Riot 9/21/21 Results Sept 24, 2021 1:01:26 GMT -5
Post by Josiah Cena on Sept 24, 2021 1:01:26 GMT -5
PWS:APEX PRESENTS RIOT
Tuesday, September 21st, 2021
Detroit, MI - Little Caesar’s Arena]/i]
(The show comes on the air, as the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the cameras cut inside Little Caesar’s Arena, as we pan across the live crod, as “Trials” by Starset blares over the sound system. As the camera pans, we are greeted by the voices of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Hello! And welcome to another edition of PWS: APEX Riot! I’m JR Freeman…
Alfonso Banks: And I’m Alfonso Banks.
JR Freeman: And we are your broadcast team for the night, as we bring a great show of action do you. We have some great matches lined up tonight, featuring some involving some of our champions, as Audrey Russow takes on Dawn Warren, and Cleo Phillips is involved in a big tag team match.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, her and Shawn Young will be taking on Tyson Sykes and Alexander Lyons as part of the pick your poison involving the Commonwealth and Lyons and Sykes.
JR Freeman: That’s right, the Commonwealth will be taking on the team of Dionysus and Jonathan Sanders, our Collateral Damage champion, and also the other four members of Antithesis with Lyons and Sykes.
Alfonso Banks: But first, we have a match between Alexis Makarios and Violet Amelia Holt
(The cameras quickly cut back towards the dressing room where Violet Amelia Holt is stretching her arms and legs. Shelby is holding her phone in her hand. She is watching the promo that Alexis put out as she taps Violet on the shoulder.)
Shelby: Did you see this shit?
(Violet stops stretching to look at her sister. She just smiles as she listens to the dribble that comes out of Alexis's mouth.)
Violet Amelia Holt: Did I strike a fucking nerve Alexis? This is a typical response from someone who has no idea what I can do inside that ring. Her cocky attitude will be her downfall once again. The fact that I humiliated Richard Rider should have been a clear indication of what I can do but this stupid bitch has no clue what I am capable of.
Shelby: Apparently, you are a failure because you haven't won a championship here in Apex.
Violet Amelia Holt: What the hell has she accomplished? This bitch had a mental breakdown and now thinks everyone should walk on eggshells around her. Fuck that shit. I have mental problems too. I just don't let that define who I am. The fact you use it as some fucking excuse for your failures is really pathetic. After I kick your ass tonight, you might want to head back to the mental hospital since that's the only place who fucking welcomes a weak ass bitch like you. Now once I'm done with your punk ass. I'm going to teach that bitch Miss Puppies a lesson about fucking with me. Catch you soon Alexis. That is if you can find the ring.
(Violet shakes her head while leaving the area. Shelby closes her phone as she follows after her sister as the scene fades.)
Alexis Makarios vs. Violet Amelia Holt
Lexi v Violet
(The referee checks both ladies for weapons, much to their annoyance. Once cleared, he calls for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(Both ladies glare at each other and lock up! Violet gets the upper hand at the start,putting Alexis in a headlock and trying to keep her close to the ground.)
Alfonso Banks: A strong start for Violet. You wanna keep Alexis grounded… don’t let her build momentum.
(Alexis is taken down to a knee, but fights free of the sleeper hold flipping Violet over her head and getting her in a sleeper hold herself. From here, the match continues for a good 5 minutes with a lot of high paced back and forth. Neither lady is able to keep absolute control for more than a minute or so. Roughly 10 minutes into the match, both are showing signs of fatigue and extreme frustration. Violet grabs Alexis’s leg and does her best to finally lock in a sharpshooter!)
JR Freeman: NERDVANA!!! It’s over!!!
Alfonso Banks: Only if Alexis taps out. And trust me, Alexis is as stubborn as a jackass and would rather let Violet snap her back in 2 than tap out.
(Violet applies as much pressure as she can muster. Alexis screams out in pain as the ref asks if she wants to tap, which she yells “NO!!!!” everytime he asks. She reaches out for the ropes and is inches away from grabbing them. She does her best to move herself closer to the ropes, pulling Violet along with her. She manages to make one last effort and grab the ropes. The referee signals for a rope break. Violet refuses to let go!)
1! … 2! … 3! …
(Alexis holds the rope with one hand, and is tapping the mat with the other!)
JR Freeman: SHE’S TAPPING OUT!!!
Alfonso Banks: DOESN'T COUNT! She has a hand on the rope, Violet has to break that hold before 5 or she is disqualified. Also, the referee doesn’t see it so it doesn’t count. Moron.
4! … FI…
(Violet smirks and let's go right before the 5 count. The referee was focused on Violet breaking the hold. They both stand up and are arguing as Alexis sits up in the corner, holding her knee. She stands up and hobbles a little bit, seeing Violet smirking. She uses what energy she has to push the referee out of the way and slams Violet to the mat! Violet’s head smacks the mat, HARD!)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh! Violet has really ticked off Alexis!
JR Freeman: And that’s where Alexis is going to fall into old habits…
(Alexis goes to the corner with her back towards Violet. She looks back at her quickly an hesitates. She shakes her head quickly and jumps up, delivering a beautiful springboard corkscrew moonsault.)
Alfonso Banks: DOWN UNDER THUNDER!!!
(After impact, she wastes no time going for the pin.)
DING DING DING!!!
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER… ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!
(Alexis rolls out of the ring and leans on the apron a bit, before hobbling her way to the back.)
Winner - Alexis Makarios
(The cameras cut backstage, as we see a door with the name “Malachi/Bella” on it, denoting we are at their locker room. The camera pans out a bit, to show Nick Madison standing outside the door. He takes a breath, before knocking on the door. The door opens, and Nick is met by Malachi, as they come face to face. Malachi’s eyes narrow slightly, almost expecting to be attacked at any moment, but Nick puts his hands up.)
Nick Madison: I swear, I come in peace. There’s just something I wanted to talk to you about.
(Mal folds his arms across his chest.)
Malachi: What’s that?
Nick Madison: So, we have that Disney trip we are all taking in December around Crusade.
Malachi: Yeah, not going to that.
(From inside the locker room, we can hear the voice of Bella Madison.)
Bella Madison: Yeah, ya are. Deal with it!
(Malachi sighs, as Nick just continues, as if nothing happened.)
