Post by Josiah Cena on Sept 15, 2021 0:31:55 GMT -5
PWS:APEX PRESENTS RIOT
Tuesday, September 7th, 2021
Pittsburg, PA - PPG Paints Arena
(The show comes on the air, as “Trials” by Starset blares over the sound system. The crowd roars with cheers, as a graphic denoting we’re in Pittsburgh, PA flashes across the screen, as we are greeted by the voices of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Welcome to Pittsburgh! And welcome to PWS: APEX RIOT! I’m JR Freeman, alongside my broadcast colleague, Alfonso Banks…
Alfonso Banks: Hello, hello!
JR Freeman: And we have a great show planned for you tonight!
(“Trials” fades out, and suddenly, the sound system is blaring the opening to “Critical Acclaim” by by Avenged Sevenfold. The fans roar again with cheers, as PWS Hall of Famer, and Pittsburgh native, Nick Madison, walks out onto the stage.)
JR Freeman: And I guess we are going to start things off by hearing from Pittsburgh native, and PWS Hall of Famer, Nick Madison!
(Madison poses for the crowd, as pyro shoots off from the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Pittsburgh’s ownnnnnn…..Nick Madison!!!!
(The fans continue to cheer as Nick high fives fans and takes selfies on his way down to the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: You can really tell how much Pittsburgh loves Madison.
(Nick gets to ringside and rolls in the ring. He gets to his feet and walks over to the corner to climb up the turnbuckle and pose for the crowd. He hops down and grabs a mic as his music fades. A “Welcome Home” chant breaks out through the arena, and Nick takes a moment to let it sink in. The chants die down after a while and Nick starts to speak.)
Nick Madison: Damn! It feels good to be back in Pittsburgh!
(The crowd cheers.)
Nick Madison: What a difference a year can make, huh? Honestly, last year, I thought I was done. After the war with Lukas, I thought there was nothing left….
(Nick starts to pace in the ring.)
Nick Madison:…but then something just…something started to eat at me. I thought…maybe I wasn’t done. Maybe I wasn’t finished in the ring. Aaaaaaaaand then Ambika called…asking me to come back, so I did, and it’s beeen great. I’ve honestly had the time of my life this past year. Yeah, sure there were some ups and downs...being hit by a golf cart wasn’t fun, wouldn’t recommend it. But the matches I had with Jack, the brutality of my match with Eddie, even my match with Cleo...what more could a guy ask for in a year?
(The fans cheer.)
Nick Madison: Same goes for my career really...I mean...multiple time champion, grand slam champion, Destination Next winner, Hall of Famer...you….you can’t really get better than that…
(Nick takes a moment before continuing.)
Nick Madison: I’ve been thinking recently...and if I’m being honest...I don’t really know what else there is for me to do. I’ve literally done it all in this company. I’ve faced all the greats, had all the main event matches, won all the titles. And if I’m being honest, I don’t want to be one of those guys who retires from the ring and can’t even pick up his kid…..so…..
(The fans start to buzz.)
Nick Madison: I’m here to announce my retirement from in-ring competition.
(The fans start to boo.)
Nick Madison: ….AFTER Crusade this year in December.
(The boos die down a bit.)
Nick Madison: I’m going to take Dishonored off, and then I’m going to be watching and scouting, seeing who it is I want to face in my last match, and that match will take place at Crusade.
(Before Nick can say anything more, “blood//water” hits the speakers and a mix of boos and cheers ring out in the arena as Malachi steps out onto the entrance ramp. Dressed in casual street clothes, he eyes up Nick in the centre of the ring as he starts to make his way down the ramp and into the ring. There’s a tense moment where the two men have a staredown in the centre of the ring, before Mal moves away to get a mic from the ring announcer. His music and the noise of the crowd eventually fades away, and he raises the mic to his lips.)
Malachi: Now, I hope you don’t think you’re going riding off into the sunset just like that, dear father in law. After all, you and I have a score to settle.
(Nick looks a little confused for a moment.)
Malachi: You seem puzzled, so let me refresh your memory. Back in July, you and I headlined Riot. United Title match. And, unfortunately for me, you beat me. So, I want the chance to right that wrong. I know you said you were sitting out of Dishonored, but I’m throwing down the challenge. Nick Madison versus Malachi.
(Nick looks at Malachi, and tilts his head.)
Nick Madison: You want another chance, huh? I mean...while I do agree that would be one hell of a match for us to face off again...why should I?
Malachi: Well, considering the fact that your music so conveniently interrupted my match at the last Riot, I’d say you wanted my attention pretty damn bad. And why else would you want it unless you wanted a match?
Nick Madison: I mean, I didn’t have anything to do with that, but I do see where you would think all that.
Malachi: Look, if you don’t think you’re up to it old man, I get it. Getting old is a bitch. But I promise I’ll go easy on you.
(As Mal gives a cocky smirk, Nick takes a moment, thinking about what Mal said, as the fans are chanting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He raises the mic to his lips.)
Nick Madison:...I’ll think about it.
(With that, we cut away to the opening video package for RIOT.)
Singles Match
Mike Hawk vs. Spuds Guzzman Jr.
(The match starts with Hawk being offered a potato. He takes it and immediately smashes it in Spuds’ face!)
JR Freeman: Does that count as a foreign object?
Alfonso Banks: I guess not, the referee either didn’t see it or doesn’t seem to care!
