Post by Josiah Cena on Mar 31, 2022 1:53:53 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Tuesday Night Riot
Tuesday, March 29
Climate Pledge Arena - Seattle, Washington
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the opening video package for Riot starts, set to the tune of “Trials” by Starset. After the video package ends, we cut to inside the Climate Pledge Arena, as we are greeted by the ever familiar voices of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Good evening! Welcome to PWS: APEX Tuesday Night Riot! I’m JR Freeman, he’s Alfonso Banks, and we have a great show lined up for you tonight! We’re fresh off the heels of Demon’s Run, which is being considered a huge success, as we are now officially on the road to Desinty, coming to you LIVE as a two-night spectacular, May 28th and 29th!
Alfonso Banks: That IS huge! Never before has Destiny taken place over two nights, but this year is just so big, one night couldn’t contain it!
JR Freeman: Indeed! It is going to be a full week in Hawaii that week. The week leading up to Destiny will be filled with meet and greets, autograph signings, and other special activities, as part of a massive festival we’re hosting. Then, on the weekend…Friday night will play host to the Hall of Fame ceremony, with night one of Destiny happening on Saturday, and night two taking place on Sunday. It is going to be a stupendous week for PWS: APEX.
Alfonso Banks: Watch it, we don’t wanna get with gimmick infringement.
JR Freeman: Oh, shut up. But, folks, that’s in a couple months. Tonight, we have an action-packed show for you, headlined by what is sure to be a brutal tag match, as Audrey Russow teams with Miles Kasey to take on the Vixens of Pain, Alexis Makarios and Heather Haze.
Alfonso Banks: Given everything that’s happened between Audrey, Alexis, and Haze lately, I think this one is going to be VERY interesting.
JR Freeman: We’re also going to see a triple threat tag team match, as the team of Aiden Reynolds and Kallie Reznik take on the teams of the Society and the Landersons. Also, can’t forget that we’ll have Cleo Phillips in action.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, trust me. I’d never forget Cleo. So looking forward to that match.
JR Freeman: Easy, boy. We’ll also see the return after a brief hiatus of Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez. But, I do have news regarding our opening match. It was scheduled to be a fatal four way with Ace Sky, Devon Ryder, Dylan Howell, and Dawn Warren. Unfortunately, I’m being told that Dylan Howell experienced some travel issues, and was not able to make it to the arena tonight. So, the match has officially be changed to a triple threat with the remaining competitors.
(Suddenly, La Raza from Kid Frost blares throughout the area and Eddie Lopez appears on stage for the first time in a year, and the crowd starts cheering loudly for him and he starts to make his way down the ramp slapping hands with the fans at ringside who are happy to see him)
JR Freeman: Eddie Lopez is here!
Alfonso Banks: We haven’t seen him in a year since his match with Nick Madison last year. I wonder what he has to say? This is his first appearance since his father passed away, there’s so many questions as to why he’s here!
Eddie Lopez: It’s been a while, how you guys doing!?
(The fans cheer towards their legendary idol.)
Eddie Lopez: It’s been a minute since I’ve been here and alot of things have changed since I’ve been here, and some things remain the same from what it looks like. But either way I’m happy to be back in this ring…
(The fans again cheer towards him.)
Eddie Lopez: Destiny holds a special place in my heart, I’ve been on that show for as long I can remember being in this company, and I’m looking forward to being on that show again this year but the question is, who do I face? Maybe I could face the world champion? Nahhh, she’s not on my level. Maybe I could face Alexis? Nah… She’s busy for Destiny. Maybe I could face the Landerson’s…whoever they are…
(Eddie shrugs as he walks around the ring.)
Eddie Lopez: No disrespect to the Landerson’s but… they’ll never get in the ring with me, anyway moving on…. I know there’s talented people in the back who are dying to get on Destiny this year, so why not…Open challenge to anybody in the back..
(Eddie looks towards the stage and at first nobody comes out and the hot crowd starts to boo at the empty stage, Eddie shakes his head in disappointment too.)
Eddie: Nobody huh? That’s a real shame….
(Just then, pyro shoots from the stage and Rotting in Vain starts to blare through the arena and the crowd reaction is MASSIVE, and it gets even louder when Gracie Lopez steps foot on stage and starts making her way down the ramp towards the ring where her father is standing.)
JR Freeman: It’s Gracie Lopez!
Alfonso Banks: We haven’t seen her in a while either, what the hell is going on tonight!?
JR Freeman: Why you asking me!?
Aflonso Banks: You’re the one with the rundown sheet over there.
JR Freeman: Neither of these 2 are on it…
(She pulls a microphone from her coat pocket before she stares at her father through the sunglasses she has on, it doesn’t make long before takes them off and places them on the beanie she’s wearing on her head.)
Gracie Lopez: Open challenge? Really? You’re just gonna stand out here and let a random person face you at Destiny? I’m not going to allow that to happen, not this time. You want to talk about main eventing Destiny again, and how much Destiny means to you…
(Gracie looks around the crowd for a second before at her father.)
Gracie Lopez: How about you main event one more Destiny with me!
(The crowd splits on Eddie and Gracie chants, they want to see this match but Eddie looks concerned about it. As he hasn’t been in the ring in a year, he starts to raise the mic up to his mouth but Gracie pushes it back now.)
Gracie: Before you answer, I want you to think back to when you wanted to have a match with your father, and now you can’t have it. Fast forward years later, the roles are reversed, I want a match with you. Don’t let this one slip through your fingers…..
Eddie Lopez: You want me in a match… Yes! Let’s do it!
(The crowd cheers loudly at the acceptance of the match between the two of them!)
JR Freeman: Oh god! Eddie vs Gracie!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t think Eddie knows what he got himself in too….
(Eddie walks around the ring with a confidence but Gracie superkicks her father! He goes down to the mat and Gracie has a big smile on her face.)
