Post by Star Stormz on Oct 23, 2021 16:39:14 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents Tuesday Night RIOT
Tuesday, October 19th, 2021
Cedar Point Grounds - Sandusky, Ohio
(Fade in. We open on a shot of a darkened PWS: Apex locker room. The only source of light is streaming in through the open door, throwing a cone of illumination into the centre of the room, a sort of pseudo-spotlight for the centre of our scene. A soft singing, barely more than a speaking tone, can be heard echoing through the room. The voice doing this singing is a familiar one.)
Jonathan Sanders:
Will the circle
Be unbroken,
By and by, lord,
By and by…?
(Our camera cuts now, to focus on a trail of blood drops illuminated by the light-cone from the door. The trail leads from outside this door, in the well-lit hallway, into the centre of this room where the cone of light stops, and following it along we find it stops at a pair of wrestling boots bearing a familiar “Peace and Anarchy” logo. Panning upwards from these boots, we find the source of the voice to be precisely as we expected; the PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, Jonathan Sanders. This appears to be directly following his title match at Dishonored, as Sanders is dressed in his ring gear and covered in cuts and bruises from that show. His jet-black hair is matted to his head with a combination of blood and sweat, and the Snake of Eden’s head is currently bowed, staring at his Collateral Damage title belt while thick drops of deep red blood drop steadily onto the gold faceplate. He gives no signs of acknowledgement to the presence of our camera, continuing to softly sing to himself.)
Jonathan Sanders:
Is a better
Home awaiting
In the sky, lord
In the sky?
(Sanders slowly inhales now, keeping his head bowed and facing the floor, but he lets the Collateral Damage Title drop to rest between his knees, clutched loosely in one hand.)
Jonathan Sanders:
So many have tried to conquer me…
(Our footage now flashes through a medley of Sanders’ previous challengers FOR his Collateral Damage Championship, along with a few who he faced in non-title matches. We begin with Cleo Phillips, nailing Sanders with her baseball bat during their Destiny Match, then hitting him with the Milly Rock. We then flash through to Sierra Williams, landing the Air Canada at the Riot two-year anniversary show. Following that we get a shot of Shawn Young hitting the Young Hit Press on Sanders during their Fans Bring the Weapons match, and finally we end on a shot of Mike Hawk flooring him with the F-Bomb, and screaming at the referee to get up to count the pin. After this, we flash back to Sanders, sitting in the dark.)
Jonathan Sanders:
So many have failed.
(We now flash through a selection of clips of Sanders scoring the three-count in each of the aforementioned matches, first on Cleo Phillips following their insane rooftop fall, then on Sierra Williams, then on Shawn Young, and finally ending with Hawk. We then get a few shots of Sanders having his hand raised after each victory. Following this we flash back to Sanders in the locker room.)
Jonathan Sanders:
How many more will fall before you realize?
(Sanders slowly looks up, his face illuminated by the light from the door. It is entirely crimson, wet with the blood shed during his match.)
Jonathan Sanders:
You can't kill the devil.
(We hold on this for a beat as two glowing, fiery white eyes open in the darkness behind Sanders. A black-gloved hand reaches out of the shadows to rest on his shoulder as he stares into the camera lens, and the form of the robed, devil-masked Jonathan Sanders can be seen just silhouetted in the darkness behind the Collateral Damage Champion. We hold on this for a beat, then fade to the opening credits of Trick or Riot.)
Singles Match
Morgan Baker vs. The Squid-Man
This one starts off a bit faster than I think anybody expected, with Morgan Baker CHARGING out of her corner to nail our poor, unsuspecting cephalopod with a Dropkick that shows off her signature lightning-quick, spitfire offense. She then keeps the pressure on with high-flying hit-and-run attacks, but El Hijo Del Padre Del Calamar proves that at least ONE squid can fly, as he’s able to duck and roll out of the way of a surprising number of these moves, responding in kind with his own high-flying kicks and springboard moves. The advantage still seems to favour Morgan in the early-going, however, after a botched Spear sends her through the ropes things change - bafflingly - in favour of the Squid-Man. He capitalizes with a Taupe Suicida that leaves both down on the outside for a while, then they eventually battle back to their feet and rush into the ring in time to beat the 10-count. Things remain in the Squid’s favour for, frankly, longer than they ever probably should, but after a Seasault meets with a pair of Morgan Baker’s upraised knees it’s the beginning of the end, and after a fiery comeback she’s able to nail a Halestorm from the top rope to put the oceanic gentleman down for the 3-count.
