Post by Star Stormz on Apr 27, 2022 0:41:12 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Presents: Tuesday Night Riot!
April 26th, 2022
Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, CA
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the opening video package for Riot starts to play. After the video package airs, we cut to inside Crypto.com Arena, as the live crowd is on their feet, and we are greeted by Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: Hello! And welcome to PWS: APEX Tuesday Night Riot! I’m JR Freeman, he’s Alfonso Banks, and we’d like to welcome you to another great stop on the road to Destiny!
Alfonso Banks: We got another great show tonight, but it’s headlined by an…interesting main event, to say the least.
JR Freeman: Well, with all the issues Heather Haze has caused for management as of late, she’s found herself in an interesting position, as she will take on the entire developmental roster in a one versus six gauntlet match.
Alfonso Banks: She just said the wrong thing to the wrong person, and that person was Josiah Cena. I’m still not sure how he had the ability to make this match, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s happening.
JR Freeman: We will also have two tag matches tonight, one of which is stemming from the actions from last week’s Riot, as Alexander Lyons and Tyson Sykes will take on the team of Miles Kasey and Jack Russow.
Alfonso Banks: You have to wonder if Miles and Jack will be looking to one-up each other, or if they’ll even be able to co-exist ahead of their match at Destiny. Meanwhile, you’ve got Sykes and Lyons, a well-oiled machine.
JR Freeman: I don’t know if I’d say “well-oiled”...but that’s neither here nor there. Also, tonight, we’ve got Nasty Habits taking on the Dream Team.
Alfonso Banks: Nasty Habits? More like nasty bit-
JR Freeman: Shut it!
Alfonso Banks: There’s still three more matches tonight. Madison Carpenter versus Richard Rider, there’s a fatal 4-way with Malachi, Aiden Reynolds, Dylan Howell, and Dawn Warren…
JR Freeman: And a rather big triple threat match with Alexis Makarios, Mike Hawk, and Devon Ryder. That match will be non-title, by the way, but I’m sure all three of them will be looking for some momentum heading into Destiny.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed!
JR Freeman: But first, we have that tag match we mentioned earlier, as Nasty Habits takes on the Dream Team.
(We cut to ringside.)
Tag Team Match
Nasty Habits (Dirty Bitch & Miss Puppies) vs Dream Team (Kai Fowler & Jackson Gray)
(As the bell rings, Puppies and Fowler start for their respective teams, While Dirty bitch and Jackson Gray stay on their respective corners. Puppies and Folwer lock up in the middle of the ring and Puppies takes advantage of the match in the early going. She’s using her…crafty…veteran ways…. to force Fowler to do things he doesn’t want to do this early.)
Jr Freeman: I feel bad for these two, Fowler and Gray have no idea what they’re in for.
Alfonso Banks: Puppies is…a strange person. Not as bad as Heather Haze though….I shudder to think of that match of Puppies and haze…yikes.
(Puppies and Fowler go back and forth for a little while until Puppies tags in Dirty Bitch. Fowler and Dirty bitch do the same, some great back and forth wrestling. Fowler grows some distance from Dirty bitch enough to make a tag, Gray makes his way in and throws dirty bitch around for a little bit)
Jr Freeman: Gray is looking impressive so far, but how long can he hold on?
Alfonso Banks: Gray looks good for now like you said. But we’ll see what happens here.
(After going back and forth, Gray has control of the match and tags in Fowler. However, because of that tag, it gives dirty bitch time to regroup and take in Puppies. Puppies comes in like a house off fire and knocks everyone around. She goes after Fowler and doesn’t give him an inch to breathe. At this point in the match, Puppies is done messing around and she decides to end it. She hits the “The Bam Slam” on Fowler, and pins.)
1….
2……
3!
WINNERS - Nasty Habits
We cut from the ring to backstage where Sierra Williams, the PWS Apex world champion is standing, the title belt slung over her shoulder as she hugs it to her chest tight, a small smile comes across her face as she takes a deep breath.
Sierra Williams: So, I heard what Russow had to say.
She chuckles and nods before moving the title from her shoulder and looking at it.
Sierra Williams: A last woman standing match. A match where to win you have to beat your opponent down to the point where they can't answer a ten count. Anything goes right? You know, considering how good Russow thinks she is I honestly don't know why she would choose this kind of match. Maybe it's because she wants to prove something to herself...to her familia...
Sierra shrugs.
Sierra Williams: Thing is, this match, facing the most dominant champion in PWS Apex history, maybe even including the companies that spawned this one, in a match where it's all about heart and determination? You really think it's a good idea?...well...it's too late now...cause I accept....at Destiny you better bring your A game sister...cause you damn sure I'm gonna bring mine...
(We cut backstage to a still shot of an unnamed locker room door. After a moment, we cut inside where we see Tyson Sykes, already in full gear plus an ANTITHESIS sleeveless tee, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.)
Tyson Sykes: Who the FUCK does he think he is man?? First Lyons and I had to destroy his brother - you know - the brother who is actually worth a damn in this company. Now, Jack. For the love of whatever fictitious God people are praying to today, these Russows are like mosquitoes. The second you swat one away, another comes flying in after it. Ya know?
