Post by Josiah Cena on Jun 11, 2021 2:13:33 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT
Tuesday, June 8th, 2021
LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the opening video package for Riot starts to play, set to the tone of “Trials” by Starset. The video package finishes, as we cut to inside PWS Arena, and the screaming fans in attendance. “Trials” blares over the sound system, as pyro explodes on stage, and then the cameras pan across the live crowd, as we are greeted by Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: Hello! And welcome to another episode of PWS: APEX Riot! We have another great show for you tonight, filled with lots of great action.
Alfonso Banks: We have some great matches tonight, including our main event.
JR Freeman: Indeed, we’ll see our Collateral Damage Champion, Jonathan Sanders, go one-on-one with the number one contender to the World Championship, Heather Haze.
Alfonso Banks: We’re also going to see Gracie Lopez in action, as she’ll take on Shawn Young.
JR Freeman: We’ll also see one half of the tag champs in action, as Audrey Russow will take on Violet Amelia Holt. But, hold on...I'm getting word we’re sending things back to a camera we have set up in the parking area.)
(The cameras cut to the parking lot where Miss Puppies is seen pulling in in her car. She goes to park in her spot but sees there is a car there already. She gets out of her car and walks up to the car in the spot that has a sign that clearly says “MISS PUPPIES” on it. She crosses her arms as she looks at the license plate that reads “IMSQDMN”)
Miss Puppies: You son of a bitch…
(She reaches into the backseat of her car and takes out a can of beer. She shakes it up and opens it in the direction of the car, showering it in beer. She throws the empty can at the car as she stomps back to hers)
Miss Puppies: I fucking hate calamari…
(She gets in and spins her tires as she takes off to find a different spot, sending the cameras back to ringside.)
Singles Match
The Squid-Man vs. Moondust
(This match is...weird, to say the least. With Moondust busting out his typical avant-garde shtick and the Squid-Man being...well, squidlike, this is less of a wrestling match per se and more of an incredibly bizarre performing arts routine. Both men show off their theatricality and talent for performance, trading spots that make the socially-distanced audience laugh, but ultimately he Squid-Man surprises everyone with some solid fundamentals. When the crowd grows tired of the bits, the Man Who is a Squid strikes with surprising fast-paced offense, taking Moondust to the ground and then using his tentacular technical traits and aquatic aerial acumen to work Moondust’s limbs while writhing and wriggling to stay out of his grasp. It isn’t long before this unorthodox technique pays off, with the Moon-Man emphatically tapping out to the Octopus Stretch.)
Winner - The Squid-Man
(The segment begins with a black screen, which fades into black-and-white footage of the American flag, waving proudly in a strong breeze. As Old Glory flaps against the wind, the sound of a choir and orchestra performing the patriotic song “Battle Hymn of the Republic” begins to play over the footage. As the lyrics pick up, we fade slowly into a grainy, old-timey video of the Enola Gay, soaring through the air during World War 2.)
“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored!
He hath loosed the fateful lightning, of his terrible swift sword!
His Truth is marching on!”
(As the Enola flies and the song builds to its first chorus, the doors open and the first atomic bomb falls through the air. We cut to a wider shot of the mushroom cloud as the bomb explodes, the chorus picking up.)
“Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on!”
(Our scene changes here, flashing to a blank black screen with white text written on it.)
“August 6th, 1945: the atomic bomb codenamed ‘Little Boy’ is dropped on Hiroshima, Japan. 80,000 lives are lost.”
(Another jump-cut as another mushroom cloud explodes, then we cut back to the black screen again.)
“Three days later, August 9th: the bomb named ‘Fat Man’ is dropped on Nagasaki. Estimated loss of life: 40,000. In total, these acts cost 120,000 innocent lives, including thousands more who succumbed to radiation sickness after the fact.”
(Our footage shifts now to still images showcasing the aftermath of both bombings. We see burned-out streets, a crater in the middle of what was once a bustling city, charred human remains surrounding the scene. We see parents clutching children, frozen in place and melted to the ground by the onslaught of nuclear fire. We cut to images of victims of radiation poisoning lying in hospital beds, their extremities swollen to insane proportions, surrounded by doctors and nurses wearing full Hazmat gear. All the while, “Battle Hymn of the Republic” starts up again.)
“I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They are building him an altar in the evening dews and damps!
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
Our God is marching on!”
(From here, we smash-cut through a variety of different moments in US history, a combination of still images and video footage. We see Japanese-Americans in internment camps, literally being herded into their cells like animals, in horrific living conditions. From there we fade into images and video of slaughtered Vietnamese civilians during the My Lai massacre. This image fades into a shot of drones bombing cities in Iraq and Afghanistan as families flee for their lives, which itself ultimately gives way to a shot of a cavalcade of US armed transports, tanks and APCS, all discharging their weapons.)
“Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on!”
(We hold on this last video for some time, showcasing many different varieties of missiles and bombs being deployed by US military ground and aircraft, along with shots of Japanese submarines being sunk by torpedoes. Slowly, we fade to a black screen once more.)
“Every year, the United States spends upwards of 600 billion dollars per year on its military-industrial complex. This is more than every other civilized country in the world put together.”
