Post by Josiah Cena on Feb 10, 2021 0:50:00 GMT -5
Tuesday, February 9
LIVE from PWS Arena
New York, NY
(The cameras flicker to life in the back of the arena. All seems calm until the doors burst open and the Tag Team Champions, Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze, walk through with an insane amount of confidence on their faces. They were surrounded by 6 police officers, as a protective detail. Both are wearing the new “Vixens of Pain” t shirts, and the tag belts securely around their waists. After entering, the duo are followed in by a host of police officers, as they both smirk. They start to head into the building, when they stop, as the camera turns as we see Daniel and Audrey Russow walk up to the group.)
Audrey Russow: Look who finally decided to show up…
(As they start to walk up, two of the police officers with Alexis and Heather stop them from getting too close. Audrey and Dan look confused as Heather and Alexis both pull out some papers and hold them up.)
Heather Haze: You should probably stay back…
Alexis Makarios: Unless you want to spend some time behind bars… that is…
(Alexis and Heather both smirk and let out a cocky chuckle.)
Daniel Russow: What the hell are you on about?
(Alexis grins as she hands the paper in her hand to one of the cops, who hands it to Dan.)
Alexis Makarios: See, those are restraining orders against the two of you… and every single person associated with the Russow Clan.
Heather Haze: So for the entire night… you guys cannot come within 50 feet of us without getting arrested.
Audrey Russow: What a crock of shit…
Heather Haze: Oh, it isn’t to protect US…
Alexis Makarios: It’s to protect YOU. I mean… We all know how bad my anger can get. I would hate to see aaaaaaaanything get in the way of our match this weekend.
Heather Haze: So, basically, you’re welcome.
(Alexis and Heather look at each other with smug grins on their faces.)
Audrey Russow: You both DO realize that pulling this shit is just going to make the ass kicking we give you at Demon’s Run that much more brutal? Alexis, you MUST have a death wish, and I’m going to kick your head in so far you’ll go back to straight speaking Australian. You two little pieces of soul-crushing, insolent, vainglorious, whorebag slu-
(Daniel stops his wife.)
Daniel Russow: Look, I know you want to rip their heads off, but let’s walk away and let them have their petty little bullshit. We’ll get our chance at the pay-per-view.
(Audrey lets out a frustrated sigh, as she looks at Alexis and Heather.)
Audrey Russow: Fine….
(With that, Audrey turns and storms off, as Dan goes to follow her, but turns back to Alexis and Haze.)
Daniel Russow:...you know you fucked up, right? When I’M the voice of reason...you done fucked up. Hope you two know what you’re getting yourselves into.
(With that, he walks off, leaving Haze and Alexis looking at each other. Alexis’s face turns a bit from smug to a bit worried before the cameras cut to ringside.)
JR Freeman: You’ve got to be kidding me….
Alfonso Banks: What? It makes sense to me.
JR Freeman: Of course it does...how cowardly can our “tag champs” be?
Alfonso Banks: You may call them cowardly, I call them smart and generous. They’re just thinking of what’s best for the company and the pay-per-view.
JR Freeman: No, they’re looking out for themselves. They know Audrey is ready to kick both their heads in.
Alfonso Banks: And that kind of emotional outburst will cost her. She better be thinking straight at Demon’s Run if she doesn’t want to cost her and Dan the match.
JR Freeman:...you’re unbelievable sometimes. But, enough of that, hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to PWS: APEX RIOT. After all that, we’ll send things to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by for our first match, as Mike Hawk takes on Moondust.
(The camera cuts to the ring.)
Mike Hawk vs. Moondust
(From the start of the bell the mind games between Hawk and Moondust begins. Every time Moondust gets close, Mike ducks between the ropes and yells at the referee to get him to back off. This happens a few times and Moondust turns his back for a moment, which gives Hawk enough time to sneak behind him, and hit him with the FYIM for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!!
JR Freeman: WELL!
Alfonso Banks: That was what we call a 3 hit affair. I mean, I think Dust bounced?
JR Freeman: A very small one but yeah it was all it took. Man that was fast, we might have to check the record books on the time.
Winner - Mike Hawk
(We cut backstage where we see Tyson Sykes sitting in a folding chair, attempting to tape up his wrists while also pinning his cell phone to his ear.)
Tyson Sykes: What? Yeah I'm on soon, so tune in Kay. I'm getting ready right now -
(Suddenly, there is a knock on Sykes door. He looks up and tares the tape.)
Tyson Sykes: Hold up girl, someone's at the door.
(He approaches his locker room door and opens it, with nobody there. Sykes looks confused and looks down the hallway, and eventually shrugs and goes back in and picks up his tape again.)
Tyson Sykes: Weird. Nope no idea, nobody was there. Must have been someone at a different locker room, halls echo like crazy. Anyways how's ol' Holmes doin'? You better be treatin' him rig-
(A knock at the door a second time, this time louder. Sykes looks up again, clearly annoyed. He goes to the door and swings it open quickly this time, and still the hallway is empty.)
Tyson Sykes: Mother fuckers...
(This time he slams the door. He grabs his tape once more and tries to get back to getting ready.)
Tyson Sykes: Sorry, not you. Someone knocked again. Some kid trying to be cute or something, no clue. Regardless, you going to be at Demon's Run? You know I got my big title match and it'd be nice to see you ther-
(Suddenly the door is POUNDED on. The thuds are so loud the lockers behind Sykes begin to vibrate. He looks up, irate.)
