Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Feb 18, 2022 2:40:42 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents: Riot
Tuesday, February 15th, 2022
American Airlines Center - Dallas, Texas
KABOOM! BLAMMO! BO-WOOOM! KABLAM! BA-BA-BLOOEY! KRAKAKOOOM! KAZAMMO! BLAM! KABLOOEY-BLAM-BLAM-BLAMMERINO! KAPOW! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
(As the PWS: Apex opening montage comes to an end with that RESOUNDING pyrotechnics display, the sound of “Trials” by Starset continue to play over the audience as the camera pans through the crowd, showing everybody on their feet bearing merch and signage for the show. We swiftly cut from the cheering fans to our English-language announce table, where the familiar faces of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks sit to welcome us to the show.)
JR Freeman: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another pulse-pounding edition of PWS: Apex RIOT! We are just two shows away from our biggest event of the winter, Demon’s Run, and the absolutely STACKED Elimination Chamber match to determine who walks away with the PWS: Apex World Championship!
Alfonso Banks: You’re absolutely right, JR, and things are heating up here for sure!
JR Freeman: They are indeed, Alf; in the wake of the unmitigated rampage of the former Collateral Damage champion, Jonathan Sanders, we have every member of the Chamber finally set, and some HUGE matches for tonight as well, as the Lost Cause himself takes on none other than one half of the former PWS World Tag Team Champions, Aiden Reynolds.
Alfonso Banks: One of Sanders’ first victims in this twisted little game was Aiden’s girlfriend Kallie Reznik, so you KNOW the Aussie’s gonna be looking for some payback tonight, JR. This one is bound to be violent, and I can’t wait!
JR Freeman: Well, SPEAKING of Kallie Reznik, the Butterfly herself will be facing off against PWS: Apex United Champion Cleo Phillips in the first of our two co-Main Events, a Beat the Clock Challenge pitting the United Champ against her upcoming challenger at Demon’s Run, Alexis Makarios!
Alfonso Banks: A “Beat the Clock Challenge''? What the hell does THAT mean? Whoever has the shortest match wins?
JR Freeman: You’re close, Alf; basically, Cleo Phillips is competing to see if she can beat Kallie Reznik faster than Makarios can beat HER opponent, the PWS: Apex World Champion, Sierra Williams in our OTHER co-Main Event!
Alfonso Banks: …Goddamn, JR, beating EITHER of those women would be a Herculean challenge in itself, but to do it on a time limit? I don’t envy the champion OR her challenger tonight!
JR Freeman: Neither do I, Alf, but before we can get to EITHER of those matches we’ll be kicking things off with some fantastic tag team action between two PWS veterans and one of its hottest up-and-coming teams, as The Society take on Bella Madison and Malachi, now going by the team name Sass-N-Bash!
Alfonso Banks: Sassafras?
JR Freeman: No, it’s…y’know what? Nevermind, let’s just go to Meg Reynolds in the ring and start this show off right!
TAG TEAM MATCH
The Society (Ella Singleton and Jasmine Philips) vs. Sass-N-Bash (Bella Madison and Malachi)
(The match starts off with Bella and Ella in the ring, squaring off.)
Alfonso Banks: Bella and Ella in the ring at the same time… that’s gonna get us tongue tied.
JR Freeman: And that’s why we sometimes use last names… just sayin…
(Ella and Bella battle back and forth for a few minutes before Bella tags in Malachi. Malachi takes Ella down with a very heavy hitting clothesline and drops for a quick pin.)
1… KICKOUT!
(Ella and Malachi fight back and forth for about a minute before Ella tries to tag out. Malachi doesn’t allow this, doing everything in his power to keep her from tagging out. She tries to kick him in the gut, but he grabs her foot. He then drags her, as she hops on one foot, to his own corner where he tags in Bella. Bella hops to the top rope and comes down with a crossbody on Ella, going for another pin.)
1…2… kickout!
(Ella kicks out at 2. In their corner, Jasmine is throwing a fit trying to encourage Ella to get the tag. She reaches out as far as she can to try and get the tag. Bella scoffs as she stands between the two. Ella manages to knock Bella down, and hop up and quickly get a tag! The fresh Ivory jumps the ropes and rushes over, going for a quick roll up pin on Bella!)
1… KICKOUT!
(Bella kicks out and Jasmine keeps the pressure on Bella, who eventually manages to get some offense in, giving her a second to tag out to Malachi. Malachi rushes the ring and takes down Jasmine before quickly checking on Bella. Bella gives Malachi a nod saying is ok, and he focuses back on Jasmine. After several minutes, he gets her in position and takes her down with a wicked looking “Hair Trigger” He looks to the corner and Bella nods, as if she knew exactly what he was getting at. She hopped up to the top rope and jumps, connecting with a beautiful Second Gen! Malachi drops for the pin.)
1…
(Ella tries to rush the ring, but is stopped by Bella!)