Gracie Lopez: One more thing….I don’t want this broken down version of Eddie. I want the OLD Eddie, the world championship version of Eddie, the Eddie that stole the show every night…
(She stands over her father for a second before leaving the ring with a smirk on her face, she knows what she’s doing, she knows this will motivate him to be at his best. But did she wake up a sleeping giant? The crowd is still cheering at the idea of both of them in the ring together.)
JR Freeman: Oh god! Gracie just fired the first shot, she laid out her own father!
Alfonso Banks: Did she just call him a broken down old man!? This escalated quickly!
JR Freeman: Wait till he wakes up.
Alfonso Banks: You know Eddie would have fired the first shot before she would have, She’s learned from the best.
Triple Threat Match
Ace Sky vs. Dawn Warren vs. Devon Ryder
(The match started with each competitor getting a chance to shine in the early going. Ace got out to the upper hand from the start, being able to hit some big moves on Dawn and Devon. But he took a nasty bump to the outside from a double dropkick from Warren and Ryder.)
JR Freeman: Geez, that was a nasty bump Sky took there. I hope he’s okay.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, just goes to show even the simplest of things can lead to a nasty landing.
(Warren and Ryder continue to battle it out, while Sky recovers on the outside. He gets checked out quickly by a medic, but is able to continue the match. The finish of the match comes, unfortunately for Sky, when he gets back into the ring, only to eat a Strong and Free by Ryder, who dumps Warren out of the ring, and goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Devon Ryder!
JR Freeman: Great win there for Ryder. Good to see him finally find his way into the winner’s circle.
Alfonso Banks: Winner’s circle? This isn’t racing….
JR Freeman:.....
Alfonso Banks:.......
JR Freeman: Shut up.
WINNER - Devon Ryder
(A video pops up onto the large Tron as Violet Amelia Holt can be seen standing in an undisclosed location with the colleatral damage championship draped over her shoulder. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sharp ponytail as she is still sporting a bandage across her forehead.)
Violet Amelia Holt: I told you that this belt is mine. Miss Puppies had no chance in fucking hell of beating me. I will make this belt mean something.
(Violet Amelia Holt taps the front plate with her hand as she holds it up towards her face.)
Violet Amelia Holt: This is only the beginning.
(Violet smirks as the video cuts out.)
(The cameras cut to the back where Alexis Makarios was seen stretching a bit, preparing for her match later that night. She stops when she sees her partner for the evening walk up to her, huge grin on her face.)
Heather Haze: You ready for tonight, Lexi?
(Alexis lets out a slight sigh)
Alexis Makarios: As ready as I’m ever gonna be. It’s just like any other match.
Heather Haze: I KNEW you’d come around to this. The Vixens in action once more! It’ll be like old times.
Alexis Makarios: Sure…
Heather Haze: And… rumor has it you are making an announcement tonight about who you want to defend against first?
Alexis Makarios: That’s right.
(Alexis grabs her title belt and hangs it over her right shoulder.)
Heather Haze: But… we ALL know who that’s gonna be… right?
(Heather kinda mouthed the word “me” and pointed to herself… in a not so subtle way.)
Alexis Makarios: I’m not saying.
Heather Haze: But… we all know who supported you through everything. Who was there for you the last year or two. We know who deserves this.
Alexis Makarios: I’m not discussing with you right now. I’ll see you out there for the main event.
(She nodded a little towards Heather as she walked off. The cameras focus on Heather who grins.)
Heather Haze: It’s TOTALLY gonna be me.
(The cameras then cut back to ringside)
Singles Match
Cleo Phillips vs. Stacy O’Brien
(The match starts with Cleo in full control. Any offense Stacy tries to get in is immediately stopped by Cleo. She hits a suplex, then another, then another. She’s unrelenting, hitting move after move. Stacy runs at her only to be hit by a clothesline.)
JR Freeman: Stacy can’t seem to get anything in, offense-wise!
Alfonso Banks: I’d get something in, if you know what I mean.
JR Freeman: Alf! Gross!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, that’s what they all say.
JR Freeman: It is?
Alfonso Banks: That sounded better in my head.
(Cleo continues the onslaught, landing some stiff shots onto Stacy, kicking and punching, as well as clotheslines, powerbombs and the like. Stacy tries to hit some weak offense, but Cleo just makes her rebound off the ropes and keeps up her attacks. O’Brien is thrown out of the ring and Cleo follows, hitting some stiff kicks while she’s leaned against the barricade, tossing her into the ring and following her at about a count of 8.)
Alfonso Banks: Wow! Really laying it in!
JR Freeman: I swear to god, Alf, if you make a joke about laying her…
Alfonso Banks: …I’d lay it into her.
JR Freeman: There it is!
(Stacy’s completely out pretty soon, but Cleo isn’t done. She grabs O’Brien and whips her into the turnbuckle, jumping up and immediately hitting a crossbody on her. She keeps up the offense until Stacy ends up on the outside again, which Cleo follows up on by throwing her onto the apron, then back into the ring, where she hits the Milly Rock, pinning her without even breaking a sweat.)
1!
2!
3!
(The bell rings and Stacy is escorted out of the ring, leaving Cleo alone in the center of the mat, where she looks at her fallen opponent.)
JR Freeman: Well I’m sure that match sent a message to all of Cleo Phillips’ opponents: don’t mess with her!
Alfonso Banks: I’d mess with-
JR Freeman: Don’t you dare.
Alfonso Banks: You never let me have ANY fun! Don’t flirt with Cleo Phillips, stop microwaving fish, stop accelerating, there’s a lamp post ahead. Do you even hear yourself!?
JR Freeman: I think there’s something wrong with your brain, Alf.