Tyson Sykes: Kay I gotta go, I'm about to decapitate some dumb mother fucker.
(He hangs up the phone and throws it aside, he takes the tape in his hand and throws it at the door. He grabs the steel chair he was sitting in and folds it up, slamming it close as hard as he can. He then approaches the door quickly.)
Tyson Sykes: ALRIGHT YOU WANNA PLAY GAMES? WELL LET'S PLAY COCK SU-
(He swings open the door and again, there's nobody. However Sykes stops this time, staring at the wall across from his locker room. The camera pans and on the white wall in black spray paint is written in huge, dripping letters "DEMON'S RUN". Sykes stares at it for a moment, a mix of anger, confusion, then almost excitement crossing his face.)
Tyson Sykes: ... I see you. I hear you. Let's play.
(Sykes throws the chair at the wall with the paint and charges down the hallway. The camera pans back to the wall and we cut back to ringside with a final view of the "Demon's Run" covering the wall.)
(The Scene opens up on a beach, we see the ocean waves crashing along the beach, not too hard or not too soft. We also see some surfers out in the ocean as well, getting their laps in and then we see a seagull just looking endlessly into the ocean, thinking thoughts about life or whatever seagulls tend to think about. After a second or two of quietness, we see 3 shadows come in the view from behind the camera. We see Legs of 3 people before the camera gets lifted up, and it’s Jenn, Gracie, and Madison.)
Gracie Lopez: Didn’t think you’d see us on this show did you? I mean we could be in New York right now, but this place seems a bit more… fitting for us.
Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez: We figured why waste our time flying coast to coast in a driving snowstorm New York has... just to sit backstage for 2 hours and do nothing. We have better things to do, and a lot of things to do as well. We’re busy people, we can’t be bothered by doing pointless shit.
Gracie Lopez: I mean with people wearing masks all the time and sickness going around, and half the country still in shut down mode, why waste our time? Yes, we have a private plane, and sure we can go to New York anytime we want, but I’m not going to risk my health or the health of my wife chasing rats in New York all night, both outside and inside, and catch frostbite… fuck that….When you people, the management, decide to give us something to do, we’ll be here, doing other projects that we need to get done.
Madison Carpenter: You guys don’t know, nor do I care. Our time is valuable, we can’t go spending it on wasted trips. But….. you’ll see us soon enough, I promise you that. We’re not done, not by a long shot. But for now, the beach is calling us.
(Madison drops the camera on the sand, and the feed turns to static.)
Jonathan Sanders vs. Travis Ryan
(The match starts out as a good back and forth contest, with Sanders eventually getting the upper-hand after a few quick moves and counters. Ryan manages to make a couple comebacks, but Sanders manages to pretty much stay in control throughout the match.)
JR Freeman: Been some great back and forth action here. Seems like Sanders is working out all the kinks ahead of his Collateral Damage Championship match at Demon’s Run.
Alfonso Banks: He better hope he can get them all worked out, as he’ll have three opponents instead of one at the pay-per-view.
(The match continues with Ryan seeming to take over, but a quick thinking counter from Sanders returns the momentum in his favor. He continues the momentum building to the end, when he nails the Total Eclipse of the Soul and gets the pinfall victory.)
JR Freeman: Well, that was impressive!
Alfonso Banks: It was, but can he turn up the violence when it’s a four courners deathmatch? That is going to be a completely different animal all together.
JR Freeman:I agree. Only time will tell.
Winner - Jonathan Sanders
(As the crowd is going nuts, a video pops up onto the screen as two women appear. One of them looks familiar as the other one isn’t familiar. The raven haired beauty smirks as her hands are crossed in front of her. )
Ella Singleton: Apex Wrestling, your prayers for a good tag team has been answered. Unfortunately, we don’t care about what you assholes want.
(Ella lets out a laugh as Jasmine nods her head. )
Jasmine Philips: The Society has come to Apex to become the best tag team in the company. We will crush everyone underneath our boots. Ella and myself will do whatever it takes to succeed.
Ella Singleton: You are right Jas. The Society isn’t afraid to shut people up. Everybody talks but we end the conversation. See you soon bitches.
(Jasmine and Ella laugh as the video cuts out.)
Tyson Sykes vs. Max Johnson
(The match starts out as a very hard-hitting affair, with both men getting some good shots in. The two slug it out for a bit, with Sykes eventually nailing Johnson with a massive clothesline that knocks the other big man down. From there, Sykes starts to take control. He starts hitting move after move, gaining more and more momentum.)
JR Freeman: Sykes looks like a man possessed. You have to wonder if whatever was going on earlier has gotten to him.
Alfonso Banks: He certainly seems in an angry...or should I say violent mood. Might be good for him heading into that deathmatch at Demon’s Run though.
(Sykes continues the assault, nailing Johnson with the Ripper Lariat, before getting him up and planting him with the Time of Death, getting the pinfall victory.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner by pinfall, Tyson Sykes!
JR Freeman: An impressive showing from the newcomer here tonight, as he looks forward to his first title shot at Demon’s Run.
Alfonso Banks: I know it’s going to be a war, but I’d have to say Phillips, Sanders, and Young should keep an eye on this guy, as he seems to be in a downright mean mood.
