Post by Star Stormz on May 26, 2021 3:18:39 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT
Tuesday, May 25, 2021
LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the opening video package for RIOT airs, set to “Trials” by Starset. After the video package finishes, it leads into PWS Arena, where the fans are cheering, and we are greeted by JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Hello! And good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to PWS: APEX RIOT!
Alfonso Banks: Welcome to allllllll the Destiny fallout! Tonight’s gonna be big!
JR Freeman: Tonight, we will see some great action, topped off by a HUGE main event, as the winner of the Destination NEXT Ladder Match, Mike Hawk, goes one on one with the PWS: APEX World Heavyweight Champion, Sierra Williams.
Alfonso Banks: We’re also scheduled to hear from our United Champion, Nick Madison.
JR Freeman: Don’t forget about our NEW PWS: APEX Tag Team Champions, the Russows.
Alfonso Banks: Honestly, I was trying to.
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen we've gotten word that the legendary Hall of Famer Chaz Holiday will be here LIVE for the first time in years to address the situation with himself and Tyson Sykes. These two have had a unique rivalry that started off as an innocent Twitter exchange, but turned very personal very quickly. Tyson Sykes is unable to be here due to injuries, but I can't wait to hear what Chaz has to say!
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out.)
Alfonso Banks: The power go out already?
(The tron illuminates, as we see the final moments to the Tag Title match at Destiny. The final shot is of Dan and Audrey holding the titles high, as the screen bleeds to white, with a high pitch, that turns into the opening to “Immortals” by Fall Out Boy. When the song starts, “The Russows” fades up onto the screen, as the fans cheer. After a moment, we see Audrey Russow jump out onto the stage, hyped up as she jumps around on the stage. Daniel Russow comes out next, a bit more grounded, but still swaying and smiling as they stand at the top of the stage and hold their title belts up high, as pyro explodes.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEWWW PWS: APEX Tag Team Champions, Daniel and Audrey, The Russows!
(The fans cheer once more, as Daniel and Audrey make their way down the ramp.)
JR Freeman: Well, I guess we are starting things off with our tag champs, and as Dan said on Twitter this week, they have debuted a new entrance theme.
Alfonso Banks: Sounds familiar.
JR Freeman: Shush you.
(Dan and Audrey make it to the ring, as Dan gets up on the apron and lowers the middle rope for Audrey to get in the ring. She gets in, and Dan gets in after her. They walk over to the turnbuckles and climb up, posing for the crowd, before Dan gets two microphones and hands one to Audrey, as their music fades. Audrey goes to speak, but Dan stops her, taking a second, before taking a deep breath.)
Daniel Russow: AND NEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
(They both hold up their titles as Audrey laughs.)
Audrey Russow: I gotta say...it felt GREAT! It was a great moment, and to become the first husband and wife tag champs in PWS: APEX, sounds great as well.
Daniel Russow: Just consider us like Caesar, we came, we saw, we conquered.
Audrey Russow: Easy killer. Tonight is a night of celebration, but we know the party won’t last for long, as we have to focus on our next task, that being the team of Jenn and Madison Carpenter.
Daniel Russow: Ahhh yes, the Sisters Carpenter. Haven’t done much here, but it shall be a good test come Rise to Glory.
Audrey Russow: Uhhh…
Daniel Russow: What?
Audrey Russow: I don’t think we were supposed to say the name of the next pay-per-view…
Daniel Russow: What they gonna do? Fire me?
Audrey Russow: They might…
Daniel Russow: Riiiiiiiiiight.
Audrey Russow: Annnnnnyway….Madison and Jenn, don’t mistake our celebrating for not taking you seriously. We will be watching very closely on the road to our match, learning everything we can about you. Just know, you’re in for one hell of a fight. Let’s just...can we try to keep this one respectful?
(Audrey gives Dan a look.)
Daniel Russow: ...What?
Audrey Russow: I said can we keep this one respectful…
Daniel Russow: But where’s the fun in that?
Audrey Russow: Daniel…
Daniel Russow: Fiiiiiiine…
Audrey Russow: Right. Alright, we’re gonna go celebrate some more with our daughter, hope you enjoy the show. Say goodnight Gracie.
Daniel Russow: I’m not Gracie, she’s a bitch.
Audrey Russow: DANIEL!
Daniel Russow: WHAT!?
Audrey Russow: Let’s go.
(They drop the microphones, as their music plays, as we cut to JR and Alf.)
Alfonso Banks: Daniel Russow is a headache.
JR Freeman: He’s definitely a….loose cannon. But yes, as he happened to drop there, we will be back on pay-per-view on July 27 for Rise to Glory. One match we know that will be taking place is the battle for the Tag Team Championships between the Russows and the Carpenters. I’m sure we’ll have more matches added in the weeks to come, so stay tuned.
Alfonso Banks: I will say it is good to see these old PWS pay-per-views getting another chance to shine.
JR Freeman: Agreed, but right now it’s time for our first match of the night, as newcomer Matthew Paul is taking on Travis Ryan.
(The camera cuts back to the ring.)
Singles Match
Matthew Paul vs. Travis Ryan
(This one starts off definitively, with Travis Ryan exploding out of the corner for a Hurricanrana, but the King of the Indies catches him with a stiff Spinebuster. From there, it’s easy for the King to live up to his namesake, piling on the punishment and clearly working through some frustrations from his embarrassing role at Destiny. He lays into Travis Ryan with stiff strikes and suplexes, never allowing the high-flyer to stay on his feet long enough to mount a comeback. Ryan almost manages some kind of offensive when he’s able to fight his way out of a Suplex attempt and drop the King of Stroke with a Dropkick, but as he climbs to the top and leaps off, Paul is able to get his knees up. Travis Ryan collapses to the mat, gripping his midsection as the Man in Black returns to his feet with a self-satisfied smirk, locking in the No More Words! Ryan taps, this one’s over!)
