Post by Star Stormz on Apr 15, 2022 2:11:30 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT
Tuesday, April 12th
SAP ARENA AT SAN JOSE, CA
(The PWS APEX logo flashes across the screen, before we cut live to the SAP Arena, and are greeted by JR and Alf.)
JR Freeman: Hello, and welcome to PWS APEX Tuesday RIOT! I’m JR Freeman, he’s Alfonso Banks, and we have a great show for you tonight. We are on the road to Destiny, and tonight we see the in-ring return of Jack Russow!
Alfonso Banks: Also, our world champ, Sierra Williams is in action.
JR Freeman: As are our tag champs, Sass N’ Bash, Bella Madison and Malachi.
Alfonso Banks: Tonight’s gonna be a great one!
JR Freeman: Agreed, and we’re starting things off with Dionysus and Richard Rider.
(The cameras cut to ringside.)
Singles Match
Dionysus vs. Richard Rider
(As soon as Dionysus steps into the ring, he clotheslines Rider so hard he flips onto his stomach. The bell rings and The Mad God lays into Rider, stiff shots piling on stiff shots as he ignores the smaller man’s effeminate pleas of “not the face”.)
JR Freeman: Wow! Dionysus is not happy.
Alfonso Banks: And the award for understatement of the year goes to…
JR Freeman: …Are you gonna finish that sentence?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t tell you how to do your job!
JR Freeman: You CONSTANTLY tell me how to do my job!
Alfonso Banks: Well, maybe you should start taking my advice.
(Rider tries getting some offense in, even jumping off the ropes to go for a crossbody, but it’s all ineffective, said crossbody landing him in the giant’s awaiting grasp, whereupon he plants him with a powerbomb to the turnbuckle. After another few minutes of merciless pounding, Rider’s all but completely out. In the moments where he’s actually aware enough to throw punches, they’re weak and in vain.)
JR Freeman: If Richard Rider’s not careful, he’ll get himself killed!
Alfonso Banks: Better him than us!
JR Freeman: Alf, that’s terrible!
Alfonso Banks: What? It’s true! If he’s in the ring getting his face punched in by the world’s strongest, angriest emo, who am I to interfere?
(Dionysus keeps up the brutal assault, even hitting Rider so hard, and so many times, that he bleeds. He kicks him out of the ring and follows him, continuing to attack him there with an assault that ends with The Horseman of Death hurling him back inside over the top rope, before getting back in himself to continue. After yet more brutal punching, he lifts Rider up for the Rusty Cleaver.)
Alfonso Banks: Stop! Stop, he’s already dead!
(Hitting the move, Dionysus isn’t done. He stands up and hits it again. And again. And again. He ends up slamming “Hollywood” Dick’s entire body onto the mat again and again, 6 or 7 times all told. He finally, mercifully goes for the pin…)
1!
2!
(No, Dio lifts Rider’s shoulder off the mat intentionally, he’s not done. He throws the nearly-unconscious man out of the ring again, throwing him around, continuing the beating and hitting the Loaded Pistol onto the ring apron!)
JR Freeman: Dios Mio!
Alfonso Banks: That is, don’t forget, the hardest part of the ring!
JR Freeman: What? Why would you bother saying that? And wouldn’t the hardest part of the ring be the turnbuckles?
Alfonso Banks: Hey… shut up.
(He throws Rider into the barricade, before rolling him back into the ring and hitting one last Rusty Cleaver, pinning him to the mat with a sadistic grin on his face.)
1!
2!
3!
(It’s over. Dionysus doesn’t even use the time to celebrate, instead raining down on the bloodied Rider with punch after punch. The time keeper rings the bell repeatedly, as if that’ll fucking do anything. Security guards rush the ring and Dionysus bats them away, continuing his assault, not just on Rider but on anyone else who steps to him. Finally, Jonathan Sanders makes his way out onto the stage, calling out.)
Jonathan Sanders: DIONYSUUUUUSSSS!
(Dionysus stops, looking at The Lost Cause, who holds up a hand and shakes his head. Dio gets one last stomp in on Rider’s head before stepping out of the ring, a terrifyingly calm expression on his face as he walks to the back accompanied by The Snake of Eden.)
Alfonso Banks: …Jesus Christ.
JR Freeman: I’m at a loss for words, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Wow! Alert the Navy, there’s a first time for everything!
JR Freeman: The Navy!?
Alfonso Banks: It’s like the army, but for the sea.
JR Freeman: I know what the Navy is!
(Rider is tended to by multiple EMTs, being loaded onto a stretcher and carried out of the ring before the next segment begins.)
WINNER= DIONYSUS
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight I sat down with our champion Sierra Williams to talk about her upcoming match with Audrey Russow as well as where she sees the company going....
(We cut from ringside to a non descript room. Sierra Williams sits across from JR with the PWS Apex world title sitting between them on a table. Sierra sits back with her hands clasped together as JR looks at a few notes.)
JR Freeman: Sierra, Thank you for joining me, this will be airing this week, the same night you will be facing Max Delgado on Riot but I wanted to look a little into the past and also toward the future and not just for the championship but also the company...Now when you first entered the company you set your sights on the World title, was ther eever a moment where you didn't think you'd win it?
(Sierra shakes her head and sighs.)
Sierra Williams: No. See, I had success in SCW, I had limited success in Division and WWH, but when I first saw PWS, when I realized I was coming into this company it all felt very new but also familiar at the same time. I knew so many people here in the company and I knew that with that experience and those relationships I could feel comfortable. So we with my best I would capture that championship.
JR Freeman: Even after failing the first time?
Sierra Williams: Failing just lit that fire brighter. I burned hotter, I wanted that championship even more. But unlike most I knew I had to go back to the start and fight my way back up. So that's what I did...
JR Freeman: You did, a triple threat match where you became the champion but even though you pinned Mack McKane many pointed at Malachi being involved as the reason you won that championship, but do you feel that beating Mack one on one was something you had to do to legitimize your reign?
Sierra Williams: No.
JR Freeman: At all?
Sierra Williams: It was good for my piece of mind but did I need to do it to make my title reign mean something? No. I did that by beating everyone PWS Apex has put in the ring with me...
JR Freeman: And you have been on a hell of a run, but now that run is in danger as you face Audrey Russow, an opponent you seemingly hand picked...why?
Sierra Williams: I haven't faced Audrey one on one, she came the closest in the elimination chamber, it seemed fair. And I get it, people don't usually think of these things but I felt like Audrey deserved it. And she and I will settle this at Destiny.
JR Freeman: If you do get past Audrey, where do you see PWS Apex and yourself going forward?
Sierra shrugs and shakes her head.
