Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jul 15, 2021 0:27:46 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT
Tuesday, July 13th, 2021
LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
*REVVVVVV*
JR Freeman: What the HELL is going on!?
(The entire arena starts to shake as we hear dozens of souped-up motors roaring to life as the camera flies to the parking lot area where we see...the entirety of the arena has been SURROUNDED by these behemoth, primeval, stripped down dirty beasts of vehicles. Ambika Renton and Laura Phoenix come running out looking as panicked as you could image when they’re suddenly surrounded by these...unsettling characters. People from all walks of life, different disabilities, each one of them has something unique to offer. And while they have the ladies surrounded suddenly the biggest engine roars to life as massive headlights blind them for a moment. The behemoth starts spinning its wheels as the “Freekz” rev their engines louder as we hear the battle theme from Pacific Rim.)
Alfonso Banks: I WANT MY MOMMY!
JR Freeman: IT’S THAT DAMN REVEREND SYNISTER! IT’S GOTTA BE! GET OUTTA THERE GIRLS!
(The behemoth suddenly roars to life speeding towards them as Ambika bravely grabs Laura and tries to shield her when suddenly the mountain of what seems to be a refurbished garrison truck to fit two immensely wicked thrones forged from iron, rock, and bone screams to a halt JUST before them! A hefty cloud of dust follows and engulfs the entire area as we hear people coughing...except the Freekz. Who are now celebrating...as Ambika and Laura stand up and look up towards the thrones where in an ethereal-shimmering Goddess dress, Mattie Cormier floats forward like a supernatural angelic vision. The fans immediately shake the arena almost as much as the trucks did when they realize…)
Mattie Cormier: ...oye Mami, you didn’t start WITHOUT us...did you?
Laura Phoenix: Us...is he!?
Mattie Cormier: Ah Mamacita...Why don’t you ask him...yourself?
(Suddenly a light flashes and we see the dark vision of Mack McKane. Standing stoic on his throne with his left arm shaking at his side and his right arm twirling Cutrina. He looks...unstable...at best.)
Laura Phoenix: It’s good to see you Mack-
Mack McKane: How!? How did we fail!? There was no way we could fail! HOW THE FUCK IS THAT SNAKE OIL PREACHER STILL ALIVE!?
(Mack suddenly flips his coat and stomps off of the truck as we hear nothing but the roaring silence of engines turning off...as the Freekz swarm around.)
Mack McKane: Let’s get...one thing straight. I don’t need your titles. I don’t need your money. I don’t even need your praise. What I need...is REVEREND SYNISTERS HEAD...ON A SSSSTICK!!! And we WILL have what we want, won’t we? SO! Here’s the skinny. Last time...it was us against Satan’s army.
Laura Phoenix: ...I was there.
Mack McKane: Well THIS time…
(Mack holds out his hands and the Freekz erupt!)
Mack McKane: I’ll explain more…
...at Rise To Glory.
Mack McKane: We will be there...we will watch over your precious show...and the moment. The SECOND...he tips his hand...I will have him. And when that time comes...when it’s down to the marrow drawn painfully from the bone and it’s me or Syn? No security guards...no mid carders...no Hall of Famers better get in my way. I’m ending it this time.
Laura Phoenix: Mack we can’t justify you being at Rise To Glory unless you’re a-
(Before Laura says anything, a contract comes sliding across the ground at her feet as she picks it up and looks...Mack McKane has re-signed with PWS:Apex. As Laura beams ear to ear and hugs the contract suddenly another one comes flying out of nowhere.)
Laura Phoenix: What the Hell?
(She picks this one up and it’s signed...Krash. Who is suddenly standing by his brother with his hood drawn and half his face painted.)
Laura Phoenix: Krash you’re...already a competitor?
Krash: Russow forgot to officially sign me.
Ambika Renton: Goddammit Levi!
(Mack takes the mask off his face as he steps up to Laura.)
Mack McKane: Things are Hell right now. You’re gonna need a Ferryman across the River Styx. Book a match. I don’t care which one. THAT will validate me being there. And THAT...is when I’ll have him. OR…
(Mack puts his mask back on and helps Mattie back to her throne as he belts out a war cry which is echoed by the massive Freekz who are roaring their engines to life!)
Mack McKane: Hard to keep a camera still when the apocalypse is at your front door...I’m offering you the winning side. Think it over. We’ll be...around.
(With that, Mack whistles and like a parade the Freekz file out as Mack’s travelling throne slinks straight back into the darkness slowly.)
Mack McKane: Ta, Mademoiselles.
JR Freeman: OH MIOS DIOS!!!! THE MACK ATTACK IS BACK, JACK!!!
Alfonso Banks: I’m CERTAIN Jack was already aware he was returning…
JR Freeman: ...PINCHE idiota!
(Once they are completely gone, Ambika and Laura look from each other to the contracts and both get a bit of a smile on their face as they re-enter the building.)
