DESTINY 2022 NIGHT ONE MAIN CARD May 30, 2022 1:41:57 GMT -5
Post by Josiah Cena on May 30, 2022 1:41:57 GMT -5
PWS: APEX DESTINY
Night One - Saturday, May 28, 2022
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before we open the show with a shot of sunset on Hawaii, as we are greeted by the ever infamous voice of Dwayne Johnson.)
Dwayne Johnson: The venue…Kahanamoku Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. The event?
(Shot changes to a collaboration of shots of the opening pyro through the years.)
Dwayne Johnson: DESTINY. Tonight, we pay witness, as warriors go to battle, all fighting for greatness. We will see them go through hell. We will watch them shed blood, sweat, and tears in that ring tonight. We will cheer for our heroes, hoping that they are triumphant. Also, tonight, we say so long to one of the company’s most influential names. Tonight, dreams will be realized. Legends will be nade, and some may never be the same…again. So, get ready. Buckle up, cause it’s gonna be one hell of a wild ride…
(Pause foir dramatic effect.)
Dwayne Johnson: And then we get to do it all again tomorrow.
(The scne cuts to a shot of Dwayne Johnson, as he appears on Kahunamoku Beach.)
Dwayne Johnson: It’s time to put boot to asses! It’s Destiny, baby! Let’s go!
(With that, we cut a live shot of Kahunamoku Beach, as a huge pyrotechnics display explodes on stage, and the live crowd cheers loudly, as we are greeted by JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: In the words of Maui, himself. Let’s GO! Hello, ladies and gentlemen, thank you SO much for joining us here tonight, as we present night one of PWS: APEX Destiny!
Alfonso Banks: What an opening! Great to have that message from the incomparable Dwayne Johnson, and what a night one we have tonight!
JR Freeman: Indeed, we are going to see quite possibly the most violent match we’ve seen in PWS: APEX, as Mike Hawk and Jonathan Sanders compete in a three stages of hell match. We also have the tag team championships being defended, as Sass N Bash defends against Antithesis.
Alfonso Banks: Don’t forget, my queen gets her rematch for the United Title…even if it is in a triple threat match!
JR Freeman: Not that again.
Alfonso Banks: Always! And everything is headlined by the final match of Eddie Lopez, as he takes on his daughter, Gracie, in our main event.
JR Freeman: Indeed, but that’s enough of the formalities. Let’s get things started with our first match for the tag team championships!
PWS: APEX Tag Team Championship
Antithesis (A. Lyons & T. Sykes) vs. Sass N’ Bash (B. Madison & Malachi)[/color]
(The bell rings as Tyson Sykes’ theme “Tom Sawyer” hits. Sykes and Lyons start making their way out, with Dionysus in the back. The bell rings.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWS: Apex tag team championships!
(The duo walks along the ramp, Lyons badmouthing the fans while Sykes keeps a smirk on his face.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing the challengers first, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Dionysus, representing ANTITHESIS, the team of “The Ripper” Tysooooon Sykes and “The Feral Prince” Alexandeeeeer Lyyyyoooons!
(The duo make their way to the ring, getting inside as Sykes circles around the ring, while Alex does his usual ‘point up’ pose as fireworks explode for the pair.)
“Don't be mistaken
Your bloody time's up
This ain't no game
We're not here to entertain you”
(The opening vocals to “Entertain You” by Within Temptation echo through the arena, before the bass drops as the song blares through the sound system, as the tron comes alive with the video of Malachi and Bella Madison as once again we hear the opening lyrics to the song.)
“Don't be mistaken
Your bloody time's up
This ain't no game
We're not here to entertain you”
(Bella is the first to step out through the curtain followed closely by Malachi. Bella does a little twirl and smirks as Mal does his usual stare out into the crowd before they make their way down to the ring side by side.)
Meg Reynolds: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 305 pounds, they are the PWS: Apex WORLD tag teeeeaaaam champiooons, Bella Madison and Malachi, This is SASS N BAAAAAASH!
“Go to hell, I'm not here to entertain you
Just walk away or face the showdown
I won't bow, I don't care about the bleeding
'Cause my freedom's undefeated!”