WINNER: Morgan Baker
(The cameras cut to backstage, where we see Josiah Cena standing with his wife, Skylar, and daughter, Ariana, outside of catering.)
Skylar Cena: Okay, well I need to get this little one something to eat.
Ariana Cena: CHICKIE NUGS!
Skylar Mosier: Again?
Josiah Cena: heh, can’t go wrong with chicken nuggets.
Skylar Cena: Yeah, but...she’s had them like every day this week.
Ariana Cena: Chickie…..Nugs….
Skylar Cena: Alright, alright….but you need to have a salad too.
Ariana Cena: (scoffing) Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.
(Skylar and Ariana walk into catering, as Josiah turns and is met by the approaching Alexis Makarios.)
Alexis Makarios: Hey uh … are you busy? I wanted to talk to you about… something…
(Josiah is a little thrown off, as Alexis doesn’t seem hostile in any fashion. She actually seems a tiny bit… nervous?)
Josiah Cena: I was just about to head towards my office to get some paperwork done. What’s up?
Alexis Makarios: Well… I was just a little… have you heard from Audrey since Dishonored?
(Josiah is taken back by Alexis’s question, as he gives her a raised eyebrow.)
Josiah Cena: Dan and Audrey requested some time off due to personal reasons….mind me asking of your concern?
(She lets out a sigh)
Alexis Makarios: I was just… ya know what this was a stupid idea. Nevermind…
(Cena raises an eyebrow.)
Josiah Cena: O…..k….
Alexis Makarios: Yeah I should have known this was dumb. Just… forget that I even asked, ok?
(Alexis throws her arms up in frustration and walks off. Josiah shakes his head as Skylar pops her head back out into the hallway.)
Skylar Cena: What was that about?
Josiah Cena: I think….Alexis…showed genuine concern for a Russow...
Skylar Cena:…wut?
Josiah Cena: Yyyyyyeeeeeaaahhhh
(The camera cuts, through a small amount of static, to Frontier Town. The camera operator’s walking through, looking around in silence at all the scarers. People in pumpkin suits, skeleton costumes, zombie ensembles, and various types of monster make-up. They occasionally jump out and try to scare him, but he doesn’t even flinch. Though his behaviour’s erratic, looking behind him as if being pursued, but nothing is shown to be there. Soon he starts speeding up. We can hear him breathing heavily as he starts to go faster and faster, soon reaching a full sprint. He stops at a haunted house and heads inside.)
(As the cameraman walks inside, he looks around slowly. There are some stock horror sound effects and music, as well as some props and some more costumed people. There’s a growing sense of dread as the man walks slowly throughout this house. He seems to tiptoe across the creaky boards, moving forward slowly but surely as he looks around at the dimly-lit attraction. Soon, we hear a scream from further in. Not a stock scream, it sounds legitimate, like that of someone being tortured. He suddenly starts moving faster, heading down some stairs, his breath shaky and erratic.The camera begins to shake as well.)
(The dread grows as the cameraman gets downstairs, where the frights would usually continue. It’s much darker now, the only light coming from the upstairs. He turns on the light on his camera, but soon regrets it, as he also sees blood splattered against a wall. It’s completely mismatched with the tone of the scenery around it. Just some skeletons, and a horrified-looking scarer, whose outfit is blood-soaked, as is the wall behind him. He looks at the cameraman and shakes his head. The camera shakes again as the light is turned back off, the scene now in almost complete darkness. Another distant scream is heard as he heads into another part of the lower area, his hands trembling, and opens the door. He walks inside, looking around, awaiting a jumpscare, but nothing comes. He illuminates the room again. It appears to be furnished like a bedroom, but with one notable difference...)
