Post by Josiah Cena on Jan 20, 2022 3:47:26 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS
RIOT: SPECIAL EDITION
A 3 HOUR SPECIAL
TUESDAY, JANUARY 18, 2022
CAESARS SUPERDOME - NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the opening video package for RIOT begins. After the video package, the shot cuts to inside the Superdome, as “Trials” by Starset blares over the sound system, and we pan across the crowd, as we are greeted by the voices of Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: HELLO! AND WELCOME TO 2022!
Alfonso Banks: JR! We’ve already been in 2022 for a couple weeks!
JR Freeman: Oh, you know what I mean! And we’re going to kick this 3 hour edition of RIOT off with Ambika Renton, who’s already in the ring!
(The camera cuts to the ring, where Ambika Renton is standing in the middle of the ring, smiling to the crowd as she has a microphone in hand.)
Ambika Renton: Hello, and welcome to PWS: APEX RIOT! And welcome to the first show of 2022!
(The fans cheer.)
Ambika Renton: We have a fully-packed show for you tonight, highlighted by our huge main event to determine the next person to qualify for the Elimination Chamber match at Demon’s Run, as Bella Madison takes on Audrey Russow!
(Again, the fans cheer.)
Ambika Renton: Yes, I’m sure that’s going to be a great match, but right now, I’m out here for a different reason. You see, we are expecting big things for PWS: APEX in 2022, and just going from what we have planned from now to Destiny…well…you guys wanna know?
(The fans cheer, and a “Yes” chant starts, causing Ambika to chuckle.)
Ambika Renton: Okay, okay…so…we’ve announced that our next pay-per-view event will be Demon’s Run, taking place on March 15th, in Phoenix, Arizona.
(The fans cheer.)
Ambika Renton: After that…we will be holding Riots in Seattle, San Jose, Anaheim, Los Angeles…before Destiny…which I’m excited to announce that we’re doing something we’ve never done before in any PWS organization.
(The fans cheer, as Ambika pauses for dramatic effect.)
Ambika Renton: For the first time ever, PWS Destiny will be a two-night extravaganza! It is going to take place over the weekend of May 28th and 29th, aaaand….it will be part of a huge comic-con like festival we are going to be holding that week in Honolulu, Hawaii!
(Again, the fans cheer.)
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD! HAWAIIAN VACATION! YES!
Alfonso Banks: THERE IS A GOD!
(The applause dies down, as Ambika continues.)
Ambika Renton: So yes, definitely things to look forward to in 2022, but that’s enough about the future, let’s get to tonight! We’re gonna start things off here, and get things underway with our first match.
Singles Match
Morgan Baker vs. Richard Rider
(The match starts out with Rider and Morgan scowling at each other. Morgan balls up her fists and takes a step towards him, causing him to cower backwards a little and yell out “NOT THE FACE!!!”. She raises an eyebrow which was enough distraction for him to grab her and roll her up!)
1… KICKOUT!
(The match continues in this fashion for a few minutes, Rider doing everything in his power to distract her. After a few minutes, Morgan is getting annoyed with Rider’s attempt at antics and she sucker punches him right in the face! He falls to the ground, covering his face. She sizes him and waits. He starts to get up and she grabs him and delivers a Trouble In Paradise to Rider!)
JR Freeman: HOLY SMOKES! Rider hit hard!
Alfonso Banks: Seems he underestimated the “kid” as he called her.
1…2…3!!!
WINNER - Morgan Baker
(After the match, the camera cuts to the stage, as “I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf starts to play, as Josiah Cena comes out onto the stage. The crowd gives him a nice welcome, as he walks over to the podium set up on the side of the stage.)
Josiah Cena: Evening, everyone! How are you all doing tonight?
(The fans cheer.)
Josiah Cena: Tonight we celebrate the first show of 2022, as well as honor the best parts of 2021 with the announcing of the 2021 award winners. I’m out here now because we had plenty of big returns and debuts last year. But there was one that stood above all the rest. So, the winner of the 2021 award for Best Return/Debut is….
(Pause for dramatic effect…)
Josiah Cena: Audrey Russow’s return on the first show of 2021!
(The fans cheer, as “My Songs Know What you Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy plays, and Audrey Russow walks out on stage, smiling to the crowd. Josiah hands her the award as she takes to the podium.)
Audrey Russow: Ya know..that night was such a magical night for me, getting to stand in the ring by my husband for the first time in so long…it definitely was a bucket list item. Thank you so much. I’m definitely gonna put this up in our house so I can rub it in when I wanna annoy Dan, heh.
(Audrey chuckles, as we can hear chuckles from the female audience members.)
Audrey Russow: Thanks again, guys. Enjoy the show!
(She gives a wave to the crowd, as her music plays again, and she walks backstage.)
(The cameras cut to the podium at the top of the ramp where Star Stormz was standing.)
Star Stormz: Every year, I watch as new people join the company and the business… and watch them grow and transform both in and out of the ring. Seeing people come in as rookies, and evolve into main event stars is one of the things that makes doing what I do so worth it. And that’s why we want to let people know that we see their progress, and we notice. Believe me, we notice. So let’s just cut right to it and announce the winner of the 2021 Most Improved award! And the winner is…
(She opens an envelope)
Star Stormz: VIOLET AMELIA HOLT!!!
(The crowd cheers lightly with a polite applause as Violet walks out to the podium. She looks around, no real emotion showing on her face, as she grabs the trophy and silently walks backstage. Star shrugs.)
Star Stormz: Well then… I hope she doesn’t go too far, her match is up next!
Singles Match
Dan Adler vs. Violet Amelia Holt
(The match starts out with Dan and Violet locking up. Violet, being the little rage machine that she is, takes early advantage over Dan. She gets him in a headlock and drops him to the mat, going for a quick and early pin.)
1… KICKOUT!
JR Freeman: WAY too early!
Alfonso Banks: That would have been an embarrassing win for Dan, being his first televised match and all.
JR Freeman: Dan kind of freaks me out a little bit. He’s… weird.
Alfonso Banks: I think he’s a breath of fresh air… something different that this place needed.
(As the commentators are arguing back and forth, the match was going on still. Dan and Violet kept fighting back and forth. Dan throws Violet over the top rope and she tumbles to the mat. The ref begins the count.)
1…2…3…4…
(Violet gets to her feet, looking annoyed.)
5…6…
(She throws her hands up in the air as if to say she quits before starting to storm up the ramp.)
7…
(Dan sees this and rolls out of the ring and follows her. He grabs her and drags her back to the ring.)
8…
(He throws her back under the bottom rope just in time and slides in himself. He gets her to her feet and throws her hard into the corner. She falls to a sitting position in the corner and he grins. He runs over and does a Bronco Buster, much to the disgust of Violet.)
JR Freeman: Poor Violet was just violated!
Alfonso Banks: It’s a legit wrestling move!
(As he finishes the move and hops back to his feet Violet looks grossed out like she is about to vomit. He grabs her and hits a Voodoo Drop.)
JR Freeman: BOTTOMS OUT!
1…2…3!!!
WINNER - Dan Adler
(The cameras cut to ringside with Ambika Renton standing at a podium set up to the side of the ramp.)
Ambika Renton: 2021 was filled with a lot of heated rivalries and intense feuds. I can honestly say, things got pretty wild in the back last year. But one stood out beyond the rest. The winner of the 2021 Feud of the Year award is…
(Ambika opens and envelope)
Ambika Renton: SIERRA WILLIAMS AND MACK MCKANE
(The tron kicks to life as we see a peaceful beach scene with a beautiful sunset going down in the background of the clear waters of Bali…or Bora Bora…wherever they decided to splurge. We see a relaxed, HEAVILY scarred Mack McKane in nothing but swim trunks and aviators.)
Mack McKane: Mack McKane vs Sierra Williams…just saying it alone you get a tingle down your spine, innit? And oh what beautiful wars we waged. I am honored to once again accept your award for Feud of the Year. Didn’t we win this last year? I feel like I won this with someone last yea-oh right…the War. You were right not to honor Wars 2 & 3…there was no glory or technical prowess in either. But Sierra Williams…the bitch…sorry, still sore about Cutrina. She deserves every accolade you’re about to give her. This is just my way of saying…
(Mattie Cormier suddenly flows sexily into frame in the smallest bikini you could imagine with a sheer wrap to make her look like a flowing Jasmine-like goddess as she sits on his lap and they share a kiss before she waves at the camera.)
Mattie Cormier: He says thanks. Now scram. We’re…busy.
(Mack chuckles as he wraps his arms around her.)
Mack McKane: Yeah it’s tough to be me now. Cheers!
(The tron fades us back to the podium.)
Ambika Renton: Congratulations Mack and Sierra, you guys gave us a pretty intense and interesting few months.
(With that, Ambika goes to the back and a commercial break)
(There's a small pause in the action as we cut back to ringside, but the quiet doesn't last long as the 'Tom Sawyer' cover by Leo hits, and the fans instantly begin to boo as we hear a voice.)
Tyson Sykes: Hold up, hold up, stop the mother fucking show 'cuz I got a little something to get off my chest.
(The boos intensity as Tyson Sykes bursts through the curtain making a beeline for the ring, mic in hand.)
JR Freeman: Oh God. Here we go again.
Alfonso Banks: What do ya mean?! Sykes isn't even scheduled to be here tonight, it's a beautiful surprise!
