Post by Josiah Cena on Feb 27, 2021 4:51:14 GMT -5
PWS: APEX presents Demon’s Run
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
PWS Arena - New York, Ny
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
PWS Arena - New York, Ny
(The show comes on the air, as we hear the sounds of “Raise Hell” by Dorothy blaring over the sound system, as the cameras pan across the audience, as we’re greeted by the voices of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Hello! And welcome to PWS: APEX Demon’s Run!
Alfonso Banks: Tonight is going to be great! So many great matches!
JR Freeman: Indeed, Alf! It really is a stacked show! You can tell we really are on the road to Destiny now, as everyone is picking up the business.
Alfonso Banks: We’d like to thank Tayna Reihl and all of our pre-show panel for some great insights on tonight’s matches. We also saw an impressive performance from our new tag team here in PWS: APEX, the Society.
JR Freeman: It was a great pre-show, but now it’s time for the main show. We have so many great matches for you tonight...as quite honestly every match on this card could be the main event of any show. Our first match is sure to be a brutal affair, as Cleo Phillips is defending her Collateral Damage Championship against Tyson Sykes, Jonathan Sanders, and Shawn Young!
Alfonso Banks: Let the violence begin!
JR Freeman: Well said, Alf!
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Four Corners Deathmatch
Cleo Phillips (c) vs. Tyson Sykes vs. Jonathan Sanders vs. Shawn Young
Meg Reynolds: The following match is the four corners deathmatch for the Collateral Damage Championship….
(Song 2 by Blur plays over the sound system as Shawn 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: Introducing First….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)
("Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts (a la classic CM Punk), a black t-shirt (usually his own merch or a band shirt) and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there he'll peel off the shirt, discard it haphazardly, then make his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven as he awaits his opponent, grinning his sardonic grin all the while. If entering second, he'll still do this, glaring defiantly as if daring them to make the first move.)
Meg Reynolds: Next, standing 6’1 and weighing 185 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario Canada….”The lost cause” Jonathan Sanders!
'A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride'
(Leo's metal Cover of Tom Sawyer hits and Tyson Sykes busts through the curtain. Usually sporting a backwards hat and a cutoff graphic tee slightly too big for him that hangs slightly over his wrestling trunks, he surveys the crowd for a moment before speed-walking an intense lap around the ring. He then jumps onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope, and it's anybodies guess whether you'll get some air guitar to Tom Sawyer, two raised arms, or two raised middle fingers, depending on "The Ripper's" mood that day. He then leaps the rest of the way over the top rope and circles the inside of the ring, jaw jacking with the fans)
Meg Reynolds: Coming to the ring, from Gorham New Hampshire, standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235 pounds THE RIPPPPPER Tyson Sykes…
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: Annnnd finally, from The Bronx New York, standing 5’4 and weighing in at 145 pounds...she is the PWS Apex Collateral Damage Champion….THE BODY SNATCHER CLEO PHILLLLLIPS
DING DING DING!!!!
(The bell rings as all four competitors eye each other down. Jonathan Sanders seems to be talking to himself in his corner, Shawn Youngs eyes are darting back and forth as Cleo rolls her wrists and bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. Then it happens, an explosion as Tyson Sykes darts across the ring punching Shawn Young in the side of the head with such force Shawn crumbles to the mat and rolls out of the ring, Tyson then jumps out to go after him as Sanders and Cleo lock eyes. Sanders then runs forward and swings a lariat, Cleo ducks under it and then slams her hand up and across Sanders face with a palm strike, Sanders stumbles back into the ropes, stunned by the hard strike. Cleo then lays in a hard roundhouse kick to his chest, meanwhile outside the ring Sykes is doing the same to Young hitting stiff kicks to his chest. Young sits down with his back against the barricade as Sanders falls from the ring after eating a dropkick from Cleo. Sykes pulls Sanders up and hits a few muay thai styled knees from the clinch, Sanders blocks one and shoves Sykes back, he then runs forward and jumps off the steps landing on Tyson and spinning with a DDT outside the ring.)
JR Freeman: This match is off to a fast start!
Alfonso Banks: Bodies are flying everywhere, we’ve had stiff strikes and fast moves
JR Freeman: But no weapons yet, kind of disappointed...oh wait...Cleo is fixing that.
(And just like that as Sykes and Sanders battle on the outside and while Young is pulling himself up after being blindsided to start the match Cleo Phillips is grabbing toys. She pulls out a steel chair and blasts Sanders in the back with it and then dents it over Tysons head. She throws the chair down and moves around to grab a broom handle, she then snaps it over the back of Sanders head. Meanwhile Shawn Young has grabbed a trashcan, he has climbed to the top rope and looks down at Cleo, he tosses the can down and Cleo catches it, Shawn then leaps off and kicks the trachcan against Cleos head while landing back first onto Tyson who was able to break his fall at the expense of his own ribs. Young pops up and runs across the ringside area before jumping over the steps and spearing Sanders into the barricade!.)
JR Freeman: Shawn Young has taken offense to how he was treated to start this match
Alfonso Banks: The kid has guts I’ll give him that. He’s capable of some seriously death defying moves
JR Freeman: And in a deathmatch that is rather important….
(Cleo seems to lose her cool as she grabs the same trashcan Shawn threw at her and she tosses it right at Shawn who ducks down, the can sails over his head and instead collides with Sanders who goes down but, seems to be enjoying himself as he starts to laugh. Tyson Sykes starts to pull himself up, Young jumps from the ring steps to the apron and then backflips off with a moonsault but Sykes is able to catch him, Sykes then turns and throws Young at Cleo, Young changes position in mid air and SPEARS Cleo!. Young gets to his feet but gets annihilated by a ripper lariat right to the back of his head by Sykes. Sykes looks over at Cleo but before he can get to her Sanders hits him in the back of the head with a light tub!. It explodes with white phosphorus and Tyson drops to his knees as blood starts to trickle down his back. Cleo’s eyes widen as Sanders looks at one of the broken edges and approaches her, she slides back across the floor and he takes the broken light tube and throws it jagged edge first like a javelin at the champion, Cleo though pulls a stop sign from under the ring and blocks it, she then tosses the stop sign at Sanders and it connects with his head.)
Alfonso Banks: That was an utterly terrifying sight!
JR Freeman: What if that had connected?
Alfonso Banks: This Jonathan Sanders is a sick man
JR Freeman: Agreed….
(Sanders steps forward towards Cleo again who is getting to her feet but Shawn Young comes flying out of nowhere with a suicide dive onto Sanders, but he turns right into a Bronx Kick right to the jaw. Tyson Sykes pulls out a barbed wire board over the other side of the ring and looks to be getting some payback on Sanders, the two men start to throw rights and lefts in a hockey fight standing next to the board that Tyson left balancing against the barricade. Cleo gets onto the apron and runs across it before leaping off with a double Milly Way knee taking both Tyson and Sanders through the barbed wire board!. But before she can try and capitalise Shawn Young pops up behind Cleo and tries to roll her up!....IN A DEATHMATCH?.)
ONE
TWO
TH-KICKOUT
(The first pinfall attempt ends with Cleo rolling back to her feet and face to face with Young as Sykes and Sanders lay entangles in barbed wire, hair and blood. Cleo goes for another Bronx kick but Young catches her leg and goes for the wonder lock, Cleo turns and rolls forward pulling Young forward to get out of the hold, Young jumps and slides in the ring with the momentum as Cleo enters and spins going for a new york minute. Young ducks the elbow and runs to the ropes springboarding back with a moonsault press landing on Cleo, she goes down and Young looks around realising now is his shot. He climbs to the top rope and goes for the young hit press, he hits it and hooks the leg.)
ONE
TWO
THR-
(Sanders comes out of nowhere with a kendo stick right to the back of Young breaking it up. Young arches his back and Sanders keeps beating him down with the stick before placing it around the back of Youngs head and then pulling him forward slamming his knee through his face sending the back of his head through the kendo stick.)
JR Freeman: HOLY HELL!
Alfonso Banks: That’s not going to feel good when he wakes up
JR Freeman: You think?
(Tyson Sykes pulls himself into the ring, blood streaming down his back and arms and the back of his head from the various things he’s been able to endure. He turns Sanders around and pulls him into a death valley driver, but instead of slamming Sanders straight down he runs sideways doing it into the turnbuckle!. Sykes covers!)
ONE
TWO
(It’s broken up by Cleo who dives on them to save her title reign!. Sykes shakes his head and Cleo goes for a Bronx kick, Sykes moves out of the way and Cleo turns right into a spinning back kick that snaps across her face. Cleo goes down and Sykes shakes his head in frustration, he slides from the ring and pulls out a glass table!. He looks at it with a smirk and slides it in before setting it up, he then pulls cleo up and goes for a sykes bomb!, He faces her towards the table but before he can throw cleo through it she slips down and hits the ropes, Sykes turns and Cleo explodes into him with a Milly Rock!)
Alfonso Banks: MILLY ROCK! THAT’S IT!
JR Freeman: All Cleo has to do is cover him!.
(Cleo gets to her feet to get to Sykes, but Jonathan Sanders whistles and Cleo turns around only to get blasted with a steel chair to the face!. Cleo stumbles back and lands on the glass table, Sanders pushes her legs onto it and climbs to the top rope looking down at Cleo, he nods and turns leaping off with a total eclipse of the soul driving Cleo through the glass!. He lands on Cleo and lays there unable to move as the referee counts.)
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Meg Reynolds: Your winner and NEEEEEEW COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION...THE LOST CAUSE JONATHAN SANDERS
(The referee drapes the title over Sanders who rolls off Cleo who is laying in blood and broken glass, Tyson Sykes is laying in a pool of his own blood and Shawn Young is outside the ring unconscious.)
WINNER AND NEW PWS: APEX COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION - JONTHAN SANDERS
(The fans boo as Sanders rolls out of the ring, hoisting the title high above his head with a sadistic smile. Cleo, Sykes and Young begin to make their way to their feet. Young rolls onto the ring apron. He, Cleo, and Sykes exchange glances of exhaustion, but also respect for the war they just went through. Sanders gets on the apron with the title on his shoulder, and glares at the three of them and shakes his head.)
JR Freeman: These four have had a hellacious contest, and I think they have all earned each other's respect.
Alfonso Banks: I - I don't know about all. Look at the look in Sanders eyes.
(Sanders continues to eye the three in the ring with malice in his eyes, when suddenly the lights go out in the arena.)
JR Freeman: Well what the hell now? These competitors have been through a war, what the hell else is going on?
Alfonso Banks: Who knows? Maybe we didn't pay the power bill.
(Moments pass and as they do, the ‘tron flickers to life with a burst of static, which clears to reveal the word “YOU.” There’s another bust of static, then, followed by “WERE.” Finally, the screen flickers one more time before displaying the word “WARNED.” in large white letters. When the lights come back on, Sykes, Cleo and Young are in the middle of the ring still facing Sanders on the apron, but now Sanders is not alone. Next to him stands a monster of a man. )
(The hulking figure is the same one we caught a glimpse of in the last ‘RUN’ promo. Towering well above the other 3 men in the ring, long black hair comes down to his shoulders, his face curled into a scowl not unlike that of Sanders. His muscular physique is incredible, as well. His overwhelmingly muscular, tattoo-covered arms just add another layer of intimidation to this already terrifying figure. Speaking plainly, this man is a monster. A monster who’s dressed like he’s ready to fight; a stylized black leather tank top and long black pants with boots to match.)
JR Freeman: Who… WHAT on earth is that???
Alfonso Banks: I'm not sure… but if I were the three in the ring I'd be taking Sanders advice and RUN.
(Young looks at Cleo, who looks at Sykes, and Sykes shakes his head and puts up his fists yelling "Bring it on mother fuckers, three against two." at Sanders and the monster towering over him. Sanders slowly gets into the ring, and the man next to him steps over the top rope.)
JR Freeman: I don't think it's the wisest move, but it looks like Sykes, Young and Phillips are standing their ground.
(Sykes looks at the other two, waiting for a sign, and Young nods and mouths "Let's do it." Cleo nods as well. Young takes a step forward towards Sanders and his monster, and as he does Sykes grabs Young by the back of the trunks to stop him, drops to one knee and hits a killer low bellow to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. Cleo turns and looks at Sykes, stunned.)
JR Freeman: What the hell!? What the hell was that for!?