Singles Match
Mike Hawk vs. Cleo Phillips
(This one starts off surprisingly technically, with Hawk and Cleo locking horns in a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. The pure wrestling doesn’t last long, however, as Cleo is able to get Hawk into a headlock and he immediately starts his shenanigans by poking her in the eyes to get out of it. This sets the tone for most of the match to come, with Cleo going on the offensive for a stretch followed by Hawk pulling a cheap or underhanded tactic to escape. Things change about midway through, when Cleo has Hawk locked in an armbar and he manages to comedically scramble his way to the ropes, forcing a break. Hawk is able to take the advantage after that, making use of a distracted referee to poke Cleo in the eyes with a resounding shout of “Krav-Maga!” He then uses his size advantage to keep the more-agile and high-flying Phillips Grounded, but the Body Snatcher is no stranger to brawling, so she’s able to hold her own. Things remain pretty back-and-forth, with Hawk using every trick in the book to get an upper hand but never quite able to keep Cleo down. The finish of this one is action-packed as ever, with Hawk managing to pull the referee in front of himself to intercept a Milly Rock! As the referee falls to the mat, Cleo lashes out furiously and grabs Hawk by the hair, hoofing him between the legs and dropping him to the mat with the Set it Off! The Body Snatcher covers him, but the referee still isn’t up, so she stands up and tries to revive the official. While she’s doing this Hawk is able to scramble to the corner, and as Cleo pursues him Hawk shouts “GET HER, CASEY!” and whirls around to clock the #1 contender with his Destination NEXT briefcase, Casey Casem - still very much adorned with adorable googly eyes. He then grins a wide, shit-eating grin and stands up - shakily, still feeling the effects of the Set it Off - and shakes the referee until he wakes up. Hawk covers Cleo…
1…
2…
(NO! A REVERSAL! Cleo Phillips rolls Hawk through into a small-package pin, grabbing an extra handful of tights for good measure, because old habits die hard…
1…
2…
3! Phillips wins! It’s over!)
Winner - CLEO PHILLIPS
(Inside one of the locker rooms in the PWS arena while he is waiting to go to the ring for his match tonight with Shawn Young where the winner would become the number one contender to the Collateral Damage Championship, Matthew Paul is currently partaking in what is a very odd occurrence for him.
Matthew is pacing, something that his manager Ginger, even trying as hard as she can, is not able to keep from smiling and even laughing some.)
Ginger: “I never thought I would see this day if I am being honest.”
(Still pacing back and forth very quickly, Matthew responds, though as you can imagine he is not all smiles, rainbows, and unicorns when doing so.)
Matthew: “What are you babbling on about now? Because in case you haven’t noticed I am trying to get mentally prepared for Shawn Young’s execution momentaily.”
Ginger: “I said that I never thought I would see this day. You, Matthew Paul, the “King of the Indies”, is heading into a match nervous? I personally find it very amusing, just a touch adorable, and dare I even say slightly attractive in a weird sort of way.”
(The scoff came even before Ginger was finished speaking, and was followed by an even ruder response than one might expect as Matthew stopped pacing long enough to stare at Ginger before just shaking his head.)
Matthew: “Pull your head out of your ass, stop embarrassing yourself by opening your mouth, and just listen to me Ginger. I am Matthew Son of a bitchin’ Paul and the one thing that I never do is get nervous.”
Ginger: “Sure. You are just pacing back forth faster and faster like I have never seen before for no reason.”
Matthew: “I am pacing back and forth because I need to calm down from being so damned excited!”
Ginger: “Alright then, I will bite Matthew. What is causing the issue that has you so excited?”
Matthew: “I have been here as a member of the PWS roster since April and finally I am starting to get some people to take notice of how I am completely dominating everyone that I get into the ring with.”
(Ginger is just about to say something else when Matthew interrupts her before she even starts.)
Matthew: “No, no, let me finish. I have been dominating everyone, and do you know what happens after tonight? We are headed to Rise to Glory, where I finally take that first step where I want to be, where I get my opportunity that management has been keeping me from all along. Because at Rise to Glory I will be challenging Jonathan Sanders for the Collateral Damage Championship. Don’t you get it Ginger? This is what I deserve, what I have deserved from day one here damn it, to compete for championships! Finally, whether management in this company likes it or not, they are starting to realize that they cannot ignore me any longer!”
Ginger: “Whooaaaaaa, easy there Cowboy! Don’t you think that you are putting the cart before the horse a bit here? You have to defeat Shawn Young tonight first before even start to think about Rise to Glory, Jonathan Sanders, and the Collateral Damage Championship.”
(Looking at her and laughing, Matthew just shakes his head.)
Matthew: “If you think that some kid that is 20 or 21 years old is going to cause me and issue tonight on my destiny at Rise to Glory, then your head is even further your ass than I first thought.”
Ginger: “I know that it gives you some type of perverted joy to insult my intelligence, but I just wanted to remind you that I actually have an MBA.”
Matthew: “Yeah? Well you could have fooled me. Anyway let’s get to the ring so I can do to Shawn Young what I have done to everyone else, Dominate!”
(Chaz Holiday is out in the ring, already. Standing in the center of the ring, a mic in hand, the expression on his face much different than his typical demeanor. The usual beaming smile was replaced with a look of seriousness.)
Chaz Holiday: I've been harassed on the internet. I've been sneak attacked. I've had a champagne bottle smashed over my head. I've got staples in my scalp. All at the hands of one man. Tyson Sykes. And the fact that I need to stand in this ring and feel like I'm one step away from getting on my knees and begging for this contract to get signed? It's preposterous.
