Post by Josiah Cena on Nov 5, 2021 2:15:06 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Presents: Tuesday Night Riot
LIVE Tuesday, November 2nd
Gainbridge Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana
(The show comes on the air, as Aaliyah Landerson and Richarc Rider are already in the ring.)
JR Freeman: Welcome to Riot, folks! We’re already getting ready to start our opening match, as Aaliyah Landerson makes her debut against Richard Rider!
Singles Match
Aaliyah Landerson vs. Richard Rider
(The match starts with Rider talking a lot of trash at Aaliyah, which she simply shrugs off. He even tries to downplay her, acting like the mach is beneath him….that was until Aaliyah nails him in the head with a kick, and gets the shock quick victory.)
JR Freeman:...well that was quick.
Alfonso Banks: Well...it IS Rider..
JR Freeman: I mean...you’re not wrong.
WINNER -AALIYAH LANDERSON
(The camera opens backstage to Heather sitting all alone at the dreaded catering. She has her 'ALICE' costume on; looking all decked out in a tiny blue frock knitted with a white apron in front and white pair of stockings and matching white mary janes, as she looks to be lost deep in her own thoughts while taking a small, slow bite out of a carrot resting in her hand.)
(Just then Daniel Clarke swings by as he flops down across her, shooting her a smug smile.)
Daniel Clarke: "Why Alice, What a small world this is?”
Heather Haze: “Huh?”
Daniel Clarke: “Would you like me to elucidate?”
(Heather inspected him further with a judgemental gaze.)
Heather: “Do you have Tourettes? Were you dropped? What exactly is it that's wrong with you?”
Daniel Clarke: “I take it you haven’t read Lewis Carroll? (Looking at her costume) You know... the main character of the book that you’re dressed up as, which technically is a little past halloween?"
(Heather glares at him for a moment, and then shrugs.)
Heather Haze: "What's it to you? And besides we're always on a tape delay. So technically it's still Halloween..."
(Daniel opens his mouth to protest, but refrains from saying anything to avoid further upsetting her as he gives off a slight nod while shifting his weight in his seat and clasping his hands together.)
Daniel Clarke: "O...K.. fair enough. But I couldn’t help but notice you sitting in this exact spot for over an hour. Is there something that’s bothering you?”
Heather Haze: “Wow, creepy stalker much?”
Daniel Clarke: “I know what it is...and It’s okay to talk things out. You know you can tell me anything. I'm all ears..."
(Daniel lays his hand gently on hers. Heather flat out glares at him as he gulps and quickly removes it.)
Daniel Clarke: “I should...probably go.”
(As Daniel gets up to leave, Heather tugs onto his arm tightly, dragging him close to sit next to her as she begins to vent out her feelings to him.)
Heather Haze: (sigh) "I don't get it, Daniel. I JUST can't wrap my head around it. I mean, like, what's the point of Lexy even teaming up with that Russow wench tonight? Everything that happened with Lexy and me, and everything that we had to endure at the hands of those sniveling Russow's for months...and now I’m supposed to act like everything’s cool and peachy? Besides, doesn't Audrey have her hubby and her own team to worry about than to sink her claws in between me and Lexy’s business??"
(Heather frowns before snapping the carrot in between her teeth and chewing aggressively.)
Daniel Clarke: (shrug) “Sounds to me you’re really upset about this.”
Heather Haze: “Of course I am upset. Why wouldn’t I NOT be upset?? It’s not like management had any grand plans to use me tonight when I could very well be competing...but instead I am sitting here at catering doing dick all except stuffing my mouth with a damn carrot and over analyzing the fact that my tag team partner isn’t being completely honest with me.”
Daniel Clarke: “I don't necessarily think Alexis or even Audrey had the slightest clue of the match. They were just thrown in without really any explanation from management.”
Heather Haze: "But that's EXACTLY what’s pissing me off! Why can’t they get it through their thick heads that Lexy and I ARE A TEAM? What part of it do they not get?? We are the Vixxxens. We should be the ones teaming up, and chasing after tag team gold and giving Dickie and Aiden a run for their money. Last time I checked we NEVER officially were granted our deserved rematch."
Daniel Clarke: "Well, yeah, because Alexis had that severe mental meltdown of sorts, which made her too much of a liability to compete. I know the timing was really bad, but she was in a awful place and needed help."
(Heather rolls her eyes.)
Heather Haze: "Which I totally get and all. I respected her privacy and gave her plenty of time to regroup and to get her head back in the game. But Now that she's all better we should pick up right where we left off. The only reason I am here tonight and not watching the entire show in my crummy hotel room is because I don't trust Audrey Russow. Never have, never will. And I'm sticking by my gut-feeling that she's up to no good."
Daniel Clarke: "But Audrey and Alexis were friends, going all the way back to their PWSi days. Pretty sure they still are. Maybe you should give Audrey the benefit of the doubt. "
(Heather scowls, as she narrows her eyes and points the carrot at him in an accusing way.)
Heather Haze: "I see what you’re trying to do here, you spineless nitwit. I know you ALL are on it. This is all just some kinda of a sick twisted game to see Lexy and me implode...but that’s not going to happen? And you know WHY that is? Because I promised I'd have Lexy's back. And that's EXACTLY what I'm gonna do...because that's what tag teams and besties do."