Winner - MATTHEW PAUL
(The cameras cut to the side employee entrance as the door flies open and Violet Amelia Holt can be seen stepping over the threshold. She walks past a few members of security as Stacy bounces right in front of her.)
Stacy O'Brien: Hi Violet
(Violet blows past the woman as Stacy’s jaw drops before following after her.)
Stacy O'Brien: Excuse me.
(Stacy politely taps her finger onto Violet’s shoulder. This causes Violet to stop in her tracks and look over her shoulder at Stacy.)
Violet Holt: Leave me alone!
Stacy O'Brien: I just wanted to tell you that it’s gre.....
(Violet cuts Stacy off as she grabs the poor woman by the head and slams her right into the wall. She shakes her head before continuing down the hallway.)
(The cameras cut to the back where Heather Haze walking down the hall briskly… with purpose. She gets to the locker room designated “Vixens of Pain”. She goes to open the door, but it is mysteriously locked. She wiggled the lock a bit, but heard noises coming from inside.)
Heather Haze: Lexi? Are you in there?
(She heard footsteps from inside the locker room. Under the door you could see a slight shadow going back and forth… as if some one were pacing side to side. Heather knocked on the door again.)
Heather Haze: Alexis… You’re scaring me. Let me in.
(The footsteps stopped and Alexis’s voice was heard within the locker room.)
Alexis Makarios: Go… away…
Heather Haze: Not gonna happen, girly. We are a team, you and I. Something is wrong, talk to me?
Alexis Makarios: I SAID… GO AWAY
Heather Haze: Girl… we can’t let them win. They clearly cheated! We can go over David’s head! We can go to the board! We can appeal! We still have options!!!
(Heather paused as she heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door swings open and there stood Alexis. Her hair disheveled, looked like she had been clenching it repeatedly in her hands. Her face seemed flushed, and her eyes seemed rather blank. She looked right at Heather.)
Alexis Makarios: Just… go away. It’s over. There’s nothing more we can do.
(She starts to close the door, but Heather puts her foot in the way preventing it)
Heather Haze: There’s ALWAYS more we can do! Always an option. Lexi, you aren’t a quitter. WE can FIGHT this TOGETHER!
(She speaks softly… but she sounds defeated. Her voice a little lower than usual.)
Alexis Makarios: Look… we lost the Tag Titles because of me. I failed. David was right...everyone was right. So please… just go away. Go find yourself a new partner. A better partner.
(She tries to close the door again, but Heather’s foot is still in the door way.)
Heather Haze: Alexis… I’m really worried. You never have no fight in you. You are Alexis FREAKING Makarios! Hall of Famer! First PWS: APEX World Champion! Longest reigning Tag Champion! LEGEND in this business. You aren’t gonna let some little jackasses with a horrible family name keep you down, are ya?
(Alexis sighed and shook her head. She turned around and grabbed something out of her bag. It was a ring on a chain. Her Hall of Fame ring, to be exact. She holds it out and hands it to Heather, who refuses to take it)
Heather Haze: No. That’s yours.
(Alexis kind of forces it into Heather’s hand.)
Alexis Makarios: JUST FUCKING TAKE IT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
(She kicked Heather’s foot out of the door frame and slammed the door closed, locking it. The cameras back up a bit as Heather looks very confused, and worried. She looks at the Hall of Fame ring in her hand and turns to the side to see about a foot down the hall Alexis’s husband, James Younger, was standing after watching the whole ordeal.)
Heather Haze: Uh… I’m sorry I couldn’t get through to her.
James Younger: Thanks for trying. I thought you might. But she has been like this since Destiny.
Heather Haze: Here…
(She takes a few steps towards him and hands him the ring.)
Heather Haze: I… help her. Please.
James Younger: I’m trying. I’m almost out of options.
Heather Haze: Something is wrong. This isn’t like her.
James Younger: I know. Thank you again for trying. It might be best for you to head out. I’ll keep you up to date if there’s any changes.
Heather Haze: Thank you… just let her know… I ain’t going anywhere.
(James nods in acknowledgement as he takes a step towards the locker room and takes out a key. He unlocks the door and walks in. The cameras follow and he sees Alexis curled up on the couch in the fetal position as the scene fades to black.)
Tag Team Match
The Society vs. The Dream Team
(Ella and Jackson start in the ring. The match starts with Ella laying across the top rope, as per usual. She straightens herself so she’s standing on the rope, intercepting Jackson’s attempt to run at her by connecting with a missile dropkick!)
(Ella dominates a little bit, then tags in Jasmine, who comes at Jackson with a lariat, knocking him off his feet. Kai steps into the ring to try and intervene but is given a corner bulldog for his troubles! Ella jumps off the apron, walking around and dragging Kai out of the ring. As she’s laying him out, Jasmine hits Gray with an MCC, then going for the cover!)
1!
2!
3!
(Ella joining her partner in the ring, The Society struts around the ring for a moment before their arms are both raised in victory at the same time.)
Winner - THE SOCIETY
(Backstage at PWS: Apex Riot, we get a view of the catering table. Wrestlers and staff alike are gathered around, masks on, distancing as much as they physically can. At least until a rather large woman pushes her way to the front and reaches out towards the table.)
Miss Puppies: God DAMN I’m starving! What kind of food do we have here?
(She starts to rummage through the food on the table, and she spots the last BLT sub sitting on a platter. She reaches out for it and grabs it as another hand was reaching for it too.)
Miss Puppies: Ya snooze, ya lose.
(The camera zooms out, panning up to show that the other hand belongs to that of new PWS: Apex signee The Squid-Man. His eyes narrow as Puppies starts to walk away.)
The Squid-Man: I am a squid.