(Silence. Sykes stops pacing and turns to the corner of the room, looking perplexed.)
Tyson Sykes: You know what I'm saying man?
(The camera pans over, and we see Jonathan Sanders sitting stoic in a chair, staring straight ahead. The Lost Cause is clad all in black - as is typical of the organization’s resident anti-social nihilist - and his bangs are swept forward, falling in loose strands over his right eye. His elbows rest on his lap and his fingers are tented in front of him, a position which does not change as he begins to reply to Sykes, not even moving to direct his gaze towards him.)
Jonathan Sanders: The Russows are merely symptoms of the problem, Tyson; they are not the instigating agent. We have lost ourselves, as a brotherhood - allowed ourselves to take our minds away from our ultimate plan. We have cast ourselves adrift, strayed from our noble course in pursuit of petty gains…and the gods have sought to punish us, as they did Odysseus. Brother Conquest and his Lordship, Dionysus, lost the tag team championships because they lost sight of their true purpose; OUR true purpose, as a group.
(Sanders pauses, only NOW turning to cast a sidelong gaze to Tyson Sykes.)
Jonathan Sanders: Destruction. Annihilation. The END of this bitter, broken world that humanity has built! We do not chase titles, brother; we are not preoccupied with glory and with crowns. I…admit that I lost sight of that myself. When I took their Collateral Damage belt hostage, it was initially a marriage of convenience…but I lost myself in my own image. I became obsessed with the ideal of the unassailable Emperor. That is why Mike Hawk, the grand usurper, managed to best me as he did; and it is why you must abandon these notions of revenge upon the Russows. We WILL break them, in time…but so too will we break EVERYONE, and everyTHING this world holds dear. We are, and shall ever be, Armageddon given flesh. I do so hope you can remember that, and cease to concern yourself with pests.
(Sanders pauses again, and the camera pans back to Tyson Sykes as the Snake of Eden sits back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. Sykes scowls, taking a moment to truly hear what Sanders said, but shakes his head slightly.)
Tyson Sykes: So that's it? That's our plan? We're just going to sit around and allow these swine, these literal incarnations of human scum to parade around with their pretty little championships playing Days of Our Lives? These people don't care about us, Jonathan. They don't fear us. WE have to MAKE them fear us… and we do that by taking away everything that they love, just like they have us. Do you… do you not see that? The SECOND one of them aren't scheduled to face one of us or our brothers, these imbeciles go back to running around like mindless zombies playing Kardashian - who can be more popular than who by fucking everything that walks and then complaining about it on social media. At the end of the day - we're not biding our time anymore, man. We are not winning this war. They are - because ignorance is bliss. And until we take everything… and I do mean everything that they love… they're just going to keep brushing us aside as if we're the pests.
(Sykes stares at Sanders, who does not return the gesture. Sykes shrugs, clearly aggravated.)
Tyson Sykes: Oh and one more thing? If we want to destroy these people… maybe we stop adorning boner-joke cracking children like Mike Hawk titles like usurper. Mike Hawk is a lucky son of a bitch and nothing more. And just because you see revenge as pointless and selfish?
… Doesn't mean that I do.
(As Sykes finishes his outburst, Sanders’ lips curl into a grin, and he finally meets his stable-mate’s eyes. His own steel-grey orbs flicker with a glimpse of the malice and sadism we have come to expect from him, but beneath it, something else. Perhaps…glee?)
Jonathan Sanders: Ah…now THERE is the Tyson Sykes that I recruited. THERE is the Ripper. Hold onto this rage, my brother, for THAT is what we lost. THAT is why we’ve failed. I do not begrudge you chasing your lost title belts, I simply wished to…test your motivations. To ensure you remained loyal to the cause. We do not seek glory for the sake of it, Tyson…but we DO seek it when it means inflicting anguish on our enemies. We do not seek vengeance to be petty…but we seek it to REMIND those who have wronged us why they would be far better served to adopt our way of life. Our philosophy cannot be opposed, our TRUTH cannot be conquered…but any fire needs a fuel to burn. This plague that we have planted, the poison in the veins of professional wrestling…it feeds on resentment. We have spread it far, but our cancer cannot metastasize if we do not water it with bitterness. But we do not do it to raise OURSELVES up, only to bring others down. That is the distinction; it is in our very title. Whatever they shall choose to be, any trait that THEY embody…WE are the ANTITHESIS.
(A beat, and Sanders pauses, standing to meet Tyson eye-to-eye.)
Jonathan Sanders: Now do you understand?
Tyson Sykes: Oh… I understand.
(Sykes keeps his intense stare down with the Snake of Eden - neither man backing down, before finally Sykes smirks, and slowly nods.)
Tyson Sykes: We are… and forever will be… the ANTITHESIS.