(More blood. Much more. The walls are covered, the scarers are covered, even the spooky bed shoved into one corner is blood-soaked. There’s a knife embedded in a dresser.)
(With a hint of static, the camera suddenly abruptly cuts to one end of a long, dark hallway. It’s almost pitch black, the only thing we’re able to see, the only source of light, is a lightbulb above a shadowy figure in the distance. The cameraman’s shaking more than before, barely able to get a clear image. He dares not turn the camera light on. He slowly approaches, his breathing heavy and trembling. We hear nothing but the sounds of his footsteps and breathing at first, but then we start to hear a faint humming from the thing at the end of the hallway.)
(The large man at the other end, who we soon see is Dionysus, is sitting in a chair, meat cleaver in one hand, honing steel in the other, and he’s sharpening the blade of the well-worn weapon. Slowly, he hums “Drunken Sailor” to himself, sharpening on-beat with the song. The cameraman cautiously approaches. As he gets closer, Dionysus pauses. The man freezes. Dionysus, after a moment, continues sharpening the blade, while the humming resumes as well. The man steps forward more until Dionysus is in clear view, the dim bulb above him flickering a bit as it dangles.)
(The Mad God gets to the end of his song, stopping, his head still looking down, where the blade used to be. The camera shakes, the man’s breathing soft yet frantic. Dionysus slowly, softly speaks, his voice sickeningly psychotic.)
Dionysus: Happy Halloween...
(The cameraman, frozen in place, watches on in horror as Dionysus cackles, his eyes closing. He soon stops, his head suddenly shooting up to look at the man, his face contorted into a horrible scowl. He recoils, taking several steps back.)
Dionysus: RUN!
(The cameraman starts backing up as quickly as he can, but Dionysus is like an animal. He bounds from his chair and runs at the man full-tilt. He reaches the camera and the cameraman screams, his screams echoing throughout the chamber. The screams are cut off as the camera cuts back to JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
(Both men are speechless at what they just watched. After a decent few seconds of scared silence, JR speaks up.)
JR Freeman: ...Well, ladies and gentlemen, we need to take a short break, but…
Alfonso Banks: Are we really just going to ignore that!?
JR Freeman: I am. Anyhow, we’ll be right back… if we come back, it’ll be with Kallie Reznik going against Matthew Paul!
Singles Match
Kallie Reznik vs. Matthew Paul
(It’s clear both of these two competitors have a chip on their shoulder going into this match, and each one feels like they have something to prove; thus, when it starts much slower than the last one, some fans may be surprised. Where the previous match started off at breakneck speed and stayed there for most of its duration, this affair feels a little more low-key and methodical in its early moments. After a few quick kicks to the legs and midsection are exchanged or dodged, the competitors feeling each other out a little bit, Kallie and Paul tie-up in the middle of the ring. It’s Matthew Paul who takes the advantage first, using his size advantage to force Kallie into a vicious-looking Snap Suplex, and the self-professed “King of the Indies” wastes no time following up. He keeps the pressure on with Suplex after Suplex - Belly-to-Belly, German, really showing off his technical acumen. He peppers the moments between them with vicious Knife-Edge Chops, elbow strikes and Lariats, adding some strong-style to the mix, keeping Kallie Reznik loopy and really using his weight advantage to hit her hard and stay dominant in the first half of this match. The fury of Matthew Paul and his drive to prove he’s earned his spot really shine in this display, translating themselves into sheer brutality in the ring, and an unrelenting assault including dirty tricks like eye pokes/gouges and an illegal corner choke held on until the last possible second to keep Kallie from regaining any momentum. This all culminates in a Spinebuster followed by an attempt at an early pinfall…)
1…
2…
(NO! Kallie gets a shoulder up!)