(The text slowly fades, and we hold for a beat, before one final message flashes across the screen.)
“Is it worth it?”
(The cameras cut back to the arena where Violet Amelia Holt is doing some final stretching before her match against Audrey Russow. Her blonde hair with pink stripes is tossed up into pigtails.)
Violet Amelia Holt: I don’t care what Audrey had to say. She’s looking for a win. I’m looking for a fight.
(Violet changes her stance while stretching her other leg. Richard Rider’s head popped around the corner as he watched her stretch. He grinned as he came out and started to walk towards her with an almost awkward “swag” to his step. He stops right in front of her and flashes a smile.)
Richard Rider: You in a better mood this week, babe?
(Violet doesn’t notice him at first. She goes to stand up and that’s when she sees him. A casual roll of her eyes happens before moving one arm in front of her chest.)
Violet Amelia Holt: Get lost!
Richard Rider: Oh, I am lost… lost in your eyes. Now I know you were a bit cranky last week… but I’m hoping you are in a better mood this week. A good enough mood to hopefully let me take you to dinner tonight?
(Violet shakes her head while looking at Rider.)
Violet Amelia Holt: How many times have you used that pick up line? I’m kind of busy tonight.
Richard Rider: Oh come on… it’s not a line. I just want to get to know you better.
(He takes a step closer to her)
Violet Amelia Holt: I already kicked you in the balls. Don’t make me do it again.
Richard Rider: Ohhhhh… I might like it rough, ya know…
Violet Amelia Holt: I have a match later then I’m hopping on the first flight back to Vegas.
(Violet finishes her stretching while cracking her neck. The door leading to her locker room creaks open behind her.)
Richard Rider: Well, if you need a piece of arm candy to escort you to the ring, it would be my honor. I mean… I am a Hollywood A-lister… a movie star… think about it.
(He winked at her, but instead of coming off smooth and suave, like he thought, he was more creepy and awkward)
Violet Amelia Holt: I think I’m good.
(A blonde headed woman steps out of the locker room and stands next to Violet. She appears to be slightly taller than Violet. Rider looks her up and down and grins.)
Richard Rider: And who is this lovely young lady?
(Rider leaned himself against the wall and raised an eyebrow towards both ladies. The young blonde curls her lips up.)
Shelby Holt: Who is this creep?
(Violet looks Rider with a stare that would kill.)
Violet Amelia Holt: This is my baby sister.
Richard Rider: Well “baby” sister looks all grown up. My name’s Richard Rider. You know… if you’re free tonight, how would you like to go have dinner with a Hollywood A-Lister?
(Shelby nearly gags as Violet shakes her head.)
Violet Amelia Holt: We are not interested. Now if you don’t mind.
(Violet starts to walk out of the area as Shelby steps up to Rider. She slaps hard across the face then kicks him in the groin.)
Shelby Holt: There’s more to come if you continue being a sick dick.
(Shelby follows after her sister. Rider falls to his knees letting out a groaning sound as he holds himself. He speaks in a high pitched tone.)
Richard Rider: I think they like me
(With that, the scene cuts to a commercial)
(Cameras cut to the back where Miss Puppies was storming around the back. She opened a door and shouted in)
Miss Puppies: OH SQUID FUCK… COME OUT AND PLAY!
(A voice from inside the locker room is heard as the camera pivots to show the inside of Ambika’s locker room.)
Ambika: Excuse me?
Miss Puppies: I’m looking for that idiot in the squid mask.
Ambika: Well, I can assure you he isn’t here, in my office.
Miss Puppies: I am just warning you… when i find him… well let’s just say I hope you guys like calamari…
Ambika: Well… good luck on your search… and next time… knock before you enter my office.
(Miss Puppies turns to walk away.)
Miss Puppies: Whatever you say, boss.
(She storms off down the hall and takes a turn heading towards another set of doors. She opens one and rushes in.)
Miss Puppies: COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!
(A bunch of men yelling was heard as she then walked backwards out of the room, with a big ole shit eating grin on her face.)
Miss Puppies: You guys gimme a call if you wanna have some fun.
(She winked as the door closed, revealing a sign on it that said “Men’s Developmental Superstars”)
Miss Puppies: I’ve seen worse… now… where the fuck could he be…
(She looks across the hall and grins again. She then storms her way into the men’s bathroom.)
Miss Puppies: I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!!!
(A few stray men were in there, and at the sight of her quickly zipped up their pants uncomfortably. She starts checking under the stall doors, looking for feet.)
Man: You can’t be in here.
Miss Puppies: Shut up unless you are gonna MAKE me leave!
(The man’s silent.)
Miss Puppies: Yeah, that’s what I thought!
(She looks around a little more, even kicking one of the stall doors, which flies open to reveal nobody inside, before walking to the door of the bathroom, kicking it open too and walking outside.)
Miss Puppies: Where the FUCK are you!?
(She storms off past the bathrooms. Beside the ones labeled with the male and female symbols, there’s another one with a picture of a squid above it. The Squid-Man sticks his head out from there, looking around to see what all the ruckus was. After a few seconds he shrugs, popping back inside.)