2…3!!!
DING DING DING
WINNER -SASS-N-BASH (BELLA MADISON AND MALACHI)
(Following the win, the referee raises Bella and Malachi’s hands in victory and turns to check on Ivory. Bella skips over and calls for a couple of microphones.)
JR Freeman: Well it appears that the victors have something on their minds.
(Bella meets Mal back in the ring and they smile at each other as she hands Malachi a microphone.)
Malachi: And that is what we call ‘Making a statement’! Eh? I do hope that everyone was paying very close attention to what just happened here. This right here, is absolute PROOF that while you knock us down, you will never keep us there.
Bella Madison: PWS: Apex has officially been introduced to the one and only Sass-n-Bash. No gimmicks needed, we tell ya who we are and what we do and if ya don’t like it...well, I don’t know what to tell ya.
Malachi: Not like we need to explain shit to anyone anyways. But to keep from going over on time I think we need to cut to the chase.
(Bella smirks at hime.)
Bella Madison: Fiiiiiiiiine, there is still a lot more show to go but ANTITHESIS!!!! YOU FUCK STICKS LISTENING OUT THERE?!
(Mal can’t help but shake his head for a moment.)
Malachi: We couldn’t help notice that last week your good buddy Alexander Lyons threw out a little something into the void to see if anything would stick.
Bella Madison: And seeing as either one of us don’t have to worry about the Elimination Chamber...
(They look at each other for a moment before looking back right at the camera.)
Bella & Malachi: Challenge accepted.
(“Entertain You” by Within Temptation blares as the two celebrate a little bit more before heading to the back.)
JR Freeman: And just like that we have a Tag Team Championship match for Demon’s Run!
Alfonso Banks: But wait...isn’t Lyons’ partner IN the Main event?!?
JR Freeman: Sykes is...I guess we’re gonna have to find out if he can fill that partnership up with someone else from Antithesis or if he will have to go solo sooner or later.
(We are in back where everyone's favorite hero Dylan Howell is getting ready for his match against Shawn Young and Dan Adler. Along with Dylan as always are his two best friends that he has known for all of three weeks, Will S. Reston and Fred Fredrick Hogan in the locker room. The guys are discussing “ring attire” if you can call it that as they are almost ready to go out to the ring for Dylan’s match, changing behind a wall in the middle of the room. Currently, Will and Fred are having second thoughts while Dylan? If you know Dylan Howell at all you know that he never has any second thoughts in any situation.)
Will: So Dylan, like are you sure that you really want the three of us to do this?
Dylan: What exactly do you mean guy?
Will: Well wearing this out to the ring during the Olla Rumble was one thing. Those people were not your bosses like people that will be in the arena tonight. They might not really like this and the last thing that we want is for you to get fired or something dude. Then, all we would have left is reefer and babes.
Fred: Yeah dude, like I want to go with Dylan to the ring to watch him wrestle and stuff, but I want the babes even more.
Dylan: Ladies and jellybeans, relax and trust me.
Will: Dylan, neither one of us is a lady dude.
Fred: Yeah, these are not lady parts dude.
Dylan: Fine! No ladies, just jelly beans. That is not what really matters though. The point is you need to trust Dylan, because he would never steer you guys the wrong way. There are many things that I know many things about and one of the things that I know is how good we look in these outfits headed for the ring! So what are we waiting for? Let's go! The babes are waiting!
(Led by Dylan, all three men come out from behind a wall to reveal they are all dressed in not mankinis (Thank God!) but instead TOGAS. But wait there’s more! Because these are special togas equipped with signs right over the man parts that say SMALL THINGS with an arrow pointing down underneath this.
If you are thinking you cannot unsee this, you would be right! Looking over the three of them Will somehow seeing the signs in particular becomes very impressed.)
Will: DUDE! Small Things?! It is just like that old song!
Fred: I remember that song Dude! It’s by Blink 182!
(It was bound to happen and Dylan breaks into song with Will and Fred joining in.)
All Three:
“All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting
Commiserating
Say it ain't so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na!!”
Dylan: Now are we ready guys?!
Will and Fred: Yeah!
(The guys leave the locker room headed for the ring screaming “TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!” God help us all!)
(The scene opens up to the back where Miss Puppies is standing with Tayna Reihl)
Tayna Reihl: Hello everyone and welcome to Riot! I’m Tayna and I’m standing here with PWS Veteran Miss Puppies, who called me here because she has something she wants to say.
(Tayna held the mic towards Miss Puppies, who scowled.)
Miss Puppies: Of course I have something to say! See, Violet Amelia Shit … I mean … HOLT … has been a thorn in my side for over 2 months now. She cost me my chance at that Collateral Damage Title. Because of that match, I was out with a minor injury for a few weeks. I came back in a glorious fashion at Crusade where, yes, I got her back and cost HER her shot at the same belt. It was funny as hell!