(The midpoint of this match proves a turning point, as Matthew Paul lets his frustration get the better of him and takes his eye off the ball, turning away from Kallie Reznik to unfasten one of the turnbuckle pads and expose the steel ring beneath. The referee chastises Paul for this and the two get into a heated argument, which only gives Kallie more time to recover and she blindsides him with a Running Dropkick from behind! Matthew Paul falls forward and catches his arm between the turnbuckle rods, falling full-force onto it with all of his weight. He falls to the mat cradling his right elbow, and then it’s Kallie’s turn to put on the pressure, riding the good old-fashioned BABYFACE FIYAH to a BEAUTIFUL comeback that includes using her own Judo and submissions expertise to wear down Paul on the mat, hip tossing him as he gets up from the Headscissors and rolling through it into a Kimura Lock on his injured arm. Paul struggles but can’t manage to break the hold, but the wily veteran DOES manage to get to the ropes. It doesn’t help him, though, as all the momentum is in Kallie’s favour now, and she focuses on the weakened arm with her Judo joint manipulation skills, nailing it with a brutal Wrist-Lock which transitions into an Elbow Stomp! She continues to work that arm thereafter, preventing Paul from making a comeback by locking in the Ouroboros, the injury proves just too much to bear, forcing him to tap out and put this one away for the PWS: Apex newcomer!)
WINNER - Kallie Reznik
(The cameras cut to the back where Alexis Makarios was taping up her wrists, getting ready for her match, when she hears someone walk up behind her. Alexis quickly turns around, putting her fist up on the defensive. Her expression then quickly turns to somewhat of a relief when she sees just Heather standing there, casually chewing and popping a bubble gum in her mouth and then smiling cheekily.)
Heather Haze: Heyy boo. Didn’t mean to startle you there.
(Heather looks over Alexis' wrist all taped up and whistles.)
Heather Haze: *whistle* Looks like you’re more than ready to kick some serious canuck ass, girl.
(Alexis chuckles as she looks towards her friend.)
Alexis Makarios: Yeah, that’s the plan. And you… well you look ready to kick some ass too. Glad we got our point across to those in management.
(Heather smiled, nodding her head.)
Heather Haze: Hell yeah we did! We don't deserve to take a back seat like that let alone be shunned and disrespected that way. We are better than all that. Anywho, tonight we show em why we are the cornerstone of APEX PWS. Not like they don't already know it.
(Heather cooed, flipping playfully at the tuft of her brown hair she had tied in a ponytail.)
Heather Haze: By the way I saw you with Cena earlier at the cafeteria, which I can only assume that you gave him an earful. Kinda Wish I was a fly on the wall to see the whole thing play out.
(Alexis hesitated)
Alexis Makarios: Uh… yeah… about that. I was checking in on something with him.
(Heather cocked her head sideways, staring at Alexis rather suspiciously for a moment. She then shakes her head and chuckles.)
Heather Haze: Oh, I totally get it. It's top secret. Listen Lexy you don't have to be sooo discreet around me. We're buddies. Besties. Nothing should be kept away between us Heck, I also know that you and Audrey have been kinda hanging out and doing some bonding lately. Which I totally get because you and her go waaaay back to your PWS days.
(Heather laughs before her face morphs into a more serious demeanor.)
Heather Haze: But lemme remind you that bitch and her husband stole our tag team belts. You remember right what they did to you...did to us... inside of that steel cage? You remember how they made fun of you and prodded you while you had your mental breakdown? And now you guys are buddies? Are we supposed to pretend Like everything's water under the bridge??
Alexis Makarios: Believe me… I haven’t forgotten… but she seemed… I dunno it was weird. Like she wanted to tell me something but was afraid to? If that makes sense. I just have this gut feeling and I just can’t shake it. Like I’m still skeptical myself but… I dunno I just can’t explain it.
(Heather rolled her eyes and then sighed)
Heather Haze: All I'm saying is that she's not someone to be trusted. If I was you I'd be extra careful and cautious to not let my guard down. god knows what's cooking inside that evil mind of hers.
(Heather lays a hand on Alexis' shoulder, looking at her somewhat with concern.)
Heather Haze: I'm Just sorta..kinda worried that she shouldn't take advantage of you. Not after everything you have been through. I am only telling you this as a friend and because I genuinely care.