WINNER - Cleo Phillips
(After the bell rang and Cleo's hand was held high, "MZ hyde" echoed through the arena as Alexis came out on the ramp with her title placed proudly over her shoulder. She walked her way down to the ring and climbed the stairs, then into the ring itself. She gets a mic and stands across from Cleo)
Alexis Makarios: Impressive job, as always Cleo. I've always respected you in the ring. You gave Me a hell of a fight at Demon's Run. One of the best matches I've had in a long time. And I've been thinking that you and I need a round 3 at some point. Which… brings me to the reason I am out here.
(She pauses for a moment as the fans erupt.)
Alexis Makarios: As the former champion, you are owed a rematch. Hell, you DESERVE said rematch. But… you and I both have spoken out saying that regardless who wins there is some one else who deserves to be the next contender. And I agree with you VERY much on that one. Which is why I am proposing that we have a Triple Threat match at Destiny! Me, you, and Kallie Reznik.
(The fans once more erupt at the match. Cleo crosses her arms and shrugs a little bit.)
Cleo Philips: Ya know what, let me get back to ya on that one.
(With that, Cleo excuses herself and rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. Alexis looks around confused.)
(Fade in. As the PWS: Apex Riot cameras return from commercial, we find ourselves at ringside as if preparing for a match. We’re greeted with a wide-shot of the fans, champing at the bit for the next contest! The feed slowly pans over them, allowing them to cheer and shout directly into the camera, brandishing signs for or against various wrestlers for their brief fifteen-seconds of fame. We then cut abruptly to the ‘tron, as if preparing for an entrance video to begin…but instead, all of the arena’s lights simultaneously cut out, plunging the space into darkness. The audience’s excitement becomes audible confusion until the screen flickers to life, a grainy picture accompanied by white noise not unlike a decaying VHS tape upon its surface. We cannot quite make out the image just yet, but it’s accompanied by an old-fashioned record player recording of “Mr. Sandman” by the Chordettes.)
“Bombom bombom BOMbom bombom BOMbombombomBOM…”
“Bombom bombom BOMbom bombom BOMbombombomBOM…”
(As the song begins in earnest, and the lyrics fade in, so too does our image. As the ‘tron image expands to fill the entire screen of the viewers at home, it’s cast into stark relief as the VHS noise clears, revealing a slow-motion, black-and-white recording of Mike Hawk slamming Jonathan Sanders’ head repeatedly into the pod during the Demon’s Run Elimination Chamber match.)
“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over…”
(The footage slows as the pod bursts, sending Sanders - along with many tiny shards of glass raining down on the inside. We then get a close-up of Hawk’s face, which we can see contorted into a sneer of pure rage, not dissimilar that often worn by the Lost Cause himself. As Sanders crashes to the floor, Hawk’s lips bloom into a wicked, sadistic grin.)
“Sandman, I'm so alone (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Don't have nobody to call my own (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Please turn on your magic beam…
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream!”
(The footage fades to blackness, and for a beat, there is nothing, until a familiar voice greets us in the darkness.)
Jonathan Sanders: Did you truly think…that it was OVER?
(As our shot fades back in, we see the Snake of Eden himself, seated on a bench in a darkened locker room, as blood drips from his matted hair and coats the front of his face. His white wrist-tape is stained deep crimson from the drying fluid, and his chest is marked with rivers of carmine-coloured sweat which begin at his shoulders and trail down his body seeking escape to the floor. It is the appearance he bore immediately following his elimination from the Demon’s Run Chamber match. The Lost Cause’s gaze is facing the ground, his blood-soaked, sticky hair pointed straight downwards like Longinus’ spear unto the heart of the very Earth itself, but the camera’s microphones pick him up clearly as his speech continues.)
Jonathan Sanders: It is FAR from over. I’m not finished with YOU…and YOU are not finished with me. Because you still think about me, don’t you? I live in your HEAD now, Michael. From now until the bitter end, no matter HOW much success you go on to see in your career - no matter if you finally put me SIX FEET UNDER GROUND, and finish this for good - you will always remember me. What I TOOK from you. How far I made you go. When you close your eyes, in the quiet vulnerability of sleep…all your dreams will be of me.
(Sanders slowly looks up, locking eyes with the camera as his lips blossom into a wicked grin. His steel-grey eyes glint in the dim light, flashing their sadistic glee.)
Jonathan Sanders: So I’ll see you in your nightmares, Michael.
(With that, two tiny pinpricks of light open up like eyes in the darkness just over Sanders’ shoulders, and the footage begins to distort again as the finale of “Mr. Sandman” plays us out.)
“Mr. Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold),
Would be so peachy before we're too old.
So please turn on your magic beam…
Mr. Sandman, bring us -
Please, please, please,
Mr. Sandman -
Bring us a dream!”
(Fade out.)
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
The Landersons vs. The Society vs. Aiden Reynolds & Kallie Reznik
(This one starts off with the three consummate female high-flyers of each side in the ring; Kallie Reznik, Ella Singleton and Aaliyah Landerson. The trio don’t waste any time launching into things, with Landerson going for a Spinning Heel Kick but Kallie ducking underneath it and catching her leg for a snap Northern Lights Suplex! She goes for a quick cover but Singleton breaks it up, then the fast-paced offense continues at speed in the early going, with all three competitors jockeying for position but never really finding any sort of momentum or foothold to turn the tide in their favour. Singleton manages to transition from a high-flying style into using more of her technical and martial-arts prowess when she realizes things aren’t going her way, which quickly leaves Landerson out of her element. Kallie Reznik manages not only to hang with the technical stuff, but to THRIVE, at one point stepping off of a kneeling Aaliyah’s back to lock in a standing Butterfly Lock on Ella Singleton. She struggles in the hold, but it’s eventually broken up by El Landerson after Aaliyah makes a tag. Things get frantic for a bit around the middle, with tags being made and moves being exchanged at a frenetic pace, causing the audience to pop loudly in response to the action. Notable spots include The Society Double Suplexing Aaliyah ONTO El Landerson, only to be taken down by tandem Springboard Clotheslines from Kallie and Aiden, who then hit the ropes simultaneously to come back with tandem Running Knees to their fallen opponents! Aiden Reynolds goes for a cover but only nets a two-count, shaking his head in frustration.)