(Bella hops onto the apron and enters the ring, crossing to the other side as Malachi does his usual trek up the ringsteps and as Bella climbs up her corner to do her pose, Malachi is up on the other side with his pose of his arms out to the side.)
(Mal starts out in the ring across from Sykes. The bell rings and both men circle each other.)
JR Freeman: When you see Sykes, and you see Malachi, you almost think of two rabid wolves fighting for their packs.
Alfonso Banks: Or two hungry lions squaring off for the same gazelle.
JR Freeman: Well put.
Alfonso Banks: I have my moments.
(The moment the action starts, it’s ON. Both men lock up, with Sykes getting the upper hand, pushing Malachi away from him. As soon as Malachi gets to the ropes, however, he rebounds off of them, hitting a lung blower on the bigger man, causing him to stumble backwards and into the ropes. Malachi then grabs Sykes and hits him with a vertical suplex, displaying a great deal of power. He immediately capitalizes, running to the ropes again to perform a springboard moonsault on his downed opponent. He pins Sykes, but he kicks out before the count even starts.)
Alfonso Banks: Wow, what an impressive display from Malachi!
JR Freeman: True, but Sykes won’t stay down that easily!
(Sure enough, as Malachi goes to tag in Bella, Sykes is already getting up. Mal tags Bella in, but she’s immediately hit with a stiff clothesline, sending her spinning and hitting the mat. Sykes, catching his breath, squares up his opponent as Bella slowly stands. He delivers several kicks, landing one on her head causing her to fall to the mat. He follows that up with a couple of stomps, even using the ropes as leverage while he stands on her back.)
JR Freeman: A classic wrestling technique!
Alfonso Banks: Is it, JR? Is it really?
JR Freeman: Um… yes.
Alfonso Banks: Oh, well okay then.
(Taking the opportunity to cause more damage, he grabs Bella’s ankle in an ankle lock! She reaches for the ropes, but can’t quite reach them. Soon Malachi runs in and breaks up the submission, getting face to face with Sykes again before the referee steps in, telling Malachi to go back to his corner. He reluctantly does so, but in the time this exchange has taken, Bella’s gotten up. She smirks and runs at Sykes, hitting a dropkick that drops him to the mat.)
(After that exchange, Sykes grabs the rope, pulling himself up. Bella kicks him in the knee and he buckles. She grabs him in her legs and holds onto the ropes, hitting him with a hurricanrana, before running off the ropes and diving out of the ring with a Beautiful Disaster! She stands up and heads to the top, looking for the Second Gen, but Lyons is there to push her off the turnbuckle and into the barricade!)
JR Freeman: Oh Dios Mio! That looked like she landed the wrong way!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, she might be dead!
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t go THAT far.
(Sykes gets up and is able to slide into the ring before the count-out, and goes across the ring to tag in Lyons, who steps out of the ring to reset the count, walking over to Bella and rolling her mostly into the ring, elbowing her in the throat, making her grab her neck as he backs up a bit on the apron, running forward and hitting her off the apron with a leg drop, before sliding her back into the ring fully, getting back in himself after her.)
JR Freeman: ANTITHESIS taking control of this match back!
Alfonso Banks: For now, yes, but who knows how long that’s gonna last?
(The Feral Prince now looks at Sykes, nodding as he picks up Bella, bringing her to the corner and setting her up in the Tree of Woe, while Sykes meanwhile runs across the ring, grabbing Malachi and hitting him, setting him up in his own tree of woe on the other side of the ring, clearly looking to set up the Brace Yourself. Both tag partners run at the opposite corner, Sykes going after Bella with a running splash, Lyons trying to hit Malachi with a dropkick. Bella and Malachi move, causing both men to crash and burn.)
Alfonso Banks: Oof, dang! That’s gotta hurt!
JR Freeman: No kidding! Lyons and Sykes are both heavy hitters, so it’s safe to say they crashed and burned pretty hard!
Alfonso Banks: Burnt?
JR Freeman: No, I don’t think that’s right.