Alexis Makarios: I appreciate the concern. I share the same thoughts. What if she is a pawn of the Russows just to mess with me again? Even if she is not aware of it. But, my therapist said I need to give her a chance. Some psycho babble shit about giving people second chances or something.
(Alexis looked to Heather with a bit of a smirk)
Alexis Makarios: Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Both eyes open, ya know? And no one can replace my Hazey-poo
(Heather ponders over what Lexy said, then forces up a smile.)
Heather Haze: Alright. But don’t think for a second that I trust her or any Russow’s for that matter. She hurts you in any way, she's getting a bowling ball dropped over her head. I got your back.
(Alexis smiled)
Alexis Makarios: Same here… Always. Now, time to kick some butt.
(Alexis jokingly elbows Heather before heading to the gorilla position for her match as Heather stood there and watches her go with a little hint of uncertainty on her face. She then shrugs it off and smiles before yelling out "Kick his Ass" as the camera cuts to ringside.)
Singles Match
Alexis Makarios vs. Devon Ryder
(The match starts off with Ryder taking Alexis down to the mat with a Lou Thez Press, and begins to deliver left and rights to her. She puts her arms up in defense, blocking some of the blows. She reaches out and grabs his head, and thrusts her head forward, headbutting him square in the forehead. The impact was enough to knock him off of her, and she gets to her feet. She begins to deliver kicks to his chest, which he takes with a yell on each one. The two proceed back and forth for the next 10 minutes or so. After that time, both are showing wear and tear and signs of exhaustion.)
JR Freeman: This has been a high paced match! Both have taken a ton of punishment.
Alfonso Banks: And who knows what will happen next!
(Alexis takes Ryder down with an enziguri, and goes to the top rope. She jumps off, attempting a Down Unda Thunda, but Ryder catches her mid air!!!)
Alfonso Banks: OH NO! ALEXIS IS SCREWED!!!
(He hoists her up onto his shoulders and delivers a “Strong and Free”. Alexis bounces off the mat and Ryder goes for the pin!!!)
1...2...3!!!!
(Ryder hops to his feet and celebrates as his music plays and the show cuts to the commercials.)
WINNER - DEVON RYDER
(The show comes back from commercial with Alexis standing in the ring with a mic in hand.)
Alexis Makarios: Ok… so, yeah I may have just lost yet another match… but that’s not what matters here tonight. I’m standing here because yes, I am still mad that I was left off Dishonored. And the way things are looking… Crusade is going to be a repeat. And I’ll be damned! I’ll be DAMNED if I let that happen! To me or to Gracie! Around here you gotta make your own opportunities. And that’s what I’m doing. I’m making an opportunity for both of us. Gracie Lopez… why not come on out here and stand toe to toe with me… now and then again at Crusade. What do ya say?
(She waited in the ring for a minute… nothing.)
Alexis Makarios: Gracie… I know you have been avoiding me for some reason. I don’t know what is going on… but I am going to find out…
(She dropped the mic and walked backstage)
(The camera cuts to the back where Violet Amelia Holt is just walking out of her dressing room. Surprisingly, she looks to be by herself as Claire Andersen walks up to her.)
Claire: Violet, do you have a couple of minutes?
Violet: For what?
Claire: I figured you wanted to talk about your match tonight.
(Violet stops in her tracks and glares at Claire)
Violet: Look, I have a skull to bash in so I don't have time to jack my jaws. I bet Miss Shit for brains would love to talk since that's all she fucking does. Maybe you can help her find whoever she was talking about in the garbage she spewed out of her mouth.
Claire: Where is your father and sister?
(Violet gets right up into Claire's face.)
Violet: That is none of your fucking business. Now why don't you run along and find someone else to annoy before I slam your face into that wall over there.
(Claire is visibly shaking as Violet snarls before walking out of sight.)
Singles Match
Heather Haze vs. Shawn Young
(The match starts off with the referee checking both for weapons before calling for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(Haze wastes no time going right for Young. She stomps on his foot and then elbows him in the gut. While he is doubled over she drops an elbow on the back of his head and goes for a roll up pin!)