JR Freeman: My god! What a breathtaking barrage of breakneck wrestling brilliance!
Alfonso Banks: Oh no, he’s doing THIS again…
JR Freeman: A cavalcade of critical combat!
Alfonso Banks: *Audible sigh* Just get on with it…
JR Freeman: It’s exciting, dammit! And I want to use my English Lit degree SOMEHOW!
Alfonso Banks: A-HA! See, JR, your FIRST mistake was going to university.
JR Freeman: I don’t…that doesn’t…what?
(Back in the ring, things have started to calm down a bit - or, as much as they CAN calm down in a Triple Threat Tag Match involving Kallie Reznik and the high-flying Landersons - with Aiden Reynolds controlling the pace, using both his size advantage and his aggressive, technical brawling style to mostly keep his enemies grounded. Things take a turn for the worse when Jasmine Phillips manages to push Aiden Reynolds and El Landerson into the referee, however, and the Society begin a double-team assault. Each man’s partner runs in to attempt a save, but Aaliyah meets an eye-rake and a Double DDT. Kallie manages to do some damage, getting the girls on the backfoot, but ultimately her rescue effort fails when Ella Singleton suddenly drops prone to trip a running Kallie into a Codebreaker by Jasmine! A cover on the fallen Landerson nets a CLOSE two-and-a-half, and the crowd pelts the pair with boos as they bask in the hatred, sneering and mouthing off to the audience. But this doesn’t last long, as it seems Kallie WAS able to buy her boo enough time to recover, as he slowly stands up behind the girls. The crowd’s reaction immediately turns to adulation as they turn to face the Aussie, and immediately kick him in the gut and go for a Double Suplex! However, Aiden Reynolds holds on, not leaving his feet, and after a second futile attempt, audibly grunting with effort, he lifts BOTH members of the Society simultaneously to Snap Suplex them to the mat! The crowd erupts with applause for this show of strength, and Aiden collapses to sit against the ropes, throwing a thumbs-up and a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he pants heavily. Finally the referee has recovered now as well, so things begin to get more official, but there’s not much to officiate as all three legal team members are down in the middle of the ring now. A slow clap begins and grows to a crescendo as we build to the simultaneous TRIPLE TAG, sending Ella Singleton, Kallie Reznik and Aaliyah Landerson into the centre to duke it out.)
JR Freeman: I have to tell you Alf, the endurance and sheer TALENT of these performers is incredible! I don’t think in all my years of commentating I’ve EVER seen a Triple-Threat Tag match quite like this!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, it’s…it’s great.
JR Freeman: PLEASE tell me you are NOT playing Angry Birds right now!
Alfonso Banks: Hahaha! Take THAT, you stupid pigs! Your castles are NOTHING to me!
JR Freeman: Good Lord…
(After a three-way slugfest to write home about, it’s finally Kallie Reznik who takes the advantage, gearing up for the endgame. She manages to drop both of her opponents to one knee and then hits the ropes, nailing them each in the face with a split Running Meteora! Kallie pounds her chest and lets out a primal scream, then giggles and winks at the camera, striking a cute pose before she heads to the top rope, possibly looking for the Threads of the Moirai! Jasmine Phillips tries to stop it but gets intercepted by a recovered Aiden Reynolds, who takes her off the apron with a Spinebuster! Kallie leaps off as Aaliyah Landerson begins to return to her feet…THREADS OF THE MOIRAI! She plants Landerson again then goes for the cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! IT’S OVER!
WINNERS - Aiden Reynolds & Kallie Reznik
JR Freeman: Demon’s Run was quite an eventful night, as you all remember, as we saw all but one title change hands.
Alfonso Banks: I still am in shock by the Tag Team Title match.
JR Freeman: Indeed, Antithesis’ Alexander Lyons had no choice but to team up with stablemate Dionysis to defend the Tag titles against...
Alfonso Banks: ....please don’t...
JR Freeman: Sass n Bash
Alfonso Banks: GAH!
JR Freeman: The husband and wife team of Bella Madison and Malachi. And in that match it proved to be too much and needless to say the freebird rule did not pay off for Antithesis and we have brand new tag champions!
Alfonso Banks: It’s unjust and unfair! Alexander Lyons deserved to be with Sykes and defend them properly!
JR Freeman: Well he was the one that set the open challenge. The powers that be would not allow for Sykes to compete in both that match and the Elimination chamber. Sykes chose to be in the Elimination Chamber, Sanders was in there as well.
Alfonso Banks: SELFISH! I’m sorry but that is...
JR Freeman: ANY WAY! Before my partner here gets on one of his tangents, we have our very own lead reporter Tayna Reihl standing by hoping to get an interview. Tayna?
(We switch to the back as we see Tayna Reihl standing by.)
Tayna Reihl: Thank you JR. I am back here and I am hoping we can get a word from our brand new Tag Team Champions, Sass n Bash. Bella and Malachi are here tonight, even though neither are in action.
(Tayna walks up to a door and knocks a few times.)
Tayna Reihl: Now I managed to secure an interview with these two tonight so hopefully they are available right...
(The door pops open and we see Malachi standing there.)
Malachi: Yeah?
Tayna Reihl: Ah! Malachi, great you guys are here. I was wondering if we could get a few words from you and Bella on that huge win at Demon’s Run.
(Mal looks Tayna up and down and smirks.)
Malachi: ...no.
(He doesn’t let her get another word in and backs away closing the door behind him. We hear a few clicks before suddenly....something soundly like a slap followed by...)
Bella Madison: MALACHI NOAH O’CONNELL!
(Suddenly the door locks come undone and opens to see an apologetic looking Bella Madison looking at Tayna before glaring back at her husband who is rubbing the back of his head.)
Bella Madison: Sorry about that.