JR Freeman: That's what I'm saying, other than the surprise part. Sykes always has something to say when he feels like he's been left out. He's like a kid not invited to a birthday party - except he has access to a live mic on National television.
(Sykes walks around ringside and straight for JR Freeman.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh, I think he heard you talkin' shit!
JR Freeman: Oh God what's this maniac actually wan-
(As Sykes gets close JR stands up and raises his hands.)
JR Freeman: I don't want any trouble big man, I'm just doing my job.
Tyson Sykes: ... get the fuck out of my way, I'm not out here for you.
(Sykes pushes JR to the side and grabs his announcers chair, tossing it into the ring. Sykes then snarls at Freeman before sliding into the ring.)
JR Freeman: Yeah you're real impressive Tyson, bullying a middle aged commentator out of his seat because God forbid the show doesn't revolve around you for a week.
Alfonso Banks: ... you wanna sit on my lap or something?
JR Freeman: I'll stand. This is just getting old.
(Sykes sets the chair up in the center of the ring as his music fades and sits, tapping the microphone for a few moments, making a thudding sound echo through the arena that the fans attempt to drown out with boos.)
Tyson Sykes: Boo all the hell you want, I'll sit here all God damn night if I have to, cuz like I said, I got some shit to say.
(The boos never really stop, but die down enough that Sykes eventually continues.)
Tyson Sykes: Now I know that this isn't going to come as a surprise to you... but I'm in a little bit of a bad mood right now.
JR Freeman: Shocker, and the sky is blue. Get on with it.
Tyson Sykes: 'Cuz you see, for those of you too stupid to remember - and after surveying the crowd for two seconds I can tell that's literally every single one of you... let me give you a little reminder of something.
(Sykes stands from his chair and rips off his ANTITHESIS shirt, revealing the PWS Tag Team Championship around his waist.)
Tyson Sykes: I'm a mother fucking champion in this company. According to this title, I should be treated as one of the elite around here. I've been bitching and moaning for MONTHS about getting on the shows, facing new and better talent, getting opportunities... and it's like these suit wearing assholes in the back think I'm a damn child. Because they give me a hand-me-down, useless toy expecting it to make up for the years of neglect, then they to back to ignoring me. Look, I said it before. This tag team title? I didn't even fucking want it. I have this title right now because those idiots in the back can't tell when something has died, and they needed SOMEONE else to hold it. And they know that while I'm a bit of a hot head, my pride won't allow me to give any less then 100%, so they know I'll defend this fucking thing til I'm dead in the ground, because I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone punk me and get an unearned win. But actually holding this title? Nah, it means nothing to me.
(Sykes takes the belt and tosses it to the side of the ring carelessly, and the fans boo again.)
JR Freeman: This is disgusting Al, that's a championship belt, one of the most sought after in the industry, and that man is just tossing it around like a bag of garbage because he's mad he didn't get his way.
Alfonso Banks: You know, I don't agree with you often JR, but I'm not a fan of seeing a championship treated that way. But Sykes is right, he won a title and was instantly left off the show!
Tyson Sykes: So on to brass tacks. I like to think in pretty blunt. I like to think I don't really mix words. But maybe I haven't been clear enough for those kindergarteners playing pretend in the back office. I. TYSON SYKES. WANT A FUCKING FIGHT. I want a CHALLENGE. I'm not a Madison, I'm not content sitting in the back collecting a paycheck and wrestling on the big shows... I AM HERE TO WRESTLE. So let's go ahead and say this as simply as possible. This chair is staying right here. My ass is going to be planted in it, right here. And we will both remain, fight here, until you stop jacking off to your matches from six years ago and actually run your fucking company. So until that happens?
This is your show now, so have fun.
JR Freeman: Pardon my language, but are you shitting me? Tyson Sykes is hijacking the show, yet again, because poor baby didn't get what he wanted.
Alfonso Banks: Well hey, if the shows over I might head out a little early and -
JR Freeman: You're not going anywhere you fool, somebody has to get this man out of the ring!
(Sykes leans back in the chair with his arms crossed mocking the fans as the boos begin to intensify.)
JR Freeman: I can't believe I'm going to say this, but this idiot has taken up so much time that we'll be right back - we have to go to commercial break.
(We return from commercial, and Tyson Sykes is still sitting in the chair with both middle fingers up in the air, laughing at the jeers coming from the now irate audience.)
JR Freeman: As a professional and representative of this company, I want to truly apologize for what's happening here tonight folks. This isn't what the PWS is about. This isn't what -
(Suddenly, a familiar voice is heard as Star Stormz makes their way onto the ramp with a microphone, and Sykes throws his hands up yelling 'FINALLY'.)
Star Stormz: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, Tyson!!! You think you can just come out here, hold our show hostage, and demand whatever the hell you want from us?
(Tyson Sykes just kind of smirks and nods his head. Star shakes her head.)
Star Stormz: See, it doesn’t work like that. I’m not going to stand here and reward this kind of behavior… but.. If you want a fight? I can get you a fight! And I have just the person. A former World Champion who is ready to make an impact and return…
(On that note, the lights in the arena go out for about 30 seconds.)
JR Freeman: WHAT THE HELL???
Alfonso Banks: Did someone forget to pay the lighting bill again?
(The lights come back on with none other than Malachi standing face to face with Tyson Sykes. Malachi uses the element of surprise to grab Sykes and plant him to the mat with a Package Piledriver!)
Alfonso Banks: HAIR TRIGGER!!!
JR Freeman: What a statement by Malachi!!!
(Sykes lays motionless on the mat as Malachi stands over him, the crowd cheering that the show is no longer under Sykes control. Star on the ramp smirks a bit)
Star Stormz: Oh, and in case I didn’t mention, I have decided to make this not only the main event next week… but it’s also going to be a qualifier for a spot in the Elimination Chamber at Demon’s Run! Just to keep things challenging and fun…
(With that, she lowered her mic and the camera cut to a video package)
(The New Orleans fans are rumbling, enjoying all the PWS action they’ve seen so far tonight. They get even louder when “Gangsta’s Paradise” plays over the speaker, and the PWS United Champion Cleo Phillps appears onstage along with Z-Money, she stands on stage, holding her championship high in the air, as Z-Money hypes up the crowd. They continue their way down to ringside, interacting with some of the fans at ringside before they get into the ring, where Z-Money takes a microphone, speaking once the crowd settles down.)
Z-Money: What’s up New Orleans!!! How’s everyone doing tonight?
(The crowd pops for a moment.)
Z-Money: Glad to hear it, you Team Cleo is doing good after that big win over Devon Ryder. We had to teach him what “fuck around and find out” means, and as a result my homegirl stands before you STILL your United Champion, currently on her 175th day and counting. But you don’t want to hear from me, you want to her from her right? Of course you do, so without further adieu, YOUR UNITED CHAMPION, “THE BODY SNATCHER” CLEO PHILLIPS!!!!
(The crowd cheers again, as Cleo takes the mic, she lets them settle down before speaking.)
Cleo Phillips: Thank you, thank you. I appreciate it, and am damn sure proud to still be standing before you as your United Champion. Now let’s not take anything away from Devon Ryder, the man can bring a fight, and he does speak a lot of truths, it’s his methods that leave a little to be desired. That said, it looks like Mr. Ryder is back at the drawing board, while I have to look forward to what comes next for Team Cleo. There’s three people I’d like to speak to, and the first of which is Matthew Paul.
(Matthew’s name draws some boos from the crowd.)
Cleo Phillips: I heard what you said. I make you sick right? You don’t like how I do my business. You think I’m pandering? Maybe a little, but understand this. I have EARNED every ounce of respect these fans have given me, so of course I’m going to be thankful for them. Now, if you have a problem with that, we can settle it. But TRUST that it might be more than your ass that ends up busted, now let’s talk about Mike Hawk shall we?
(Mike Hawk’s name gets a rather mixed reaction from the crowd.)
Cleo Phillips: Congratulations, on your big win. You said it yourself, you did what I never could. Beat Jonathan Sanders. Good for you. But guess what? You still haven’t beaten me. You could have chosen to cash in and try taking my championship, but you didn’t because you know I’d kick your ass like I did on Riot a few months ago.
(Some more cheers from the crowd.)
Cleo Phillips: Now, the third person is the most important, because she’s the next in line for my championship. I’m of course talking about Alexis Makarios, who went to war to earn her opportunity. You know me though, I like to talk to my competition face to face, so if she doesn’t mind. I’d like Alexis to come out here, I have something I’d like to say to her.
(With that, “MZ Hyde” by Halestorm hits and echoes. After a few seconds, Alexis appears on the platform with a bit of a smirk on her face, and a bounce in her step that has been absent for a long time. She strides down the ramp, stopping to allow a young fan to take a quick selfie with her. She gets into the ring and her music fades out. She looks over at Cleo before being given a mic by a stagehand.)
Alexis Makarios: You rang?
(Cleo walks around the ring for a moment, observing Alexis.)
Cleo Phillips: First of all, congratulations on winning the number one contendership. You and Gracie had one hell of a match, and I’m Being honest when I say, I’m looking forward to our match at Demons Run. I really have only one concern.
(Cleo stands in front of Alexis, and looks her in the eyes.)
Cleo Phillips: Are YOU ready? I know you have some issues your dealing with, and normally it would be none of my business. But see, I like competition and I want to face the best. I don’t want any excuses about not being in the right state of mind, or anything of the sort. I need to know that you are going to bring the BEST version of Alexis Makarios. I’m talking about the one who was the first world champion, the one who earned her way into the hall of fame. I want to be sure you are going to bring your best, because you know damn well I will be.