Winner - Tyson Sykes
(Once again, PWS: Apex Riot is in full swing, with thousands of viewers tuning in to see the final stop on the road to Demon's Run. Anticipation is running high for an excellent remaining card, particularly the main event pitting Bella Madison against "The Pink Puppy", Dawn Warren, but before the fans can be privy to any more high-octane wrestling action, the broadcast is interrupted by a sudden burst of electronic white noise. Static slowly overtakes the feed, flickering and jump-cutting as the footage corrupts, before cutting to a black screen which displays a chillingly familiar message.)
"THIS WILL BE..."
(There is another flicker and the screen changes again:)
"YOUR FINAL WARNING."
(What follows is a scene rapidly becoming intimately familiar to the PWS fanbase, as we fade in on a single incandescent lightbulb, suspended from a concrete ceiling. Slowly, a hand reaches up from the bottom of the screen to tug the chain and flick the lightbulb on as the camera feed pans down, illuminating the form of "The Lost Cause" Jonathan Sanders seated directly beneath the light on a basic black folding chair. The cynical young man is clad once again in his wrestling attire, with a plain black towel draped across his shoulders and his jet-black hair matted to his forehead. He flashes an unsettling grin into the camera as his eyes lock onto it.)
"Dionysus was a son of Zeus conceived in secret, without the knowledge of Olympus..."
(Now the scene changes again, to depict what appears to be footage from a handheld but high-quality cellphone camera. The videographer holding the camera is sprinting through a dense forest late at night, the entire scene illuminated in the telltale green glow of a night-vision lens, and we can hear them breathing heavily with the exertion of their panicked movement. Slowly the running slows to a walk, and finally the camera comes to a complete stop when it reaches a small clearing in the trees. The operator cautiously turns around to check over their own shoulder, and we can see nothing and nobody behind them but the expanse of forest they've just run through. Off in the distance, to the West, barely visible through the treeline, is a large old-fashioned hospital, which appears from the brickwork to be the same sanitarium that was explored on the last episode of Riot. Having apparently shaken any kind of pursuer, the camera turns back around and begins to walk through the clearing, when we can hear Jonathan Sanders' voice again.)
"When his existence was discovered, the Goddess Hera - enraged by her husband's infidelity - struck Dionysus mad and cursed him to wander the mortal world forever, consumed by his insanity. It is in this that he earned his nickname, 'The Mad God'."
(When the Snake of Eden has finished speaking, the camera has reached the edge of the clearing, pushing through into another dense wooded patch ahead. Moving carefully around the low-hanging branches and general forest floor debris, our stalwart guide spares an occasional glance over their shoulder to ensure they're still alone. Moving generally towards the forest's edge, they are forced to take some detours as they discover paths blocked by fallen trees, or areas of the wood too densely-clustered to move through safely. As the exit of the forest nears, suddenly we hear the sound of twigs snapping from just off-screen to the right of the camera. The videographer freezes in place, inhaling sharply and holding their breath as the lens pans in the direction of the sound. Visible through the trees to the right, indistinct in the darkness of the night, is a huge, hulking figure of a human male. Long, dark hair covers his face as he stalks through the brush, searching beneath canopies and in dense thickets for anywhere our poor avatar may be hiding. The figure moves deliberately, with a surprising furtiveness for his advanced size; baiting his breath, heart pounding audibly as he holds the cellphone close to his chest, our observer watches as the unknown figure draws ever closer to their position. We can hear the person behind the camera trying to breathe as shallowly as possible, stifling a whimper as a branch thrown by the giant whips by the camera with inches to spare. The enormous mutters and whispers indistinctly to himself, humming a broken version of "What Will We Do with a Drunken Sailor" in an eerie melody as he wades through the underbrush seeking out his chosen prey. Steadily, taking great pains to control their quivering legs and keep a calm and reasonable gait, the cameraperson begins to move again. Little by little, inching incrementally forward as not to alert their dread pursuer, they slowly make their way towards the break in the treeline some yards in the distance.)
"In Phrygia, Dionysus met the Goddess Cybele, who cured the Mad God of his madness and revealed his true nature to him. Viewed by the others as an 'Outsider-God' as a result of his mortal birth, Dionysus set upon a quest to prove his divinity to the deities of Mount Olympus..."
(We seem to be making progress now, pushing through the trees into another, smaller clearing where the sounds of traffic can be heard. Whirling about to find the direction of the sound, our videographer spots the highway at the forest's edge not far from their current position. Abandoning caution in favour of a swift escape, they begin to job briskly forward, suddenly freezing in place when a fallen branch gives way beneath their feet, the sudden "crack!" echoing through the empty air. Tensing up again, they turn back in the direction they'd just come from and wait a moment, watching for any movement. As we begin to breathe a collective sigh of relief, suddenly more snapping can be heard as footsteps sprint in the direction of the camera from deeper into the forest. The same mammoth man from earlier can be seen barely beyond the entrance to the clearing, and letting out a fearful gasp our cameraman turns once again and bolts towards the nearby roadway. The sound of cars is closer now, the highway coming into view clearly as our guide makes a mad dash towards freedom. Faster now, with their titanic pursuer's footsteps drawing ever closer at their heels, our brave audience surrogate rushes to reach the relative safety of the busy street. The cars begin to come more clearly into view, it seems like we might actually make it...until a sudden scream rings out and the camera flies through the air, clattering to the ground. Scrambling forward on hands and knees to retrieve it, our hero turns in time to see the mountainous frame of their unknown assailant descending on them, eliciting a scream of abject terror as the feed abruptly ends.)