Alfonso Banks: I mean, maybe it was an accident?
(Sykes smiles a disgusting smile as Young doubles over, holding his groin in pain. Sanders reels back and boots Cleo in the side of the head sending her to the mat while she's distracted. The ref attempts to get in and Sykes takes a swing, sending the ref running.)
JR Freeman: Accident my ass, this is an assault! A disgusting set up. And after the war these four have been through, hell after the war Sanders and Sykes brought to each other. What in the world are we witnessing?
(Sanders and Sykes pull Young up, each of them grabbing one of his arms. Young, exhausted from the match, tries to fight back but the numbers advantage is too strong. Sykes gets in a right hand, and Sanders boots Young in the gut one more time, before they push Young into the waiting arms of the monster in black, head tucked between his legs in a powerbomb position. The monster looks to Sanders, who simply nods and points his fingers like a gun at Shawn Young, before he mimes pulling the trigger with a sickening grin. With that signal, the massive being elevates Shawn and holds him, arms up, stretched in a crucifix position and holds him there.)
Alfonso Banks: Good God JR, Young is so high up! He's gonna break him in half!!
(The monster slams Young down with a nasty looking crucifix powerbomb, leaving the battle worn Young lying. Sykes turns right into multiple right hands from Cleo who still has some fight left in her. When she turns, Sanders clocks her with the Collateral Damage Championship, to more thunderous boos. The three men look down at Young and Phillips, then Sykes and Sanders look at each other and smile. The three look out at the crowd and the camera's, soaking in their moment, Sanders raising his championship in victory.)
JR Freeman: This is downright disgusting. I don't know what we've just witnessed, but it seems like two of the most dangerous newcomers to Apex have formed some sort of bond, and the worst part is they have a monster on their side.
(The Camera switches to the back as we see Bella Madison raiding the trainers area for tape, opening and slamming drawers and cabinet doors. Finally she finds some tape and begins to wrap it around her hand.)
Trainer: You’re going to cut off circulation if you do it like that...
Bella Madison: Maybe that’s how I want it to feel since I’m going to drill my fist through Gracie’s face....
Trainer: Trust me, you really don’t.
Malachi: I got her, man. Why don’t you go do what you are needed for.
Trainer: Sure. Good luck out there.
Malachi: Thanks.
(The trainer leaves, leaving the couple alone. Mal takes her left hand and begins to wrap it in tape.)
Malachi: You need to relax.
Bella Madison: I am.
Malachi: No, you’re not. You go into this fight wound up like this and it’s not gonna end up well for you. Close your eyes and breathe.
(Mal looks at her with seriousness in his eyes which causes her to roll her eyes for a moment and she does what he says but the breath is quick.)
Bella Madison: I’m wound because I’m stressed out and me being stressed out isn’t helping you.
Malachi: I’m fine. Breathe again.
(This time Bella takes an actual deep breath)
Malachi: Better.
Bella Madison: Just hoping that works.
(Mal gives her a smile reserved only for her and a kiss on her forehead. A knock comes to the door and it opens as we see Alanah O’Connell.)
Alanah O’Connell: There you two are! Been looking everywhere!
Malachi: Well here we are.
Bella Madison: What’s up, sis?
Alanah O’Connell: Well I just wanted to know I just met the nicest man who said he was looking for you, Bella. And it...it was so weird, he told me his name but I am horrible with names.
Malachi: Mmm, it’s true, it would take her like 3 months to get our teacher’s names.
(Alanah smacks her brother.)
Alanah O’Connell: I wasn’t that bad. Anyways, it was weird cause I sorta remember him from your wedding. I thought he was a part of the catering company or something but he was just back here.
Bella Madison: That is a bit weird...
Malachi: Why do I have a feeling there’s more?
Alanah O’Connell: Well, I don’t know if I should bring it up considering the last time i did, Bella got a bit testy....
Bella Madison: What are you talking about?
Alanah O’Connell: Well, he said he was your real father.
(Both Bella and Mal’s eyes go wide.)
Bella Madison: My- Where did you see him?
(Alanah looks at her brother like she’s unsure if she wants to answer but knows she has to.)
Alanah O’Connell: He was going towards your locker room when I left him. He said he had a gift for you....
(As if Mal reads Bella’s mind they both take off down the hallway and stop in front of the door which was left cracked open. Bella reaches up with a hand that is shaking and pushes it open but the room is completely empty and left practically untouched...except for one thing. A small statue, sitting on a table. The shape of it...spookily familiar.)
Malachi: What the hell is that?
(Bella holds her breath again, reaching into the pocket of her gear and produces her coin and holds it up to show him. The symbols matching....)
Bella Madison: ....Nuriel.
PWS: APEX United Championship
Singles Match
Jack Russow (c) vs. Nick Madison
JR Freeman: This next one should be great, as Jack Russow will be defending his PWS: APEX United Championship against PWS Hall of Famer, Nick Madison. This is a rematch from Crusade, back in December, where Madison returned as a mystery opponent. The match went to a time-limit draw, and it was declared shortly after that the rematch was set for tonight.
Alfonso Banks: You have to wonder if Jack’s game plan will change much this time, as he knows he’s facing Nick this time. The same can also be said for Madison, as now he’s facing someone who knows what they’re going up against.
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWS: APEX United Championship!
(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...young Jack Russow, the PWS: APEX United Champion, has taken the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, standing six feet, two inches tall, weighing two hundred and five pounds, he is the PWS: APEX 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 smirking into the camera.)
Meg Reynolds: And introducing his opponent…
(Smoke shoots from the stage, as “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare over the sound system, as the loud scream of M. Shadows echoes throughout the arena. Bright lights shine from the stage, before they turn back to the stage, where Nick Madison comes out from behind the curtain, as the fans cheer.)
Meg Reynolds: Now making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing two hundred thirty-six pounds, PWS Hall of Famer, Nick Madison!
(Madison makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He gets to his feet and walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd, before he hops down and getting himself ready for the match. Reynolds exits the ring, as the referee takes the championship belt from Jack, shows it to Nick, before raising it in the air for the crowd to see. He hands it off to a ring crew membe, before checking with both competitors and calling for the bell to start the match.)
*DING DING*
JR Freeman: And here we go! This one should be a great one, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, time for Jack to show what he’s made of, and time for Nick to show if he’s still got what it takes.
(Nick and Jack circle around the ring, sizing each other up, as they are jaw-jacking at each other. They meet in the middle of the ring, going to a test of strength, as both try to get the upper hand. Jack gets the advantage for a moment, before Nick comes back and overpowers him, driving him into the corner. Nick backs off when the ref orders him to, allowing Jack to come out of the corner. Jack comes out and whips Nick against the ropes. He bounces off and comes running back towards Jack. Jack ducks, and Nick hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing back once more Jack uses Nick’s momentum to catch him with a hard clothesline, sending him to the mat. Nick bounces back relativity quickly, at which point Jack grabs him and puts him in a Desolation Row submission hold! Jack torques the arm, applying as much pressure as he can! Nick is struggling to get released from the hold.)
Alfonso Banks: THE DESOLATION ROW!!!
JR Freeman: This almost ended the match at Crusade! Could we be in for a repeat???
Alfonso Banks: If Nick can’t get out of it… we very well could be!
(Nick is trying his hardest to escape, but with no success. The referee keeps asking Nick if he wishes to tap out. Nick keeps refusing as he continues to try and power out of the move. Nick, in serious danger at this point, begins to slowly make his way towards the ropes out of sheer desperation. Jack does everything he can to apply more pressure to end this. Nick manages to get to the ropes just in time, and the referee tells Jack to release the hold. Jack continues to hold on as long as he can. The referee counts.)
1…
2…
3…
4…
(Just before the 5 count, Jack releases the hold and backs up as the referee checks on Nick.)
Alfonso Banks: If Nick didn’t get to the ropes when he did…
JR Freeman: He very easily could have passed out from that hold, causing the referee to call the match right there. It was reminiscent of the fist match. Thankfully, this one didn’t end there, though.
Alfonso Banks: But Jack used the 5 count to his advantage, getting every last second out of that move that he could.
JR Freeman: A move that I’m sure Nick is proud of his nephew for.
(Nick steadies himself, as he regains his composure. Nick grabs Jack and whips him into the corner and charges at him, sending a shoulder right into his chest. He lifts Jack up to the top rope, and climbs up after him. He grabs Jack’s head and puts it under his arm. He looks around for a moment before connecting Jack’s head to the mat with a Madison Drive and covering for the pin.)
1…
2…
Shoulder up!
JR Freeman: Damn! He almost had him there! That was close!
Alfonso Banks: It was impressive, but moreso impressive that Jack was able to get the shoulder up before the three count.
(Jack gets a shoulder up at the two count. Nick sits up, looking frustrated that that wasn’t enough to end the match. He runs his hands through his hair and he gets to his feet. Jack gets to his feet, as Nick delivers an arm drag. Jack gets back up, and delivers an arm drag to Nick. Nick gets back to his feet, and he delivers a clothesline to Jack. Jack is getting back to his feet, his back turned to Nick as he is focused on maintaining his balance. Nick was across the ring, crouched down, waiting. As soon as Jack turns around, Nick charges at him, primed for a spear. Jack, however, was able to react split second and counter with a “Smells Like Knee Spirit”. The impact sends Nick to the mat, and Jack drops quickly for a pin!)
JR Freeman: SMELLS LIKE KNEE SPIRIT! OUTTA NOWHERE!
Alfonso Banks: That could do it!
1…
2…
SHOULDER UP!
(Nick gets his shoulder up at a two count.
JR Freeman: That was close!
Alfonso Banks: I honestly thought that was it.
(Jack sits up, really thinking he had it there. He looks ove at Nick and shakes his head. He looks over at the turnbuckle, and gives a little shrug. He slowly gets to his feet, and walks over to the corner. Jack slowly climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope, showing many signs of exhaustion. He stands up on the top rope and takes in a deep breath before leaping, going for a November Pain! He twists in the air and in a split second his eyes grow wide as he is caught in Nick’s grasp, as Nick manages to counter the move with a mid-air Spear!)
JR Freeman: My GOD! What a counter!
(Nick struggles to his feet, getting Jack up to his. He gets Jack in position, and nails him with the Neuro-Mutilation! Jack’s head bashes into the mat and he bounces upon impact! Nick falls flat on the mat as well, exhausted.)
Alfonso Banks: NEURO-MUTILATION!
JR Freeman: Nick needs to make a cover NOW! But the question is… can he?
(Nick looks around, and slowly starts to crawl over to Jack. He gets to him and collapses with one arm over Jack. The referee drops for the count.)
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEW PWS:APEX UNITED CHAMPION… NICK MADISON!!!!!!!!
JR Freeman: What an ending! What a match!
Alfonso Banks: These two men really left it all out here tonight. What a showing from both of them.
(The ref gets the championship title, and drapes it over Nick’s chest. Nick sits up and hugs the title tight. After a few moments, he makes his way to his feet, as he raises the title high in victory.)
WINNER AND NEW PWS: APEX UNITED CHAMPION - NICK MADISON
(The camera cuts to the Demon’s Run pre-show panel, as Tayna Reihl greets us.)
Tayna Reihl: Congratulations to our new PWS: APEX United Champion, Nick Madison!
Josiah Cena: I knew he could do it. Grats, man. Definitely deserved. That was a great match. Can’t take anything away from Jack, as that was one hell of a performance. Tonight was just Nick’s night. He wasn’t going to be denied here tonight.
Marcus Cage: I was saying it before the match. As much as I was giving Jack his props, Nick Madison’s still got it. In fact, I don’t think it should ever be in question whether Madison still has it. He was able to defeat someone he knows and deeply cares for and respects, he was able to take himself out of that personally and get the job done.
Star Stormz: I gotta say, I stand corrected. But I am pleasantly surprised to see how this match went. I look forward to seeing what Nick does with that belt in the future.
Tayna Reihl: Stay tuned for more great action, as Demon’s Run rolls on.
