if you don’t you could end up being damaged going into the next fall!
(Cleo drags herself towards the ropes, reaching out and getting so close she can almost touch them, as she raises her hand one last time to grab them Tayler steps forward towards the center of the ring dragging Cleo away from the ropes, she then sits down lower on the hold yanking back on Cleos legs, and Cleo has no choice but to tap out and give up the first fall)
Meg Reynolds:Winner of the first fall..TAYLER PARKS
JR Freeman: Cleo had no choice there, I don’t blame her, that submission was locked in and she has two more falls to think about.
Alfonso Banks: And the next fall is the dog collar match…
JR Freeman: Bring on the chains!
(Tayler stands in one corner pulling the dog collar on herself and strapping it in, the referee helping Cleo who is leaning against the opposite corner in pain after the Wall of death. After the referee checks the chain and the collar he calls for the bell.
DING
Tayler grabs the chain and pulls Cleo forward right into a right hand. Cleo stumbles to the side, Tayler stays on the attack hitting her over and over again with hard right hands before grabbing Cleo by the hand and pulling her out with a short arm clothesline sending her down, Cleo rolls to the side and tries to scramble out of the ring, Tayler shortens the chain and shakes her head with a laugh pulling Cleo back towards her, Cleo pulls some of the slack on the chain, she wraps it around her hand and turns with a hard right blasting Tayler in the face, Tayler goes down and is split open on her nose, she looks up in a daze as Cleo steps forward and puts her arms out arrogant now that she’s in charge.)
Alfonso Banks: Cleo has taken over and Taylers face is a crimson mask!
JR Freeman: Is just a flesh wound! And she’s had worse in moshpits
(Cleo calls for Tayler to get up, Tayler starts to but Cleo grabs the chain whipping Tayler across the back, over and over again before laughing. Cleo stands over Tayler and wraps the chain around Tayler's neck and pulls up, Tayler struggles and grabs the chain trying to get it away from her throat as blood trickles down from the bridge of her nose and to the mat below. Cleo lets Tayler go and she drops to the mat limply, Cleo calls for Tayler to get up and goes for the Bronx kick, Cleo runs in but Taylor pops up and jumps towards Cleo hitting a hard lariat taking her down. Both women lay on the mat, Tayler trying to recover and Cleo out of it after the hard shot.)
JR Freeman: Both women are down, but that bought Tayler some time
(Tayler and Cleo start to get up, Tayler grabs a length of the chain and folds it over, she then hits Cleo with it across the back, Cleo steps forward holding the spot she got hit in visible pain. Cleo turns and tries to get away but Tayler grabs the chain and pulls Cleo back towards her right into a vicious looking and sounding Grunge kick!. Cleo goes down and Tayler goes for the pin.)
ONE
TWO
T-No Cleo kicks out
Alfonso Banks: Did you hear that kick JR? Tayler almost took Cleo’s head off!
JR Freeman: Cleo can’t creat distance, Tayler is using the dog collars beautifully
(Tayler grabs Cleo by the legs and tries to lock in the Wall of death again, but Cleo is able to wraps the chain around Taylers leg as she turns her over, she yanks hard on the chain causing Tayler to slip forward and let go of Cleos legs, Cleo is able to get to her feet and as Tayler struggles on one knee Cleo is able to leap forward and hit the Mad Dash!, Tayler goes down and Cleo starts to crawl to the corner, she looks over at Tayler and shakes her head before wrapping some of the chain from the dog collar around her leg from her knee down to her ankle. Tayler starts to pull herself up and Cleo takes off before jumping and hitting her running knee strike the Milly Rock!, her chain wrapped knee collides with Tayler and she goes down, Cleo dives on her for the pin.)
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
Meg Reynolds: Winner of the second fall...CLEO PHILLIPS...we are tied!
JR Freeman: One fall a piece ALF...we’re going to a third!
Alfonso Banks: Street fight!
(The referee undoes the collars and moves the chain from the ring. Taylor looks to still be out of it as blood keeps dripping from the tip of her nose. Cleo stands in the corner holding her back, still sore from the wall of death.
DING!
And the third and final fall has begun. The two women stare each other down before nodding and erupting into a hockey fight. Punches are flying and connecting but Tayler is able to get the upper hand with hard rights that back Cleo up to the ropes, Tayler backs up and goes to throw a discus clothesline, Cleo though is able to duck and move across the ring hitting the ropes, she comes back going for a crossbody, Tayler catches Cleo and hits a scoop slam, Cleo holds her back and Tayler stays on the attack pulling Cleo up and crossing her arms over her chest hitting a straight jacket suplex. Cleo lands hard and Tayler shakes her head before moving from the ring to grab some toys )
JR Freeman: Here we go, here come the weapons.
Alfonso Banks: But she’s also giving Cleo time for recovery...
(Tayler starts grabbing chairs and kendo sticks and trash cans throwing them into the ring, she then pulls out a table and slides it in to before following, she grabs a Kendo stick and pulls Cleo up with it wrapped around her chest, Tayler then hits a russian leg sweep using the kendo stick, Tayler then grabs two chairs opening them up facing each other, she then grabs six kendo sticks and lays them across the chairs like a table. Tayler pulls Cleo up and ducks down before lifting Cleo up and slamming her through the kendo sticks with a spinebuster, the sticks shatter and Cleo arches her back in pain before Tayler covers)
ONE
TWO
Cleo kicks out
(Tayler shakes her head in disbelief, she moves over and leans the table against the corner, Cleo grabs one of the chairs using it to stand up, as Tayler turns around and goes after her Cleo throws the chair up hitting Tayler in the jaw, Tayler stumbles back and Cleo closes the chair and hits Tayler in the stomach doubling her over, Cleo raises the chair over her head and slams it right down across Taylers back, Tayler drops down and Cleo keeps blasting her in the back over and over and over again.)
JR Freeman: SOMEONE STOP THE DAMN MATCH
Alfonso Banks: This is getting uncomfortable to watch….
(Cleo throws the chair down and takes a few deep breaths before pulling the table out and setting it up near the corner, Cleo grabs a trash can and as she steps towards Tayler she eats a big boot to the trash can right back into her face. Cleo goes down and Tayler is now back in charge, she looks over at the table and the corner with a small smirk on her face.)
JR Freeman: Uh oh...that look isn’t exactly calming
Alfonso Banks: Something bad is about to happen…...
(Tayler grabs a trash can lid and blacks Cleo with it, Cleo goes weak at the knees and Tayler pulls Cleo to the corner and pulls her up and climbs to the second rope, Tayler tries to lock in the Full nelson slam, Cleo throws her head back connecting with Taylers still bleeding nose, Tayler holds the top rope and Cleo turns around before grabbing Tayler by the hair pulling her back into the Set it off, Cleo spins with the rolling cutter off the middle rope drilling Tayler through the table!. Cleo lands on top of Tayler draping an arm over her.)
ONE
TWO
THREE!
JR Freeman: Good god it’s over!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, and NEW PWS:APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION CLEO PHILLIPS
Winner and NEW PWS:APEX Collateral Damage Champion - Cleo Phillips
(The cameras cut to the back to show Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze stretching in the hallway before their match. Both have smirks on their face.)
Heather Haze: You ready for this, Lexi?
Alexis Makarios: More than I have ever been ready for anything before in my life.
Heather Haze: Good. I can’t wait to just… rip them apart and make them regret everything.
Alexis Makarios: It’s you and me against the world. We got this!
(The two high five as a stagehand walks up to them.)
Stagehand: 30 seconds, ladies.
(Heather and Alexis nod towards the stagehand as they head into position.)
Heather Haze: Vixens of Pain… Tag Team Champions!
Alexis Makarios: Hell yeah!
(The camera then cuts to the ring.)
PWS:APEX Tag Team Championship Match
Miles Kasey & Morgan Baker (c) vs. Alexis Makarios & Heather Haze
Meg Reynolds: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWS:APEX Tag Team Titles, with a twenty minute time limit… Introducing first…
(“Killin’ It” by Krewella echoes through the arena as a very pumped up Morgan Baker comes out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers from the fans. She proudly holds up her half of the Tag Team Titles as she bounces up and down, eating in the fans reaction. She pauses for a moment and motions to the top of the ramp. The music changes and Firestarter” by The Prodigy starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat. Morgan follows along, both holding their titles up proudly. He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He was followed by Morgan, who slid into the ring as well. She jumped up to a corner while Miles runs into the adjacent ropes and handstand springboarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy! He stops and goes to the opposite corner of Morgan and they both hold up their titles!)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first… they are the current PWS:APEX World Tag Team Champions… MIIIIIIILES KASEEEEEEY AND MOOOOOORGAN BAAAAAAKERRRRRR!!!