Singles Match
Tyson Sykes vs. Miles Kasey
(It’s clear both men are still feeling some residual effects from the Destination NEXT match, but neither is letting it get to them, pushing through the pain to take the fight to their opponents. Sykes is in control in the early going, using his size advantage and hard-hitting offense to bully Miles and keep him on the ground, but after a slick reversal of an early Death Valley Driver attempt, Milo manages to mount a comeback. He then ALSO manages to make use of his size advantage, but in the opposite direction, focusing - as many smaller opponents do - on hit-and-run attacks and working the legs to chop Tyson down and keep him out of his element. Things look as if they may be finally improving for Miles as he manages to catch the big man with a Standing Spanish Fly that nets a close two, but after Sykes powers out of the pin he comes back angry, hitting Kasey with the full force of his breakneck, smashmouth-style offense. Stiff suplexes, high-impact strikes and brutal high-risk, high-reward self-endangering tactics easily wear Milo down, and ultimately the Ripper lives up to his name, definitively putting his opponent down with an absolutely VICIOUS Syko Bomb into the turnbuckle that nets him the three-count.)
Winner - TYSON SYKES
(The cameras cut backstage, as we see Alexis Makarios walking through the hallway. She passes a locker room door, and after she passes, we see Audrey Russow pop out from inside the room with a concerned look on her face.)
Audrey Russow: Uh, hey Alexis?
(Alexis stops walking but doesn’t look back, as she recognized the voice.)
Alexis Makarios: What do you want? I have nothing more for you to take from me…
Audrey Russow: I come in peace...I actually wanted to see how you were doing...I know we’ve been at each other’s throats the past couple months, but I noticed something inside the cage….I guess I’m just concerned.
(Alexis rolled her eyes and turned around to face Audrey.)
Alexis Makarios: Concerned? You’re “concerned” about me? Why? I hate you, and we have spent the better part of the last year hating each other.
Audrey Russow: It wasn’t always like that, we USED to be friends...I guess I just got the feeling in the cage that there was something wrong.
Alexis Makarios: Well don’t you worry your pretty little head about me. I am taking care of what needs to be taken care of so that I can get my life back to what it was BEFORE you and your family ruined it.
Audrey Russow: Look, I know you might not want to hear it, but I’m here for you if you need anything. Just...consider it a peace offering.
Alexis Makarios: I don’t want ANYTHING from you… or any Russow. Ever.
Audrey Russow: That’s up to you, the offer stands for if you ever decide to take me up on it….but...why are you here tonight? Aren’t you suspended?
Alexis Makarios: Suspended from in ring action, yes. But I have to go see this stupid therapist. Not that you really care or anything…
(With that, Alexis turns around and heads back in the direction she was walking. The camera cut back to Audrey, as she shouts out to Alexis.)
Audrey Russow: Believe it or not I do care!
(The cameras cut to ringside, to Alf and JR.)
Alfonso Banks: I don’t trust it.
JR Freeman: Trust what? Audrey’s concern for Alexis?
Alfonso Banks: The Russows aren’t exactly the most caring individuals…
JR Freeman: Audrey has always been one of the most caring people in PWS...and her and Alexis DID used to be good friends. I believe that she really is concerned for Alexis.
Alfonso Banks: I dunno...I guess we’ll see.
(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.)
(The cameras cut to the back at catering where Miss Puppies was getting herself a drink.)
Miss Puppies: I tell ya, searching for a dumbass in a squid mask is exhausting and makes you thirsty.
(She reaches out for the last Dr Pepper on the table, but it is grabbed by some one else before she can grab it. She looks up to see that it was in the hands of none other than The Squid-Man. Her eyes narrows.)
Miss Puppies: You son of a bitch…
(The Squid-Man looks at her, pondering for a few seconds, then suddenly remembers who she is and tries to flee.)
The Squid-Man: I am a squid!
(Miss Puppies grabs him by the shirt.)
Miss Puppies: I finally found you, you bastard!
(She reels back and suckerpunches him square in the… nose? She gets him in a headlock, but Squid-Man reaches forward onto the table, grabbing the first thing he can find, a decorative glass filled with chocolate pudding, and throws it directly into Miss Puppies’ face, causing her to grab her eyes, letting him go, and he runs down the hallway, off-camera. She clears her eyes off and sees that he is gone)
Miss Puppies: That’s bastard is dead!
(She sticks her finger in the pudding on her face and licks it off, grinning.)
Miss Puppies: Ooooooh chocolate pudding… my favorite!
(She takes another finger full of pudding as the camera cuts to a commercial)
Tag-Team Match
The Commonwealth vs. Skip and MUD
(I don’t think anyone is surprised with the results of this one. It doesn’t take long; the Commonwealth are back in form as if they hadn’t missed a day, using tandem manoeuvres and double-team strategies to their fullest effect. The pair truly move and fight like a team, really proving to be a well-oiled machine that can operate almost as a single unit. Skip and Mud battle valiantly, but the cohesion of the Commonwealth allows them to shut down any attempted comebacks or offense to great effect, and often to a great pop from the electric crowd. It seems the team were sorely missed, and the audience is practically on their feet by the time they’ve worn Skip and Mud down sufficiently to plant the man named Mud with a DRIVE! BY! DROPBEAR! An easy cover, and this one is over.)