I've signed the deal. The ink has long dried. Sykes harped, poked and prodded me, for this match. So tell me why I'm I'm guy that's standing in the ring and still waiting for the signature. Tell me why I'M waiting for HIM. I gave him what he wanted. I'm here. I'm ready to fight him. My name is on the paper. Look, I'm sorry but this is ridiculous. I'm usually a mild mannered person but I'm tired of the games. I want Tyson out here to sign the contract and I want him out here now.
(Suddenly we cut to the backstage area where we see a deep red car pull into the parking lot. We see a backstage interviewer enter the scene as Tyson Sykes exits his car with the Manila folder in hand.)
Claire Anderson: Tyson, I know you just got here but Chaz Holiday is currently in the ring demanding to know if you've signed the contract and if not, that you sign it on the spot-
(Sykes, with a look of disbelief on his face interrupts them.)
Tyson Sykes: Are you fucking kidding me? I've literally been in the arena for thirty seconds. And if I've said it once I've said it a million times, the fucking GAUL of Chaz Holiday to demand anything from me. Chaz, if you're still out there listen close.
(Sykes takes the contract out of the folder and holds it close to the camera to reveal that there's still only one signature, Chaz's.)
Tyson Sykes: I begged for this match. I busted my ass to get it. But now? You're making it real hard to want to sign this thing. YOU. ARE. NOT. IN. CONTROL. You know what? In fact, I'm not booked tonight so fuck this. I'm going back to my hotel room, and I'll sign the contract there in peace and quiet away from prying eyes.
(Sykes turns towards his car, then looks back at the camera.)
Tyson Sykes: If I decide to sign it at all.
Chaz Holiday: Really? Are you kidding me right now?
(Holiday looks on in disbelief. He drops the mic and exits the ring. He shakes his head, a clear look of annoyance on his face as he makes his way up the ramp.)
#1 Contender for Collateral Damage Title
Matthew Paul vs. Shawn Young
(Matthew and Shawn stare each other down in the middle of the rig. The referee checks both men for hidden weapons before calling for the bell. As soon as the bell rings, the fans erupt as out onto the entrance ramp sulks the Collateral Damage Champion, Jonathan Sanders. He holds the title over his shoulder as he slowly paces back and forth… watching the match in the ring.)
JR Freeman: Seems that Sanders is making his presence known.
Alfonso Banks: He seems to be scouting his Rise To Glory competition. One of these men is going to go on to face him for the title.
JR Freeman: A smart move on the champions' part.
(The match starts off high paced, with neither man able to fully connect with a move. Shawn gets Matthew in a headlock, but before he can capitalize on it Matthew manages to escape and put Shawn in a headlock of his own. This back and forth continues for about a minute before Shawn was able to take down Matthew with quick DDT. The match maintained a high paced back and forth action for the next 5 minutes or so.)
Alfonso Banks: Seems that this match is quickly wearing out both participants.
JR Freeman: And Sanders is still at the top of the ramp… just watching.
(Sanders was, indeed, pacing back and forth slowly at the top of the ramp, sizing up both guys in the ring as the match continued. At one point, Matthew gets Shawn down and jumps to the top rope, going for the Best Moonsault Ever. He flies through the air and just as he would connect, Shawn moves out of the way. Shawn sees that and he takes quick action. He jumps up to the top rope and connects with a Young Hit Press for the pin!)
1...2...3!!!
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER AND #1 CONTENDER FOR THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE TITLE … SHAWN YOUNG!!!
(Shawn hops up and the referee raises his hands in victory. He looks up to the ramp and motions to his waist as he stares down Sanders. Sanders glares as the show cuts to a commercial.)
Winner - SHAWN YOUNG
(The scene opens up in the back where Miss Puppies and her newly-revealed husband, Dirty Dogg, were sitting in her locker room. She lifted up her leg a bit and let out a loud fart. Dirty Dogg laughed.)
Dirty Dogg: That was a good one. But I can beat it.
(He lifts up his leg in response, but before he can let er rip, there was a loud knock at the door. They both looked at the door confused.)
Miss Puppies: Did you order dinner?
Dirty Dogg: No. You expecting anyone?
Miss Puppies: Not that I know of…
(She walks to the door and opens it, seeing a small pushcart with a large pitcher of beer on it, and 2 beer glasses. It was obvious that it was ice cold due to the condensation on the outside of the pitcher. She looked side to side but didn’t see anyone. She then noticed next to the pitcher was a square white box. On top was a small handwritten note. She picked it up.)
Miss Puppies: Courtesy of Management. Bout time!!!
(She looked down and saw that the box had the words “OPEN ME” written in big letters. She grinned as she opened the box and a cream pie on a spring loader went off and sprung a whole tin of whipped cream on her face!)
Miss Puppies: SQUID!!!!!
(Dirty Dogg rushed to the door and saw his wife’s face covered in whipped cream and stiffled a giggle. He reached out and got a bunch of it on a finger and licked it off, grinning.)
Dirty Dogg: MMMMM That’s delicious.
Miss Puppies: I’m gonna kill him, I swear to god I am gonna dine on calamari tonight!!!