Sierra Williams: I don't like to look past opponents or title defenses but since you asked...I don't know. I don't know who will be next I don't know who will step up I don't even know if I will be the champion, there is a good chance Audrey could beat me and then I would look at if I earned a rematch with my actions or if I would want to take time off, or if I do beat her...who should come after me and where I'll be going. As for the company? PWS Apex has grown. It is a place where wrestlers can work and not have to worry about outside influences and a lot of the rampant bullshit of other companies....and that is what matters...
JR Freeman: Thank you and we're all looking forward to your match against Max and the upcoming showdown between yourself and Audrey Russow
(The cameras cut to the back where there was a lot of yelling taking place. The cameras turn the corner to see Miss Puppies and Dirty Bitch screaming at each other.)
Miss Puppies: SO YOU NEED TO BACK THE FUCK UP OFF MY HUSBAND!
Dirty Bitch: HE AINT YOUR HUSBAND! HE’S STILL LEGALLY MARRIED TO ME! YOUR MARRIAGE ISN’T LEGIT!!!
Miss Puppies: YOU BITCH!
(Puppies lunges towards her only to be caught by Dirty Dogg. She keeps swinging but is held back.)
Dirty Dogg: KNOCK IT OFF!!! You two need to at least be civil to each other!
Miss Puppies: NEVER!
Dirty Bitch: Why? When pissing her off is so much more fun!
(Miss Puppies stops fighting and Dirty Dogg let's her go. He stands in the middle of them, keeping them apart.)
Dirty Dogg: Look, I don't know why you are back. I don’t really care why. But I can’t go having you two trying to kill each other all the time. So, we are gonna solve this one way or another.
Miss Puppies: Let me choke the life out of her, then you will be a widower.
Dirty Dogg: No… we are gonna handle this the way that it should happen in this business.
Dirty Bitch: You’re gonna get us booked in a match?
(He looks like he got an idea)
Dirty Dogg: That’s EXACTLY what I’m gonna do! Now… you both better be in one piece when I return!
(He rushes off, leaving the two of them glaring at each other.)
Miss Puppies: I hate you
(The cameras cut to a commercial)
Tag Team Match
Non-Title Match - If the Landersons win, they will be in the Tag Title Match at Destiny
Sass N’ Bash vs. The Landersons
(The match starts with Malachi and El in the ring. El starts the match off strong with a diving lariat, and from there his speed and size give him the advantage, letting him outrun the stronger man. Hitting a hurricanrana, he goes for a pin but it doesn’t even get a one count.)
JR Freeman: You know, a great thing about El Landerson is that he’ll always outspeed his opponent, being one of the fastest in the business!
Alfonso Banks: True. Especially someone like Malachi!
(As Landerson continues to deliver the offense, he’s suddenly stopped in his tracks by a lung blower. Malachi uses the time to tag in Bella, who runs at Landerson and starts attacking. The match is Sass N Bash controlled for a little while, Malachi going to the Landerson’s corner of the ring from the outside, pulling Aaliyah off the apron, and they start going at it.)
(As Aaliyah starts getting the upper hand on Malachi, Bella gets distracted, and that gives El enough time to go for the 619!)
JR Freeman: 619!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah! Any move name that has 69 in it is fine by me!
JR Freeman: Alf! …Gross!
(He tries for the West Coast Pop, but he’s caught in mid air and hit with a vicious powerbomb. Both pairs fight for a while longer, and Bella hits the Ashes to Ashes! She goes for the pin!)
1!
2!
…
(No, El Landerson kicks out! Aaliyah finally gets back up to the apron and he tags her in. She comes in like a house of fire, using her speed and flying prowess to make quick work of Bella, delivering some impressive top rope moves. After a while, though, her moves are reversed and Bella starts attacking her, leading eventually to a double hot tag. El and Mal go at it again, Malachi having the upper hand this time. He ends up hitting a superkick, though it brings both of them down.)
JR Freeman: Wow, both of these men are worn out from this match!
Alfonso Banks: This match has no reason to slap as hard as it does!
JR Freeman: Hey, Alf, these are 4 of the most talented competitors in PWS!
Alfonso Banks: True, but still!
(After the double-down, Malachi is up first and he throws Landerson into the corner and starts attacking him there. He runs over and hits Aaliyah off the apron, and soon he goes over and tags in Bella, before picking El up and hitting the Ebb And Flow with her! Bella pins El…)
1!
2!
3!
(The bell rings as “Entertain You” starts playing as Sass N’ Bash are announced as the winners. They wait for The Landersons to get up and offer them handshakes, which the smaller duo accept, raising their hands in victory.)
WINNER= SASS N BASH
(The scene goes backstage, we see Jenn walking through the hallways looking for someone. As she’s walking she walks into a stagehand, who points in the direction she wanted to go. She nods her head as she makes her journey. She spotted someone that she was looking for and grew the biggest smile on her face.)
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: There you are!
(The person she’s talking to turns around, and it turns out to be Eddie Lopez! No history introduction has to be said about these two. They’ve always had each others backs no matter what.)
Eddie Lopez: I was about to Star’s office to talk to her about something, what’s up?
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: I wanted to talk to you about that match against your daughter and see where your mindset is.
Eddie Lopez: Honestly? I didn’t expect her to come out like that and lay me out…. But then again, I would have done the same thing. I applaud her for that, but as far as the match goes? Iunno. I just…feel different about it, and the way she spoke to me. How dare she speak to her own father that way!
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: 2 parts here, first part, what’s indifferent about it?
Eddie Lopez: I don’t think I can live up to that measuring stick she wants me to….My knees and back aren’t what they were when I was younger…
(Jenn stares at Eddie for a second.)
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: Yeah you can. You showed signs of it last year in that match against Nick Madison. Sure, it wasn’t a normal match but it doesn’t matter. YOU showed signs of the old Eddie that used to terrorize the people of any roster you were on. You are just… using excuses to physic yourself out. You’re trying to blame your knees, your back, or whatever excuse you want to use not to be at your best. This isn’t the Eddie that used to train me, or the Eddie that used to hold the world title. Maybe Gracie is right, maybe you are broken down….
Eddie Lopez: Now you’re doing it!
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: Doing what!?
Eddie Lopez: Using that word, broken down… I’m not!
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: Then show me! Show the world, show this roster who the hell the real Eddie Lopez is. It sure isn’t the person I’m talking to now. Look, I’ve faced Gracie twice before, and let me tell you if you’re not ready for her, she’s gonna kick your ass. Look at Bella, look at everyone she came in contact with. She almost took that belt off of Sierra... When she’s highly motivated it’s nearly impossible to beat her.
(Eddie tries to speak but Jenn cuts him off.)
Jenn Carpenter Lopez: 4 years ago, I remember you having the best match of your career before you decided to go as a part-timer. You and David Shane tore down the house that night, and you never once complained about your knees or your back. What’s the difference now? The white hair you have? You’re 4 years older? It shouldn’t matter… I know you still have the passion for this, you’re still the Eddie Lopez that these fans loved for over 25 years, you just need to find it again.