Nick Madison: Right, so I figured why not raise the stakes in our match?
(Mal raises an eyebrow.)
Nick Madison: Loser has to ride Small World alone with Aaron.
Malachi: No. No way in hell. That ride is bad enough on its own. Add a hyperactive toddler, and that is the worst kind of torture I can imagine.
Nick Madison: What’s wrong? Scared you might lose and have to suffer through it?
(Mal glares at Nick, who has a smug smile on his face as he extends his hand. With a growl, Mal begrudgingly accepts the handshake.)
Malachi: Fine. You’re on.
Nick Madison: Hope you’re ready to have that song stuck in your head come December.
(The camera cuts away, as the two release the handshake.)
(Camera switches as we are in a interview area where we see Tayna Reihl sitting with Miles Kasey.)
Tayna Reihl: Well, just a few weeks ago, we got to see the grand return of one of the first United Champions, one Mr. Miles Kasey. Milo, it has been a while, but first things first, I would like to congratulate you on getting that number one contendership to Cleo Phillips’ United Championship.
(Miles, dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back with a smirk on his face sitting across from Tayna.)
Miles Kasey: Well Tayna, it was once upon a time, MY United Championship.
Tayna Reihl: Indeed it was. In fact you were the 2nd United Champion, 138 days and in fact the show that we’re going into which is Dishonored, it's where you lost it to Alanah O’Connell.
Miles Kasey: It’s almost like it was meant to be. 2 years later, almost to the DAY that I found myself beat, I’m going to be walking into Chicago to take on one of the fastest rising stars in PWS.
Tayna Reihl: Cleo Phillips has definitely turned some heads in PWS: Apex, while you have weirdly absent.
Miles Kasey: Absent, but not inactive. I decided to put my focus to Sin City Wrestling for a bit because well, I just felt like I was in the way. With the whole thing that happened with my personal life, I didn’t feel like I could potentially be on top of my professional game here. So I took to training full time with Wolfslair in New York, working my hardest in SCW. It’s not like I stopped paying attention or even stopped. In fact, I have been watching. I am a watcher. I have kept my eye on the horizon and right now that horizon holds Cleo and that United Championship.
Tayna Reihl: So you really had no clue about your match versus Alexis was going to be a contenders match?
Miles Kasey: Not until they made that announcement just beforehand. I find myself in this interesting position, Tayna. I have become the outsider, looking in. I heard what Cleo had to say and come Dishonored, she will get nothing from me here but a simple I am looking forward to this match and to NOT sell me short. If I have ANYTHING to say about it, I will be walking out of Dishonored a two time United Champion
Tayna Reihl: Well Miles, one final question, is this your full time return to PWS: Apex?
Miles Kasey: That is quite the question, isn’t it? I would like to be back here more on a full time basis. I would love to be with both companies and if I have anything to say about it, I will be. I have reasons to be here now.
Tayna Reihl: Well Miles, while I have to be impartial here, I cannot wait to see you back in that ring taking on Cleo in just 2 weeks. Good luck.
Miles Kasey: Thanks.
The Commonwealth vs. Jonathan Sanders & Dionysus
(Before the match begins, but after entrances, Mike Hawk is shown at ringside, in the crowd, flaunting that he legitimately bought a ticket.)
JR Freeman: It seems Mike Hawk’s at ringside! He bought a ticket, ANTITHESIS can’t touch him!
Alfonso Banks: Well, at least he’s not at the announce table with us this time!
(The match starts with Reynolds and Sanders in the ring. Aiden starts with a snap suplex, sending The Lost Cause to the mat. He picks Sanders up and hits a scoop slam, before delivering some stomps to him, trying to keep Sanders off the offense as much as possible.)
JR Freeman: What a smart strategy! Keep the agile one on the ground so he can’t hurt you!
Alfonso Banks: If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Jonathan Sanders, it’s that he can always find a way to hurt you!
(Sure enough, Aiden goes for another stomp but Sanders catches his foot, tripping him up and standing using the ropes for assistance. He jumps and hits a standing 450 legdrop to the throat of Aiden Reynolds! Grinning, Sanders stands his opponent up, looking for a Downward Spiral, but Aiden grabs him and hits him with a Fireman’s Carry Slam.)
Mike Hawk: Nosferatu!
(He claps 5 times, wrestling chant style. The crowd joins him, starting a full-on “Nosferatu” chant for The Horseman of Plague, who looks around at the crowd with a sour expression on his face, before picking Aiden up and brutally kneeing him repeatedly in the face.)
Alfonso Banks: You wouldn’t think Hawk’s statements affect him, due to what he’s been saying, but Sanders clearly looks angry!
JR Freeman: That’s true, Alf, but when does he not?
Alfonso Banks: Probably when he’s sleeping, I’d imagine.
JR Freeman: Well, we don’t know that for sure.
(Sanders continues a brutal assault on Aiden before walking to the corner to tag in Dionysus. At the same time, Aiden heads slowly to his corner and, before the big man can do anything to him, tags in Dickie, who comes in swinging. He delivers a few rights and some lefts to Dio’s chest, but gets knocked on his ass with a lariat for his trouble. After landing some punches, Dionysus puts Dickie on his shoulders and tags in Sanders, who gets on the top rope, jumping off and knocking Watson off Dio’s shoulders with a crossbody!)
JR Freeman: Oh, a modified Final Judgement!
Alfonso Banks: This one’s over!
(He goes for the pin…)
(No, Aiden gets there in the nick of time! He stomps Sanders several times, helping his partner up before the ref gets him out of the ring. Watson’s in control for a little while longer, some more ‘Nosferatu’ chants, as well as a ‘Johnny Sadnuts’ chant starting up via the “President of Pro Wrestling” at ringside, and soon Watson hits Dicke’s Revenge! He goes for the pin…)
(...But nothing comes of it, as the other two members of ANTITHESIS have run down to ringside!)
JR Freeman: No, dammit! They would’ve had it!
(Dionysus takes the opportunity and throws a chair into the ring, Sanders picking it up and throwing it at Watson, who catches it, only to be met by a Shot of Serotonin to the chair! Sanders slides the chair out of the ring, Dionysus hopping off the apron to stop Aiden while The Lost Cause heads to the top rope as the ref turns around.)
JR Freeman: Oh, what a sickening display! They cheated!