(PWS: Apex's Demon's Run. A PPV name that should probably be saved for October, but otherwise shaping up to be a fantastic event thus far! After a particularly heated match, the camera cuts to a local large grocery store. Part of a chain of stores, this one looks fairly standard. Brown tiles down below, with a ceiling high above, unable to be seen in the shot. Patrons are going about their business, shopping for all sorts of general goods, specific bads, wares, foodstuffs and drinkthings. Walking through the store, through the eyes of the cameraperson, we come across a familiar face. PWS: Apex Star Mike Hawk. Wearing a green t-shirt that is inscribed simply with the word "FUCK" in big obvious white text. Hawk's usual pep has been replaced by a scowl, something he doesn't often wear. He looks into the camera, sitting on a bench that probably shouldn't need to be in a store this size, but given that the show's taking place in America... yeah... anyhow, Mike simply stares for a few solid seconds before opening his mouth, something he's very keen on doing, as previous Apex viewers will be fully aware. He speaks slowly yet concisely.)
Mike Hawk: Hi there. I don't know if you know me, so let me introduce myself properly. My name is Hawk. Mike Hawk. For the past several weeks I've been on PWS: Apex Riot working my ass off. And so far, I've been in 2 matches in 3 weeks. And that's fine, honestly, it's fine!
(Hawk speaks with an almost eerie calmness as he talks. It seems like something's bugging him, or getting to him, but it's not clear what just yet.)
Mike Hawk: However! Do you know what's *not* fine?
(Hawk gets weirdly, uncomfortably close to the camera as he speaks his next sentence.)
Mike Hawk: Leaving one of your hottest new stars off of his first Pay-Per-View card!
(Hawk walks back from the camera, towards a large display of glass bottles of milk, clearing his throat and speaking very obviously falsely calmly & pleasantly.)
Mike Hawk: But am I angry?
(At this, Mike grabs the display and, in one incredibly aggressive motion, pulls the entire thing down. We hear glass shattering as well as a VERY large "thud" as the display crashes violently to the ground. Milk flies everywhere, coating the ground around, pooling around the fallen display.)
Mike Hawk: ...No, I'm not. I'm just... disappointed! Disappointed in you, Apex! You should've capitalized!
(He pulls in a whiteboard on wheels, taking out a pointing stick that teachers often use.)
Mike Hawk: Because as you can see here, I've only been in matches on 50% of the shows I've been on thus far, this one included.
(What he's pointing to is just a picture of a dinosaur. He turns the whiteboard over to reveal another side, with a line graph on it. The graph has the labels of 'Math' and 'B'.)
Mike Hawk: And as you can see from this graph, 50% of Mike Hawk is not enough! You need to commit to Mike Hawk, don't rub Mike Hawk the wrong way. Make Mike Hawk feel good! Because when Mike Hawk feels good, Mike Hawk will make you feel good in return! You need ALL of Mike Hawk. 50% isn't enough to get you where you need to go, you need the whole damn package!
(Hawk winks at the camera. He knows what he did.)
Mike Hawk: So, maybe I'm not booked on what is absolutely the biggest show of the year thus far, but you're not going to see me be petty about it. Because the last thing that Mike Hawk is is petty!
(With this, Hawk grabs the whiteboard and pushes it violently off-camera, wherefrom we hear a loud 'crash'. He then tosses the stick, which makes a comedic 'twang' sound effect, before we hear a voice from off-screen.)
Voice: Ow, my eye! I'm not supposed to get sticks in it!
(Mike starts walking, his obviously fake smile returning.)
Mike Hawk: And guess what? I'm not angry! You might think I'm angry, but I'm not!
(With this, Hawk walks down an aisle of pickles, putting a hand against one of the jars, causing them all to drop and smash as he walks past them, spreading pickles and their juice all over the aisle.)
Mike Hawk: I'm perfectly fine with this. In fact, I'm glad they're giving a chance to a hot young team like...
(Mike squints at his hand, now stained with pickle juice, as if trying to read something he wrote on it, now smudged by the brine.)
Mike Hawk: The Source by Circuit City.
(Mike continues to walk, several people in the store trying to walk over the pickles and their juices but ultimately tripping & falling comedically onto the floor below, one woman even pulling her cart of groceries down with her, spreading grapes all over that section of tile.)
Mike Hawk: And giving title shots to people like Johnny Sadnuts and Tyson Who-Gives-A-Fuck! And featuring such...
(Mike gives a visible grimace when speaking the next word.)
Mike Hawk: ...*Wonderful* champions as Russow Bot #74 and Marylin Manson.
(He moves to a check-out lane, where the person in front of him has a cart absolutely full to the brim and then some, absolutely overflowing.)
Mike Hawk: Don't think, however, that me letting this go makes us even, PWS. I expect a match on the next Pay-Per-View card. But not because I'm angry!
(With this, Hawk pulls a large carton of orange juice out of the man's cart, opening it and pouring it slowly all over his mountain of groceries, soaking them completely, all while maintaining perfect eye contact with the horrified patron.)
Mike Hawk: And I know what you're thinking. "Mike," you're thinking, "Who cares? You're left off of *one* show, it's not like it matters in the long run! Hell, they're letting you film yourself here, so what's the big deal?" Well, first of all, stop bothering me, you're annoying and your breath smells like walnuts, but secondly, and arguably more importantly, you're right. It *doesn't* matter. But that's the problem. It *should* matter. I should be important, but I've barely even had a chance to prove myself!
(As Mike's saying this, a security guard walks up to him. Mike grabs the guy by the head, walking over to a shampoo display, throwing the man through it as the man in question lets out a girly scream. Blue shampoo leaks out from underneath the man, who lies there motionless and twitching.)
Mike Hawk: Because really, who have I beaten? Jobbers! Pathetic nobodies! A movie star wannabe and an all-purpose wannabe!
(Mike walks over to the fruit section, two more guards approaching him. Hawk's near the watermelons.)
Mike Hawk: Those guys wouldn't be fit to clean the boots of boot cleaners! To wipe a goldfish clean! To find their way out of a maze that's just a straight line!
(The guards approach Mike. He grabs one and smashes his face into the display. The other one tries to apprehend the Canadian menace, but Hawk is one step ahead, picking up a watermelon and smashing it over his head, causing him to fall over backwards into a bushel of tomatoes, the melon still planted firmly on his head.)
Mike Hawk: And let me tell you something else. Richard Rider? Moondust? Nobody's ever heard of these motherfuckers!
(While all this is being said, Mike's full-on pulled out a metal baseball bat.)
Mike Hawk: But me?
(He smacks someone with the bat, hitting them across the back, and then again while they're on the ground.)
Mike Hawk: I'm the greatest young wrestler of this or any generation! And the internet agrees, but don't look it up! But nobody will ever know that if I'm not on any of the major shows!
(Mike smacks someone else with the bat, immediately knocking the man unconscious. Another security guard walks up to him, but Mike knocks him swiftly unconscious as well, before hitting him again repeatedly, an angry look in his eyes, leaving a little bit of blood on his metal baseball bat when he's done.)
Mike Hawk: ...But I'm not mad.
(Mike's returned to his obvious fake happiness, while the other customers & employees are staring at him, horrified.)
Mike Hawk: In fact...
(He walks over to one of the aisles, this time just a miscellaneous cereal aisle, it's the first aisle in the store.)
Mike Hawk: I'm over it. I am, I'm completely and utterly...
(He turns around, pushing over the shelf with all his might, causing a domino effect that causes the displays in all the other aisles to come down, one after the other, each with a loud 'crash'. Random debris is scattered everywhere in between the former aisles, several carts are flipped on their sides, the remnants of glass bottles and fragile cartons of eggs given way to pure chaos and destruction, with nothing left behind. Hawk turns back to the camera, a bit more of a genuine smile on his face.)
Mike Hawk: ...Over it! Thanks a lot, PWS, for listening to my very reasonable assessment on why I should be on the supercard, and until next time...
(As he's talking, Mike is surrounded by armed security guards.)
Mike Hawk: Ruh-roh... gotta run! But you haven’t seen the last of me. You’ll see me, PWS. You’ll definitely see me around.
(Mike winks at the camera before running towards the exit, pursued by the guards, flipping the bird to the camera one last time as it pans out, showing the widespread, wanton destruction that Hawk has spread throughout the place, before fading slowly to the backstage area...where we see Laura Phoenix and Ambika Renton standing there completely dumbfounded watching the monitor. Laura sighs and grabs her phone.)
Laura Phoenix: Don’t worry, I got the lawyer on speed dial.
(We cut to ringside, where Alf and JR are simply dumbfounded.)
JR Freeman: Well...I guess it‘s a good thing Laura has the number of our lawyer.
Alfonso Banks:...what did we just witness?
JR Freeman: I...I don’t know, Alf. I really don’t know.
Street Fight
Gracie Lopez vs. Bella Madison
Gracie Lopez vs. Bella Madison
(The next contest begins not with a bang, but a flicker, as the lights in the PWS Arena all gradually fade to black. They remain that way for just a moment before “Rotting in Vain” by Korn begins to blare over the sound system, accompanied by a spectacular pyrotechnics display which elicits a pop from the socially-distanced audience in attendance. As the pyro dies down, the slim but well-toned form of Gracie Lopez sidles out onto the stage, a cocky smirk plastered across her pretty features.)
Alfonso Banks: Well if you thought our first match of the night was brutal, JR, this one has the potential to be even worse than that.
JR Freeman: You’re absolutely right, Al; I don’t think the phrase ‘bad blood’ does justice to the animosity these two harbour for each other.
Alfonso Banks: And can you blame them? After everything that’s happened between these two - especially Gracie and the Lopez’s HEINOUS attack on Dawn Warren just two weeks ago - I think we’re looking at a bona fide powder keg here tonight.
JR Freeman: I think so too, Al, and I shudder to think what may happen now that these two women are finally allowed to get their hands on one another.
(Gracie takes a moment to glance around at the crowd, now showering her with boos instead of her traditional cheers and adulation, then begins her walk to the ring. This time, for obvious reasons, she tags no hands.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a STREET FIGHT, and it is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring; from San Diego, California; weighing in at 125 lbs., GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRACIIIIIIIIIIE LOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEZZZZ!
(Gracie continues her walk to the ring, but when she reaches it, instead of immediately climbing in she circles around to the back, lifting the apron and peering underneath. She reaches in and rummages around for a moment before pulling out two steel chairs, a kendo stick, a steel garbage can, a ladder and a folded-up table. She piles the smaller weapons into the ring in her corner, then lays the ladder flat along the ground at ringside and leans the table against the ring post.)
JR Freeman: That is quite an assortment of violent and aggressive tools she’s accumulated, Al. I guess that proves we’re seeing no pulled punches in this one tonight.
Alfonso Banks: I admire your optimism, JR, but I think it was just too much to hope for.
(Her armory sorted, Gracies slides into the ring below the bottom rope. When she’s in, she stands and hops up onto the second rope of the nearest turnbuckle, raising her fists - this time with middle fingers extended - to a chorus of boos before jumping back down, doing some stretches as she waits for her opponent.)
(Gracie doesn’t have to wait long, as soon enough all the lights in the PWS Arena go dark once again. The fans begin to thrum with anticipation as the familiar sounds of “Shut Up” by New Years Day drift out through the venue’s speakers.)
“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”
JR Freeman: You know, Al, with all the lighting changes we’re having tonight, maybe you were onto something with that crack about the power bill earlier.
Alfonso Banks: Hey, COVID’s hit businesses hard, that’s all I’m saying.
(The song continues as the announcers banter, the entrance area lighting up as the big screen flickers to life. It bears the familiar sight of a woman’s feet climbing some stairs, taking each step in a different piece of footwear; first saddle shoes, then high heels, then Chuck Taylors, followed by a pair of wrestling boots with kickpads. Meanwhile, the song picks up:)
“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”
(Suddenly, as the roar blares over the sound system and the fans explode with applause in response, the form of Bella Madison is illuminated at the top of the ramp...pushing a plain silver shopping cart packed to the brim with dangerous wrestling weaponry. A barbed wire-wrapped two-by-four sticks out at the corner, along with a few chairs, a garbage can lid and even some light-tubes. A few more weapons stick out here and there, but none as menacing as the barbed wire baseball bat that Bella carries slung over one shoulder.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent; from New York, New York; weighing 125 lbs.; BELLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAA MAAAAAAAADISOOOOOOOOON!
“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”
(Bella wastes no time getting down to the ring, foregoing playing to any fans in favour of grim, steadfast determination, gaze fixed on Gracie Lopez in the ring. She pushes the cart quickly down the ramp to the ringside area, then leaves it in her corner as she climbs the nearby steps. Pointing the barbed wire-wrapped bat at Gracie as she steps between the top and middle rope, Bella bears a hatred in her eyes like that which we’ve never seen before.)