(Sykes extends his hand, still amped up, the veins almost bursting out of his forearms. Sanders clasps his hand aggressively with one of his own, pulling it close with elbow bent, not unlike the handshake in the opening moments of Predator. The two men hold it for just a brief moment, staring into each other’s eyes, before releasing and returning to their previous positions. A beat, and then we fade.)
Singles Match
Madison Carpenter vs Richard Rider
(The bell rings for the match to start, Ryder and Madison try to lock up in the middle of the ring. But Ryder starts laughing because Madison couldn’t get her hand up to his because of her height. He tries to get the crowd to laugh with him but Madison smacks the taste out of his mouth and kicks his knee out from under him. Ryder falls to his knee, and Madison kicks him on the side of the head with a kick.)
Jr Freeman: That wasn’t smart of Ryder.
Alfonso Banks: Nobody said he was smart.
(Madison stays on the offense but as the match moves forward, Ryder gets some offense in as well. He even gets a pin attempt that ended at 2 but using a schoolboy that caught Madison by surprise. After the pin, he stays on the attack but he made a major mistake that Madison takes advantage of. With a huge back body drop to the outside on the arena floor, Madison is back in this match. Madison follows him to the outside and slings him into the steps, which causes those steps to flip over.)
JR Freeman: Is it me or is Madison a bit aggressive this week?
Alfonso Banks: I think she’s out to prove a point, and it’s working. Ryder hasn’t gotten a lot of offense in and when he does she’s stopping him. She has a chip on her shoulder, that’s what she needs right now.
(Madison throws Ryder back into the ring and hits a lungblower on him, not once or twice, but three times! She climbs to the top rope now and hits “Phoenix Down!”)
1……..
2…..
3!
WINNER - Madison Carpenter
(The cameras cut to the back in Star Stormz office where she was going over some paperwork. She looked over to see that Josiah Cena had walked in.)
Josiah Cena: You called for me?
Star Stormz: I did. I wanted your opinion on something.
(She motions for him to sit, and he does.)
Josiah Cena: Sure, what’s up?
Star Stormz: See, Alexis came to us and asked for this Triple Threat match tonight to prepare for the Triple Threat at Destiny… but I think it’s only fair to give Cleo and Kallie the same chance next week. What do you think?
(Josiah rubs his chin, thinking it over.)
Josiah Cena: Thats not a BAD idea… but… I have an even better one.
Star Stormz: Go on?
Josiah Cena: What if we did a 6 person tag match next week? Let Alexis team up with Kallie and Cleo instead of them trying to one up each other in separate matches? Kallie has been in an awful lot of multi-person matches like Triple Threats and Fatal Four Ways lately… would be interesting to see what they can do as a team. If they can co-exist.
Star Stormz: You know what… I like it. Find some good challengers and get back to me.
(Josiah nods in agreement as the scene fades to black)
(We cut back to the trainer’s room, where Richard Rider is getting looked at, when Max Delgado walks in.)
Max Delgado: Tough break. Better luck next time.
Richard Rider: Like you can even talk.
Max Delgado: Hey, I’m not ashamed I lost to the world champion. And besides, I’m not always losing like you.
Richard Rider: I’m not always losing!
Max Deglado: Bro..you’re basically “enhancement talent”.
Richard Rider: How dare you!
Max Delgado: Truth hurts, don’t it?
(Max walks off, laughing, as Rider is fuming.)
Richard Rider: Enhancement talent…I’ll show him.
(We cut back to ringside.)
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match
Dawn Warren vs Aiden Reynolds vs Dylan Howell vs Malachi
(As this match begins, we get a brief shot of ringside to see Malachi’s partner and fellow tag champion, Bella Madison, sitting at the timekeeper’s table to cheer on her husband. This seems to give Malachi an edge in the early going, as he comes out of the gate swinging, keeping his opponents on the back foot with powerful chops and high-impact strikes. Aiden Reynolds responds in kind while Dawn Morgan tries her hardest but just can’t quite hang, preferring a more high-flying space, and eventually eats a stiff Lariat and rolls to the floor to recuperate. Dylan Howell’s response to this bit is…interesting, as for every slap he takes from Aiden and Malachi, he gives HIMSELF an even harder one, as if trying to outdo them for how hard they can hit him! The crowd winces as these blows grow harder and harder until Dylan Howell slaps himself so hard that he physically stumbles backwards, causing Malachi and Aiden to shrug at each other before flooring him with dual Rolling Elbows.)
JR Freeman: That was an…interesting strategy on Dylan Howell’s part, I must say.
Alfonso Banks: If by “interesting”, you mean “rock-fuck stupid and insane”, then yes, I agree! It was a VERY interesting strategy!
JR Freeman: Uh, no, I absolutely did NOT mean that! Why on Earth would I mean that?!