Winners - The Commonwealth
(A video begins to play on the titantron, a black screen at first with a quote.)
“There is nothing impossible to him who will try” - Alexander The Great
(We get some shots of a torn apart colosseum, fallen pillars and damaged statues, one in particular of a heavily damaged lion statue, as a male voice narrates.)
“My family rejected me. Called me a bastard, said I didn’t belong. They wanted to build upon the family name without me. I wasn’t fit to be a part of their pride. They just cast me away like common garbage, left me to fend for myself.”
(The video cuts, jarringly, to a lion running through some tall grass in pursuit of some prey.)
“But they can’t keep me away forever. The Exiled Prince is returning and he’s found his own savannah to hunt in.”
(Two lion cubs are shown playing, one male one female. We see the eyes of the larger lion appear in the grass behind them.)
“Let nothing stand in his way.”
(The larger lion pounces out of the grass onto the smaller lion subs, with the scene cutting just in time, to the face of a man with long black hair and hate filled eyes, after a moment of silence and intense staring he speaks.)
“My name is Alexander Lyons, and I’m coming to conquer PWS Apex.”
(The cameras cut to the back inside a room. In the room were 2 couches facing each other with a coffee table in between. Sitting on one couch was Alexis Makarios with her phone in her hand, eyes glue to it, tuning out the world around her. Sitting across from her was a man, the company therapist, wearing a dress shirt with black dress pants and a tie. He had a clipboard in his hands and a pen as she spoke softly and slowly to Alexis.)
Dr Fisher: Thank you for joining me today, Alexis. I’m Dr Fisher, but you can call me Alan if you prefer.
(He noticed that she continued to ignore him completely.
Dr Fisher: So let’s just jump right in to what is going on. David said…
(She looks up from her phone towards him with no emotion on her face, yet continues to not say a word.)
Dr Fisher: David said that you were suffering from some delusions, paranoia, and psychotic episodes that result in angry outbursts. Care to tell me a little bit about that?
(She rolled her eyes and went right back into her phone. He scribbled things down on his clipboard but kept talking, trying to get her to open up.)
Dr Fisher: It also says here that you kicked your husband out of your house because you “thought he was working with David and the Russows”?
(She simply reacted with a slight huff, but didn’t look away from her phone.)
Dr Fisher: It’s ok to open up about things, Alexis. You have a lot of people on your side who want to help you. They want you to get better.
(She scoffed as she readjusted on the couch.)
Dr Fisher: Alexis, it’s ok. You can open up to me. Anything you say in this room is private between us. You can let out any feelings you have. Are you feeling hurt? Betrayed? Because both of those are ok things to feel. Can you tell me when the delusions began? What do you remember being the trigger that caused you to go into this state? What caused the hatred of the Russows? Weren’t you once friends with them?
(She glared at him, her eyes full of anger and rage.)
Dr Fisher: I see I have struck a nerve. Why dont we start with something simpler. Why are you pushing everyone who you care about, who cares about you in return, away? Do you really believe they are working with your “enemies”, or are you just trying to protect yourself from being hurt.
(Complete silence.)
Dr Fisher: Or are you protecting them from being hurt by you? Is that what this is about? You feel like you are in a downward spiral. Every time you failed at something… it ended up hurting those around you. When you lost your World Title, and your rematch. Then Heather losing her title. And you two losing your tag titles. You’ve pushed everyone away as a way to protect them, isn’t that right?
(She stood up, enraged. She then stormed out of the room without a single word. The doctor shook his head as he took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and put it up to his ear.)
Dr Fisher: David? Yeah… it’s as bad as you think…
(He proceeds to talk as the cameras cut to a commercial.)
Singles Match
Gracie Lopez vs. Shawn Young
(The match starts with Shawn Young taking quick control. Gracie takes control back quickly, and the two go back and forth for several minutes. She goes for a Style and Grace early on, but Shawn rolls out of the way and she hits the mat! He takes advantage and goes for the pin.)
1...2...NO! KICKOUT!
(Shawn takes control of the match, focusing on her left arm. He makes several attempts at submissions but Gracie refuses to give up. She breaks free and slides out of the ring. He dives after her but she is able to duck and he hits the barricade! She grabs him and throws him in the ring. She climbs the top rope and connects with a Style and Grace for the pin.)
1...2...3!!!
Winner - GRACIE LOPEZ
(The scene cuts to a shot of Laura Phoenix in her office, and the sound of knocking can be heard.)
Laura Phoenix: Come in.
(Laura looks up and cracks a big smile, but looks apprehensive as the camera pans to show Chaz Holiday enter the office. He does his best to smile as the two exchange a handshake, but he's clearly hurting and flustered from the altercation last week.)
Laura Phoenix: Chaz it's always a pleasure to see you, but I have a feeling this isn't just a friendly visit after what happened last week?
Chaz Holiday: Unfortunately not Laura. Look.. You know me. So surely this won't come as a surprise to you. I want a match with Tyson.