"And to punish every mortal soul who'd wronged him with a violent, brutal vengeance."
(We hold on the blackness for a long moment before the feed gradually returns to the barren, gloomy room in which the Lost Cause is sat. His eyes are wide as he looks into the camera again, though this time instead of fear, they seem to bear a sick anticipation.)
"Dionysus is coming..."
(As if on cue, Sanders lunges forward again, seizing the camera with both hands as he flashes a steely, wicked grin.)
"RUN!"
(Tossing the camera to the ground one final time, the footage explodes back into static, but holds on the blackness just a moment longer than before, allowing us to hear the same eerie voice humming "What Do We Do with a Drunken Sailor" yet again before we fade.)
(The cameras pan around the arena, catching cheers from the socially distanced crowd, as “M.I.A” by Lex Bratcher feat. Crypt starts to play from the speakers, as Collateral Damage champion Cleo Phillips appears onstage posing with the championship, followed as always by her partner-in-crime Big Mo’. They ignore the jeers from the fans as they make their way down to the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Well, it looks like our Collateral Damage champion is gracing us with her presence.
JR Freeman: I’m guessing this is in response to the major announcement about her match at Demon’s Run.
(In the ring, Cleo takes a microphone, and after the crowd quiets down enough, she begins to speak.)
Cleo Phillips: So, the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for. After I won this championship, I proudly said I was ready for any challenge, and dared anyone to take it from me. Josiah Cena must have been listening, because he gave me just that, a challenge, against not one, not two but THREE of the fastest rising stars in PWS: Apex. I guess now that I’m an actual champion, they need to find their next fast rising star. I’m not rising anymore, this belt means I made it, it means that I am the star, and the three boys I’m up against are just vying to be the next.
Big Mo’: I guess that makes you the gatekeeper now. The star they let the new guys try their luck against after they get a few wins under their belt.
Cleo Phillips: Well, I beat Shawn Young already but I see where you’re going with that. Actually, I’d like all three of my opponents to come out here, I’d like to talk to them face to face. I’d like to look them in the eye and let them know how I feel. So, if it pleases you gentlemen, could you come out here please?
JR Freeman: What’s this about I wonder?
Alfonso Banks” Do you listen at all? She wants to look her opponent in the eyes before the big match, like a real champion.
(“Trials” by STARSET plays over the PA system, as three little people dressed up as Sanders, Young and Sykes respectively come walking out on stage and down to the ramp, mocking the mannerisms of their larger doppelganger.)
JR Freeman: Oh c’mon, seriously?
Alfonso Banks: HA! I love it JR. This is classic stuff right here.
JR Freeman: Yeah, the champs a regular Gene Wilder.
(Cleo and Big Mo’ cackle like they’re a pack of hyenas in a Disney movie as the little people enter the ring.)
Cleo Phillips: Thank you for coming out here boys, I do appreciate it. Each of you have impressed in your short times here at PWS:Apex. Enough to earn yourselves a championship match, almost right out the gate. I have some questions on why Shawn Young gets a title shot after I beat him, but I’m not complaining about it or anything.
(Mini-Shawn, mic in hand lowers his shades slightly as he steps forward to speak)
Mini-Shawn: You got me once, but it won’t happen again. The Young Hit Wonder will beat some respect into you and take that championship away.
Cleo Phillips: I like the confidence, I’m not sure it’s going to be enough. It wasn’t last time but hey, never give up on the dream there kid.
(Suddenly, Mini-Sykes snatches the mic from Mini-Shawn, and pushes him aside. Mini-Sanders broods in an over-dramatic fashion, watching from one of the corners.)
Mini-Sykes: With all due respect Shawn Young, you couldn’t get the job done when the title wasn’t on the line, your chances are even slimmer when the stakes are raised. Now, you listen to me champ. Remember how Tayler Parks made you submit? That’s because she’s a trained fighter like myself. You got lucky that match was three falls, and you know it. This time is different however. If you tap out this time, it’s all over and there will be no extra falls to save you. I am going to make you TAP OUT just like Tayler did.
Cleo Phillips: Again, Tayler and I were in a MARATHON. So that’s what I came prepared for. I know this time is different, there is no marathon. But I’m still preparing for the race, and I can assure you this is one I will win.
(Mini-Sanders grunts in the corner, catching the attention of everyone else in the ring, somehow he got his own mic while everyone else was talking.)
Mini-Sanders: I’m tired of listening to all of you. None of you have dealt with the horrors I’ve been forced to face. Even you champ. While you’ve seen many horrors of this world, none of it compares to mine. You’ve been to prison. My mind IS a prison that I am confined to day and night, twenty-four seven. The Demons are my friends, and the pay per view is Demons Run. My friends and I are going to run all over each and every one of you. Champ, you about to find out how much darker the world gets than the one you know.
Cleo Phillips: And here we have the weird kid who always ate lunch alone. The one that made the entire school worried for their personal safety. All because he missed a few hugs growing up.
Mini-Sanders: THIS WILL BE YOUR FINAL WARNING. THERE IS A PALE RIDER AND HIS NAME IS DEATH. HE AND HIS DEMONS ARE COMING FOR…
(Mini-Sykes suddenly interrupts.)