(Heather then rises to her feet, chucking her half-eaten carrot which hits Daniel square in his chest. She then storms off in a huff as Daniel looks on, almost caught by surprise by her outburst, while not shying away from having a sneak peek of the view of her backside as he slowly nibbles on the leftover carrot before the camera feed cuts to ringside.)
Singles Match
United Championship #1 Contendership Match
Tyson Sykes vs. Devon Ryder
(The match begins with a quick lock-up followed by a double underhook suplex from Sykes. Neither man wants to give up, however, and soon Ryder ends up taking control of the match, locking in an ankle lock which is soon broken by a rope break, but leaves an impact on Sykes’ leg.)
JR Freeman: Oh no, Sykes is going to be favouring that leg all match!
Alfonso Banks: Well, maybe not ALL match, but certainly for a bit.
(Picking Sykes up, Ryder slams him to the mat with a suplex of his own, this one vertical. Sykes fights from the mat, attacking him with stiff strikes until he’s able to make his way to his feet, sending Ryder to the ropes. He waits for Devon to step away, then runs from the other ropes and hits the Ripper Lariat! He smirks and grabs Ryder, getting him in position for a Time of Death, but Ryder slips out of it and rolls out of the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Ryder getting the hell out of dodge!
JR Freeman: Well, against The Ripper, can you blame him?
Alfonso Banks: No, I suppose I can’t!
(The match continues on the outside for a moment, before the ref’s count gets to 9, with both men sliding into the ring at the same time. After some more back-and-forth, Ryder is able to hit Aurora Borealis!)
Alfonso Banks: A...AURORA BOREALIS!? AT THIS TIME OF YEAR? AT THIS TIME OF DAY? IN THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY? LOCALIZED ENTIRELY WITHIN THIS WRESTLING RING!?
JR Freeman: Yes!
Alfonso Banks: ...Think we’ll see it again?
JR Freeman: ...No.
(He grabs Sykes’ leg to go for The True North, but Sykes kicks him in the balls and makes his way to the turnbuckle. He pulls himself up, hitting a running knee strike on Ryder, then picks him up to go for another move, but Ryder grabs him and instead hits the Snap Freeze, pinning him.)
1!
2!
(No, Sykes kicks out! After picking up his fallen foe, Ryder leaves him be to recover.)
Devon Ryder: Gotta be fair!
Alfonso Banks: He absolutely does NOT have to be fair.
JR Freeman: Still an honourable thing he’s doing.
(Sykes, after he’s recovered, has enough energy to immediately start swinging again. He even lands a roundhouse kick, going for the pin himself!)
1!
2!
(No, Ryder grabs the middle rope. Sykes, livid, grabs Ryder and drags him more towards the center of the ring. Standing up, he delivers some nasty-looking stomps to Ryder’s gut, before climbing the turnbuckle, looking for a Heatseeker. As he jumps, however, Ryder moves, causing Sykes to crash and burn, clutching his knee in pain.)
JR Freeman: That’s the same knee from before!
Alfonso Banks: I’m not sure if Ryder is TRYING to break Tyson Sykes’ leg, but he’s doing a damn good job of it!
(While Sykes writhes, the Canadian Hero, to a chorus of… not exclusively cheers, but far more cheers than the ANTITHESIS member is receiving, picks up Sykes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Sykes elbows him in the head repeatedly and spins around, kicking Ryder’s leg out from under him, followed by the other leg. He grabs him and tosses the northern patriot over the top rope, before rearing back, and running at the ropes, diving over to the outside, knocking Ryder down onto the floor below!)
JR Freeman: Oh dios mio, what an impressive Taupe Suicida!
Alfonso Banks: Anything to shut that Canadian menace up!
JR Freeman: When did you become anti-Canadian?
Alfonso Banks: The minute that guy showed up on the main roster!
(Sykes rolls Rider into the ring at 8, stepping in himself, before being dropkicked to the mat by the smaller man. Ryder grabs Sykes and picks him up, getting him in position for the Strong and Free, but Sykes elbows The Canadian Hero in the face repeatedly until Ryder has no choice but to put him back down. Sykes kicks Ryder in the head, getting angrier now, and stomps on 183 centimeters of fury while he’s down.)
JR Freeman: I don’t think Sykes is too pleased that he can’t keep his opponent down!
(Sure enough, Sykes soon grabs Ryder, finally planting him with the Time of Death, going for the pin!)
1!
2!
…
(No, Ryder powers out at 2.9!)
Alfonso Banks: So close!
JR Freeman: You can say that again!
Alfonso Banks: So close!
JR Freeman: Really?
Alfonso Banks: Let me have this, JR, this is all I have.
(As Sykes tries to process what just happened, Alexander Lyons suddenly runs down to ringside, distracting the referee. Sykes smiles a sadistic smile, not unlike that of his pale teammate, and slides out of the ring, grabbing a chair from underneath. By the time he gets into the ring to hit Ryder, however, the referee has turned back around and, while Lyons heads to the back, the referee grabs the chair from Sykes to put it back outside the ring. As he does this, Devon Ryder lifts Sykes from behind, finally hitting the Strong and Free! He goes for the cover, and the referee runs to count it!)
1!
2!
3!