Laura Phoenix: Look Chaz, I'd love nothing more than to have you wrestle another match for us. Especially with Rise 2 Glory on the horizon? That's big money and frankly I miss seeing you do your thing as much as everyone else does. But after what happened at the Destiny? After last week? The violence and hatred that Sykes has shown towards you? I don't know if in good conscience I can -
Chaz Holiday: What happened at Destiny and what happened last week was Tyson Sykes waiting until I had my back turned and attacking me or sending his goons to attack me. I've been around the block Laura, you know that I know what I'm getting myself into. Is it smart? Maybe not. But I want it.
(Laura pauses a moment, tapping her pen on the desk before shaking her head.)
Laura Phoenix: Alright… alright. What about this. You're not an active member of this roster, so legally I'm not allowed to book you for anything. But… if you want your hands on Sykes, I can give you a ring and a ref at Rise 2 Glory and that's it. I can't sanction it, so whatever happens happens. The ref will be there to count the one two three, but that's it. We can't be held responsible for what Sykes will do.
(Chaz pauses before nodding himself.)
Chaz Holiday: I can accept those terms. I'll sign any waivers I need to sign. And just like you guys can't be held responsible for Sykes does… I can't be held responsible for what I do, either.
Laura Phoenix: Okay… okay you got it.
(The cameras cuts to the back, where David Shane had just got off his phone and puts it in his pocket. He lets out an aggravated sigh as he shakes his head.)
David Shane: Of course.
(He starts walking down the hall, looking in different doors and around corners. He gets to the end of a hallway and he sees that a door that is normally closed, that leads to the roof, appears to be propped open a few inches with a piece of wood. He shakes his head as he goes through the door and climbs the stairs, finding himself up on the roof. He looks around and he sees Alexis sitting in the corner, alone, rocking back and forth slightly.)
David Shane: You really are making this hard on me…
(She looks up at him, her eyes red as if from tears)
Alexis Makarios: Go away, David. Everyone else has, why won’t you?
(David walks closer then steps back.)
David Shane: You have never been able to get rid of me, telling me to go away isn’t going to work either.
Alexis Makarios: Well it should. I’m a toxic person and all I do is ruin the lives of everyone around me. I’m better off alone.
David Shane: I need you to get up and go talk to the therapist, it is required for you to come off suspension.
Alexis Makarios: No. That guy is an idiot. I don’t need a therapist, I just need people to LEAVE … ME … ALOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!!!!!
(She begins to scream towards him.)
David Shane: As your friend and your boss, Alexis, I need you to listen to me and go down to talk to him. He isn’t an idiot...He knows what he is doing? He has helped me and others within the company.
Alexis Makarios: I DON'T NEED A THERAPIST! I’M NOT CRAZY!!! I’M NOT!!! THE RUSSOWS ARE OUT TO GET ME AND THEY HAVE TAKEN EVERYONE I LOVE AWAY FROM ME!
(She is running her hands through her hair, clenching her fists as she does. He takes a step forward towards her, extending his hand.)
David Shane: Listen, Lexi. I’m trying to help you. You aren’t well. You NEED to take care of this so that I can have one of my best friends back. PLEASE, let me help you.
(She looks up and sees him take a step forward towards her. She lets out a scream as she jumps to her feet and pushes him out of her way, making a run for the door… where she is met by two rather large security guards. She turns back towards David, and the two guards each grab an arm, holding her and preventing her from moving. She fights against them but is clearly overpowered. He takes a few steps towards her, but keeps enough distance to where she can’t kick him)
David Shane: I tried to do this the easy way. I tried to help you when no one else would. I tried to get through to you. But, Red, you’ve lost it. You are sick and you just don’t know it. You need help, whether you want it or not. And now… I have to do it the hard way. I’m going to have to have you admitted to a local Psych facility for evaluation. You are a danger to yourself and others in your current state.
Alexis Makarios: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE THE AUTHORITY!
(A voice was heard coming onto the roof… that of her Husband, James Younger)
James Younger: He may not… but I do.
(She turns her head to look at him, his face was nothing more than sheer heartbreak seeing his wife in that position. He hands and envelope with papers in it to David.)
James Younger: The consent forms you needed…
(He walks over to Alexis and puts his hands on her face, looking deep into her eyes.)
James Younger: I love you, Lexi. But this isn’t you. You need help. Please… I need… and want… my wife back. I’m so sorry.
(He kissed her on the forehead, a few tears stream down his face. David gently places his hand on James’s shoulder to try and comfort him as he looked straight at Alexis.)
David Shane: You have been paranoid, delusional, acting erratic and out of character. You pushed away Heather… then you pushed away Gracie and Jenn and even Eddie… I thought for sure they could have gotten through to you. But no, you drove them away to the point Gracie stormed off angry because she can’t stand seeing you hurt yourself like this. Poor James has been by your side and supportive of every delusion you have had… and you kicked him out. So he called me… and signed the authorization forms. I’m sorry… but you have brought this on yourself by not getting the help you needed. Guys… you know what needs to be done…
(Alexis was screaming and fighting against the two men holding her. A paramedic joined them on the roof and gave her a shot in the arm. She fought for about 30 seconds before the sedative kicked in. They began to take her off the roof, James following closely, as the camera cut to David, who was shaking his head looking a mix of sad, concerned, and a little angry as the cameras cut to ringside.)
JR Freeman: Wow…
Alfonso Banks: David actually did it… He told me he was going to if needed but… I didn’t think he would actually have to go to that extreme.