Mini-Sykes: Would you shut the hell up? Nobody wants to hear your crazy ramblings, you’re not edgy or cool. You’re just a sad little boy that wasn’t loved enough.
(Mini-Sanders and Mini-Sykes start to get in a shoving contest, soon joined by Mini-Shawn and all three start fighting each other around the ring, as Cleo and Big Mo’ with laughter, eventually Cleo speaks up again.)
Cleo Phillips: BOYS!!!
(The three stop fighting, and all turn to face Cleo and Big Mo’)
Cleo Phillips: Take it easy! Let’s save it for Demon’s Run yeah?
(The three nod in agreement, but it’s only for a moment before Big Mo’ strikes lifting Mini-Shawn into the air and tossing him out the ring. Mini-Sykes and Mini-Sanders charge at Cleo, but she takes them both down with a double clothesline. Then irish whips each of them into a boot from Big Mo’. Mini-Shawn made his way back to to a turnbuckle and comes flying off, only to get caught by Big Mo’. He gets tosses over to Cleo who hits her Set It Off finisher, before her and Big Mo’ kick all three of the little fighters out of the ring, she take the mic once more and gets the camera to focus on her face, now filled with intensity.)
Cleo Phillips: Obviously I was just making jokes, and having fun here. But understand this, come Demons Run, the fun and games are over. When the three of you step into that ring, you’re stepping in there with the baddest bitch to ever walk the streets of The Bronx. I’ve been in some wild gang fights and prison brawls before so I know I can handle the heat. Can any of you say the same? Perhaps Sanders has a case, but Sykes and Young? You two are too soft for what’s about to happen. Neither of you know about real violence like someone such as myself or Sanders would. The problem with Sanders however is his mind, the guy might actually be crazy and those people never make the proper decisions. You all should know by now I’m no ordinary bitch, and you all better come prepared because you’re going to see how I, SET IT OFF.
(Cleo drops the mic, and exits backstage with Big Mo’ to her theme song.)
PWS: APEX Demon’s Run
Tuesday, February 23rd 2021
PWS Arena, New York, NY
Match Card
PWS: APEX World Championship
Triple Threat
Mack McKane (c) vs. Malachi vs. Sierra Williams
PWS: APEX United Championship
Jack Russow (c) vs. Nick Madison
Street Fight
Gracie Lopez vs. Bella Madison
PWS: APEX Tag Team Championships
Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze (c) vs. Daniel and Audrey Russow
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Four Corners Deathmatch
Cleo Phillips (c) vs. Tyson Sykes vs. Jonathan Sanders vs. Shawn Young
Pre-Show Match
The Society vs Skip and MUD
Roleplay Deadline will be Sunday, February 21 11:59pm est
1 rp each, 300 word maximum, 5000 word maximum
Triple Threat
Mack McKane (c) vs. Malachi vs. Sierra Williams
PWS: APEX United Championship
Jack Russow (c) vs. Nick Madison
Street Fight
Gracie Lopez vs. Bella Madison
PWS: APEX Tag Team Championships
Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze (c) vs. Daniel and Audrey Russow
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Four Corners Deathmatch
Cleo Phillips (c) vs. Tyson Sykes vs. Jonathan Sanders vs. Shawn Young
Pre-Show Match
The Society vs Skip and MUD
Roleplay Deadline will be Sunday, February 21 11:59pm est
1 rp each, 300 word maximum, 5000 word maximum
Lachlan Kane vs. Chris Blade
(The match starts off with Lachlan and Chris Blade staring at each other across the ring. Blade points and laughs at Lachlan, who raises an eyebrow before popping him right in the nose! Blade drops to the mat and Lachlan goes for a pin.)
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
(Blade kicked out at a 2 count and attempted to fight back with Lachlan. The two fight back and forth for roughly 5 minutes. Blade attempts a roll up!)
1… KICKOUT!!
(Lachlan kicks out right before the 2 count. Lachlan laughs at Blade’s attempt before grabbing him and delivering a beautiful “Dying Breed”. Once he hits the mat and the fans erupt in a cheer, he looks around with a grin on his face. At this point he climbs the top rope and jumps, connecting on the semi-conscious body of Blade with a “Lach-Down”)
Alfonso: OMG A DYING BREED FOLLOWED BY A LACH-DOWN!
JR: STICK A FORK IN HIM, CUZ HE’S DONE!!!
(Lachlan drops for a pin)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner by pinfall, Lachlan Kane!
JR Freeman: A great showing by Lachlan here tonight, though...well I mean, at least Blade gave it his best effort.
Alfonso Banks: I guess you can’t blame the guy for trying. Just didn’t work out for him like usual.
Winner - Lachlan Kane
(The cameras cut backstage, as we see Nick Madison looking at his phone, as he’s Facetiming Jack Russow. We can hear Jack complaining as the camera gets close.)
Jack Russow: I don’t care what they say! I should be there! I’m the United Champion! And you and I gotta have like a face-to-face showdown for our match at the pay-per-view. It’s tradition!
Nick Madison: The docs said you need your rest...and Ambika, Laura, and Alanah all agree. Not to mention, I want to make sure you’re at one hundred percent at Demon’s Run. Can’t have you having any excuses when I beat you.
Jack Russow: IF you beat me...which you ain’t gonna.
Nick Madison: Keep telling yourself that, kid.