Cleo takes a step back, to allow Alexis to speak, the crowd can feel some tension building already. Alexis nods her head, smirking slightly.
Alexis Makarios: Oh. Don't you worry about my frame of mind or anything of the sorts. I'm 6 months out of my breakdown. I'm regulated and adjusted… don't you give THAT a second thought. After that match with Gracie… I'm in the best shape I've been in a while. Mentally… and physically. You want a fight… trust me… you got one coming. But, I am glad you did your research. So you KNOW I'm not some idiot like your last defense. You want to talk about ME being ready? I hope YOU are ready.
Cleo Phillips: I’m always ready. Team Cleo has been riding a huge wave of momentum as of late, and I don’t intend on slowing down. I’ve beaten hall of famers, world champions, and if I recall, back at the Riot 2 year anniversary, I beat YOU.
(That gets some audible oooohs, from the crowd.)
Cleo Phillips: So in the interest of fairness, since I am one up on you and I am the champion. I hope you don’t mind if I present a little…champions challenge. A little something to spice things up. Make sure both of us really are ready.
(Alexis raises an eyebrow towards Cleo.)
Alexis Makarios: I was ABSOLUTELY not at my best the last time we faced. That's for sure. But you DO have me curious about your little "challenge"... so lay it on me.
Cleo Phillips: I know you weren’t, and maybe thats what concerns me some, because you still pal around with people like Heather Haze. Anyway, what I had in mind was a simple beat the clock challenge. Let’s see who can take down their opponent faster.
Alexis Makarios: A beat the clock challenge? I like the sounds of that. But… let's add our own twist on it. I'll do it. But only if we can add a little pick your poison in there, and pick each other's opponents next week. Don't want any easy matches, right?
(A smile appears on Cleos face as she nods.)
Cleo Phillips: Sounds fair to me, what say we do our scouting and next Riot, we reveal our choices?
Alexis Makarios: Sounds good. Gives me time to find the toughest possible opponent for you. See you next week, champ.
(Alexis winks at her then they stare each other down as the show fades to commercials )
(After the commercials, the show comes back to show Alfonso Banks and JR Freeman standing at the podium.)
Alfonso Banks: We’ve had quite a few amazing shows this past year.
JR Freeman: A lot of memorable moments, amazing matches, and just all around great shows.
Alfonso Banks: Between you and me… they just kept getting better and better as the year went on!
JR Freeman: No doubt. Picking a favorite is just not a thing I think I can do right now.
Alfonso Banks: And we got to be ringside, calling each and every show…
JR Freeman: But… only one can claim true supremacy tonight… and the winner of the 2021 Show of the Year is…
(They open the envelope and read it off together)
JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks: DESTINY!!!
Singles Match
Miss Puppies vs. Madison Carpenter
(Match starts with Madison going right for Puppies. Madison takes swift control of the match right off the bat.)
JR Freeman: Seems that Madison is in a mood…
Alfonso Banks: All the Lopez clan ladies have been straight up cranky lately…
(Puppies gets some momentum going and fights back against Madison, elbowing her directly in the face to take control. She uses her size to keep control for a few minutes before she goes for a flying body press from the top rope!)
Alfonso Banks: THE HO DOWN!
(Madison, however, ducks out of the way just in time, and seeing Puppies down jumps to the top rope for a Final Hour Frog Splash!)
JR Freeman: THAT'S THE PHOENIX DOWN!
Alfonso Banks: She hits this, it’s over!
(Madison connects and goes for the pin.)
1…2…3!
WINNER - Madison Carpenter
JR Freeman: "Welcome back everyone to the Caesars Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana for the first Riot of 2022. Unfortunately we are joined in the ring by Matthew Paul and he has a microphone too."
Alfonso Banks: "Could you stop for just a second and gives this guy a chance? Matthew is coming back from an injury and I happen to like the guy. So if you don't mind, I would like to hear what he has to say."
(Besides Freemen who has already voiced his displeasure there is a capacity crowd booing louder and louder every time Paul tries to say something.)
JR Freeman: "Judging from these fans here, I believe that you might be the only person that wants to hear Matthew coming back from the injury or not but alright."
(The boos die down a little and Paul takes the opportunity to speak.)
Matthew Paul: "Wow, I am back for all of 2 minutes if that and you idiots are already making me regret that decision. Give yourself a round of applause for the, New Orleans!"
(And the boo birds return but Paul just does the best that he can to talk over them.)
Matthew Paul: "Oh that's right, I boo this lousy, dirty, crime infested city every chance I get. The only thing even worth a damn in this city is your Saints and they are so bad now that even a broke down quarterback like Drew Brees wouldn't come back from retirement to save their season!"
(The crowd has now taken to calling Paul something that sounds remarkably like glass bowl.)
JR Freeman: "Our fans letting Matthew know exactly what they think of him."
Alfonso Banks: "They should all be ashamed of their actions."
JR Freeman: "Yet, somehow I doubt that they are."
Matthew Paul: "What, the truth hurt? Brees would rather go golfing than he would try to save your sad, pathetic season. But I am not here to talk about the Aints, I am here to discuss something much more important because I am officially back from injury PWS:Apex!"
(The crowd has become a mixture of boos and many fans who appear not to care about the revelation that they have just heard.)
Matthew Paul: "That's right dumbasses, I am back! And while I would love to keep talking about that since it is the only thing relevant that will happen tonight on this damn show, what I really want to do is beat the hell out of someone! So come, there has to be someone in the back that I can make an example out of! Don't keep The King waiting!"
(As soon as the words "The King" were spoken by Paul the arena is engulfed in the first few cords of a song and then the lights go out.)
You don't feel the pain
Too much is not enough
Nobody said this stuff makes any sense
We're hooked again
Point of no return
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight
(At the top of the stage there is now a spotlight. In the spotlight walks out a man bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as the song continues while some of the fans start to cheer.)
Adrenaline
Keeps me in the game
Adrenaline
You don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(The fans start to cheer louder until the jumbotron in large electric blue writing DYLAN HOWELL IS HERE NOW. The crowd now starts to cheer wildly and chant at the top of their lungs the name "Dylan Howell" as the lights come on and Howell is looking around in amazement dressed like a biker in leather while he slowly brings a microphone to his lips.)
Dylan Howell: "Well, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW ORLEANSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
JR Freeman: "Dylan Howell is in PWS:Apex!"
Alfonso Banks: "Who?"
JR Freeman: "Dylan Howell, who made quite a name for himself the last decade in another promotion."
Alfonso Banks: "Where?"
JR Freeman: "Just pay attention."
(Howell continues to look around briefly in amazement until he speaks again.)
Dylan Howell: "Wow! It has been a while since I have done this anywhere, but it turns out wrestling fans do remember me, thank you!"
(The crowd is cheering wildly and still chanting his name. However there is one person who is not pleased to see him at all as Matthew Paul asks angrily.)
Matthew Paul: "Excuse me, but who in the hell do you think you are?!"
(The crowd starts to boo again, but Howell does not allow that to happen.)
Dylan Howell: "Oh I am sorry Mr. Random Angry Guy in the ring, I guess you didn't hear the wrestling fans, but that is me they are cheering for Dylan Howell, while you? You have over 70, 000 people calling you an asshole."
(Immediately the crowd starts chanting at Paul again. While he is angry he also tries to get even with Howell.)
Matthew Paul: "Oh that's funny, you are a real comedian. I have heard of you though! You are the crazy guy who married a title belt! I am the King of the Indies, Matthew Paul!"
Dylan Howell: "King of the Indies, is that something to be proud of nowadays? Like the best baseball player in the minor leagues I guess. I am Guilty as charged though buddy, I am crazy, but then again, all get a little crazy sometimes, right? I didn't marry Addy though. People took her away from me before I could. I know something about you though too. See, I have been watching PWS:Apex on TV for a while now and you are the guy who lost last summer, threw a temper tantrum, and then fell down and broke his ass, right?"
Matthew Paul: "Very funny, dumbass. But as much fun as this little meet and greet has been unless you are here to be my opponent for my return match, just get the hell out of the way and let the adults continue the show!"
Dylan Howell: "You know, I am not really dressed for a match and I haven't even been in one for a while, but that shouldn't stop me from coming to the ring and giving you a spanking!"
(Howell makes a beeline for the ring before Paul can change his mind. He slides in under the bottom rope and Paul tries to get the jump on Howell with a clothesline. Howell ducks underneath it though and runs bouncing off of the ropes before hitting huge flying forearm that catches Paul flush on the chin and nearly knocks him. The crowd is roaring now as with Paul laying on the mat barely moving Howell goes outside and gets a chair. Coming back into the ring, Howell sets the chair up and then sits on it before grabbing Paul and getting him in position.)
JR Freeman: "This is amazing! Dylan Howell is actually going to spank Matthew Paul!"
Alfonso Banks: "He can't do that, he'll break Matthew's ass again!"
(With the crowd still roaring in delight, Howell proceeds to bend Paul over his knees and spanking him. With Paul screaming in pain, Howell gives him several hard swats before dropping him to the mat. Howell then exits the ring and starts heading back up the ramp while Paul is in the ring still screaming as paramedics come out to tend to him while "Adrenaline" plays again.)