(The bell rings and Devon Ryder’s hand is raised.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Devon Ryder!
Alfonso Banks: Oh, come on, he cheated!
JR Freeman: In what way is that cheating?
Alfonso Banks: ...I’ll get back to you on that.
JR Freeman: Well, regardless, that was a close, intense contest, but it seems Devon Ryder will be fighting Cleo Phillips at Destiny!
Alfonso Banks: Ryder had better count himself lucky that he didn’t get hit with that chair, he wouldn’t have been able to retaliate. His shitty display of “morals” wouldn’t let him!
JR Freeman: What is it with you and this guy? Did he run over your dog or something?
Alfonso Banks: Well, no… but… it’s only a matter of time until he does!
JR Freeman: ...What?
WINNER- DEVON RYDER
(After the match, Ryder holds a hand out to Tyson Sykes, hoping to help him up, but Sykes bats his hand away. Ryder backs up, waiting, as Sykes slowly but surely is able to stand up on his own. Ryder walks up to him, now extending a hand, hoping for a handshake, mouthing the words “Good match”, but Sykes flips him off with both hands before walking to the ropes and getting out of the ring.)
(The show comes back to ringside, where we see the team of Fish N’ Chips, The Squid-Man and Spudz Guzman Jr in the ring already, as they are waiting for their opponents. “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, and the fans erupt with cheers, as a bright spotlight shines on the stage, as Audrey Russow steps into it. She’s wearing her hooded Russow vest, but not the skull facemask, as she makes her way down the ramp, high fiving fans along the way.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents, introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Audrey Russow!
*The fans continue to cheer, as Audrey makes her way to the ring, sliding in and going over to the corner to climb up the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. The cheers turn to more of a mixed reaction as her music fades, and “Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm starts to play over the sound system, and Alexis Makarios walks out onto the stage, joined by Heather Haze.)
Meg Reynolds: And her tag team partner, being accompanied to the ring by Heather Haze, Alexis Makarios!
(Alexis and Heather make their way down the ramp, as Alexis manages to smile at some of the fans who are cheering her, trying to disregard the ones who aren’t. She gets into the ring and gets a high five from Audrey, which gets a scowl from Heather on the outside. Suddenly, the feed on the big screen cuts, and the feed cuts to Gracie Lopez standing on a back porch, and she’s facing the ocean. She turns around to face the camera.)
Gracie Lopez: Lexi…. You spoke about opportunities and how we have to make our own, and I agree 100 percent. I wish I was there to say this to your face, but I accept that match. However, I want to see you in that ring when I make my return….
(Gracie lets out a sigh.)
Gracie Lopez: I have some stuff to get off my chest once I do come back and I want you to be there when I say everything as to why I’ve been gone because you know and a few selected management knows I feel like it's time for everyone else to know... and no I’m not hiding from anybody and no I didn’t run away from my loss from the world title…. I’ll explain things then, but for now… I want you to get ready for OUR match, and OUR opportunity to blow the roof off the building. Again, I wish I could be there but....I'll see everyone soon.
(The feed cuts out, as we go back to ringside. Audrey and Alexis are in the ring, as Alexis looks a bit confused, but not letting it distract her. She shakes her head to refocus, as she fist bumps Audrey, before getting out on the apron, as the match starts.)
Tag Team Match
Audrey Russow &Alexis Makarios vs. The Squid-Man & Spudz Guzman Jr.
(Audrey starts out the match with Squid-Man, as the two trade moves back and forth, before Audrey goes to work on him in the corner, as her and Alexis tag each other in and out, and show some good teamwork. After a few moments, Alexis takes over, as she starts in on Squid-Man, really taking it to him. After some back and forth, Squid manages to tag in Guzman. Guzman does good for a bit, but the experience of Alexis and Audrey start to really show, even if they aren’t used to teaming together.)
JR Freeman: Some good teamwork here from Alexis and Audrey. Good to see they can co-exist.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe, but if looks could kill, Audrey would be pushing up daisies from Heather Haze here at ringside.
(Haze continues to shoot daggers at Audrey, as Alexis even catches her a few times. Alexis and Audrey continue to work well together despite it, and the finish of the match comes when Audrey nails the Halestorm, followed right by Alexis landing the Down Unda hunda on Squid-Man for the pinfall.)
1…
2…
3!!!
(Audrey and Alexis get up,, as Haze slides into the ring to basically barge in front of Audrey to raise Alexis’ hand. We can see Alexis mouth the words “I’m sorry” to Audrey, as Haze raises her hand, and Audrey stands in the corner celebrating.)
WINNERS - AUDREY RUSSOW AND ALEXIS MAKARIOS
(The cameras cut to ringside, when “Critical Acclaim” starts to blare over the sound system. The fans cheer, as Nick Madison makes his way out onto the stage.)
Meg Reynoolds: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time, PWS Hall of Famer, Nick Madison!
(The fans continue to cheer, as Madison makes his way to the ring, taking a few moments to let the cheers sink in, before grabbing a microphone and going to the center of the ring.)
Nick Madison: I don’t want to waste a lot of your time here tonight, but there is something I needed to get off my chest. When I decided to come back last year at Crusade, I knew there were a few things I wanted to do with my last run in the ring. One of those things was to have a tag match with my daughter. I was able to do that. I was also able to have a match with one of my long-time...well, I guess you could say friends turned enemies turned grumpy old men, in Eddie Lopez. Hell, I even got to face my son-in-law one more time. After all that, though, there’s still one more thing...one last thing I need to do, before I call it quits.