(Both men are down, and Sass n Bash use this to their advantage. Malachi grabs Lyons and Bella grabs Sykes, both of them picking their opponents up, Malachi hitting a Pure Malice, and Bella hitting the Ashes to Ashes! Both moves hit simultaneously, both of the champions go for the pin!)
(A double kickout! Mal looks at Bella, who nods, as they focus on the legal man, Lyons, as Sykes rolls out of the ring. Malachi stands behind Lyons as Bella runs to do the Beautiful Disaster.)
JR Freeman: Oh, looking for Beautiful Malice!
Alfonso Banks: Beautiful Malice is my Halestorm cover band.
JR Freeman: Well, jokes aside… I know, that’s a foreign concept to you, but regardless, this could spell the end of the match!
(As Bella hops the rope, Lyons ducks, causing her to hit Malachi by mistake. She checks on him, giving Lyons and opportunity for a surprise roll-up!)
(No, a kickout! Malachi manages to get out of the ring, and it’s back to Lyons vs. Bella again. Alex looks at Madison, who looks back at him in response, mouthing “come on then”, before being hit by a discus back elbow from Lyons. Bella falls, but quickly gets back up, as she’s grabbed for a stalling suplex. Lyons poses a bit, even bending at the knees as he has her in the air, then standing back up again, repeating this a few times, and finally drops her to the mat. He walks over, tagging in Sykes, and Bella crawls towards Malachi. Before she can get to him, however, he’s pulled off the apron by Dionysus!)
JR Freeman: Oh, that’s just unfair!
Alfonso Banks: When have ANTITHESIS ever cared about “fair”, JR?
JR Freeman: Good point, Alf. If they let that stop them, Sanders never would’ve been Collateral Damage champion.
Alfonso Banks: No, indeed, this kind of brutality and rule-breaking is the reason they’re as successful as they are!
(Malachi squares up to The Mad God, who grins sadistically down at him. Malachi doesn’t back down, despite over a foot difference in height. As they’re squaring up, however, Sykes is going to work on Bella. He starts hitting and then doesn’t stop hitting, multiple body strikes and some rights and lefts to the head all find their way to one half of the tag team champions, and he manages to get her off her feet, at which point he gets down on the mat and locks in a grapevine dragon sleeper!)
JR Freeman: This is in the center of the ring, with nobody around to help, how will she get out of this?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t think she will!
JR Freeman: That’s sort of a negative way of thinking about this!
Alfonso Banks: True, but it’s a realistic one!
(Malachi, meanwhile, has been fighting Dionysus on the outside, with Mal laying into him with stiff strikes, and Dio giving back just as hard. He gets up on the apron, going for a diving crossbody, but Dio grabs him and hits him with a Rusty Cleaver instead!)
Alfonso Banks: Is this allowed?
JR Freeman: As long as he’s not fighting the legal competitor in the match, anything goes!
Alfonso Banks: That really seems like an oversight.
(While Mal’s doing that, inside the ring Bella’s fading. The ref holds her arm up, and it falls. The ref counts 1! He holds her arm up, and it falls, the ref counts 2! He holds her arm up… and she fights! She elbows Sykes repeatedly in the head, getting a second wind as she gets him off of her, running off the ropes to hit him with a shining wizard, and then transferring from that into the Second Gen! She goes for the cover…)
(No, Lyons breaks up the pin! He smirks as he gets back onto the apron, and Bella follows him, but in doing so she doesn’t notice Sykes getting up. He gets Bella on his shoulders and tags in Lyons, who gets on the top rope.)
JR Freeman: This is it!
Alfonso Banks: Every time you say that, it’s never it.
JR Freeman: Well I think this time it really is!
Alfonso Banks: Okay, now I KNOW it won’t be it!
(Lyons jumps off the top rope, hitting a diving clothesline onto Bella, as she falls to the mat, Doomsday Device style. As Lyons goes for the pin, Malachi finally gets the upper hand on Dionysus, realizing that Bella’s in trouble and running in to try for the save!)
(It’s too little too late, as Malachi slides into the ring JUST after the ref’s hand hits the mat! He looks at the ref, then over at Sykes, and finally at Lyons. The bell rings as the belts are handed to the two new 2-time champions.)