(The cameras cut to backstage, where we see Claire Anderson standing by.)
Claire Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, one half of the PWS: APEX Tag Team Champions, Audrey Russow. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me. Can you give us any word on how You and Dan are doing? We really haven’t heard anything from you two in the past few weeks.
Audrey Russow: Yeah, we’re hanging in there as best we can I guess. Dan really has been taking things hard since we lost his father just before Father’s Day.
Claire Anderson: Oh my gosh, Audrey. I’m so sorry.
Audrey Russow: Yeah, he’s taking it really hard. I think what hurts the most is they were just starting to put a mends on their relationship, and then he was taken from us. I’m trying to do what I can to help him get through it, but it’s hard.
Claire Anderson: I hate to ask this, but, so you think the two of you will be able to defend your titles at Rise to Glory in a couple of weeks?
Audrey Russow: Honestly? I’m not sure. It’s really going to be a day by day kinda thing. I hate to leave management in that position, but I really don’t feel comfortable answering that one way or the other right now.
(Suddenly, Claire let’s put a gasp, and tries to get out of the way, as Audrey is struck from behind by Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez,m, with Madison alongside her, as the two begin to attack Audrey. They are yelling at her as they punch and kick her, before getting her up and running her into the backstage interview set.)
Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez: Save the sob story for someone who cares!
Madison Carpenter: We’ll see you at Rise to Glory!
(The girls laugh and smile, proud of the damage they caused, as Audrey writhes in pain. Security rushes the scene, but the girls scatter when Daniel Russow comes running down the hall after them. He stops when he gets to the scene, but instead of going after the Carpenters, he kneels down by Audrey to check on her.)
Daniel Russow: I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have been here. They’re not gonna get away with this.
(The scene cuts away back to ringside as paramedics check on Audrey.)
Singles Match
Krash vs. Violet Amelia Holt
(The referee checks both Krash and Violet for weapons before calling for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(Krash starts off overpowering Violet, trying to go for quick pinfalls and rollups, but none successful.)
JR Freeman: Seems that Krash just wants to end this match early.
Alfonso Banks: Can you blame him?
(Violet starts to gain some momentum, keeping Krash on his toes. They fight back and forth with their different strategies for a few minutes before they are both showing signs of exhaustion.)
Alfonso Banks: They look tired… this can’t go on much longer.
JR Freeman: How long can Violet keep up this pace and avoid Krash?
(Krash connects with a “Lost Boys Breakdown” and goes for the pin.)
1...2...3!!!
DING DING DING
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER … KRASH!!!
Winner - KRASH
(The man known as Alexander Lyons appears in another video on the titantron, in his crumbled throne, surrounded by crumbling pillars and walls.)
Alexander Lyons: I just want to make it clear that nobody is safe. When the time to conquer comes, PWS will begin its descent into the darkest times it’s ever seen. None of you are ready for what comes next upon the arrival of the exiled prince, and I do mean..NONE of you.
(A promotional image of Laura Phoenix flashes on screen, for a moment.)
Alexander Lyons: The head bitch in charge. Like that matters to me. Do you remember where you were a few years ago Laura? Because I do. I remember you losing a match to my nitwit cousin in his debut. It didn't happen on PWS soil, but it happened. If you can’t even defeat my little cousin, what are you going to do if the exiled prince decides to focus and conquer you? Now while you lost to my cousin in his debut, someone else here also has a connection to my family.
(A promotional image of Cleo Phillips appears on screen, like the one with Laura.)
Alexander Lyons: Trained by my father, were you Miss Cleo? You know who never got an invite to the school? ME. I had to figure this out on my own. I got myself here. I know your history, I know what your about,. You’re not the only one who has struggles sweetheart. If you knew some of mine, they’d make whatever yours are pale in comparison. Try me, I’ll conquer you so hard and turn you back into a street rat.
(A promo image of all the champions appears, The Russows, Jonathan Sanders, Nick Madison and of course Sierra Williams.)
Alexander Lyons: Them? THEY are your front line? You’re going to need better warriors than that I’m afraid. Jonathan Sanders is the hyena I said he was last week. Nothing has changed, and The Russows? Such a loving family aren’t they? Isn’t family great? I didn’t get to be a real part of mine. I’m better for it too. Nothing to hold me back, I don’t need to worry about any emotions to those people. Truthfully, family is overrated.
(He keeps the scowl on his face.)
Alexander Lyons: And Nick, oh Nick. You’re supposed to be some tough guy right? I just don’t see the appeal. I mean, you’re a bit bland are you not? You may have a championship but it proves nothing, because at the end of the day, when the show ends...nobody is thinking about anything Nick Madison did.
(Alexander shows little expression, as he speaks into the camera.)
Alexander Lyons: And of course our esteemed world champion. You might sit on top of the world for now, but it won’t last long. If I chose to conquer you upon my arrival, I will expose you as the paper champion you know deep down inside you are. NONE OF YOU ARE A THREAT TO ME.
(Alexander suddenly shows more emotion, raising his voice several octaves.)
Alexander Lyons: The conquering is coming soon. I’m not a man who likes waiting. One or more of you have been marked, and my conquest begins when I...RISE TO GLORY.