Miss Puppies: Be faster next time, freakshow.
(She lowers her mask, unwraps the sub, and takes a big bite while looking him right in the eyes. She speaks with her mouth full.)
Miss Puppies: MMMMM This is good. You should try one.
(She cackles a little bit as she walks off. The Squid-Man shakes his fist at her, screaming to the heavens!)
The Squid-Man: I AM A SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!
(The camera cuts back to the announce desk.)
JR Freeman: What the hell did I just watch?
(Alf chuckles.)
Alfonso Banks: An Oscar-worthy performance, JR!
(We return to the backstage area of the PWS Arena as Violet Holt doesn’t appear to be in a very talkative mood. Several wrestlers and agents have stepped to the side as she just marches down the hallway. Her blonde and pink hair is flowing in the breeze. She turns a corner and bumps right into Richard Rider. He was standing in the back wearing his overly dramatic ring tights, tight and form fitting that were furry from the knee down, and an overly dramatic jacket that was furry and matched his pants. He was, of course, shirtless but also had on a pair of dark sunglasses on his face. His brown hair flowed to his shoulders in waves. He was essentially blocking her path. He looked down a bit, the height difference caused him to have to. He lifts his glasses up as he checks her out.)
Richard Rider: Well hello there… who are you?
(Violet doesn’t even acknowledge him as she tries to move past him. Seeing that he is blocking her path she looks up at him.)
Violet Amelia Holt: Move!
(Violet says in a very gruff tone. )
Richard Rider: I tell you what… I’ll move… but with you by my side as I take you out for dinner. You ever had dinner with a Hollywood A-lister?
(He bounced his eyebrows in what he thought was a seductive manner, but he really looked like he might be having a stroke or something. Violet shakes her head while rolling her eyes. )
Violet Amelia Holt: I said move out of my way.
(Violet really wasn’t in the best mood after what transpired this past weekend. She looks at Rider with a look of utter disdain etched on her face. )
Richard Rider: Come on, baby. Let me spoil you like a true queen should be. I have the hook up at aaaaaaaaall the good spots. I promise a good time.
(The more he tried to sound smooth and suave, the more creepy and obnoxious he was coming off as. Violet rolls her eyes again before kicking Rider right between the legs. Rider drops to a knee as Violet shakes her head. )
Violet Amelia Holt: Next time, I’ll make it worse.
(Violet steps around the large man as her small legs move quickly down the hallway. as the cameras catch a shot of him down on his knees, holding his jewels. He looked up and grinned.)
Richard Rider: She’s spicy. I like it.
(Violet disappears around the corner as the cameras cut back to ringside.)
Alfonso Banks: When is that fool going to learn? You don’t hit on women like that.
JR Freeman: Especially when they are clearly not in the best of moods. Violet has seriously been on a rampage tonight and I don’t see it ending any time soon.
Alfonso Banks: I do hope we see Rider and Violet in the ring. I’d love to see him get knocked around by the five feet of crazy.
Singles Match
Miss Puppies vs. Kate Steele-Warren
(Kate Steele-Warren is in the ring awaiting her opponent. “Crazy Bitch” by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Miss Puppies comes out from behind the curtain. As soon as she does, she is attacked from behind with a chair by the “Squid-Man” she stole a sandwich from earlier in the night!)
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD! Our newest roster member, the uh… Squid-Man… is attacking returning veteran Miss Puppies!
JR Freeman: Well she DID steal the last BLT sub AND taunt him with it.
Alfonso Banks: That’s not a good enough reason!
(Squid-Man proceeds to attack Miss Puppies with the chair as security rush and pull him off, and trainers check on Miss Puppies. The referee calls for Meg Reynolds to come towards the ring and he whispers something to her.)
Meg Reynolds: Due to outside interference, and the inability to compete, this match has been cancelled.
Winner - MATCH THROWN OUT
(The scene switches backstage, and we see Gracie walking the halls of the arena. Daniel Clark follows her until he can get her attention, which he does. Gracie looks at him with narrowed eyes.)
Gracie Lopez: And…. you’re just gonna tap me on the shoulder like nothing happened? I have a name you know. How would you like it if someone followed you around and tapped your shoulder endlessly?
Daniel Clark: Uhhh, I wouldn’t?
Gracie Lopez: That’s what I thought. My guess is that you have a question for me?
Daniel Clark: I do, actually.
Gracie Lopez: Go on then.
Daniel Clark: Some people think that your loss at Destiny would mark the end of your world title hopes.
Gracie Lopez: Which people are we talking about? Management? The fans who cheer me, the fans who boo me? The naysayers? The people who have my back…. Which people? Honestly, I don’t care what those naysaying people have to say about me and no, I’m NOT done with the world title picture. THEY didn’t want me anywhere near it and now? Now they can’t hold me back anymore. I busted through that glass ceiling like I mentioned before.
Daniel Clark: I….
Gracie Lopez: I also remember Sierra saying that she was going to hurt me to a point where I wouldn’t be standing and yet… Here I am, on my way to Chicago and then back home. Sure, she retained her championship, but she failed to get rid of me like she promised. She’s just like the rest of them, who said the same thing. Even if she did, I’d still show up and do this interview, it’s just who I am.
Daniel Clark: Are you taunting her?
Gracie Lopez: Taunting her, telling the truth, I don’t give a shit what you tell her. I’m not done with that championship and I’m not done with her. But, I’m done with this interview, I have a flight waiting for me, and I have people to see.
(Gracie Lopez starts to walk down the hallway towards the parking lot, she got in the back of the waiting limo, as she opens the door, we see Madison and Jenn sitting in there and all of them take off out of the arena onto the main road before riding off into the dark on their way to Chicago.)