Jack Russow: Don’t you have a wife to tend to? Or a two year old to go chase?
Nick Madison: What’s wrong? Am I getting on your nerves?
Jack Russow: No…
(We see Jack stand up, as off camera we hear the voice of Slappy McGoo.)
Slappy McGoo: Where ya think yer’ goin?
Jack Russow: I gotta take a shit!
Slappy McGoo: Language!
Nick Madison:....aaaand everyone at home now knows you need to go to the bathroom.
Jack Russow:....sonuva-
Slappy McGoo: Don’t...you...dare!
Jack Russow:....hateyou! HateBOTHofyas!
(With that, Jack ends the facetime call, as Nick can’t help but laugh and shake his head. We go back to JR and Alf at ringside.)
JR Freeman: I...well that was...interesting.
Alfonso Banks: Nice to see Jack following doctor’s orders and staying home this week.
JR Freeman: I’m not so sure it was the doctors as much as it was Alanah and Ambika and Laura. Would YOU want to piss those three women off by not listening to them?
Alfonso Banks: True true.
Sierra Williams vs. Stacy O’Brien
(The match starts out with Stacy trying to get some offense in, but Sierra is in control of the match right from the start. Every time Stacy tries to try and get some momentum, Sierra blocks it and continues the attack.)
JR Freeman: A dominating performance from Sierra Williams so far. You can tell she’s ready for Demon’s Run.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe, but Stacy O’Brien is a far cry from Malachi and Mack McKane.
(The match continues with Sierra simply dominating, as she hits move after move. She looks strong as hell in her performance. She finishes the match off when she gets Stacy to tap out to the Sharpshooter.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner by submission, Sierra Williams!
JR Freeman: A completely dominant performance from Sierra Williams here tonight. If she can manage to give that type of a performance at Demon’s Run, we very well could be looking at a new World Champion.
Alfonso Banks: Not if Mack or Malachi have anything to say about it. She’ll have her work cut out for her, but I agree, she did look great tonight.
Winner - Sierra Williams
*camera scratch*
(We’re in what appears to be a locked down, dock-side warehouse as we see Mack quickly jimmy the lock open as the slither inside.)
-Camera One: Avocado!-
(We see Mack swipe into the frame and scoop up an avocado.)
Mack McKane: The overgrown booger that could! I adore my Mattie...but if she tries...ONE MORE TIME...to force “avocado toast” on me I’m going to break my own neck!
...but’chu NEED ‘em.
(Mack starts juggling the avocados until they all crash and he’s looking at one.)
Mack McKane: You look at the nutrition facts on this one? Beauties all the way down. Not to imply against a lady but if anybody is 7% body fat with 2% sugar I would STRONGLY...IMPLY...that PERHAPS...we’re talkin’ o’ Sierra, innit? C’mon. But she’s healthy! She’s HEALTHY for this company and this division. And who’s the strength of the PWS: Apex men’s division? C’MON NOW!
(Mack suddenly stabs his hand into a bucket of kidney beans and showers them down slowly into the bucket.)
Mack McKane: WHO’S GOT THE BEANS TO TAKE WHAT I’VE BUILT! Eh, Malachi? How many times do I have to teach you this LESSON, man! Coincidentally ya both wrap up this lil’ anecdote perfectly!
(Mack stands besides a sorter looking at the camera…)
Mack McKane: Malachi may have the beans…
(He pours the beans onto the sorter as we suddenly swap over to Mack watching avocados being peeled and cored.)
Mack McKane: Sierra Williams may have EVERY physical gift I don’t have. But at the end of this match...you two are going to find yourselves after every time you face me. You’re gonna take the loser’s purse...you’re gonna get the “better luck next time” and you’re gonna be chucked outta my division like the stinkin’ little cabbage smellin’ carnies ya are! I SEEN your type and you are NOT registered for certain! C’mere, you need a wider smile!
*Ahem*
Mack McKane: Look issall good and fun, innit? But I can’t stand before God and Cthulu and tell you I’m anywhere ready to lose this title. Corona tried to infect me, got halfway in me veins and ran into me Guinness and Jameson gang and they did NOT have the proper paperwork. But never you worry child...see, Heaven’s got a plan for you…
(We see Mack walking down the middle of a neighborhood road with the farm in the background as one of the cars pulls up to see a disheveled, wild looking Mack McKane.)
Driver: S’okay Mack, let’s go! He wants to see ya.
Mack McKane: ...he?
Driver: ...she?
Mack McKane: ....I’m gonna ask you this...one time. WHAT sound do you make when you run into a wall?
Driver: ...Smash?
Mack McKane: ...yer full o’ shite, keep drivin’.
Driver: You WILL have this conversation one day, Mr McKane.
Mack McKane: Not with you, mouth bleeder.
(Everyone clears out from the warehouse except for Mack staring at a bowl and the very ingredients he said now being smashed violently together: until he stops and holds it up.)
Mack McKane: I get it, kid…
Mattie Cormier: I DON’T!
Mack McKane: We’ve been separated...each of us brings something different and Krash is trying to say he’s open to meeting everyone ‘cause when bad comes to worse and we’re all crammed together we’re a pretty kick-ass guacamole.
Mattie Cormier: ...I almost hate how easy that was for you to put together.
Mack McKane: I’ll talk to him soon. I’ll talk to them ALL soon just...not right now.