(Nick takes a second before he continues.)
Nick Madison: So, that brings me to why I’m out here. I’d like for my daughter, Bella Madison, to come out here with me.
(The chorus to Bella’s theme from New Years Day “Shut Up” blares through the sound system as Bella comes strolling out with a look of confusion on her face but the fans are still happy to see her. She slaps the hands of the fans on her way down to the ring before sliding in and posing like she usually does. Bella grabs a microphone before taking center stage along with her dad.)
Bella Madison: Well...here I am!
Nick Madison: Thanks for coming out, I know you’ve got a lot going on right now.
Bella Madison: Is there a reason that you didn’t just...you know...pull me aside backstage?
Nick Madison: Where’s the fun in that? And miss being out here in front of the wonderful people of Indianapolis?
(The fans cheer for the cheap pop.)
Bella Madison: Cheap.
Nick Madison: Sue me. But, in all seriousness. I called you out here because there’s one more thing I want to do before I retire….I said that at this year’s Crusade, I’d be having my last wrestling match. I want that match...to be against you.
(Bella steps back for a moment and her blue eyes go wide.)
Bella Madison: Hold up. Wait...what? I mean, I know you had already said that Crusade was it but....me? Why?
Nick Madison: Why not? Who better for me to face in my last match than the second generation? Personally, I think it’d come full circle if the person that I face in my last match was the first person I trained to be in this business.
Bella Madison: Yeah but...wouldn’t you rather face someone worthy like...Sierra? Or Miles? You’re a Hall of Famer, I’ve barely scratched the surface getting started.
Nick Madison: You really think you’re not worthy? Bella, I don’t think there’s anymore whose MORE worthy than you. Besides, you’re the one I want to face. You’re the last person I want to face, and I would be honored to say that you were my last opponent.
Bella Madison: And I would be honored to be that.
(Bella looks around and the fans are cheering loudly at the prospect of this match. She looks at Nick and brings the microphone up.)
Bella Madison: You’re on.
(Nick smiles, as he extends his hand for a handshake, and Bella accepts it, as we cut away.)
Singles Match
Non-Title
Jonathan Sanders (Collateral Damage Champion) vs. Kallie Reznik
(The match starts off with Sanders measuring up Kallie, who seemed excited to be in the same ring as a champion.)
JR Freeman: This match could be make or break for new comer Kallie Reznik.
Alfonso Banks: She’s only on her second match here in PWS:APEX, and she is already being tested against a champion.
JR Freeman: A win tonight could be HUGE for her young career!
(The match begins)
DING DING DING
(Sanders and Kallie circle each other in the ring before locking up. Sanders uses his experience to reverse it and get her in a head lock. She struggles to escape, but he holds on tightly. After about 20 seconds she manages to wiggle herself free and push Sanders from behind. He rebounds off the ropes and is caught by a clothesline from Kallie and a quick pin!)
1! KICKOUT!
(Sanders kicked out at a 1 count. The match continues back and forth for the next 5 minutes. Both competitors are showing signs of wear and tear, and exhaustion.)
JR Freeman: This match has been wild! Kallie is really bringing her best against the champ!
Alfonso Banks: And nothing he does can seem to keep her down long enough for the win.
(Sanders takes Kallie to the mat with a german suplex. He sees that she is barely moving and quickly jumps to the top rope and goes for the corkscrew moonsault… but as he is midair she rolls out of the way and BAM he smashes into the mat! She wastes no time jumping to the top rope herself and jumping off with a THREADS OF THE MOIRAI… landing perfectly. She bounces over and covers, hooking the leg)
1...2...3?!?! YES! 3!!!
(The crowd erupts as Kallie hops to her feet in celebration. Sanders rolls out of the ring and slumps to the ground outside the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: HOLY SHIT! KALLIE WINS!!!
JR Freeman: What an upset!
WINNER - KALLIE REZNIK
(The Following was recorded on an earlier date.)
“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
(We hear the cackling of Angel echoing throughout the creepy, empty arena. A few fans are trying to stay behind as they see a bunch of wrestlers taking a position...there’s really no need for entran-)
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!
(Errr...okay...I guess we are. The cameras are still rolling after all as Jack Russow bounces out onto the ramp as “All I Want” by A Day to Remember blares until it’s cut off…)
“ALL OUR GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!!!
(A circle of fire forms on the stage as Mack rises up from the depths cracking his knuckles and his neck as the flames die...he looks at Jack and they pound fists as they make their way towards the ring, Mack twirling Cutrina. It’s not long before they hear Angel cackling again. Until a heavy drum hits and swirling violins and electric charges start sounding throughout the arena along with swirling dry ice as “Miseria Cantare” by AFI hits the pa system and all of a sudden...we hear a DIFFERENT cackle. From the top of the Jumbotron we see Reverend Synister with Angel’s chin in his fingers as they laugh in each others faces. They turn to the friends)
Reverend Synister: Ohhhhh...my children...did you think I wouldn’t LEARN?