(Suddenly, the familiar song of "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina began to play over the PA system in the arena. Longtime PWS fans know this as the signal of the arrival of the self proclaimed "Fantabulous" one. Chaz Holiday made his way out from the back to a loud and warm welcome from the crowd. With a signature smile on his face, he waved to the crowd as he made his way into the ring. He was given the microphone and before speaking, waited a moment as the crowd chanted "Welcome back!")
Chaz Holiday: First off.. thank you! You guys have always known how to make me feel so…. Accepted and appreciated. And just know! All of that appreciation and love is reciprocated right back!
(The smile still on his face, he thumped his fist against his chest and pointed to crowd.)
Chaz Holiday: Secondly. An update on my condition after the attack by Tyson. I was lucky that I didn't suffer a concussion. But I did need to have 12 stitches to close up a pretty gnarly gash on my head. So, gotta take the good with the bad.
Now… down to business. Tyson Sykes, you took this too far, man. All that Twitter stuff? It was just banter. It wasn't that deep. You took it too far and I-
(Suddenly, on the titantron appears "The Ripper" Tyson Sykes. He's in a room in complete darkness other than a light that illuminates him.)
Tyson Sykes: I took it too far? ME!? Let's go over what really happened, Chaz. You retired years ago, YEARS AGO, and yet there you are on social media bragging about your incredible body, how you feel better than you've felt in your entire life. So I figured hey, if you're throwing the feelers out there, maybe you're looking to make a comeback. You certainly didn't hesitate to respond when I made a comment about it, so shame on me for believing maybe for once in your career you were nutting up and going to do something interesting instead of playing the same old "woe is me" card, but I should have known better. When push came to shove after running your mouth you backed down, like the Fantabulous BITCH YOU ARE.
So, it was whatever. Then miraculously, after I made you relevant again, you were selected to be inducted into the Hall of Fame, and that's where I took exception. If you weren't big enough to step up after running your mouth you damn sure didn't deserve to be inducted into the Hall of Fame. But still after I called you out, you refused to face me and prove your worth. I was going to drop it, I sure as hell didn't want to, but I was going to.
Then… you made it personal.
Chaz Holiday: How the hell did I make it personal? Because YOUR girlfriend invited ME out to dinner to apologize for how big of a prick YOU are!!?
(There's a big pop and an oooooh from the crowd, and Sykes scowls.)
Tyson Sykes: ... Listen up Chaz and listen up good. I love a good fight. That's why I'm a wrestler. I love running my mouth and getting put in my place. But I will not, ever, be made to look like a bitch and have my family brought into this. You took it too far.
Chaz Holiday: I didn't do anything! It's not my fault that you're nothing more than testosterone fueled, toxic, paranoid, alpha male that is CLEARLY threatened by my mere existence. Spin it however you want. You're the one that tried to maim me, when all I was doing was having a good time.
Tyson Sykes: I DID… WHAT HAD TO BE DONE. YOU did this Chaz. You stepped over the line. Then, after I didn't think you could take anything more from me… you took the only thing I had left. My opportunity at the PWS Apex Heavyweight Championship. You shoved me off that ladder and while you already had a death sentence, you dug your own grave. Now? It's inevitable. You've taken everything from me Chaz, but I won't let you take my family. You'll be just another body added to the count-
Chaz Holiday: You don't scare me. I've been around long enough and I've seen people just like you. Hurl around some insults, throw some curse words in there and then you think you're some sort of tough guy. Well guess what? I've seen tougher and I've beaten tougher, than you. And taken everything from you? Please. Despite the fact that your girlfriend deserves MUCH better than the erratic neanderthal that she is with, your family isn't going anywhere. Not on account of me, anyways. And there's plenty more I haven't taken from you. But since you wanted to make things personal, maybe I will take one thing from you. Your pride after I BEAT you in a match. What do you say? Please say you accept. Because I want to show you that despite how BADLY you want to put yourself on the same stage as me… you'll never be like me.
Tyson Sykes: Well first things first… I accept. Secondly, Kayla isn't the family I'm talking about. I'm talking about the family that always… has my back.
(Suddenly, the lights go out.)
JR Freeman: Good God don't tell me…
Tyson Sykes: And Chaz I don't ever want to be like you. I'm the ANTITHESIS.
(When the lights return, Johnathan Sanders - still bandaged and bruised from his encounter with Cleo Phillips at Destiny - is standing in front of Chaz Holiday on the ring apron. He smiles a sick smirk as the camera pans and we see Dionysus towering behind Chaz.)
JR Freeman: My God it's ANTITHESIS.
Alfonso Banks: Chaz has gotta get out of there, he's yoked to the gills but he's up against two of the most dangerous men in PWS Apex today.
(Chaz scowls at Sanders, then slowly turns to face Dionysus who looks at him with an unchanging expression. Chaz then turns back to Sanders and shrugs, running and nailing him with a right hand that sends Sanders off the apron!!)
JR Freeman: Good for you Chaz! The Hall of Famer will not be intimidated and he sure as hell isn't going down without a fight!
(Chaz turns right into a big boot by Dionysus that takes him down hard! The Mad God lays into the hall of famer with some hard stomps to the midsection. Dionysus continues to beat on the PWS Hall of Famer, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his head against the mat a few times with a psychotic roar, as Sanders slowly recovers on the outside before sliding into the ring and joining his stablemate. The Lost Cause throws some kicks and stomps as well, then Dionysus holds down Chaz as Sanders goes to the top. Holiday struggles against the giant’s hands but can’t escape, and as Dionysus finally lets him go, Sanders leaps off the top rope and connects with the Total Eclipse of the Soul! The Fantabulous One rolls around in pain after the finisher connects, but it seems ANTITHESIS aren’t done, as Jonathan Sanders points to the fallen body and makes a slashing motion across his throat, prompting Dionysus to lift the prone Holiday onto his shoulders. He then spins his opponent and plants him with the Rusty Cleaver, leaving the PWS legend in a heap on the canvas! Grinning to themselves and each other, the pair begin to walk away...when the legend decides to show us precisely why he deserves the moniker, by crawling to the corner and grasping the ropes to pull himself laboriously back to his feet.)