(Eddie looks at his ex-wife and best friend for a moment, his facial expression starts to change. Everything that Jenn is saying to him starts to move the wheels in his head that he can do this, that he NEEDS to go back to his roots, and defend his ring.)
Eddie Lopez: You know what… you’re right. It’s time to show these new kids that these “old” wrestlers still have what it takes to be at the top of our game!
(We cut backstage, where we see Josiah Cena sitting in his office, as there is a knock on the door.)
Josiah Cena: It’s open.
(The door opens, and in walks Heather Haze. Josiah looks up from his desk, and nods.)
Josiah Cena: Nice of you to knock, instead of just barging in here.
Heather Haze: Well, I was hoping to catch you in a pleasant mood.
Josiah Cena: You’re still not getting into the United Title match at Destiny…
Heather Haze: Oh, I’m past that. But, what about one of the other matches at Destiny? I’m sure one of them could use my star power.
Josiah Cena: Actually, the other matches are pretty much set.
Heather Haze: What about the Jack and Miles match? Surely adding me would make it so much better.
Josiah Cena: Jack and Miles are bound to have a show stopper on their own.
Heather Haze: Well..what about the World Title match? Biggest show of the year. Can’t have a main event without the hottest girl in the game.
Josiah Cena: Audrey has earned a one-on-one shot. She did pin you at the chamber.
(Heather is getting visibly annoyed now.)
Heather Haze: Fine, what about Gracie and Eddie? Gracie doesn’t deserve to have Eddie’s last match all to herself. It should be someone that will do it right.
Josiah Cena: Eddie has already agreed to Gracie being his last opponent…and…you aren’t exactly high on the Lopez’s list, so I doubt they would be okay with that.
(Heather scoffs.)
Heather Haze: I have been nothing but nice to those trolls. Whatever, what about the CD title? I never lost the title technically.
Josiah Cena: Heather…don’t punch down. You and I both know you’ve moved past that.
Heather Haze: Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? I had thought I was going to get a match with Audrey at Destiny, the way things were going, but then she went off an got herself an undeserved world title shot. Lexi has abandoned me and left me out to dust to defend her title. Seems like everywhere I turn to, people have matches. Damnit, I’m the first two time champion in PWS Apex history, surely there HAS to be a spot on Destiny for me. I mean… come on… it’s ME!
Josiah Cena: Sorry, but right now, there isn’t.
Heather Haze: Oh, come on! Surely there’s SOMETHING you can do? I mean…you’re the one walking around here acting like you run things…time to start walking the walk.
(Josiah sits back in his chair, looking at Heather with a very serious look.)
Josiah Cena: Be very careful about the next words that come out of your mouth.
Heather Haze: Destiny needs me. You and I both know that. If you’re not going to do something about it, I will.
Josiah Cena: Oh, I am going to do something. Because, you see…you can run around and disrespect all of your “friends” and not give a damn about the consequences, but you wanna smart off to a management member? So, here’s what I’m going to do. Next week, you’re going to have a match.
Heather Haze: Fine. Who’s ass am I kicking?
Josiah Cena: You wanna let out some frustrations? Fine. You can face the entire PWS Apex developmental roster in a gauntlet match. IF you make it through all that…I’ll see what I can do about getting you a match at Destiny.
(Heather thinks for a moment, then smirks.)
Heather Haze: Doesn’t sound fair but… if it gets me what I want I’ll do anything.
Josiah Cena: Now, if that’s all. Get. Out. Of my office.
Heather Haze: Was just leaving. Was it really so hard to do the right thing?
Josiah Cena: Get out.
(We cut back to ringside.)
Singles Match
Kallie Reznik vs. Devon Ryder
(The match starts out with Ryder and Kallie having a bit of a standoff. Kallie takes the first move, grabbing for Ryder’s arm. He pulls his arm out of the way and instead grabs her head, DDTing her into the mat quickly. He goes for a quick cover, but she kicks out before the ref can even drop to the mat. The two hop back up to their feet and lock up. The match continues on for several minutes with neither being able to take complete control over the other.)
JR Freeman: Devon Ryder tried to get a sneaky one in on Kallie early!
Alfonso Banks: I mean… it’s a good tactic! Take your opponent out early, less chance of things going wrong.
JR Freeman: Or getting hurt.
Alfonso Banks: Kallie couldn’t hurt a fly.
JR Freeman: BET!
(After several minutes, Ryder has taken control and has gotten Kallie to the mat. He rolls her onto her stomach and rams his knee into her side. He then takes both knees and slams them to her back, before reaching over and crossing her legs at the ankle. He grabs them and her head and rolls back, putting her in the “Canadian Shield”. Kallie screams out in pain.)
Alfonso Banks: MY back hurts just SEEING that!
JR Freeman: Unless she can get free… she is for sure going to have to tap out.
(Kallie screams and does her best to get free, but to no avail. The referee asks if she wants to tap out, she screams no towards him with tears streaming down her face. She frantically reaches for the ropes, but is mere inches shy of reaching them. She grabs Ryder’s hand that was pulling back on her shoulder and with both hands frees it juuuuuuust enough that she is able to roll off his knees. She continues rolling right out of the ring to the ground.)
JR Freeman: Even just a minute more and Kallie could have risked injury if she didn’t tap out.
Alfonso Banks: But there’s no shame is tapping out. He who knows when to surrender, lives to fight another war.
JR Freeman: Was that in your fortune cookie?
(The referee had gotten up to a 7 count before Kallie slid herself back inside the ring. As she does, Ryder grabs her and rolls her up quickly!)
1…2…3? NO!
(She kicked out right before the 3! Ryder glares at the referee, giving her just enough time to get to her feet and take a few steps back. He stands up, turns around, and she runs at him performing a beautiful TOUCH OF THE ERINYES and floats over for a pin.)
1…2…3!!!
DING DING DING
WINNER= KALLIE REZNIK
(We cut away from ringside, as the cameras show Josiah Cena sitting at his desk in his office. He looks up to the camera, flashing a smile.)
Josiah Cena; As you know, we are well on the road to Destiny, and as part of the monumental Destiny weekend, on the Friday night, we are hosting our 2022 PWS Hall of Fame class induction ceremony. Tonight, we are extremely pleased to announce the next inductee of the Hall of Fame class of 2022. He spent years as the voice of Pro Wrestling Smarks, and was the lead commentator for PWSR. Along with Sid Carmack, he brought our favorite matches to life with his words, excitement, and passion. He is one of, if not THE most legendary commentator in this industry. I am very honored to call him a friend, and I am overjoyed to announce that the latest inductee into the PWS Hall of Fame is Art Campbell. Congratulations, old friend. This is well deserved.
(The camera cuts back to ringside, where Alf and JR are both giving a standing ovation.)
JR Freeman: Truly one of the greats.
Alfonso Banks: You got that right! So very deserving.