JR Freeman: Well, I hope Alexis gets the help she needs. Watching her spiral downhill has been rough.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed.
Singles Match
Audrey Russow vs. Violet Amelia Holt
(The match started off with a good back and forth, as both girls were trying to get the advantage. The match was fast-paced from the start, as both of them were hitting move after move, counter after counter.It was Holt who got the first near fall, as she got Audrey in a surprise roll up.)
1…
2…
Kick Out!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, she almost had her there.
JR Freeman: I think it’s going to take a bit more than that to win this one, Alf.
(The match continued, and after a few more minutes of back and forth, the real turning point in the match came when Holt went for the Crazy Shot punch, but Audrey got out of the way. Audrey kinda took control after that, as Violet tried to mount a comeback, but was unable to, and Audrey finished things off by nailing the Ashes of Eden and going for the cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Audrey Russow!
JR Freeman: Thanks for coming, Violet. A good showing by Holt, but in the end, not enough to top Audrey.
Alfonso Banks: There were a couple moments I thought she might have her.
JR Freeman: Better luck next time.
Winner - AUDREY RUSSOW
(A clip of Nick Madison’s open challenge form the previous Riot replays on the titantron, also replaying the staredown with Cleo Phillips, as soon as the clip ends “Gangstas Paradise” blasts over the PA to a roaring crowd as Cleo herself now appears on stage, looking better than she did last time, but still sporting some bandages. She wastes no time getting into the ring, and requesting a mic, letting the crowd settle down some before she speaks.)
Cleo Phillips: Yo, what’s up? How ya’ll doing tonight?
(The crowd responds with cheers and applause.)
Cleo Phillips: Cool, that’s what's up. I gotta admit, I’m still feeling some of the war wounds I got from Sanders, but fuck it. I ain’t dead yet, and I still got a whole lot of fight left in me. Which brings me to my next point of business, last week our United Champion came out here and said he wanted a fight. He said he wanted someone who can hang. He wanted competition, a challenge. Well Nick, I think I know a badass bitch who just might fit your description.
(Cleo lowers the mic for a moment, taking in some cheers from the crowd.)
Cleo Phillips: You want a fight? Look no further than the person standing in this ring, speaking to you right now. You want a real fight? I can bring you a real fight. I just wonder if you can bring ME one? It took falling off a damn building for Sanders to take me out, before that it took being slammed down onto literal GLASS. I’m not Eddie Lopez, you’re going to need more than a dumpster to put me out. You want a real fight? I accept your challenge Nick, but as the old saying goes….
(Cleo pauses for just a moment, staring directly into the camera.)
Cleo Phillips: Be careful what you wish for.
(Cleo drops the mic, and rolls out the ring, heading backstage to “Gangstas Paradise.” and cheers from the crowd.)
JR Freeman: Well, Cleo Phillips has answered Nicks challenge from the last Riot, we’ll have wait and see how this develops.
Alfonso Banks: She couldn’t have said this last week instead of just standing there? What a waste of time.
(Outside the PWS arena, there’s a stage set up with a podium. A bunch of empty seats soon become no longer empty as they’re filled, and also taken, by a bunch of very real non-imaginary people who are eager for some reason. There are presidential banners all along the stage and on the podium. And on those banners is, of course, the face of the self-proclaimed “President of Pro Wrestling” Mike Hawk. After a few moments of people walking outside and sitting down, one poor soul missing the chair, deciding ‘fuck it’ and sitting on the ground, Hawk himself emerges, Destination NEXT briefcase in hand. Mike’s dressed in a 3-piece suit on top, and his wrestling tights and boots on the bottom. He sets the briefcase on the podium, before tapping the microphone 7 times in the classic “shave and a haircut” pattern. Looking out at the crowd, Hawk sighs heavily, his eyes closing.)
Mike Hawk: Ladies and gentlemen…
(The crowd shuts the fuck up, listening intently to every word coming out of Hawk’s mouth.)
Mike Hawk: I am gathered here today for a very important, very stupid reason. See, the PWS staff have very… helpfully… informed me that one of the jokes I told 2 weeks ago on Riot was very inappropriate, and that I should apologize for my actions.
(The crowd boos.)
Mike Hawk: I know! I know! But, rules are rules, and I’m nothing if not extremely physically attractive, so I’ll do it.
(He shifts his body to talk directly to the camera.)
Mike Hawk: I am deeply, truly, sorry. I’m incredibly sorry that I used the tragic, hilarious disease of beard cancer for my own personal gain, enjoyment, and amazing jokes. I am also sorry that you fucking crybabies can’t take a goddamn joke. But most of all… I’m sorry that Sierra Williams is such a cunt.
(The audience suddenly falls into a confused hush.)
Mike Hawk: …What!? It’s true! She’s the cuntiest cunt to ever cunt! The cunty cunt-queen of Cuntsville! Cunt Elizacunt the sec-cunt! In fact, I think she should check into the hospital, because she’s got a severe case of Cuntington’s disease!
(He jumps up, fist pumping into the air.)
Mike Hawk: WOO! Bringing it back! Don’t even know if it was a thing, but I’m bringing it back!