JR Freeman: This is bound to be an intense match up! Morgan and Miles have something that Alexis and Haze want… and they are in for a hell of a fight.
Alfonso Banks: That’s right! Haze and Alexis, also known now as the Vixens of Pain, are determined to get those Tag Team Titles. I have seen how far these women will go to get what they want.
JR Freeman: That’s right! And you gotta wonder what kind of chemistry Morgan and Miles will have out there tonight. They have only recently started interacting with each other, and have only had 1 official tag match.
Alfonso Banks: But the same can be said for Heather and Alexis. They have only had 2 tag matches together, and they lost one of them against Jack and Malachi.
JR Freeman: I dare you to bring that up to THEM!
(The crowd goes absolutely insane as the two share a quick glance before performing an amazingly in sync backflip off the top ropes. Morgan looks very excited, as the two hand their belts to the referee. Miles’s music fades out as the lights go out. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp as “MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits the speakers. Alexis Makarios comes out from behind the curtain and stops right in the spotlight. The fans begin to boo, but she just smirks and enjoys it. The lights go back out as the music changes again, the opening chords of Willa Ford's "I Wanna Be Bad" blasts out of the speakers. Bright neon lights flash out from the ramp, and the words "The Bad Girl" flash across the screen, as Heather Haze strides out to a mixed reaction from the gathered crowd. She smiles as her theme music continues to bump out of the P.A. She strikes a seductive pose for a moment, then dances a little to the music, shaking her hips to wolf-whistles from the crowd and smiling. Alexis stood to the side, pointing towards her partner. Both ladies grin as they make their way down to the ring. They get in the ring and get face to face with Morgan and Miles as the referee checks all 4 of them for hidden weapons.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents… the team of Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze… THE VIXEEEEEEENS OF PAAAAAAAAIN!!!
Alfonso Banks: Heather and Alexis look ready to take those tag belts.
JR Freeman: But Morgan and Miles don’t look ready to give them up. I can’t wait for this match to begin!!!
(Heather and Alexis lean over the ropes and pose for the fans, soaking in the overwhelming chorus of boo’s. The referee holds up the Tag Titles, before passing them off to a stagehand and ringing the bell.)
DING DING DING!!!
(The match starts with Alexis and Morgan in the ring. Alexis wastes no time charging at Morgan, pummeling her with fists, and forcing her into the empty corner. Once in the corner, Alexis continues to barrage Morgan with fists, but Morgan has her arms up protecting herself, and most of the fists land on her forearm. The referee pulls Alexis off of Morgan.)
Ref: I WILL DISQUALIFY YOU!
(Alexis takes a step back and holds her hands up in the air. While the referee is distracted with Alexis, Heather slides down the side of mat towards Morgan. She reaches for her, but the referee turns around in time to see and goes over to her, telling her to go back to her corner. She scoffs, but walks back to the corner. Morgan and Alexis make their way back to the middle of the ring, where they begin to circle around each other. Alexis makes the first move towards Morgan, who sidesteps and grabs Alexis by the head, dropping her to the mat for a quick pinfall!)
1...KICKOUT!!!
JR Freeman: A swift and slick move by Morgan!
Alfonso Banks: I will say this, it is smart of Morgan and Miles to try to end this quickly… before Heather and Alexis’s tempers have time to flare up.
JR Freeman: Very true. But that could also work to their advantage.
(Alexis hops back to her feet quickly, her face starting to turn red with rage! She runs at Morgan, backing her into her own corner, where Miles tags himself in, and the referee acknowledges the tag.)
Alfonso Banks: Miles just tagged himself in! Morgan angered Alexis and things were about to go bad!
JR Freeman: Miles should have given Morgan a chance to try and handle it herself, not take over.
(Miles enters the ring and looks right at Alexis. He smirks a bit of a cocky smirk towards her, only fueling her fire! She says something towards him, but the words are not picked up by the mic. He mouthed something back to her and she charges at him in a spear like position, charging him right into the empty corner. While she is still at his midsection, he begins to pummel her back with his forearms, each impact looking more painful than the last one! She stands up straight, and he pushes her backwards, grabs the top ropes, and lifts his feet up- kicking her square in the stomach, sending her reeling backwards. He hops up to the top rope and comes off with a missile dropkick right to her chest. She falls to the mat and he scrambles for a pin!)
1...KICKOUT!!!
(Alexis got her shoulder up rather quickly. Both get back to their feet, and Miles grabs her arm to Irish Whip her into the corner. She stomps and fights back, instead whipping HIM into the corner. She charges at him with a spear to the gut in the corner, and then delivers a punches to his gut as well. When he is doubled over, she grabs his head and looks to Morgan, pointing at her.)
Alexis: WATCH THIS CLOSELY!
(She then drags Miles towards their corner and tosses him into the corner by his head. This was enough to cause Morgan to drop from the mat to the ground. Alexis continued to shout insults towards Morgan, while holding the head of Miles. Alexis then tosses Miles out of the ring, through the middle rope, and he lands on the ground. She slides out of the ring and grabs him to his feet, tossing him into the barricade with a bit of a sickening thud. The cameras cut to show Heather up on the ring apron, clapping and grinning, enjoying every moment. Alexis turned her attention toward Morgan, shouting some insults again. While her focus was on Morgan, Miles grabbed her feet and tripped her to the ground! The referee began the count!)
1...2…
JR Freeman: Alexis and Heather can’t win the titles on a countout!
Alfonso Banks: Champion’s Advantage!
3...4…
(Miles pins Alexis to the ground and begins to deliver some hard left and rights to her head. Alexis tries to fight back, but at this point he is overpowering her. Heather drops down off the apron and comes running to aid her partner. Morgan sees this coming and rushes over, going head to head with Heather before she can pull Miles off of Alexis!)
Alfonso Banks: TEAMWORK!!!!
5...6…
(Miles gets to his feet and grabs Alexis by the hair, rolling her back into the ring and following suit, breaking the count. Both are back to their feet, and Heather and Morgan have gotten back to their own corners. Alexis looks at Miles before stomping on his foot, and then quickly tagging in Heather. Heather gets in the ring and walks right up to Miles and slaps him right across the face! He reels back, and puts his hand on his cheek, laughing. This infuriates Heather! She grabs him by the head and DDTs him to the mat! She then begins to stomp on him repeatedly. He winces in pain as he gets back to his feet. Heather tosses him towards the ropes, and forces his upper body under the top rope, and bends his back, pulling on his head, with her foot in his back!)
JR Freeman: That looks painful!!!
Alfonso Banks: I bet his back cracked a few times with that one!
(He screams out in pain as the referee tells Heather to break the hold.)
1...2...3...4…
(Right before the 5 count, she releases the hold. She starts yelling things towards Morgan, which allows Miles to grab and toss her into the corner. He unleashes a series of chops to her chest, each one echoing through the arena!!! He takes a few steps back and rushes at her, slamming his shoulder directly into her chest and gut area. She drops down in the corner. He goes back to the middle of the ring and rushes at her, this time smashing his hip right into her face. He grabs her feet and pulls her away from the ropes and goes for a pin!)
1...2...KICKOUT!
(Heather angrily kicks out just after the 2 count. She glares at Miles who has a cocky smirk on his face. He gets to his feet, and grabs her by the hair bringing her back to her feet. He pounds a few forearms on her back before dragging her over to the corner and tagging in Morgan. Morgan climbs to the top rope and comes off with an axe handle, right to Heather’s back! She and Miles high 5 as he exits the ring. Morgan rushes in and goes right for a pin herself!)
1… KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: Morgan trying to take advantage.
JR Freeman: But it’s not quite enough!
(Morgan stomps the left arm of Heather, putting focus on that arm. Heather slides out of the ring to get free from her. Morgan looks to Miles, who nods towards Heather. Morgan then takes a few steps back, runs, and dives right over the top rope!!! She connects straight to Heather with a diving crossbody! The crowd goes nuts!!!)
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD!!!
JR Freeman: AIR MORGAN!!!
(The crowd is chanting “MORGAN! MORGAN!” as both ladies are down outside the ring. The referee begins to count again.)
1...2...3…
(Morgan begins to stir, getting to her knees. She looks over and sees Heather, then looks to Miles who is stomping his feet and clapping, getting the crowd in on it. Alexis drops off the mat and rushes to check on her partner. She helps Heather to her feet..)
4...5...6…
(Realizing what is going on, Alexis sends Heather back into the ring.)