(Hawk grabs Spuds and hits him with a big boot followed by a scoop slam! He then picks Spuds up, goes for a punch but doesn’t follow through, laughing and then hitting Spuds with 2 consecutive lefts.)
Mike Hawk: 2 for flinching!
(He hits Spuds Guzzman into the ropes, lifting his foot up for another big boot, but Spuds falls out of the ring instead.)
Mike Hawk: D’oh!
(He follows him, running him into the barricade, even picking him up and landing a powerbomb onto it, before rolling Mr. Guzzman back into the ring. He slides back in with him and waits for him to get up, then hits the FYIA for the easy pin!)
1!
2!
3!
WINNER - Mike Hawk
(Hawk smirks, strutting around the ring in victory, when ‘Blood Pigs’ interrupts the Superman Theme.)
Mike Hawk: Nope! Nope nope nope nope nope!
(Hawk is quick to try and get out of dodge, but is stopped by Dionysus.)
Mike Hawk: Zoinks!
(Dionysus picks him up and goes for the Loaded Pistol, but Sanders’ voice stops him.)
Jonathan Sanders: DIONYSUS!
(He motions his hand in a downward motion and Dionysus puts Hawk down. Sanders gets a few punches in and rolls Hawk back into the ring. Sykes and Lyons get into the ring and pick Hawk up. Just as they’re about to land more offense, however, Hawk pokes Alexander Lyons in the eyes and hops over the ropes, jumping the barricade on the other side and running off through the crowd, who seem to now be completely in-favour of the self-proclaimed president.)
Alfonso Banks: Well, we’ll see what happens the next time ANTITHESIS is able to get their hands on that man!
JR Freeman: You don’t want to say his name, do you?
Alfonso Banks: Not in this context! That sentence would’ve been sound-clipped for years!
JR Freeman: Fair enough. So, ladies and gentlemen, coming up next, we’ve got Morgan Baker vs. Moondust, stay with us!
(The show cuts to the back where Miss Puppies and Dirty Dogg were arriving at the arena. They walk through the doors from the parking lot and Dirty Dogg stops dead in his tracks. Miss Puppies looks over at him)
Miss Puppies: What’s wrong?
(He looks as if he has seen a ghost. Miss Puppies looks where he is looking and her jaw drops. The camera turns to show a tall, slender woman with short hair and tattoos standing there with her arms crossed.)
Woman: Miss me… hubby???
(Miss Puppies looks towards Dirty Dogg then back to the other woman)
Miss Puppies: Excuse me? He’s MY husband… you two have been divorced for years.
Woman: Have we though?
(She pulls some papers out of her back pocket and waves em in the air.)
Woman: So that makes YOU … the other woman …
Dirty Dogg: What do you want?
Woman: You’ll see…
(She walked forward and shoved the papers into Dirty Doggs hands before walking away, sending the cameras to black)
Singles Match
Morgan Baker vs. Moondust
(The match started out with Morgan showing some confidence issues, as she was hesitating on some moves, that allowed Moondust to get the upper-hand. After a while, however, Morgan seemed to regain her confidence, and started stringing along a nice streak of offensive moves.)
JR Freeman: After seemingly being nervous in the early goings of this match, it seems like Baker has things going her way now.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, seems whatever nerves she had, she’s gotten over them.
(Baker continued to control the pace of the match, right up through the end, when she hit the Halestorm for the pin.)
1!
2!
3!!!
JR Freeman: And there you have it! Welcome back, Morgan Baker! Nice to get a match back under her belt after being away.
Alfonso Banks: I agree.
WINNER - Morgan Baker
Cameron Fernandez is backstage with United Champion Cleo Phillips, and her hype man Z-Money eager to get a few words.
Cameron Fernandez: I’m here backstage with the United Champion, Cleo Phillips, and her um….hype man?
Z-Money: You got it right homegirl, I know people don’t know me much yet around here, and some who do think I serve no purpose. Thing is everyone has someone watching their backs, be you a Russow, ANTITHESIS, The Society, The Commonwealth, one of Mack McKanes weird little white boys, whoever it may be. We all got somebody watching out for us. So wherever you see the champ, you’re gonna see me so get used to it playas.
Cameron Fernandez: Makes sense to me. Now we know you both have been out there helping PWS with a youth outreach program, how’s that going?
Cleo Phillips: It’s going great, we just want to help guide the youth in the proper direction in life. We want these kids to grow up and not get involved with gangs, and drugs. Make sure they don’t make the same mistakes as Z and myself. I know a lot of people try to reach these kids, but..it’s different coming from someone like myself whos been there. They listen more. It’s like the words in my theme song say…
Z-Money: If they can’t understand me, how can they reach me?
Cleo Phillips: Exactly. Every kid out there has the chance to be somebody, they just need to believe in themselves and be willing to put in the work.
Cameron Fernandez: Well, moving on to PWS business, we know your opponent for Dishonored will be Miles Kasey, any thoughts?
Cleo Phillips: I like Milo. He’s as tough as they come. I know our friends across the pond are built a little differently, your fighters tend to be a little more rugged, and gritty. But understand me Miles, Milo, whatever you want to be called. None of that matters to me. I’m doing what I always do, and that's bring the fight. Plain and simple. This championship on my shoulder is going nowhere. The Collateral Damage championship didn’t work out in my favor. But I will not be making the same mistake twice. After Dishonored, I will STILL be your United Champion.