(The next long stretch of the match sees Aiden Reynolds and Malachi mixing it up in the ring while Dawn Warren and Dylan Howell get into a shenanigans-filled fight on the outside. Every so-often one of them will slide back into the ring just long enough to break the count before continuing. It looks like Malachi is taking the advantage, but any time he builds momentum or gets a pin one of the other three will break it up. The same thing happens to Aiden when the tide begins to turn in his favour towards the match’s final third. Dylan Howell, for all his wacky goofiness, DOES come out of this one looking good, as he unironically hangs in the ring with Aiden and Malachi for a substantial portion of the endgame. Dawn Warren makes her presence felt with some high-profile dives at opportune moments as well, then uses her submissions to make a statement, nearly netting a tapout victory against Howell with the Fox’s Awakening. Finally, things seem to be gearing up at the end, as Malachi takes advantage again and goes for the Pure Malice…but his attention is suddenly drawn to ringside, where Alexander Lyons and Tyson Sykes have jumped the barricade, making a beeline for Bella Madison! Malachi drops Dawn Warren, leaping out of the ring to save his tag partner and getting floored by Sykes for his efforts! This leaves Aiden Reynolds alone in the ring with Warren and Howell, who’s down for the count, and he nails the Pink Puppy with the Down Unda! Nobody is left to break up the pin as ANTITHESIS and Sass-n-Bash brawl around ringside and out into the crowd, so he gets the 1, 2, 3! Aiden wins!)
JR Freeman: Aiden Reynolds with a SOLID pinfall victory over Dawn Warren there, Alf, but things have gone to hell in a handbasket in the aftermath of this one!
Alfonso Banks: You could say THAT again, JR! How many matches is ANTITHESIS going to ruin tonight?!
WINNER - AIDEN REYNOLDS
(Scene switches backstage, we see Gracie Lopez arriving at the arena in her 2022 corvette, a gift that was given to her on her birthday some months ago. She parks the car in the driveway before making her way into the arena, the security guard notices her and lets her in the door. She’s walking down the hallway towards her locker room but she gets stopped by Clare Anderson, who is a backstage announcer for the company.)
Clare Anderson: Gracie! Can I have a word with you for a moment?
Gracie Lopez: Sure, what’s on your mind?
Clare Anderson: What’s going on between you and your dad?
Gracie Lopez: It’s simple, I wanted to be one of the last people that step into the ring with him. I don’t see why it’s a big deal. Sure I superkicked him in the face, but he would have done it first, so I beat him to the punch and I also wanted to get him into match ready. Destiny is a big show, I don’t want some lazy part-timer who plays with golf balls. If I get viewed as a bad guy for that? Who cares. Because this is a business, I want the best version of my dad... and I'll do ANYTHING to make that happen.
(Gracie shrugs her shoulders before walking towards her locker room, Clare follows her. Once they get to the locker room, Gracie Lopez opens the door to find her locker room destroyed, everything busted, the couch torn to pieces, food all over the floor)
Gracie Lopez: Uh huhhhhh….I figured this was coming. After last week, I saw the anger in his eyes after Jenn spoke to him…..now I think I should pay him a little visit…
(The camera cuts backstage, to a very squid-like dressing room. The Squid-Man, sure enough, is there, unpacking his duffle bag. He pulls out a shirt, another shirt, a third shirt, some combat shorts, some dress pants, the PWS: Apex United title belt, a second mask to go over his regular mask… wait, what was that second-to-last one?)
Squid-Man: I am a squid?
(He picks up the title belt, staring at it, looking around to see if anyone else is there. He notices he’s alone, then wears the belt around his waist, posing in a standing mirror. Soon, however, there’s a knock on his dressing room door, and the proper champion, Alexis Makarios, is standing there when he opens it.)
Alexis Makarios: Oh, there it is. I’ve been looking for my belt. Where’d you find it? How’d you get it?
Squid-Man: I am a squid.
Alexis Makarios: …Right, okay. Um, I’m gonna need you to give that back to me, would you mind?
(Squiddy nods, reaching behind to try and undo the belt. He wrenches on it, ending up on one foot, hopping backwards, tripping as we hear a crashing noise off-screen. Soon he stands up, holding the belt up to Alexis.)
Squid-Man: I am a squid!
Alexis Makarios: Uh… thanks?
(She takes the belt and puts it over her shoulder, giving him a puzzled look as she heads out, shaking her head in confused silence as she heads towards the curtain for her match.)
Triple Threat Match
Non-Title Match
Alexis Makarios vs Devon Ryder vs Mike Hawk
(The match starts out with all 3 circling each other in the ring. As the bell rings, Jonathan Sanders comes out on to the entrance ramp with a steel chair in hand and just stands there, waiting to be noticed.)
Alfonso Banks: What is he doing?
JR Freeman: Can’t be anything good!
(As the three in the ring start fighting each other, Sanders slowly walks down the ramp to the bottom where he quietly sets up the chair and just ominously watches the match, his eyes glued on Hawk. After a moment of back and forth, Hawk notices Sanders and leans over the ropes, yelling at him "You won't distract me, Dracula!". Alexis takes advantage of this and rolls him up!)
1…2…KICKOUT!
(Ryder rushes in and breaks up the count. Hawk rolls out of the ring and Alexis and Ryder fight back and forth for several more minutes. Sanders remains in his seat… just staring at Hawk as he lay on the mat.)