Jack Russow: Well...I mean…
Mack McKane: Given who and what you ARE…
Jack Russow: Hmmm...nnnnope. Parameciums can’t learn anything past “swim” so...try again you bloated sack of droopy meat.
Reverend Synister; OHHHH But your words! They hurt! I just wanna be FRIENDS man!
Mack McKane: Right. Fuck ya yammerin’. Either bring your arse to the pitch and get tee’d up or fuck off back to Suck-Ass Island.
Reverend Synister: Jack...truly...congratulations on the kids!
Jack Russow: You talk about my kids one more time, I’ll carve your eyes out with a melon baller.
Mack McKane: I own a melon baller.
Jack Russow: We weren’t sure why-
Mack McKane: I enjoy honeydew…
Jack Russow: Oh! Well that’s delightfu-
Mack McKane: ...and eyeballs.
Jack Russow: Uhhhhh huh! Aaaand there’s that...pretty...pretty more on brand for him.
Reverend Synister: See you call this a War but I come in peace! I come...in support of a man...who’s worried you’re not old enough...you’re not MATURE enough...you’re gonna fail Maggie! I mean...whatever your whelps are called.
Jack Russow: Aaaaand that’s a stabbin’.
“CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOOON!!!!
THERE’LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!
LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEEST!!!!
DON’TCHA CRY NO MORE!!!”
(Mack looks more confused than he’s ever been...Jack drops to his knees and puts his hands on his head as a sluggish looking Slappy McGoo comes trucking out from the curtain underneath Syn.)
Reverend Synister: AH! AHA! AHAHAHAHA! YOU WANTED A WAR BUT YOU FORGOT YOUR TANK LITTLE SOLDIER MAN!!! Herbert...be a lamb and bring me the bodies when you’re done...I’ll set to work on getting you and Jami custody.
Jack Russow: WHAT!?
Slappy McGoo: Ya ain’t ready.
Jack Russow: Well too fuckin’ bad!
Slappy McGoo; Langua-
Jack Russow: No FUCK that, Slappy!
(Jack walks right up and slaps the absolute dogshit out of Slappy’s mouth as everyone watching kinda “OHHHHH”s Slappy starts shaking in rage.)
Jack Russow: THIS. AIN’T. YOU. And even if it is? You wanna take MY kids? You wanna destroy MY world! YOU’LL KILL ME TRYING. Can you Slap? Go ahead!
(Syn and Angel are slowly realizing what’s happening as Slappy starts shaking. Jack takes his massive hand and puts it around his own throat.)
Jack Russow: Go ‘head Slap. Do it...DO IT. TAKE me away from Alanah! TAKE me away from my kids! SQUEEZE AND LOSE YOUR FAMILY!!!
(Jack rears back and slaps the taste out of his mouth one more time as Slappy seemingly comes through looking around confused until he looks down at Jack and they smile at each other...until Mack comes flying out of nowhere with a Memento Mori clothesline which Slap totally eats before looking at Mack angrily.)
Mack McKane: ...sorry bruv...never be to careful, innit?
(Slappy picks Mack up and sets him off to the side as he walks towards Jack and reaches forward pulling him into a smothering bearhug.)
Slappy McGoo: I DIDN’T MEAN NOTHIN’ BY IT!!! HE...HE SAID HE’D HURT ALL OF ‘EM UNLESS I STOPPED YOU!
Freek: BOSS HE’S GETTING AWAY!!!
(On that note they all tear ass to the parking lot where we see Mack’s Freekz combing every square inch but it’s all for naught...he’s gone...what was promised a War...was nothing but a ruse.)
Main Event
Non- Title Champion vs Champion
Singles Match
Sierra Williams vs Cleo Phillips
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a non-title Champion vs. Champion match scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!
(A loud pyro explosion leads into the beat to "Gangsta's Paradise" echoes throughout the arena, as the lyrics begin Cleo swaggers out onto the stage, PWS: Apex United title belt proudly around her waist. 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 points around the arena 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, unhooking her belt as she does so she can posture and pose for the crowd with the title held high 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, belt refastened and hanging loosely around her neck, 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: Introducing first, from The Bronx in New York City, New York, weighing 145 lbs., she is the PWS: Apex UNITED CHAMPION, “The Body Snatcher” CLEEEEEEEEOOOOO PHILLIIIIIIIIIIPS!
(Cleo jumps down from the turnbuckle and hands her belt to the referee, who places it in the opposite corner, then she starts doing some shadowboxing and warm-up stretches against the ropes as she waits for her opponent.)
(It doesn’t take long before "Go to Sleep" by Eminem blares out over the PA system as strobe lights hit the entrance in time with the music. As this happens, Sierra Williams steps out from guerilla with a black bandana over her face and the title once again around her waist. She unhooks her belt immediately and throws up her hands, holding it high in the air as some pyros explode around her, also in time to the beat of the song. Sierra then slings the title over her shoulder and makes her way down to the ring, talking trash to Cleo and some fans from behind her bandana along the way.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent; from Calgary, Alberta Canada, weighing in at 135 lbs., your PWS: Apex WOOOOORLD CHAMPION, SIERRA WIIIIIIIIILLIAAAAAAAAAMS!