Cameron Fernandez: Confident words from our champion. Short and to the point, any final words?
Cleo Phillips: Just tell Miles Kasey to watch the next Riot, because I’m going to be there and I will be competing just to show him what he’s up against.
Z-Money: See you soon Milo.
A smile and nod from the two to Cameron, before they exit stage left.
Tag Team Match
The Commonwealth vs. The Dream Team
(This match was really nothing more than a squash. That’s really all there is to say about it. It started with Aiden taking control of Jackson. He basically has his way with him for a while, before making the tag to Dickie.)
JR Freeman: Commonwealth looking great as always here. Definitely looking in form for the upcoming title match.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah but, I mean can you really call this competition? The Russows and whoever wins later tonight will be a lot harder to take control of. Though, if you ask me, Commonwealth has it in the bag.
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t say that.
(The match continued with Commonwealth just dominating the Dream Team. The finish came when the Commonweallth nail the Drive-By Dropbear.)
1!
2!
3!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, Aiden Reynolds and Dickie Watson, The Commonwealth!
JR Freeman: There you have it, another win for the Commonwealth, and we’re getting word that next week we will have a “pick your poison” type of situation, where the two challenging teams for the tag titles will choose the opponents for the other teams.
Alfonso Banks: And the Russows just get the show off?
JR Freeman: I’m sure they will do something.
WINNERS - The Commonwealth
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(Inside the PPG Paints Arena the Pittsburgh crowd is electric getting ready for tonight's main event. Coming out from the back is neither of the competitors for that match. Instead however, there is a large chorus of boos from the audience as walking down the aisle Matthew Paul and his manager and "girlfriend" Ginger. They might have noticed the negative reaction that the crowd is having toward them, except for the fact that they are to busy arguing with one another.)
Ginger: "Are you sure about this Matthew? Did you even bother to ask anyone in management if it would be alright if we sat ringside for the main event?"
Matthew Paul: "It's a free country, isn't it?"
Ginger: "In other words no, you just decided to give permission to yourself as usual. Wonderful."
Matthew Paul: "Do me a favor and if you don't have anything significant to say about what we are doing here tonight, then shut up and don't say anything to me at all, alright?"
(As the two of them get to the ringside area, Matthew goes over to the timekeepers area and grabs two folding chairs, setting them up for he and Ginger not to far from the broadcast position. The each sit down, as the broadcast team looks over, no doubt wondering what they are doing there right now. To that point, Ginger tries to clarify that for herself as well.)
Ginger: "You know, come to think of it, you never did tell me what it is that we are doing out here."
Matthew Paul: "No Mom, I didn't."
Ginger: "Well, as I have said to you more times than I really care to admit we are a team for better or for worse, so would you mind telling why we are out here?"
Matthew Paul: "Shawn Young."
Ginger: "We are out here to do Shawn Young? Ummm thanks but no thanks. He's cute, but I prefer my men older. If you want Shawn Young, he's all yours."
Matthew Paul: "Shut up you smart ass, you know that I only chase skirts."
Ginger: "How romantic. Anyway, why do we want to get Shawn Young's attention?"
Matthew Paul: "Because the last match I was in, Shawn Young embarrassed me by taking advantage of a fast count which led to my ass getting busted. So when the time is right I am going to take it out of his ass."
Ginger: "Please tell me you are not going to interfere in this match?"
Matthew Paul: "Relax, Mom. I am not planning to do anything tonight but watch up close and personal. Of course, if I am provoked, I do have a right to defend myself."
Tag Team Match - Tag Title Contendership Match
Antithesis (Alexander Lyons & Tyson Sykes) vs. Jennifer and Madison Carpenter
Meg Reynolds: The following match is a tag team match and is for contendership for the PWS:APEX Tag Team Titles! Introducing first, representing ANTITHESIS … ALEXANDER LYONS AND TYSON SYKES!
(Lyons and Sykes raise their hands in the ring as Madison and Jenn kind of sneer at them. The fans boo, loudly)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents… JENNIFER CARPENTER-LOPEZ AND MADISON CARPENTER!
(Jenn and Madison look at each other and smiles as the crowd continues to boo loudly.)
JR Freeman: Seems the crowd doesn’t like either team…
Alfonso Banks: After some of the things both teams have said and done lately… can you blame em?
(The referee checks both teams for weapons before calling for the bell.)
DING DING DING!!!
(Madison and Lyons go to their corners and Sykes and Jenn start things out. They go back and forth for a few minutes before Sykes tags out to Lyons. Early on in the match, Antithesis do everything they can to tag out frequently and prevent Jenn and Madison from tagging out whenever possible.)
Alfonso Banks: Antithesis are using some good tag team tactics here tonight.
JR Freeman: If things keep going this way… I see Antithesis going on to Dishonored.
(After several more minutes of consistent tags for Antithesis, Jenn was able to tag in Madison. Madison rushes in, as the fresh competitor, and starts bringing the fight to them. After several minutes, the wear and tear is starting to show on the. Sykes gets tagged in.
JR Freeman: Everyone is looking pretty worn down. Its been a long match.
(Sykes grabs Jenn and throws her outside of the ring. As soon as he does so he looks over to Madison, who was starting to stir. He stalks her for a few seconds before finding the most opportune time and rushes over. He grabs the back of her tights and rolls her up as tight as he can, pinning her shoulders to the mat.)