JR Freeman: This is… creepy.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed.
(Ryder gets Alexis in a “Canadian Shield” and applies pressure. She screams out in pain as she reaches for the ropes but can’t quite reach them! Just as she looks like she is about to tap out, Hawk slides in the ring and breaks up the hold. Alexis rolls out of the ring and Hawk and Ryder fight back and forth for a few minutes with several pin attempts, but none making it past a 1 count.)
Alfonso Banks: This is looking bad for the champion..
JR Freeman: Very bad!
(Alexis gets back in the ring and the three are delivering punches back and forth. While they are fighting, Sanders goes to the ring and grabs Hawk’s legs from under the bottom rope, tripping him. He pulls him outside the ring and begins to deliver a few punches to the head of Hawk. They continue to fight outside the ring while Ryder and Alexis fight in the ring.)
JR Freeman: HE CAN'T DO THAT!
Alfonso Banks: No DQs or count-outs in triple threats! He sure can!
(Alexis rolls up Ryder, and he maneuvers it just right so that her shoulders are down too… but neither realizes that their shoulders are down! The referee counts as both Alexis and Ryder have their shoulders pinned to the mat!)
1…2…
(At this point Hawk hears the pin and turns quickly. He goes to rush to the ring only to be grabbed by Sanders who yells out "Uh-uh-uh! Not this time, Michael. You don't GET two in a row!" and holds him in place!)
3!!!
(Hawk breaks free and rushes the ring, but is too late. Both Alexis and Ryder jump up, thinking they’ve won. The referee goes to the outside and talks to the ring announcer)
Meg Reynolds: As a result of both Alexis and Devon having their shoulders to the mat…
(Hawk’s eyes light up and he starts celebrating, thinking this means he wins.)
Meg Reynolds: The referee has called this match a tie between Alexis Makarios and Devon Ryder!
(Hawk drops to his knees in the middle of the ring, letting out a very loud, and overdramatic, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Alexis and Ryder glare at each for a moment. Alexis shakes her head and shrugs as she hops out of the ring, gets her belt, and goes backstage. Ryder argues with the referee a bit before heading backstage himself.)
Alfonso Banks: What the hell was that???
JR Freeman: The only call the referee could make, apparently.
WINNER - Tie between Alexis Makarios and Devon Ryder
(As this match draws to a close, a grinning Jonathan Sanders slowly turns towards the ring, offering sarcastically slow applause in the direction of his rival. Lexi and Ryder have cleared out by this point, both exhausted from their affair, but Hawk remains behind, turning his attention back to confront the Lost Cause. Sanders snaps up the steel chair upon which he’d been seated, then begins to make his way towards the ring, his steel-grey eyes glinting with malicious excitement as we seem on the precipice of a repeat of his mind games from last week…until Hawk grabs a microphone to interrupt him!)
Mike Hawk: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on there, Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas! You’re not gonna pull that shit on me again. Especially not two weeks in a row! Your mind games might work on every girlfriend you’ve ever had, but they won’t work on me!
(He cracks his knuckles, as Sanders’ mouth contorts itself into one of his trademark sadistic smirks.)
Mike Hawk: If you really want to get to me, if you want to lay those bony-ass fingers on me again, Spooks Johnson the Wonder Horse, you’ll have to bleed with me.
(The audience cheers.)
Mike Hawk You’ll have to suffer with me! You’ll have to go to HELL with me! You want this so bad, Nosferatu? Fine! At Destiny, you and I will go through… Three Stages of Hell!
(The audience cheers louder, with some “Nos-fer-a-tu!” *5 claps* chants mixed in.)
Mike Hawk: If only so I can finally get you the HELL out of my fucking life, you insufferable goth dickhead!
(Jonathan Sanders grins his trademark wicked grin in response to this declaration, his black-painted lips parting and teeth glinting in the lights of the arena, almost wolfish in their eagerness. His eyes catch the light as well, flickering with an equal glimmer of evil anticipation, as he raises his own microphone to his lips.)
Jonathan Sanders: Oh, Michael, my darling…
(The cameras cut briefly to Hawk, who vigorously shakes his head, mouthing “Nope! Nope, don’t like that! I’m every kind of uncomfortable at once!”)
Jonathan Sanders: I thought you’d never ask!
(We cut back to Hawk, who shakes off his discomfort long enough to reply.)
Mike Hawk: Good! Then, Johnny boy, at Destiny…
(Hawk nods.)
Mike Hawk: I’ll see you in hell.
(He drops the microphone, the Superman Theme blaring as the two stare at each other, Sanders’s sadistic grin meeting Hawk’s pure determination.)
JR Freeman: My god, it’s finally happening! This might be the rematch of the century!
Alfonso Banks: Or even the decade!
JR Freeman: A century’s longer than a decade, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Well that may BE, JR, but have you considered…shut up?
JR Freeman: The KING of comebacks, ladies and gentlemen.