(Backstage, we find Tanya Riehl standing with the PWS: Apex logo, a bright smile on her face and a microphone in her hand.)
Tanya Riehl: Ladies and gentlemen, at Demon's Run, we saw the United Championship change hands from Cleo Phillips to the first champion to hold all of PWS: Apex gold at least once, Alexis Makarios. Alexis hasn't been quiet about who she wants to challenge...and right now, I'm standing next to the very woman that Alexis has extended an opportunity to...
(The camera pans back a bit to reveal the equally excited grinning Kallie Reznik, dressed and ready to go for her match with Devon Ryder. She stands with her hands folded in front of her, energy pouring out of her body as she teeters on her toes and waves directly at the camera.)
Tanya Riehl: Kallie Reznik! Kallie, I'm so glad to be standing here with you tonight. (She laughs slightly as Kallie nods at her vigorously.) I know your only negative mark on your record here at PWS has been to Alexis, with that draw that you had a couple of months ago. But since then, you've been hitting everything and everyone with all that you have in you. I have to know...
(Kallie shakes her head slightly, still smiling, but pulls the microphone towards her.)
Kallie Reznik: Yes.
(Tanya blinks for a second, having not even gotten the opportunity to ask.)
Tanya Riehl: ...yes?
(Kallie nods again, leaning forward for the microphone to be brought to her mouth.)
Kallie Reznik: Yes.
Tanya Riehl: ...you're saying yes to Alexis' challenge?
Kallie Reznik: Yep!
(Tanya waits for a moment, a little confused, but that doesn't seem to phase The Butterfly as she tilts her head to the side.)
Kallie Reznik: I know, that's like, a huge thing to say. Alexis is a wonderful wrestler, and so is Cleo. I know Cleo gets a rematch, and I think that she should absolutely get that. But if I can remind all of you, and even you Tanya...
(Kallie turns her head and looks at the camera as she speaks.)
Kallie Reznik: Both of them offered me the opportunity to face them if they came out of Destiny the winner. Not just Alexis, not just Cleo. Both of them. I am both honored and like...invigorated...by the challenge. So yes, absolutely. I want the chance to face both of them for the championship and cement myself in the annals of PWS as the woman who came in with no fanfare, as a newcomer to entire company and beat some of the best that this company has to offer. And soon...soon...
(Kallie grins wider.)
Kallie Reznik: I won't stop there. Now, Tanya, I have to get ready to beat Devon Ryder for a second time since I've been in this company. Annnnnd if it wasn't clear...
(She turns to leave, but stops.)
Kallie Reznik: Yep!
(She bounces off with a smile and Tanya confusedly laughs, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders as the cameras go back to ringside.)
Triple Threat Match
Madison Carpenter vs. Mike Hawk vs. Alexander Lyons
(Before this match begins, as the competitors square up in the middle of the ring, suddenly their attentions - and ours - are grabbed by the audience erupting in boos. Directing their gaze to the source of the sound, as the camera moves in that direction as well, a spotlight is shone on a cordoned-off section of the arena’s stands, where Jonathan Sanders has emerged from backstage to watch the upcoming match. He slithers his way towards a chair, then takes a seat - placing one foot on the ground and one up on the back of the chair behind him, his steel-grey eyes glinting maliciously in the light as he locks them on the ring.)
JR Freeman: What the hell is Jonathan Sanders doing out here? More mind games?
Alfonso Banks: Well, WHATEVER it is, it seems to be working!
(Indeed so, as Mike Hawk’s attention is firmly on the stands, his face bearing a look of both exasperation and frustration. This doesn’t last long, however, as the bell rings and Lyons takes advantage by clocking him in the back of the head. This one starts off at a breakneck pace thereafter, which is to be expected as every single competitor is coming into this match with a chip on their shoulder and something to prove. Lyons maintains the advantage in the early going, using his power, speed and ferocity to keep his opponents on the ground or on the backfoot, fighting defensively. It seems his “feral’ strategy was not only a warning, but a PROMISE, as he battles with an intensity we haven’t seen from the former Exiled Prince in quite some time. He uses stiff kicks, elbows and backfists to positively WHALE on his opponents, making full use of the environment as he throws them into the corners, ring posts and each other with relish. He keeps the pressure on with this smashmouth, violent style - almost more reminiscent of his stablemate Tyson Sykes than Lyons’ usual strategy - to net himself a couple of close twos around the midpoint. These near falls seem to invigorate the Horseman of Conquest, causing him to slip into overconfidence and hold Madison Carpenter up in a Stalling Suplex for just a SECOND too long, allowing the crafty student of the Lopez clan to flip out the back, flooring him with a quick kick to the back of the knee. She then follows it up with an Enzuigiri to the kneeling Lyons and goes on the offensive herself.)
JR Freeman: Dios mio, what a reversal! That’s why you never take your eye off Madison Carpenter!
Alfonso Banks: Exactly, JR…you’re totally right on that one!
JR Freeman: …Wait, really?
Alfonso Banks: Yes! Because she’s an underhanded CHEATER! A snake in the grass, waiting to strike as soon as you look away!
JR Freeman: *sigh* THERE it is.
(Back in the ring, Madison Carpenter continues her house-on-fire comeback spree, sending Hawk out of the ring with a dropkick through the middle rope before taking the fight to the now-isolated Alexander Lyons. She uses her speed to her advantage, engaging in quick hit-and-run attacks and working the knees with her educated feet to keep him from gaining the advantage. As soon as Lyons begins to sit back up, she hits the ropes and sprints towards him, nailing the Running Knee-Smash, which she then follows up by heading to the top for a diving Meteora! The signature move is followed by a pin attempt…which Hawk slides back into the ring to break up!)
Alfonso Banks: Haha, attaboy Mr. President! NEVER go down without a fight!
JR Freeman: Hawk’s certainly tenacious, Alf, but we have to wonder how much his head is in this match, knowing he’s being watched.
(We cut again to Jonathan Sanders at that point, who has now sat forward in his chair, fingers tented, as he rests his elbows on both knees and watches the action intently. Mike Hawk makes eye contact with the self-proclaimed “Lost Cause” and taunts him, shouting “Fuck off, Jared Leto!” which prompts a chant of “JA-RED LE-TO!” from the crowd in response. Sanders simply grins and tilts his head, his hair falling across one eye as he looks on in silence. Lyons has largely recovered and tries to capitalize on Hawk, rolling him up, but he POWERFULLY kicks out after just one and sends Lyons reeling to the outside. He hangs on to the apron to try to save himself, but Hawk whips Madison Carpenter into the ropes to send Lyons to the floor. He catches her on the rebound with a snap Powerslam which nets a quick two, then goes about keeping his advantage and showing off his power at the same time. Hawk seems to be on the warpath tonight, abandoning much of his usual shenanigans in the ring and instead using his opponents to vent a lot of his frustrations. After an unsuccessful comeback attempt by Lyons - who Hawk DOES make a running joke out of knocking off the apron in an increasingly-zany way every time, to the crowd’s delight - Madison Carpenter DOES manage to reverse a Powerbomb into a Hurricanrana and mount an offensive. She keeps Hawk down and heads to the top rope, looking for the Phoenix Down…but the President was playing possum, and he springs up to catch her in a mid-air FYIA for the one…two…three!)