Alfonso Banks: Everything’s legal if the referee doesn’t see it!
JR Freeman: Sanders has literally tried to bring a machete to a match.
Alfonso Banks: Wrong, JR. He has very successfully brought a machete to a match!
(Dionysus hits the Rusty Cleaver to Aiden Reynolds on the outside, meanwhile Sanders hitting the Total Eclipse of the Soul onto Dickie Watson in the ring and hooking the leg. The ref counts…)
(The bell rings and Blood Pigs starts.)
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, Jonathan Sanders and Dionysus!
JR Freeman: Absolutely despicable! They had to cheat to win, The Commonwealth had that one in hand before the rest of ANTITHESIS showed up!
Alfonso Banks: Well, unless The Commonwealth finds themselves two more members, I think the numbers game will always leave them at a disadvantage in this battle!
Winners - Jonathan Sanders and Dionysus
(After the match, Dionysus has gone over the top rope and Sanders is about to leave the ring when Mike Hawk runs in from the crowd, sliding into the ring. He pulls the Collateral Damage champion’s pants down, revealing black boxer shorts, and runs back into the crowd, laughing like an idiot the whole time.)
JR Freeman: Well, of all the things I was expecting to see tonight, Jonathan Sanders’ underwear was not one of them!
Alfonso Banks: Maybe YOU weren’t!
JR Freeman: ...You’ve got some weird expectations, Alf.
(Sanders, quickly pulling his pants back up, glares at Hawk, who’s escaping into the crowd, and scowls. The camera stays on his face for a few moments as he seethes at Hawk’s very existence.)
JR Freeman: Well folks, we’ve got to take a quick break! Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back!
(The show returns from commercials as the camera fades directly in the ring that is now filled with colorful balloons, confetti's and a live DJ bumping out the latest pop-friendly music over the loudspeakers as Heather dances seductively while licking off the chocolate cake frosting with her finger.)
(Several local APEX PWS developmental talents and backstage staff are on hand, all flanked outside the ring, looking mostly bored and annoyed by the celebration when the house music quickly dies down, prompting Heather to raise the microphone to her mouth to speak.)
Heather Haze: "Seriously people, like, do I know how to throw a kick ass party or what??"
(Heather demanded indignantly while twirling a long strand of her brown hair, and batting her eyelashes in a smug way as the fans retorted with a mixed reaction of loud boos and cheers.)
Heather Haze: "But in all seriousness, I'm SO glad to be celebrating my special birthday with some of my favourite people in the world right now. And the good thing about this is I get to hand-pick the ones whom I want here at MY Party. That means None of those dumb Russow's, Or the Madison's, Or those lil' O'Connell trolls, NO ANTI-THESIS, and certainly NO dumb drunk bitches like Ms. Puppies, OR a mutated half Man-half Squid cuz they're all BANNED from being here. And if ANY of you numbnuts want to come on down uninvited and ruin my party...be my guest, BUT you bet your ass there will be consequences and plenty of hell to pay."
(Heather gestured to her hired bouncers for the night all standing menacingly with their arms folded across their heaving chests and glaring at the entrance ramp, ready to attack any intruders on sight. Heather then straightens up, raising her wine glass in the air to make a toast.)
Heather Haze: "First & foremost.. I'd like to give a huge shout out to my #1 bestie, Miss Lexy Makarios. And Lexy, I have no doubt in my mind that we will one day be on top of the tag team mountain and get to wear those swanky Tag Team Gold's again around our gorgeous waists for the second time."
(Alexis then raises her glass up to that and gives off a smile as Heather does a cute little display of heart-shaped gesture followed by a few air kisses).
Heather Haze: "And also I'd like to give a shout out to some of the most underappreciated and undervalued guys and girls, who are obviously here getting some much deserved TV time, all thanks to me of course!"
(The camera pans onto several of the more obscure developmental talents like Moondust, Chris Blade, Juan Cabera Jr, Patty, Stacy O'Brien, Skip & Mud, and The Dream Team as they all roll their eyes at her in disdain while Spuds Guzzman Jr coolly takes a bite out of his potato, hardly reacting to anything of what was being said.)
Heather Haze: "Y'know I could’ve easily had RDJ, Chris Evans, and heck even Bennefer swing by on this rare occasion, but I took pity on you all; and I fought tooth and nail to have you guys flown in just to be a part of this special night as a humble gesture of my unselfishness to give you guys a rub with my immense star-power and put you guys over in a big way. So with that being said, you can all show me your love and appreciation by joining in and singing me a very hearty and well deserved, 'Happy Birthday' song."
(The developmental talents all shake their heads in disgust and one by one they all walk off to the back, except for Lexy who sticks around like the good friend that she is. Of course their exodus doesn't bode well on Heather as she stomps her feet angrily, looking on the verge of having a near meltdown.)
Heather Haze: "Well, you know what? Screw you assholes. This is my birthday party and I will celebrate the way I want it. You DJ, play me off. NOW!"
(The DJ then starts spinning some beats on his turn-table as Heather puts on a big, bright smile for her audience; clearing her raspy throat, she then begins singing her heart out in a sexy voice as she closes her eyes and slowly starts to twirl her hips around with two glow sticks in her hand.)
Heather Haze: "Happy Birthday to MEEE! Happy Birthday to MEEEE! Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, most gorgeous, most talented, and most sexiest wrestler of them all....Happy Birthday to..."
(As Heather continues to sing the tune of her own praises, the building lights abruptly cut off, leaving the whole arena in complete darkness .)
Heather Haze: "What the Hell?! Who killed the lights? What 's Happeni-- AHHHHHHHH!!!"
(A loud shrill scream is heard as the fans fumble for their phones, casting a dim halo of light that glows all over the arena. When the lights come back we see the DJ laid out as a distraught Heather stood there screaming furiously in disgust; her face and dress smeared in her own icy cake frosting. Heather frantically shields her face as she barks at the cameraman to cut the live feed.)
Heather Haze: "Cut to the FUCKING commercials!! CUT IT NOW!!"
(The camera cuts back to the backstage area, where we see Claire Anderson standing by.)
Claire Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, she is one half of the PWS: APEX tag team champions, Audrey Russow.
(The crowd in the arena cheer, as Audrey steps into the shot. She flashes a smile before turning to Claire.)