(The two women are at each other’s throats immediately, the bell barely ringing as Bella takes a swipe at Gracie with her barbed-wire baseball bat. Gracie’s able to duck underneath it, however, and fires back with a stiff knee to the gut, doubling Bella over. Gracie then quickly grabs the baseball bat and pulls it across Madison’s throat, wrenching her opponent backwards as she chokes the life out of her. Bella struggles valiantly and is eventually able to fight her way out, driving elbows into Gracie’s rib cage to force her to drop the bat and give Bella a moment to breathe. Both women take the briefest of respites at this moment, Bella dropping to one knee coughing and clutching her throat while Gracie stumbles into the corner gripping her ribs. The breather is short-lived, though, as Gracie recovers first and runs forward to catch Bella with a reverse-Hurricanrana, but Madison counters the move by catching her leg and flipping her forward into a kneebar, which Gracie immediately deftly rolls out of. This sort of chain wrestling continues for a few moments, surprising given how much palpable violent acrimony hangs in the air between these two, but it comes to a bitter end when Gracie snags the discarded baseball bat she’d used for choking Bella earlier and swings it brutally between her opponent’s legs, causing her to collapse onto her knees in pain.)
JR Freeman: Oh come on, that’s a low blow! Literally!
Alfonso Banks: Hey now, JR; you may not like it, but this is a street fight. Anything goes, remember?
(As Bella kneels in front of Gracie, clutching her groin in agony, the youngest Lopez simply smirks and cracks the bat across the side of her opponent’s head, sending her to the mat as blood sprays all over the nearest turnbuckle pads. Gracie grins a violent grin, bringing the bat down again across the back of Bella’s head before striking her a few times in the ribs and back. It’s a brutal display, reminiscent of the attack on Dawn Warren two weeks ago on Riot, but Gracie doesn’t seem like she’s content to just stop there. Sauntering back over to her own weapons pile, she picks up a few of the steel chairs and then carries them over to the centre of the ring, setting them up in a triangle configuration not terribly far from the blood-stained turnbuckle. With a wicked grin, she turns her attention the the slowly-writhing Bella and grabs a handful of her crimson-matted hair to drag the blonde woman to her feet. She drags her over to the turnbuckle in question and shoves Madison’s head between her thighs as she slowly ascends to the second rope backwards. She then pulls Bella’s legs up beside her own head and steps out so each of her legs traps one of Bella’s arms, setting up for the Canadian Destroyer!)
JR Freeman: My God, this is sickening! Bella Madison can barely stand, and you’re gonna subject her to THIS?
Alfonso Banks: They say all’s fair in love and war, JR, and while these two women may not love each other, I don’t think anyone can deny that tonight we’re witnessing a war.
(Before Gracie can leap off the ropes and plant Bella through her horrible chair-flower, though, Madison seems to regain a little bit of wherewithal and begins fighting back, kicking Gracie in the shoulders and the side of the head as she struggles to free herself from the hold. The Lopez fighting spirit doesn’t give in easily, though, and Gracie holds her own...until Bella Madison grabs onto the second rope with both hands and swiftly snaps her legs back, sending Gracie hurtling through the chairs with an inverted Hurricanrana! As Gracie writhes around on the mat having been hoisted by her own Petard, Bella demonstrates amazing athleticism, fully flipping herself onto the top rope with only the strength of her legs and then launching off with a picture-perfect Moonsault to crash onto the fallen Lopez below! Ahe hooks both legs for the cover, and…)
1…
TW-NO! GRACIE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
JR Freeman: What an impressive display by Bella Madison, freeing herself from that precarious position with the grace and skill only her family could possess.
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely, JR; say what you will about these two women, nobody can deny that they are absolutely tremendous athletes.
(Madison shouts in frustration at the kickout, but doesn’t dwell on her discouragement, immediately driving knees into the fallen Gracie’s ribs before she spots her opponent’s weapon pile and decides to help herself. Snatching up the garbage can that Gracie retrieved earlier, Bella lifts the shiny metal and brings it down across the back of her fallen enemy, again and again and again as it crunches and deforms from the force of the impact. Each strike is met with a cheer from the fanbase, which seems to only encourage Bella, as she batters Gracie’s prone body like a woman possessed. As the garbage can outlives its usefulness, Bella tosses it out of the ring and quickly snags a Kendo stick, which she drags across Gracie’s face as she locks in the STF, assisted by the Japanese training implement! Gracie screams and struggles underneath the viciousness of her friend-turned-bitter-rival, eventually managing to claw her way to the ropes. The referee doesn’t call for a break, since there are no rules in this match, but the leverage does allow Gracie to contort her way out of the hold, rolling to the outside of the ring for safety. Once there, she lies on the ground for a second to catch her breath, before reaching under the ring for a steel chair...but as she stands up she’s caught by Bella Madison leaping through the ropes with a Dropkick, sending the chair straight back into Gracie’s own face! Lopez reels on unsteady feet as Madison slides out of the ring completely, catching her by the back of the head and driving her face into the steel audience barricade with force! Lopez falls to the ground, clutching at her face as Bella simply screams in her direction.)
Bella Madison: YOU STARTED THIS! YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!
JR Freeman: Good God, what a brutal move by Madison! Lopez could be busted open now!
Alfonso Banks: She could indeed, JR; and no matter whose fault it is, these wrestlers are putting their bodies through hell tonight.
(It seems JR’s prediction is indeed coming to pass, as red begins to trickle out from Gracie Lopez’s forehead between her interlaced fingers. She continues to roll on the floor in pain from the assault, while Bella takes the time to return to her shopping cart of “goodies” and select a classic black steel chair from the mix. She brings it down hard across Gracie’s back just once, making her arch away from the attack, before setting up the chair at ringside and lifting Gracie back to her feet. She grabs her around the neck from behind and plants her BRUTALLY through the chair with the Whiplash, immediately going for a cover again…)
1…
2…
NO!
(Bella lifts her back up. It seems she’s thought better of putting things away this early, choosing to inflict more punishment instead, but it proves to be a mistake as Gracie begins to fight back, nailing Bella with a few stiff shots to the midsection before planting HER onto the now-collapsed steel chair with a DDT! She very clearly does not go for the cover at this point, instead retrieving the ladder she’d stashed earlier and battering Madison further with it! The two continue to brawl around ringside until things spill over the barricade and into the empty ringside area, Gracie keeping the ladder with her as she presses the assault. Eventually, Bella takes the upper hand and starts to fight back again, catching Gracie with a Dropkick to the knee and doubling her over before sending her to the ground with her own ladder. The two have made their way back to ringside by this point, which enables Bella to grab the table we saw earlier and set it up in front of the announcers’ desk, followed by two more steel chairs and then the light tubes we saw in her shopping cart earlier. Stacking the hardware in a frightening configuration of doom, Bella slides into the ring and sets up the ladder at the edge. Gracie is once again on her feet at this point, and she slides into the ring with the barbed-wire-wrapped two-by-four to take the fight back to Bella, but the latter ducks underneath the move and catches her with the Springboard Enzuigiri she calls the “Beautiful Disaster”, sending Gracie over the ropes and onto the fully-loaded table at ringside! Bella then grins down at her and begins to climb the ladder.
JR Freeman: This may be the end right here, folks; Madison’s clearly looking for the Phoenix Splash from the very top of that ladder!
Alfonso Banks: I think you may be right, JR! This has got to be it!
(Sure enough, Bella continues to ascend until she’s nearly reached the top, then spares one glance behind her to ensure Gracie is still on the table before leaping off, rotating and flipping in mid-air to perform her finishing move, the Phoenix Splash! ...Unfortunately it’s not as successful as she’d hoped, as Gracie Lopez manages to roll herself off the light tube- and chair-covered table, sending Madison crashing through the horrible contraption to the concrete floor below!)
JR Freeman: GOOD GOD! MADISON JUST PROPELLED HERSELF FIFTY FEET DOWN ONLY TO BE MET WITH AN EMPTY TABLE AT THE END OF IT! SHE MAY WELL BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Alfonso Banks: That was a brilliant move by Gracie, but does she have enough left in the tank to capitalize?
(As Bella lies there, bloodied and broken, panting heavily, Gracie slowly pulls herself to her feet. Smirking at the audience, who showers her again with boos, Gracie taps the side of her head in an “I’m smarter than you” gesture before climbing onto the apron and leaping straight up to hit the Style and Grace Springboard 450 Splash to the outside, covering her fallen opponent for a…)
JR Freeman: STYLE AND GRACE!
Alfonso Banks: Could be it!
1…
2…
3!!! IT’S OVER!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Gracie Lopez!
JR Freeman: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER!
Alfonso Banks: SHE DID IT! GRACIE LOPEZ HAS BEEN VINDICATED! You know this HAS to feel great for her to get the victory.
JR Freeman: And a heartbreaking loss for Bella Madison here tonight.
WINNER - GRACIE LOPEZ
(A countdown clock appears onto the screen as the crowd is trying to figure out what it means. Then the clock starts ticking down as rumblings begin to fill the audience.)
JR Freeman: What does this mean?
Alfonso Banks: Why are you asking me?
(Just then, a five letter word starts popping up onto the screen as laughter fills the sound system.)
Alfonso Banks: Did someone hire The Joker?
(The countdown clock strikes zero as a name blinks on the screen. A loud gasp comes over the crowd.)
Alfonso Banks: Holy shit!!!!
(The cameras pan up to show Violet Amelia Holt goes Apex.)
JR Freeman: Oh my GOD!!!!
Alfonso Banks: Violet Amelia Holt is coming here. That’s going to be huge.
(After three seconds of blink age, the screen goes black as the VAH logo appears before it fades.)
The week of Destiny, PWS will induct it’s latest class of Hall of Fame inductees into the hallowed halls. We here at PWS: APEX are ecstatic to unveil the first inductee of 2021, as former PWS Triple Crown champion, Marcus Redd, will be taking his rightful place in the PWS Hall of Fame. Redd was a former PWSR Heavyweight Champion, former PWS No-Limits Champion, and former PWS Intercontinental Champion. He had a storied career in his time with the PWSR brand, and was a mainstay fixture throughout it’s run. We are honored to welcome Marcus Redd into the PWS Hall of Fame!
(The camera cuts back to the pre-show panel, as they are all giving a round of applause.)
Josiah Cena: Definitely well deserved. I’m definitely excited to see Marc go into the Hall of Fame.
Tayna Reihl: Marcus Redd, of course, one of your close friends. I’m sure you’re incredibly happy for him.
Josiah Cena: Certainly! He definitely deserves his spot in the Hall of Fame. Hopefully I can get some consideration into giving his induction speech….I got some great stories I could share.
Marcus Cage: A man I have been in the ring with many times. He has been my rival professionally, and outside of the ring. I know the man and I gotta say, I respect him on many levels. This is an honor he has truly earned and I couldn’t be happier for the guy. All I can say is, IT’S ABOUT TIME!
Star Stormz: A top choice, in my opinion. I never got to work with him much directly, as he was always on PWSR while I was running PWSi. But I know exactly how much he accomplished, and I always enjoyed working with him on cross brand shows. He is an amazing talent who DEFINITELY deserves this honor.
Tayna Reihl: Congratulations indeed, to Marcus Redd. And with that, it’s time to move on to our next contest, as it’s going to be a battle for the PWS: APEX Tag Team Championships, with the Vixens of Pain defending against Daniel and Audrey Russow. Let’s send things back down to Alf and JR at ringside, for the call.
PWS: APEX Tag Team Championship
Tag-Team Match
Vixens of Pain (c) vs. Daniel and Audrey Russow
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWS: APEX World Tag Team Titles. Introducing first… they are the current champions… ALEXIS MAKARIOS AND HEATHER HAZE… THE VIXENS OF PAAAAAAAAAIN!
(“MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits as Alexis Makarios comes out from the back, her half of the titles wrapped proudly around her waist. The fans boo, but she ignores it as she points to the belt around her waist. The music fizzles a little and changes to “I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford. Neon lights are flashing around the ramp as Heather Haze comes out from the back with her belt draped over her shoulder. She strikes a seductive pose amidst the boos from the crowd. She walks up beside Alexis and dances a little bit to the music, ending the dance with the two sharing a side to side hip bump before strutting down to the ring. They get in the ring and hold the titles up, proudly.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents… DAN AND AUDREY RUUUUUUUSSOOOOOOW!!!