1…
(She was squirming, trying to break free. Sykes smirked as he took full advantage and props both his feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage.)
2...3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
(The ref calls for the bell and Sykes releases the hold. Madison looks shocked as she rolls out of the ring and her Jenn look pissed off.)
JR Freeman: WHAT A CHEAP MOVE!
Alfonso Banks: Cheap… but effective
WINNERS - Antithesis
(The camera cuts backstage, as we see Bella Madison standing next to a production crate, looking at her phone, and looking a bit annoyed. Suddenly, Nick Madison walks up to her.)
Nick Madison: Okay, so here’s the plan...wait….what’s wrong?
Bella Madison: Iunno, just browsing through my emails hoping for something but it didn’t happen yet.
Nick Madison: Well, I may have something to cheer you up.
Bella Madison: Oh yeah? What may that be?
Nick Madison: So, I talked to Ambika and Laura, and I got you a match for Dishonored, and I think it’s one you’ll enjoy.
Bella Madison: Oh really? I know it’s not Si or Cleo cause they’re busy from the sounds of it....and I don’t think I’m honestly really ready for something like that right now.
Nick Madison: Oh no, not quite. It’s more of a...here’s a present for you to let out your frustrations.
(Bella steps back and assesses Nick, raising her eyebrow.)
Bella Madison: I recognize that look. That’s a look of you got something up your sleeve.
(Nick holds up his hands and shakes his head.)
NIck Madison: I’ve got nothing up my sleeves. Promise.
(Nick gives a cheeky smirk as he stands there with his hands up.)
Bella Madison: Ok, I’ll bite. BUT, if I agree to this, you have to agree to MY terms, dad.
(An even bigger cheesier grin grows on Nick’s face.)
Nick Madison: D’awwww you called me dad…
(He pretends to get emotional.)
Nick Madison: So...touching..
(Bella can’t help but laugh at him, but swipes at him.)
Bella Madison: STAHP! I swear, bring you home and it’s like you are a kid in a candy store.
Nick Madison: How can I not be? It’s PITTSBURGH, BABY!
(You can hear the fans cheer from the arena.)
Bella Madison: Always one for the cheap pop.
Nick Madison: I know not what you speak of. I’m just a guy who loves his and is proud of his hometown. Absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Bella Madison: Maybe not, but this beating around the bush…
Nick Madison: This...bush...you speak of. Not sure I’m familiar with it.
Bella Madison: This match you have for me at Dishonored….
Nick Madison: OH! THAT! Yes, I got you a match against Richard Rider. Have fun beating his ass, kid.
(Nick pats Bella on the shoulder, and starts to walk off, but Bella stops him.)
Bella Madison: NOT. So. fast.
Nick Madison: But I was gonna go to catering...
Bella Madison: Primanti Bros will still be there in 2 minutes and believe me they loaded us up cause they knew you were coming. I’m not saying NO to this match with Rider, in fact...the whole idea of kicking his ass as my first match back in PWS is amazingly perfect. However, comma, you were just out there saying you didn’t have a match, Mal came out there and you just...said nothing?
Nick Madison: I said I’d think about it...
Bella Madison: What’s there to think about? Let him have one final match with you before you retire…
Nick Madison: I AM thinking about that...I COULD do that...or I could take the night off, like I planned.
(Bella stands there for a moment, thinking.)
Bella Madison: Well, if you want me to face Rider, then you’ll face Mal. That’s how it’s gonna be.
Nick Madison: So, you’re helpin your hubby get what he wants, huh?
Bella Madison: S’how you raised me to be.
Nick Madison: Can’t argue with that...also damn you for pulling that. Fine. You got a deal. I’ll face Mal at Dishonored.
Bella Madison: And I’ll make Rider my bitch at Dishonored in my grand return.
(Bella smiles brightly at Nick, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.)
Bella Madison: And don’t worry, it won’t make family dinners any weirder than they already are. That one, I learned from mom. Beat you to catering!
(Bella takes off running.)
Nick Madison: She IS her mother’s daughter.
(Nick takes off after her, as he scene cuts away..)
JR Freeman: Well ladies and gentlemen, before this match starts, we’ve got Mike Hawk joining us at the commentary table!
(Mike is shown at the desk eating a big sandwich.)
Alfonso Banks: Mike, where did you get that sandwich?
Mike Hawk: Catering. I asked Laura Phoenix if I could bring this out with me and she just gave a defeated sigh, so I took that as a yes.
JR Freeman: …This is going to be a long match.
Singles Match
Non-Title
Jonathan Sanders vs. Violet Amelia Holt
(The match begins with Holt trying to keep her distance from Sanders, going to the opposite corner from where Sanders has seated himself from his entrance. He takes the opportunity and springs up, running at her full-tilt and attempting a running knee, but she moves and Sanders crash-lands into the turnbuckle.)
Mike Hawk: Ha! Nerd.
JR Freeman: Impressive display from Holt!
Alfonso Banks: Impressive!? That was blatant villainy!
Mike Hawk: “Blatant Villainy”? I’m surprised Sadnuts didn’t use that for his team name.
(The match continues with Holt picking Sanders up and getting several kicks for her trouble. She grabs Sanders by the head and he bites her hand. A few more moments of Sanders being in control and he ends up landing a diving crossbody, rolling through into a Fujiwara armbar. Holt
ends up getting to the ropes and Sanders leaps in one fell swoop onto the apron, then jumps off, landing a well-executed 630 splash!)