(As soon as he finishes speaking, the feed cuts very jarringly to static.)
“Oh beautiful, for spacious skies…”
(We open, as ever, on a close-up shot of the American flag. As Old Glory flaps in the breeze, the opening of “America the Beautiful'' has already started to play us in. As a result, the scene wastes no time in changing from the flag itself to a beautiful vista of exactly those spacious skies mentioned in the lyrics, a sunset over a gorgeous verdant meadow.)
“For amber waves of grain…”
(We cut to precisely what the song states; amber grain stalks, hundreds or possibly thousands of them, waving in the breeze on a quaint farmer’s field in the rural midwest.)
“For purple mountain majesties,
“Above the fruited plain.”
(Once again, to match the patriotic song’s lyrics we cut to a beautiful, sprawling shot of the rocky mountains, before quickly panning outward to reveal the plains below them.)
(As the song moves into the chorus, we change from this to shots of natural beauty to the skylines of American cities; famous tourist destinations like San Francisco, LA, Chicago, Seattle with the Space Needle, Las Vegas and finally New York City.)
“America! America!
God shed his grace on thee;
And crown thy good
With brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea!”
(There’s a brief pause, the video fading to black as the song enters its instrumental interlude. We hold on this for a beat, before white text appears on the screen.)
“In February 2020, America broke.”
(This message sits on the screen for a moment before it vanishes as the song picks back up. This time, the lyrics are accompanied by shots of the pandemic and its fallout. We see stadiums filled with hospital beds, converted into makeshift facilities to house the ill and infirm. We see the insides of actual hospitals with doctors and nurses running around frantically, beds lining the hallways, all full of patients on ventilators.)
“Oh beautiful for patriot dream,
That sees beyond the years…’
(We cut from here to see skylines of the same cities as before, but this time they’re abandoned. Times square is empty, the Las Vegas strip has gone dark, the streets of LA are bereft of people and the Golden Gate bridge is absent of cars, closed due to the effects of the pandemic.)
“Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears…”
(We continue this tour of empty city streets, but this time intersperse it with shots detailing the human cost of the pandemic. We see the government’s lacklustre response, the former president downplaying the severity of the virus as infection numbers continue to rise. We see more scenes of overcrowded hospitals and makeshift arena clinics. We’re also treated to shots of the local homeless population struggling with the illness, along with violent and angry anti-mask rallies and signs.)
“America! America!
God mend thine ev’ry flaw!
Confirm thy soul
In self-control,
Thy liberty in law!”
(Once again, the music dies down and we find ourselves on a black screen, overlaid with white text.)
“Prior to the COVID-19 pandemic, the United States had fewer doctors and hospital beds per capita than almost any other developed country. Over 31 million Americans were uninsured before the pandemic, and widespread job losses - with no social safety net in place for those affected - resulted in that number jumping to nearly 40 million by the end of 2020.”
(The text hangs on the screen for a moment before it changes.)
“While other countries stressed the importance of flattening the curve and gave their citizens financial incentives to stay home to curb the spread, U.S. leadership downplayed the effects of the illness and offered nothing to its people while the death toll rose to over half a million.”
(We switch here to shots of nurses with marks on their faces from masks and personal protective equipment. We cycle through these images to more news footage of the death toll rising and some of the absurd claims made about drinking bleach and injecting sunlight into the body through the skin. Finally, the images bring us back around to children being fitted with ventilators as their families look on, the elderly in quarantined rooms with doctors and nurses in full PPE suits tending to them as their loved ones are turned away at the door, and a list of celebrities who passed away as a result of the virus.)
“America! America!
God shed his grace on thee!
And crown thy good
With brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea!”
(There’s another beat as the screen fades to black. The song plays out its last few notes and draws to a close as one final string of messages is displayed on the screen.)
“Despite spending more per capita on healthcare than every other country in the world, America still saw the highest rates of infection and death due to COVID-19, surpassing even hotspots like India and Brazil. Americans pay more for their healthcare than citizens of any other country, and yet consistently report some of the worst outcomes and life expectancy on Earth.”
(A beat, and the message changes.)
“Doesn’t it seem like you could do better?”
(This message slowly fades, but is replaced by one more.)
“Don’t you think you need...a hero?”
(A beat, and we slowly fade.)
Singles Match
Dickie Watson (w/Aiden Reynolds) vs. Kate Steele-Warren
(Dickie and Kate circle around the ring with each other as Aiden Reynolds pounds onj the mat to get Dickie hyped up)
JR Freeman: Dickie looks light on his feet ready to go.
Alfonso Banks:: The former tag team champion’s return has been met with some antagonistic comments by the roster.
JR Freeman: He’s not just a former PWS Apex tag champion, he’s also a former DIVISION world champion, Project Honor Grand Champion and current Empire champion…..
(Kate and Dickie locked up, Dickie showing his impressive speed ducking down and tripping Kate up, she falls face first and Dickie starts to mat wrestle. Aiden gives him a golf clap as he holds Kate down with a front headlock. Dickie narrows his eyes and shakes his head before Kate is able to slip out, she bounces off the ropes and hits Dickie with a hurricanrana, Dickie rolls across the ring and out to the floor. Aiden runs up and starts to talk to Dickie, patting him on the back. Kate shakes her head.)