JR Freeman: My God, Chaz Holiday is slowly making his way back up after that devastating assault! Truly, a lesser man would’ve been destroyed by this!
Alfonso Banks: Maybe so, JR, but I don’t think ANTITHESIS is finished yet.
(The fans explode in applause for their Hall of Fame hero, but the Lost Cause simply turns to glare back at the Fantabulous One, and signals the Mad God to follow him back into the ring. The duo slide back between the ropes and Chaz Holiday comes out swinging, but clearly their assault has taken its toll, as nothing really connects, he’s swinging wildly and unsteady on his feet. It doesn’t take long for ANTITHESIS to get the upper hand again as Dionysus hoists Chaz Holiday up onto his shoulders and Jonathan Sanders climbs to the top again, leaping off with a top-rope Pele Kick to knock the Hall of Famer off the giant’s shoulders with the Bitter End! Holiday hits the mat, and this time he stays down.)
JR Freeman: Good Lord, that was brutal! What a sickening display by Tyson and his allies! ANTITHESIS should be ashamed of themselves!
Alfonso Banks: Hey, it’s the Fantabulous One’s own damn fault for getting blindsided. A legend like him ought to know you NEVER let your guard down in the ring!
(The duo grin tandem wicked, sadistic grins as they regard the twitching, limp form on the mat before them, turning to point at Tyson on the big screen who simply smirks and nods. The team shares a moment of mutual understanding as Sanders and Dionysus leave the ring, striding back up the ramp as “Drunken Whaler” plays over the PA system. Medics hit the ring to check on Holiday while the pair make their exit.)
JR Freeman: Well, up next we’ve got a fantastic match-up for you, as “The Body Snatcher” Cleo Phillips takes on “Hollywood” Richard Rider!
Alfonso Banks: My money’s on Rider! If he survived Dionysus, he can survive anyone!
JR Freeman: I respectfully disagree! I’d say Cleo’s going to take it! She and Jonathan Sanders destroyed each other at Destiny, what could Rider possibly do to her that Sanders hasn’t already exceeded?
Alfonso Banks: That just means she’ll be in worse shape for this match!
JR Freeman: We’ll see, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: That we will!
Singles Match
Cleo Phillips vs. Richard Rider
(The match begins with Rider immediately going for a neckbreaker, but Cleo reverses it immediately into a suplex. After a few minutes of back-and-forth, Rider manages to hit a Super Kick! He goes for the cover!)
1!
(And a kickout at 1.5! Cleo gets up from the mat as Rider berates the referee.)
Richard Rider: That was 3!
Referee: That wasn’t even CLOSE to 3!
(While Rider’s distracted, Cleo goes for the most devastating move in all of professional wrestling, a surprise roll-up!)
1!
2!
No, a kickout!
(Cleo shrugs, delivering some stiff kicks to Rider while he’s down, as well as several stomps to the midsection. She picks Rider up and throws him into the turnbuckle, causing him to grapes the part of himself that he cares the most about, his face, as he falls to the mat once more. Cleo then gets up on the top rope and waits for him to stand up, and when he does she jumps off and hits him with a Mad Dash! She picks him up and brings him back down one more time with a Set It Off!)
1!
2!
3!
(Cleo smirks.)
Cleo Phillips: Easy. Easy!
(The crowd cheers as the arm of the former Collateral Damage Champion is raised. “Gangsta’s Paradise” blares over the speaker system as the crowd cheers.)
Winner - CLEO PHILLIPS
(After a moment, the lights in the arena dim to a dark red tint, as “Critical Acclaim” begins to echo over the sound system. The fans cheer, as pyro explodes on the stage, before Nick Madison walks out onto the stage, with his United TItle draped over his shoulder. He looks out at the crowd, before making his way down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the PWS: APEX United Champion, Nick Madison!
(NIck makes his way to ringside, and slides in. He gets to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle to climb up and pose for the crowd, before walking to the other side of the ring to do the same thing. He walks and grabs a mic and makes his way to the center of the ring before his music fades.)
Nick Madison: So, now that I’ve gotten the trash taken out…
(The tron illuminates with images from the Parking Lot Brawl at Destiny, with the last shot being Eddie Lopez laying lifeless in the dumpster.)
Nick Madison: I think it’s time I move on to better things. Thing is, we have a pay-per-view in a couple months...but I need an opponent. I want someone new, someone I haven’t faced before. I want someone to step up to try and take this from me. So! If you think you got what it takes, let’s see it! I’m asking for competition, and I want a challenge. Anyone who thinks they can hang, I’m open to it.
(Just then, “Gangsta’s Paradise” begins to play over the sound system, and Nick smirks, as Cleo Phillips walks out onto the stage, still in her ring gear, obviously. She stays on the stage, pointing to the United Title, as Nick nods his head.)
JR Freeman: Oh my! What a match that would be, Nick Madison vs. Cleo Phillips!
Alfonso Banks: Personally, I think we could do better, but whatever works.
JR Freeman: I think it would be a great match, and like Nick said, he wants someone new to challenge for the title. Only time will tell if that match comes to fruition.
(The camera cuts backstage.)
(The cameras cut back to ringside where Travis is standing inside the ring.)
Travis Ryan: Tonight, one woman has been on a mission. Tonight, one woman has caused a lot of chaos. One woman has managed too....
(Before Travis can finish, Violet’s theme music hits as she comes walking out from the back. Her eyes are focused on the ring as the crowd seems to be mixed with their reaction. Travis looks perturbed as he was just interrupted.)