Tayna Reihl: I didn’t find it funny.
Miss Puppies: And I don’t find you entertaining at all. As I was saying. But could that bitch leave well enough alone? NO! She sure as fuck couldn’t. She called me out. Shit got real. But the point of all of this is that Violet doesn’t mean shit to me. Hell, she IS shit. I could video tape myself taking a wicked dump and it would score more views online than any promo her boring ass has put out there. She wrestles like shit, she looks like shit, and god DAMN she smells like shit too.
(Puppies chuckles to herself, proudly.)
Miss Puppies: In fact, come with me. I have something I need to show you.
(She motions for the camera to follow her. She goes around the corner and through the door to the ladies room. She kicks in one of the stalls and points to the toilet with the lid down.)
Miss Puppies: I was just minding my own business today… came in here to drop a massive Taco Bell shit, lifted the lid and saw THIS…
(She lifts the lid, and instead of whatever you thought would be in there, there was a picture of Violet Amelia Holt taped over the seat. Miss Puppies let out uproarious laughter.)
Miss Puppies: I TOLD YOU! SHE’S SHIT!
(Puppies laughed as the cameras cut to ringside)
TRIPLE THREAT
Dan Adler vs. Shawn Young vs. Dylan Howell
(This match is, frankly, fucking buck-wild from minute one. The…shall we say “intense”? Personality of Dylan Howell, the intense and fast-paced in-ring style of Shawn Young and the creative, entertaining antics of Dan Adler come together beautifully to create a cavalcade of wrestling chaos the likes of which the PWS faithful haven’t seen in some time. Each man spends some time in control, showing off their unique skill sets and wowing the audience, but nobody manages to take any kind of early advantage because every time they start to build up any sort of momentum or get a cool exchange going, Dylan Howell finds some way to cock it up. From slipping and falling off the top rope when attempting a Superplex, pulling Dan Adler down with him and PINNING HIMSELF for a close two, all the way to challenging the referee to a game of tag and sprinting in circles around the ring to the chagrin and distraction of his two opponents, Howell certainly keeps things entertaining! The crowd loves it, of course, almost as much as they love Shawn Young. The Young Hit Wonder comes off looking particularly good going into the midpoint of this one, getting the crowd fired-up for his return with the same high octane offense which has made him a fan favourite so far. He has some incredible exchanges with Dan Adler, with the two trading kicks and Suplexes as Young uses his speed advantage to keep Daddy Dan on the backfoot while Adler uses his size advantage to power Young around the ring. This culminates in a BIG spot where Dan Adler CATCHES Shawn Young out of the air when he attempts a Springboard Moonsault and instead nails him with a Rope-Assisted Running Powerslam! Dylan Howell squeals and shouts “GROUP HUG!” before leaping off the top rope to land on top of the pair, breaking up the count at two and causing all three men to lay on the mat in a heap.)
JR Freeman: Well that was certainly an…interesting maneuver.
Alfonso Banks: They told me Dylan Howell was crazy, JR, but I was expecting more like Jonathan Sanders “literally jump off the roof of the arena to beat my opponent” crazy, not…“deranged circus clown on amphetamines” crazy.
JR Freeman: Crazy he may be, Alf, but the man’s accomplishments speak for themselves!
Alfonso Banks: I’ll…take your word for it, JR.
(As the three get back to their feet, a three-way chop battle ensues, which devolves into a literal flailing slap fight between Dan Adler and Dylan Howell. The crowd guffaws at this before Shawn Young comes off the top to nail them both with a Springboard Moonsault, sending the pair to the floor! He then slowly returns to his feet and leaps off to hit Dylan Howell with the Young Hit Press, but only nets a two before the wily veteran gets his foot on the bottom rope! Things then continue between Young and Howell for a while as Adler recuperates outside of the ring, with Howell beginning the baffling and stymying tactic of INSISTING on trying to take off Shawn Young’s left boot. This actually results in some surprisingly technical wrestling from the wildman, as he systematically targets the leg with elbows, knees and submission holds designed to weaken Young enough that he can’t fight to keep his boot on. He eventually succeeds in getting the boot off, then seems to forget why he wanted it and flings it into the crowd, locking Young in a Single-Leg Boston Crab and beginning to TICKLE HIS BARE FOOT THE WHOLE TIME LIKE A FIVE-YEAR-OLD! Young confusingly laughs and writhes in pain from the bizarre submission, but eventually manages to roll out of it and floor Howell with a snap Backflip Kick!)
Alfonso Banks: I…what the hell did we just watch, JR?
JR Freeman: Some damn fine professional wrestling?
Alfonso Banks: *audible sigh* Yeah, alright, I mean why the hell not at this point?