Tayna Reihl: It’s quite alright. I was just hoping to get some words from you two in regards to what happened at Demon’s Run. Congratulations by the way on that win and becoming champions.
Bella Madison: Well thank you very much. And honestly it was just a team effort and the right place at the right time. We exposed a huge flaw in Antithesis, one that we even didn’t expect.
Tayna Reihl: But it paid off in the end.
Bella Madison: Indeed it did. We are the PWS: Apex Tag Team Champions and Antithesis are without any kind of gold in their camp.
Malachi: It’ll make them dangerous.
(Bella looks back at Malachi who decided to join in on the conversation.)
Malachi: But that’s sort of the point of it all.
Bella Madison: We stepped up to them when the challenge was made and it paid off. The cracks that are in their foundation are quite apparent and it was exposed. For their sake of what comes next, I suggest they find a way to patch it because we’re giving them a rematch.
Malachi: That’s only if they are willing to accept it.
Tayna Reihl: And when would this match take place?
(The duo look at each other before looking back to Tayna and Malachi nods at Bella to go ahead.)
Bella Madison: Where else? Destiny.
Malachi: We’ll be waiting for them to let us know.
Tayna Reihl: Thank you guys so much. We’ll look forward to seeing what they say.
Bella Madison: JR and Alfie, back to you!
(Malachi behind her, rolls his eyes and goes back inside before it switches back to ringside.)
Alfonso Banks: ....don’t ever call me that.
JR Freeman: Call you what...Alfie.
(Alfonso sighs.)
Alfonso Banks: Can we just get on with it, please?!?
(We cut back to the arena, as Eminem’s “go to sleep” hits signaling the arrival of PWS Apex world champion Sierra Williams. She steps out onto the stage, walking a little gingerly after the beating she took in the chamber before getting down to the ring and looking around and holding up the title belt. She moves around to the steps and runs up them before getting in the ring and again holding the title up to show the world. As she lowers it the music dies down and she pulls out a microphone clearing her throat.)
Sierra Williams: Well, it seems as if many of you thought that by the time this riot rolled around I would no longer be the champion…And I mean, why wouldn’t you think that huh? I was stepping into a cage with five other wrestlers all gunning for this title. And every single one of them did all they could to pry this title from me….
(She looks over at the title on her shoulder with a smile.)
Sierra Williams: And, they failed. Not without trying, not without doing all they could to become champion, and hey I can’t blame them and I applaud them for it. But effort doesn’t win titles alone. You need talent, drive and heart. Things I have and things I have shown for over a year. And now I stand asking myself..what’s next? Who is next? And where do I go from here?. So many questions and I don’t have answers yet…however..there is one person who got closest than anyone else in that chamber to beating me..
(She pauses for dramatic effect and smirks.)
Sierra Williams: Audrey Russow…
(She lowers the mic and sighs before shrugging and continuing)
Sierra Williams: Audrey was the final one left, the final name on the list and she was the closest to taking the title off of me and maybe..well..maybe she deserves a one on one shot. Free from anyone else being involved, just Audrey Russow..against Sierra Williams…the winner takes the PWS Apex world title…
(The fans erupt in cheers at the idea of the match, as a moment passes, before “My Songs Know What You did in the Dark” by Fall-Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, and the roars of cheers become even more deafening, as Audrey Russow walks out onto the stage, a microphone in hand. She starts to raise the microphone to her lips…but hesitates for a moment. She then lowers the mic, and simply nods her head at Sierra. Then she motions to the Destiny sign that is hanging from the rafters behind Sierra. Sierra looks back to the sign, before turning back to Audrey and nodding in agreement.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God! Are we really getting Sierra Williams versus Audrey Russow!? At Destiny!?
Alfonso Banks: I have to say, I was wondering the same thing as Sierra after the chamber. Who was going to be next. Audrey came so close to winning the title, and I am sure this is going to be one hell of a fight.
JR Freeman: What a Destiny main event! It’s going to be awesome!
(The cameras cut away, as Audrey and Sierra share a staredown, as Sierra holds the title in the air.)
(A dark room. Mike Hawk stands there, a black shirt with white text that says “I Was Robbed” on it, accompanied by a picture of Rob Lowe. Hawk sighs as he looks into the camera.)
Mike Hawk: What do you want from me?
(He looks down, then back up again, a smirk overcoming his face for a moment before fading.)
Mike Hawk: And this isn’t just directed at the fans. Or at Sanders, or Sierra, or Audrey, Sykes, what’s her name, this is directed at a few people in particular. Star Stormz, Josiah Cena, Laura Phoenix, Ambika Renton, whoever the hell’s been in charge around here for the last 6 months! So I’ll repeat the question… what do you want from me!?
(He pauses, an eerie silence filling the room.)
Mike Hawk: Ever since I came into this company, I’ve felt like I don’t belong. Like I’m the lone fish in a tank full of sharks. Sharks with wigs on, performing long, dramatic scenes, for their big audition in the next “bachelor” series. And not… y’know, a wrestling match.
(He takes a deep breath, calming himself down as he looks down the lens.)
Mike Hawk: But then, miraculously, I struck gold. Well, not literally. I probably struck something closer to cubic zirconium. I won the Destination NEXT briefcase. Great! Wonderful! I was on a winning streak, I was on top of the world, nothing could stop me!
(Another pause, another sigh.)
Mike Hawk: And then… something did. Well, more accurately, a lot of things. Thing after thing after thing. Cleo, Sierra, Sanders, hell, the only reason I beat Audrey is because you lot felt sorry for me and booked this shitty interference finish where I’m not even the focus. Yeah, that’s right, I’m breaking kayfabe, I don’t even care anymore. You deserve it.
(A briefer pause this time, but one that’s no less angry.)
Mike Hawk: And I get the feeling that at least one of you doesn’t like me. That you get the vibe that Tayler Parks got just before she left the company. That I’m a joke. A comedy act that shouldn’t be allowed nice things because I’ll put googly eyes on them.