Mike Hawk: We get it, you’re athletic!
Alfonso Banks: Well, he certainly is that! Are you worried about him going after you in the future?
Mike Hawk: Him!? Are you kidding me? That’s like asking “Hey, is this overly-verbose, weirdly-acrobatic telephone pole a threat to you?” Just because this pale motherfucker got an A in phys-ed doesn’t mean he’s better than me.
JR Freeman: Strong words from a man who put googly eyes on a briefcase.
(Mike turns to his Destination NEXT briefcase, who he named Casey Casem, which is placed on its own chair beside him, and pats it softly.)
Mike Hawk: It’s okay, Casey, don’t listen to them.
(Sanders puts Holt in the corner and lands a corner dropkick, then gets on the top rope, looking for a Total Eclipse, but Holt rolls out of the way, making him miss. She quickly rolls him up!)
1!
(No, Sanders kicks out! He gets up before she does, however, and after picking her up and kneeing her in the face a few times, he locks in The Great Depression!)
JR Freeman: Great Depression!
Mike Hawk: Of course it’s called that.
Alfonso Banks: Well, he has good reason for it!
Mike Hawk: You’re right! Because nobody here is having a good time, and Batman Q. Joker probably wants to jump out of the nearest window!
(Holt tries to get to the ropes, but Sanders pulls her further away from them, leaving her in the center of the ring. Try as she might, she can’t stand it anymore, and taps! After the bell rings, Sanders wrenches on the hold, not letting go.)
JR Freeman: Oh, that’s awful, he might legitimately injure her that way!
Alfonso Banks: I think that’s the point.
(Finally he releases the hold, rolling out of the ring and glaring at Hawk, before turning and leaving.)
Mike Hawk: Yeah, fuck you too, sadboi.
WINNER - Jonathan Sanders
(After the match, Violet’s still in the ring, and manages to use the ropes to prop herself up. She’s about to leave the ring when suddenly she’s attacked from behind by none other than Miss Puppies!)
JR Freeman: Miss Puppies!
Alfonso Banks: Where did she come from!?
Mike Hawk: Assumedly, Mr. and Mrs. Puppies!
(Puppies throws Holt out of the ring, where she follows her, pulling the ring steps apart and putting her head between the two parts.)
JR Freeman: My lord, I hope Puppies isn’t about to do what I think she’s about to do!
(She grabs a chair from under the ring, smacking it repeatedly into the steps, then throws it away and gets onto the apron, delivering some stomps to the steps, until referees come by and restrain her.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh my god! Well, this must be revenge for when Violet attacked Puppies!
JR Freeman: This is unfair, she was already beaten down!
Mike Hawk: You know what they say, all’s fair in… something something.
JR Freeman: Love and war.
Mike Hawk: …No, I don’t think that’s it.
(EMTs come out to take Violet away, carrying her to the back. Puppies, meanwhile, is mouthing things to her as she’s held back by EMTs, to a chorus of boos.)
JR Freeman: What a sickening display!
Alfonso Banks: I consider it sweet revenge! Holt got what was coming to her!
Mike Hawk: Heh… coming.
Alfonso Banks: Can we please move on to the next match so he doesn’t have to be here anymore!?
Mike Hawk: Yeah, fuck you too, Alf. You haven’t been funny since you went off the air in 1990.
JR Freeman: You weren’t even alive in 1990.
Mike Hawk: Well, whatever, I don’t need this, I don’t need either of you, I’ve got shit to do! Important presidential shit! Come on, Casey!
(He picks up his briefcase and leaves the announce table.)
JR Freeman: …Well that was infuriating.
Alfonso Banks: Wow… mark this day down, JR, we completely agree on something!
(We cut backstage to find Star Stormz and Sierra Williams the PWS:Apex World champion. Sierra sneers and shakes her head slowly as Star folds her arms over her chest.)
Star Stormz: I understand that Sierra, I do. But you have to understand we can't just pull contenders out of thin air and you-
Sierra Williams: I what? I am the goddamn PWS Apex champion. I have beaten the first two you threw at me, and don't you dare say you can't just pick a name out of thin air, it's what you literally did with the first two.
Star Stormz: Gracie and Heather earned their opportunities...
Sierra Williams: How?
(There is awkward silence, Star puts her finger up and Sierra just raises her eyebrows.)
Sierra Williams: Give me anyone, I don't care who. But I want to make sure they're a name, not an "enhancement" talent. I don't need enhancing...in anything...give me Malachi, Dickie, Aiden, Nick, Bella...hell give me Mack...I don't ca-
(Before she can finish Sierra is shoulder checked from behind. It's Jenn Carpenter. She sneers at Sierra who is staring daggers at her, Jenn simply looks Sierra up and down, looks at the PWS Apex title on her shoulder and backs away. Sierra growls and goes to step forward after Jenn, Star though puts her hand up stopping the champion.)
Star Stormz: I think we just found a willing challenger....
(Sierra looks at Star, she gives her a slow nod and laughs shaking her head)
Main Event
Singles Match
Shawn Young vs. Heather Haze
JR Freeman: Well, you’ve been waiting patiently, ladies and gentlemen, and now it’s finally time for our Main Event! “The Young Hit Wonder” Shawn Young will be taking on PWS: Apex’s resident “Bad Girl”, Heather Haze. This one’s liable to be an absolute barn-burner!