(He smirks, moving back to the podium and looking out at the audience.)
Mike Hawk: Now look…
(He picks up a tiny dog and puts it on the podium.)
Mike Hawk: …At this dog.
(It’s a very cute dog. He’s a good boy, yes he is! Yes he is!!! After eliciting an ‘awww’ from the audience, Mike grabs the dog and puts him back down, letting him run off the stage with his cute little dog-legs.)
Mike Hawk: Now then… while we’re talking about Cunty McGee, let’s discuss the rumours about this so-called “loss” I suffered at the hands of
Sierra Williams 2 weeks ago. I’d like to put those rumours to bed right here and now! I did not “lose” that match. It wouldn’t make sense. Me? Losing? Right after winning inarguably the biggest match of my career, for me to lose would just be unthinkable! And to lose to something as stupid as a roll-up? What kind of idiot would I have to be to fall for that!? The PWS staff, despite all evidence to the contrary, are not morons, they should know that this does not count as a loss on my record!
(Someone stands up.)
Random Unlucky Shmoe: But, Mr. Hawk…
(Hawk jumps down off the stage, runs at the fellow, who shrieks, and Hawk delivers a FYIA on the group of chairs directly behind him. Standing up peacefully and calmly, Hawk simply walks back up onto the stage, and back behind the podium.)
Mike Hawk: However… they are counting it as a loss on my record, which is ridiculous! As far as I’m concerned, I’m still your undefeated Destination NEXT winner, and your undisputed President! …Oh! Speaking of which…
(Hawk pulls out his “Rising star of the year” award, with a piece of masking tape over top with “President of Pro Wrestling” written on it in sharpie.)
Mike Hawk: Thank you for officially voting me your president for life! I couldn’t have asked for more… because I’m pretty sure Laura Phoenix is mad at me for destroying the glass in her office door.
(Hawk pauses awkwardly.)
Mike Hawk: So no, I didn’t lose. I’m still undefeated, and anyone who says otherwise is a fucking nerd and you shouldn’t trust them.
(He smirks, looking out at the crowd.)
Mike Hawk: This has been your president speaking. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an unlabeled steak burrito in the fridge in catering and I need to make sure Levi Russow doesn’t take it. Peace!
(He gives the peace symbol, putting some inexplicable sunglasses on and starting to walk off-stage, stumbling a bit and almost falling, but catching himself and walking off, surrounded by big beefy men in suits with “SECURITY” written on their jackets, also on some masking tape, and also written in sharpie. The presidential march plays as he walks off. Hawk flips off the camera once as the crowd claps for him, before walking off-camera, the camera cutting.)
Main Event
Hardcore Match
Non-Title Match
Heather Haze vs. Jonathan Sanders
(The bell rings as a familiar scream of “TRAITORS!” echoes through the arena. As The Lost Cause steps through the curtain, the collateral damage championship dragging limply behind him. Dionysus follows him out, looking as intimidating as ever.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a non-title hardcore match, set for one fall. Introducing first… being accompanied to the ring by Dionysus… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is the Collateral Damage Champion… “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders!
(Sanders makes his way down the ramp, rolling his wrists and wincing, giving his usual creepy grin as he slowly walks to the ring. Walking down the ramp, he glares at a few audience members, who continue to boo him, as per usual. He slides under the bottom rope, slumping in the corner, waiting for Heather Haze to enter.)
(“I Wanna Be Bad” starts blaring, “The Bad Girl” displaying on the screen as Heather Haze steps out, to a much more positive reaction than normal, given her opponent. She strikes her usual pose, dancing to the music.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent, from San Fernando Valley, California, weighing 115 pounds, “The Bad Girl” Heather Haze!
(Haze does a baseball slide into the ring, eyeing the Collateral Damage title as she does so. Dionysus grabs a chair for Sanders, sliding it into the ring for him. He grabs it as the bell rings, immediately tossing it into Haze’s hands and dropkicking it into her face!)
JR Freeman: Sanders already taking advantage of the stipulation!
Alfonso Banks: Well, this is a very Sanders match!
JR Freeman: True, I think he’s a little more experienced with this kind of thing than Haze is. Not to discredit The Bad Girl, of course. I’m just saying, Haze will have to try very hard to match the raw intensity of The Lost Cause!
(Capitalizing, Sanders grabs the chair again, smashing it over the back of Haze repeatedly. Turning her over so she’s laying on her back, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle, looking for an early finish.)
JR Freeman: Is he going for a Total Eclipse already!?
Alfonso Banks: Makes sense! He doesn’t see her as enough of a threat to deserve more than this!
(He jumps off, looking for a Total Eclipse of the Soul, but Haze gets her knees up, which Sanders runs into, falling onto the mat below. Haze soon rolls to the edge of the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and looking under the ring for a weapon. Sanders starts getting up and The Bad Girl grabs a kendo stick. Sanders backs up and jumps out of the ring with a Taupe Suicida, knocking both competitors down.)
Alfonso Banks: Beautifully executed Taupe Suicida from Sanders!