Claire Anderson: Thanks for taking the time to talk to me.
Audrey Russow: Not a problem, Claire. It’s my pleasure.
Claire Anderson: I haven’t seen Daniel around this week.
Audrey RUssow: Yeah, Aurora wasn’t really feeling up to travelling, so he decided to stay home with her this week. He’ll be there at Dishonored though.
Claire Anderson: Do you have anything to say to the rumors that you and Dan are maybe taking this upcoming tag match lightly? We really haven’t heard much from the two of you leading up to it.
Audrey Russow: The reason you haven’t heard much from me and Dan is because we’ve been busy studying film and training for this match, alongside taking care of our babygirl. If you think we are overlooking this match, or taking it lightly, you’re foolish. We know the fight we have in front of us. We know what both teams are capable of, and what they both bring to the table. This is going to be a knock down, drag out fight, but we are ready for it.
Claire Anderson: Well, before we get there, you have a match against Dawn Warren. What are your thoughts going into it? And can you stay focused on it long enough to get the win without getting distracted by other things going on?
Audrey Russow: The plan is to go out there and whip some ass. I’m confident I can stay focused to get the job done against Dawn. Then I’ll catch a flight back home to see Dan and Aurora.
Claire Anderson: Alright, well good luck out there tonight.
Audrey Russow: Thanks.
(Audrey walks off from the shot, as Claire turns back to the camera.)
Claire Anderson: Stay tuned for that, and much more on Riot as we continue.
Jack Russow vs. Moondust
JR Freeman: Next up is not for the faint of heart.
Alfonso Banks: Jack Russow, INCENSED, demanded someone, ANYONE come face him. Moondust has answered that call.
JR Freeman: Paramedics ARE on stand-by, viewer discretion is advi-
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LO-Ohhhhhhhh!!!!”
(Before the intro can even finish Jack Russow has made a beeline for the ring, double swept the legs, and is pounding down hammerfists on Moondust like there’s no one tomorrow as the referee tries to pull him off as Jack gets up and sheds his jacket screaming for the fans as the referee dons their gloves and checks because Moondust has INDEED been busted open the hard way. Jack smells blood in the water and in a grotesque fashion, is suddenly BITING at the bloody head of Moondust!)
JR Freeman: Awww Jack, COVID is still a thing, bud.
(The referee separates them again as Jack screams in primal anger...the fans are dead silent. They’ve never seen this side before. Moondust assures the referee he’s fine and the bell rings.)
(Jack has already sprinted to the corner, springboarded up, and flown off with a beautiful Fortunate Son rainbow cutter as Moondust crashes to the center of the ring with a sickening thud as he bounces back up to his feet staggering around holding his midsection which Jack sizes up, screams for the end, and he ducks a weak clothesline setting up the massive Cut The Cord abdominal stretch flip bomb.)
JACK PULLS THE SHOULDER UP!!! The fans are almost starting to beg Jack to stop as Jack sets and cuts his throat with his thumb before locking in the ever dangerous Desolation Row cruciatus curse modified octopus lock! Moondust screams for the end!
DING! DING! DING!
Winner - Jack Russow
DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!!
JR Freeman: JACK’S NOT LETTING GO!!!
(The lights flicker and when they come back on Jack is standing with a hand on the back of his neck...the hand of Mack McKane. Mack releases Jack as they cart Moondust off...Jack being true to his word and smearing the purple-reddish mixture of the paint and the blood across his chest like war paint. Mack removes his mask and produces a microphone.)
Mack McKane: I am here...heretic.
(It takes almost no time and the lights kick out and cursed images start popping up everywhere they can as Jack squirms a little bit...Mack remains stoic.)
Mack McKane: OI! YOU DENSE, CHAV!!! ! I SAID NO FOOKIN’ GAMES, INNIT!!!
(Suddenly the spotlight is back up in the rafters as Syn lays resting, looking up at the ceiling. He sings to himself.)
Reverend Synister: ‘Cause I’m as freeeeee as a billiard now….AND THIS BIRD YOU CANNOT CHANGE!!!!
(Suddenly we hear his high pitched cackle of maniacal laughter as flames engulf the edges of the ring as Mack and Jack back each other up. The ring isn’t on fire...just a rig on the outside. When the fire finally dies, The Reverend Synister is sitting on the top rope! Jack makes a dive for him but Mack catches him.)
Mack McKane: He’s baiting you.
Jack Russow: What the fuck do you MEAN man!? He’s right THERE! Let’s just DO THIS!
Mack McKane: We touch one hair on his head...I’m guessing our girls get a visit.
Reverend Synister: OHHHHH He’s so SMART!!! WHO taught’cha how to think like that? OH! RIGHT! It was ME!!! Come home, wayward boy...there is home for you here....
Mack McKane: I’ve made my home. Now who the fuck are you pickin’ to die with you?
Reverend Synister: Hmmm...iunno!
(This time MACK takes a step and JACK has to calm him down.)
Jack Russow: ...for the girls.
Mack McKane: ...I don’t frankly give a rat’s fuckin’ arse gas who you “saved”...
Reverend Synister: Oh my child but I saved no one!!! My accompanists interests...are in saving someone elsewhere…
Mack McKane: I swear to God the next time I see you…
Reverend Synister: Oh sweet child, don’t you remember?
(Syn clicks his fingers and the lights kick out as more fire blasts as Mack McKane’s theme “Nihilist” by Architects screams…)
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!”
(And just like that, the lights kick back on and smoke billows the air and everyone is left wondering where the madman went as we hear his cackle echo throughout the arena.)
JR Freeman: Oh...Mios...Dios.
Alfonso Banks: ...I don’t get paid enough for this shi-
JR Freeman: -SHIFTING focus on another possibly hostile encounter, let’s kick it backstage!
(The cameras cut to backstage, where we see Alexis Makarios sitting on the trainer’s table, icing her knee after her match. Suddenly, Audrey Russow walks up and plops down next to Alexis. )
Audrey Russow: I’m sure that had to feel nice to get the win out there against that crazy bitch.
(Alexis looks at Audrey, extremely confused.)
Alexis Makarios: Uh… yeah it did. Can I uh… can I help you? Did you need something?
Audrey Russow: I just uh...wanted to see how you were doing. Like...how’s the body holding up after that?
(Alexis kind of raised an eyebrow towards her.)