(Things start to get more serious as Dan Adler gets back in the ring, taking his opponent’s to task with his own hard-hitting technical style, but his momentum quickly vanishes when Dylan Howell sends him careening into the ropes as Shawn Young goes for another springboard move, sending the Young Hit Wonder crashing to the floor and Dan Adler reeling backwards into the GUILTY PLEASURES! Howell German Suplexes Adler once, twice, three times, four times, FIVE times - enough to make the audience laugh, get bored, boo, and then laugh again - culminating in a TENTH German Suplex to round out the full extent of the move! The conclusion is pretty much foregone after that, as Howell shrugs, goes for the cover and nets a
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!)
WINNER - DYLAN HOWELL
(The camera opens to Heather glaring icily at the backstage workers who had held the doors open for the wheelchair-bound brunette . She'd taken to social media, making NO secret of her 'back pain’ as she sorely rolled into the American Airlines Center, pushing the chair forward with every grimace shown on her face while her legs pressed stiffly to the footrests of her chair without even so much as a hint of movement.)
Heather Haze: I HATE Audrey SO MUCH. I HATE Sanders too....Damn them BOTH for what they did to me.
(She mauled, giving her head a disapproving shake while Alexis listened with an eye roll.)
Heather Haze: But MOST of all I HATE the way that these idiots all keep staring and gawking at me like I need their stupid pity..
(She sighed, dramatically, before turning her attention to Alexis.)
Heather Haze: But at least you managed to throw that emo dweeb's ass over the ropes at that battle royal. That sorta made up for the absolute shitty week I've been having.
(Alexis grinned wide, thinking back to what she did in the PWE Olla-Rumble.)
Alexis Makarios: Felt great, that’s for sure. That bastard had it coming. First he ruined my match… then you and Audrey…
(Alexis could feel Heather’s eyes glare at her.)
Alexis Makarios: Are you sure you should even be in the arena tonight? Didn’t the doctor say you needed to REST?
Heather Haze: And miss out on my bestie giving that tramp Sierra an ass kicking of a lifetime to remember by? I don’t friggin think so. I wouldn’t miss it for the entire world.
(Heather snickered, but then looked down at the chair and sighed.)
Heather Haze: I just wish I could come down to the ring with you to give you an assist instead of being trapped in this stupid ass wheelchair..
(Heather frowned, gesturing to the chair she was sitting in. She then brought her hands back to the wheels of the chair, beginning to push forward while her lips tensed up slightly, trying to resist letting her voice shake or her eyes begin to water. Not again. She was too proud to show any signs of weakness. She had a lot of dignity to protect, as she somewhat forced a smile while gazing up at Alexis.)
Heather Haze: But since you’ve been on quite the roll I’m sure you’ll give that hussy a run for her money and one up on Cleo with this beat the clock bet you guys got going.
Alexis Makarios: That’s the plan… and I appreciate that you want to try and help me but… I don’t NEED the help, Heather. This is my time to shine, and I don’t want to risk anything going wrong. I love that you want to help. I really do. But I need to do this on my own, prove that I can. So please… promise me you won’t do anything crazy?
(Heather frowned, rolling her head back slightly.)
Heather Haze: Umm, Hello! I’m pretty much ‘useless’ as it is thanks to Your pal Audrey and that asshat Sanders!
Alexis Makarios: Not to sound like a bitch, but you KINDA had it coming from Audrey. You have attacked her, unprovoked, several times in the last few weeks. You think she wasn’t going to retaliate at some point?
Heather Haze: She did make good on her promise, didn’t she? I bet she feels sooo good for bashing my back with a steel chair that I can’t bend nor lay down flat on my back without it being so friggin painful. And believe me It hurts like hell! But come Demon’s Run I’ll be at 100% and I am gonna wreck her inside that Chamber. And there’s not a damn thing that anyone’s gonna do to try and stop me.
Alexis Makarios: I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told her. Demon’s Run… that Elimination Chamber? It's free for all. I fully expect you guys to try and murder each other in there. I’m not doing a thing to stop it for either side. What happens… happens. So good luck, because I know you two both have a lot of hatred towards each other, both are very headstrong, and both are VERY pissed off. And it’s about time things came to blows like this. So hopefully after, you two can STOP driving me bonkers?
(Heather rolled her eyes, as she folded her arms under her chest and pouted.)
Heather Haze: Very well…I suppose so. Any-who You should probably get ready for your match with Sierra. Don’t worry… I promise I’m gonna stay put out here and not do ‘anything crazy’.
Alexis Makarios: You can rest in my locker room if you want, watch the match with James? Just remember… Demon’s Run… I’m Switzerland. Neutral. Not taking sides. But I do hope one of you walks out with that belt.
Heather Haze: Sure. Good luck out there. And give a hard slap to Sierra for me, will ya?
Alexis Makarios: You got it.
(With that, Alexis gave her pal a nod before heading off down the hall to finish preparing for her match as Heather looked on with a devious grin still very much plastered all over her face.)