Alfonso Banks: "Damn you Dylan Howell, I think Matthew Paul broke his ass again! You can't spank a grown man, and especially not a king!"
JR Freeman: "Can and did! Fans we will be right back in a moment with more Riot!"
(The cameras come back from a short video package to show Star Stormz standing at the podium)
Star Stormz: I’ve had the honor of presenting the Rising Star award to a handful of extremely talented individuals, and seeing them move on to rise through the ranks here in PWS. And this year is no different. Let’s not waste any time… 2021’s Rising Star is…
(She opens the envelope and reads off the name)
Star Stormz: MIKE HAWK!!!!
(The Superman Theme plays as Hawk walks out, Collateral Damage title over his left shoulder, as he grabs the award right out of Star’s hands.)
Mike Hawk: Thank you, Mrs. Star, for gifting your son, Rising, to me. And with this, I am officially the most amazing wrestler in the world. But don’t look it up, the internet lies. Although, I will say… you did say extremely talented, and… I am, but you left out “phenomenally good-looking” and “sporting a 15-inch penis”... but that’s okay, you’ll get that right next year.
JR Freeman: 15!? Who is he kidding?
Alfonso Banks: You’re right, he’s playing it down so us mere mortals don’t feel so bad.
Mike Hawk: And what an honor it truly is to be awarded this…
(He looks at the award)
Mike Hawk: …Thing… that symbolizes that I am, in fact, the greatest young wrestler on the planet! And if you try to dispute that, you fuck animals! And do you really want that? To be an animal fucker?
Alfonso Banks: Well, you heard him! Either he’s the greatest thing to ever happen to pro wrestling, or we’re all going to jail!
JR Freeman: Did you lose a bet or something? What is with your praise for Hawk!?
Alfonso Banks: I’ll tell you what’s with it… love, admiration, and a little bit of sexual gratification.
(Hawk thinks about what else to say, clutching his belt, then decides not to say anything, instead just waving at the crowd.)
Mike Hawk: I’m better than you. Bye!
(He walks backstage, a swagger in his step.)
JR Freeman: Well, that was annoying.
Alfonso Banks: Don’t listen to him, Mr. President! You keep on winning!
Tag-Team Match
Fish n’ Chips (Squid-Man & Spuds Guzman Jr. vs. The Landersons (El & Aaliyah)
(The match begins with El and Spuds in the ring. Spuds starts by throwing some potatoes (figuratively, not literally), and El responds in kind with a dropkick. Spuds bounces off and hits a clothesline. The two go back and forth like this for a while before El tags in Aaliyah.)
JR Freeman: Fish & Chips had better be scared of these two talented athletes! They might be small, but they’re also fast!
Alfonso Banks: That’s true, JR, but are they any match for POTATO POWER?
JR Freeman: I could FEEL the sarcasm emanating off of that.
Alfonso Banks: Could you? Oh good, I was afraid I wasn’t making it clear enough.
(The match continues with Aaliyah hitting a diving hurricanrana to get into the match. Spuds manages to pull himself up and hit a devastating Irish whip. The action is in Spuds’ favour for a good moment, before he walks to the corner and tags in The Squid-Man. The crowd chants “I’m a Squid” as they do a tag team move, sending Aaliyah to the mat. Squid goes for the cover…)
1!
2!
(No, El Landerson runs in to break up the pin! Squid-Man stands up like a squid and locks him in an Octopus stretch! The referee counts to 1, then to 2, proceeding afterwards to 3, and then Squid-Man lets him go. Spuds jumps off the apron, going to the other side to pull El out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: There goes El!
Alfonso Banks: Looks like The Landersons are a lot like Christmas!
JR Freeman: Alf, I swear to god…
Alfonso Banks: Because they’re got No El!
JR Freeman: Why do they pair me with you?
(Squid-Man jumps off the ropes in a very cephalopodic manner, landing a Splash and Burn! The ref counts!)
1!
2!
3!?
(The audience explodes into applause for the two underdogs.)
JR Freeman: Oh Dios Mio! Fish N’ Chips just beat established tag team The Landersons!
Alfonso Banks: Holy FUCK!
JR Freeman: A crude way of putting it, Alf, but I agree, that was absolutely shocking!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, Fish N’ Chips!
(The crowd chants “Fish N’ Chips! Fish N’ Chips!” as the duo celebrates their victory in the center of the ring, Spuds taking a bite out of his ringside potato as they do.)
WINNERS - Fish n’ Chips
...Earlier in the day…
The camera cuts to Heather Haze making her way to the hotel gym. She's dressed in black, loose-fitting, off-shoulder, midriff-baring t-shirt and short black shorts with black and blue cross-trainers, her gym bag slung casually over her shoulder as she heads straight to the treadmill; while eyeing and ogling at some of the few beefcakes working out.
She then drops her bag, before placing the tiny air pods in her ear. She does a few leg stretches to warm up before adjusting the setting on the machine. As she begins to walk, she then exhales out deeply, enjoying the quiet and somewhat relaxing music buzzing in her ear. She continues her set, before breaking into a jog, causing her breasts to heave.. when the machine suddenly stops halfway.
Heather Haze: "What the Hell?"
Heather looks around dumbfounded, before catching sight of Alexis, looking at her PISSED; the power cord dangling in her hand. Heather removes the air pod from her ear, smiling sheepishly like a kid that’s caught sticking a hand inside a cookie jar.
Heather Haze: *gulp* "Look, before you get all mad at me...I just wanna say it was all just a prank."
Alexis crossed her arms and shook her head.
Alexis Makarios: A prank? A PRANK!? You snuck on to my phone… which i now have to PASSWORD PROTECT THANK YOU VERY MUCH… to PRANK Audrey? You tricked her into meeting you in the parking lot thinking she was meeting me. Then you attacked her with a fucking steel pipe! What the fuck, Heather?
Heather rolls her eyes.
Heather Haze: I know how this all looks like…but she was like that when I got there. Someone else got the jump on her. All I wanted was to tell her to stay the hell away from you. I wasn’t really looking to fight her. Honest to god.
Heather raises up her fingers, doing a scout's honor.
Heather Haze: And besides who leaves their phones lying around like that, without a password protect anyway?
Alexis scratched her head a little bit, taking in everything Heather just said.
Alexis Makarios: First off… it didn't have a password because I TRUSTED the people who were near it. I was in the fucking shower and you saw an opportunity. So don't even try to misdirect. I know what you did. Audrey told me herself she SAW you. I just…
Alexis let out a loud, exasperated sigh.
Alexis Makarios: You two are driving me bat shit crazy! I get that you hate each other. Apparently with good reason. But come on… she was willing to try and at least be civil with you… for my SANITY. But you just couldn't let that be? Like what is she doing to you right now? I just… UGH
Heather Haze: Oh come now, you’re just overreacting over some silly stuff. I don’t care if that bitch hates my guts, but I’m not gonna stand here and let her destroy the one thing that means so much to me in the whole world. And that is our friendship and all the work we put in as a tag team. I’m sorry you feel that I need to be all fake and chummy with her.
Heather shakes her head, dialing up the guilt trip.
Alexis Makarios: Don't even… Me being friends with her does not mean you and I are any less friends. Get it through your head, Heather. I can be friends with both of you. And I'm not asking you to be fake or chummy just… STOP TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!? Is that too much to ask?
Alexis rubbed the bridge of her nose a bit
Alexis Makarios: I swear to God you 2 are going to drive me right back the mental hospital. Is that what you want? For me to lose my mind and have another breakdown?
Heather crosses her arms to her chest, cocking her head sideways in a questioning way.
Heather Haze: And who sent you there in the first place huh? It wasn’t me for sure. So far I have been a better friend in all ways. At Crusade, it wasn’t just me cementing my spot at the Elimination Chamber at Demon’s Run. It was ME proving that I am a better friend. Even Jen scoffed at our friendship and I had to bring her down a few pegs for insulting the BOTH of us. And if I have to beat everyone that’s close to you, then so be it. I have no regrets whatsoever.
Heather glares at her smugly, before shrugging her shoulders.
Heather Haze: I just wish sometimes you could make the same effort.
Alexis Makarios: You want me to go around and try to take out anyone who is close to you, like a God damned lunatic? Anyone who says a word to you… just go take em out cuz you can't have any friends other than me. Is that what you want?
Alexis shrugged for a moment
Alexis Makarios: I just… I don't get it. And trust me, I'm super proud of you for beating Jenn. I was rooting for you both cuz you both deserved that chance and that spot. You really did. But Jenn is more than just a friend to me. She is basically my sister. We grew up together. My parents took her in when hers abandoned her. We shared a room in school, for Christ's sake! I'm glad you got in the chamber. I really am. But Audrey has a chance to get in and… well… she's out for blood. If she gets in… she is gonna try and kill you in there. You DO realize that… right?
Heather lets out a giggle in disagreement.
Heather Haze: That is a big ‘IF;….but if she makes it then I won’t be held responsible for what happens to her in the Chamber. And she’ll have to live with that on her conscience…because everything and anything that happens in the Chamber…Demon’s Run…is all fair game.
Alexis Makarios: I just… don't you dare get involved in her match tonight. Or else you will have to answer to ME … and you and I both know how I am when I'm really angry.
Heather opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off.
Alexis Makarios: NO! I don't wanna hear it. Knock the shit off, focus on Demon's Run, and just leave Audrey alone. I'd really like to say both my friends got in and survived the chamber, and one of them won the World Title… ok?