Alfonso Banks: YES! He pulled it off! Mike Hawk is a jobber no more!
JR Freeman: You know he’s won more than 80 percent of his matches in this company, right Alf?
Alfonso Banks: JOBBER NO MORE! JOBBER NO MORE! JOBBER NO MORE!
JR Freeman: …It is a WONDER I’m not an alcoholic after working with you this long.
(Hawk’s face breaks out into a shit-eating, arrogant grin as his hand is raised by the referee, with Carpenter leaving the ring in shame and Lyons being tended to on the outside as the Superman theme begins again. The self-proclaimed “President of Pro Wrestling” poses triumphantly for the fans…but it seems like this isn’t quite over yet.)
WINNER= MIKE HAWK
(As the bell rings and this match draws to a close, the camera once again cuts to focus on Jonathan Sanders, who has stood up from his seat and locked eyes with Mike Hawk from his position in the crowd. He begins to make his way slowly down the steps towards the ring, while Hawk doesn’t back down or flee this time, instead leaning against the ropes, pointing at the Lost Cause and mouthing “Get in here! Fight me, you emo fuck! You won’t!”)
JR Freeman: Uh-oh, looks like we might have a situation developing between Jonathan Sanders and Mike Hawk!
Alfonso Banks: A-HA! I KNEW you were into goth fembois, JR! I KNEW IT!
JR Freeman: Mike. Hawk. The wrestler.
Alfonso Banks: …Oh. Right. Just, um, forget I said that last thing, okay?
JR Freeman: I absolutely will not.
(As Sanders continues to approach the ring, Hawk only grows more adamant.)
Mike Hawk: Come on, you motherfucker! I’ll beat you harder than your daddy did!
JR Freeman: Hey now! I’m not fond of the man either, but that’s just uncalled for!
Alfonso Banks: Uncalled for AND HILARIOUS! Let ‘im have it, Mr. President!
JR Freeman: Oh, sure, NOW you know who he is!
(Sanders simply grins in response, keeping his eyes locked on Hawk as he approaches the ring. The crowd taunts him with jeers and chants of “NOS-FER-A-TU!” *clap clap clapclapclap* and “YOU GOT PINNED!” as he walks amongst them, but Sanders pays them no heed, instead hopping over the barricade and pausing briefly in front of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Oh no, what’s he up to NOW?
Alfonso Banks: About six-two, I think?
JR Freeman: …
Alfonso Banks: What?
JR Freeman: …
Alfonso Banks: WHAT?
JR Freeman: …Really, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: Oh fuck you, that was funny!
JR Freeman: It absolutely was not.
(As the announcers bicker, Hawk continues to posture and shout at Sanders from the ring, as the latter drops to one knee and lifts the ring apron, rummaging around beneath it before re-emerging with a positively gruesome steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. The Horseman of Plague then rolls under the bottom rope and stands up, confronting Hawk face-to-face with a chilling and sadistic grin. The self-styled President of Professional Wrestling has begun to backpedal at the sight of the grisly weapon, but remains in the ring and doesn’t cease his trash talking. A particularly depraved and violent segment of the audience begins to CHEER when the chair makes an appearance, evidently ready for blood, and Sanders seems prepared to oblige.)
JR Freeman: Dios mio, what a weapon! This doesn’t look good for Mike Hawk!
Alfonso Banks: Ah, not into the kinky stuff, JR?
JR Freeman: *Audible sigh* …Alf, I swear to God.
(Things are tense for a long moment as the pair begin to circle each other in the ring, each man sizing up his enemy, uncertain who will attack first. In the end, Sanders moves forward and raises the chair as if to strike…before dropping it at the feet of Hawk with a smirk, raising his hands over his head as if in surrender. The Snake of Eden then slowly lowers himself onto his knees, his back turned to his adversary, and clasps his hands on the back of his own head, the smirk blossoming into a sick and self-satisfied grin. Hawk reaches forward to tentatively pick up the chair, his expression deeply puzzled.)
Mike Hawk: Uh…
JR Freeman: My sentiments exactly, Mike. What the hell is Sanders doing right now?
Alfonso Banks: Whatever it is, JR, I don’t think I like it.
JR Freeman: You know what, Alf? I don’t say this often enough, but I completely agree with you!
(The crowd is absolutely ELECTRIC in the heat of this tense confrontation, champing at the bit with excitement to see their hero enact some measure of revenge on Jonathan Sanders, but Hawk himself seems torn. He looks around at the crowd, moves forward and raises the chair but then recoils as if reconsidering. He lifts the chair again, then slowly lets it drop, taking a long look at Jonathan Sanders, who has remained motionless in this same position without a single word…and drops the barbed-wire wrapped chair on the mat! Hawk then shakes his head as he backs out of the ring through the middle rope, keeping his eyes on Sanders all the while as he walks backwards up the ramp.)
JR Freeman: Wow. A very powerful statement from our former Destination NEXT winner there, choosing to do the honorable thing. It may not be popular, but I’m impressed.
Alfonso Banks: No! Kill him, dammit! KILL HIM! I need to know if he really is a vampire or not!
JR Freeman: …Aaaaaand it’s gone. Way to ruin the magic of understatement and nuance, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Fuck nuance, I want some goddamn bloodshed! KILL EACH OTHER FOR MY ENTERTAINMENT, MONKEYS!
JR Freeman: It is AMAZING to me that you’re still employed here, you know that?
(As Hawk makes his way back up the ramp, Sanders simply grins, turning back to face him as he leaves and retrieving the chair, nodding his head as if in approval as Hawk makes his exit. The pair remain in eye-contact as Hawk pauses on the ramp, a conflicted expression plastered across his face as Riot fades to a commercial break.)
Claire Anderson is backstage with a microphone in hand, and former United champion Cleo Phillps by her side, ready for a classic interview.
Claire Anderson: Hello PWS fans. What a show we’ve had tonight, and there’s much more excitement to come as we head on the road to Destiny. With me now is Cleo Phillips, who last week not only laid out a challenge of her own, but was on the receiving end of one as well. So, Cleo, what’s on your mind?
Claire holds the microphone at Cleo, like a proper interviewer and after a brief pause,Cleo speaks.
Cleo Phillips: I guess I got myself into a pickle didn’t I? I got perhaps a little too excited and jumped the gun with my challenge to Sierra. But can you blame me? I DO have a victory over her, and I’m one of the few left on the roster who haven’t had a chance at the World Championship. On the other hand, Alexis made a very interesting proposition regarding the United Championship, a championship I held with pride for two hundred and thirty five days. The second longest of all time, and now I have a decision to make. Do I continue to chase after Sierra? Or do I accept the challenge Alexis laid out?