7…
(She then grabs Morgan and rolls her into the ring too. Miles hops down and he and Alexis begin brawling outside the ring! Back in the ring, Heather is to her feet and crouches down, waiting. Morgan slowly gets to her feet and BAM! Jailbait! Morgan is down and Heather drops for the pin!
1…
(Miles hears the pin and looks to the ring, attempting to make a dash for it. Alexis notices this and jumps on his back, putting him in a sleeper hold.)
2…
JR Freeman: THIS COULD BE IT!
Alfonso Banks: Alexis doing whatever she can to keep Miles from breaking the pin!
(Miles gets to the ring apron, but the hold and Alexis’s weight on his back is just too much and slows him down. He desperately tries to get in the ring…)
Alfonso Banks: HOLY SHIT!
JR Freeman: IT’S OVER!!!
3…!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Meg Reynolds: And your winners and NEW PWS:APEX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… ALEXIS MAKARIOS AND HEATHER HAZE… THE VIXENS OF PAIN!!!!
(Heather jumps to her feet, excitedly. Alexis hops off Miles back and slides in the ring. Alexis and Heather share an over excited hug before they are handed the belts. They both hug the belts tightly. Miles slides in and pulls Morgan to the side of the ring, helping her sit up on the apron, checking on her.)
Alfonso Banks: That was a hard fought match! Morgan and Miles did their best, but they just couldn’t beat the anger of the Vixens of Pain.
JR Freeman: Morgan and Miles fought well… I can’t wait to see the rematch!
Alfonso Banks: REMATCH???
(Miles escorts Morgan to the back as the cameras focus back to Alexis and Heather in the ring. The referee raises their hands and they raise the belts in their free hands as the camera cuts.)
Winner - AND NEW PWS:APEX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, ALEXIS MAKARIOS AND HEATHER HAZE
IThe cameras cut to backstage, where we see Laura Phoenix walking down the hallway, as she’s approached by PWS Hall of Famer, Eddie Lopez.)
Laura Phoenix: Hey Eddie, enjoying the show?
Eddie Lopez: Oh, I am! The weather is a different story but that's to discuss on another day.
(Eddie now has a full beard since the last time we saw him on PWS: APEX tv. But, he's happy to be here.)
Eddie Lopez: But… I'm also here for something else too and maybe you could help.
Laura Phoenix: Oh? What’s that?
Eddie Lopez: Well, over the last 4ish months.. I'm starting to get the itch to make a return. Now, you know I retired 4 years ago for a different company, but i have this lack of...i unno.. fulfillment. I've been watching the girls train and stuff and yeah… I can do this. I feel healthy, my knees are fixed and feeling good.
Laura Phoenix: That’s great to hear! I know we’d love to have you back.
Eddie Lopez: Great! I’ve done a lot in my career but… there's something I've never done. That's teaming up with my daughter. How about we do that? One last match for me teaming with Gracie. We can face any of your tag teams. Consider it an open challenge.
Laura Phoenix: I actually love the sound of that. I’m sure Ambika will like it, too. It’ll be something to see you and Gracie team together...does that mean she’s coming back too?
Eddie Lopez: I'd have to ask to be 100 percent sure, but I know she's been watching.
Laura Phoenix: Well, hopefully she’ll consider it. I know a lot of things have changed around here, but the Lopez’s are always welcome in PWS.
Eddie Lopez: I've noticed it, feels different too. But thanks for letting me pitch this idea for this upcoming match. It'll feel good to retire in a place that I call home. Any idea when it'll happen?
Laura Phoenix: A match like this...how does the first Riot of the new year sound? That way, if Gracie does decide to return, it will give her time to build towards something at the first pay-per-view. Plus, we can see how you feel after the match, just in case you still have the itch and aren’t quite ready to retire after that. Lord knows we’ve all been there.
(She laughs a little.)
Eddie Lopez: Haha. True! I love that. Start the new year with a BANG! I'll pass this info along to Gracie too, and see what she has to say.
Laura Phoenix: Sounds great. I might have an idea of some possible opponents for you two, I’ll have to see though. Either way, it’s sure to be a great match.
Eddie Lopez: It will be. Trust me.
Laura Phoenix: Sounds great. But, I gotta get back to Nick and Aaron. It was great talking to ya, Eddie. It’s been too long. Enjoy the rest of the show.
(Eddie nods his head towards his long time friend and opponent. He starts to walk down the hallway back to his locker room for the night as the cameras cut back to Alfonso and JR at ringside.)
JR Freeman: Holy...that’s going to be awesome! A PWS legend coming home for one final match!
Alfonso Banks: It is going to be great, and very nice to have Gracie back as well. I wonder who Laura was talking about as their possible opponents?
JR Freeman: No clue, but I’m sure we’ll find out before too long. But for now it’s time to get ready for our next match, as it’s Sierra Williams taking on Shawn Young!
Singles Match
Sierra Williams vs. Shawn Young
(The cameras cut to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing the competitors…
(“Song 2” by Blur plays over the sound system, as Shawn Young skips through the curtain. He puts his arm in the air, shouting whoo hoo that's on the song before walking down the ramp wearing red and white stars and stripes trousers with black elbow and knee pads along with white boots. Also wearing a LED light coat with LED glasses.)
Meg Reynolds: “From Seattle, Washington, he is The Young Hit Wonder, Shawn Young!”
(He high fives the fans as he rolls into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle and shouts Woo-hoo with his right arm up with the crowd cheering for him as he then moonsault's off the turnbuckle with the glasses that come off in the ring. He takes his coat off and tosses it to the floor as he's jumping around, waiting for his opponent to come out.)
JR Freeman: Shawn Young looks ready to go here tonight, as he has a golden opportunity to impress here tonight and get a big win on the big stage.
Alfonso Banks: Personally, what has he done to earn this match? He’s not ready for Sierra.
JR Freeman: Only time will tell about that.
Meg Reynolds: And introducing his opponent…
("Go to Sleep" by Eminem blares out as strobe lights hit the entrance in time with the music. Sierra Williams steps out with a black bandana over her face as she throws up her hands.)
Meg Reynolds: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada...Sierra Williams!
(Sierra makes her way down the ramp, jaw-jacking and trash talking as she makes her way to ringside, sliding into the ring. Reynolds gets out of the ring, as the ref checks with both competitors, before calling for the bell to start the match.)
JR Freeman: And here we go!
Alfonso Banks: Let’s get it on!
(Young and Williams pace around the ring, before Sierra goes for a collar and elbow tie-up. They both struggle to gain the advantage, with Young gaining it briefly, before sending Sierra into the corner. He goes for a clothesline in the corner, but Sierra gets the boot up and stops him. He staggers back, as she comes out of the corner. She runs to the ropes, but when she comes back, Young gets her with an arm drag. The two quickly get back to their feet, this time with Sierra getting Young with an arm drag. They get back up, as Young goes for a kick, but Sierra blocks it, going for a leg sweep, but Young jumps and avoids it. They lock up again, as Young rolls behind Sierra, going for a belly to back suplex, but she blocks it,a nd spins around him, going for one of her own. He slides out of it, as he runs to the ropes. He comes back, going for a clothesline, but Sierra ducks under it, and runs to the opposite ropes. They come back, as Young stops and goes for a back body drop, but Sierra rolls over him, as he stands up and she delivers a dropkick to his back. The force of the kick sends Young crashing through the ropes and to the outside. Sierra wastes no time, running to the ropes and diving through them in a suicide dive, but Young has some quick thinking before he gets to his feet, sending Sierra over him with a monkey flip, causing her to crash into the barricade.)
JR Freeman: Ouch! A swing and a miss for Sierra there. Some quick thinking by Young.
Alfonso Banks: That was a rough landing for Sierra there. She hit the barricade then damn near landed on her head.
(Shawn looks at Sierra on the ground, quickly getting back up on the apron. He looks back, as Sierra is starting to get to her feet. He jumps up on the second rope, springboarding off it with a beautiful moonsault, crashing down on Sierra, as they both come down in a heap. The ref starts counting, as both of them struggle to get to their feet.)
1…
2…
3…
4…
(Both Sierra and Young get to their feet, and make their way back into the ring, ending the count by the refere. They get back to their feet, and start trading punches and kicks.)
Alfonso Banks: I’m not sure that’s a wise move by Young, trying to go hit for hit with a fighter like Sierra.
JR Freeman: He seems to be holding his own, Alf.
(Almost as if on cue, Sierra lays Shawn with a vicious roundhouse kick to the head.)
Alfonso Banks: You were saying?
(Sierra tries for a quick pin.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
(Sierra gets to her feet, and gets Shawn up, before sending him into the corner. She charges and delivers a hesitation dropkick, as Young staggers out of the corner, Sierra runs to the ropes, rebounding and nailing Young with a slingblade, as she goes for another cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
Alfonso Banks: Oh! A close one there!