Alexis Makarios: Fiiiiiiiine? I’m gonna have a bruise but… I’m good?
Audrey Russow: Good...good...good...I know we haven’t really talked much...well...I mean lately...after all that mess...but...well...I’m just gonna come out and say it. We were close once, and...I think it would make things a lot better around here if we were again. I could use someone outside the family to vent to and just talk to…
(Alexis squints a little bit, unsure of everything. She speaks in a lower tone than normal.)
Alexis Makarios: I uh… I appreciate that. But, surely there is some one better out there for that spot? I’m not exactly a nice, or to some sane, person. And I’m sure your family wouldn’t approve either…
Audrey Russow: Well, to be fair….my family has kinda given you a LOT of shit for things in the past. I know how they can get when they have their mind set on something...I just find it best to stay out of their way...still doesn’t make it right.
Alexis Makarios: Understatement of the year…
(Alexis minces a bit as the trainer puts an icepack on her knee and walks off.)
Alexis Makarios: So… this is legit? No set up? I’m not gonna turn around and get a pie to the face from Levi? Or walk out of the room to find Dan trying to chase me down, laughing like a lunatic, on the lawn gator? I’m not gonna go to my locker room to find it was “redecorated” to say HOMEWRECKER on everything?
Audrey Russow: No set-up, no gimmicks. Dan isn’t here tonight, and as far as I know, neither is Levi. This is just me, trying to restart a friendship. I...can’t believe I’m about to say this, but don’t look at it as Audrey Russow coming to you, but more as Audrey James coming to you. I am a Russow, but I’m also still me. That part of me won’t change.
(Alexis was still skeptical, and keeping her guard up. But the look on her face told the whole story. She was surprised above anything else. She turns towards Audrey.)
Alexis Makarios: You seem sincere… so either you are a really good actress or you really ARE trying to be a civil human being towards me. I’m hoping it’s the second one. Outside of Heather and the Lopez’s I don’t really have any friends in the business anymore either. Kind of my own fault, I guess?
Audrey Russow: We all have our good days and our bad ones. I mean, I can’t say things with the Russows and you will change overnight, but as far as a friend, you have one in me if you want. The way I see it, we’re not facing each other anytime soon, and lord knows the stress I’ll be under coming up, it would help out a lot to have someone to rant to whose last name isn’t Russow cause they’ll all just be like “stop talking and train” or something like that, or help out with whatever crazy thing they want to do next.
Alexis Makarios: I am good at ranting. It’s a talent I guess.
(A small smirk takes over Alexis’s face for the first time in a while.)
Alexis Makarios: Well… sounds like we are on the path to calling each other “friend” once more? Am I the only one who finds that completely crazy?
Audrey Russow: Trust me, I’ve been thinking it over and over. But I think it’s the right thing to do.
Alexis Makarios: Why, though? I mean, what brought this all on?
Audrey Russow: Honestly? Aurora. I keep thinking about her and the person I want to be to show her how to be. The Russows are amazing in their own right, but if I can show her a little kindness and compassion along the way, I mean I can’t go wrong with that.
Alexis Makarios: I can respect that.
(Alexis’s phone goes off with a text. She checks it fast and puts her phone away.)
Alexis Makarios: This uh… this has been… well… nice. I gotta get going though, Heather is waiting for me. It’s her birthday and I promised her once I was cleared we would go celebrate.
(Alexis hops down and walks towards the door. She stops and turns back to Audrey.)
Alexis Makarios: Good luck out there, James.
(Audrey smirks, and nods her head.)
Audrey Russow: Thanks, Makarios.
(Alexis walks out of the trainer’s room, as Audrey gets up and walks out to head out for her match.)
Audrey Russow vs. Dawn Warren
JR Freeman: Up next, we’ll see the return of Dawn Warren, as she takes on Audrey Russow in singles competition.
Alfonso Banks: It’s been a while since we’ve seen Warren in a match. It will be interesting to see what kind of mindset she’s in.
JR Freeman: I agree, especially against a competitor like Audrey.
(The match starts with both women circling around the ring, getting the feel for each other, before locking up. Audrey gets the early advantage, using her strength to force Dawn to the corner. The two trade right hand shots, and share back and forth clotheslines, before Audrey gets Dawn down with a huge dropkick.)
JR Freeman: So far, so good for Dawn Warren, as she’s been able to keep up with Audrey. We’ll have to see how it goes as we get further into the match.
Alfonso Banks: If she can keep this up, we could be looking at a huge upset...that’s if she can keep it up.
(Dawn continues to hang with Audrey, matching her move for move and coming up with some unique counters and reversals. The closing moments come though, when Dawn goes for a back body drop, but Audrey counters into the FallOut Stomp. Audrey follows that up by planting Dawn with the Ashes of Eden, and hooking the leg as she goes for the cover.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Audrey Russow!
JR Freeman: Well, she almost had it, but Dawn comes up just short. She should be proud of her showing here tonight, though.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, for her first match back, she didn’t look too bad. Just not enough to beat Audrey, though.
Winner - Audrey Russow
(“Blood Pigs” starts as Jonathan Sanders comes down to the ring, Collateral Damage title in hand. Looking particularly pissed off, he slides into the ring and grabs a microphone.)
JR Freeman: Well, we just saw Jonathan Sanders in a tag match earlier in the night, now he’s prepared a bit of a speech!
(The music stops as Sanders looks around at the audience.)
Jonathan Sanders: I have made an appeal to management. Hawk continues to evade me after weeks of torment and humiliation. So I’ve asked the powers that purport to govern this organization to make a match for us at Dishonored so that I may enact some vengeance for his petulant actions.
(Sanders pauses as the crowd cheers the prospect of this match.)
Jonathan Sanders: Mr. Hawk…
(He says the name with noticeable contempt in his voice.)
Jonathan Sanders: ...is no longer here tonight, having fled to his safe haven after attempting to embarrass me following our match with the Commonwealth. But I have asked them to call and inform him of this arrangement, so tha-
(Suddenly the titantron springs to life as Mike Hawk shows up on it, looking to be at home, Casey Casem on a shelf behind him.)
Mike Hawk: Whoa whoa whoa… I did NOT agree to this! Management might say we’re having this match, but management also said that I lost to Cleo Phillips, so that shows what they know! I’m smart enough to not stick around in the arena when I know you assholes want to kick my ass, so why the fuck would I show up to a match with you voluntarily!? Do I look stupid to you?