(He points to himself as he says that.)
Mike Hawk: And maybe I will! …Scratch that, probably I will. Most likely. Okay, almost definitely. But we can’t have that, can we? Variety in our champions? Someone holding the belt who can be described as a wrestler rather than a sports entertainer? Someone who doesn’t bring you into his house every week, like all good combat sports people do, apparently? Yeah, let’s all gather ‘round for the family fuckin’ reunion, watching home movies from 1994. That’ll make a great fuckin’ promo!
(He gets a look of malice in his eyes.)
Mike Hawk: And the worst part? It does! 99 times out of 100, the winner will be the one who has the best sob story. And maybe that wasn’t true when I was in the midcard, but ever since I won that briefcase and got to the main event, I’ve won a single match. One. So clearly, you guys have a preference. And that’s fine!
(He gets closer to the camera.)
Mike Hawk: But then don’t call yourselves a wrestling company. Tell your audience what they’re getting. More importantly, tell your workers exactly what you expect of them!
(He steps back.)
Mike Hawk: Because I could change my character! I could change how I behave, I could conform to the standards that are expected at this level. I could tell some bullshit story about how my brother’s in jail, or my father died when I was 12, or my mother was… eaten by squirrels, or whatever the hell counts as good in your eyes.
(He laughs a little.)
Mike Hawk: And that’s the worst part. I’ve been told I’m good. I’ve been told that you like my character, that I’m really funny, that I deserve to be in my spot.
(He closes his eyes.)
Mike Hawk: But actions speak louder than words.
(He opens them again, shaking his head at the camera.)
Mike Hawk: If I was actually respected around here, maybe I’d have more than just a sympathy win in the past 6 months.
(He pauses again.)
Mike Hawk: And just when I had something planned for me, you snatched that away too! I had the Destination Next briefcase. I cashed it in for Sadham McGhost’s title, taking away one of the best title reigns we’ve ever had, and then I cashed that in for a world title shot. Okay, great! CLEARLY the next step now is to have one of them win the belt, to raise the stakes for their inevitable rematch at the biggest show of the year!
(He pauses, another small chuckle.)
Mike Hawk: And then what happens?
(He shrugs.)
Mike Hawk: Sierra wins, lol! The most predictable ending in the fucking world! Instead of switching shit up, being innovative, and doing something to make a heated grudge match better, instead of doing the logical thing, you went with the golden girl, the one who’s gonna be champion until she quits in 2030, at this rate, who wasn’t even in a feud, AND, at the same time, made me drop the only shot I’ve ever had at gold in this company, for no. Fucking. Reason.
(He sighs again, looking up at the camera with his head down.)
Mike Hawk: So… if this is what you want me to be… if this is what I need to be, in order to start winning matches again… a humorless shell of a human being, a husk that you can puppet around and sell t-shirts, just like all the others who’ve come before me… then fine. Just remember, you asked for this.
(He stops, sighing again.)
Mike Hawk: I won’t cut out the humour… it’s what won me the briefcase to begin with. But if I want to play in the big leagues, be anything higher than a life-long midcarder, then I’m going to have to get more violent. If Sanders wants me to stoop to his level, then maybe I will. Maybe those chants of “Nosferatu” will be updated to “Nosferatu… and Mike!” And maybe, when Creepy Crawly Chris comes for me, which I know that he will, you’ll witness the bloodbath of the century taking place in front of you and think to yourselves “Dear god, what have we done?”. You’ll witness the BREAKING POINT of a man who was just trying to make a name for himself, but was squandered at every opportunity!
(He takes several deep breaths in order to calm himself down.)
Mike Hawk: And maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally witness a victory for the unluckiest man in professional wrestling.
(He points at himself again as he says that.)
Mike Hawk: Is this what you fucking wanted?
(He pushes the camera down. Fade to black.)
Singles Match
Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez vs. Travis Ryan
(The match starts off with Travis trying to push Jenn around with his size, but Jenn just lets him start to wear himself down.)
Alfonso Banks: Jenn is playing it smart!
JR Freeman: Let the big dumb guy tire himself out. Classic.
(Jenn gets him down to the mat and she applies the fujiwara armbar and wrenches it in as much as she can! Travis screams out in pain and looks like he is about to tap out, but reaches for the ropes and manages to get them! The ref calls for Jenn to break the hold. She waits until the ref gets to 4 before releasing it.)
JR Freeman: Another smart move by Jenn!
(Jenn gets back to her feet but doesn’t let up on Travis! She then backs up to the corner and waits for Travis to start getting up before hitting him with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head!)
Alfonso Banks: I KNOW WHATS NEXT!!!
(Without skipping a beat, Jenn hits an Aussie Blackout on Travis and goes for the pin!)
1…2…3!!!
DING DING DING
WINNER - Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez
(The cameras cut backstage, where we see Max Delgado in Josiah Cena’s office, as he’s talking to him.)
Max Delgado: I’m just saying, I’ve been here for over a month, and I had that debut match, then nothing. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to show what I got, and it’s been radio silence.
Josiah Cena: I understand your frustration. I do apologize about the silence. We do work to try and get as many people on shows that want to be. Tell you what, I’ll be sure to get you a match on the next Riot. And, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll see what I can do about getting you a match for Destiny weekend.
Max Delgado: Wow..I…well, that went WAY better than expected. Thanks. I heard you were the one to talk to if I wanted stuff to get done.
(Josiah chuckles.)
Josiah Cena: Any of us would have been good. We all try to make life as good for our roster as possible.
(Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Heather Haze.)
Heather Haze: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
Josiah Cena; Uh..can I help you?
Heather Haze: I’M NOT EVEN INVOLVED IN THE UNITED TITLE MATCH AT DESTINY!?
Josiah Cena: Seems that way.
Heather Haze: But…I SHOULD BE!
Josiah Cena: Obviously, there are those that feel differently.