JR Freeman: Dickie took Kate down, but Kate showed us she has that trademark speed.
Alfonso Banks: But Dickie is no slouch either…
(Dickie and Kate lock up again, this time Dickie hits a series of arm drags and then a standing dropkick before popping back up. Aiden has now leapt over the barricade and is sitting in the front row eating popcorn. Dickie tilts his head and stays on the attack hitting a hard chop, he stays with the upper hand before Kate is able to create some distance and hit a pele kick out of nowhere!)
Alfonso Banks: This match has been ninety percent Dickie Watson…
JR Freeman: Kate has shown us some heart, but that Pele kick was pure luck.
(Kate tries to get the upper hand hitting the ropes and going for a yakuza kick, Dickie catches Kate's leg, spins her around and lifts Kate up turning into a blue thunder bomb for a two, Dickie glances at his tag team partner who slowly holds up a piece of paper with “9.5” written on it, Dickie scowls, Aiden sighs and writes on the other side holding up a “10”. Dickie gives him a thumbs up and goes back on the attack. Kate hits a hard right hand on Dickie and hits the ropes again to get speed, bhut runs right into a DICKIE’S REVENGE! Dickie rolls Kate over and hooks the leg.)
ONE
TWO
THREE!
JR Freeman: DICKIE WINS!
Winner - DICKIE WATSON
(We cut to a shot of the outside of a hotel. After a moment we fade in on Tyson Sykes standing at the balcony, looking out the window.)
Tyson Sykes: Here's the thing. There was never a chance in hell I wasn't going to sign this contract. This match is something that I want more than anything right now. I don't give a fuck about climbing the ladder, or impressing the suits, or even the championship - this match is more important to me because it's personal. Chaz, you've made my life a living hell with your holier than thou attitude, your childish demands, getting management on your side to attack me on social media. This was a lesson. Nobody tells Tyson Sykes what to do. Nobody. I hope I got your heart racing, your blood boiling, because at Rise 2 Glory? I want a fight, a challenge, I want the legendary Hall of Fame Chaz Holiday - not the real Chaz Holiday. A colorful, corny, whiney bitch.
(Sykes smirks and walks over to the kitchen table, where the contract sits. He grabs a pen and signs it, tossing the pen across the counter. Carefully he folds the contract and slides it into his back pocket at his turns toward the camera.)
Tyson Sykes: Rise 2 Glory marks the return of a legend… and the death of one. Count the bodies.
(With a sly smile, Syke's train of thought is thrown off by a knock at his hotel door.)
Voice: Room service.
Tyson Sykes: Now if you'll excuse me, while you sit there worrying about this contract? I'm going to enjoy my time holding all the power right here.
(With a laugh Tyson pats the pocket the contract is in, and opens the door. The fans erupt with a cheer as we don't see a wait staff, but instead Chaz Holiday standing at the door in street clothes holding a huge, empty serving tray as if he were room service.)
Chaz Holiday: Dinner is served.
(With that, Chaz takes the trey and slams it over Tyson's head. Sykes stumbles backwards, falling onto the bed and rolling off onto the floor on the other side. Chaz follows him over and stands over him.)
Chaz Holiday: Didn't like your meal? How about some dessert? It's truly a work of art.
(Holiday grabs a painting off of the wall and smashes it over Tyson's head, as he sits up. With the frame now hanging from Sykes' neck, like a necklace, Chaz begins to pull Tyson up to his feet. He fights back though, landing a couple of punches to the stomach before shoving Chaz away. He pulls the frame off of him and throws it at Chaz. Tyson makes his way out of the room, trying to get away but Chaz follows him out. Holiday grabs him from behind, turns him around and bounces Tyson's face off of the door. Tyson stumbles away but in his attempt to escape, stumbles down the stairs and rolls down them.
As he lays there, trying to recover, Chaz once again follows him down to the ground floor. Tyson sees this and as he gets up and Chaz gets to him, he quickly grabs Chaz and throws him into an emergency exit door. The door pushes open and Chaz staggers out into the back of the hotel, where the pool area is, Tyson following him.)
Tyson Sykes: You trying to make a fool out of me?! Huh, motherfucker?! I don't think so.
(As Tyson approaches, Chaz grabs a pool chair and he throws it at Tyson. This throws Tyson off enough to allow Chaz to get up and charge Tyson, driving him into the gate that surrounds the pool area. As Sykes lays face down on the ground, Chaz notices the contract and pulls it out of his pocket. Making sure it's signed, he stuffs it into his own pocket, before pulling Tyson to his feet.)
Chaz Holiday: You're a little too heated. Time to cool off.
(With that, Chaz grabs Tyson and tosses him into the pool, with a large splash. Tyson pops up to the surface, spitting water out, as Chaz walks away, a smirk on his face, leaving him in the pool.)
Chaz Holiday: See you at Rise 2 Glory, Sykes.
(Between gasps of air, you can hear Tyson muttering "I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna fuckin kill you" as he drags himself out of the pool, kicking a large inflatable duck clear out of the scene as we cut back to ringside.)