SINGLES MATCH
Aiden Reynolds vs. Jonathan Sanders
JR Freeman: Before we begin this match, we’ve got Mike Hawk on commentary with us!
(Hawk is shown, in a full suit and sunglasses, Collateral Damage title on his shoulder.)
Mike Hawk: Thanks for having me.
Alfonso Banks: I thought you gave that up.
Mike Hawk: Turns out while it’s vacant the previous holder can just… take it. Nobody stops you.
JR Freeman: I couldn’t imagine they wouldn’t at least try and stop you from doing that.
Mike Hawk: I never said they didn’t TRY.
(This match begins quickly with Sanders on the attack, delivering some stiff, brutal offense as Aiden just tries to protect himself. Sanders then goes to the top, but that gives Aiden the break he needs to push him off the top rope and recover from the vicious offense that he had just received.)
Mike Hawk: Y’know, that’s the thing about LongHair McBrood, he relies too heavily on flippy shit. Not that that’s not entertaining, but… in a fast-paced, high-octane wrestling match, it’s not a good strategy.
JR Freeman: Wow, you’ve been doing a lot of research on Sanders’ offense, haven’t you?
Mike Hawk: First time I’ve done homework in my life.
(The match continues once Aiden gets back in the ring, with him in control for a portion of the match. He even hits a AA spinebuster for a 1 ½ count.)
Alfonso Banks: What a spinebuster!
Mike Hawk: That.
Alfonso Banks: Huh?
Mike Hawk: That's a spinebuster.
(Sanders does an enzuigiri.)
Mike Hawk: That's an enzuigiri.
Alfonso Banks: Why are you talking like that?
Mike Hawk: I thought you wanted to.
Alfonso Banks: No, I don’t want to!
Mike Hawk: Suit yourself, I’m easy.
(Sanders ends up countering a scoop slam into a hurricanrana, leading into a spot that ends with Aiden smashing into the turnbuckle. Sanders follows and gets onto the middle rope, punching him 10 times, then another 10, then another 10, getting more and more brutal with each volley, laughing maniacally as he does. He finally jumps off, going to the opposite turnbuckle, running at Aiden, who moves, sending Sanders into the turnbuckle.)
Mike Hawk: Ha! Loser.
(The violence continues, Sanders getting the better of Aiden, knocking the referee down as he does. He hits the Shot of Serotonin, pinning Aiden for what would have been a 3 count, but the ref was down. He smirks, going over to wake up the ref, when Hawk stands up from the announce table.)
Alfonso Banks: Mr. President, where are you going?
Mike Hawk: Thank you for using my preferred pronoun, Alf, but I’ll be back, there’s something I need to do.
(He runs to ringside, smacking Sanders in the face with the Collateral Damage title belt. Aiden looks at Hawk, who gives him a thumbs up before eating a short arm clothesline to get him off the apron and crawling back to the announce desk. He turns back to Aiden.)
Mike Hawk: I’m helping you! Jackass…
(He gets back to commentary to see Sanders being nailed with a Down Unda!)
Mike Hawk: Yeah, kick his ass!
(The ref stands as the pinfall happens!)
1!
2!
3!
(The announcers declare Aiden the winner as Hawk stands up from the announce table again.)
Mike Hawk: Well, gentlemen, this has been fun, but I really must be going.
JR Freeman: Are you just saying that so you can get the hell out of dodge when Sanders comes to?
(Mike pauses for an uncomfortably long time.)
Mike Hawk: …Not JUST.
JR Freeman: Whatever, just… please leave.
(Mike walks off, loudly singing “Hail to the chief” to himself as he struts down the entryway.)
WINNER - AIDEN REYNOLDS
(Soon, Hawk gets backstage, the Collateral Damage title still over his shoulder as he whistles “Hail to the Chief”. He is, however, interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head to see who it was, and it was none other than Co-Owner and CEO Star Stormz. And she did NOT look happy. At all.)
Star Stormz: What… the hell… do you think you are doing???
(Mike rolls his eyes at this, coming back at her sarcastically.)
Mike Hawk: I’m doing a jigsaw puzzle. What the fuck do you think I’m doing!? I’m going to the locker room so I can continue to not wrestle. An equally-valid question is, what the hell are YOU doing?
Star Stormz: I’m here to collect that Collateral Damage Title you still feel like you have a claim for. So… hand it over. Now.
Mike Hawk: So you can hand it to… the air? Newsflash, Starry Night, nobody’s the champion, and there’s nothing in the rulebook that says that I CAN’T still hold onto the belt if there’s no current champion. So, and I say this with the utmost respect for your position of authority… make me.
(He is then flanked by 2 security guards as she crosses her arms.)
Star Stormz: We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice. You are correct, we don’t CURRENTLY have a champion. But… I just finished signing the paperwork for the title match at Demon’s Run where Violet Amelia Holt and Miss Puppies will do battle for that belt so… yeah… I need that back.