Alfonso Banks: I wonder what she is doing out here.
JR Freeman: Guess, we are going to find out.
(Violet enters the ring as Travis looks to say something. Before he can, she strikes with a vicious spear that nearly tears him in half. As he is grabbing his midsection, she walks over, hooks him by the head then drives him face first into the canvas. She then picks up the microphone and looks right at the camera.)
Violet Holt: I wanna a fight!!!!!
(Violet throws the microphone down and leaves the ring as Travis is still knocked out.)
Alfonso Banks: Guess we got our answer.
JR Freeman: I’d hate to be whomever gets fed to her.
(Violet doesn’t even look back at the ring as she disappears behind the curtain.)
(Backstage, we find ourselves in the catering area of the show. There seems to be a nice selection from Chipotle, with a gratuitous amount of cupcakes off to the side. Yes. Gratuitous. Standing at the table, overlooking the selection of mexicano-fare that seems to be looped into canadian poutine options in honor of our world champion, is the definitely-not-seen-in-a-year-ish lanky, scruffy lookin’ man named Dickie Watson. He grabs a paper bowl, chucks some nachos into it, and proceeds to pour a lot of cheese on top of it like the rest of this fed seems to have done in his absence.
He turns and takes a bite of his nacho, pretty much sticking the entire thing in his mouth in one go. He glances off to his right, and as the frame moves wider, we see a slightly taller male with his arms crossed over his bare chest. Aiden Reynolds, another man who hasn’t been seen in...a while.
Dickie raises his eyebrow.)
Dickie Watson: Wha’ ya do wif yur shirf?
(Of course, he’s speaking with his mouth full. Aiden’s nostrils flare.)
Aiden Reynolds: For months, you say, ‘Oi, fuck no’. Months. What are we doing here?
(The Molotov glances off to the side, back to Aiden, and then shrugs, continuing to chew his food.)
Dickie Watson: Eating. Fuck’sit look like?
Aiden Reynolds: What the fuck, Dimitri?
(Dickie swallows and gestures to the open room with his bowl of nachos.)
Dickie Watson: They’ve got new people. I mean, a lot of them are probably old people since this is a nostalgia trip for the majority of them, but they’ve got-- oi mate, Oodles of Noodles--
Aiden Reynolds: Dickie--Di--DICKIE!
(Aiden claps his hands in front of Dickie’s face just as the younger man’s ADHD began to get the best of him. He may not look like it, but he definitely enjoys food, and apparently is easily distracted. Dickie blinks wildly at his tag partner’s hands and then looks over to him.)
Dickie Watson: Nah, yeah?
Aiden Reynolds: You know it’s not like me to be the serious one here since I’m the one that seems to get my ass chewed for giving a shit about my career, mate, but you and I both said--
Dickie Watson: Unfinished business, mate.
Aiden Reynolds: ….
Dickie Watson: We have tag titles to win back. We were the first ones to win ‘em, I let my dick get in the way of my abilities, and now we’re gonna go through everyone to get ‘em back. Easy enough, right? The Commonwealth are going to carry them fuckin’ PWS Tag Team Championships again and this time? We’re not going to peace out and make it easy for the rest of ‘em.
(Aiden continues to glare at Dickie for a few long, poignant seconds, before shrugging, dropping his glare and appearing to be somewhat satisfied with the response.)
Aiden Reynolds: Yeah, yeah, nah yeah, that sounds like a plan, mate. I was gettin’ a little bit antsy there. I really didn’t want to have to try and win my way up the ladder again. I mean, I obviously could. But I wasn’t relishin’ me goin’ up against Sierra Williams. She’s a bit scary.
(Dickie looks at him, his eyebrow raised.)
Dickie Watson: Been there. Done that.
(He tosses the finished plate in the trash as they begin to walk off screen. Under his breath, Aiden shakes his head and says:)
Aiden Reynolds: ...fuckin’ show off.
Main Event
Singles Match
Non-Title
Sierra Williams vs. Mike Hawk
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL...
(Hawk’s out first with this one, swaggering out from behind the curtain and hoisting his Destination Next briefcase high above himself.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first; from Toronto, Ontario Canada; weighing in at 245 lbs.; he is the Destination NEXT 2021 winner, “The President of Professional Wrestling”, MIIIIIIIIIIKE HAAAAAAAAAAWK!
(Hawk bears a massive shit-eating grin as he struts to the ring, striding up the ring steps and entering between the top and middle rope. He explodes through the ropes and into the centre of the ring, hoisting the briefcase high in the air again as an exaggerated and unnecessarily-long pyrotechnics display goes off around ringside. Hawk poses until the fireworks subside and then hands off the briefcase to a ring attendant before posing once more with his hands on his hips. He slips slowly out of the ring as Sierra’s entrance music begins.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent; from Calgary, Alberta, Canada; weighing in at 135lbs.; she is the PWS: Apex WOOOOOOOORLD CHAMPION, SIERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA WIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLIAAAAAAAAAAAMS!
(Eminem’s “Go to Sleep” blares through the PA system, and the lights begin to strobe in time while Sierra Williams steps out onto the stage. She has her black bandana wrapped around her face and the title firmly on her waist, but she takes a moment to unclasp the belt and raise it high above her head in lieu of her usual arm raising before re-fastening it and making her way to the ring. She doesn’t waste any time jaw-jacking with the fans or her opponent, instead deadly focused on the match. She slides under the bottom rope and raises the belt again, getting directly in Hawk’s face. The two trade insults for a moment before Hawk reaches up to flick the faceplate of the title belt with two fingers, prompting Sierra to fully headbutt him in the chin and the bell rings to start this one off!)
JR Freeman: Ooh, Sierra Williams off to an explosive start with that vicious headbutt, Alf! It seems she didn’t appreciate Hawk putting his hands on HER World Championship.