Alexis tilted her head towards her friend, no matter how crazy she is acting, before walking off.
Heather Haze: Fine…whatever.
Heather shakes her head seeing Alexis walk off, before an evil smirk etches on her face. She then puts back her aipods in her ears and continues running on the treadmill.
Meg Reynolds: Here to present our next award, please welcome the PWS: Apex General Manager and Hall of Famer, Laura Phoenix!
(Rev Theory’s “Hell Yeah” plays as Laura steps out onto the stage with a smile on her face. She takes her spot behind the podium.)
Laura Phoenix: One thing that the world of wrestling is all about is moments. What draws people in...is the shocking ones. Over the last few years we have had our fair share of some amazingly over-the-top...”what the fuckery” as we call it in the office. But the fact remains that if it wasn’t for these shocking moments, this would be an awful boring business. Wouldn’t it?
(With that she looks at the envelope in her hand and begins to open it up.)
Laura Phoenix: So without further ado, the winner of the 2021 Shocking Moment of the Year goes to...
(Laura looks down at it and drops her head and groans and in a very low tone you hear...)
Laura Phoenix: ....Mike Hawk.
(As soon as Hawk’s name is called, rather than his standard Superman Theme playing, this time “Hail to the Chief” starts blaring over the speaker system, and Hawk walks out in a full suit, the Collateral Damage championship on one shoulder. Laura sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose as he struts to the stage-side podium.)
JR Freeman: Well, Hawk sure looks proud of himself.
Alfonso Banks: Wouldn’t you!?
(Hawk gets to the podium. Laura hands him his second award of the night and he grins at her, making her roll her eyes. He’s holding his other award in one hand as he stands there, putting it on the podium, a hand on his belt. He smirks.)
Mike Hawk: Well, well, well…
(He holds up the award.)
Mike Hawk: I WAS going to save this announcement for next week, but… since you’re honouring me for it anyway, I figured, let’s make TWO shocking moments.
(He pauses. Laura mouths “Can I go now?” to the camera crew. Hawk raises the belt.)
Mike Hawk: See… I am your Collateral Damage President!
(He pauses, lowering the belt again.)
Mike Hawk: …Not that one! I know who you’re thinking, that’s not who I meant!
(He scrambles to change the subject.)
Mike Hawk: BUT… do you REALLY think I did what I did at Crusade because I wanted to cash in on Mr. Pissed-Offelees? For THIS?
(He grabs onto the belt, showing it to the crowd again.)
Mike Hawk: This isn’t even close to the top belt in PWS: Apex! It’s not even in the top 6! And we don’t even HAVE 6! But you know what it is?
(A smirk comes over his face again.)
Mike Hawk: It’s a stepping stone.
(He pauses, looking over at Laura Phoenix.)
Mike Hawk: A stepping stone for much bigger things. Because, as some of you might know, there was-
(Hawk is suddenly cut off by the sounds of heavy metal music and Otep Shamaya shouting “TRAITORS!” as “Blood Pigs” begins to blare over the PA system. Jonathan Sanders steps onto the stage looking LIVID, his steel-grey eyes fixed on Hawk with a predator’s intensity.)
Jonathan Sanders: What the HELL do you think you’re doing?
(Hawk smirks, opening his mouth as if to reply, but he’s drowned out by the audience, who erupt with thunderous boos and shower Sanders with chants of “OZY-MAN-DIAS! *clap clap clapclapclap*” and “WHERE’S YOUR BELT? WHERE’S YOUR BELT?” Sanders simply glowers as Hawk basks in the adulation, pointing to the belt and mouthing “There it is! I found it, I win!” as he hams it up for the audience. The Lost Cause visibly SEETHES through this entire interaction, but he takes a deep breath in to calm himself as the initial fan reaction slowly dies down.)
Jonathan Sanders: I have often said that I do not DO this to win championships. I have made no secret of my apathy and disdain towards that little gilded trinket…and yet…somehow, because of YOU…I find I can’t maintain those feelings.
(He pauses here, only long enough to gather his thoughts but not quite long enough for the champion to interject.)
Jonathan Sanders: I do not consider myself an arrogant man, Michael. I have no ego to bruise. But when it comes to those who would undermine the message I created ANTITHESIS to spread…those who mock my teachings and work to counteract my goals…in THOSE moments, I let my rage often get the best of me. I find I become that bitter little boy that I once knew, lashing out at the monsters who made his young life Hell. You may not be my monster, Michael Hawk…but you have absolutely made me YOURS.
(Sanders pauses once again, his lips curling into a bitter and derisive smirk.)
Jonathan Sanders: I presume that you were proud of yourself, when you ambushed me that night. I suspect you welled up with some pride to see your “brilliant plan” brought finally to fruition. Even if you did not want that belt, I’d bet that it felt good to TAKE it from me…and that is exactly how I feel now, Michael. That is exactly the feeling I CRAVE, thinking about brutalizing you and making myself a two-time Collateral Damage champion. When I think about the LESSON I could teach you about Icarus, who flew too close to the sun in pursuit of what he thought he always wanted and suffered the most dire of consequences…well, it nearly brings a smile to my face.
(Hawk smirks at this line.)
Mike Hawk: As if you needed to look MORE like a skeleton.
(Sanders simply smirks in response, shaking his head at the childish barb.)
Jonathan Sanders: What I NEED, Michael, is to show you what HAPPENS to those who oppose my will! What I NEED is to watch your meteoric rise halt before it can even truly begin, as the black hole that is ANTITHESIS snuffs out PWS: Apex’s Fastest Rising Star.
(The Horseman of Plague pauses, glaring directly into Mike Hawk’s eyes as he speaks the next line.)
Jonathan Sanders: To put it plainly; I WANT my REMATCH. And you are going to give it to me.
(Hawk holds a finger up, like he wants to make a point.)
Mike Hawk: ACTUALLY… no. I’m not.
JR Freeman: What?
Alfonso Banks: A-ha! I KNEW he had something planned!
JR Freeman: No you didn’t!
Alfonso Banks: Shut up, you don’t know that.
Mike Hawk: See, because as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, Johnny Boy… there is a wrestler on this roster… in fact, he’s the man you want to… um… kill? Impersonate? Have… sex with? Your relationship with him is very unclear, I’m not following it. Is he your son, or…?
(Sanders glares at Hawk as the Collateral Damage Champion fumbles with his words.)
Mike Hawk: …Anyhow, that person is Mack McKane, and he once cashed in something called the Gold Standard clause. It was called that just now. By me. I named it, I expect a royalty cheque!
(Laura Phoenix’s mouth opens wide, before her head goes into her hands as she realizes what’s about to happen.)
Mike Hawk: This clause allows the holder of a lesser championship… such as, say, for example, this one…
(He pats the face of the belt.)
Mike Hawk: …To turn in said belt in exchange for a shot at the world championship!
(The crowd starts cheering, as THEY start to piece together what’s about to happen.)
Mike Hawk: And I happen to know that there’s an Elimination Chamber match coming up at Demon’s Run (copyright trademark) for the PWS: Apex world championship, and it hasn’t been announced who all of the participants are yet!
(Laura Phoenix mouths the words “Oh fuck me!” when Hawk mentions the chamber, and Hawk lays his belt on the podium.)
Mike Hawk: So, I am officially cashing in my Gold Standard clause, and turning in my Collateral Damage Championship for a spot in the elimination chamber match!
JR Freeman: Oh my god!
Alfonso Banks: Holy FUCK!
JR Freeman: You’re… really fond of that phrase, aren’t you Alf?
Alfonso Banks: I think I deserve a catchphrase!
JR Freeman: …You really, REALLY don’t.
(Sanders snarls as he looks at Hawk.)
Mike Hawk: You HAVE to let me do it! You let Mack McKane do it, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that anything a Brit does, a Canadian ALSO gets to do!
(He points at himself when he says the last part of that sentence. Sanders is about to say something, but Hawk stops him, a smirk on his face.)
Mike Hawk: Now how’s THAT for shocking moment of the year?
(Sanders does not react with violence, or with rage, but his face runs the gamut of emotions when Hawk makes this massive revelation. He begins with fury, then through to admiration, followed by sorrow and by loathing…until finally he settles on a simple, eerily-calm smirk, leveling his gaze at Hawk as the audience EXPLODES with applause. They pepper him with chants of “YOU DE-SERVE IT!” and “HO-LY SHIT!”, which the Rising Star of the Year basks in eagerly. Sanders, for his part, allows them a moment to quiet down before he speaks.)
Jonathan Sanders: Allow me to answer your question with one of my own, Michael…
(Sanders’ smirk persists as he locks eyes with the new champion.)
Jonathan Sanders: How is a raven like a writing desk?
Alfonso Banks: Oh! Oh, I know this one! They both have feathers! …Wait, what was the second one again?
JR Freeman: A writing desk.
Alfonso Banks: …Hold on, maybe I need a minute.
(Mike Hawk seems genuinely confused, but before he can answer, Sanders continues.)
Jonathan Sanders: It was a question first posed by Lewis Carroll. The Mad Hatter asks it of Alice when she first ventures into Wonderland, as an illustration of his madness. It is presented as an impossible question; a problem that has no solution, a demonstration of the insanity baked into Carroll’s world.
(Sanders pauses once again, his gaze hardening and smirk flickering into a deep frown as he glares into Hawk’s soul.)