(The security guards get closer, to where they are within an arms length)
Star Stormz: I would recommend just handing it over… before I decide to do something drastic. Such as take you OUT of the Chamber?
(Hawk gives a big sigh, before begrudgingly handing it over.)
Mike Hawk: I reserve the right to still call myself the Collateral Damage President.
Star Stormz: Call yourself whatever you want. I really don’t care.
(She takes the title away from him and turns to leave. She stops and turns back quickly.)
Star Stormz: OH! By the way, Next time you decide you want to get involved in someone else’s match… maybe think twice. I won’t be in such a good mood next time.
(With that she walks off with the security guards and the belt. Mike stares off at her, squinting, as he just nods.)
Mike Hawk: Okay. Sure.
(He walks off in the other direction, tripping over something and screaming “Oh for fuck’s sake” before the camera cuts.)
BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Singles Match- Non title
Cleop Phillips (c) vs. Kallie Reznik
(The match starts with Cleo and Kallie standing across from each other in the ring. The referee checks both ladies for hidden weapons before calling for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(They both step to the middle and Cleo extends her hand. Kallie looks a little unsure as she takes a step slowly and the two shake hands.)
Alfonso Banks: Look at the sportsmanship from the United Champion, Cleo.
JR Freeman: Kallie was cautious. You never know how these things will turn out.
(The two start off the match with a lot of fast paced back and forth moves. Kallie would take Cleo down with a clothesline, only for Cleo to hop back up to her feet and take Kallie down with a DDT. This back and forth went on for an impressive 5 minutes or so in the match.)
Alfonso Banks: Kallie is really putting Cleo through the ringer!
JR Freeman: This match could go either way! Both ladies are insanely impressive!
(Cleo gets Kallie against the ropes, and backs up. She rushes forward and knocks Kallie over the top rope, where she tumbles to the ground. Cleo leans on the ropes for a few seconds to catch her breath as the referee counts.)
1…2…3…
(Kallie gets up and shakes it off as best as she can, looking up at Cleo in the ring. She grabs Cleo’s feet and tries to trip her, but Cleo maintains her balance.)
4…5…
(Kallie lets got and jumps up onto the apron. She grabs Cleo’s head and drops, causing Cleo’s neck to guillotine over the top rope. Cleo falls to the mat and Kallie darts in the ring, going for a pin!)
1… KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: Gonna take more than that to finish off Cleo!
(The match continues from there, both ladies showing signs of wear and tear. At roughly the 12 minute mark, Cleo connects with a “SET IT OFF” and goes for the pin)
1…2…3? NO!
(Kallie kicks out at the last second! The two fight back and forth for a little bit longer, Cleo goes for a “MILLY ROCK”, But Kallie ducks it and connects with a rough kick to Cleo’s head! Cleo crumbles to the mat and Kallie jumps to the top rope, and connects with a “THREADS OF THE MOIRAI” before going for a pin.)
1…2…3!!!
DING DING DING
(Kallie looks on in amazement as the bell sounds and she realizes she did it! She jumps to her feet and the referee holds her hand high. She then looks down at Cleo on the mat and helps her to her feet, sharing a sportsman like handshake before leaving the ring.)
WINNER - KALLIE REZNIK (13:52)
JR Freeman: Hold on. I’m getting word there’s something happening backstage. We’re trying to get a camera back there.
(The cameras cut to one of the backstage locker rooms. Where we see the members of Antithesis standing, yelling and arguing with Josiah Cena. As we see a laid out Dionysus, who seems to be knocked out and forced into one of the locker cubby holes, as medics tend to him.)
Jonathan Sanders: What the actual fuck, Cena!?
Josiah Cena: Dude, it wasn’t me! I was just looking for him!
Tyson Sykes: To jump him?
Josiah Cena: IT. WASN’T. ME.
Alexander Lyons: Then who the hell was it!? We were only gone for a few minutes and he’s laid the hell out!
(We cut away back to ringside, as medics continue to tend to Dionysus.)
JR Freeman: I….can’t believe it.
Alfonso Banks: There’s gonna be hell to pay. You don’t just lay out a member of Antithesis like that and get away with it.
JR Freeman: We hope to get more as this story develops.
MAIN EVENT- BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Singles Match- Non title
Alexis Makarios vs. Sierra Williams (c)
Meg Reynolds: The following non title match is a Beat The Clock Challenge, and scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, she is the longest reigning champion in PWS:APEX history, and our current World Champion… SIERRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WILIAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!
("Go to sleep" by Eminem blares out as strobe lights hit the entrance in time with the music. Sierra steps out with a black bandana over her face and her World Title around her waist as she throws up her hands and makes her way down to the ring. She can be seen interacting with a fan who was holding a sign that said “SIERRA > ALEXIS”. She smirked and nodded to the fan, giving them a thumbs up in approval. She gets to the ring and throws up her hands once more before unbuckling the title and placing it proudly over her shoulder.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, the first ever PWS:APEX World Champion and contender to the United Championship… ALEXIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAARIOS!!!