Alfonso Banks: I think the champion needs to learn to increase her appreciation for Mike Hawk.
(Hawk staggers backwards from the sudden attack, clutching his nose as Sierra lets the belt drop. He moves his hands to check for blood, and, finding none, makes the universal “T” signal for “time out.”)
Mike Hawk: T! T! No fair, I wasn’t ready!
(Sierra, of course, is having none of this, and she simply bounces off the ropes and runs towards her opponent...who suddenly runs forward with his arm extended for a Clothesline.)
Mike Hawk: PSYCHE! I totally WAS ready!
(He isn’t the only one, however, as Sierra simply ducks under the attack, then leaps onto the ropes and springboards off with an early Ode to Mexico, rolling through and hooking the leg.)
ONE…
T-NO! Hawk gets a shoulder up!
JR Freeman: Impressive attempt to put her opponent away early by Sierra, but Hawk powers out almost immediately!
Alfonso Banks: Mike Hawk is too powerful to be so easily contained!
JR Freeman: ...How do you still have a job at this point?
(The pair get to their feet, with Sierra still clearly in control and keen to keep the pressure on. She grabs Hawk by the hair and tosses him back to the mat, causing him to bounce up to his knees, dazed. She then takes off running at the ropes again and bouncing off to nail him with a Running Single-Leg Dropkick, then in one smooth motion rolls through to leap up into the near corner and dive backwards with a picture-perfect Moonsault! The crowd applauds the display of athleticism as Sierra hooks the leg again…)
ONE!
TW-NO!
(Once again, Hawk powers out before the two count. Sierra screams and smacks the mat in frustration, then fires a few stiff kicks into his head and torso as she pulls him back to his feet again. She locks up with the dazed Hawk and moves to hip-toss him to the mat, but Hawk plants his feet and uses his size advantage to remain in place. He fires a few stiff shots into Sierra’s abdomen to double her over before wrapping one arm around her neck to lift the champion for a Suplex, taking her to the mat. He holds onto it and rolls through, standing back up for a second one, then rolls back to his feet again, holding Sierra vertical for a long moment to play to the crowd.)
Mike Hawk: Wait for it… Wait for it…
JR Freeman: This is ridiculous! This kind of showboating is going to come back and bite him in the ass one day!
Alfonso Banks: Maybe so, JR, but that day is not today.
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Alf.
(Sure enough, it seems Sierra is stirring, and before Hawk can follow through on the final suplex to complete the trifecta, she starts to wriggle and squirm in his grasp, taking hold of the arm that Hawk is using to hold her up and trapping it as she wrenches on his neck, then starts to fall backwards...Click, Click Boom! SHe keeps the chokehold applied, tightening the pressure in the middle of the ring, but Hawk won’t give up. She continues to wrench on the hold as Hawk slowly makes his way to his knees, trying for the ropes, but Sierra rolls him over and applies it even tighter!)
JR Freeman: Click, Click Boom! Sierra’s got it locked in tight, Hawk might be fading.
Alfonso Banks: Mike Hawk is going limp...wait! No! He’s standing back up! Mike Hawk is getting erect again!
JR Freeman: I’m seriously calling Human Resources, Alf, I swear to God…
(Hawk is, in fact, getting back to his feet, though, and he manages to lift Sierra along with him.)
Mike Hawk: K-Krav…
JR Freeman: PLEASE don’t say it…
Mike Hawk: Maga!
(With that triumphant cry of a totally irrelevant phrase, Hawk falls forward to nail Sierra Williams with a DEVASTATING modified Powerbomb! He holds her down to go for a pin…)
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Sierra breaks the hold to kick out!
(Hawk grins and taps the side of his head again, firing a few kicks into Sierra’s ribs and taunting her on the ground.)
Mike Hawk: AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!
(He wastes another minute showboating for the crowd, flexing his muscles and strutting around the ring for a second before sauntering back over to the fallen body of the World Champion. The PResident of Pro-Wrestling lifts her back to her feet, Irish Whipping her into the closest corner and taking a moment to showboat some more, really hamming it up as he lines up his shot like a professional NFL kicker. He surveys the area, holds up his thumbs and forefingers as if he’s looking through a camera to judge distance, then flips off Sierra with both hands before sprinting forward for the Clean-Up on Aisle YOUR FACE! ...but it seems the Champ has enough wherewithal to duck under the move, causing Hawk to sack himself on the turnbuckle pad! Sierra simply grins and mocks Hawk, tapping the side of her head three times. Sierra then takes a few steps backwards and watches as Hawk slowly recovers, pulling his leg off the top rope and turning around...then explodes forward to floor him with the Nova Bomb! She covers again, hooks BOTH legs this time…)
JR Freeman: NOVA BOMB! NOVA BOMB! THIS ONE MAY BE OVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! UNBELIEVABLE!
(Sierra doesn’t shout in frustration this time, but just shakes her head as Hawk gets his shoulder up at 2.9. She immediately takes hold of his hair again and stands up, pulling him in for the Calgary Cutter...but miraculously, Hawk reverses it into a Back Body Drop! Sierra gets up immediately, but takes an out-of-nowhere FYIA for her troubles!)
JR Freeman: FYIA! FYIA! WILLIAMS MAY BE DOWN FOR THE COUNT!
Alfonso Banks: FUCK YOU, HE’S AWESOME! Attaboy, Mr. President!
(Hawk grins, winded, and just sits on the mat for a moment panting before falling backwards over Sierra for the cover.)
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! WHAT’S THIS?!
(Sierra manages to roll over, hooking Mike into a quick schoolboy rollup! Hawk’s shoulders are down!)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! IT’S OVER!
JR Freeman: By God! Sierra Williams showing such ingenuity at the end, using Hawk’s fatigue and awkward positioning against him to get him with a schoolboy pin!