Alfonso Banks: You’re damn right, JR! After Haze’s incredible showing against Sierra Williams at Rise to Glory, she’s got a lot of momentum behind her going into this thing. It seems like the Bad Girl can’t be stopped!
JR Freeman: Maybe so, Alf, but I wouldn’t count Shawn Young out just yet. The kid’s shown us time and time again that if he’s got one thing, it’s heart.
(As the commentators continue their banter, they’re interrupted by the sounds of Meg Reynolds introducing the competitors:)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, from San Fernando Valley, California, weighing in at 115 lbs., “The Bad Girl”, HEATHEEEEEEEER HAZE!
(The arena goes dark as the opening chords of Willa Ford's "I Wanna Be Bad" blast out of the speakers. Bright neon lights flash out from the ramp, with the words "The Bad Girl" flashing across the screen as Heather Haze strides out to a pretty strongly mixed reaction from the gathered crowd. Clearly she’s earned some respect after her match with Sierra Williams. Haze smiles as her theme music continues to bump out of the P.A, then strikes a seductive pose for a moment, dancing a little to the music, shaking her hips to wolf-whistles from the crowd and smiling, before making her way slowly to the ring. She then sprints the last few feet and baseball slides into the ring, coming up into a quick predatory crouch, her eyes locked on the fans. She then arches her back as she pushes her ample breasts outward and throws her head back in an orgasmic fashion, making the men and gay women in the audience shout with cat-calls and whistles as the music fades.)
JR Freeman: An awful lot of these fans are cheering for the Bad Girl tonight, Alf. One has to wonder if that’s a result of her stellar Rise to Glory outing.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, yeah, most definitely JR. It’s GOT to be her match performance, definitely no other reason the men in the audience might love to see Heather Haze. Nope. Nosir, not one single other reason.
JR Freeman: ...Why do I even try to talk to you?
Alfonso Banks: I wish I knew.
(Song 2 by Blur plays over the sound system as Shawn skips through the curtain. He puts his arm in the air, shouting “whoo hoo!” in time with the song, before walking down the ramp wearing red and white stars and stripes trousers with black elbow and knee pads along with white boots. Also wearing a LED light coat with LED glasses.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent; from Seattle, Washington, at a weight of 201 lbs., he is “The Young Hit Wonder”, SHAAAAAAAWN YOUNG!”
(He high fives the fans as he rolls into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle, then shouts “whoo hoo!” with his right arm up. The crowd cheers loudly for Young as he then Moonsaults off the turnbuckle with the glasses that come off in the ring. He takes his coat off and tosses it to the floor as he's jumping around, warming up and staring Heather Haze in the eyes.)
JR Freeman: Both of these competitors look to be absolutely fired up tonight, Alf. I think we’ll see them giving their all to win this one!
Alfonso Banks: What a beautiful insight, JR; truly, you are one of the greatest wrestling minds of our age. Both competitors want to win, do they? Nobody’s coming into this match with the intent of LOSING? Brilliance. Sheer brilliance.
JR Freeman: ...I’m gonna stop talking to you.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, thank GOD; you’d be doing us BOTH a favour!
(As the commentators bicker, our two competitors have begun to circle each other like sharks, sizing up one another and hoping to get a feel for strengths and weaknesses in the early going. It becomes clear quite quickly that Young is going to use his size advantage to control the pace of this one, as the pair lock up and he NAILS Heather Haze with a crisp T-Bone Suplex! The Young Hit Wonder follows it up by locking in a Surfboard stretch, wrenching on the Bad Girl’s back and shoulders with impunity. Haze struggles in the hold while Young pulls it tighter, but it’s still early enough that both competitors are fresh, so the Bad Girl is able to eventually thrash her way to a rope break, with Shawn Young of course offers cleanly.)
JR Freeman: Interesting offense on the part of Shawn Young here, we haven’t seen this more technical side of him before.
Alfonso Banks: Well if he thinks ground work and submissions means Heather Haze can’t keep up, the kid’s in for a rude awakening.
JR Freeman: He may be, Alf; Heather Haze is nothing if not versatile, she’s got a lot of moves in her arsenal.
(This is true, but it seems Shawn Young is keen to show off his own range in the ring, as he follows up immediately by leaping up to the ropes and nailing Haze’s writhing, fallen form with a Springboard Moonsault! Young follows up with an early cover…)
1…
T-NO! HAZE KICKS OUT!
(Young shakes his head as he returns to his feet, a look of determination crossing his face. He grabs Heather Haze by the head to pick her up, looking for a follow-up move, but the Bad Girl is ready and begins firing shots into Young’s torso with both hands. As the pair become vertical, she progresses from there to kicks to the midsection, gradually forcing the Young Hit Wonder into the corner before ending the combination with a Dropkick that drops him to a seated position. Haze strikes a pose for a moment, smirking as she lets the mixed reaction of cheers and jeers rain down from all sides, then moves back and takes off at a run...coming down on Young’s face, neck and shoulders with a Bronco Buster! She throws her head back and moans audibly, making practically orgasmic faces as she holds on, “riding” the ropes for a solid five or six reps before finally letting go. Shawn Young slumps the rest of the way to the mat and Haze smirks again, sliding out of the ring on the same side as Shawn Young’s body. Her eyes glint maliciously as she takes hold of Young by the head, tugging him towards the bottom rope and locking in a Reverse Chinlock on the bottom rope!)