Mike Hawk: ...Don’t answer that. But my point remains, what makes you think I will willingly line myself up to fall victim to the guy known for bringing an actual fucking knife to the ring!?
Jonathan Sanders: Simple. If you do, and you manage to vanquish me…
(He brandishes the title belt.)
Jonathan Sanders: You will win this.
Mike Hawk: Hmmm, an intriguing offer… plus, if I cash in ol’ Casey over here…
(He pats his briefcase several times)
Mike Hawk: I could be ol’ Michael Two-Belts! And maybe I could team with myself and win the tag titles, be Michael four-belts! ...No, that seems excessive, I’ll stick with two. One per shoulder, that’s more reasonable. So… fine, Pee-Wee Herman Munster, I’ll accept your match on one condition.
Jonathan Sanders: Which is…?
Mike Hawk: I don’t want him anywhere near the ring for the entire match!
(He points in the direction of Dionysus, who had accompanied Sanders to the ring. Sanders looks at Dionysus, who cracks his neck, and they both look back over to Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: Fine. I do not need The Mad God in order to slay you anyway.
Mike Hawk: Oh, you’re gonna wish you had him!
Jonathan Sanders: Perhaps. But considering this match will be a barbed wire deathmatch, I think I’ll manage just fine.
Mike Hawk: ...I’m sorry, a what?
(Sanders gets a wicked grin on his face.)
Jonathan Sanders: What’s wrong, Michael? Are you afraid to face me?
Mike Hawk: Oh, um…
(He starts making static noises with his mouth, covering his mouth with his hand as he does so.)
Mike Hawk: Oh, you’re breaking up, I can’t hear you! Sorry, we’ll have to continue this conversation later, bye!!
(He fumbles with the camera a bit.)
Mike Hawk: Thank god… holy fuck, that match is gonna be so hard, I’m so nervous, holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck…
(He turns back around.)
Mike Hawk: Oh fuck, it’s still on! Um… ignore that! I’m not afraid of you! Not at all!
(He fumbles with the camera a little more.)
Mike Hawk: Where the fuck’s the off button on this thing!? Oh, fuck it!
(He flings the camera and the titantron cuts to black, leaving the wickedly-grinning Collateral Damage champion standing in the ring, Dionysus behind him.)
JR Freeman: We heard that right, folks! At Dishonored, we will see Jonathan Sanders defend his Collateral Damage Championship against the one and only Mike Hawk!
Alfonso Banks: There’s a joke in there somewhere about my cock challenging for a title and winning a trophy wife, but I can’t think of it.
JR Freeman: Good.
Alexander Lyons & Tyson Sykes vs. Cleo Phillips & Shawn Young
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the PWS: Apex Riot MAIN EVENT! The following contest is a Tag Team match and it is scheduled for ONE FALL, with television time remaining!
(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 an LED light coat with LED glasses.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first: from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 201 lbs., he is “The Young Hit Wonder”, Shaaaaaaaaaaaaawn Young!
(He high fives the fans as he rolls into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle and shouts “Whoo hoo!” once again, with his right arm up with the crowd cheering for him 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, waiting for his partner to come out.)
JR Freeman: That’s right, folks, it’s finally the time you’ve all been waiting for! The second half of our “Pick your Poison” contest between ANTITHESIS and The Commonwealth, pitting Alexander Lyons and Tyson Sykes against two competitors they have history with, Shawn Young and current United Champion Cleo Phillips!
Alfonso Banks: This one is shaping up to be one HELL of a grudge match, JR; both sides have a lot to prove here, and a lot of bad blood between them, so I think we’re in for an absolute showstopper tonight.
JR Freeman: I completely agree, Alf, and what a way to cap off our go-home Riot before Dishonored!
(As the announcers continue to hype the upcoming match, a familiar loud pyro explosion leading into the beat to "Gangsta's Paradise" echoes throughout the arena. As the lyrics begin Cleo swaggers out onto the stage, United Title Belt around her waist. The crowd greets the champion with a huge pop, and she folds her arms and looks around at the crowd from behind her shades.)
#As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone#
(Cleo pounds her chest twice and unhooks the belt, lifting it high with one hand while she points around the arena with the other, before making her way down the ramp, as the song continues.)
#But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk#
(Once at ringside, she jumps on the apron and rolls into the ring, where she postures and poses for the crowd, raising her title belt again as some more pyros go off.)
#I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight#
(Finally, she poses with her arms crossed on the turnbuckle, as the chorus comes in.)
#Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise#
Meg Reynolds: And his partner, from The Bronx, New York, weighing in at 145 lbs.; she is the PWS: Apex United Champion, “The Body Snatcher” CLEEEEEEEEOOOO PHILLIPS!
(Cleo and Shawn Young lock eyes with each other, fistbumping and nodding at each other as the lights slowly dim.)
JR Freeman: These two look like they’re already on the same page tonight, Alf. It’ll be interesting to see how well they can take on a cohesive unit like ANTITHESIS.
Alfonso Banks: It’s hard to say, JR; Cleo and Shawn Young have history working together, but ANTITHESIS is more like a brotherhood than a standard faction, so I think it’ll be tough to match their often single-minded brutality.
(The lights continue to dim until they’ve shut off completely, and the slow opening notes of Devildriver’s “Sail” cover begin to play over the speakers. Fog begins to billow out and cover the stage, then as the guitars kick in the lights strobe in time with them. For the final three guitar strums the words “CONQUER. AND. DESTROY.” flash across the screen in sequence, then the emergency lights come on, giving everything a reddish tinge to it as Tyson Sykes and Alexander Lyons make their way out onto the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 460 lbs., representing ANTITHESIS; “The Exiled Prince” Alexander Lyons and “The Ripper” Tyson Sykes, CONQUER AND DEEEEEEEESTROOOOOOOOY!
(The pair don’t tag any hands as they make their way to the ring, with Lyons making a beeline towards it and bearing a determined scowl as Tyson smirks, rolling his shoulders and bouncing from foot to foot as he takes his time to reach the ring, pointing and trash-talking at the opponents already there. Lyons hurries ahead, then - as reaches the base of the ramp - takes off running towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope, while Sykes slowly and deliberately climbs the stairs, turning to flip off the fans as they pelt him with boos. Both partners would normally go for the top rope at this point, but with their opponents already in the ring they instead stand their ground, getting in Cleo and Young’s faces as the lights return to normal.)