(Sierra slides into the ring and immediately gets in Cleo’s face, lowering her bandana so the Body Snatcher can hear EXACTLY what the World Champion has to say. Cleo doesn’t back down, going nose-to-nose with Sierra and talking trash right back to her. (Sierra takes a step even closer and raises the belt, mouthing something about Cleo being a “B-tier champion”, to which the Body Snatcher responds by Bitch Slapping the world champ across the face! Sierra holds her cheek, smirks a bit in surprise, then fires back with a vicious Headbutt and this one is on!)
JR Freeman: Wow, what a shot! These two are wasting no time getting into it tonight!
Alfonso Banks: After everything we’ve seen from Phillips and Williams over the past few weeks, JR, I’m not at all surprised. I think both women feel like they have something to prove tonight.
JR Freeman: They’re literally champions, Alf, I don’t think they have to prove they’ve earned their place to ANYBODY.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe not to US, JR, but maybe to themselves. Self-doubt can be a powerful thing.
JR Freeman: Are you speaking from experience, partner?
Alfonso Banks: ...I’m not going to dignify that with a reply.
(The pair devolve into brawling as the bell rings, trading stiff rights and lefts in the centre of the mat without a clear advantage. Sierra hits hard but Cleo is easily able to respond in kind, holding her own with stiff body shots and elbows. The World Champ is able to take an eventual lead, though, as she fires a STIFF martial arts kick into Cleo’s knee to send her off balance, then follows it with another wicked Headbutt, sending Cleo Phillips reeling. She then follows THIS up by taking several steps backwards to get a running start and then flooring her opponent with a Slingblade!)
Alfonso Banks: SICK combination by the World Champion there! I have a feeling we may see an early end to this one…
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t be so quick to count out Cleo Phillips, Alf. Don’t forget she fought Jonathan Sanders to his limit, and only BARELY lost out in the end. Underestimating her tenacity could turn out to be a VERY costly mistake.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe so, JR, but Sierra Williams is no slouch either. She went over MACK MCKANE, for Christ’s sake!
(It seems like Sierra’s very aware of the dangers in counting out Cleo Phillips too early as well, because instead of going for a cover she chooses to take some time to deal out even more punishment to the current United Champion. She grabs hold of one of Cleo’s arms and begins to violently stomp on it, attempting to diminish her ability to both punch and potentially execute her Set it Off finisher. Sierra then begins aggressively kicking Cleo in the back as she rolls over to cradle her arm, before lifting her prone body up for a stalling Pendulum Backbreaker, ignoring the crowd pelting her with boos as they seem to get behind their street-level hero in Phillips. Having seemingly inflicted enough punishment to be secure in her attempt this time, now Sierra goes for a cover…)
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2…
NO! CLEO GETS A SHOULDER UP!
JR Freeman: A close two-count there for Sierra Williams! I told you that Cleo Phillips wasn’t one to be put down easily, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: No, dammit! Well, the World Champ’s still got the advantage, it’s only a matter of time now…
JR Freeman: Suuuure, Alf. You keep tellin’ yourself that.
Alfonso Banks: I WILL! I WILL keep telling myself that, JR, and there’s not a goddamn thing you or anybody else can do to stop me! So THERE, how do you like THAT?!
(JR’s voice drips sarcasm.)
JR Freeman: Boy, you sure showed me. Guess I’ll have to keep my mouth shut next time.
Alfonso Banks: ...Wait, really?
JR Freeman: Nope!
Alfonso Banks: God, I dislike you...
(The crowd pops hard for Cleo Phillips as Sierra shakes her head in frustration and grabs the Body Snatcher by her hair as she gets back to her feet, firing a few more kicks and knees into her legs and midsection, respectively. Cleo’s starting to regain some wherewithal at this point, though, and so she starts firing back with rapid-fire rights and lefts of her own into the World Champion’s solar plexus, resulting in the match becoming ANOTHER slugfest showing off the strength of both these women. The crowd explodes in cheers whenever Cleo lands a fist or an elbow on Sierra Williams’ chest, neck or head and showers the ring with boos and jeers when Sierra lands a stiff kick or knee-strike on the Body Snatcher. Sierra does an expert job of creating distance with her educated feet, however, and soon ends up outside the striking range of Phillips’ onslaught of elbows and fists. She capitalizes with a super-stiff roundhouse kick that the fans in the NOSEBLEEDS could hear connect with Cleo’s head, and the Body Snatcher drops to one knee. Sierra Williams follows up with an equally-stiff Shining Wizard and goes for a cover again.)
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NO! CLEO POWERS OUT AGAIN!
JR Freeman: Dios mio! A STUNNING display of sheer willpower by the United Champion there, Alf! I thought for sure this would be over after a vicious kick like that!
Alfonso Banks: You and me both, JR! Come on, Sierra, put that bitch away! I’ve got MONEY riding on this, you ungrateful little-
JR Freeman: ALF! ...Did you BET on the Champion vs. Champion match?
Alfonso Banks: ...No. ...Maybe. ...No! ...Yes.
JR Freeman: Unbelievable, you never cease to amaze me with the new depths you can somehow manage to sink to.
Alfonso Banks: Look, why don’t you just shut up and call this thing, okay?