(Eddie is seen walking through the backstage area and he found who he was looking for, his daughter. She’s standing by the vending machine getting something to drink when he darts towards her! They start brawling around the vending machine at first but it starts to work it’s way down the hallway towards the office area)
JR Freeman: Oh god! We’ve started Destiny already with these two! I knew having them under the same roof wasn’t a good idea!
Alfonso Banks: I guess whatever Jenn said last week lit that fire under Eddie’s ass and I’ve never seen him this way, EVER!
(As they fight backstage, officials, refs and the unused talent start coming in and trying their damnest to break up this fight but Eddie and Gracie weren’t having it. Gracie threw moondust into the wall. Eddie grabbed Travis Ryan and threw him against the wall too. That’s their punishment for even thinking about breaking up this brawl. Even Crystal, a member of the Lopez family is trying to break them up too!)
Jr Freeman: This is getting VERY ugly. We need to get these two separated….or else we won’t even have a match at Destiny!
Alfonso Banks: So much emotion before we even get to Destiny! And we still have one more show left!
(Crystal gets shoved down by her own sister! While that’s going on, a ref momentarily gets Eddie pulled back but only for a second, Eddie grabs the ref by his shirt throwing him THROUGH the door of Star Stormz office and he starts screaming and holding his shoulder. The fight starts to spill in there with everyone trying to break them up.)
Star Stormz: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! SECURITY!
(Secuirty finally breaks up the fight and everyone else leaves but Eddie and Gracie, the injured ref is still on the floor and Crystal is trying to pull herself up.)
Star Stormz: You two are not leaving! What the hell is wrong with the 2 of you? I expected better from a Lopez, I expected you two to control yourself before Destiny. I will NOT have my night 1 main event ruined before we even get to Hawaii. Next week, you two will be here but IF you even interact with each other or glance at each other, I Will fine the both of you! Now get the hell out of my office!
Tag Team Match
Jack Russow and Miles Kasey vs Tyson Sykes and Alexander Lyons
(The match starts out with Jack and Sykes in the ring. The two battle back and forth before Sykes tags out to Lyons early on. Lyons and Sykes continue to tag in and out frequently, preventing Jack from tagging out Miles.)
Alfonso Banks: Antithesis playing it smart, wearing down Jack and not letting him tag out.
JR Freeman: I am seeing no tension between the Tyson and Alexander. They are working in great unison.
(Lyons tags back in, and looks at Jack who has taken a fair share of beating. Jack stands up and looks at Lyons, before yelling at him “bring it on, bitch”. Lyons shakes his head and charges at Jack, who catches Lyon’s legs and drops him to the mat. Jack jumps to his feet and looks over at Miles, who is reaching out for a tag. Jack snuffs him and starts attacking Lyons!)
Alfonso Banks: What is he doing?
JR Freeman: I think Jack is trying to prove a point to Miles
Alfonso Banks: Possibly at the cost of this match!
(Jack and Lyons are fighting, when Lyons whips Jack into the corner. Miles takes the opportunity and tags himself in. Miles jumps in and he and Lyons fight back and forth for a few minutes before Lyons tags in Sykes. These two fight for several minutes, until Sykes hits a Time of Death on Miles, and Lyons rushes over and knocks Jack down from his corner, leaving Sykes to pin!)
1…2…3!!!
WINNERS - TYSON SYKES AND ALEXANDER LYONS
(After the match, Lyons and Sykes were having their hands raised in victory when the crowd erupted! Running out from the back were Bella and Malachi!)
Alfonso Banks: OH MY GOD ITS SASS N BASH!
JR Freeman: Looking for a little revenge!
(Bella and Malachi hit the ring and attack Lyons and Sykes from behind! They brawl for a minute or two as security and referees run out to separate them.)
(Scene switches to the back as we see PWS: Apex General Manager Laura Phoenix standing in the interview area with the logo behind her.)
Laura Phoenix: Well hello there everyone. I am here tonight to make the exciting announcement of our next inductee into the PWS Hall of Fame. Or...in this case....inductees.
(Laura lets her words set in as the crowd murmurs as to wonder, ‘who?’. She takes a deep breath and smiles brightly.)
Laura Phoenix: Now, these guys I have all known for quite some time, separately they were absolutely amazing. As a group they were practically unstoppable, turning the entire PWSR on its ear as soon as they made their appearance known. I’m honored to call them friends and now I’m proud to help welcome them to a place that honestly they should have been in before me.
(And with that humbling thought, Laura doesn’t keep them waiting any longer.)
Laura Phoenix: I speak of course of the group consisting of Daz, Antonio Banks and Alpha Male. It is my honor to announce that during Destiny week, the men collectively known as the Black Blood Mafia will be inducted into the hallowed halls of the PWS Hall of Fame. Congrats gentleman!
Main Event
1 vs 6 Gauntlet Match
Heather Haze vs Chris Blade, Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr, Max Johnson, Moondust, Patty, & Stacy O’Brien
(We cut to ringside, where the members of the developmental roster are already surrounding the ring. 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 mixed reaction from the gathered crowd. She smiles as her theme music continues to bump out of the P.A. She 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.)