*Static Back To Arena*E LEVI
(The camera picks up at the parking lot where we find a livid Heather Haze screaming at the top of her lungs over her wrecked black Lexus RC F that was vandalized beyond any repair. The car was left with visible dent marks along with colorful graffitis spray painted all over. The windshield of the car and headlights were all smashed in while the rubber tires were viciously slashed in four different places.)
(Heather is on the verge of crying when the tow truck slowly starts to haul it away, taking it to the nearest impound while Alexis stands nearby, scolding and berating the two parking attendants along with a couple of security staff over their incompetence for allowing the property damage to take place on their watch.)
Heather Haze: This has Russow written all over it! I just damn know it! I’m gonna kill them!! They will payyy for this!!
(Heather says with every spite and venom filled words as she shakes her fist and grits her teeth. The camera then pans across the parking lot, as we see Daniel and Audrey Russow walking out to their car with their bags. Heather and Alexis see them and shout at them.)
Heather Haze: YOU TWO! YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!
(Daniel and Audrey look at Haze and Alexis, then at the car, then at each other.)
Daniel Russow: It’s a real shame that happened to your vehicle...hopefully you got the insurance.
Audrey Russow: Guess that kinda thing happens when you’re both raging cunts.
Heather Haze: I’m gonna kill her….I’m gonna do it.
Audrey Russow: Nah uh uh...fifty feet, remember? Plus, we didn’t have anything to do with that. We’re leaving to get back to our daughter.
(Audrey gives a playful little smirk as her and Dan put their bags into their car.)
Daniel Russow: See you two at Demon’s Run.
(The Russows get into their car and drive off, as the camera zooms in, and we can see a middle finger sticking out the passenger window as Audrey Russow flips off their opponents for Demon’s Run. The camera pans back to Heather and Alexis.)
Alexis Makarios: RUSSOWS ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST! I HATE EVERYTHING RUSSOW!!!
Heather Haze: I hate those attention whores SO MUCH!! I swear to god...
(Alexis and Heather cross their arms and let out a frustrated scream as the cameras cut back to ringside to JR, who can’t hold in his laughter, and Alfonso.)
Alfonso Banks: What is so funny?
JR Freeman: Just the fact that the tag champs seem to be having a rough night.
Alfonso Banks: Of course you’d think what the Russows did was funny.
JR Freeman: Didn’t you hear Dan and Audrey? They didn’t have anything to do with it.
Alfonso Banks: Then who do you suppose did it then?
JR Freeman: I don’t know...but they HAVE pissed off every other member of the roster so….take your pick.
Alfonso Banks: It’s not right!
JR Freeman: Oh, you mean like how Alexis and Haze played dumb when Alanah O’Connell got taken out?
Alfonso Banks: They weren’t playing!
JR Freeman: You heard it here first, folks. Alfonso thinks our tag champs ARE dumb.
Alfonso Banks: What!? NO! You twisted-
JR Freeman: Settle down, partner. We have a main event to get ready for!
Main Event
Bella Madison vs. Dawn Warren
(The camera cuts to the ring, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is our main event of the evening, and is scheduled for one fall!
(“Ain’t it Fun” by Paramore starts to blare over the sound system, as Dawn Warren walks out onto the stage, smirking.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from Long Island, New York, Dawn Warren!
(Dawn makes her way down the ramp, waving to the fans before sliding into the ring. She goes over and climbs the turnbuckle to pose for the fans before hopping down and waiting for her opponent.)
Meg Reynolds: And introducing her opponent…
(The arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.)
“I told you once
I told you twice
I can't be tricked
Can't be hypnotized
You tell me I'm pretty when
I'm sitting here in silence”
(The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up.)
Meg Reynolds: Now making her way to the ring, from New York, New York, Bella Madison!
(Bella starts making her way to the ring.)
“Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me
You got the picture painted all wrong
No, I won't be your masterpiece
Don't feed me lies
I'll chew them up and spit em out
Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me”
(Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.)
JR Freeman: This one should be good, folks. These two are pretty good friends, so you know they have to know each other pretty well. I’m looking forward to a good back and forth contest.
Alfonso Banks: I’m interested to see how Dawn handles the pressure of being in such a big match, as she really hasn’t been in such a spotlight here so far. This would be a great time to make an impact, but a horrible time to choke.
JR Freeman: I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
(The ref calls for the bell, and we start the match.)
*DING DING*
(The two quickly shake hands before starting to circle the ring, arms in the air. They lock hands in a test of strength, where Dawn takes advantage, causing Bella to fall to a knee while fighting back. Bella fights back to her feet and tries to get Dawn to release her hands, but Dawn has a strong grip and won’t let go. Bella twists, taking Dawn’s arms with her so that they are back to back. This puts tension on Dawn’s arms, causing her to release the grip. Bella quickly grabs Dawn’s arms while they are back to back and pulls her forward, flipping her over her own back, until Dawn’s shoulders are on the mat!)
1…
KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: A quick kick out there by Dawn.
Alfonso Banks: Good to see she didn’t get caught up in the moment.
(Dawn kicked out relatively quickly. Both ladies hop to their feet, Dawn kind of leans back in the corner, a little surprised at what just happened. Bella runs at her but just before she gets to her, Dawn jumps up and catches her mid air with a forearm smash right to the face! Dawn then grabs Bella’s arm and whips her into the ropes. Bella bounces off and comes back, Dawn goes for a flying clothesline, but Bella ducks. She bounces off the ropes on the other side and sees a prepared Dawn bent over waiting. She stops and kicks her square in the face. Bella then grabs Dawn and DDTs her to the mat, going for a quick pin.)