Heather Haze: You know, you could just add me to the match. Consider it an apology for all the stuff I’ve had to put up with.
Josiah Cena: The stuff YOU’VE had to put up with? You REALLY gonna go there after Demon’s Run? Look, you weren’t added to the United Title match because we were specifically asked NOT to involve you.
Heather Haze: By who!? Star? Laura? I swear-
Josiah Cena: The champion.
(Without skipping a beat, Max lets out a gasp and clasps his hands on his cheeks.)
Max Delgado: Plot twist!
(Haze GLARES at Max, as Cena can’t help but chuckle a little bit. Heather looks back at Cena, now furious.)
Heather Haze: No no no, you’re wrong! There’s no WAY Lexi wouldn’t want me to be a part of the match. She all but told me so earlier!
Max Delgado: Did she though…
Josiah Cena: Easy, Max. Heather…the match is set, should the challengers choose to accept it. Sorry, but you’re not in the match.
(This, of course, infuriates Heather even more.)
Heather Haze: I’m gonna get this sorted out.
(She snarls at Max, before storming out of the locker room.)
Max Delgado: I see what they say about her is true…got a few screws loose. Gotta say, you handled that well.
Josiah Cena: All in a day’s work. Think I’m getting used to this management gig.
(We cut away.)
(The cameras cut to the back where Star Stormz was standing in her office.)
Star Stormz: I hope you guys are enjoying tonight’s show. We’ve seen some interesting things so far, but it’s that time of the night again. To announce our next Hall of Fame inductee for the class of 2022. This person was a mainstay back in the old PWSi days. She made quite a name for herself amongst those in the back and the fans. She had a tenured career not only in PWS, but in our sister company PWSWF, where she held the Women’s Tag Team Titles to add to her list of gold that included the PWSi Vixxxen’s Title. An original “Anti-Diva”, who helped forge the way for many who came after her… It’s my distinct honor to announce that BRITTANY LOPEZ is on her way to the PWS Hall of Fame class of 2022. Congratulations!
(She smiles as the crowd erupts. The camera cuts to the following image:)
Main Event
Tag-Team Match
Alexis Makarios & Heather Haze vs. Audrey Russow & Miles Kasey
JR Freeman: Man, what a show we’ve had tonight. Destiny is already shaping up, and what an extravaganza it is going to be!
Alfonso Banks: But, before we get there, we have a HUGE tag team match to main event tonight! The reunion of the Vixens of Pain!
JR Freeman: That is right, even though it seems they may not be on the same page. Let’s send things to Meg Reynolds in the ring.
(The cameras cut to Meg Reynolds.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening!
(The fans cheer.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a tag-team match, and introducing the competitors…
(The arena goes dark as the opening chords of Willa Ford's "I Wanna Be Bad" blasts out of the speakers. Bright neon lights flash out from the ramp, and the words "The Bad Girl" flash across the screen, as Heather Haze strides out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. She smiles as her theme music continues to bump out of the p.a. system.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, fromSan Fernando Valley, California, the Bad Girl, Heather Haze!
(Heather strikes a seductive pose for a moment, then dances a little to the music, shaking her hips to wolf-whistles from the crowd and smiling, before making her way slowly to the ring. She then sprints the last few feet and baseball slides into the ring, coming up into a quick predatory crouch, her eyes locked on the fans. She then arches her back as she pushes her ample breasts outward and throws her head back in an orgasmic fashion, making the men in the audience shout with cat calls and whistles as the music fades.)
Meg Reynolds: And her tag team partner…
(The lights dim as the opening chords of “MZ Hyde” by Halestorm hit. Strobe lights start to flash at the top of the ramp as Alexis Makarios comes out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. The arena fills with a chorus of “FIRECRACKER”. She smirks, as she readjusts the United Title on her shoulder, looking down at it for a second.)
Meg Reynolds: From Sydney, Australia, she is the PWS: APEX United Champion, Alexis Makarios!
(The lights brighten back up as Alexis starts making her way down the ramp, high fiving fans as she goes. Once she gets to the bottom of the ramp she stops and motions for the fans to keep going. As they do, she slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops to her feet. She goes to a corner and hops up on the ropes posing for the fans, all the while, completely ignoring Haze. She hops down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same. She then, finally looks at Heather, as the two start all but screaming at each other.)
JR Freeman: Yeesh…did it suddenly just get a LOT colder in here? You’d never know they were actually a tag team.
Alfonso Banks: Whatever issues they are working through, they better get them figured out, and quickly.
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents…
(“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat.)
Meg Reynolds: From Manchester, United Kingdom…Miles Kasey!
(Miles bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, but he stops before sliding into the ring, stopping at the bottom of the ramp. He smirks, as his music fades, and the lights go out again(“My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy starts to play over the sound system, as the lights bleed into a purple tint. Audrey Russow makes her way out onto the stage, as pyro goes off with the hits of the beat, before Audrey starts making her way down the ramp.)
Meg Reynolds: Making her way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Audrey Russow!
(Audrey gets to ringside, and she and Miles give each other a high five, before they slide into the ring together. They stare across the ring at their opponents, before going to their corner. They talk it over, and Miles agrees to start the match, as Alexis volunteers herself to start the match for her team, much to the chagrin of Heather Haze.)
JR Freeman: Man, Alexis and Haze really don’t seem on the same page. It looked like Heather didn’t even want Alexis to start the match.
Alfonso Banks: Well, can you blame her? She feels ultimately betrayed by Alexis after what Cena said. Which, do you think that’s true? You think Alexis really asked management not to involve Heather in the match?
JR Freeman: Well, Cena isn’t one to make something like that up.