Meg Reynolds: Making her way to the ring, from San Fernando Valley, California, the Bad Girl, Heather Haze!
(Heather 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 catcalls and whistles as the music fades.
Alfonso Banks: Heather Haze never one to not give a show. That’s for sure.
JR Freeman: Even if it’s not the most family-friendly.
Alfonso Banks: GOod thing we’re not a PG company, then.
JR Freeman: I mean…we do have sponsors that aren’t big fans of her antics.
Alfonso Banks: Maybe, but…I mean…she does draw a…certain kind of audience.
JR Freeman: To each their own, I suppose.
(The arena lights return to normal, as Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. slides into the ring, and the ref checks with Haze and Cabrera before calling for the bell to start the match.)
*DING DING*
(The two start out circling around the ring, loosening up, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Haze gets Juan in a headlock, before moving his head and pressing his face into her breasts, and pressing her chest into him with a smirk on her face.)
JR Freeman: Uh..that’s…
Alfonso Banks: MOTORBOAT!
JR Freeman: Forced Motorboat…
Alfonso Banks: I doubt he’s complaining…
JR Freeman: Hopefully we don’t have a sexual harrassment lawsuit on our hands after that…
Alfonso Banks: You kidding? That’s probably the most action he’s ever gotten in his life!
(Heather lets go of Juan, as he staggers back, before Heather nails him with the Jailbait!)
JR Freeman: JAILBAIT!
Alfonso Banks: She’s not, though!
(Haze goes for the cover, as the ref slides into position.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Juan Manuel Cabrera Jr. has been eliminated.
(Haze gerts to her feet, and kicks Cabrera out of the ring, who still has a smile on his face, not even caring he just lost, as Stacy O’Brien slides into the ring. She starts jaw-jacking with Heather, pointing to her chest and shaking her head. The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, and Heather goes for a headlock, but Stacy quickly gets out of it by forcing Heather to the ropes. Stacy tries to pull Heather off the ropes, but Heather hangs on, and Stacy takes a step back, as Heather jumps up and springboards off the second rope, turning int he air and hitting a springboard clothesline on Stacy. Heather quickly gets to her feet, before getting down and getting Stacy in position, and hitting her with the Ride ‘Em Cowgirl, as she bangs her head against the mat.)
Alfonso Banks: Ride ‘Em Cowgirl!
JR Freeman: Again..our apologies for the risque content in this match.
Alfonso Banks:: Psh…if they don’t like it, they can change the channel!
JR Freeman: I just…can’t even with you right now. You’re acting like a horny little virgin or something.
Alfonso Banks:...there’s nothing wrong with that!
JR Freeman:...not touching that one.
(Heather finally stops the move, and goes for the cover, as the ref gets into position.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Stacy O’Brien has been eliminated.
Alfonso Banks: Haze is breezing right through the developmental roster.
JR Freeman: She still has a ways to go. She’s only made it through two, still have four to go.
(Haze disposes of Stacy, as Moondust gets into the ring. Heather just laughs at Moondust, and shakes her ass at him, before waving her finger and shaking her head. Moondust shakes his head, and goes for a lock up, but Heather spins behind him, and delivers a German suplex, but she holds on, and delivers another, releasing this time,a s Moondust flies across the ring. Heather gets back to her feet, walks over and stops stomping on Moondust.)
JR Freeman: Maybe she’s done playing around now, time to get to business.
(As if on cue, Heather mounts Moondust in a provocative way and starts punching him in the head.)
Alfonso Banks: You were saying?
JR Freeman: I give up!
(Haze gets off Moondust, and backs up to the corner, waiting for Moondus to get to his feet. Once he does, she charges at him, nailing him with a spear, before going for the cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Moondust has been eliminated.
Alfonso Banks: And another one down! Three more to go!
JR Freeman: At least that one had SOME non-sexual moves.
Alfonso Banks: That’s not Haze’s style. She’s gotta do her, JR! She’s gotta do her!
JR Freeman: Would you stop!?
(Moondust rolls out of the ring, as outside the ring, Chris Blade is hyping himself up, getting ready to get in the ring. He enthusiastically slides into the ring, and gets up to charge at Haze in the corner, but Heather sidesteps him, and he hits his head on the turnbuckle and falls back onto the mat. Heather gives a “what the hell?” kind of look, before hesitantly placing her boot on Blade’s chest, as the ref shrugs, and makes the count.)
JR Freeman: Uh…fail…
Alfonso Banks: Well..I mean..it IS Blade…so…it tracks?
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Chris Blade has been eliminated.
JR Freeman: That was…sad.
Alfonso Banks: Wait a second, what’s she doing?
(Heather immediately gets out of the ring, and walks over to commentary. She’s screaming something, but it takes a minute before we can hear it.)
Heather Haze: Wipe? I need an antiseptic wipe!
Alfonso Banks: For what?
Heather Haze: My boot! I don’t want any chance of catching anything from that! Ya know, Covid and all?
JR Freeman: Get back to the match!
Heather Haze: BUT I NEED TO SANITIZE!