(And call the match he does, as Sierra slaps the mat in clear frustration, getting in the referee’s face. This gives Cleo Phillips a little bit of time to recover, though, as she rolls out of the ring to the mat to catch her breath. The World Champion notices this happen and begins to run the ropes, bouncing off the far set before launching herself through the opposite side in a Suicide Dive towards the rising Cleo Phillips, but the Body Snatcher manages to evade the move by going prone, which sends Sierra crashing hard into the audience barricade on the outside of the ring!)
JR Freeman: Oh my god! Sierra hits the ground HARD, this may be a turning point for this one!
Alfonso Banks: NO! God dammit, get up, Williams! Hawk has me by the BALLS on this one, I’m counting on you!
JR Freeman: Good lord, you bet on this match with MIKE HAWK?!
Alfonso Banks: What?! Don’t be ridiculous! ...Levi Russow was ALSO involved.
JR Freeman: *audibly sighs* Of course he is...
(As the commentators bicker like the old married couple we all ship them as [don't even TRY to pretend that you don't, you liar], Sierra and Cleo lie on the outside together as the referee begins to count them out.)
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX...
(It's Cleo who stirs first, getting back to her feet and looking at the ring, then at Sierra Williams, then back at the ring. She seems to consider taking a count-out victory, something the Cleo Phillips of old would have been only too happy with, then shakes her head.)
Cleo Phillips: Nah, that ain’t me now.
(Having said this, she slides into the ring to reset the count before returning to the outside. Cleo then lifts Sierra Williams to her feet - throwing a few elbows to make sure she doesn’t come to before she’s ready - then Irish Whips the world champion toward the steel ring steps...but Sierra reverses it and sends Cleo into the steps instead, causing them to clatter to the ground in two separate piece. The World Champion takes a moment to shake off her botched dive, shaking her head and favouring the back of her neck with a wince. She then rolls Cleo into the ring and climbs to the top rope, turning around so her back is to the ring.)
JR Freeman: Looks like Sierra’s looking for Air Canada! This just might do it…
Alfonso Banks: Hahahahaha, YES! Come on, Williams, put her DOWN! Papa needs a new pair o’ shoes!
JR Freeman: “Papa needs a new pair o’ shoes”? What IS this, 1956?
Alfonso Banks: Only in my mind, JR. Only in my mind.
(As they speak, Sierra leaps off, going for the Air Canada Moonsault...but Cleo gets her knees up! The world champion crashes and burns AGAIN!)
Alfonso Banks: W-what?! NO! NO, GOD DAMMIT!
JR Freeman: Cleo Phillips showing a keen sense of timing there with that reversal, seems like she might have been playing possum!
Alfonso Banks: That’s not fair! I was THIS close, JR!
JR Freeman: How much did you bet with those two lunatics, anyway?
Alfonso Banks: It may have been SOMEWHERE in the realm of...two weeks’ pay.
JR Freeman: Two weeks pay?! Is that together, or each individually?
Alfonso Banks: ...I don’t wanna talk about it.
(And talk about it he does not, as Cleo Phillips takes this opportunity to go on the offensive, targeting Sierra’s already-wounded neck and shoulders from the failed Suicide Dive. She takes a few steps back to put some space between herself and the champ and then runs forward, nailing a one-armed Cartwheel Knee Drop directly onto the back of Sierra Williams’ neck! Cleo then moves to flip the world champ over and lock in a modified armbar, with her knee across her enemy’s throat. The crowd goes WILD for Cleo in the wake of this massive comeback, peppering her with chants of “LET’S GO CLE-O!” and “BO-DY SNATCH-ER!” as she puts the hurt on Sierra Williams. Sierra struggles valiantly in the hold, but the awkward angle makes it difficult to get to the ropes, and Cleo is able to lift her leg and kick towards the side of her opponent’s head, driving her knee into Sierra’s throat to quash her struggling. The World Champ is not one to be outdone, however, and continues to writhe and struggle before beginning to twist in the hold, firing left hands into Cleo Phillips until she’s forced to break the hold to defend herself. The two then return to their feet duking it out once more, and once they’re upright Cleo goes for her New York Minute Discus Lariat, but Sierra ducks underneath it and catches her around the neck from behind...CALGARY CUTTER!)
JR Freeman: CALGARY CUTTER! CALGARY CUTTER! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!
Alfonso Banks: YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaHAHaHAhahaHAHA! I’M GONNA BE A RICH, RICH MAN, BABY!
(Sierra goes for the cover…)
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THRE-NO! AT THE LAST SECOND, CLEO KICKS OUT!
JR Freeman: DIOS MIO! I can’t believe this! I thought it was done for sure!
Alfonso Banks: NoOoOoooooOOOOoooOO! FUCK! That was THREE, ref! COME ON!
JR Freeman: I thought so too, Alf, but no. Cleo just won’t go down tonight, no matter WHAT the champion throws at her!
Alfonso Banks: Well I wish she would! My pocketbook will thank her!
JR Freeman: “Pocketbook”? My god, you weren’t kidding about that 50s thing, were you?
Alfonso Banks: Greatest decade of the greatest generation, baby. You kids today wouldn’t understand!
JR Freeman: I’m pretty sure I’m older than you.
Alfonso Banks: ...You can’t prove that.