Alfonso Banks: Oooh, he is NOT going to take this one well!
JR Freeman: Maybe not, Alf, but Hawk should be proud of his showing tonight. He took the champ to her limit and damn nearly had her number a few times. If I were Sierra Williams, I’d officially consider myself on notice.
Alfonso Banks: You may be right JR, but it seems the champ had just a smidgeon more in the tank tonight than Hawk. Got to give credit where it’s due, both fought valiantly tonight.
(Hawk DOES manage to get his shoulder up again, but it’s just a second too late this time. He gapes in shock, his face running through confusion, rage, disappointment and a little bit of admiration as Sierra Williams retrieves her title and hoists it high above her head to celebrate.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, the PWS: Apex World Champion, SIERRRRRRRA WILLIAMS!
Winner - SIERRA WILLIAMS
(The Show comes back to David Shane climbing into the ring. “Adrenaline” is playing through the arena, He is wearing a PWS: Apex hoodie and jeans. David grabs a microphone, as he circles the ring before stopping in the center to his music cutting and the cheers of the fans taking over.)
David Shane: Now before we get to what happened at Destiny...I am going to address Heather Haze…
JR Freeman: You’re close with David… is this good news or bad news for Heather?
Alfonso Banks: I really don’t know. He hasn’t spoken about any of this… with anyone. Not even with Maria.
David Shane: Heather Haze, You have impressed myself, and the management of Apex. There has been a lot of discussion and if you…
(Before he could finish "MZ Hyde" began to play through the arena.)
Alfonso Banks: That’s not Heather coming out… after what we saw earlier… I’ll be shocked if she is still in the arena.
JR Freeman: Alexis is in a bad spot. She has alienated just about everyone near to her. Even her own tag partner. I’m curious to see why she is coming out.
(David lowers his mic as a crazed Alexis Makarios makes her way out from the back with a mic in hand. She walks at a very brisk pace to the ring, gets in, and stands roughly a foot away from David. Her eyes and face looked nothing short of crazy)
Alexis Makarios: NO! After what you did to me at Destiny… you WILL address ME first!
David Shane: This is my show...I will do things how I see fit. You need to remember who you are talking to, but since you’re out here.
(David walks through Alexis towards the ropes before he turns around seeing the glare from Alexis.)
David Shane: Seeing as Dan and Audrey have made it very clear that the two of you will not be getting a rematch for the tag titles. That means you’ve now cost Heather... Two titles.
(David emphasizes his point with the hand gesture.)
David Shane: Maybe she is better off without you holding her down. Heather Haze is in line for the World Title, and it has nothing to do with you. Management and I agree she deserves the shot at Sierra...
(Alexis looks absolutely enraged.)
Alexis Makarios: THAT WASNT MY FAULT!!! IT WAS ALL THE RUSSOWS! LEVI STRIPPED HER OF HIS TITLE BECAUSE HE WAS DRUNK ON POWER! LAURA GAVE DAN AND AUDREY A REMATCH WHEN THEY DIDN’T DESERVE IT!!! AT THIS POINT I WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF YOU DIDN’T PUT THOSE HANDCUFFS UP THERE FOR HIM TO USE ON ME! So you listen to me… David… I don’t care what you cooked up backstage, you need to make it right! THIS IS ON YOU!
David Shane: ARE YOU THAT FUCKING CRAZY!
Alexis Makarios: I’M … NOT … CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME CRAZY!!!
(Alexis drops to her knees in the middle of the ring, hunched over, her hands on her head)
David Shane: You’re fucking delusional Alexis, Star and I both agreed that Dan and Audrey deserved that rematch after you two decided to run from the competition...you knew then you’d not win. Why else would you be so upset that they got their rematch..
(Alexis starts shaking her head)
Alexis Makarios: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!
David Shane: You cost Haze the CD title, when you interfered giving her the perfume that cost Aiden the match. Levi was in his right to strip her of that title, but you cost her the title. You two are still under suspicion for attacking Alanah
(David unzipped his hoodie, turning back to Alexis.)
David Shane: I didn’t have a reason to step in Alexis, You brought all of this upon yourself. Heather Haze will compete for the World Title at Rise to Glory, and you will be suspended for striking a member of management unless you get on your feet right now and apologize.
(She looks up at him, her face absolutely red. She jumps up to her feet, lets out a primal yell as she charges straight at him!! David barely moved out of the way, Alexis stops herself at the turnbuckles, then turns and charges at him again but this time he catches her clear on the Jaw with a superkick.)
David Shane: This is where things change, Alexis. I’m not here to challenge you to a match or bail you out of it. This time you need to deal with it yourself.
(Members of the security team with the police had made their way to the ring. The officers place Alexis in handcuffs. David is handed a clipboard, which he signs the document handing it over to the officers.)
David Shane: The Board of Directors and Management of PWS have determined that Alexis Makarios is a danger to not only herself but those around her. I have directed the officers to take her into custody until further notice. Alexis will be required to meet with a Company Therapist, before I will allow her to return from her suspension.
(David drops the microphone, and watches as the Officers walk Alexis up the stage.)
Alfonso Banks: That’s… just wow. David is serious and he means business.
JR Freeman: I’m speechless! David actually had Alexis taken out of here in handcuffs, under suspension, with orders to speak to a therapist. I mean… It’s so mind boggling!
Alfonso Banks: But let’s not ice over the fact that David announced that Alexis’s partner, Heather Haze, was going to challenge Sierra Williams at Rise to Glory for the PWS World Title!
JR Freeman: How right you are! That is HUGE news! I wish we had more time to discuss it tonight… but I think that is a topic we will hear a lot about next week.
Alfonso Banks: That’s for sure. Don’t forget to tune in next week for Riot!
(The show then fades to credits.)
(c) PWS: Apex 2021