(“MZ Hyde” by Halestorm hits as Alexis comes out from behind the curtains and stops on the top of the apron. She soaks in the pop from the crowd before making her way down to the ring. She stops at the same fan and chuckles a little, mouthing “good one” to them, before proceeding to get into the ring and stand toe to toe with Sierra.)
Alfonso Banks: No love lost here. These two are the cream of the crop here in PWS:APEX.
JR Freeman: It’s kind of shocking to know that they haven’t stood across the ring as opponents in roughly 2 years.
(The referee checks both ladies for hidden weapons. Upon finding none, he takes the World Title from Sierra, hands it to a stagehand, and calls for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(The two women pace around in a circle lightly, arms up and ready to fight. After a few seconds, they both lunge forward. They lock up for a second before Sierra grabs Alexis’s head in a headlock position before flipping her to the mat, still holding her head and applying pressure. Alexis throws her feet up towards Sierra’s head, trying to free herself. Sierra lets go but wastes no time grabbing Alexis’s head and slamming her down to the mat. She grabs her back in a headlock, applying more pressure. Alexis manages to get them both to a standing position, despite still being in the headlock. She manages to wiggle out of it backwards and the two ladies spin around so they are face to face again.)
Alfonso Banks: Sierra on the attack early on!
JR Freeman: But Alexis was able to free herself. She knows that Sierra doesn’t mess around!
(They circle each other again, both smirking slightly as if inviting the other one to “bring it on”. They lock up again, this time Alexis goes for the arm of Sierra. She tries to twist it around behind her back to go for a hammerlock, but Sierra resists so she is unable to make it happen. Alexis, still holding the arm, readjusts her weight and flips Sierra over her, slamming her to the mat. Alexis keeps ahold of the arm, attempting to put her in a submission hold. Sierra shifts and pulls Alexis over into a roll up!)
1… KICKOUT!
(They get back to their feet and lock up again, this time neither is able to fully take control over the other. As they are locked up, they hear a large and extremely loud BOOOOOOO come from the fans.)
JR Freeman: What is SHE doing out here?
(The cameras cut to the top of the ramp where Heather Haze was being wheeled down the ramp in her wheelchair, with a beverage and a bag of popcorn in her lap. Alexis and Sierra break the hold and look at her in disbelief. Sierra turns to Alexis and begins to yell at her. What she is saying isn’t exactly heard, but the general idea is that she is not happy. Alexis yells back “I didn’t do this! I told her to stay backstage!”.)
Alfonso Banks: Obviously, she is out here to cheer her friend on in such a huge match.
(The stagehand sets her up outside the ring, near the announcers table. Alexis slides out of the ring and goes over to her, while the referee counts.)
1…2…
Alexis Makarios: What the hell are you doing?
Heather Haze: Cheering you on, bestie! GO LEXI!!! WOOOOO!!!!
Alexis Makarios: Just… don’t cause trouble, ok?
Heather Haze: Would I do such a thing?
3…4…5…
(Sierra was in the ring tapping her foot, impatiently. Alexis let out a sigh before sliding back in the ring. She appears as if she was apologizing to Sierra, who really didn’t care. Sierra then grabbed Alexis by the arm, twisted it around to behind her back and applied pressure. Alexis screamed out in pain as she tried to free herself. Alexis took a deep breath and pushed backwards, running Sierra into the turnbuckle. This caused Sierra to let go of Alexis’s arm. Alexis grabs Sierra’s head and flips her over so that Sierra is in front of her. She kicks Sierra in the gut and quickly scrambles to the ropes, where she climbs to the second rope before leaping off with a forearm to Sierra’s face. Sierra falls backwards from the impact, to the mat. Alexis walks over and grabs her by her hair, lifting her to her feet. The referee warns Alexis to watch the hair. Alexis scoffs a bit)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis knows the rules.
JR Freeman: But now she must be distracted… knowing Heather is at ringside and she is, for lack of a better term, a wildcard.
(Alexis grabs Sierra from behind and tries to suplex her, but Sierra resists. Alexis tries again, Sierra resists once more. Alexis pounds a few forearms onto Sierra’s back and tries again. This time she succeeds, suplexing Sierra to the mat. She goes for a pin but Sierra kicks out before the referee can even drop for a 1 count. Alexis hops to her feet, Sierra has gotten to her knees. Alexis kicks Sierra in the midsection. She goes for a second one, but Sierra catches the leg before impact. Sierra flips through and tries to take Alexis down, but Alexis rolls through and wraps her legs around the arm of Sierra, pulling on it with her arms.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis is playing it smart, she is starting to focus on the arms of Sierra.
JR Freeman: It’s gonna take more than that to beat the World Champion… what the???