JR Freeman: This is not a good position for Shawn Young, but Heather Haze should be careful she doesn’t get herself counted out!
Alfonso Banks: We’ve seen the Bad Girl taking more risks in matches since her BANGER with Sierra at Rise to Glory; I wonder if she feels like she has something to prove after coming up short against the champ?
JR Freeman: She absolutely shouldn’t, Alf, I think both women performed admirably in that match. Either one of them would have deserved to take the belt home.
(The referee does indeed begin to count as Haze wrenches on the hold, Shawn Young thrashing and struggling against the rope but making no progress. The ref doesn’t seem to know whether to count for a rope break or a ring out, but eventually makes a decision and begins…)
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
(It doesn’t seem to matter which one it is, however, as Haze takes a few steps forward and gets each foot up on the ring barricade to give herself some leverage, then jumps backwards and drops the back of Shawn Young’s head onto the ring apron! She then releases the hold and slides back into the ring, immediately going for a cover…)
1!
2!
THR-NO! YOUNG GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Alfonso Banks: A CLOSE near-fall for Heather Haze just then; she may well have Shawn Young’s number tonight!
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t count out the Young Hit Wonder yet, Alf; the man’s taken more punishment than this and still come back.
Alfonso Banks: ...You’re a reeeeeeeeeeal killjoy sometimes, partner, you know that?
(Haze smacks the mat and shouts in frustration at her own foolishness, having failed to drag Young to the middle of the ring before making the cover, so she stands up and grabs him by the legs to do exactly that. As she drags him towards the centre of the ring, however, Young begins kicking at her and frees himself, kipping up and leaping into a Backflip Kick in one smooth motion, eliciting a decent pop from the crowd! The Young Hit Wonder then follows it up with a Flipping Dropkick which fully flips Haze over, then jumps back to his feet and lets out another “Whoo-hoo!” as the fans pop again! Shawn Young then launches a few kicks into his fallen opponent’s midsection before standing over her fallen form and hooking both arms behind her back, deadlifting Haze from the floor into a Double Underhook Suplex! He keeps it held on and rolls through, looking for a second one, but the Bad Girl manages to slip out of his grasp and shoot the legs, taking Shawn Young to the ground and immediately into the Lotus Lock! She wrenches on the hold as Young struggles to reach the ropes, but he’s firmly in the centre of the ring with no help in sight.)
JR Freeman: Lotus Lock! The Lotus Lock is locked in! Heather Haze gave the world champion a run for her money with this very move!
Alfonso Banks: Yes! Attagirl, Heather, really make him FEEEEEEL it! I can TASTE the anguish in his eyes, it’s delicious!
JR Freeman: You have GOT to stop hanging out with Jonathan Sanders, Alf.
(The pain in Shawn Young’s eyes is noticeable, though, even from afar, etched onto his face as he fights valiantly against the hold. Finally he’s able to use his athleticism to flip his body over, pinning Haze’s shoulders to the mat…)
ON-NO! Haze releases the hold to avoid the pinfall!
(Heather screams in fury and slams the mat again, lifting Young to his feet for what appears to be a DDT attempt, but the Young Hit Wonder uses his weight advantage to shove her against the ropes, nailing her with a Hurricanrana on the rebound! He tries to kip up to his feet again but his legs give out from under him, and Young hobbles to the ropes on one knee then slowly, gingerly helps himself back up to a vertical base. Still clearly favouring his left leg, he makes his way to the ropes and climbs up, losing his footing just once, but spurred on by the chants of the friendly crowd who all seem to be behind him. Young manages to make it to the top rope before turning around and leaping off to hit the Young Hit Press...but Heather Haze catches him in mid-air with the Jailbait! The Bad Girl smirks and poses again, running her hands over the length of her body as the crowd cheers and cat-calls.)
JR Freeman: JAILBAIT! JAILBAIT! OH DIOS MIO, THIS ONE HAS GOT TO BE OVER!
Alfonso Banks: Haha, she was just playing possum! Clever girl, I KNEW you had it in you!
JR Freeman: Are you capable of saying ANYTHING that isn’t pervy or vaguely sexist, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: Not when Heather Haze is in the ring, JR. Not when Heather Haze is ANYWHERE…
(As Alf slobbers like the lovable old weirdo he is, Haze goes for the cover on the motionless Shawn Young…)
1!
2!
3!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, “The Bad Girl”, HEATHER HAAAAAAAAZE!
JR Freeman: Damn. Well, Shawn Young fought well tonight, but in the end it just wasn’t enough to match the sheer, brutal determination of “The Bad Girl” Heather Haze.
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely not, JR. She fought like a woman possessed tonight, and I think it’s only a matter of time before we see her in the title picture again.
(Haze rises to her feet with a wicked grin on her face as “I Wanna Be Bad” begins again, gently kissing Shawn Young’s forehead in a weirdly threatening manner before she lets the referee raise her arm, strutting around the ring like a supermodel as the fans shower her with a firmly split reaction.)
[cololor=red\]b\WINNER - Heather Haze[]/b][/color]
(The cameras cut to JR and Alf.)