Jonathan Sanders: This is what I will be for YOU.
(Hawk tilts his head, quizzically, but Sanders does not allow him time to interrupt.)
Jonathan Sanders: If you will not allow me to challenge for MY crown once again, then I will be YOUR impossible question. Until I am granted my rematch - or a space in the Elimination Chamber, so I have at least an opportunity to PUNISH you for taking it from me - I will be the problem that you cannot solve. I will be the ever-present riddle that keeps you up at night, the unanswerable thought that drives you into madness! You will not be able to escape me, Michael, just as Alice was perpetually trapped in Wonderland. There IS no way back home for you; when you stepped into the ring with me, you pushed yourself through the looking glass…now it’s only a matter of time before you lose your head.
(With that, Sanders grins, lowering the microphone as his music begins to play again. He shouts to Hawk over the commotion, and the camera picks it up.)
Jonathan Sanders: Enjoy your trophies! I’ll see you in March!
(‘Blood Pigs’ plays as Hawk turns to Laura.)
Mike Hawk: Is he in the Elimination Chamber?
Laura Phoenix: No.
Mike Hawk: Oh, thank fuck. …I mean, um… good! He’d better not be!
(He puts his hands on his hips, as if that somehow makes him look less like he was relieved at first.)
Mike Hawk: Tough words from a guy I beat twice! Well, folks, now that 'Marilyn Manson’s circle-jerking hour' is over, I’d like to thank you all so much for believing in me, and I will consider this acceptance speech as my official election to the position of President of Professional Wrestling, and I will not be taking any further questions. We’re done here.
(He smirks and grabs his two trophies, leaving the belt on the podium as he walks out, “Hail to the Chief” playing again.)
JR Freeman: Truly, has there ever been a human being more unreasonably full of himself than that man right there?
(The camera cuts to the announce table, and Alfonso Banks is literally standing up and saluting. As soon as he realizes he’s on camera, he sheepishly sits down, turning beet red.)
Alfonso Banks: Uhh…no, JR. No there has not.
JR Freeman: And there has never been a bigger simp than my broadcast partner tonight. Jesus Christ, Alf, at least ACT like you have some dignity.
Alfonso Banks: …You only know what ‘simp’ means because your granddaughter looked it up for you.
JR Freeman: Doesn’t mean it’s not true.
(Alf grumbles as ‘Hail to the Chief’ plays Mike Hawk back up the ramp and to the back, basking in the adoration of his fans along the way and absolutely going over the top in his celebration, hogging the stage and the camera until we forcibly cut to commercial.)
Singles Match
Alexis Makarios vs. Kallie Reznik
(This one starts off quickly, with a fired-up Alexis EXPLODING out of her corner at Kallie, who actually seems shocked by the burst of aggression. She doesn't stay on the backfoot long, however, as she’s able to use her speed to her advantage to outmanoeuvre most of Lexi’s offense in the early-going. She’s then able to take the advantage after rolling underneath an attempted Big Boot and countering with a swift Enzuigiri to the back of the head! She then takes the fight to Alexis with her surprisingly robust technical acumen, particularly targeting the legs to set up her Butterfly Effect submission hold. Alexis manages to prove her tenacity by never giving in, though, and powering through the pain of one particularly well-applied kneebar to drag herself (and Kallie) to the ropes, netting a clean break. Both return to their feet and Kallie goes on the offensive again, switching things up and coming at Alexis with a more hit-and-run, high-flying style, trying to disrupt her balance, but this doesn’t pan out incredibly well as Lexi is able to channel her frustration into her brawling, managing to reverse a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors attempt into a VICIOUS Spinning Powerbomb! Lexi then takes a moment to favour her leg, but - following this - pushes through the pain again to capitalize on her momentum, lifting Kallie for a Deadlift Back Suplex that nets a close two!)
(She pounds the mat in frustration and picks Kallie up and the two continue to brawl, with Lexi keeping the advantage thanks to her size. After another near-fall for Lexi following a Spinning Heel Kick/Moonsault pairing - as well as one for Kallie after she reverses a Vertical Suplex attempt into a Falcon Arrow, which she follows up with the Ursa Major, it seems both women are fighting to their absolute limit tonight. The time limit draws ever nearer, as they go long enough to start getting warnings about the time remaining, but neither one seems willing to give up! Another back-and-forth exchange - mired by fatigue beginning to set in, the physicality of this match clearly taking its toll - ends with a BATTLE OF THE ECLIPSES, as each woman hits her finisher on the other in turn. It starts with Kallie nailing “Threads of the Moirai” on Alexis, who kicks out after a VERY close two-and-three-quarters, then is followed by Lexis taking advantage and nailing Kallie with Greetings From Australia! This manages to get a two-and-seven-eights, but still doesn’t end things, and the pair take a moment to lie on the mat and catch their breath together before slowly standing back up. The pair square up, preparing to fight to a time-limit draw as both nod at each other, the timekeeper announcing that only five minutes remain. Kallie extends her hand to Alexis, who contemplates taking it…but before she can, she’s BLINDSIDED by a barbed-wire baseball bat shot from Jonathan Sanders! Before the referee can react or ring the bell, Sanders nails Kallie with the bat as well, sending her to the mat! The referee calls for the bell and officially rules this one a No-Contest by way of interference!)
WINNER - Draw[/color]
(After the bell sounds, Sanders continues his assault, violently pummeling Lexi’s prone body with the barbed wire-wrapped bat. He lets out a sound that’s a mix between a cackle and a shout of fury as he does, then - when Lexi finally goes limp - he turns his gaze on Kallie Reznik. The Lost Cause grabs her by the hair and lifts her head, placing the bloodied bat underneath her face and preparing to Curb Stomp her onto the weapon…but he stops short when Aiden Reynolds sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring! Sanders rolls under the bottom rope and gets out of dodge as Aiden rushes to his girlfriend’s side, but the Lost Cause makes his way to the timekeeper’s table to grab a microphone, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee.)
Jonathan Sanders: How is a raven like a writing desk?
(The crowd pelts him with boos and chants of “YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!” but the Snake of Eden pays them no mind, simply grinning in response to the reaction.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh! Oh, I know this! It’s because they’re both made of wood! …Wait, what was the first one again?
JR Freeman: A raven.
Alfonso Banks: …FUCK! I’m bad at these.
Jonathan Sanders: I TOLD you I will be your impossible question…and I was not speaking solely to Mike Hawk. This message goes out to all of PWS: Apex management; THIS was only the beginning. I will continue to haunt your every dream, I will CONTINUE to be the problem that you cannot solve…until I am given what I want.
(He pauses as he steps over the barricade and begins to walk to the back, turning back to face the ring as EMTs check on both women.)
Jonathan Sanders: You know how to stop this, Alice…what will you do now?
(Sanders drops the microphone and heads to the back now as a Cheshire Cat grin blossoms over his face. We then cut briefly back to the ring to see Aiden Reynolds shouting at him and taunting him to come back and fight. We then cut back to the announce table.)
JR Freeman: This is despicable! Just when I think Jonathan Sanders couldn’t sink any lower, he always proves me wrong.
Alfonso Banks: You’ve got to admit, JR, there’s some sound logic in his strategy here.
JR Freeman: Logic?! What LOGIC could there be in brutalizing these two innocent young women?!
Alfonso Banks: The squeaky wheel gets the grease, JR. IF he causes enough chaos, eventually they’ll have to put him in the Chamber to get him to stop.
JR Freeman: I don’t know about that, Alf…where I come from, squeaky wheels get REPLACED.
(The two continue to banter this way as Riot cuts to a brief commercial break.)
Meg Reynolds: Here to present the PWS: Apex Female of the Year award, once again please welcome Laura Phoenix!
(Laura is already standing at the podium and ready to get right down to work.)
Laura Phoenix: Who runs the world? That’s right! Girls. If it wasn’t for the female species, we would stop existing. So when I say that if it wasn’t for the females of PWS: Apex, there is no telling what we would look like today. Especially looking at our top two champions.
(The cheers come for Sierra and Cleo.)
Laura Phoenix: If there is one thing that I love about this job it is seeing all these strong women walk through these doors and honestly just rule this place. And I think that’s why I was given the chance to present the award for the Female of the Year. And let me tell ya, there were a lot of amazing choices but there can ONLY be one and SHE IS...
(Laura opens up the envelope.)
Laura Phoenix: The one and only, PWS: Apex WORLD Champion, SIERRA WILLIAMS!
(The fans cheer but Sierra doesn’t come out.)
Laura Phoenix: I do know for a fact that we will see Sierra here tonight, but for now I will accept this for her and deliver it personally with honor.
(Sierra’s music plays as Laura heads to the back.
("New Design" by Thousand Foot Krutch blares as Violet is seen marching down the ramp. The crowd seems stunned as she walks around the ring, forcibly takes the ring announcer's microphone out of their hands and slides into the ring. Violet looks back at the ring announcer while holding a finger up.)
Violet Holt: Hey Numb skull, just there and shut up. I can handle the talking from here.
(Violet runs her fingers through her hair before looking towards the stage.)
Violet Holt: I should be standing here with that Collateral Damage belt on my shoulder but that isn't the case. Jonathan Sanders proved to the entire world that one on one, he can't beat me. It's crazy to think that each time he has faced me. One person seems to stick her nose into my business. Where I come from, you continue to get involved in my business then you become a problem. So Miss Puppies, I know your drunken ass is back there. How about you bring your plastic ass out here and tell me why you continue to stick your nose into my business. Or we can just skip all of that horse shit and I can come back there and whip your ass. It's really your choice because no matter what, I'm going to embarrass you once again.