(A moment passes, both people getting up, Haze grabbing the kendo stick and nailing Sanders in the head with it. Sanders takes it, slumping onto the barricade and looking up at Haze with that sadistic smile of his. He makes a ‘come on’ motion with his hands and Haze smacks him over the back with it, causing him to fall to one knee, one hand still on the barricade. Haze shrugs, putting the stick down and backing off a bit. Sanders stands up fully and she runs at him, hitting him with a spear! She stands up, walking over to the announce tables, taking the covering off of one of them. Meanwhile, Sanders is up to his feet. As Haze turns around, he runs at her, grabbing her in headscissors and following through with a hurricanrana! He grabs her, picking her up and putting her onto the now-cleared announce table. Getting on it with her, Sanders picks her up again, looking to inflict some more punishment, but is caught out of nowhere with The Jailbait, sending him through the table!)
JR Freeman: Jailbait! This one’s over!
1!
2!
…
(Before the ref can count to 3, Haze is being lifted off of Sanders by Dionysus.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh-oh!
JR Freeman: Run, Heather! Run while you can!
(Dio puts Haze down, smirking as she tries to fight back, delivering some stiff right hands to the much larger man, the 19-inch height difference very clear as he stands in front of her, glaring down at the former Collateral Damage Champion. He grabs Haze by the throat, looking for the Loaded Pistol, when Chaz Holiday jumps the barricade!)
JR Freeman: It’s Chaz Holiday!
Alfonso Banks: Dammit! What’s he doing here!? This fight isn’t his!
JR Freeman: I think he’s about to make it his!
Alfonso Banks: Against Dionysus, that’s a stupid move on Chaz’s part.
(Holiday runs to the apron, jumping onto the ropes and jumping off with a springboard missile dropkick to the back of Dionysus, who falls to his knees, glaring at Chaz. He stands up, Sanders now having stood up too. Sanders runs at Haze, hitting her with a Downward Spiral, while Chaz takes a huge lariat from Dionysus!)
(All 4 competitors brawl for another moment before Tyson Sykes starts running down the entranceway, though he’s stopped halfway down by the PWS: Apex World Champion Sierra Williams!)
JR Freeman: Sierra Williams!?
Alfonso Banks: Well she definitely doesn’t belong in this fight!
(Williams runs over to Sykes, delivering some stiff kicks, before laying in with a single-leg dropkick.)
Alfonso Banks: Y’know, if she used both legs for that, it’d be more effective!
JR Freeman: Seems plenty effective to me!
(She picks up Sykes, walking him to the ringside area, throwing him into the turnbuckle. Sanders, meanwhile, is on said turnbuckle, where he dives off and hits Sierra with a diving crossbody! At the same time, Chaz has the kendo stick from earlier and is battering Dionysus with it. Haze grabs a steel chair, running over and smacking Dio in the knees, causing him to buckle. Once The Mad God is on his knees, Chaz Holiday backs up a little, connecting with a superkick, knocking the big man down!)
(After another minute or so of brawling, the referee determines that enough is enough and rings the bell, declaring the clusterfuck of a match to be a no contest.)
Winner - MATCH THROWN OUT
(Dionysus, now standing, picks Haze up and hits her with the Rusty Cleaver, meanwhile Sanders attacks Chaz, who fights back with a Snap Powerslam. Since the bell has been rung, security runs down to ringside, separating the competitors, holding back ANTITHESIS as best they can. 5 people hold back Dionysus, with 2 each for Sanders and Sykes. The other 3 get into the ring, looking down at ANTITHESIS, then at each other, tensely. Sierra glares at Heather, Heather at Holiday, Holiday at Sierra, but none of them make moves on one another.)
JR Freeman: No doubt about it, these 6 people want to kill each other!
(Suddenly, a voice is heard. It’s Laura Phoenix, GM of PWS: APEX.)
Laura Phoenix: Hold on just a minute!
(She walks onto the stage, to a cheering crowd.)
Laura Phoenix: You 6 want to fight so badly?
(The 3 competitors in the ring look at her, ANTITHESIS still intending to get to them.)
Laura Phoenix: Fine. 2 weeks from now, at the next Riot, there will be a 6-person tag match! It will be Heather Haze…
(She points into the ring, as the camera zooms in on Haze, to a mixed reaction.)
Laura Phoenix: Sierra Williams…
(The crowd boos, as the camera pans over to the world champion.)
Laura Phoenix: And Chaz Holiday…
(The camera pans to Chaz, who gets a significant pop.)
Laura Phoenix: Versus ANTITHESIS!
(The 3 men look over at Laura, Dionysus getting a wide, sadistic grin, not unlike that of Sanders, Sykes looks over at Chaz, mouthing ‘You’re a dead man’, and Sanders just laughs.)
Laura Phoenix: See you all then!
(She exits. ANTITHESIS starts walking to the back, security following them to make sure they don’t double back on the 3 in the ring. The camera zooms in on Heather Haze, Chaz Holiday and Sierra Williams, Haze raising one arm in victory, Sierra holding her world title in the air, and Holiday looking like he’s still ready for a fight.)
JR Freeman: Next Riot will be a historic night! ANTITHESIS will all be competing in the same match! Not to mention the in-ring comeback of “Fantabulous” Chaz Holiday!
(The tense alliance between the 3 holds strong, giving each other looks, but remaining focused and determined, as the show goes off the air.)