JR Freeman: Young still has a lot of fight left in him.
(Sierra and Young get back to their feet, as they lock up again. Young goes for a roll-up pin attempt.)
1…
2…
(Sierra counters into a pinning predicament of her own.)
1…
2…
(Shawn somehow manages to reverse it again and gets back into a pin attempt of his own.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
(The two get back to their feet, as Sierra delivers a body kick, which Shanw answers with a kick of his own. Sierra goes for a standing clothesline, but Shawn ducks unde, and goes for an overhead kick, but Sierra sidesteps it, and he crashes to the mat. She grabs his legs, trying to get him in position for the Sharpshooter, but Shawn manages to fight out of it, as he pushes Sierra away, giving him a chance to get to his feet. He runs to the ropes, coming back and nailing Sierra with a spear.)
JR Freeman: SPEAR!
(Shawn goes for the cover, hooking the leg.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: That was close!
Alfonso Banks: I wasn’t worried. He’s going to have to do more than that to put Sierra away!
(Shawn gets back to his feet, trying to think of what to do next. He gets behind Sierra, grabbing her leg, and locking on the Wonder Lock. Sierra struggles to get out of it, finally being able to, tossing Shawn across the ring. She gets back to her feet, as Shawn gets back to his. She ducks under a clothesline attempt, as Young turns around to eat a kick to the kidneys, causing him to double over. Sierra wastes no time, getting him in position, and nailing the Calgary Cutter!)
Alfonso Banks: Calgary Cutter! That’s gotta be it! It’s gotta be!
(Sierra rolls into the cover.)
1…
2…
3!?!?!? NO! SHOULDER UP!
Alfonso Banks: WHAT!?
JR Freeman: Only a two count!
Alfonso Banks: That was a slow count!
JR Freeman: Oh don’t even!
(Sierra looks up and can’t believe Young got the shoulder up. She gets back to her feet, waiting for Young to get back to his. She gets hyped, running to the ropes, and comes back, nailing Young with the Nova Bomb kick!)
Alfonso Banks: Nova Bomb! Now THAT HAS to be it!
(Sierra falls into the cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
*DING DING DING*
Alfonso Banks: Yes! I told you!
JR Freeman: What a match we just saw! A great showing by both of these superstars. Young fought valiantly, but in the end, it was Williams who got the last laugh.
Alfonso Banks: She was just too much for him.
JR Freeman: This match could have very easily gone the other way, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe, but it didn’t.
(The ref raises Sierra’s hand, before she slides out the ring, as the camera cuts away.)
Winner - Sierra Williams
PWS: APEX RIOT!
Returns Tuesday, January 12, 2021
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, we want to remind you that we will be returning in the new year on Tuesday, January 12, as it will be the first Riot of the year! It’s going to be a great way to open the new year with PWS action.
Alfonso Banks: Already slated for the show, we’ll see the return of Daniel Russow, Eddie and Gracie Lopez will be in tag team action, and I’m sure we’ll have all the fallout from tonight’s action. I honestly can’t wait to get this year over with and move on to 2021, and this show will be a great way to start things off.
JR Freeman: Keep checking back to the PWS: APEX website, as more matches are announced, and more details become available.
PWS:APEX United Championship Match
Jack Russow (c) vs. TBA
JR Freeman: Well, now it’s time for a match that a lot of people have been waiting for. Weeks ago, Ambika Renton told Jack Russow that she had a challenger for his PWS United Championship, but she wouldn’t release the identity of his challenger until tonight. Since then, Jack has experienced some paranoia, seemingly looking over his shoulder at every turn. Ambika feels he has it in him to overcome any obstacle, and tonight can be the ultimate test.
Alfonso Banks: It’s definitely going to be a test for the young champion. He has that Russow arrogance, so it’ll be interesting to see if whoever his opponent is can knock him down a peg or two.
(The cameras cut to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWS United Championship, with a thirty minute time limit!
(The fans cheer, as 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!!!"
(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 screaming in excitement for the fans who are sending him nothing but love and energy...the second coming of The Russows...the PWS United Champion…young Jack Russow has taken the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. He is the PWS United Champion, JACK RUSSOW!
( Without wasting time he makes a beeline for the ring, slides under the rope, runs towards the opposite rope, handspring flips then corkscrews in midair landing on both knees with his arms outstretched looking at the camera with intensity. He gets to his feet, and looks at the entrance ramp, waiting to see who his opponent is.)
Jack Russow: C’mon! Let’s go!
(Before Meg Reynolds can say anything else, the lights in the arena kick out
the opening guitar strums accompanied by the stomps and claps of "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash starts playing as a single, diminished spotlight suddenly flashes down on the entrance ramp as a wild looking Levi Russow stands holding his head rocking it back and forth as the light cuts out then shines down halfway to the ramp where Levi now stands, when suddenly the music is interrupted.)
Jack Russow: Stop! Stop the music! Cut it!
(The music fades, as we look back in the ring, where Jack has gotten a mic from Meg Reynolds.)
Jack Russow: Offffff COURSE it’s you! You just haaaaad to step back into the spotlight, couldn’t stay away, huh? Couldn’t just let me have my own thing? What the hell is your problem!?
(Levi has made his way to ringside, as he glares at his son in the ring...but then he turns, walking around the ring, and taking a seat at commentary with Alfonso and JR. In the ring, Jack looks confused as all hell.)
JR Freeman: Uh...well I guess we’re being joined on commentary by Levi Russow.
Levi Russow: MY GOD...he’s a genius!
Alfonso Banks: So, you’re not the mystery opponent?
Levi Russow: Nah bruh...it ain’t me…
(Jack is in the ring, yelling at his father, but his face goes stone cold as ice, when he hears…
...The opening of Nikki Yanofsky’s “Something New” begins to play across the arena speakers, as Alanah O’Connell walks out to the stage, stopping and smiling out at the crowd.)
JR Freeman: You’re kidding! Alannah is the mystery opponent!?
Alfonso Banks: This is going to be hell for Jack.
(Jack looks like he’s absolutely devastated in the ring, as Alannah makes her way to the ring, doing a little twirl on the ramp. When she reaches the ring, she climbs up the steps and into the ring, smiling and waving out at the crowd as her music fades away. She looks at Jack, who has tears forming in his eyes.)
Jack Russow: No...no God please...tell me right now...
(She holds her hand out for the microphone, as he hands it to her. She smiles softly at him.)
Alannah O’Connell: Oh, babe...don’t worry, it’s not me. I’m just out here to be in your corner for moral support. Plus, what better show to come back for than Crusade?
Jack Russow: But...why?
Alannah O’Connell: Wellllll…
(The lights kick out again, and we can hear Jack audibly say “Who th’hell now!?” Another moment passes by....before the unmistakable guitar, and opening of “Wings of a Butterfly” by HIM starts to echo throughout the arena, the lights going to a deep purple tint, as Emma Russow walks out onto the stage.)
Levi Russow: Look at that hot mama!
JR Freeman: Wait...his own mother!? Are you serious!?
Alfonso Banks: I...would NOT want to be Jack Russow right about now…
(Before she can even start to make her way down the ramp, Jack absolutely loses his shit, grabbing the microphone from Alannah and screaming.)
Jack Russow: NO NO NO NO NO! HELLL NO! I’M NOT DOING IT! NO WAY! I’M NOT FACING MY MOTHER! NO NO NO!
(He turns to his father at the commentary desk, shouting at him.)
Jack Russow: Did you put her up to this!? What kind of vendetta do you have against me!? I can’t BELIEVE you!
(By this time, Emma has made her way into the ring, and tries to calm Jack down, asking for the mic.)
Jack Russow: I won’t fight you, mom. I won’t do it!
(He hesitantly hands the microphone to his mother.)
Emma Russow: Jack, sweetie...you know I’ve done so much in this company, I’ve held championships, won the Queen of the Ring tournament, don’t you think I would deserve a title match?
Jack Russow: NO! I mean- I won’t do it!
Emma Russow: Well, let me put your mind at ease for a second...it’s not me.
(Jack visibly breathes a sigh of relief, but tilts his head a bit.)
Jack Russow: Then...why are you out here?
Emma Russow: Like I said, I’ve done a lot in this company...but one thing I haven’t done is ring announcing, so I figured...why not?
Jack Russow: Okay...please...I’m BEGGING….let the next person to come out be my opponent...no more games...no more mindfuckery, please!
Emma Russow: Is that what you want?
Jack Russow: YES!
(The lights go out once more…)
“THE INDIFFERENCE...OF GOOD...MEN!”