(The bell rings to start the match, as Miles and Alexis circle around in the ring, sizing each other up, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Miles spins behind Alexis, going for a belly to back suplex, but Alexis blocks, and does a standing switch, going for a suplex of her own. Miles blocks with his foot, and breaks the contact, as the two turn to each other, and lock up again. This time, Alexis sends Miles to the ropes, and when he rebounds off the ropes, he gets a kick to the back from Haze, which causes Alexis to yell at her. She gets Miles back into the center of the ring, locking up again. Alexis goes o send Miles to the other ropes, but he reverses it, and when she rebounds off the ropes, he bends down and sends her flying with a back body drop, and follows it up with a standing moonsault, going for the pin.)
1…
2…
Kickout!
JR Freeman: Already, we see the miscommunication between Haze and Makarios proving to be a problem. It seems it really has taken Alexis off her game.
Alfonso Banks: She’s really going to need to focus up here.
(Miles goes over to his corner, tagging in Audrey. Audrey gets in the ring, and gets Alexis to her feet, before sending her to the ropes. Alexis comes back, and Audrey knocks her down with a dropkick. She gets back up, and starts getting Alexis into position for the Aurora submission, but Alexis frantically manages to escape her grasp, and makes it back to her feet. In somewhat of a desperation move, she nails Audrey with a vicious super kick, as Audrey crashes to the mat. Alexis falls to the mat, before getting back to her feet, walking over her corner. But, Haze is yelling at her, and when Alexis holdsout her hand for a tag, Haze refuses to tag in.)
JR Freeman: Oh, come on! Are you serious? Get in there!
Alfonso Banks: She’s obviously still upset, JR.
JR Freeman: This is no time to hold grudges!
(Alexis and Haze argue for a moment, and by this time, Audrey has recovered and made it to her feet. She sees the two arguing, and shakes her head. She walks over to Alexis, grabs hold of her arm, and slaps Heather with it, tagging her into the match. Alexis looks at Audrey in shock for a second, but then just kinda shrugs and gets out of the ring, as Haze looks at both of them with utter disdain.)
JR Freeman: Well…that’s one way to get her in the match.
Alfonso Banks: That has to be against the rules somewhere…she just made her partner assault her!
JR Freeman: Would you stop!?
(Haze gets in the ring, all the while yelling at Audrey, as the two jaw jack at each other. The jaw jacking quickly turns to punches, as they start exchanging right hand shots. Haze sends Audrey to the ropes, and when she comes back, Haze goes for a back body drop, but Audrey rolls over her, and pulls her back with a backstabber, and floats over, trying to get Haze into position for the Aurora, but Haze manages to break out of it. Haze gives a few kicks to Audrey’s face, allowing her time to get back to her feet.)
JR Freeman: Good job there by Haze, narrowly avoiding possible disaster. If Audrey had managed to lock in the Aurora, it could have been all over.
Alfonso Banks: Well, I think this match would be an entirely different story if Haze’s partner would act like one.
(Haze scrambles over to her corner, violently tagging Aleis into the match. Alexis just looks at Haze for a second, before stepping into the ring. Audrey tags in Miles, as he hops over the ropes and into the match. The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, before Alexis sends him to the corner, where Haze is standing. Alexis turns to say something to Audrey that we can’t hear, but Haze starts choking Miles in the corner. Audrey points it out to Alexis, as Alexis turns, and walks over, yelling at Haze. Audrey and Haze get in the ring to confront each other, and start arguing in the middle of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Things are really boiling down here…
Alfonso Banks: Come on, they gotta keep it together.
(Alexis, in an attempt to break up the confrontation, walks up, but before she can, Heather takes a swing at Audrey with a clothesline, but Audrey ducks, and Heather plants Alexis to the mat! Audrey tackles Haze, and the two fall out of the ring, still brawling, as in the ring, Miles gets to his feet, and gets Alexis into position, hitting her with the Blast from the Past, and going for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, the team of Audrey Russow and Miles Kasey!
JR Freeman: And, not really all that surprised, given the fact they weren’t anywhere close to being on the same page, Alexis and Heather are on the losing end here tonight. You have to think Alexis is going to be pissed about this.
Alfonso Banks: Alexis? She’s the one that lost the match!
JR Freeman: Because she got slammed by her own partner!
Alfonso Banks: It was an accident!
JR Freeman: Anytime Alexis tries to break up things between Haze and Audrey, bad things happen to her.
Alfonso Banks: Well…maybe she should learn from that.
WINNERS - Audrey Russow & Miles Kasey
(Audrey and Miles are celebrating in the ring, when suddenly, “Bitches” by MSI starts to play over the sound system.)
JR Freeman: What? Brody Shiner?
Alfonso Banks: I mean, he DOES have a thing for Heather Haze…maybe he’s coming out here to check on her?
(Miles is in the ring, seemingly expecting an attack, when, out of nowhere, we see Brody Shiner come FLYING through the curtain onto the stage.)
“Keep your hopes up high, and your head down low!”
(The words JACK. RUSSOW. Appear on the tron, and the camera cuts to Miles, who has an “oh shit” look on his face, as the youngster of the Russow clan comes out onto the stage, stepping over the fallen body of Shiner, and making his way down the ramp, headed to the ring.)
JR Freeman: Jack Russow! He’s here! He’s back! But…what does he want now?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t begin to try to understand what runs through a Russow’s head.
(Jack slides into the ring, and gets right in Miles’s face. He then takes a step back, and starts to golf-clap for Miles, as Miles tilts his head. Audrey watches all this, and just shrugs, saying something to Jack before taking her exit from the ring, leaving Miles and Jack in the ring. Jack takes his hand, and points a finger at Miles. He turns his finger, and points to himself, then turns his finger again, and points it at the Destiny sign. The crowd cheers.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God…Jack Russow versus Miles Kasey! Destiny is going to be HUGE!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, yeah it is. But, will Miles accept the challenge? Only time will tell.
JR Freeman: So sorry, fans. But that’s all the time we have for you tonight. Join us next time on Riot, as we continue on the path to Destiny! So long, and goodnight, everybody!
(The cameras get one last shot of MIles and Jack, as the show fades to black.)
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