(Violet is seen shaking her head while tapping the microphone next to her cheek.)
Violet: On second thought, I'm done talking.
(Violet throws the microphone down, rolls out of the ring and starts marching back up the ramp.)
(The cameras cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, to present the award for Male Superstar of the Year…
(“Critical Acclaim '' by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the sound system, and the fans erupt with chers, as Nick Madison walks out onto the stage and to the podium. He’s smiling from ear to ear.)
Nick Madison: Damn, that never gets old. Last year, I was honored with earning the title of Male Superstar of the Year. So, this year, I pitched the idea that I present the award to the next honoree…luckily for me, they went with it, and here we are. So, with all tha being said, the winner of the 2021 Male Superstar of the Year is….
(Pausing…)
Nick Madison: JONATHAN SANDERS!
(Sanders strides slowly to the ring, his demeanour surly and standoffish as ever even in the wake of what should be cause for celebration. As he reaches the ring, he takes a moment to glare around the arena as a substantial chorus of “FOR-MER CHAMP-ION! *Clap clap clapclapclap*” and “WHERE’S YOUR BELT? WHERE’S YOUR BELT?” breaks out among the crowd. Sanders simply smirks a chilling smirk in response to this second question, shaking his head as he rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope. In one smooth motion, he rolls back to his feet and RIPS the microphone away from Josiah Cena, raising it to his lips as his steel-grey eyes harden.)
Jonathan Sanders: I do not DO this for ACCOLADES. I do not burn the world because I expect that you will LAUD me for it…I do it because it is necessary.
(The crowd peppers Sanders with mostly boos, but a surprising contingent of cheers accompany them from the more bloodsport-inclined segment of the audience.)
Jonathan Sanders: However…
(As Sanders briefly pauses, his lips grow into a familiar sardonic smirk, the merest hint of sadistic self-satisfaction glinting in his eyes.)
Jonathan Sanders: This trophy is an indication that my message is spreading. Your willing selection of the Snake of Eden, a fully self-professed LOST CAUSE as the face of professional wrestling…validates everything I have said about this bloated, rotting business. It is a sign that our numbers are growing; that more and more downtrodden and forgotten souls have embraced ANTITHESIS as a way of life. A sign that the virus I’ve injected into the veins of professional wrestling has finally blossomed into the Plague that it was always meant to be. And it is…glorious.
(He pauses again, the smirk having bloomed into a full-blown chilling grin. He takes a long moment to inhale, basking in the occasion more than ANYONE expected, then slowly exhales as his expression returns to the bitter, smoldering fury we have all come to expect. Sanders pivots on his heel, then, and SNATCHES the trophy from the podium before he turns to leave the ring…but the fans cause him to pause, erupting into chants of “MIKE HAWK! MIKE HAWK! MIKE HAWK! MIKE HAWK!” The Lost Cause whirls around again, his face contorted into a violent and LIVID frown…before slowly inhaling once again and allowing an eerie sense of calm to pass over his body. He raises the microphone once more, delivering one final missive.)
Jonathan Sanders: Pour acclaim on your false idol all you wish, it will not change what I have done. Once the infection takes hold, it CANNOT be cured by mortal means. I have shown the world that there is a better way to live than simply accepting our vicious, broken system, and the seed of that idea cannot ever be uprooted. So lavish the parody with praise, fall deeper in the thrall of his vapid, narcissistic posturing…but know that there are those among you who will always speak my Truth. Know that there WILL come a reckoning for all who stand in the path of the gathering storm that is ANTITHESIS…and as long as we draw breath, remember you will never, EVER be safe. Remember you were WARNED, Mike Hawk, and ALL who would oppose my vision, ALWAYS bear in mind that I TOLD you what would happen…
(Sanders’ frown has deepened here, and his steel-grey eyes glare daggers through the hard cam as he speaks his final words.)
Jonathan Sanders: And now it’s FAR too late…to run.
(Sanders drops the microphone and steps out of the ring as “Blood Pigs” begins to blare over the speakers again, his lips curling into a psychotic half-smile as he makes his way back up the ramp, turning and holding the trophy aloft for one brief moment before we cut back to a baffled and disturbed Josiah Cena in the ring.)
JR Freeman: Well, certainly strong words from the former Collateral Damage Champion there, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: You said it, JR; I think Josiah Cena LOOKS the way I FEEL right now.
JR Freeman: I’ll tell you one thing: I’d hate to be Mike Hawk in the coming weeks.
Alfonso Banks: You know what, JR? Just this once…I think I’d have to agree.
Singles Match
Aiden Reynolds vs. Alexander Lyons
(The match starts with both guys hitting a few fast moves, as they battle back and forth. Lyons takes control in the early going, starting to build momentum, he got a near fall after nailing a huge lariat. The two continued to battle, as Aiden started making a comeback. A small breather for both came when they both went for and hit a double clothesline.)
JR Freeman: Man, this has been a great, hard-hitting match.
Alfonso Banks: We knew it would be with these two. I’m sure there’s still plenty of animosity left over from the past couple months with the tag titles. They really are putting on a great show tonight.
(The match continues with both guys getting near falls, but in the end, it comes down to Aiden hitting the Down Unda, and going for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!!
JR Freeman: And there we have it! Aiden Reynolds gets a win over Alexander Lyons.
Alfonso Banks: That was a great match, and you know Aiden has to feel great about getting the win. I, personally, am looking forward to the Commonwealth and Antithesis doing battle again. But I guess we’ll see.
WINNER - AIDEN REYNOLDS
(The cameras cut to the podium at the top of the ramp, with Ambika Renton standing there, ready to present.)
Ambika Renton: What can I say about the 2021 Match of the Year? Because there were so many amazing matches throughout the year, I am honored to say I got a front row seat to watch all these history making matches. But, only one was voted on by you fans as the Match of the Year… so let’s see which match that is! The 2021 Match of the Year winner is…
(She opens the envelope and reads the name)
Ambika Renton: Sierra Williams and Heather Haze at Rise 2 Glory!
(Heather Haze rushes out and takes the trophy in both her hands, beaming with pride and joy, as she approaches the podium)
Heather Haze: I just KNEW our match would win. I mean, it was clearly the best match in the history of the company. Mostly because I was involved. But that doesn’t matter, because I have this beautiful trophy to remind me how much you all love me.
(Heather playfully blows kisses towards the boo’ing crowd before disappearing backstage with the trophy in hand. Ambika stands there, a little confused)
Ambika Renton: And on that note…
(She takes her leave from the podium as the show cuts to a commercial)
JR Freeman: Welcome back from commercials… I am being told that there is something going on backstage… so let’s check in and see what is going on.
(The cameras cut to the tron, which opens backstage to Heather Haze clutching onto the 'Match of The Year' trophy in her hand, looking all brash and cocky with herself. She's dressed in a royal purple off-shoulder, midriff baring sweater and short, black, pleated miniskirt with her signature stilettos as she gallantly makes her way to Sierra Williams' locker room.)
(When she reaches her door, she just barges herself in without even knocking.)
Heather Haze: Hey Williams??...you in here?? Come out, come out wherever you are…
(There is an audible groan from around the corner as Sierra Williams, PWS Apex world champion steps around the corner looking less than impressed. She raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.)
Sierra Williams: No no no….I know why you’re here. We won the match of the year and you’re here to accept it with me right? Look, just because we won something and it involves BOTH of us doesn’t mean we have to stand in the same general area or talk or do a goddamn thing….so turn your happy ass back around and remove yourself from my locker room…
(She pauses for a moment and sneers.)
Sierra Williams: In other words…BEGONE THOT
(Heather lets out a fake laugh before rolling her eyes at Sierra and glaring at her.)
Heather Haze: Don't flatter yourself, cupcake. Wasn’t really planning on wasting away MY spotlight let alone perfectly good oxygen with the likes of you. But, since I've graced you with my presence...I just wanna say to you, face-to-face, one bitch-to-another-- I don't like you....I never have and probably never will, and I can't wait to wipe that stupid ass grin off your face inside of that chamber match.
(Heather then sizes up Sierra, staring at her championship belt smugly.)
Heather Haze: Y'know I can just picture it now. Me walking out of Demon's Run with the PWS World Title around this gorgeous sexy waist of mine, and leaving you in a puddle of your own vomit and piss as you bleed out of your own ass.
(Heather then dangles the trophy in front of Sierra's face in an attempt to infuriate her.)
Heather Haze: Oh and by the way... I am keeping this trophy. For myself. I am far too deserving of this for carrying you to a five-star-match.
Sierra Williams: Carrying?...
(Sierra sneers and clears her throat before suddenly jumping at Heather, the two women throwing hard right hands over and over again and grabbing at everything from hair to clothes all the while punching and kicking at each other. Suddenly the doors fly open and various PWS Apex officials flood the area pulling the two women apart as we cut to ringside)
JR Freeman: Well… that was something!
Alfonso Banks: It’s no secret that these two hate each other. And I think the only person who hates Heather more than Sierra… is Audrey.
JR Freeman: No love lost there! Not at all!
(The cameras cut back to the arena, as we see Josiah Cena back at the podium on the stage.)