1… KICKOUT
(The two battle back and forth for several minutes, sharing control with neither person dominating for more than a minute or so. At about the 5 minute mark, both are showing signs of fatigue. Young grabs Haze in the “Wonder Lock” and twists her ankle as hard as he can. She screams out in pain as she reaches for the ropes, but she is mere inches from grabbing them. She raises her hand like she is about to tap out, the referee keeps asking if she would like to submit. She screams “NO!!!!!” and continues to pull herself towards the ropes. She makes one final lunge and gets the ropes! The referee tells Young to break the hold. He keeps it on as long as possible!)
1...2...3...4…
(Right before the 5 count he drops the hold and backs up. Haze sits up and grabs her ankle, practically in tears. The referee checks on her and asks if she can compete. She pushes the referee out of her way and gets to her feet, hobbling. Young takes a few steps towards her, asking if she is ok. She smirks as she hits him with a “JAILBAIT” out of no where!!! She drops for the pin, grabbing the tights!)
1...2...3!
WINNER - HEATHER HAZE
(Ella Singleton and Jasmine Philips are caught on camera walking through Cedar Point. They don't seem to be paying any attention to their surroundings until they catch some person wearing dirty overalls holding a mop in his hands.)
Ella: Look what we got her Jas, I think we have a fucking janitor trying to clean this rat infested hell hole.
Jasmine: Wouldn't it just suck if we kicked that mop out of his hand?
(Ella chuckles as they walk up to the poor janitor. Jasmine taps him on the shoulder as Ella gives him a seductive wave.)
Janitor: Can I help you ladies?
Jasmine: I don't know. It looks like you need help with cleaning this mess up.
Janitor: What mess?
(Jasmine uses her head to point towards Ella who is standing next to a trash can. She kicks it over as all kinds of trash falls out onto the ground. The janitor looks a little defeated as Jasmine kicks his mop out of his hand.)
Jasmine: You really should keep a better grip on that if you want to clean.
Ella: I really hope your supervisor doesn't catch you napping on the job.
Janitor: Napping? Why would I be napping?
(Jasmine smirks as she shoves the Janitor head first into the wooden pillar in front of them. Ella walks over as the janitor is lying on his back. She shakes her head while fist bumping with Jasmine.)
Ella: What a fucking loser? Come on Jas, let's go find Carter and get the fuck out of this dumpster fire.
Jasmine: Right behind ya.
(The two women both take a minute to spit on the fallen janitor before vacating the area. The cameras show another woman wearing a "Smooth as Ivory" shirt pops in and helps the janitor up to his feet. As he turns around, she has disappeared like a ghost as the cameras fade.)
(The cameras catch up backstage to show Josiah Cena standing in the hallway. He was looking back and forth as if waiting for some one. Around the corner storms and irritated Alexis Makarios.)
Josiah Cena: Hey Alexis, you got a moment?
(She lets out a sigh)
Alexis Makarios: Uh… I guess.
Josiah Cena: It’s actually rather important.
(He walks up next to her and whispers something in her ear that the cameras don’t pick up on. Her expression changes instantly from irritation to shock. She lets out an audible gasp, dropping her gym bag to the floor and covering her mouth.)
Alexis Makarios: Is this a sick prank?
Josiah Cena: No, I’m sorry.
(He leans in and whispers something else, also not caught by the cameras. Her eyes well up with tears and she gives him a hug.)
Alexis Makarios: Thank you!
(She releases the embrace that caught Cena completely off guard. She grabs her bag and rushes off quickly. The cameras zoom out to show Laura Phoenix standing off to the side, her arms crossed)
Laura Phoenix: What… the hell… was that?
(Cena jumps a bit, startled by Laura.)
Josiah Cena: What?
(Laura raised an eyebrow at him.)
Laura Phoenix: Alexis Makarios… just hugged you…
Josiah Cena: I dunno… she’s emotional?