JR Freeman: There is certainly no love lost between these two pairs, I’m amazed they haven’t come to blows already!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t think you’ll have to wait long, JR; look at this...!
(Sure enough, as Alexander Lyons gets in Cleo Phillips’ face, she smirks and says something about his father, causing Lyons to haul off and clock her with a vicious elbow strike! From there it’s total chaos, as the foursome descends into brawling, with Lyons and Cleo trading blows as Sykes and Shawn Young pair off as well. The referee refuses to ring the bell as all four brawl inside the ring, and it’s only after Shawn Young takes Sykes over the top rope with a Hurricanrana, sending both men spilling to the outside, that the bell sounds and this one is officially on. Lyons and Phillips are the first two legal competitors, their slugfest continuing as they trade elbows in the centre of the ring. Cleo fires off an elbow strike and the crowd pops, then Lyons smirks, checks his lip for blood, and returns fire to a chorus of boos. This pattern continues, each blow stiffer than the last, until Lyons rears back and spins to finish with a Discus Back Elbow, but Cleo ducks underneath the strike and hits the ropes, coming back with a HUGE momentum-assisted Lariat that takes Lyons to the mat! Cleo covers and…)
TW-NO! LYONS POWERS OUT!
JR Freeman: Quite a display of athleticism on the part of Cleo Phillips there, showing she can hang with a violent brawler like Alexander Lyons.
Alfonso Banks: It might have been a brief run, JR, but Cleo Phillips EARNED that Collateral Damage Championship; I think if anyone is surprised that she can be violent, they just haven’t been paying close attention.
JR Freeman: I have to agree with you there, Alf, as much as it may pain me to do it.
Alfonso Banks: Sucks when I’m right, doesn’t it pal?
JR Freeman: It really, really does.
(As the announcers bicker, back in the ring Cleo shrugs off the kickout with a kind of frustrated smirk. She returns to her feet while grabbing Lyons by the hair, firing a few stiff rights into his midsection before Irish whipping the Exiled Prince into her corner. She follows it up with a sick Running Knee to the corner, then looks for Shawn Young to make the tag, but he and Tyson Sykes are still brawling on the outside! Sykes has recovered from the Hurricanrana to the outside and has started taking the fight to Young, nailing him with stiff kicks and knees before ultimately following up with an Inverted Alabama Slam onto the audience barricade! As Young collapses to the ground, writhing in pain and clutching his stomach, Tyson Sykes turns to smirk at Cleo Phillips and gives her a mocking little wave, followed by a middle finger as Alexander Lyons takes advantage of the distraction to nail Phillips with a running Basement Dropkick to the back of both knees!)
JR Freeman: This is disgusting! Tyson Sykes is brutalizing Shawn Young on the outside, and the referee isn’t doing a damn thing about it!
Alfonso Banks: Well, she’s kind of got her hands full with Cleo and Lyons IN the ring, JR. And besides, as long as they’re not legal, he’s not TECHNICALLY breaking any rules.
JR Freeman: Oh, don’t give me that! All competitors are supposed to remain in their corners at all times!
Alfonso Banks: Well you know what, JR; if YOU would like to politely tell Tyson Sykes he’s not where he’s supposed to be, you just be my guest.
(JR grumbles about justice and obeying the rules as the referee, to her credit, DOES give Sykes a reprimand and order him back to his corner, but her attention is swiftly directed back to the ring as Lyons follows up his Basement Dropkick by lifting Cleo by the hair, punching HER a few times in the stomach as he does, before lifting her up for a Stalling Suplex that he holds for a good five uninterrupted seconds, netting a reluctant round of applause from the crowd for the sheer athleticism on display. He then goes for a cover himself…)
NO! CLEO GETS A SHOULDER UP!
JR Freeman: Damn, that was too close for comfort for the United Champion!
Alfonso Banks! DAMMIT! I thought for SURE Lyons had her there!
(The Exiled Prince shouts in frustration and smacks the mat as he stands up, leaning over the ropes and shouting for Tyson Sykes to get back to their corner. Tyson nods at him and jumps up onto the apron, the two making a tag and sending the Ripper into the ring with Cleo. The pair look her over for a moment before Sykes lifts the Body Snatcher up for a Syko Bomb and Alexander Lyons jumps up to hit her with a Backstabber simultaneously, a move they call the “Warrior’s Death!” Sykes doesn’t go for a cover immediately but instead chooses to lock Cleo in a Boston Crab, as Alexander Lyons takes off at a run to drop Shawn Young with a Suicide Plancha before he can get back up to his corner!)
JR Freeman: The United Champ is in a bad way here, with Tyson Sykes continuing the pressure on that lower back that they’ve already been targeting!
Alfonso Banks: Despite all appearances, Tyson Sykes is NOT an idiot, JR, and as much as he may prefer a knock-down, drag-out fistfight, the man’s capable of some solid in-ring psychology when the situation demands it.
JR Freeman: ...I’m gonna tell him you said that, Alf. Every single word.
Alfonso Banks: ...You absolute cockmuffler.
JR Freeman: WHAT did you just call me?
Alfonso Banks: You heard me, JR. You heard me.
JR Freeman: I think you’ve been spending too much time with Mike Hawk.
Alfonso Banks: That’s what I said to your mom last night! BOOM, THERE IT IS!
JR Freeman: ...Real mature, Alf. God, I hate you so much sometimes.
(Sykes continues wrenching on the hold, his face a mix of sadistic glee and furious anger, as Cleo grasps desperately for a corner that’s still completely empty. She tries valiantly to pull herself closer to the ropes, showcasing her own strength and power even in the face of Tyson Sykes, but even as she inches ever-closer to salvation, Shawn Young is nowhere to be found. He and Lyons are lying in a heap on the outside after that Suicide Plancha, and neither one of them has begun to stir. The crowd begins a chant for their United Champion, alternating between “CLE-O! CLE-O! CLE-O!” and “BO-DY SNATCH-ER! *Clap clap clapclapclap*”, but none of it seems to be helping as Tyson Sykes sits down on Cleo’s lower back to increase pressure on the hold. The ref asks Cleo if she’d like to submit but she defiantly shouts “FUCK NO!” and keeps struggling towards the corner...just as Shawn Young manages to finally get to his feet and leap up to make the tag!)