JR Freeman: Fans we’ve had a fantastic evening but still remains...we HAVE CONFIRMED that even though he’s just become a father...Jack Russow WILL BE HERE to address The Darkest Carnival. But will he stand alo-
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!!”
(The fans ERUPT as “All I Want” by A Day To Remember starts to blare on the PA as Jack Russow comes out...dressed for a fight. He pops the collar on his new one sleeve leather jacket and pushes up his round purple lensed glasses.)
Alfonso Banks: It looks like he’s gotta go it alone! But why!? They called for two of The Darkest Carnival to come face them but where is-
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!!”
(MASSIVE pyro blasts for three seconds on the stage and the ring posts as everything gets a red hue to it as Mack McKane rises up from the stage. Him and Jack are soaking in every ounce of real person love they can as they bump knuckles and walk to the ring as “Nihilist” by Architects plays them down. Once they’re in the ring...Jack gets a microphone.)
Jack Russow: You...bloated...insignificant...maggot sucking lump of fucking shit.
(This causes the fans to explode with a “JACK!” chant as he lowers his glasses to the end of his nose and looks in the mirror.)
Jack Russow: You’ve no idea what you’ve done...fuck the house. YOU’RE gonna pay for what you’ve done to my WIFE...and what you’ve done to my CHILDREN!
(The fans erupt with a “DA-DDY! RUS-SOW!” clap chant as Jack smiles and nods his head. Mack is standing in the middle of the ring completely stoic glaring over his mask with a ferocity we haven’t seen since he wanted the World Championship.)
Jack Russow: I don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna hear your excuses. I told you...I said this wasn’t my fight anymore but you...PUSHED...and you PUSHED and then you CROSSED THE LINE. So YEAH...I’m thinkin’ this is my fight now. And I’m not ready to wait for some Pay-Per-View GET OUT HERE YOU FUCKING MONGREL!!!
(The fans pop, happy to see the return of arguably the greatest PWS World Champion the company has ever seen. A man that, until he lost his title in glorious fashion to Sierra Williams...hadn’t been beaten since he started.)
Mack McKane: Right...I weren’t gonna use no frilly words...I’m not gonna make any threats, just like Jackie-boy…’cause I don’t NEED to. *He pulls out Cutrina and starts twirling her as his eyes sink further into his head and his expression turns almost...hypnotic.
JR Freeman: If the entire Darkest Carnival floods this arena...I’m out.
Alfonso Banks: I will use you as a battering ram to open that door.
Mack McKane: ...come on...children of the night. Come DELIVER the MESSAGE your SNAKE CHARMER...DEMANDED we hear so fiercely!
(Suddenly the lights kick out in the arena and a crow caws as Jack and Mack stand stoic illuminated by a singular spotlight shining down in the middle of the ring.)
Mack McKane: FUUUUUUUUUCK’S SAKE...Just get DOWN here so I can CARVE you like a TURKEY, ALREADY!!!
(Suddenly the spotlight slings up into the rafters where we see a perched Reverend Synister donning the battle scars on his mask to cover the ones that made it to his face. He’s flanked by the cackling Angel of Sinn as she hands the good Reverend a microphone.)
Reverend Synister: Round and around and around we go youngbloods...and tho you have bested me TWICE! GOOD for you! You have bested me TWICE and I’m STILL HERE. Still in your most blessed of lucid dreams...and nightmares. I live rent free in Bella Madison’s head. I live rent free in YOUR heads. You don’t even realize it but you have JOINED...you have GIVEN me your hands! You just don’t know it yet! But you will...oh so soon. YEP!
(Syn flicks his hand and the lights flicker and when they come back on, like the Phantom of the Opera, Syn and Angel were gone. Jack rests his forearms and forehead on a turnbuckle before he screams and starts punching the fuck out of it. He grabs the microphone.)
Jack Russow: I don’t care...who. I don’t care what kind of match. I don’t care...about “too shocking for TV” you bring me...whoever has the balls to step to me right now. But I want you to think about...one thing. I’ve busted my ass...for the last nine months...hustling to raise a home twice as fast as expected...so I could have a welcome nest for the love of my life...who they’ve threatened...and the lives of my two twin children. Who they’ve not only threatened...they’ve THRASHED THE NURSERY...WE ALL WORKED FOR MONTHS ON. BEFORE YOU SIGN...THAT CONTRACT...I WANT WHOEVER IT IS TO KNOW I AM MAKING AN EXAMPLE OF YOU. PERIOD. Let’s RIDE!
(Jack tosses the Mic to Mack who sidesteps it and just shrugs double reverse peace signing the camera as both of the boys bail up the ramp and to the back with Jack stopping to reassure everyone…)
Jack Russow: THIS WAS OVER BEFORE IT EVER BEGAN...I WANT BLOOD. THE REVEREND SYNISTER PICKED THE NASTIEST SNAKE WITH THE DEADLIEST BITE TO DANCE WITH THIS TIME!!! I’LL KILL HIS WHOLE FUCKING CONGREGATION I SWEAR TO GO-
(Before he can go TOO off, Mack has grabbed him and pulled him backstage.)
Alfonso Banks: Such...PASSION from that delinquent…
JR Freeman: Yeah? Well. He’s a Russow and someone threatened his fami-
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD HE’S A RUSSOW AND SOMEONE THREATENED HIS FAMILY!!!
JR Freeman: ...Welcome back, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!!
(And with that, the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, denoting the end of the show.)
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