(He shrugs and then walks off, the cameras focus in on Laura’s face looking confused before cutting to ringside)
Main Event
PWS: APEX CD Championship #1 Contender’s Match
Hardcore Match
Miss Puppies vs. Violet Amelia Holt
(The lights softly die down as a countdown clock appears on the screen. Once the clock hits zero, “New Design” strikes up as a familiar young woman with blonde hair steps through the curtains. The crowd is mixed with their reactions.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a hardcore match, and it is a #1 contender’s match for the Collateral Damage championship! Making her way to the ring, from Orlando, Florida.
Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing 128 pounds, she is Five Feet of Crazy… Violet Amelia Holt!
(Violet somberly walks down the ramp. She then slides into the ring and throws up a hand gesture which gets people going crazy. She walks to a corner and awaits Miss Puppies.)
JR Freeman: This match is going to be intense!
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely, both of these women want this a little bit more than the other!
JR Freeman: That’s… that’s not how that works.
(“Crazy Bitch” starts playing, and Miss Puppies walks out. She throws an arm in the air, pumping her fist as she walks to the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: And from the nearest bar, weighing 145 pounds, Miss Puppies!
JR Freeman: Oh, watch out, Miss Puppies is coming down the aisle! This woman’s unpredictable, nobody’s safe!
Alfonso Banks: She’s probably more violent than Violet is!
JR Freeman: Well, I don’t know about that!
(Stepping to the ring apron, Puppies goes under the ring and grabs a chair, then gets into the ring between the ropes. The bell rings and the action begins with Puppies hitting Violet with the chair she had brought into the ring. She smiles as she keeps hitting her, then throws it away as she picks Violet up, tossing her into the ropes, which Violet goes over, to the outside.)
JR Freeman: To the outside!
Alfonso Banks: Thanks, JR, we all have eyes!
JR Freeman: What about somebody with an impairment?
Alfonso Banks: You’re right, what about someone without eyes? Watching wrestling!?
JR Freeman: Well, no need to be a dick about it.
(Puppies has followed Violet to the outside, has sat her against the steel ring steps, and starts kicking her repeatedly in the stomach. Picking her up, she goes for a powerslam but Violet slides down her back, elbowing her in the back of the head, before turning her around and hitting a Kiss of Death, knocking Puppies onto the same ring steps that she was just sat against. Rearing up, she gets ready to hit a Crazy Shot, but Puppies gets out of the way, causing Violet to whack her fist on the ring steps!)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, god!
JR Freeman: Did you just visibly cringe?
Alfonso Banks: It looked painful, okay!?
(Violet gets up, slowly, and Puppies grabs her again, tossing her over the barricade and into the crowd. Getting to an area beside the crowd, the two fight, Violet getting the upper hand as she ends up tossing Puppies over the barricade again, this time towards the rest of the park. Stopping at the roller coaster “Gemini”, Violet briefly stops her assault in order to rear back for a Parkway Collision, but she’s stopped when Puppies gives her a big boot to the face!)
JR Freeman: That’s one of Cedar Point’s attractions, Gemini!
Alfonso Banks: Looks like fun! Twin roller coasters, one red, one blue!
JR Freeman: Indeed, but I don’t think these ladies have fun on the mind right now!
(Puppies grabs Violet and heads to the front of the ride, walking over and tossing her into one of the cars. She starts punching her and gets into the other one inadvertently. Violet comes to, and soon the coaster starts moving. They get a few punches off on each other, the referee in the back of Violet’s blue coaster, though soon the two coasters separate, going on separate tracks, leaving both women to await the time when they come near again.)
(That time soon comes, and both competitors start attacking each other, Puppies even giving Violet a headbutt. She grabs Violet, pulling her out of one car and into hers, and, just as one is below the other, delivering a Cherrybomb into the lower coaster!)
JR Freeman: My GOD!
Alfonso Banks: Cherrybomb! This one’s over!
JR Freeman: If she can get over to her!
(The coasters separate again, and soon they come back to the station. Puppies covers Violet!)
1!
2!