(Pyro shoots out from the stage, as blinding lights shine, as the opening guitar to “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare over the sound system. Jack drops to his knees in the ring, as PWS Hall of Famer, Nick Madison, walks out onto the stage. The pyro hits along with the drum hits. Nick stops at the top of the stage, and poses as the flames soar into the air. The scream of M. Shadows cuts through, as Nick starts to make his way to the ring.)
Emma Russow: Introducing the challenger, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, now residing in New York, New York...he is a PWS Grand Slam Champion, and PWS Hall of Famer...NIIIIICK MAAAADISOOOOOON!
(Jack gets back to his feet, jaw absolutely agape as we hear the music almost drowned out by the hysterical laughter coming from the announcers desk from Levi as Nick makes his way to the ring, sliding in, looking at Jack as he goes to the turnbuckle and climbs up, posing for the crowd. Emma and Alannah get out of the ring, Nick takes off his trench coat, as the ref checks with both him and Jack, Jack still screaming “WHY!?” across the ring before calling for the bell to start the match.)
*DING DING*
JR Freeman: Here we go...Jack Russow versus Nick Madison for the PWS United Championship!
Alfonso Banks: I know Ambika said it would be a challenge for Jack...but holy hell! He’s going to have to bring it all in this one. Do you think he has what it takes, Levi?
Levi Russow: ...that man and I took each other crashing off the top of the tron straight through the electric equipment...no yeah, he’ll “PROBABLY” be fine.
(Jack and Nick pace around the ring, Jack seeming to get into the game, getting focused now that he knows his opponent. Nick is jumping around, loosening up. They keep circling around for a moment, before locking up in the middle of the ring. They both try to gain the advantage, before Nick sends Jack to the ropes. Jack rebounds off the ropes, as Nick goes for a standing spear, but Jack thinks on his feet, and nails Nick with Smells Like Knee Spirit.)
JR Freeman: SMELLS LIKE KNEE SPIRIT!
Levi Russow: That kid sat front row EVERY night we did this for the prime of this company’s run. Of course he is gonna have his own Uncle Nick scouted. He better, anyway. Then again, he’s an idiot. Who knows?
(Jack scrambles into a cover.)
1..
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: My goodness that was close!
Alfonso Banks: Can you imagine if he won that quickly?
Levi Russow: I...would NOT want to live with him if that were to happen.
(Jack sits up with a smirk on his face, figuring that wouldn’t be enough but with a “why not” expression. He gets to his feet, and gets Nick up to his feet. The two exchange righ hand shots, before Jack starts delivering Muay Thai strikes, but Nick starts to fight back, with strikes of his own. Jack goes on a flurry of strikes, hitting a couple of kicks, an elbow, followed up by a spinning clothesline.)
JR Freeman: A nice flurry there from Jack.
Levi Russow: ‘Twas alright.
(Jack gets Nick to his feet, and goes for a clothesline, but Nick ducks under. Jack turns around and gets a kick to the gut, before Nick quickly lifts him up, and nails him with Violent Tendencies. Nick goes into the cover.)
1…
2…
3!?!?!? NO!!!! Kickout!
JR Freeman: Wow! That was so close!
Levi Russow: Closer than I got to pulling out before Jack was conceived.
Alfonso Banks: Can...can you say that?
Levi Russow: I just did, didn’t I? Iiiiii can say what I want!
(Outside the ring, Alannah is shouting words of encouragement to Jack, as he and Nick get back to their feet. They start to exchange right hand shots, before Jack gets a quick kick to the gut, followed by a throat thrust. Nick falls to the mat, as Jack jumps on him with a double foot stomp to the chest. He gets to Nick’s side and delivers a standing moonsault, as he stays in position for the cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Another near fall for Jack Russow.
Levi Russow: That dog won’t hunt. It’ll take more than that.
Alfonso Banks:....what?
Levi Russow: D-d-did I stutter?
(Jack shrugs off the near fall, as he goes back on the offensive. He gets Nick to his feet, and goes to the ropes, rebounding off, going for another Smells Like Knee Spirit, but this time it’s Nick who counters with a standing Spear! Nick drapes an arm over Jack for the cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
Levi Russow: I don’t know why he felt like he could just….go for the same move again. It’s Nick Madison...if he didn’t have EVERY piece of homework to do, I can’t win this for him.
Alfonso Banks: I...don’t know what to say to that.
Levi Russow: Jack has beaten me….Jack has beaten almost everybody...EXCEPT Nick.
JR Freeman: You...actually...that’s not wrong. There aren’t many in PWS: APEX that Jack HASN’T beaten.
(Nick gets to his feet, as Jack gets to his knees. Nick gets him to his feet, into a standing lock up, as Nick gets the upper hand, and drives Jack back into the corner. The ref counts for Nick to break, which he does after two. Jack comes out of the corner, and Nick surprises him with a snap power slam. Nick rolls Jack over and tries to go for the Fade Away submission, but Jack has it scouted, and avoids the hold. Jack gets to his feet, as does Nick, and the two exchange right hand shots again. Nick goes for a lariat, but Jack ducks under. Jack goes for a bicycle kick, but Nick sidesteps it, and Jack crashes to the mat. Nick grabs him and pulls him up, going for a belly to back suplex, but Jack flips out, and lands behind Nick. He delivers a dropkick to Nick’s back that sends Nick crashing to the outside.)
Alfonso Banks: Jack seems to have Nick well scouted.
Levi Russow: Well, no shit, sherlock...he’s been watching him since he was a kid.
JR Freeman: I mean...he’s got a point.
Levi Russow: Course I do.
(Nick staggers to his feet on the outside, and turns to see a charging Jack Russow diving through the ropes, going for a suicide dive, but Nick is able to counter, and tosses Jack over his head, crashing into the barricade. Jack lays on the floor for a second, before Nick gets him back to his feet. Nick drives Jack into the barricade again, then sends him into the ring apron.)
JR Freeman: Now some fighting on the outside. Levi, your thoughts?
Levi Russow: Jack begged me and pleaded with me for this, to be okay with his dream. I told him what this would entail, but I don’t see how you prepare anyone for “The Extremist.”
Alfonso Banks: Your son has had nothing, but a silver spoon in his mouth.
Levi Russow: Fuck you, fite me.
Alfonso Banks: Bring it on!
Levi Russow: Okay folks, you heard it here first. First show back, Levi Russow versus Alfonso Banks….BOOK IT RENTON!
JR Freeman: I don’t think that’s how that works.
Levi Russow: That was part of the deal...I let her take over, she let’s me book whatever I want.
Alfonso Banks:....I’m scared.
Levi Russow: Too late, bitch. You said yeah!
(Back in the ring, Nick slides in, as the two get back to their feet. They lock up, but Jack spins around Nick, going for a suplex, but Nick blocks it before spinning around behind Jack. Jack blocks Nick’s suplex attempt, separating them with some back elbows to create some space. Jack turns around, and delivers an arm drag. Nick quickly gets back to his feet, and delivers an arm drag of his own. Jack quickly gets to his feet, and the two lock up again. Jack gets Nick in an arm wrench, but Nick spins out and gets Jack in an arm wrench, but then Jack flips out and sends Nick flying with a modified arm drag. The two get back to their feet in somewhat of a stalemate, as the fans applaud to show their approval.)
JR Freeman: The crowd here showing their appreciation for the great wrestling we’re seeing from these two.
Levi Russow: It’s a Russow versus a Madison….d’you expect any less?
(The two lock up once more, before Jack releases, and hits the Fortunate Son from out of nowhere!)
JR Freeman: Fortunate Son!
Levi Russow: Nice!
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Kickout!
Alfonso Banks: So close!
(Jack sits up, looking over at Alannah, who is still giving him words of encouragement at ringside. He glances over at his father, who simply shrugs. Jack shakes his head, and gets back to his feet. He gets Nick to his feet, and wrenches his arm. Nick twists out of it, and sends Jack to the ropes, Jack rebounds and comes back, only to eat a standing dropkick. He crashes to the mat, rolling out onto the apron to get a momentary breather.)
Levi Russow: GET BACK IN THERE! THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR!
(Jack shakes his head, as if to block his father’s screaming out, as he uses the ropes to get to his fee, but he looks up just in time to see Nick charging at him, as he delivers a Spear through the ropes, sending both men crashing down to the floor.)
Levi Russow: Would’ta happened if ya had stayed in the ring, kid.
JR Freeman: A hard landing for both men.
Alfonso Banks: So, Levi. Did you have any words of advice for Jack heading into this match?
Levi Russow: You act like the kid would actually ASK me for advice…
Alfonso Banks:...fair point.