JR Freeman: SINCE WHEN DO YOU CARE ABOUT SANITIZING!?
Heather Haze: HOW DARE YOU!
Alfonso Banks: PROBABLY BEST WE GET BACK TO THE MATCH!
(Heather looks back in the ring, where Patty is begging her to get back in the ring. Heather shoots a glare at JR, before getting back in the ring, and going right after Patty. The two exchange right hand shots. Heather sends Patty to the ropes, and when she comes back, Heather sends her over her back with a back body drop. She gets Patty back to her feet, and sends her to the corner with a hard Irish whip, and with such force that Patty falls down to the mat, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Heather backs up, and runs at Patty delivering the Bronco Buster and bouncing on the ropes.)
Alfonso Banks: Broncooooo BUSTAH!
JR Freeman: You are WAY too excited for that.
(Haze gets back to her feet, and Patty has a smile from ear to ear on her face, as she’s yelling at Haze to give her “more” and to give her “the other end”. Haze looks a bit disgusted, but gives a “fuck it” expression, and gets into position for the Pucker-Up. Patty actually pulls Haze into her, which causes Heather to jump, as she quickly gets out of the corner, turning back with disgust, as Patty laughs, and smirks.)
JR Freeman: I…don’t think I’ve ever seen Haze weirded out like that.
Alfonso Banks: That might be a sexual harrassment lawsuit there…
JR Freeman: ….really? After all SHE’S done!?
Alfonso Banks: Hey, you can’t invade someone’s bubble like that.
(Haze’s disgust turns to anger, as Patty gets to her feet, and walks straight into the Jailbait, and Haze goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
Meg Reynolds: Patty has been eliminated.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, get that crazy chick out of here.
JR Freeman: That tactic had a chance of working. Unfortunately for Patty, it didn’t.
(Heather kicks Patty out of the ring, and turns to face Max Johnson as he gets in the ring. The two circle around the ring, Max sizing Haze up, as he snarls at her. The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, as Max forces Heather to the corner. The ref orders him to back away, and he does, before delivering a clothesline. He lifts his foot and starts choking Heather, as the ref counts for him to back away. He does at the count of three, and back up as Heather stumbles out of the corner.)
JR Freeman: Finally someone’s getting some action in on Haze.
Alfonso Banks: I mean..it’s not hard to get action with Haze…
JR Freeman: I’m going to tell her you said that.
Alfonso Banks: Please don’t! She seems like the type that will kick me in the gonads.
JR Freeman: Maybe you deserve it!
(Max grabs Haze, and gets her into position for a powerbomb. He gets her up, but she reverses into a hurricanrana. She follows it up with a springboard cross body, then a springboard moonsault. She’s still not done, as she delivers a series of guillotine leg drops, before getting Johnson into position for the Ride ‘Em Cowgirl.)
Alfonso Banks: Ride ‘Em Cowgirl! Again!
JR Freeman: She’s doing everything she can to keep the big man down.
(Heather gets back to her feet, as Johnson stumbles to his, and Haze hits him with the Jailbait! She goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
3!!!
*DING DING*
Meg Reynolds: Here is the winner of the match, Heather Haze!
Alfonso Banks: She did it! She went through the entire developmental roster!
JR Freeman: By hook or by crook, she did it. You may not agree with her antics, but can’t argue with results.
WINNER - Heather Haze
(Heather rolls out of the ring, and grabs a microphone, before getting back into the ring.)
Heather Haze: I told you! I’ll face anyone! There HAS to be SOMEONE back there that will face me at Destiny! I don’t care WHO you are! I want a fight! I HAVE to be on the show! So, come on! Make my day! Don’t be scared!
(There’s nothing, infuriating Heather.)
Heather Haze: This is BULLSHIT! I have busted my ASS for the last three years, and I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to miss the biggest show of the year! One of you spineless bitches get your ass out here and FACE ME!
(Still nothing.)
Heather Haze: Is THAT how you wanna play it? FINE! I’ll come back there and find someone my damn self!
(Heather throws the mic down, and goes to get out of the ring, but when she gts to the ropes, pyro explodes from the turnbuckles, causing Haze to step back to the center of the ring.)
JR Freeman: What the hell?
Alfonso Banks: I have no idea…
(There is a moment of silence, before….
‘Some legends are told.
Some turn to dust or to gold.
But you will remember me.
Remember me for centuries.’
JR Freeman: OH MY GOD! COULD IT BE!?
(The fans ERUPT with cheers, as Daniel Russow comes walking out onto the stage. He’s decked out in his Russow sleeveless hoodie, and skull and bones facemask. He glares at Haze in the ring, before pointing up to the Destiny sign. Haze looks behind her at the sign, then back at Daniel, as she nods her head yes.)
JR Freeman: MY GOD! DANIEL RUSSOW VERSUS HEATHER HAZE AT DESTINY!
Alfonzo Banks: SHE’S GOT HER MATCH! AND HOLY HELL WHAT A MATCH IT IS!
(We show one last shot of Haze and Daniel, before the PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen and the show goes off the air.)
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