…
(No, Violet kicks out! She looks angrily into the camera as she points into it, mouthing the words “I almost fucking had it!” before picking Violet up again and dragging her, by the hair, through the park. Someone runs up to them, in a pumpkin mask and an orange bodysuit, screaming “HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” and then cackling. Puppies looks at him, confused, and Violet, now starting to get up from her grasp, looks over at him too. Puppies blows him off and hits Violet in the gut, but Violet returns in kind. The two exchange blows for a bit, before coming across “French Quarter Confections”.)
Alfonso Banks: Here come the pastries!
JR Freeman: Y’know what the worst part of that sentence is? It’s not even in the top 10 list of the weirdest things you’ve said on commentary.
(Violet throws Puppies into the door, soon opening it as the bigger woman falls inside. She gets in and manages to stand, only to be met with a kick from Violet, who grabs Puppies and is about to shove her face into a delicious-looking black forest cake, but Puppies grabs her and shoves Violet’s face into the cake instead!)
Alfonso Banks: FOOD FIGHT!
JR Freeman: This could actually be an effective strategy. Blind your opponent with cake!
Alfonso Banks: I mean, of all the ways to be blinded, that’d certainly be MY favourite!
(She smears the cake around with Violet’s face, but a few elbows to the back of the head and “Five Feet of Crazy” is back on top, grabbing the first thing she can find, a box of donuts, and throwing it in Puppies’ general direction, the donuts plopping to the ground below, leaving Puppies with the box over her head. She grabs it and throws it angrily to the ground, grabbing Violet and throwing her towards the door. Violet stumbles out and Puppies follows, delivering some stiff punches to her head and upper body.)
JR Freeman: Some stiff strikes! This is getting seriously violent!
(Soon they make their way across the way to an ATM.)
Alfonso Banks: Both competitors making their way over to an ATM machine.
JR Freeman: Actually, it’s just ATM. ‘ATM Machine’ is redundant.
Alfonso Banks: YOU’RE redundant!
JR Freeman: ...What?
(Puppies is still in control, and kicks Violet into the ATM, then sits her down on it, running a short distance away, then running over and hitting a stinkface into the machine! She smirks and looks at the poor, tired referee, who’s been following them since the beginning, and points at him, saying “get ready to count”. She stands up, Violet now bloody from having been run into the ATM. Puppies takes a moment to gloat to the camera, which gives Violet enough time to start propping herself up with the help of the ATM.)
JR Freeman: Oh, what is she planning?
Alfonso Banks: Nothing good!
(As Puppies comes back towards Violet, the smaller girl kicks her in each knee, one right after the other, multiple times in quick succession. Finally Puppies is down on her knees, and Violet stands up, locking in a dragon sleeper. Puppies reaches for the ATM. Soon, however, the referee raises her hand once… it falls back down. Twice… it falls back down. Three times… it falls back d-NO! She powers out of it, hitting Violet in the head and managing to stand!)
JR Freeman: Wow, that almost had her!
Alfonso Banks: Almost counts for nothing in this industry, JR. It’s cannibalistic. It eats you alive with fava beans and a nice chianti!
(He makes the “Hannibal Lecter” noise. You know the one I mean.)
JR Freeman: ...Right.
(Puppies hits a back suplex onto the concrete, picking Violet up soon after, getting a kick to the gut for her troubles. She’s whipped into the ATM, bloodying her in the same way it did for Violet, and Violet gets up on top of the ATM!)
Alfonso Banks: W...what!?
JR Freeman: Oh no, what is she doing!?
(Violet soon jumps off the ATM, hitting an Air Violet!)
JR Freeman: Air Violet! Air Violet!
(She pins Puppies. The ref counts!)
1!
2!
3!
(The bell rings. Violet pants as her arm is held high.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Violet Amelia Holt!
JR Freeman: Holt wins! Violet will be fighting Jonathan Sanders for the Collateral Damage championship!
Alfonso Banks: Again? How many times does she need to be destroyed by that man before she
learns her lesson?
JR Freeman: That lesson being…?
Alfonso Banks: She’s not ready for the big leagues!
JR Freeman: We’ll see about that, Alf!
WINNER - Violet Amelia Holt