(In the middle of the ring we see a table and chairs set up, a leather bound clipboard in the center with two pens on either side in front of leather chairs. PWS Apex General Manager Laura Phoenix stands at the head of the table and raises her microphone.)
Laura Phoenix: Ladies and Gentlemen, here I have the contract for the PWS Apex world championship match that will take place at Rise to glory on Tuesday the 27th of July. This match will be between Champion Sierra Williams and challenger Heather Haze, and I’d like to ask that Heather please come down and join me…
("I Wanna be Bad" by Willa Ford hogs up the airwaves, as out struts "The Bad Girl" Heather Haze followed by her entourage of dancers dressed in skimpy black and green APEX PWS cheerleader outfits. Heather dances to the ring wearing the same cheerleader outfit the APEX PWS Dancers wore... but more skimpier.
She has a mic in her hand and does a little striptease move before she enters the ring and winks at Laura who looks a bit uncomfortable by the over-the-top entrance, but tries to go along with it.)
Laura Phoenix: Thank you Heather...and now...I’d like Sierra to come on down.
(And like that Eminems “Go to sleep” starts up. Sierra Williams moves from the back, the Apex title over her shoulder, a black and red bandana tied around her head, a Calgary flames jersey on over a pair of torn black jeans and black converse. She gets down to the ring and steps in before raising the title over her head and then arranging it on her side of the table before pointing her fingers at Heather in a finger gun motion and “pulling the trigger” with every gunshot in the song.)
Laura Phoenix: Ladies, thank you for joining me and I-
(Sierra kicks the chair back and sits down kicking her legs up on the desk leaning back with a microphone in her hand.)
Sierra Williams: Laura, you know I like you, you know I respect you, but I’ll take it from here chica…
(Laura raises her eyebrows and lowers the mic as Sierra smirks looking Heather up and down.)
Sierra Williams: I’m going to make this real simple for you Heather. Sitting right there, on that clipboard is something that can make your dreams come true. The dream to be a champion. The dream to become what you apparently want to be. You’ve been sitting there talking mad shit about me and my title reign. Calling it lackluster, calling me overrated. And that right there gives you a chance to back it up. And I hope to god you sign it chica…
(Sierra pauses for a moment and then kicks her legs off the table, grabbing the pen, opening the contract and signing it before closing the front and sliding it towards Heather and sitting back.)
Sierra Williams: Everything you have said, everything you’ve tried to put out there in the universe, it will be remembered, and you have seen what I’m capable of and what I can do, that little Lopez bitch was so n concerned with being better than me as far as insults and promos and threats go that she forgot to back it up, she forgot that when that bell rings, words mean nothing if you can’t stand behind them. And that is all I have done since I walked into this place. Keep that in mind as you’re reading that and putting your name on it, cause I have a track record, I have a history….and I also have a championship that I will bleed for…
(She lowers the mic and sits back waiting for Heather. Heather picks up the contact, going over it carefully while blowing a huge bubble of bubble gum in her mouth and popping it with her tongue loudly. She then looks over at the fans who are solidly behind her as she grabs the pen in her hand. She stalls for a bit in a dramatic way, looking at the contract, looking at the fans, looking at her opponent across, before she sets the contract down on the table and slides it to Sierra's direction. She then raises the mic to her mouth and speaks loudly.)
Heather Haze: I’m sorry but could you do me a favour and walk me through the whole contract...it's just too darn wordy for me with all those big words.
(She then flicks her hair back, revealing the tiny air pods that were in her ear the whole time)
Heather Haze: Actually could you repeat all of that for me nice and slowly? Word for word? I don’t think I got any of that.
(Heather cockily removes the tiny air pods from her ear, looking and acting all ditzy as the fans lose their shit over her antics.)
Heather Haze: Actually, Before you say anything worthwhile...I want you to be completely and brutally honest with me, champ. Or rather, I’d want you to (doing suggestive air quote gestures with her hands) ‘shoot straight from the hip’. How was my entrance? From a scale of 1-10...10 of course being the greatest of all time. Do I know how to make an epic grand entrance with my entourage or what??
(Heather points to her cheerleader squads as they cheer her from ringside)
Heather Haze: Do I know how to entertain and entice our fans and audience or what??
(Heather asks the fans who respond back with loud resounding cheers. Heather then looks over at Sierra with a smirk, obviously trying to get under her skin.)
Heather Haze: Tell me at least you are impressed the slightest bit. After all, I went all out to make this measly contract signing somewhat fun and worth watching.
(Sierra smirks and shakes her head before lifting the mic back to her lips.)
Sierra Williams: Bitch, the last time you were in anything worth watching it involved a black leather couch and no less than five guys….
(Heather shakes her head and Sierra pushes the contract towards her.)
Sierra Williams: You want it simply, it’s easy. You and me, one ring, one title, winner is the champ, loser...well...you can do whatever you want after Heather….now. Sign. The. Fucking. Contract.
(Heather rolls her eyes and gestures towards her entourage before one of them hands her a pen. She signs it and laughs to herself as Sierra snarls. Heather hands the contract to Laura Phoenix who nods and lifts the mic back up.)