(On the outside, the two get to their feet, as inside the ring, the ref starts the count. Jack drives Nick into the barricade.)
1…
2…
(Jack turns and goes to drive Nick into the ing apron, but Nick turns it around and drives Jack into the ring apron.)
3…
4…
(The two start exchanging right hand shots.)
5…
6…
(The two continue to brawl on the outside, moving around the ring on the outside trading punches.)
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JR Freeman: They better get back in the ring…
Levi Russow: PAY ATTENTION, KID!
9…
(Just before the ref counts 10, both Nick and Jack slide ack into the ring. Jack is the first to his feet, as he quickly gets Nick in position, going for the Cut The Cord, but Nick breaks out of it, and gets into position to deliver the Neuro-Mutilation, but Jack shoves Nick away. Nick turns around to eat a vicious superkick. Nick falls to the mat, as Jack takes the opportunity to go over to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle, and leaping off, rotating in the air, with a corkscrew 630, also known as November Pain, but at the last second, Nick gets his knees up, as Jack crashes into them. Jack writhes in pain. Nick gets to his feet, walking over to Jack. He ges Jack to his feet, and goes to pull him down into the Fade Away, but Jack quickly manages to avoid it, and somehow reverses it into Desolation Row!)
JR Freeman: Desolation Row!
Levi Russow: Impressive!
*DING DING DING*
Levi Russow: Th’ FUCK!?
Alfonso Banks: Uh...Nick didn’t tap…
JR Freeman: What’s going on?
(Jack, who has just locked in the submission, lets go, thinking he’s won, but the ref assures him he didn’t call for the bell. There is mass confusion at ringside, as no one knows what’s going on, until we hear Emma Russow make the announcement.)
Emma Russow: Ladies and gentlemen, the thirty minute time limit has expired, therefor this match will end in a time limit draw! Annnnd therefor, and STILLLL the PWS: APEX United Champion….Jack Russow!
Levi Russow: Dat some boooolshit!
JR Freeman: Oh, come on! Five more minutes!
(In the ring, Jack looks a little defeated, as he’s handed the United Championship. Nick gets to his feet, and the two exchange some words, before shaking hands.)
JR Freeman: A nice show of sportsmanship there by both men. They just fought a war, so it’s good to see them like this.
Levi Russow: BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!
Alfonso Banks: Would you stop!?
Levi Russow: Do YOU volunteer as tribute?
Alfonso Banks: No thank you.
(The handshake lasts a moment longer, as the two talk a little more, before Nick gets out of the ring and Jack stands in the middle of the ring, looking at his United Championship. He rolls out of the ring, and goes straight to Alannah, giving her a tight hug and a kiss, before they start to head to the back. Back at ringside, Levi gets up from the commentary table, as he takes Emma arm in arm, and they make their exit backstage.)
JR Freeman: Well, that was certainly a spectacle, wasn’t it, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: I honestly thought there were times both men had it won….but, I’[m just glad Levi is gone now.
JR Freeman: Better hope Ambika doesn’t book that match he suggested.
Alfonso Banks: She won’t...I’m sure.
JR Freeman: Are you?
Alfonso Banks:...I think…
Winner - TIME LIMIT DRAW
THEREFOR, STILLL PWS; APEX UNITED CHAMPION, JACK RUSSOW!
(Camera switches to the back as we see Head of PWS Tech and all around good guy Demeterius Spinelli walking down the hall, singing a jolly Christmas tune to himself. He comes across a few stage hands.)
Spinelli: Happiest of holidays!
One of the crew: Merry Christmas, Spinelli! Tell Breeze and little Rose we said hi!
Spinelli: I shall. Hopefully the New Year will allow us to bring her by.
The other of the crew: Here’s hopin’!
Spinelli: The Jackal does remind you to make sure you are safe. Please adhere to all the CDC guidelines.
One of: My wife already laid down the law to her parents that there was no way we were coming out this year, just way too risky.
Other: Same. Thanks to your advice we actually are doing a whole family gathering over the computer. The kids are excited about it.
Spinelli: Awesome, I am certainly glad that I could be of assistance on that. If you need any further help, you both have my number.
(He waves to them both before turning around and running square into a chest.)
Spinneli: Oof...oh my humblest apolo-
(He looks up and looks right into the eyes of Magnus Trevino, the bodyguard of Everett Jacobs.)
Spinelli: Oh...sh-
Everett Jacobs: -ut up, you miserable dweeb.
(Magnus takes a step to the side to reveal Everett Jacobs, dressed in his ring attire. There’s a look of pure rage across his face as he stares down Spinelli, holding up two fingers.)
Everett Jacobs: Twice now, you’ve stuck your nose into affairs that had nothing to do with you. You’ve ruined my plans for the last time, you brown-nosing little twerp. You are going to regret every single thing you’ve done to me.
(He darts forward and grabs a handful of Spinelli’s shirt and pulls him forward roughly, cocking his other hand back into a fist ready to land a blow to Spinelli’s face.)
Female Voice: HEY FUCK FACE! LEGGO MY SPINELLI!
(Spinelli quickly gets pulled away from Everett’s grasp and is replaced by Bella Madison glaring at him.)
Bella Madison: Ello, you pompous windbag. It looks like I got here just in the nick of time.
(Spinelli puts his hand on her shoulder and tries to protect her but Bella shrugs him off and keeps glaring Jacobs down.)
Spinelli: Young Valkyrie, please...his issue is with me.
Bella Madison: Actually, seems like he has an issue with a lot of us.
Spinelli: Indeed, but if the Richy Bitch thinks that what he has attempted to accomplish on two occasions doesn’t involve me, he and his...Human Boulder are sadly mistaken. “The Blood of the Covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” as the saying goes. You screwed with my family.
Bella Madison: You screwed with the WRONG family.
(A smirk crosses Everett’s face, as he glances to Magnus.)
Everett Jacobs: You hear that, Mag? Looks like the little bitch has a bark. Too bad she’s got no bite to back it up.
Bella Madison: Oh, sweetie...Any other time, I would stomp your head into the cement but seeing as it's the holidays and shopping for Mack is impossible, I’ll refrain from revealing my fangs. You’re gonna get exactly what is coming to you and I’m going to revel in every glorious moment.
Everett Jacobs: Oh, you really think so, you little-
Malachi: I would choose your next words very, very carefully if I were you, shitheel.
(Both Everett and Magnus turned to see Malachi walking up behind them, arms crossed over his chest and a carefully neutral expression on his face, though there was the telltale vein throbbing in his temple.)
Everett Jacobs: The hell do you want? This doesn’t concern you.
Malachi: Well, considering you were just about to threaten my future wife, I’d say that concerns me a great deal.
(He glances up at Magnus, who is glaring at him through narrowed eyes.)
Malachi: What are you looking at, you thick fuck? I know your cocky prick of a boss has his own match tonight, but I’ve got some time on my hands to knock you senseless.
(Magnus starts to crack his knuckles, but Everett puts a hand on his shoulder.)
Everett Jacobs: Maybe another time. His dance card is a little full tonight. Let’s go, Mag. I’ve got a title to win and a company to save.
(With a final glare to the three, Everett and Magnus head off to the gorilla position.)
Bella Madison: Fuckin’ schmuck.
Spinelli: Valkyrie, Black Knight...how do I thank you?
Bella Madison: Don’t worry about it.
Spinelli: I mean, I could have at least let him punch me to get it out of his system. Seems to work with some...
(Spinelli looks at Mal with a smirk, while Mal just rolls his eyes.)
Malachi: Yeah, well….I’m the only one allowed to do that.
Bella Madison: Don’t even think about it.
Spinelli: Do not fret, Valkyrie. He still has yet to catch me.
(Quick as a flash, Mal had reached his hand out and grabbed Spinelli by the front of his shirt, much like Everett had just done.)
Malachi: Huh. Looks like I got you now, don’t I?
(Spinelli looks down with a bit of fright in his eyes.)
Spinelli: Uhh, Black Knight, you really shouldn’t...
Malachi: Why’s tha- OW!!!!
(Mal is pulled away forcefully from Spinelli by Bella, who has a tight grip on his ear. She twists it as she leads him off down the hallway while he hollers in pain. Spinelli takes a moment to straighten out his now-wrinkled shirt before he continues whistling his tune and heads off down the hallway.)
PWS:APEX World Championship Match
Last Man Standing Match
Mack McKane (c) vs. Everett Jacobs
Alfonso Banks: I want...to go...home.
JR Freeman: What’s got you so green around the collar, partner?
Alfonso Banks: We’ve seen so much crazy action tonight, I’ve had my fill is all! Oh well, thanks for one Helluva year, PWS fans! And we’ll see YOU-
JR Freeman: ...are you even kidding me right now?