Josiah Cena: We’ve seen a lot of great champions this past year, and a lot of long, dominant reigns. The winner of Champion of the year is…well, honestly, no surprise. The winner of the 2021 Champion of the Year Award is…
(Again, pausing.)
Josiah Cena: SIERRA WILLIAMS!
(We cut backstage to find Sierra Williams the PWS Apex world champion, a smile on her face as she laughs under her breath and folds her arms over her chest.)
Sierra Williams: Well, are we really surprised?....Not just that I am still the PWS Apex world champion but also that after the year I just had, who didn't see me getting awards? Huh?
(She pauses and waits for answers that wont come.)
Sierra Williams: Feud of the year, match of the year, female of the year and champion of the year. There shouldn't have been a doubt. Mack and I went to war, Heather Haze and I put on a clinic, I was the best of the best regardless of gender and considering I am rapidly approaching a year as the PWS Apex champion and I am the longest reigning....it was academic.
(She smiles and throws her hands in the air.)
Sierra Williams: You'd think with my accolades and the awards that I'd be almost done right?. You're wrong. I am just getting started. I have goals on the horizon, not only to continue being the champion but also to help this company grow and continue becoming the force it should be...and I will not stop...I will not slow down....2021 was great...2022?...it'll be even better...
Main Event
Demon’s Run Elimination Chamber Qualifying Match
Singles Match
Audrey Russow vs. Bella Madison
(The cameras cut back to Meg Reynolds in the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Meg Reynolds: And it is a qualifying match for the Elimination Chamber match at Demon’s Run! Introducing the competitors…
(The arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day’s “Shut up” begins to blare.)
“Twisted and dirty
Think that you know me
That you control me
Have it figured it out
Boy I'm not breaking
Better get praying
You need the saving
To keep you devout”
(The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.)
“I told you once
I told you twice
I can't be tricked
Can't be hypnotized
You tell me I'm pretty when
I'm sitting here in silence”
(The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with an updated version of her mom’s old ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.)
“Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me
You got the picture painted all wrong
No, I won't be your masterpiece
Don't feed me lies
I'll chew them up and spit em out
Don't try and tell me what a girl wants
Shut up and give it to me”
(Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out. The lights go out again, as the tron illuminates with the lighting of a match, as we hear the voice of Audrey Russow.)
*I. Am. The Fire.*
(And with that, pyro explodes from the stage, as “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy plays over the sound system, and Audrey walks out onto the stage. Again, she’s wearing the black sleeveless Russow hoddie, with her skull facemask on, as she makes her way do the ramp, as the fans cheer and sing along to her music. She slides into the ring, and stares across at Bella, as her music fades.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from New York, New York…Bella Madison!
(The fans cheer, though, there are some boos in there, but still the majority are positive reactions.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…Audrey Russow!
(The fans cheer, as Audrey gives them a little wave. Reynolds leaves the ring, as the ref checks with both competitors, before calling for the bell.)
*DING DING*
JR Freeman: And here we go with our main event of the evening!
Alfonso Banks: Oooooo this one’s gonna be good!
(The two circle around in the ring, before Bella extends her hand, as Audrey looks at it for a moment, before extending hers and shaking Bella’s quickly.)
JR Freeman: Well, at least they’re starting with good sportsmanship.
Alfonso Banks: We’ll have to see if that’s still the case after the match.
(The two take a few moments, gearing up for a fight, before they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Audrey maneuvers Bella into a headlock, before shoves her off into the ropes. Audrey bounces off the ropes, and Bella goes for a clothesline, but Audrey ducks under, and spins around to lock behind Bella, going for a belly to back suplex, but Bella blocks it, and performs a standing switch. She goes for a suplex of her own, but Audrey manages to flip out of it when she brings her up, and land behind Bella. Bella’s momentum causes her to fall to the mat quickly, and Audrey delivers a vicious kick to the back that can be heard echoing throughout the arena.)
JR Freeman: JESUS! There was some STANK on that kick!
Alfonso Banks: ….really? Stank? Really?
JR Freeman: What would you have me say?
Alfonso Banks: I…I dunno…but anything but that!
(Beella makes it back to her feet, her back still stinging from the kick, as the two start exchanging right hand shots, which you can really feel there’s some malice behind each shot. Whether it be the competitive sides of both girls getting the best of them, or some underlying issues they have with one another, each of the shots were carrying a punch with them, no pun intended. Bella manages to block a shot from Audrey, and goes on a quick strike tirade, before knocking Audrey down with a leg sweep. She goes to get Audrey, but Audrey flips her over with a modified monkey flip. However, Bella manages to land on her feet, so now it’s Audrey who has to take her down with a leg sweep. Both girls get to their feet, as Audrey brings Bella down with an arm drag, but Bella gets right back up and answers with an arm drag of her own. The two get back to their feet, and Audrey goes for a clothesline, but Bella ducks under and grabs Audrey from behind, lifting her for a belly to back suples, but Audrey flips out and lands on her feet, grabbing Bella for a suplex of her own, but this time Bella flips out, landing on her feet, as the fans cheer in approval.)
JR Freeman: The fans showing their appreciation for both women here, as they’re both putting on a great performance.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed!
(The two lock up, as Audrey tries to get into a position for a vertical suplex, but Bella blocks it, goes for one of her own, and Audrey blocks, so they break the grip. They lock up again, and Bella manages to shove Audrey down onto the mat. As Audrey is sitting up, Bella runs to the ropes and comes back with a sickening kick of her own to the back, as the sound of the connection echoes throughout the building.)
JR Freeman: DIOS MIO! That had some…malice on it!
Alfonso Banks:...Better!
JR Freeman: Shaddup!
(Bella smirks, as Audrey winces in pain from the kick. Bella goes for a cover.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
(Bella shrugs, as if she knew that wasn’t going to be enough to win. She gets Audrey back to her feet, and the two start exchanging right hand shots again. But, this time it’s Audrey who just grabs Bella, and forces her down with a uranage, and she goes for a pin.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
(Audrey gets back to her feet, as does Bella, and Audrey continues the attack. She brings Bella down to the mat with an arm drag, and Bella gets back up quickly only to get another arm drag. Audrey drops an elbow into Bella, before getting her back up to her feet. Bella manages to kick Audrey in the knee, and delivers the Bella Aube hurricanrana, as she lies there for a moment, catching her breath.)
JR Freeman: Bella Aube! That usually sets up for the Bella Notte! The end could be near for Audrey Russow.
(Bella takes a moment to get to her feet, and goes to get Audrey in position for the Bella Notte, but Audrey fights out of it before Bella can get it locked in. Audrey scrambles to the ropes, helping herself up, as the two get back to the center of the ring. They start exchanging knee strikes to the gut, before Audrey sends Bella to the ropes, but Bella manages to come back and hit a slingblade on Audrey. Bella waits little time going over to the turnbuckle and climbing to the top. She leaps off, rotating in the air, and coming down with the Segond Gen Phoenix Splash, but Audrey rolls out of the way at the very last second, and Bella crashes to the mat!)
JR Freeman: Oh! No one home for the Second Gen!
Alfonso Banks: Let’s see what Audrey can do with this moment!
(Both girls are absolutely gassed, as Audrey takes a moment before getting to her feet, as does Bella. The two lock up once more, but Bella delivers a knee to the gut, and grabs Audrey in position for the Ashes to Ashes DDT.)
JR Freeman: Ashes to Ashes coming!
(Before Bella can drop, Audrey spins out of the move, and in one swift motion, grabs Bella, and plants her with the Ashes of Eden! She goes for the pin.)
JR Freeman: Wait! No! Ahes of Eden!
Alfonso Banks: That was a beautiful reversal!
1…
2…
3!!!
(The fans cheer, as the bell sounds.)
JR Freeman: My God! What a match! Hat’s off to both of these ladies tonight, as they put on one hell of a show!
Alfonso Banks: I couldn’t agree more, JR!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner…AUDREY RUSSOW!
WINNER - AUDREY RUSSOW
(Bella rolls out of the ring, leaving Audrey in the ring to celebrate, as her music plays. Suddenly, her music cuts, and “Go To Sleep” by Eminem starts to play, and the crowd starts to buzz with anticipation, as Sierra Williams walks out onto the stage, holding up her World Championship title.)
JR Freeman: Oooo a message from the champ. You want it? Come take it.
(For a moment, Audrey and Sierra stare at each other, before Audrey is attacked from behind by Heather Haze.)
JR Freeman: Oh, what the hell!? Come on, for Christ sakes!
(All the cheers that were going for the staredown between Audrey and Sierra instantaneously turn to massive boos, as Haze kicks Audrey. Sierra wastes no time, and makes a bee line to the ring, running Haze off. She helps Audrey up.)
JR Freeman: Well, at least there’s SOME good sportsmanship in the chamber.
(Aaaand with that, Sierra drops Audrey with the Calgary Cutter…)
Alfonso Banks: Youuuuu were saying?
(Sierra smirks, and motions her hands, signifying she is the champ, as she gets out of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Well, I really guess you can’t trust anyone! Folks, that’s all the time we have for tonight, but I do hope you’ve enjoyed the show. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fall out when we come back to you in two weeks, as we get 2022 underway. Until then, be safe, and be kind to one another. So long, and goodnight!
(There is a last shot of Audrey sitting up in the ring, as it cuts to a last shot of Sierra on the ramp, raising her title high in the air, as the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, and the show goes off the air.)
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