Claire Anderson: Well, we did find out last week that Audrey Russow will challenge Sierra at Destiny for the World Championship.
Cleo Phillips: That’s true, but you know something like that won’t stop ya’ girl. Turn it into a triple threat then.
Claire Anderson: So..are you saying you want in on the Sierra and Audrey match?
Cleo Phillips: I mean it would be nice, but that’s not where I’m going. Sierra laid out her own challenge, and I have to respect that. I have a challenge of my own to deal with, and say what you will…I’m not someone who likes backing down from a challenge.
Claire Anderson: So, you’re accepting Alexis’ offer then?
Cleo Phillips: Correct. See, where I come from, when someone calls you out, you don’t back down. You can’t. Try telling the other prisoner that you don’t accept their challenge to a fight. That shit isn’t gonna fly. While this may not be the exact same situation, I guess there’s some things I can’t shake. Alexis called me out, and I gotta do what I gotta do
Claire Anderson: You realize if you win the United Championship back, you’ll have to put your World Championship dreams on hold once more.
Cleo Phillips: Hey, wouldn’t be the first time I had to wait my turn. But If I do win it back, be damn sure I’ll be just as much of a champion as I was the first time. BET.
Claire Anderson: Any thoughts on Kallie Reznik? She was part of this challenge as well.
Cleo Phillips: And she deserves to be. Alexis was right about everything she said. I know the three of us could have the potential to steal the show, just another reason for me to be a part of this match.
Claire Anderson: Well, there you have it folks. Cleo Phillips has chosen to accept the challenge laid out by Alexis Makarios and will compete for the United Championship at Destiny. We'll toss it back to you JR and Alfonso.
Singles Match
Non Title Match
Sierra Williams vs. Max Delgado
(Max and Sierra kick things off with a good ole fashion test of strength. Neither can really get one over on the other. Sierra stomps on his foot to get control, where she overpowers him and gets him in a headlock. She DDTs him to the mat before getting to her feet and proceeding to continue with a ground and pound style assault.)
JR Freeman: Sierra is angry!
Alfonso Banks: Who pissed in her Cheerio’s this morning?
(The match continued on for a few minutes with Sierra leading an assault. After a short while, Max is able to get Sierra off her feet as well, putting him in the driver seat for a few minutes. Max keeps the pace of the match to his liking, going for several flashy, springboard and jumpy moves. Sierra takes everything he can throw at her, and keeps kicking out.)
Alfonso Banks: Sierra is taking a lot of punishment…
JR Freeman: She has been through hell and back, she is tough, she can take whatever he can dish out!
Alfonso Banks: And honestly, she is playing it smart. Let him wear himself out. That’s the best way to do it.
(Max kicks Sierra in the gut and turns to face the ropes. He can feel the fans absolutely exploding with excitement as he runs to the ropes, jumps up, and springboards off and backwards, connecting with a hard hitting springboard cutter, smashing Sierra’s face straight into the mat.)
JR Freeman: DEAR LORD!!! THAT COULD BE IT!
Alfonso Banks: I heard that echo! What an impact!
(He sits up and the crowd is going wild! He looks back at Sierra then to the top rope. He stands up and grabs Sierra by her left arm and leg and drags her motionless body into position. He then goes over to the corner and starts to climb up.)
Alfonso Banks: WHAT IS HE DOING???
JR Freeman: PIN HER!!!
(Max gets to the top rope and jump going for a 630! As he is rotating in the air, Sierra instinctively rolls out of the way, causing Max to land HARD on the mat. Sierra pops to her feet, grabs him by the head and lifts him up to a standing position before dropping him back to the mat with a Calgary Cutter! She drops for the pin!)
1…2…3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Alfonso Banks: Amazing match between our champion and the rookie.
JR Freeman: It could have all been over if Max had just taken advantage and pinned instead of going for the Max Velocity.
Alfonso Banks: That’s our champion showing why she is the champion still… and showing why it pays off to have a veteran's knowledge in the ring.
JR Freeman: She used her veteran ring presence to take advantage of a simple rookie mistake.
Alfonso Banks: It takes a lot of guts to stand toe to toe with some one of the status of Sierra… and I think Max did a hell of a job.
JR Freeman: He has a lot to learn
WINNER= SIERRA WILLIAMS
(We cut to Alf and JR at ringside.)
JR Freeman: So, earlier tonight we showed a conversation I had earlier today with our world champion, Sierra Williams. I’d like to take you back now to an interview I had with the woman that will challenge her at Destiny, Audrey Russow. This conversation took place after my conversation with Sierra, so we could get Audrey’s reaction to some of the things Sierra said.
(The feed cuts to show the same nondescript room as Sierra’s interview took place. This time, it’s Audrey Russow sitting where Sierra was, across from JR. There’s a bottle of water on the table in front of her.)
JR Freeman: This interview is going to air tonight on Riot. Earlier, I had the chance to speak with Sierra Williams, and I just wanted to get your thoughts heading into Destiny, as well as a reaction to some things she had to say. I do want to thank you for taking the time to talk with me.
Audrey Russow: No problem.
JR Freeman: How are you feeling, knowing you’re getting a one-on-one world title match at Destiny?
Audrey Russow: I’m…nervously excited. I am very appreciative that Sierra chose me to defend her title against, and I’m not going to let this opportunity slip through my hands.
JR Freeman: Have you learned anything since the chamber that might help the outcome be different this time?
Audrey Russow: I’m training my body, pushing it to the limit so that it -hopefully- won’t give out on me this time.
JR Freeman: Well, even by her own admission, Sierra isn’t guaranteed to walk out of Destiny with the title, but I want to know, if you do walk out with the title…what’s next?
(Audrey thinks for a moment.)
Audrey Russow: Well, I don’t really like to look past a match, and I’m really just focused on Sierra. I figure whatever comes next will figure itself out.
JR Freeman: And, what if you aren’t successful? I know you don’t want to think about it, but it IS a possibility.
(Audrey pauses for a moment, as her tone quietens a bit.)
Audrey Russow: JR, I CAN’T think about that. I can’t afford to. I cannot have any doubt in my mind that I’m going to walk into Destiny and walk out with the PWS Apex World Championship. Sierra and I are going out there and we’re going to blow the proverbial roof off the joint. But, there is something I need to say to her.
JR Freeman: The camera is your’s.
(The camera zooms in on Audrey, as she looks directly into the lense.)
Audrey Russow: Sierra, there’s no doubting your dominance over the past year. But, I know if my body hadn’t given out on me at Demon’s Run, I would have beaten you. I was this close…but I don’t want there to be any question. I don’t want there to be any doubt, which is why…at Destiny…I’m challenging you to a Last Woman Standing match. Let’s find out if you really have what it takes to continue to be as dominant as you have been. It’s up to you.