JR Freeman: Hot damn, Shawn Young makes the tag! Cleo’s finally got some help in this one!
Alfonso Banks: Only because Alexander Lyons had to do something stupid and risky that did as much damage to HIMSELF as his opponent!
JR Freeman: I’m gonna tell HIM you said that too, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: ...I gotta learn to keep my mouth shut.
JR Freeman: You’d be doing us ALL a favour, my friend.
(Shawn Young hits the ring like a house on fire, nailing Tyson Sykes with a Flipping Dropkick to the back of the head, then immediately bouncing off the ropes and hitting a Springboard Senton Bomb! He goes for a quick cover…)
NO! LYONS BREAKS IT UP!
(Alexander Lyons has slid back into the ring to save his partner, and he and Shawn Young stare each other down for a second before the Young Hit Wonder starts laying into the Exiled Prince with Calf Kicks, all in rapid succession as to not give him enough time to fight back. He puts enough pressure on to force Lyons towards the corner, then sends him collapsing against the turnbuckle by ending the combination with a Spinning Heel Kick. With Lyons in the corner and Sykes still recovering from the initial assault, Shawn Young takes a few steps back, sizes up his opponent, then absolutely PANCAKES Alexander Lyons to the mat with a Monkey Flip, sending him crashing into the fallen form of Tyson Sykes! The crowd pops massively for Young as Lyons rolls out of the ring to recover, and the high-flyer leaps up to the top rope again, launching himself off with a CRISP Young Hit Press to the fallen Ripper! Another cover…)
NO! Sykes gets a foot on the bottom rope!
JR Freeman: YOUNG HIT PRESS! YOUNG HIT PRESS! I thought for SURE this one was over!
Alfonso Banks: Tyson Sykes is nothing if not resilient, JR, it’s gonna take a HELL of a lot more punishment to finally put HIM down!
(Maybe so, but Shawn Young looks keen to deliver it, walking to the friendly corner and crouching down, waiting for Sykes to get back up so he can nail him with a Spear. The Ripper slowly, but surely returns to his feet, woozy and wobbly after the damage he’s just taken, but as Shawn Young fires himself forward for his signature manoeuvre, Sykes is able to regain enough wherewithal to pivot out of the way, using Young’s own momentum to send him crashing into the opposite turnbuckle post! Sykes grins as he takes a minute to get in Cleo Phillips’ face, taunting the Champ that “This is what happens when you fuck with ANTITHESIS” before marching over to his corner to stomp violently on the back of Shawn Young’s head. Alexander Lyons has groggily made his way back to the ANTITHESIS corner now, so he’s available when Sykes moves to tag him in. As he does, Sykes locks Young in a Full Nelson position and Lyons hits a Lionheart Kick followed by a Full Nelson Suplex from Sykes, completing the move called “King Richard’s Demise”! Lyons then motions for Sykes to remain in the ring as he walks around Shawn Young to lock him in the Gordian Knot, but before the double-teaming can continue Cleo Phillips hits the ring again, flooring Tyson Sykes with a Bronx Kick out of nowhere! She then turns her attention to Lyons, but he’s too quick and jumps onto her back, flooring the Body Snatcher with a Sunset Flip.)
Alfonso Banks: Wow, what a combination! It seems Lyons and Sykes really ARE gelling as a full-fledged tag team here.
JR Freeman: They are indeed, Alf, and we saw a similar level of cohesion from Dionysus and Jonathan Sanders earlier. Only time will tell if it’ll be enough to put away the Commonwealth at Dishonored.
Alfonso Banks: Well if I were them, I’d certainly be concerned watching THIS match!
(Those words prove only truer still as Lyons helps Tyson Sykes back to his feet, the two men looking at their fallen opponents and then at each other. With two wicked grins and a wordless nod, Sykes lifts Cleo Phillips and carries her to the opposite corner while Lyons lifts Shawn Young and hangs him upside-down in this one. With both enemies now locked in the Tree of Woe, the pair both make their way to the centre of the ring and then take off running, Lyons nailing Young with a Tree of Woe Dropkick while Sykes lays out Cleo with a flipping Tree of Woe Senton, the CONQUEST & DESTRUCTION! The pair haven’t finished yet, though, as Tyson kicks Cleo Phillips’ fallen body out of the ring and makes his way back over to Shawn Young, lifting the limp Young Hit Wonder onto his shoulders as Lyons goes to the top rope, jumping off to hit a Diving Meteora Doomsday Device, their own version of the ANTITHESIS move “Final Judgment”! Sykes scrambles out of the ring while Lyons covers Shawn Young…)
3! This one is over!
Alfonso Banks: FINAL JUDGMENT! FINAL JUDGMENT! THIS ONE IS OVER!
JR Freeman: My god, the sheer brutality of ANTITHESIS knows no bounds! There’s no reason they had to go that far, they clearly had this match won already!
Alfonso Banks: What can I say, JR? Lyons and Sykes don’t do anything by half-measures.
JR Freeman: That’s entirely true, Alf, I shouldn’t have expected anything less.
(As “Sail” starts up again, Tyson Sykes makes his way back into the ring and Lyons grins, both men standing in the centre of the ring to have their hands raised by the referee, before Lyons violently yanks his hand away and points to the fallen bodies of Young and Phillips, shouting into the camera.)
Alexander Lyons: That’s what happens, Commonwealth! That’s what happens to those who get in our way! We’ll show you firsthand at Dishonored! You and the Russows both!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, the team of Alexander Lyons and Tyson Sykes, CONQUER AND DESTROOOOY!
JR Freeman: Well, Alf, Cleo and Young fought hard tonight, but in the end they just didn’t have the teamwork necessary to bring down a brotherhood like ANTITHESIS.
Alfonso Banks: Damn right they didn’t, JR! It’s beginning to seem like these guys are an unstoppable machine, I would NOT like to be the Russows OR the Commonwealth right now!
JR Freeman: Definitely not, Alf. Those two teams have GOT to be on notice after a spectacular showing like this.
Winners - Alexander Lyons & Tyson Sykes