1…
KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: Going to have to do more than that to end this one.
Alfonso Banks: I do appreciate her commitment though, not letting up on the offense.
(Dawn once more kicked out at a 1 count. This is when it’s almost like a fire gets lit under Dawn, as she turns up the pace. She gets to her feet, and starts fighting back against Bella. She lands some good right hand shots, before sending Bella to the ropes, as Bella comes back, and Dawn delivers a dropkick that knocks Bella to the mat. Dawn gets up and delivers a leg drop, before getting Bella back up and delivering an arm drag. Bella gets back to her feet, but Dawn delivers another quick arm drag. Bella gets back up again, but yet again, Dawn drops her with another arm drag.)
JR Freeman: Dawn starting to get some momentum here.
Alfonso Banks: We’ll see if she can keep it up.
(Dawn sends Bella to the ropes, and when Bella comes back, Dawn sends her flying in the air with a body drop as Bella soars through the air, landing hard on the mat. Dawn goes for a cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Oh wow, a near fall there for Dawn Warren.
Alfonso Banks: She needs to keep the offense going though, don’t let up!
(Dawn gets Bella back to her feet and into position for the Dawson City Drop, but she hesitates for a split-second, and that gives Bella the opening to spin out of it, as she hits Dawn with the Whiplash!)
JR Freeman: Whiplash! That momentary hesitation by Dawn cost her! Bella usually follows this up with the Ashes to Ashes DDT.
Alfonso Banks: Dawn took her eye off the ball for a second, and she’s about to pay for it.
(Instead of getting Dawn back to her feet, Bella goes over to the turnbuckle and climbs up. She leaps off, nailing a Phoenix Splash to Dawn.)
JR Freeman: Oooo Second Gen! Tribute to her mother, Laura Phoenix!
(Bella gets into position and hooks the leg.)
1…
2…
3!!!
JR Freeman: And there we have it! Bella Madison gets the win. A great match, though.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but I guess the pressures of being in the main event were just too much for Dawn. Hopefully she doesn’t let this loss get to her too much.
Winner - Bella Madison
(Bella gets Dawn to her feet, as the two embrace each other. They share a few words, before breaking the hug, as Bella rolls out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Dawn appears pretty emotional right now. She almost had this match won, so it must be a tough loss for her.
Alfonso Banks: Just goes to show how one tiny hesitation or mistake can change everything.
(Bella is making her way up the ramp, as Dawn is left looking defeated in the ring. She gives a wave to the crowd, but then...she’s attacked...from behind...by a lead pipe….
...wielded by Gracie Lopez!)
JR Freeman: What the hell!? Gracie Lopez!? I thought she was in LA!
Alfonso Banks: I thought so too!
(Bella turns around as Jennifer and Madison Carpenter get in between her and the ring, at the bottom of the ramp, as they start shouting at her, as Gracie starts to beat Dawn mercilessly with the lead pipe. Bella is SCREAMING at the top of her lungs for Gracie to stop, but Gracie has a smirk on her face as she continues the assault. At the bottom of the ramp, Jenn and Madison are yelling at Bella.)
Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez: You did this! This is on you!
Madison Carpenter: Her blood is on YOUR hands!
Bella Madison: I’m going to KILL you all!
Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez: Do it!
Madison Carpenter: Yeah! You know you wanna!
(Suddenly, Malachi comes sprinting out from the back down to Bella, as he starts holding her back.)
Malachi: That’s what they want. You can’t afford to lay a hand on them.
Bella Madison: I can’t just stand here!
(In the ring, Jenn and Madison have slid in two steel chairs to Gracie, who sets one on the mat, and moves a lifeless Dawn’s head onto it. She picks up the other chair and points at Bella.)
Gracie Lopez: This is YOUR fault!
JR Freeman: No! Gacie! Don’t do this!
Alfonso Banks: You’ve done enough! Message sent! Don’t do it!
(We see Laura Phoenix, Ambika Renton, and Josiah Cena all rush out onto the stage, as they bring a host of security with them, who start to rush the ring, but not before Gracie manages to smash the chair into Dawn’s skull against the other steel chair, sending a violent sound throughout the arena.)
JR Freeman: DAMNIT! We need help out here!
Alfonso Banks: Dawn’s hurt, JR. She’s hurt really bad!
JR Freeman: DAMN the bloody Lopezs! Dawn did NOTHING to deserve that! She was innocent in all this, and they showed the true scum of the earth that they are by this. I hope Bella absolutely obliterates Gracie at Demon’s Run!
Alfonso Banks: JR! We’re supposed to be unbiased!
JR Freeman: FUCK being unbiased! This is bullshit! We need to get the damn paramedics out here for Dawn. Thank God security finally got Gracie away from her.
(The paramedics rush into the ring to check on Dawn, as Gracie is escorted out of the ring by security. The final shot of the show is Gracie and Bella face to face, a few feet away from each other, as both have looks that could absolutely KILL, before the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen.)
JR Freeman: Folks, we’re out of time. Join us on February 23rd, where hopefully damn Gracie Lopez will get what’s coming to her!
(The show goes off the air with Gracie and Bella screaming at each other.)
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