(With that, we cut away, as the feed ends.)
(The camera fades back from commercials as we see Heather already in the ring. She shakes her head in disgust at the boos coming from the screaming fans before bringing the mic to her lips to speak.)
Heather Haze: I know you are back there Lexi…I know you wanted to have that 'Talk' with me so bad. So instead of us having that 'Talk' back there behind closed doors why don't you come out here and have that 'Talk' with me right here in front of all these idiot fans?
(The fans are all over Heather at this point. She then spots Alexis' mum and dad in the front row and laughs at them.)
Heather Haze: Hey everyone look it's mama and papa Makarios in the house. I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Heather Haze, your daughter's best friend and partner in crime. I heard all the wonderful things that you guys do in your free time. Like adopting a grown ass woman who also happens to be a grandmother.
(Heather snickers a bit and shrugs.)
Heather Haze: Seriously I couldn't possibly be making this shit up, folks. And this is coming from someone who’s done porn..
(Heather giggles now loudly, almost being reduced to tears as the Makarios shake their heads in disgust.)
Heather Haze: Aww come on… why the long wrinkly faces? Trust me The idea of adopting a granny is not just hilarious. It’s actually pretty downright creeeepy if you want my honest opinion.
(Heather shudders, looking like she’s about to gag and throw up in her mouth.)
Heather Haze: But you know what would be totally entertaining? The thought of Bringing your daughter out here so we can go over why she screwed up BIG TIME in our tag match? Better yet, why is she being a total bitch to me??
("MZ Hyde" hits and Alexis comes out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers. Normally, she would have soaked it in,but the look on her face was sheer anger and rage as she marched down to the ring. She gets a mic and gets in the ring, standing across the ring from Heather.)
Alexis Makarios: Are you… fucking… kidding me? My parents… my amazing, kind, loving parents… come to a show to watch a great night of wrestling… and instead they have to listen to you ramble like a psychopath? Listen to you degrade them? You are CRAZY! And I'm NOT apologizing. Because I did nothing wrong. How about we turn this around, huh? Why don't YOU apologize to ME?
(Heather glares at Alexis for a moment before a small smirk comes over her face.)
Heather Haze: And there she is…Miss United Champion in the flesh. Looking like a million bucks out here all fired up with that really awful dye job. Guess you have all the time for me in the world now to talk to me after I pleaded with you… and begged you like some petulant chihuahua for a shot at that.
(Pointing at the title)
Heather Haze: All I wanted outta you was for you to give me a match with you at Destiny…because I figured it would be the most sane thing to do. I figured it would be something of an honor to go up against a legend and hall of famer like yourself…I figured we’d have a great match, tear the house down, perhaps even make it a match of the year candidate, two vixxxens putting on the greatest wrestling match that we would be bragging for years to our children and their children’s children…. but instead you didn’t see it that way. No, No, No…You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since Demon’s Run. I had to find out directly from the horse's mouth and Josiah’s exact words to me were….’Anyone on the PWS roster but… Heather Haze.’
(Heather shakes her head and chuckles as the fans are divided by the truth..)
Heather Haze: Y’know as much as you want to deny it I AM too a part of your legacy. After all, you wouldn’t be the first ever triple crown champion if it weren’t for ME winning those tag team belts with you. And we would still be the champs if you didn’t fuck it up last year at Destiny getting you head caved in by those stupid Russows and costing us the damn belts…
(The fans let out a ‘Oooh’ as Heather playfully covers her mouth and plays all coy. )
Heather Haze: The truth really hurts, don’t it? But being the good friend that I am, I saw past all of THAT. I forgave you for your screw up because it was pathetic enough to watch you everyday as you flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
(Heather makes a face and begins wiping mock tears from her eyes, trying to REALLY get under Alexis’s skin.)
Heather Haze: So if it’s anyone here who deserves a hearty apology…it’s me for being such a tolerating, caring, unselfish friend to get you sane again.
(Alexis watches as Heather rambles.)
Alexis Makarios: Seriously? SERIOUSLY??? Is that how you see our friendship? The second I win the belt your first thought is "I'm gonna use that to MY advantage and make her defend against me!" Like it's some genius plan. Do you know how SELFISH that shit is?
(Heather opens her mouth to speak, but it is immediately shut down by Alexis.)
Alexis Makarios: NO! I'M NOT DONE YET! YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
(Heather raises her mic again, but Alexis snatches it out of her hands.)
Alexis Makarios: I SAID NO!!! I'M TIRED OF YOUR WHINING! I'M TIRED OF YOU TRYING TO KILL AUDREY! AND IM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR GOD DAMNED JEALOUSY OF AUDREY!!!!
(The crowd is in absolute silence as Alexis is enraged. She takes a deep breath and slowly counts to five before speaking more calmly.)
Alexis Makarios: You know you are one of my best friends. You were there for me when no one else was. It was a really rough time and I appreciate it all. But… as your friend… I get to tell you when you're acting crazy… and Heather… YOU ARE ACTING CRAZY AS FUCK!
(Heather rolls her eyes and sighs. She shakes her head, looking at Alexis who’s about to blow a gasket before she reaches in and pulls a candy bar out of her bra and chucks it at her chest.)
Heather Haze: Here…eat a snickers..you’re not you when you're a raging psycho crazy bitch yourself!!
(Without a second of hesitation Alexis hauls off and slaps Heather across the cheek SO HARD that you can see the saliva spew from Heather's mouth! After she reels back, you can see the red on her cheek.)
Alexis Makarios: YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I DIDN'T WANT YOU IN MY MATCH AT DESTINY??? BECAUSE I AM THE BREAKOUT STAR OF THE VIXENS OF PAIN! NOT YOU!
(Alexis takes a deep breath.)
Alexis Makarios: You have Been jealous of me since day one… you have tried to sabotage every little bit of success I have had or take it for yourself! Cleo deserves a rematch. Kallie deserves a shot. YOU don't! You deserve a padded cell and a self hugging jacket!
(Heather just stands there in shock, looking like she’s about to burst into tears. She goes to say something, but the words won’t come out of her mouth. After being silent the entire time, Alfonso and JR begin to speak)
Alfonso Banks: I… just wow
JR Freeman: That was a bit much especially for Alexis
Alfonso Banks: Heather sure knows how to push just the right buttons with Alexis…
Alfonso Banks: I… actually feel somewhat bad for Heather.
(After what felt like an eternity, a heartbroken Heather exits out of the ring in silence, leaving Alexis all to herself in the ring. Alexis’s rage seems to subside as she realizes what she has said and done. Heather avoids making any eye contact. The humiliation and heartbreak all just too much to bear as she rounds the corner and then stops right to where Alexi’s mom and dad were, in the front row, looking at her with concern on their faces. )
JR Freeman: What is she gonna do?