(The lights in the arena go out, before we hear the opening to "Centuries" scream in, as the lights on the stage shine bright. Daniel Russow slowly makes his way out onto the stage. He walks a few steps down the ramp before stopping. His music cuts out and he grins as the cameras focus up on the ramp. “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, as the lights bleed into a purple tint. Audrey Russow makes her way out onto the stage, as pyro goes off with the hits of the beat, before Audrey starts making her way down the ramp to meet up with her husband. The two share a quick kiss before making their way the rest of the way down the ramp.)
Alfonso Banks: This match is going to be brutal! Everyone is so mad at each other, and the hatred is immense.
JR Freeman: No love lost between these pairs! I can’t wait to see what level of violence this match is going to bring!
(In the center of the ring, the referee takes the Tag Belts from Heather and Alexis, and then holds them high in the air. He hands them off to ringside before he goes and checks each person for weapons. He is checking the Russows first, while Alexis and Haze point and laugh. When the referee comes to check them, they seem offended. The referee clears all four competitors and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
(The match starts off with Dan and Heather in the ring. They circle each other a few times before they lock up! Dan and Heather struggle trying to move each other, but Dan finally overcomes Heather. Dan grabs Heather by the waist and slams her down on the mat, some mat wrestling happens between the two of them, and like a slippery little devil Heather is, she has Dan's shoulders pinned to the mat.)
1………
(Dan kicks out at the count of 1, but the mat game continues between the two of them. Both of them get back up on their feet, and lock up once again but Dan finally overpowers her. But both of them collide in the middle of the ring when they both tried to do a high crossbody. Both Dan and Heather are gasping for air, before Heather starts to crawl towards her corner, Dan tries to stop her by grabbing her foot, but she kicks him away.)
Alfonso Banks: Dan and Heather are looking a little ragged… whoever can get a tag in first will have advantage at this point.
JR Freeman: I have to agree… tagging in and out, keeping a fresh person in the ring… is a huge factor in tag team matches.
(Heather tags in Alexis, who enters the ring with a cocky look on her face. Heather regroups a little outside the ring. Dan smirks as he takes a step or two backwards and reaches out, tagging in Audrey! Audrey rushes the ring and tackles Alexis to the mat, and just begins to unleash a BARRAGE of lefts and rights to Alexis’s face… so rapidly that Alexis can’t even get her hands up to protect her face! Audrey grabs Alexis’s hair and begins to bash the back of her head against the mat repeatedly. Alexis can be heard screaming out as the referee tries to pull Audrey off of Alexis. He gets her off, and she immediately goes back for Alexis. She positions Alexis’s throat over the bottom rope and puts ALL her body weight on Alexis’s neck! She grabs the ropes for leverage as she lets out a primal scream. Alexis begins to gasp frantically for air as the referee warns Audrey to release the illegal hold! Audrey ignores him! Her face red with rage as she tries to choke the life out of Alexis! The referee begins to count the 5!)
1...2…
(Heather notices what is going on and starts to jump up on to the apron to try and help her partner. Dan rushes in and knocks Heather off the ropes before she can aid. Dan begins to plead with Audrey to release the hold.)
3...4…
(Just before the 5, Audrey showed absolutely no sign of letting go! She had snapped! Dan pulled her off, breaking the hold right before the 5 count. Alexis scrambled to the corner to try and catch her breath as she had red marks across her throat. The cameras focus on Dan and Audrey, Dan had Audrey at an arms length away and his words could be picked up by the mics.)
Dan: REIGN IT IN! DONT LET THEM WIN BY DQ! CALM DOWN.
(She took a deep breath and calmed down a little bit as she looked in her husbands eyes.
Alfonso Banks: I think Dan just saved Alexis’s life!
JR Freeman: I think it was more saving their title shot. If Audrey had been disqualified, they wouldn’t have won the belts.
Alfonso Banks: That’s true. Still weird seeing DAN as the voice of reason and AUDREY the angry out of control one!
(The cameras show Alexis, who was still struggling a little to breathe. She ran her hand over her face and noticed there was blood on her hand! Her nose was bleeding! She let out a scream when she saw it! She slides out of the ring, being overly dramatic about it. In the ring, Dan had gone back to his corner, and Audrey looked over at Alexis with her arms crossed, looking annoyed. The referee starts to count.)
1...2…
(Heather rushes over making a big fuss about the bloody nose as well.)
3...4…
(An impatient Audrey slides out of the ring, breaking the count. She grabs Alexis by the hair and tosses her back in the ring under the bottom rope. She turns to Heather and is promptly slapped right in the face. Audrey puts her hand on her face where she was slapped and looks over at Heather with rage in her eyes. She was then caught off guard by a baseball slide kick from Alexis in the ring. Heather points and laughs before sliding Audrey back in the ring. Alexis drops for a quick pin!)
1… KICKOUT!
(Alexis smacks the mat, irritated. She looks over to Heather, who had gotten up to the corner and was reaching out for her partner. Alexis crawls over and quickly tags in Heather! Heather gets in the ring and wastes no time putting Audrey in a Triangle Choke. She applies pressure. The referee asks Audrey if she wants to tap out, Audrey refuses. After a few seconds, Dan rushes the ring and breaks the hold. Audrey rolls to the side, recovering from the hold, while Heather focuses on Dan. She punches him in the gut and grabs his head, whipping him into the corner. She charged at him with a spear to the stomach, sending him to the bottom rope in a sitting position. She backs up and runs towards him… jumping and connecting with a Bronco Buster!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD
Alfonso Banks: I have a suspicious feeling that Audrey maaaaaaay try to kill Heather now…
(Heather finished the move and got to her feet, smirking. She turned around and was caught by a devastating clothesline from Audrey! She goes for a pin.)
1… KICKOUT!
(Heather kicked out at a 1. Audrey looked towards Dan, who was now outside the ring gagging looking absolutely disgusted.)
JR Freeman: Poor Dan… he looks like he is going to throw up!
(Audrey slid out of the ring to check on her husband. He had gone to the timekeeper and took their bottle of water, dumping it all over his face and shuddering. He motions for Audrey to get back in the ring as he goes back to his corner.)
Alfonso Banks: Seems that he is ok.
(back in the ring, Alexis gets tagged into the match, looking worse for wear here but she won’t give up. Dan gets tagged into the match as well, and he’s showing battle scars of this match, Dan looks towards Alexis with blood dripping down her face, she begging him to do something and they do! Dan and Alexis start throwing fists at each other like in law’s would do during thanksgiving, all punches connect between both of them. One strike across the nose, turns her nose into a flowing river of red, and that angers Alexis even more. Dan doesn’t care though, he’s trying to find a way to put down Alexis once and for all, and he does, he stomps on her foot, not once but twice! When she falls to one knee, and hits a running knee right into the nose of Alexis.)
Alfonso Banks: Poor Alexis! Her nose just can’t catch a break tonight!
JR Freeman: Ever since Audrey’s assault earlier, her nose appears to be a weak spot. It could be broken, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Could be, but she is persevering through this match. So far...
(Dan looks at Alexis laying on the mat, mostly motionless. He looks up to Heather who was at her corner, trying to scream at Alexis to get up. Dan grinned as he grabbed Alexis by the hair and lifts her to her feet. Heather tries to the rush the ring but is ran off by Audrey as Dan connects Alexis’s head to the mat with a “Hangmans Body Count” - snapmare driver. Her head bounces off the mat! The referee sends Audrey back to her corner. Dan drops for a pinfall.)
1…
2…
3..?? NO!
(Just before the 3 count, Heather had slithered under the bottom rope and pulled Alexis under the ropes and out of the ring. Audrey once more rushes the ring while Heather checks on Alexis outside the ring. The referee begins to count.)
1…
2…
(Alexis comes around and realizes what just happened. She looks panicked for a moment before getting to her feet. She throws her hands in the air and goes to the announcers area and grabs the Titles. She hands one to Heather and points towards the back. She can be overheard saying “FUCK THIS! IM DONE!”)
3…
4…
5…
JR Freeman: I think the Champions are taking their belts and going home!
Alfonso Banks: They had enough! If Heather hadn’t gotten Alexis out of there, we would be crowning new champions right now. Alexis and Heather are in pure survival mode
JR Freeman: That’s a cheap way to retain your belts… but effective for tonight I guess.
6…
7…
(Alexis and Heather are at the top of the ramp, Audrey and Dan are in the ring watching while shaking their heads.)
8…
9…
(Alexis and Heather take one last look back towards Dan and Audrey before disappearing behind the curtain.)
10!
Meg Reynolds: And your winners by countout… DAN AND AUDREY RUSSOW! However, still your PWS: APEX Tag Team Champions… THE VIXENS OF PAIN!
(In the ring, the referee raises Dan and Audrey’s arms in victory as they look rather irritated before the cameras cut)
WINNERS - DAN AND AUDREY RUSSOW VIA COUNTOUT
(“MZ HYDE” by Halestorm hits as Alexis Makarios comes out from the back, her half of the titles wrapped proudly around her waist. The fans boo, but she ignores it as she points to the belt around her waist. The music fizzles a little and changes to “I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford. Neon lights are flashing around the ramp as Heather Haze comes out from the back with her belt draped over her shoulder. She strikes a seductive pose amidst the boos from the crowd. She walks up beside Alexis and dances a little bit to the music, ending the dance with the two sharing a side to side hip bump before strutting down to the ring. They get in the ring and hold the titles up, proudly.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents… DAN AND AUDREY RUUUUUUUSSOOOOOOW!!!
(The lights in the arena go out, before we hear the opening to "Centuries" scream in, as the lights on the stage shine bright. Daniel Russow slowly makes his way out onto the stage. He walks a few steps down the ramp before stopping. His music cuts out and he grins as the cameras focus up on the ramp. “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, as the lights bleed into a purple tint. Audrey Russow makes her way out onto the stage, as pyro goes off with the hits of the beat, before Audrey starts making her way down the ramp to meet up with her husband. The two share a quick kiss before making their way the rest of the way down the ramp.)
Alfonso Banks: This match is going to be brutal! Everyone is so mad at each other, and the hatred is immense.
JR Freeman: No love lost between these pairs! I can’t wait to see what level of violence this match is going to bring!
(In the center of the ring, the referee takes the Tag Belts from Heather and Alexis, and then holds them high in the air. He hands them off to ringside before he goes and checks each person for weapons. He is checking the Russows first, while Alexis and Haze point and laugh. When the referee comes to check them, they seem offended. The referee clears all four competitors and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
(The match starts off with Dan and Heather in the ring. They circle each other a few times before they lock up! Dan and Heather struggle trying to move each other, but Dan finally overcomes Heather. Dan grabs Heather by the waist and slams her down on the mat, some mat wrestling happens between the two of them, and like a slippery little devil Heather is, she has Dan's shoulders pinned to the mat.)
1………
(Dan kicks out at the count of 1, but the mat game continues between the two of them. Both of them get back up on their feet, and lock up once again but Dan finally overpowers her. But both of them collide in the middle of the ring when they both tried to do a high crossbody. Both Dan and Heather are gasping for air, before Heather starts to crawl towards her corner, Dan tries to stop her by grabbing her foot, but she kicks him away.)
Alfonso Banks: Dan and Heather are looking a little ragged… whoever can get a tag in first will have advantage at this point.
JR Freeman: I have to agree… tagging in and out, keeping a fresh person in the ring… is a huge factor in tag team matches.
(Heather tags in Alexis, who enters the ring with a cocky look on her face. Heather regroups a little outside the ring. Dan smirks as he takes a step or two backwards and reaches out, tagging in Audrey! Audrey rushes the ring and tackles Alexis to the mat, and just begins to unleash a BARRAGE of lefts and rights to Alexis’s face… so rapidly that Alexis can’t even get her hands up to protect her face! Audrey grabs Alexis’s hair and begins to bash the back of her head against the mat repeatedly. Alexis can be heard screaming out as the referee tries to pull Audrey off of Alexis. He gets her off, and she immediately goes back for Alexis. She positions Alexis’s throat over the bottom rope and puts ALL her body weight on Alexis’s neck! She grabs the ropes for leverage as she lets out a primal scream. Alexis begins to gasp frantically for air as the referee warns Audrey to release the illegal hold! Audrey ignores him! Her face red with rage as she tries to choke the life out of Alexis! The referee begins to count the 5!)