Laura Phoenix: And with that it’s official. Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s official, Heather Haze and Sierra Williams go one on one at Rise to Glo-
(Before Laura can finish Sierra flips the table and goes after Heather. The two women start throwing right hands but before any real damage can be done security and officials hit the ring to seperate them, Heather’s entourage get in the ring, one of them getting too close to Sierra who breaks away from security and hits a superkick on her! This infuriates Heather who yells across the ring at Sierra who is again restrained by security as we fade out to commercial)
Main Event
Non-Title Match
Nick Madison © vs. Malachi
(The bell rings as “Blood/Water” comes over the speakers. Malachi enters the arena to a familiar chorus of boos. He encourages them, a smirk on his face.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Waterford, Ireland, weighing 180 pounds… Malachi!
(Malachi walks down the ramp, a look of utter disdain plastered on his face as he makes his way down.)
JR Freeman: This ought to be a good match, both of these people are quite violent!
Alfonso Banks: Agreed, JR, neither competitor is going to give their opponent an ounce of weakness!
(Smoke starts billowing out from the stage as the crowd cheers. “Critical Acclaim” starts playing, and soon the United Champion steps through the apron.)
Meg Reynolds: And making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is the PWS: Apex United Champion… Nick Madison!!!
(Nick walks towards the ring, making eye contact with Malachi before sliding into the ring, going to the turnbuckle and climbing up, holding his title aloft as he gestures to the crowd, who all cheer him on. Hopping down, the bell rings and Malachi immediately runs over and tries for a lung blower, but before he can get his legs up, Madison headbutts him, knocking him to the ground.)
(Madison picks Malachi up, grabbing him for a suplex, and landing one amigo… two amigos… no! Malachi reverses the last one into a vertical suplex of his own! Going up to the top rope, he waits for Madison to get up, and when he does he jumps off, delivering a diving crossbody which sends both men to the mat.)
JR Freeman: Impressive display from Malachi!
Alfonso Banks: Yes, absolutely! This man is a main eventer in the making! He should’ve won the world title when he had the chance, dammit, it was robbed from him by Sierra Williams!
(Both men are up. Malachi runs off the ropes, but Madison grabs him and hits him with a snap powerslam! He goes for the pin…)
1…
2- No!
(Malachi kicks out, getting up using the ropes, grabbing Madison for an arm wrench takedown, which Nick stands up from straight away, grabbing him for a german suplex! He stands back, looking to hit a spear. Malachi gets up and Madison runs at him, but Malachi steps aside, Madison running into the turnbuckle. Malachi uses this opportunity to grab Nick and set him up for a Pure Malice, but Nick elbows him in the head several times until Malachi puts him down.)
JR Freeman: We almost had an upset victory here!
Alfonso Banks: Upset!? Malachi should already be champion!
JR Freeman: I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on this one.
Alfonso Banks: This one and every other one!
(Nick jumps up, doing a dropkick, sending Malachi into the ropes. Malachi stumbles off the ropes and Nick runs over, nailing a Spear! He goes for the cover again!)
1!
2!
…
No, another kickout!
(Malachi kicks out again, this time at 2.7. Nick goes up to the top rope, and when Malachi gets up he hits a diving lariat!)
JR Freeman: Oof, and what an impactful lariat!
Alfonso Banks: Who cares how impactful it was!? Malachi won’t be beaten in this match, no matter how impactful Nick’s moves are!
(Nick lifts Malachi up, but Malachi starts punching him in the gut. After a few of these, he grabs the United Champion and lifts him up, hitting a back drop suplex! He waits for Nick to get up and goes for a corkscrew roundhouse kick, but Nick ducks underneath, dropping him with a Madison Drive!)
JR Freeman: Madison Drive!
Alfonso Banks: Thank you, JR, none of us have eyes, we couldn’t see it ourselves!
(Nick gets down on the mat, locking in the Fade Away! Both competitors are in the center of the ring, though Malachi tries to bring himself over to the ropes. It’s slow going though, and after a little bit he’s dragged back to the center by Nick, who locks the move on tighter!)
(After a minute or so of fruitless struggling, Malachi ends up tapping out. The bell rings and Nick releases the hold.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Nick Madison!
JR Freeman: A definitive victory for the United Champion, but will he fare any better against Cleo Phillips at Rise to Glory?
Alfonso Banks: Probably not! Phillips took Jonathan Sanders to his limits, what the hell could Nick Madison do to her!?
Winner - Nick Madison
(After the match, “Gangsta’s Paradise” plays over the speaker system, and Cleo Phillips walks out onto the stage.)
JR Freeman: Speak of the devil!
(She stares at Nick, who holds the title up, staring right back. The fans cheer both competitors, and Cleo walks slowly towards the ring, both people eyeing each other.)
Alfonso Banks: A bit of tension here, clearly.
JR Freeman: Well, they are both about to have one of the most definitive, important matches in either of their careers!
(Cleo steps into the ring, walking up to Nick, both of them staring each other down. After a couple minutes of this intense staredown, neither of them backing down, Nick holds a hand out. Cleo looks around at the crowd, a smirk on her face, and nods, turning back to Nick and shaking his hand, mouthing the words, “Good luck”. They stop shaking hands, instead choosing to go back to the staredown, Nick holding up his title, as the show goes off the air.)
(c) PWS: Apex 2021