(Their attention turns to Heather Haze at ringside, who is trying to start a “SIERRA SUCKS” chant… loudly… and with no success. This catches Alexis’s attention for a second. Long enough for her to loosen the grip on Sierra’s arm, allowing her to escape. Sierra gets to her feet near the ropes. Alexis gets to her feet and sees Sierra at the ropes. She rushes over and Irish Whips Sierra to the ropes on the other side. Alexis waits for Sierra to rebound back, but Sierra holds the ropes instead. Alexis rushes at Sierra and clotheslines both of them over the rope to the side where Heather was. Heather laughed obnoxiously loud at Sierra and began to throw handfuls of popcorn at her.)
1…2…
(Sierra gets to her feet and glares at Heather. She takes a few steps as Heather begins to “beg” not to be hurt.)
Heather Haze: YOU WOULDNT HIT A WOMAN IN A WHEELCHAIR, WOULD YOU???
Sierra Williams: LETS FIND OUT!
3…4…
(Sierra grabs Heather by the throat while she sat in the wheelchair. Heather’s face goes pale as Alexis runs over and grabs Sierra’s arm, pulling her off Haze.)
Alexis Makarios: Let me handle her!
(Sierra rolls her eyes before rolling back into the ring.)
5…6…
(Alexis looks back at Heather)
Alexis Makarios: KNOCK IT OFF! I GOT THIS!
(She looks to the stagehand)
Alexis Makarios: She causes one more interruption, get her out of here.
(The stagehand nods.)
7…8…
(Sierra looks impatient in the ring. Alexis slides back under the ropes. She is caught with a foot from Sierra who stomps her a few times. Alexis gets back to her feet, leaning on the ropes a bit. Sierra grabs her and throws her into the turnbuckle, hard. Alexis slides down to the middle rope, slumped in the corner. Sierra takes a few steps back before rushing at her, connecting with a rough knee to the face. She goes for a pin.)
1…2…KICKOUT!
Alfonso Banks: Well, that little distraction almost cost Alexis the match!
JR Freeman: Heather shouldn’t even be out here!
(The match continues on, when Heather gets the bright idea to continue BOOing overly loud, trying everything in her power to distract Sierra in the ring. Alexis takes Sierra down with a DDT and looks to the referee, pleading with him to banish Heather from ringside. The referee turns to Heather and motions for her to exit. She looks offended as the stagehand struggles to wheel her backstage. Alexis shakes her head and tries to apologize to Sierra, who doesn’t give a crap. Sierra kicks Alexis in the gut. While Alexis is doubled over, Sierra bounces off the ropes and bounces Alexis’s head off the mat with a bulldog. She grabs Alexis by the legs and applies a sharpshooter! Alexis lets out a scream as she scrambles to try and reach the ropes.)
JR Freeman: THIS COULD BE IT!
Alfonso Banks: Alexis needs to break this hold before Sierra uses it to break her legs!
(Sierra leans back, applying more pressure to the hold. Alexis claw at the mat, slowly inching towards the ropes. The referee asks her if she wishes to submit, naturally she screams no and keeps trying to drag herself and Sierra to the ropes. She finally manages to get to the ropes nad grab on. The referee tells Sierra to break the hold.)
1…2…3…
Alfonso Banks: Sierra KNOWS she has a 5 count to break it! She’s using it!
4…
(At 4 she breaks the hold and stands up, flipping hair out of her face. She reaches down and grabs Alexis by the head. Alexis manages to grab Sierra’s head back and pull down, dropping her with a sort of modified neckbreaker to her knee. Sierra crumbles to the mat. Alexis gets to her feet. It takes her a second to shake off the damage done by that sharpshooter. She gets to the top rope and looks around before turning around connecting with a Down Unda Thunda! Upon impact, the move hurts her almost as much as it hurt Sierra.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexis needs to pin! NOW!
JR Freeman: It could be over!
(Alexis slowly crawls over and rolls Sierra back on to her back, going for a pin.)
1…2…3? MAYBE? The referee signals for the bell. Sierra had kicked out a split second after the 3 count.
DING DING DING
Meg Reynolds: And your winner, at 15:24, ALEXIS MAKARIOS!!!
(Sierra sits in the middle of the ring in disbelief. She looks angry and frustrated. Alexis hops to her feet, as if she got a second wind, and has her hand held up by the referee. The fans are absolutely eating it up. She turns to Sierra and offers her a hand up. Sierra scoffs and rolls out of the ring, gets her belt, and makes her way up the ramp.)
Alfonso Banks: What an amazing match! Sierra and Alexis really stole the show!
JR Freeman: I don’t think Heather Haze feels the same way.
Alfonso Banks: She didn’t belong out here… but that’s all we have for tonight. Tune in next week for our go home show to Demon’s Run.
(With that, the show goes to credits.)
WINNER - ALEXIS MAKARIOS (15:24)
(c) PWS: Apex 2022