1...2…
(Heather notices what is going on and starts to jump up on to the apron to try and help her partner. Dan rushes in and knocks Heather off the ropes before she can aid. Dan begins to plead with Audrey to release the hold.)
3...4…
(Just before the 5, Audrey showed absolutely no sign of letting go! She had snapped! Dan pulled her off, breaking the hold right before the 5 count. Alexis scrambled to the corner to try and catch her breath as she had red marks across her throat. The cameras focus on Dan and Audrey, Dan had Audrey at an arms length away and his words could be picked up by the mics.)
Dan: REIGN IT IN! DONT LET THEM WIN BY DQ! CALM DOWN.
(She took a deep breath and calmed down a little bit as she looked in her husbands eyes.
Alfonso Banks: I think Dan just saved Alexis’s life!
JR Freeman: I think it was more saving their title shot. If Audrey had been disqualified, they wouldn’t have won the belts.
Alfonso Banks: That’s true. Still weird seeing DAN as the voice of reason and AUDREY the angry out of control one!
(The cameras show Alexis, who was still struggling a little to breathe. She ran her hand over her face and noticed there was blood on her hand! Her nose was bleeding! She let out a scream when she saw it! She slides out of the ring, being overly dramatic about it. In the ring, Dan had gone back to his corner, and Audrey looked over at Alexis with her arms crossed, looking annoyed. The referee starts to count.)
1...2…
(Heather rushes over making a big fuss about the bloody nose as well.)
3...4…
(An impatient Audrey slides out of the ring, breaking the count. She grabs Alexis by the hair and tosses her back in the ring under the bottom rope. She turns to Heather and is promptly slapped right in the face. Audrey puts her hand on her face where she was slapped and looks over at Heather with rage in her eyes. She was then caught off guard by a baseball slide kick from Alexis in the ring. Heather points and laughs before sliding Audrey back in the ring. Alexis drops for a quick pin!)
1… KICKOUT!
(Alexis smacks the mat, irritated. She looks over to Heather, who had gotten up to the corner and was reaching out for her partner. Alexis crawls over and quickly tags in Heather! Heather gets in the ring and wastes no time putting Audrey in a Triangle Choke. She applies pressure. The referee asks Audrey if she wants to tap out, Audrey refuses. After a few seconds, Dan rushes the ring and breaks the hold. Audrey rolls to the side, recovering from the hold, while Heather focuses on Dan. She punches him in the gut and grabs his head, whipping him into the corner. She charged at him with a spear to the stomach, sending him to the bottom rope in a sitting position. She backs up and runs towards him… jumping and connecting with a Bronco Buster!)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD
Alfonso Banks: I have a suspicious feeling that Audrey maaaaaaay try to kill Heather now…
(Heather finished the move and got to her feet, smirking. She turned around and was caught by a devastating clothesline from Audrey! She goes for a pin.)
1… KICKOUT!
(Heather kicked out at a 1. Audrey looked towards Dan, who was now outside the ring gagging looking absolutely disgusted.)
JR Freeman: Poor Dan… he looks like he is going to throw up!
(Audrey slid out of the ring to check on her husband. He had gone to the timekeeper and took their bottle of water, dumping it all over his face and shuddering. He motions for Audrey to get back in the ring as he goes back to his corner.)
Alfonso Banks: Seems that he is ok.
(back in the ring, Alexis gets tagged into the match, looking worse for wear here but she won’t give up. Dan gets tagged into the match as well, and he’s showing battle scars of this match, Dan looks towards Alexis with blood dripping down her face, she begging him to do something and they do! Dan and Alexis start throwing fists at each other like in law’s would do during thanksgiving, all punches connect between both of them. One strike across the nose, turns her nose into a flowing river of red, and that angers Alexis even more. Dan doesn’t care though, he’s trying to find a way to put down Alexis once and for all, and he does, he stomps on her foot, not once but twice! When she falls to one knee, and hits a running knee right into the nose of Alexis.)
Alfonso Banks: Poor Alexis! Her nose just can’t catch a break tonight!
JR Freeman: Ever since Audrey’s assault earlier, her nose appears to be a weak spot. It could be broken, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Could be, but she is persevering through this match. So far...
(Dan looks at Alexis laying on the mat, mostly motionless. He looks up to Heather who was at her corner, trying to scream at Alexis to get up. Dan grinned as he grabbed Alexis by the hair and lifts her to her feet. Heather tries to the rush the ring but is ran off by Audrey as Dan connects Alexis’s head to the mat with a “Hangmans Body Count” - snapmare driver. Her head bounces off the mat! The referee sends Audrey back to her corner. Dan drops for a pinfall.)
1…
2…
3..?? NO!
(Just before the 3 count, Heather had slithered under the bottom rope and pulled Alexis under the ropes and out of the ring. Audrey once more rushes the ring while Heather checks on Alexis outside the ring. The referee begins to count.)
1…
2…
(Alexis comes around and realizes what just happened. She looks panicked for a moment before getting to her feet. She throws her hands in the air and goes to the announcers area and grabs the Titles. She hands one to Heather and points towards the back. She can be overheard saying “FUCK THIS! IM DONE!”)
3…
4…
5…
JR Freeman: I think the Champions are taking their belts and going home!
Alfonso Banks: They had enough! If Heather hadn’t gotten Alexis out of there, we would be crowning new champions right now. Alexis and Heather are in pure survival mode
JR Freeman: That’s a cheap way to retain your belts… but effective for tonight I guess.
6…
7…
(Alexis and Heather are at the top of the ramp, Audrey and Dan are in the ring watching while shaking their heads.)
8…
9…
(Alexis and Heather take one last look back towards Dan and Audrey before disappearing behind the curtain.)
10!
Meg Reynolds: And your winners by countout… DAN AND AUDREY RUSSOW! However, still your PWS: APEX Tag Team Champions… THE VIXENS OF PAIN!
(In the ring, the referee raises Dan and Audrey’s arms in victory as they look rather irritated before the cameras cut)
WINNERS - DAN AND AUDREY RUSSOW VIA COUNTOUT
PWS: APEX presents DESTINY
Tuesday, May 4, 2021
PWS Arena - New York, NY
(The cameras cut to the back after the Destiny commercial to the back where Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze are booking it out of the arena. They turn a corner and bump right into Claire Anderson.)
Claire Anderson: Uh…can we get some comments on what that was all about?
Heather Haze: No! Get the hell out of our way!
Alexis Makarios: Those psycho’s could be on our tail!
(Alexis and Heather shove past Claire and disappear into the parking lot where a car could be heard starting and peeling out.)
Claire Anderson: Uhhhh… ok that’s different…
(The cameras cut back to ringside.)
Claire Anderson: Uh…can we get some comments on what that was all about?
Heather Haze: No! Get the hell out of our way!
Alexis Makarios: Those psycho’s could be on our tail!
(Alexis and Heather shove past Claire and disappear into the parking lot where a car could be heard starting and peeling out.)
Claire Anderson: Uhhhh… ok that’s different…
(The cameras cut back to ringside.)
Main Event
PWS: APEX World Championship/color]
Triple Threat Match
Mack McKane (c) vs. Malachi vs Sierra Williams
JR Freeman: This is it, ladies and gentlemen, the moment we’ve all been waiting for! The PWS: Apex World Championship Triple Threat Match, pitting Mack McKane against challengers Malachi and Sierra Williams!
Alfonso Banks: McKane has been undefeated so far in his PWS: Apex career, and we’ve seen both of these competitors try to topple him in the past but come up short. Can anything change tonight, or is the champion starting down the road to Destiny with an unblemished record?
JR Freeman: It’s hard to say, Al; both challengers are bringing their A-game tonight, I think it’ll be a hard fought match on all fronts.
(The announcers are interrupted by the sound of ring announcer Meg Reynolds’ dulcet tones.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the PWS: Apex WOOOOOOORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
( “Blood/Water” by Grandson beginning to lilt out over the speakers. Slowly, as the song begins to pick up, Malachi walks out onto the stage, nose turned up disdainfully. Even with the reduced-size, socially-distanced crowd the chorus of boos that meets him is deafening.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first; from Waterford, Ireland; weighing in at 180 lbs., MALACHI!
(As he begins to make his way down the ramp, Malachi glares around at the small audience, his face a mask of malice and unadulterated hatred.)
JR Freeman: Here is a man who’s made no secret how he feels about the PWS: Apex audience in the past. Certainly, Malachi does not seem to be here tonight with the goal of making friends.
Alfonso Banks: And what’s wrong with that? He knows what he wants, and he’s focused on obtaining it. That’s just ambition, JR, not that YOU’D know anything about it.
(Malachi ascends the steps deliberately, moving with a sense of purpose as he steps through the ropes and fires his arms out to either side of his body, letting out a primal scream of fury as he does. The Irishman then begins to pace the ring from end to end as his music slowly dies down, being replaced with the sounds of Eminem’s “Go to Sleep”.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent; from Calgary, Alberta, Canada; weighing in at 135 lbs.; SIERRA WIIIIIIIILIAAAAAAMS!
JR Freeman: If you thought Malachi was dedicated, here comes a woman with arguably even MORE riding on this tonight than just the World Title belt.
Alfonso Banks: You’re damn right, JR. Williams is coming off a huge loss to Mack McKane back at Crusade, and she wasn’t even supposed to be IN this match until the meddling of Laura Phoenix back on Riot a few weeks ago.
JR Freeman: Just remember that ‘meddler’ is one of your bosses, Alf. But I see your point; you’ve got to figure Sierra Williams has her pride wrapped up in this match as well.
Alfonso Banks: Even more than her pride, I think she’s trying to prove herself tonight. Show everyone that she deserves to be here.
(There may indeed be some truth to this, as Sierra looks deadly serious as she makes her way to the ring, her eyes glaring steel daggers from behind the black bandana shrouding her face. She wastes little time getting to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope with no fanfare. Once inside she moves to the corner to test the ropes before stretching with some lunges, limbering up for the contest to come. Malachi and Sierra both move to the outside, then, staring each other down as the lights slowly dim. In the blackness, a moment passes before a familiar phrase blares over the speakers:)
“...ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!”
(If the boos for Malachi and Sierra had been deafening, the only word to describe the pop that the World Champion receives is “legendary”. The arena comes alive as the lights turn red and “Nihilist” by Architects begins to blare over the speakers, and as the man himself slowly rises from the middle of the entrance stage, they practically blow the roof off. McKane cranes his neck to look around at all the socially-distanced, responsible crowd, flipping his butterfly knife open and shut as he saunters his way leisurely down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: And introducing last, but certainly not least; he is your PWS: Apex World Champion; from Camden Town in the UK; MACK, “THE KNIFE”, MCCCCCCCCCCCKAAAAAAAANE!
Alfonso Banks: And here he is, the man himself. The as yet undefeated PWS: Apex World Champion!
JR Freeman: Clearly the odds-on favourite for this one, Al, if the crowd’s reaction can be believed.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, don’t listen to those braindead idiots, JR! They wouldn’t know good wrestling if it slapped them in their toothless faces with a steel folding chair!
JR Freeman: Maybe not, Al, but they sure aren’t shy about letting us know what they like.
(The thunderous drum of applause for McKane continues as he slides in beneath the bottom rope, as Sierra did, but unlike the challenger he flips up into an “Indian-style” seated position...and immediately takes a knee to the back of the head from Malachi, who slides back into the ring! The referee calls for the bell as the lights go back to normal, and this one is on!)
(Starting off strong, Williams and Malachi don’t allow the champion a moment to even get his jacket off before they start laying into him with kicks and stomps, clearly displaying the vicious determination to win they both share. As Mack rolls out of the ring for protection, Sierra grabs the World Title belt and unclasps it, hoisting it high above her head as she stares Malachi in the eyes, getting in his face and trash-talking as the Irishman simply shakes his head. Sierra points to the belt and then points to herself, and Malachi simply smirks and shows he has no patience for showboating by pushing Williams roughly with both hands. She lets the belt drop to retaliate with a push of her own, and soon the two are trading elbows in the middle of the ring, as the diligent ref gets the belt out of harm’s way.)