Alfonso Banks: DO NOT MAKE ME SIT THROUGH THIS ONE!!!
JR Freeman: Fans...this is it. From the evening Mack McKane and Mattie Cormier set eyes on each other...they were en fuego. And it seemed nothing could keep them apart. ENTER EVERETT JACOBS! A snide, conniving young man who claimed to...well have CLAIM over Mattie’s hand!
Alfonso Banks: She’d be better off!
JR Freeman: Thank you for your fictitious and completely irrelevant opinion. Anyway, Everett’s obsession pushed him so far as to even hire a scourge from PWS’ past...and Mack McKane’s own father...and when you thought nothing could keep them apart? Mattie gets KIDNAPPED.
Alfonso Banks: She left on her own accord!
JR Freeman: Mack McKane’s friends and family...would then circle the wagons after Mack would capture the PWS World Heavyweight Championship...and go to all out WAR with The Reverend Synister and his Darkest Carnival! And though the fair maiden was saved and the Devil’s rejected.
Alfonso Banks: Heh...see whatcha did there.
JR Freeman: Everett would get away...and start pulling more and more strings trying to dispel the champion McKane. But all of his strings, partner, have just been CUT.
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know about that, I mean, he DOES have a shot...for the PWS World Heavyweight Championship...IN the main event of one of our two biggest shows of the year.
JR Freeman: ...he has Mack McKane in a Last Man Standing match with nowhere to run.
Alfonso Banks: ...ah...yeah…
(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.)
JR Freeman: Dear God listen to the few in attendance...is there ANYONE more hated than this kid?
Alfonso Banks: Well yeah...Lycr-
JR Freeman: WE DO NOT SPEAK THE NAME WHAT NOT TO BE SPOKEN!!!
(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.)
Alfonso Banks: Look at him...the FUTURE of this company. ANY woman would be lucky to land this Gaston! He’s got ice water in his veins!
(Magnus steps out in front of Mack folding his hands in front of him as Everett reclines up on top of the turnbuckle. The lights suddenly kick out...everything gets eerie.)
“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 spiked mask and a long trench coat, the PWS World Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder.. When he fully arrives, the lights flash back on and his eyes do not stray from Everett Jacobs before sauntering to the ring twirling his butterfly knife in suspense as he flips it closed sliding into the ring all the way to the middle where he spins around into an indian style position looking up at Magnus before he slowly stands up. The referee gets between them and tries pushing Mack back to the corner. They both shed their gear and walk to the middle of the ring for the official introductions.)
JR Freeman: It’s hard to believe...it’s here, the end of the road. One of these men cannot exist while the other draws breath!
(Before the introductions can be completed, Everett shoves Magnus forward crashing into Mack! The lights kick back to normal as the referee rings the bell! Everett suddenly starts putting the boots and hammerfists to Mack catching him off guard!)
JR Freeman: AND DID YOU EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE!?
Alfonso Banks: THIS IS BRILLIANT JR! DON’T GIVE THAT HACK-SLINGING SLASHER A CHANCE TO KRABBY YOUR PATTIES!!!
(Magnus seems a bit angry at being used but Everett screams at him to get his head in the game as Magnus starts beating on Mack too. Mack crawls over to a corner and they rip the mask off his face as Everett uses the spikes of Mack’s own mask shoving them in his face as he barks orders to Magnus!)
JR Freeman: Using his own aesthetic against him? I gotta admit, I don’t think anyone’s tried that yet!
(Magnus goes under the ring and produces a roll of duct tape! Everett drags Mack’s beaten body face down as he stomps his head a couple times before barking orders to Magnus to rack Mack’s groin into the bottom ring post which he does viciously. Mack screams in unrelenting anguish as Everett slides to the outside grabbing the duct tape before taking a second to point at his head and laugh at everyone in attendance before…he grapevines Mack’s legs together and begins wrapping them in duct tape!)
JR Freeman: What is he DOING!?
Alfonso Banks: IT’S A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH, JR!!! MACK CAN’T STAND UP!!!
1!
2!
3!
(Everett and Magnus are absolutely gloating in the moment as Everett calls for both of them to slip back into the ring as they boot Mack a couple more times before celebrating!)
4!
5!
6!
*Lights kick out as black and white flames burning a Christmas Tree can be seen playing on the Tron.*
JR Freeman: WHAT THE HELL!?
(A distorted song starts, sounds like the record is melting and we barely understand Marilyn Manson warble…)
“Everyone will come...everyone will come...to my funeral...to make...sure...I stay...dead…”
(As the lights come back on...we see newcomer, Krash, kneeling on one knee on the top turnbuckle with his tattooed hand covering his face as his hood is pulled over his eyes. Everett and Magnus start laughing at him before Everett starts getting mad, screaming at him, beckoning him to take his shot if he was gonna take his shot as he reaches into his back pocket and clicks his switchblade to life.)
7!
8!
(Krash slowly stands up on the turnbuckle pulling the hood off his head and uncovering his mouth...and he’s smiling. Everett and Magnus look confused at each other before they look back at him still accosting him.)
9!
(Krash suddenly slowly starts pointing behind them as Everett’s eyes grow big...he doesn’t even turn around before hears the ref call…)
HE’S UP!
(Krash winks at Everett and blows Magnus a kiss. They turn back to see…
...Mattie Cormier has run out with her tailoring scissors and cut Mack McKane’s ankles free. He’s now standing...Everett screams at Magnus to get Krash as Mack snaps his fingers...and the lights go out again.)
Mack McKane: ...there is...no escape...this time.
(Suddenly the lights flash back on and the entire arena has become a Winter Wonderland of violence. Endless trash cans full of weapons. Ladders, Tables, Chairs, oh my! Everett looks around almost freaking out looking back for Magnus who was supposed to take out Krash but Magnus is unconscious on the outside KRASHED through one of the plexiglass barricades as EMTs are down checking on him because he’s bleeding pretty badly! Mack slowly turns around and using Cutrina, points at Everett...and then to himself...Everett twirls the switchblade in his hand…)
JR Freeman: Fans this one isn’t for the squeamish, we may ACTUALLY see an old fashioned knife fight right here!
(Everett stabs at Mack wildly as Mack is twirling Cutrina and dodging like it’s a dance before Everett stabs once more and USING Cutrina, Mack traps the blade of Everett’s knife WITHIN the handle of his own butterfly knife! Mack uses this to rip the knife out of Everett’s hand as he turns handing both knives to Mattie on the outside. Everett attacks Mack from behind...again. But it can’t be blamed because he’s CLEARLY fighting for his life. He slides out of the ring grabbing a barbed wire baseball bat...taking a minute to look at Mattie and let her know she did this. Before his glare becomes crazed and not breaking eye contact he grabs the barbed wire in his lightly wrapped hand and unravels it! His face wincing with every turn, it breaks off and he slides back into the ring folding the line of barbed wire in half...and then grabbing both ends, just crossfacing Mack McKane with it.)
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!
Alfonso Banks: THIS IS WHY I WANTED TO GO HOME!!!
(Mack is screaming as Mattie looks heartbroken on the outside before she starts pounding the ring apron and Mack starts to power up. Everett keeps screaming at her to stop but that just makes her louder- *in the background, Meg screams “HEY!!!...PHRASING!!!!”* -Mack thrashes out and reaches the ropes...but it does no good!)
JR Freeman: That rope can’t help him, folks. There’s no rope breaks, no DQs, no Pinfalls, no Submissions...you have to pummel your opponent down to the point he can’t answer plain English and stand up for TEN SECONDS.
(Mack slides his legs around to the outside as he’s able to reach back and grab the back of Everett’s head raking his eyes across the ropes as Everett lets go. Mack pulls the barbed wire out of his flesh and it looks like he has a Joker-esque smile on his face...which is perfectly fine by him. Mattie approaches him and kisses his cheeks before sliding a staple gun into Mack’s right hand and the rest of Everett’s ransom money in his left! They share a quick peck on the lips as the referee backs Mattie off after checking on Everett. Mack plays possum until Everett leans over the top rope grabbing Mack by the hair as Mack quickly just flings his hand up and staples Everett square on the nose! Everett screeches and staggers back clawing at his substantial schnoz as he drops to his knees and Mack stalks him.)
JR Freeman: To quote Christopher Walken from Poolhall Junkies? “Sometimes the lion has to remind the hyenas who he really is.”
Mack McKane: YOU WANT YOUR MONEY BACK, BRUV!? ‘ERE! ‘ERE YA CUNT!