(Sierra looks STUNNED that Cleo Phillips kicked out of her finishing move. Not angry, just purely baffled. She slowly gets back to her feet, lifting Cleo again to go for another Calgary Cutter, but Phillips powers out and nails her with a HUGE Bronx Kick instead! The United Champ then lifts the World Champ up for her OWN version of the move...the SET IT OFF! The crowd chants “SET! IT! OFF! SET! IT! OFF!” as Cleo goes for the cover…)
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2…
THRE-NO! SIERRA GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
JR Freeman: SET IT OFF! SET IT OFF! THIS COULD BE IT...NO! Unbelievably, Sierra kicks out too!
Alfonso Banks: Unbelievable?! She’s the WORLD CHAMPION, JR! And more importantly, she’s my ticket to a payday, baby!
JR Freeman: I just...I have no words for you, Alf. No words at all.
Alfonso Banks: And yet, you keep talking.
(Cleo looks frustrated now and a touch bewildered as well, shaking her head as she gets back up to her feet. She doesn’t lift Sierra as well for another Set it Off, but instead makes her way into the corner, taunting her opponent and shouting for her to get up.)
Cleo Phillips: Get up! Come on, you bitch, let’s finish this!
(Sierra eventually DOES get up, holding onto the ropes for leverage as she does so, then Cleo EXPLODES out of the corner with the Milly Rock! She covers again…)
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2…
THREENO! AGAIN, SIERRA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
JR Freeman: OH DIOS MIO! The sheer willpower and endurance of these two women is incredible! I’m getting shades of Sierra vs. Haze from this one!
Alfonso Banks: And I’M getting shades of “Alf not going broke”! COME ON, SIERRA, WIN THIS ONE FOR PAPI!
JR Freeman: You are a fundamentally repulsive human being, Alf, you know that?
(Cleo’s face says it all; shock, fury, a touch of admiration; even the fans are a little bit on Sierra’s side after that, applauding and giving chants of “THIS IS AWE-SOME!” and “THIS IS WREST-LING!” *clap clap clapclapclap* in response to the sheer athleticism on display. Not to be deterred, however, the United Champion lifts Sierra Williams back to her feet and whips ehr into the far corner. She follows suit with a big splash, then lifts Sierra up to the top rope, while Cleo herself goes for the second. She seems to be setting up for an avalanche version of the Set it Off, but Sierra begins fighting back and manages to turn it around, knocking Cleo off-balance and trapping her head and her weakened arm...CLICK CLICK BOOM! CLICK CLICK BOOM OFF THE TOP ROPE!)
JR Freeman: OH DIOS MIO! AVALANCHE CLICK CLICK BOOM! I DON’T KNOW IF CLEO’S EVEN CONSCIOUS ENOUGH TO TAP OUT!
Alfonso Banks: She better not be, JR, my bank account’s about to be the REAL winner here!
(Whether Cleo’s conscious or not, having landed the DDT Sierra holds on to the Arm-Trap Guillotine choke and wrenches on it relentlessly, screaming out her fury and frustration with her opponent as she does. The crowd have settled on a solidly mixed reaction, with dueling chants of “LET’S GO CLE-O!” and “KILL, SIERRA, KILL!”, and the referee is right there in the fray to check on Cleo and see if she wants to give up. She lifts Cleo’s arm once...and it falls. Twice...it falls again. Three times...and the Body Snatcher makes a fist, punching wildly at Sierra Williams and writhing around, rocking from side to side in the hold. Sierra answers back with some knee strikes of her own into Cleo’s ribs and shoulders, but the United Champion won’t quit, managing to flip her body over into a bridging pin, trapping Sierra underneath her because of her own submission hold…)
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2!
3! It’s over!
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD! AY DIOS MIO! CLEO PHILLIPS WINS! CLEO PHILLIPS WINS!
Alfonso Banks: FUCK! NO! This is bullshit, clearly she passed out! Sierra should’ve won this one! God dammit, now I have to find my wallet…
(Cleo may have passed out briefly AS she got the pinfall, falling to the mat as Sierra Williams relinquishes the hold. The World Champion is LIVID at the count and immediately gets in the referee’s face, arguing with the official in an animated manner about whether that really should have counted. As they have their shouting match, Z-Money runs into the ring with Cleo’s United title belt and shakes the champion awake, helping her to her feet and handing her the belt. Cleo seems groggy and confused, but Z-Money beams from ear to ear.)
Z-Money: Cleo! Cleo, wake up, girl! You did it!
Cleo: I what? ...For real?
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, the PWS: Apex UNITED CHAMPION, “The Body Snatcher” CLEEEEEEEO PHIIIIIILIIIIIPS!
JR Freeman: Well, it was an EXTREMELY close and hard-fought matchup, Alf, and I don’t think anybody in this building could disagree when I say that either of these women deserved to take this one tonight. I’m incredibly impressed with BOTH of our champions here, and I think if there was any doubt as to whether or not they deserve those title belts, this should have put it to rest.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, yeah, JR, they were both really really great...oh my poor bank account…
JR Freeman: Well, your own financial hardships notwithstanding, this was a PHENOMENAL main event to end off our show tonight, and I can’t wait to see what EITHER of these two do next going into Crusade! I’m JR Freeman, and on behalf of my now-destitute broadcast partner Alfonso Banks, thank you for tuning into PWS: Apex Riot and we’ll see you all in two weeks. Adios!
WINNER - CLEO PHILLIPS