(Sierra and Malachi continue their exchange, and despite the massive size advantage of the middle child of the O’Connell family, due to sheer tenacity Williams is able to take the upper hand. She harries the larger Irishman with rapid-fire rights and lefts, sending him reeling on his backfoot before disrupting her opposition’s balance with a vicious stiff kick to the left knee. She then gets a running start and bounces off the ropes for a Running Single-Leg Dropkick, but Malachi is able to catch her in mid-air as she does. He wastes no time capitalizing, dropping Sierra to the mat with a snap Vertical Suplex. He then immediately follows it up with a Double Foot Stomp to the Canadian’s midsection, causing her to writhe on the mat in pain. Malachi turns and begins circling Sierra like a predatory animal, sizing up what he’s going to do to her next, but his thoughts are interrupted by a Rolling Elbow to the back of the head by Mack McKane! The champion returns triumphantly into the fray, now sans mask and jacket and ready for battle. Mack immediately begins laying into Malachi with Muay Thai elbows, keeping up the pressure and driving him into the corner before grabbing a handful of hair and slamming his head repeatedly against the top turnbuckle pad with sadistic glee. The referee interjects and Mack grabs Malachi by hooking his eye sockets, wrenching his head back viciously with a reverse eye-rake. Malachi falls to his knees and turns around, sitting in the corner and clutching his face as he recuperates. Mack simply grins a playfully sadistic grin as he moves to follow up, but Sierra Williams is back to her feet now and she runs along the top rope towards the champion, leaping off and catching him with a Slingblade, sending McKane to the mat!)
JR Freeman: Oh, a hell of a move there by Williams! Really showcasing her athleticism.
Alfonso Banks: The people’s chump better learn to watch his back or this one may be over quicker than we thought!
(Sierra Williams takes advantage of this moment of weakness for both of her competitors, sprinting towards the seated form of Malachi to nail him with a Corner Hesitation Dropkick! In one smooth, fluid motion she then pulls herself onto the top rope in a single bound, before leaping off to nail a picture-perfect Air Canada moonsault on the downed Mack McKane! Sierra covers…)
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: What a combination there from Sierra Williams! I’m sure that was much closer than Mack McKane OR this crowd wanted it to be.
Alfonso Banks: You’re damn right, JR, she nearly had him!
(Sierra pounds the mat angrily as she and Mack return to their feet, locking up with the still-woozy champion and looking for a Hip Toss, but McKane uses his size to keep Sierra planted, firing a stiff knee into her solar plexus. The Canadian doubles over and Mack hooks his arm around her neck and the other around one leg, dropping her to the mat with a powerful Suplex. Instead of letting go, though, he keeps ahold, rolling through to lift her for a second one. Before he can complete the Three Amigos, though, Malachi grabs the champion by the shoulders and drops BOTH his opponents with one single Lungblower! Invigorated by the comeback, he takes a moment to stand in the middle of the ring and throw his arms out to their sides again, letting out a primal scream before grabbing the champion’s head and slamming it into the mat repeatedly, vengeance for his own brutal treatment earlier. He then rolls Mack over and goes for a cover himself…)
1…
KICKOUT!
(Nodding in amusement as much as frustration, Malachi begins to return to his feet, grabbing a tight handful of Mack McKane’s signature fringe and pulling the World Champion up along with him. As soon as they’re both vertical he lays out Mack “The Knife” again with a vicious Standing Uranage, followed up immediately by a Standing Moonsault and goes for the cover again.)
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: Damn, barely a two there for poor Malachi, trying to put this one away early. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks Mack’s gonna go down without a fight, though.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe he should, if he knows what’s good for him. Bow out gracefully on top, save yourself the pain and the humiliation!
JR Freeman: Mack McKane is certainly no stranger to pain, I think it’ll take much more than that to put the champion away.
(It seems Malachi is getting that message as well, but before he can follow up again he’s got Sierra Williams to contend with, who immediately begins chopping away at Malachi’s left leg with stiff Tae Kwondo kicks. Malachi tries to counter by getting in close enough for a grab, but Sierra uses her quickness to duck and dip around his arms, adopting a very “hit and run” strategy to her advantage. After a few stiff shots to the knee and calf of Malachi, Sierra runs in the opposite direction, finally taking the leg out from under him with a targeted Running Single-Leg Dropkick. The Irishman drops to one knee, clutching at his leg with a pained expression, and Sierra takes full advantage by planting him with a DDT. She holds on, however, and leverages the move into an Arm-Trap Guillotine Choke, completing the Click Click Boom! Malachi struggles and thrashes around in the choke, striking at Sierra with his free arm and trying to manoeuvre his way out, but she only locks it tighter in response. The referee tends to the lockup and asks Malachi if he quits, to which the Irishman spits an emphatic.)
Malachi: FUCK YOU!
(Malachi continues to struggle, using his weight advantage to pull Sierra toward the ropes, but she fights back with an elbow to the side of his head to kill his momentum. Sierra continues to wrench violently on the Guillotine choke, and Malachi begins to lose steam, fading in the hold, when suddenly both competitors are absolutely blindsided by a flying Mack McKane, who knocks them both senseless with a Diving Double Stomp he calls the Type O-Negative!)
JR Freeman: Oh! McKane from out of nowhere with the Type O-Negative, I don’t think either Williams OR Malachi saw that coming!
Alfonso Banks: Well if they did, they certainly need to check their reaction time, JR. That was BRUTAL!
(The champion grins and taps the side of his head as he gets to his feet, clearly quite pleased with himself, as the fans explode with applause at the comeback. He takes a moment to bask in their adulation before making his way over to his two fallen opponents, now conveniently only a few steps away from the ropes. He looks over the two and makes a show of puzzling out who he’s going to pick, placing a hand on his chin and stroking an imaginary beard as if he’s thinking, netting some laughter from the socially-distanced fans. As he showboats only briefly, Malachi manages to roll out of the ring, so McKane shrugs and sets up Sierra by trying to force her mouth open and place her teeth around the bottom rope. The Champion manages to get her in position, then takes a running start for Ambien Alley...but Sierra manages just enough wherewithal to roll herself out of harm’s way! McKane frowns an exaggerated frown and places his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looks down at Williams. He kneels down so he’s closer to her level and shakes his head again, playfully slapping Sierra’s face a few times as he scolds her.)
Mack McKane: Naughty girl, naughty naughty…
(With a sadistic grin and a gleam in his eyes, McKane then bends forward to bite down on Sierra’s forehead! The referee shouts and tries to warn him off, but the champion won’t let go, prompting a count. Once again he releases at four, and Sierra covers her face with both hands as she rolls around on the mat in pain. Smirking at his handiwork, the champ then turns his attention to Malachi on the outside, who’s just now beginning to get to his feet. With the same glimmer of sadistic mischief from mere moments ago, Mack McKane climbs to the top rope and succeeds where Jack Russow failed four weeks prior, dropping Malachi with a brutal Diving Bicycle Kick to the outside! The crowd goes wild as Mack gets back to his feet, encouraging their cheers with some hand gestures before finding a corner of one of the ringside mats and prying it up, exposing the concrete floor below.)
JR Freeman: Uh-oh, I don’t like where this is headed. The champion’s got that wild look in his eyes.
Alfonso Banks: Why is the referee allowing this? She ought to ring the damn bell right now!
(Sure enough, while the bell may not be rung, the referee DOES lean out of the ring to yell at Mack to stop doing what he’s doing, but the World Champion simply ignores her and answers with a backhanded, two-fingered gesture generally understood in the United Kingdom. He lifts Malachi back to his feet now, hooking his neck right over the exposed area of concrete, likely looking for the O-Positive jumping DDT, but before he can hit it Sierra Williams returns to a vertical base and explodes out of the ring with a Suicide Dive, taking Mack and Malachi to the floor!)
JR Freeman: And Williams NAILS Mack and Malachi, everyone goes down! IT may end up working out in the champion’s favour, though, since he will not lose his title in the event of a count-out.
Alfonso Banks: If Sierra Williams and Malachi are smart, they’ll try to get the action back in the ring as soon as humanly possible.
(None of the three competitors seems to be in the shape to do so at the moment, however, as the trio lie on the exposed concrete next to the audience barricade, writhing in pain and clutching their various body parts in a heap. The referee waits a moment to ensure everyone’s truly down before she starts the count.)
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JR Freeman: This group really needs to get a move-on if any of them wants to walk away with the title tonight.
Alfonso Banks: It must be more than Texas freezing over this week, JR, because for once I completely agree with you. This is NOT a good situation for our competitors to be in!
(Finally, after several uncomfortably long seconds, the group begins to stir. Malachi is the one who reaches his feet first, and he grabs Mack McKane by the hair and slides him underneath the bottom rope, before following suit himself. Both men start to return to their feet at the same time, perhaps a little wobbly, and an exchange of elbows starts in the middle of the ring. Malachi fires first, with a resounding “BOO!” as his blow connects, but then Mack responds with an elbow of his own, netting a “YAY!” in response. This continues for some time, this back-and-forth of “BOO!” and “YAY!” respectively, before Malachi begins to take the upper hand, nailing three “BOO!” elbows in a row, directly to the champion’s forehead. As McKane reels from this assault, Malachi drops him with a snap Superkick. Not one to waste an opportunity, the angry Irishman immediately capitalizes by lifting McKane by the hair and pulling him into position with his head between Malachi’s legs, looking for The Hair Trigger! He hooks both of Mack McKane’s arms and lifts him up, but before he can nail the Package Piledriver, Sierra Williams darts into the ring and shoots the back of his left knee out from under him with a desperate diving/running Forearm! As the two men go down, Williams immediately kips up, seizing that same left leg of Malachi and dragging him over to the turnbuckle. She drops down out of the ring once more, pulling Malachi into position so his lower leg is hanging out of the ring, then she VIOLENTLY smashes the Irishman’s knee into the steel turnbuckle rod! A chorus of boos rains down on Sierra Williams’ head from the fans, audible even through their masks, but she simply smirks and basks in it before repeating her action, bouncing Malachi’s knee off the turnbuckle rod again!)
JR Freeman: Oh my God, what a sickening display by Sierra Williams here! He was already down, this is downright unsportsmanlike!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know, JR, I think it’s a pretty good strategy. She’s been targeting that knee all night, making it harder for Malachi to lift enough weight to hit either of his finishers.
JR Freeman: I suppose she’s also softening him up for her Sharpshooter later in the night...alright, I concede it may be a sound strategy, but that doesn’t make it any less deplorable!
Alfonso Banks: Call it what you want, JR, I think it’s absolute wrestling brilliance on the part of Sierra.
(Seemingly content with Malachi for the moment, Sierra grins a wicked grin as she rolls back into the ring, dashing towards the slowly-rising form of Mack McKane - now on his knees - and sending him right back down to the mat with a Shining Wizard. She then grabs the champion’s right arm, the fans immediately beginning to boo because they can see where this is going, and drags him over to the opposite turnbuckle post to Malachi. She grabs McKane’s arm in both hands and rears back to smash it into the turnbuckle post, but The Knife reverses with a brutal Eye Rake, sending Sierra reeling. As she stumbles from the attack, McKane slides out of the ring right after her and grips Sierra’s head in both of his hands, bouncing her face-first off the steel turnbuckle post! She falls to the floor and he laughs a playfully sardonic laugh, sliding back into the ring and approaching the still writhing body of Malachi, who’s clutching desperately at his injured knee after Sierra Williams’ assault. McKane grins down at his fallen foe, wagging a finger and clicking his tongue mockingly before he lifts his body into position for the Blood Eagle. Moving a smidgeon away from the ropes, he swings the Irishman ‘round...and he nails it, planting him to the mat!)
JR Freeman: BLOOD EAGLE! BLOOD EAGLE! THIS ONE MUST BE OVER!
Alfonso Banks: Dammit, no! This can’t be happening!
(Following his brutal, perfectly-executed finisher, Mack goes for the pin…)
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(McKane looks LIVID as he glares at Sierra Williams. He immediately rolls to his feet and gets directly in her face, trying to bully her with his immense size advantage.)
Mac McKane: I fuckin’ had that! I BLOODY HAD IT, YOU MEDDLING TWAT!
(McKane continues to put the heat on Williams, shouting obscenities at her and smacking her in the face, but she doesn’t back down an inch, and even Headbutts the champion directly in the teeth for his troubles! McKane reels back, clutching at his mouth as a steady trickle of red begins to pool through his fingers, and Sierra answers by taking him to the mat with a Standing Hurricanrana. McKane rolls through and sits up almost immediately, managing to climb to one knee, but Sierra clocks it and floors him again with ANOTHER Shining Wizard! Shen then takes a moment to size up her opponents and decides on Malachi, grabbing him by the legs and locking in the Sharpshooter.)