(Mack staples a 20 dollar bill to Everett’s forehead as Everett screams and rolls around grasping at his forehead as blood begins to trickle.)
Mack McKane: YEAH YOU ALWAYS LOOKED LIKE A BLEEDER. HERE’S YER MONEY!
(As Everett is crawling away, Mack takes another 20 and staples it to the back of Everett’s neck! Everett’s breath seizes up in his lungs as the crowd chants “YOU SICK FUCK!” at Mack who soaks in that...it has been too long.)
Alfonso Banks: I TOLD YOU I WANTED TO GO HOME!
(Everett flails over onto his back screaming like a dying animal as Mack sits him up and kneels down beside him.)
Mack McKane: I’LL USE THE REST O’ YOUR LIL’ RANSOM...TO BUY YOUR FOOKIN’ SILENCE!!!
(Mack sticks a 100 dollar bill onto Everett’s tongue and quickly snaps the trigger! Blood pours from Everett’s mouth as the crowd is going insane!)
JR Freeman: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THERE’S ONLY *ONE* MACK MCKANE!!!
Alfonso Banks: AND I WISH HE WERE ANYWHERE BUT HERE!!!
(Mack drops the staple gun as he goes to pick Everett up by the head only to be socked in the gobblers by a straight right hand thrown in desperation by Everett Jacobs wearing brass knuckles SQUARE to the testiculars of Mack McKane who crumples and quickly grabbing one of the nearby trash cans, projectile vomits his guts into it. There’s a silent “EWW” reaction from the crowd as we hear Alfonso Banks dry heaving on commentary.)
JR Freeman: Don’t. Don’t you dare!
Alfonso Banks: If-*HWUH*-If I...see…*HWUH*...someone vo-...vomi-*HWUH*
JR Freeman: God this isn’t how I wanted this year to end but...if there were any more appropriate way to sum UP this year, I suppose that was it. The universe...low blowing you with a straight right hand wearing brass knuckles square into your oncoming man candy until you puke in a trash can.
(Mack’s lying there like a slug as Everett pulls himself up screaming for the ref to count.)
1!
2!
3!
4!
(Mack has ANGRILY pulled himself up in the corner with his back still to Everett who gets completely irreverent and fires two quick shots with the brass knuckles into Mack’s kidneys dropping him back to his knees.)
Alfonso Banks: He’s gonna wee-wee blood water until next year!
JR Freeman: ...d’you...d’you feel GOOD about that one, or?
Alfonso Banks: Saw the shot. Took it. No regrets.
(Everett is smashing Mack’s face repeatedly into the turnbuckle before he turns and drops to one knee screaming at Mattie about how she could have prevented this if she’d have just stopped fighting destiny...y’know...the whole “psycho prowler con Brock Turner” predatorial vibes we’ve all come to know and loathe. Mattie suddenly loses the shoes and pulls out her hoops as the fans go absolutely ape-shit as she climbs up onto the apron!)
JR Freeman: MATTIE THINK THIS THROUGH!!!
(Mattie steps through the ropes and Everett is delighted. Mattie approaches cautiously before she starts throwing punches! Everett is skilled enough to duck them until he catches both of her hands and pulls her in trying to kiss her. She’s been prepared for this for awhile now as she suddenly rears back and from her childhood soccer days, PELTS Everett in HIS testicles as hard as he can as Everett’s eyes go wide and his face screams “OOOOOH!” as Mattie makes him look her in the eye.)
Mattie Cormier: FUCK. YOU.
(Before Everett or anybody even knows what’s going on, Mattie has hooked her arm over Everett’s neck and crossed herself before screaming and jumping up as high as she can bringing Everett crashing down with a shaky version of Mack’s O-Positive Jumping DDT! Everett’s head cracks off the mat as he rolls over holding his mouth just in time for a recovered Mack McKane to come FLYING off the top rope as Mattie rolls out of the way hitting him with his Type O-Negative diving double stomp!
Alfonso Banks: Y’know...there is more focus on blood types and family jewels than I thought there’d be tonight, JR.
JR Freeman: Y’know something, I noticed that too? Huh...OH LOOK AT THAT!!!
(As Mack has absolutely crashed as hard into Everett’s ribs as he can, Everett rolls over crawling and resting his mouth across the bottom rope to muffle his screams! Mack helps Mattie up and holds her hand all the way over to Everett where Mack kisses her hand...AND THEY BEGIN TRAINING MATTIE ON THE PROPER WAY TO USE THE AMBIEN ALLEY!)
JR Freeman: AWWW WHAT A DATE!!!
(After about the seventh stomp, Everett has crumpled into a limp pile of paste. Mack ties up his arms into the ropes as the referee starts counting.)
1!
2!
3!
(Mattie hands Mack some smelling salts as Mack snaps Everett back to reality as he struggles to free his arms from the ropes.)
Everett Jacobs: NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOT LIKE THIS!!!
4!
5!
6!
(Mack grabs the flailing Everett by the face…)
Mack McKane: You shoulda fucked off when I told yas the first night I met you, innit? T’be fair-
Random Voices In The Audience: TO BE FAAAAAAAAIR!!!!
Mack McKane: ...youse...were...warned.
7!
8!
(Mack stands up and backs his way towards Mattie and she realizes the absolute WORST defeat Everett could ever endure…)
Everett Jacobs: YOU COWARD!!! YOU FUCKING COWARD!!! YOU THINK THIS SOLVES ANYTHING!?
Mattie Cormier: ...does THIS?
(Mattie begins to press herself sensually into Mack as he brushes the hair out of her face. Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure...this one left them all behind. Everett looks like he’s about to cry as he continues screaming no but the lovers cannot hear him.)
9!
…..10!!!
Meg Reynolds: YOUR WINNER...AAAAAAND STILL!!!! YOUR PWS WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORLD!!! MACK...MCCCCCKAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!
(Everett is now openly weeping as Mack gets a microphone.)
Mack McKane: I...I fulfilled my contractual obligation...I’m still here...I’m still your champion...and you...are still walking. Nah, nah, nah fookin’ LEAVE HIM!
(Referees have run down trying to get Everett’s arms untangled from the ropes as he hangs his head in shame.)
Mack McKane: Look at me...you FUCKIN’ LOOK AT ME YOU TWAT!!!
(Everett raises his sunken eyed, watery expression towards Mack.)
Mack McKane: There are millions of people at home right now...raging that I didn’t hurt you worse. But the FCC won’t let me be or let me be me so let me see…
(That gets an immense pop from the crowd.)
JR Freeman: Huh! Mack’s got bars!
Alfonso Banks: ...oof.
Mack McKane: See I agreed to this match? To bait you in...and then I beat you without destroying you because what I WANT to do to you? Well...I’m gonna need you in one piece for. But for now...I’m giving you to my beloved Mattie for Christmas! Your fate is HERS to decide...but dear me, I didn’t WRAP it!
(Mack snaps his fingers and we hear the quick footsteps of cloaked men carrying a black treasure chest as Mack leans in to Everett’s face as close as he can get.)
Mack McKane: D’you wanna know...the first thing that got me noticed?
(Everett suddenly realizes and he starts shaking his head violently as the tears fly from his eyes as Mack whispers in his face.)
Mack McKane: ...The Boo Box.
(Mattie almost claps her hands excitedly as Mack pops Everett in the temple to knock him out momentarily as two of the cloaks unwind his arms and carry him to the other four who have opened the trunk as they stop and set Everett upright as Mack grabs him and holds him in place as he comes two.)
Mack McKane: Oh hey real quick? Just one more thing.
(Mack turns Everett quickly just in time for Mattie to side kick him square back into the box as he crumples in and the lid slams shut! Mack takes Mattie in his arms as she has the PWS World Championship draped over her shoulder flowing down to her knees. They begin to make their way backstage as the cloaks carry the thumping box as one of the cloaks walking besides the box has produced a tupperware container full of live scorpions as we go to commentary.)
JR Freeman: Folks there you have it, it looks like revenge is a dish best served any way Mattie Cormier wants it now and Mack McKane is STILL your PWS World Heavyweight Champion in a match where...I’ll admit, even I thought I was gonna be sick! YOU got sick! Half the MATCH got sick!
Alfonso Banks: Bro I am straight up not having a good time.
JR Freeman: Well you don’t have to worry about it any longer partner! That’s all she wrote! The Year ends for Mack McKane the way it began...Undefeated! What will become of Everett Jacobs? WHO is next to step to our champions!? WHAT does the New Year hold for us!? You can be sure we’ll be RIGHT HERE to give you ANOTHER year of psychos and sadism!
Alfonso Banks: ...Gee….Great.
JR Freeman: Have a good night everybody and from our family to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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