Alfonso Banks: I have a baaaaaaad feeling!
(She then looks up at Alexis as a cold smile creeps across her face. And then without any warning she grabs hold of the old man and KISSES him right in front of Alexi’s mom who desperately tries to pry her off him as the whole crowd goes ballistic. )
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD!
JR Freeman: HOLY SHIT!
(Heather then shoves the old man on his ass as she walks to the back, looking satisfied and smitten by her slutty actions, which she knows was sure to piss the Makarios off as her music hits.)
JR Freeman: I think Alexis is going to kill Heather
Alfonso Banks: I’d bet money on it.
Main Event
Singles Match
Jack Russow vs. Tyson Sykes
(We cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: It is now time for our main event of the evening!
(The fans cheer.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Meg Reynolds: Introducing the competitors…
(The lights go out.)
'A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride'
(Leo's metal Cover of Tom Sawyer hits and Tyson Sykes busts through the curtain. Sporting a backwards hat and a cutoff graphic tee slightly too big for him that hangs slightly over his wrestling trunks.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from Gorham, New Hampshire, standing six feet, one inches tall, weighing two hundred thirty-five pounds, “The Ripper” Tyson Sykes!
(Sykes surveys the crowd for a moment before speed-walking an intense lap around the ring. He then jumps onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope, and it's anybodies guess whether you'll get some air guitar to Tom Sawyer, two raised arms, or two raised middle fingers, depending on "The Ripper's" mood that day. He then leaps the rest of the way over the top rope and circles the inside of the ring, jaw jacking with the fans or his opponent if they're currently in the ring.)
JR Freeman: This one should be good. Sykes looks ready for a fight.
Alfonso Banks: And you know the Russows are all crazy, so yeah, this one’s gonna be crazy!
(The lights kick out in the arena as a scream fades from soft to loud…)
"KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH, AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!"
(A sheet of sparks showers from the rafters and "All I Want" by A Day To Remember's chorus blares as a young man walks through and kneels whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist. Then he grabs his hood and flips it up screaming in excitement for the fans who are sending him nothing but love and energy...the second coming of The Russows...young Jack Russow has taken the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: And introducing his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, standing in at six feet two inches tall, weighing two hundred five pounds, “The Real Wild Child” Jack Russow!
(Without wasting time he makes a beeline for the ring, slides under the rope, runs towards the opposite rope, handspring flips then corkscrews in midair landing on both knees with his arms outstretched smirking into the camera.)
JR Freeman: Jack looks ready for a fight, as well. This one really has a great feel to it, and I can’t wait for it to start.
Alfonso Banks: Well, thankfully, it’s starting now!
(The ref checks with both competitors, before calling for the bell to start the match.)
*DING DING*
JR Freeman: YES! HERE WE GO!
(The two men start out pacing around the ring, sizing each other up, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Sykes gets the upper hand, and drives Jack back to the corner. He sends Jack to the other corner with an Irish whip, but when he charges at him, Jack moves out of the way at the last second, and Sykes goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Sykes stumbles back, as Jack goes for a roll up pin attempt.)
1…
2…
No! Kick out!
(Jack stays on the attack, delivering punches to Sykes’ head, as he gets him back to his feet. The two lock up again, and this time Jack breaks the lock up, before jumping up, and going for a double knee facecrusher, but Sykes stands his ground, and Jack falls to the mat. Sykes immediately grabs Jack’s legs, turning him over, and grabbing onto Jack’s ankle, applying the ankle lock, as Jack vigorously tries to get out of it. After a few moments, Jack manages to get to his feet, and does a stiff one leg dropkick to get Sykes to break his grip. The two get back to their feet, and Sykes nails Jack with a spinning back kick.)
JR Freeman: Oh my God what a kick! That could do it!
(Sykes falls into the cover.)
1…
2…
3!?!? SHOULDER UP!
(Sykes can’t believe it, as he double checks with the ref, who assures him it was only two. Jack rolls to the side of the ring, using the ropes to get back to his feet.
JR Freeman: I honestly can’t believe Jack got the shoulder up there. I really thought this one was over. So did Sykes.
Alfonso Banks: He needs to stay on him, though.
(Sykes charges at Jack, as both men go tumbling over the top rope, as Sykes delivers a monstrous clothesline. The pair fall to the floor, as they both start getting to their feet, still trading punches. They both get to their feet, trading right hand shots, as the ref starts his count.)
1…
2…
JR Freeman: Man, there really is no love loss between these two.
Alfonso Banks: Well, just look at who Sykes has beaten in the past few months…Nick Madison, Bella Madison, Malachi…I’m sure he would love to add Jack Russow to that list, and Jack…well he’s just being Jack. Not an ounce of quit in that boy.
JR Freeman: Agreed.
(Sykes grabs Jack, and sends him into the barricade with an Irish whip. He does it with such force, that Jack rolls over the barricade, landing behind it on the floor. Tyson looks in the ring, but then back at Jack, as the ref continues his count.)
3…
4…
5…
JR Freeman: Jack’s gonna have to hurry and get back in the ring here.
Alfonso Banks: So is Sykes.
(The millisecond hesitation that Sykes took to look at the ref is all that’s needed for Jack to leap up from behind the barricade, jumping on it, and leaping off to deliver a flying clothesline.)
6…
7…
(Both men crash into a heap on the floor, as they both struggle to get to their feet. They don’t waste any time, trading punches before they fully get up to their feet. Jack drives Sykes into the barricade, as the two continue to punch each other.)
8…
9…
10!!!
(The fans boo a bit, as the two continue to fight.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of neither man being able to answer the referee’s ten count, this contest has been deemed a double count out.
(There are still boos, and a “let them fight” chant starts to break out, when suddenly, the mixed reaction turns into a chorus of boos, as Alexander Lyons comes running down the ramp. He comes in and attacks Jack from behind, as the two ANTITHESIS members start attacking young Russow.)
JR Freeman: Oh, come on! This is ridiculous!
Alfonso Banks: I mean, he could just say he’s out here to help his tag partner.
JR Freeman: There’s no need for this!
(The crowd rains down with boos, as the attack continues. They get Jack into the ring, to try to continue the assault, when the boos suddenly turn to rockus cheers, as Miles Kasey comes sprinting down the ramp, kendo stick in hand.)
JR Freeman: Here comes Milo!
(Kasey slides into the ring, and Sykes and Lyons bail out, chuckling to themselves. Miles turns his attention to Jack, who is getting to his feet. The two start jaw-jacking, and Sykes and Lyons take the opportunity to slide back in the ring. But, before they can attack, Jack and Miles turn and look at the two, as the four men stare off in the ring. The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the bottom of the screen, denoting the end of the show.)
JR Freeman: Damn! That’s all the time we have. Tune in next time for Riot, folks, as we hope to see what this situation leads to. Have a goodnight, everybody!
WINNER= DOUBLE COUNT OUT
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