JR Freeman: Oh, here it is folks, the Sharpshooter! How will Malachi fare with all the damage that’s been done to his leg so far?
Alfonso Banks: Time will tell, JR, but now I think we’ll start to see Sierra’s strategy paying off.
(It certainly seems to be the case, at least at first, as Malachi struggles and cries out in pain, shaking his head and pounding his fists on the mat in frustration. He tries to reach for Sierra as she twists the hold tighter, putting pressure on that knee she’s been targeting all night. The referee again asks Malachi if he gives up, and receives a wad of spit directly in her eye for the trouble. Fighting valiantly against the hold but unable to break free, Malachi’s only chance is to fight for the ropes, and - displaying tremendous power and core strength - the Irishman manages to push himself up onto his hands and walk Sierra over to the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom one and clinging for dear life. Williams initially refuses to break the hold, just wrenching on his legs harder, but as the referee begins to count she thinks better of her decision and honours the rope break at three. Sierra looks visibly frustrated at this, shaking her head and smacking the top rope angrily, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it too long before she’s got the World Champion to deal with again. As soon as Sierra turns around, McKane nails her with a Superkick, sending her sprawling to the mat! He grins a twisted grin, blood flowing from his teeth and onto his chin, which only seems to invigorate the champion. He nods several times, waiting for Sierra to get back to her feet...before flooring her AGAIN with the Roundhouse Kick called Witness Me! The crowd pops again as their hero surveys his two fallen foes, taking hold of Sierra’s arm and helping her to her feet again.)
JR Freeman: Oh, this looks familiar...could this be it?
Alfonso Banks: No, dammit! No!
(Despite Alfonso’s pleading, it DOES in fact happen; Mack McKane pulls Sierra to her feet, still holding her arm, which he then pivots around and uses as the ripcord into his finisher, the Memento Mori! He follows it with a cover, and…)
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(The audience is stunned, showering the ring with boos, and the announcers can’t believe it either.)
Alfonso Banks: SHE KICKED OUT! SIERRA WILLIAMS HAS JUST KICKED OUT OF MEMENTO MORI!
JR Freeman: I can hardly believe it either, Al! Truly, we’re seeing history being made here tonight.
(For his part, McKane looks positively flabbergasted. His face plays through emotions, from shock to outrage to begrudging admiration all the way back to outrage again, and he slams on the mat before arguing with the referee.)
Mack McKane: Come on, luv! That HAD to be a bloody three count, innit?!
(The referee assures the champion that it WAS, in fact, only two. He growls in frustration and spits blood onto the mat, taking hold of Sierra’s limp, barely-moving form and hoisting her up again, looking for another Blood Eagle, but this one is broken up before he has a chance to go through with it by a stiff right hand from Malachi. The O’Connell middle-child is somewhat hobbled, very slightly favouring his left leg, but in a true testament to his constitution he powers through the pain, standing to confront McKane face to face. Or, I suppose face-to-shoulder would be more appropriate, since McKane’s got several inches on him. The two square up for one tense moment, talking smack in one another’s faces, before Malachi makes the first move and whips McKane into the ropes, following it up with a Japanese Arm-Drag. The champ reaches his feet immediately, though, and answers the move with another attempt at his Witness Me! Roundhouse. However, Malachi manages to duck the move and respond with a Corkscrew Roundhouse of his own, sending the champ to the mat again. As Mack hits the canvas, Malachi immediately begins hitting him with stomps and low kicks, keeping the champion on the defensive. At this point, Sierra has come to as well, and she sprints towards Malachi. He fires a spinning back-elbow at her as she moves but Sierra ducks underneath it, maintaining her momentum as she hits the opposite ropes, leaping up to springboard off into another beautiful Hurricanrana! The crowd can’t help but applaud this display of athleticism, but Sierra pays it no mind, totally focused on her goal.)
JR Freeman: Sierra Williams is moving like a woman possessed tonight, Al. I think this might be the most sheerly determined we’ve ever seen her.
Alfonso Banks: Well, you said it earlier, JR; Sierra’s got a lot riding on this match. It’s not just about the belt, it’s about redemption.
(It seems this is on Sierra’s mind as well, since rather than playing to the crowd for a moment she instead gets immediately to work, grabbing the legs of Malachi again for another Sharpshooter. This time the Irishman’s not quite as out of it as he had been, though, and he’s able to fire off some kicks to fight her off. He begins to get to his feet, then, as Mack McKane does the same, the three competitors facing off in the middle of the ring. McKane starts the exchange by firing an elbow at Sierra, then at Malachi, then Sierra, then Malachi, then Sierra, all as he gradually grows to a more and more vertical base...until Malachi and Sierra start to fire back with elbows of their own. Malachi elbows McKane (BOO!), Sierra elbows Malachi (a solidly mixed reaction, surprisingly), McKane elbows Sierra (YAY!), Sierra elbows McKane (BOO!); the three go back and forth and back and forth this way for a long few moments before McKane and Malachi look at each other, then look at Sierra...and nail the proud Canadian with a surprise Double Superkick! Their alliance is quite short-lived, though, as the two men immediately go back to trading elbows after she’s laid out, with Malachi gaining the upper hand thanks to McKane’s bleeding mouth, which by now has stained the mat AND his enemies with crimson.)
JR Freeman: A truly tenacious exchange we’re witnessing here, Al; it could be that we’re seeing these wrestlers getting their second wind.
Alfonso Banks: We’ll see about that, JR, Malachi DOES still look to be favouring that left leg more than a little bit.
(It’s true, but the challenger doesn’t let that stop him. As he takes advantage over McKane in the trading of the elbows, he capitalizes by pulling the champion into a snap Vertical Suplex, which he immediately follows up by lifting him again for a second one. Malachi smirks to himself as he lifts the champion a third time, and plants him with ANOTHER Backdrop Suplex, for his own stolen version of McKane’s Three Amigos Suplex trilogy! Malachi stands and basks in the crowd’s booing, now, a disdainful smirk across his face as he stretches out his arms, making “come here” motions with both hands, daring fans to boo him harder. They are only too happy to oblige, as Malachi returns to the fallen body of Mack McKane and lifts him one more time, this time not into Suplex position but into a Fireman’s carry, setting up for his finisher, Pure Malice! As he moves the much-heavier champion into position, though, that left knee DOES give way...however, Malachi is able to power through it and keep McKane up on his shoulders even as he drops to one knee. Inhaling sharply and steeling his nerves, though, he forces himself back onto two feet (accompanied by a scream of rage and pain in the process), and swings McKane forward to plant him on the mat with PURE! MALIIIIICE! Unfortunately, the nagging damage he’s been building up and the sheer effort of powering through that pain has taken a lot out of the Irishman, so he doesn’t go for the cover immediately. There’s a period where both men simply lie on the mat, breathing heavily, before finally Malachi manages to drape one arm over McKane’s chest.)
Alfonso Banks: Here we go, this has to be it…
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t be so sure.
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(Slowly, exhausted, Malachi rolls off of Mack as the referee acknowledges the break, and he simply lies there for another moment before attempting to get to his feet. By now, however, Sierra Williams has shaken off her double-team move from earlier and she’s returned to the ring as well, crouching in one corner and just waiting for either man to get up, sizing up her target. Sure enough, as Malachi finds enough energy to get himself to just one knee, Sierra runs forward and CLOCKS him with the Nova Bomb! She kips back up afterwards, though, and - not content to stop at one - lifts Malachi to his knees again and bounces off the ropes to nail ANOTHER Nova Bomb! The Irishman’s eyes roll back in his skull as he hits the mat again, rolling out of the ring almost on instinct and collapsing to the floor. Sierra watches him go and smirks a self-satisfied smirk as she turns her attention to McKane. The champion is in no shape to fight back, still reeling from the devastating finisher he’s just taken, but as he rolls groggily onto one side he feels Sierra taking hold of the champions signature fringe as she helps him to his knees, holding onto the ropes for support. In his somewhat out-of-it state McKane doesn’t question this, which he comes to regret when Sierra gets a running start and nails HIM with the Nova Bomb as well!)
JR Freeman: Damn, three Nova Bombs in a row, Sierra Williams is cleaning house!
Alfonso Banks: She is indeed, JR, but it doesn’t look like she’s stopping there!
(Banks is absolutely right, as Sierra’s smirk widens into a devilish, eager grin. She eyes Mack McKane and Malachi both lying prone, the former inside the ring and the latter on the floor below, and she strides confidently towards the body of Mack McKane who she lifts off of the ground again...only to plant him with the Calgary Cutter! Sierra covers and…)
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3! IT’S OVER! SIERRA WILLIAMS IS THE NEW PWS: APEX WORLD CHAMPION!
JR Freeman: MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! SIERRA WILLIAMS JUST PINNED MACK MCKANE! THE UNDEFEATED STREAK IS OVER!
Alfonso Banks: I...I’m speechless, JR! Absolutely speechless!
JR Freeman: Well, all three competitors truly brought their A-game today; they fought valiantly, but in the end it just wasn’t enough to match Williams’ sheer, raw determination.”
Alfonso Banks: You know, JR, a little loss is a powerful thing. Sometimes it takes failure and humiliation to truly push us to be our best.
JR Freeman: Wow, Alf, I’ve gotta say, that was almost...inspiring.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. It’s just a historic night, that’s all.
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner and NEW PWS: Apex WOOOOORLD CHAMPION, SIERRRRRRRA WILLLLLLLLIAAAAAAAAMS!
(The announcers continue their banter as Sierra Williams celebrates in the ring, audibly whooping with joy as she gets back to her feet. The referee starts to hand her the title, but Mack McKane is sitting up, and waves him off. Mack gets to his feet, and takes the title belt from the referee.)
Alfonso Banks: What’s he doing?
JR Freeman: I don’t know.
(Mack looks at the title for a moment, before folding the straps underneath it, and holding it out to present to Sierra. Sierra hesitates for a second, but sees that Mack is being genuine, as he congratulates her on her victory. Sierra takes the title and drapes it over her shoulder. Mack shares a few words with Sierra, before raising her hand.)
JR Freeman: A great show of respect from McKane, there.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, even he can admit that tonight belongs to Sierra. She put in one hell of a showing tonight, and this victory is much deserved.
(Mack exits out of the ring, as Sierra celebrates inside. Mack walks around the ring, kneeling down by Malachi on the floor, before getting back up and looking out at the crowd, as he starts to make his way up the ramp. In the ring, Sierra climbs the turnbuckle and raises the title high in the air, as the fans give her a mixed reaction, with mostly cheers of respect. The camera cuts back to Mack, who has made his way to the top of the stage, as he looks out at the crowd, overseeing the entire situation.)
JR Freeman: You have to wonder what’s going through the former champ’s mind. The heartbreak of this momentous loss has to be setting in with him now.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but he’s doing the right thing, and letting Sierra have her moment.
(Mack nods his head to the crowd, before taking a bow, and heading his way behind the curtains. The camera cuts back to in the ring, Sierra makes a lap of the ring holding the belt high above her head, before leaping up onto the turnbuckle, facing the audience, and raising it again with both hands. To the surprise of everyone, she seems to net a solidly mixed reaction from the crowd during her celebration, perhaps having earned some of their respect with her showing tonight. Sierra jumps down from the turnbuckle and slings the title over her shoulder, slapping the faceplate twice before pointing to herself and mouthing “THIS IS MINE! I EARNED THIS!”)
JR Freeman: You can tell Sierra is letting the moment sink in. You can’t argue that she doesn’t deserve her moment in the spotlight after tonight.
Alfonso Banks: She has managed to do what many thought was impossible. She has dethroned the mighty Mack McKane. She earned every bit of this moment. Though, nothing can be taken away from Malachi or Mack. Tonight was just Sierra’s night.
(The final shot of the show has Sierra on top of the turnbuckle, raising he championship high in the air.)
JR Freeman: Congratulations to Sierra Williams, our NEW PWS: APEX World Champion! That’s all the time we have for tonight. We hope you all enjoyed the show, as we are now officially on the road to Destiny! We’ll see you in a couple weeks at Riot! Goodnight everybody!
WINNER AND NEW PWS: APEX WORLD CHAMPION - SIERRA WILLIAMS
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