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, AND NEEEEEEEEEWWWWW PWS: Apex WORLD Tag Team Chaaampiooooons… ANTITHESIS!
(Malachi runs over to check on Bella on the opposite side of the ring as Sykes and Lyons raise the championships high up into the air once more. The crowd boos in response to ANTITHESIS, having clearly been on Sass n’ Bash’s side the entire night. They shout back at the crowd, although their words are unintelligible.)
JR Freeman: A short lived reign for Sass n’ Bash. Bella looks like she hit the mat hard there at the end. And look at Malachi–
(Malachi rises up to his feet, his face reading complete and utter malice and anger. He stares down the new champions as Bella rolls onto her side, holding her head. His fists clench, he growls and–)
Alfonso Banks: DIOS MIO! Hasn’t he had enough yet?
(Malachi barrels into Alexander Lyons with a right hook, left, right, left. Sykes turns around, and the new PWS World Tag Team Champion wastes no time in laying out Malachi with his title. Lyons holds his jaw as Sykes stands over Malachi with a vicious grin on his face. He looks up at Lyons, and then gestures to Dionysus, who slides into the ring.)
JR Freeman: They’ve already lost the championships, guys! Anything else is just overkill at this point!
(ANTITHESIS doesn’t hold back – Sykes and Dionysus start stomping on Malachi in tandem, one after the other. Lyons watches in amusement, before he realizes that Bella is slowly getting up. He drops his championship and walks over to her, pulling her up by her hair, and then whips her into a sickening clothesline. She crumbles to the ground.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, I can’t watch! I CAN’T WATCH.
JR Freeman: Just as Jonathan Sanders has proven in several scenarios, there’s nothing that ANTITHESIS won’t take from someone, and there are no lengths that they won’t go to do it! What–no, get off me–what the–
Alfonso Banks: IT’S TERRIBLE.
(It’s suggested at this point that Alfonso is likely clinging to Freeman in sadness. Suddenly, a positive kind of roar rises up from one side of the audience. Two figures leap over the barricade, cloaked in hoodies.)
Alfonso Banks: A rescue! Absolutely a rescue!
(The figures dash to opposite sides of the ring before sliding underneath the ropes and jumping to their feet. Everything stops in the ring as the two figures drop into a fighting stance. ANTITHESIS grasps their championships as they back off, unsure who these people are. The two figures look at each other, and then, in synchronization with one another, rip off their hoods.)
Alfonso Banks: THE COMMONWEALTH. THE COMMMMMOOONNNWEALTTTHHH!!!!!!
JR Freeman: Dickie Watson and Aiden Reynolds! We haven’t seen Dickie since December!
(The Commonwealth stare down ANTITHESIS, their long-standing opposition to one another apparent. And then, Dickie and Aiden run forward, ready to tackle Tyson and Lyons. But no! ANTITHESIS slide out the opposite end, all three heading for the ramp quickly, their championships on their shoulders as they stare down the foreigners. Dickie and Aiden both climb onto the ropes, yelling expletives at them as only the Australian and the Britain seem to know how to do.)
Alfonso Banks: HAHA! That’s what you get!
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say tonight that the rest of PWS isn’t going to sit down and let ANTITHESIS have their way. They may have gotten away tonight, but I’m sure tonight is just the start of some rivalries being set in stone and continued! Stay tuned – we’ve got another fantastic match coming up in just a moment!
(The cameras cut to commercial with Dickie yelling at ANTITHESIS as loud as he can over the cheers of the crowd and Aiden goes to check on Malachi and Bella.)
WINNER= AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… ALEXANDER LYONS AND TYSON SYKES[/color][/b]
(The cameras catch Cleo Phillips backstage, throwing punches at the air, preparing for her United Championship match later in the evening. After a few seconds she stops, and casually glances over her shoulder.)
Cleo: If you’re gonna try something, then you should know it’s not my first rodeo with this sort of thing. Used to deal with it almost daily. Now, I’m gonna be cool and ask you to step off because I have a match later that i'm trying to get ready for. But if you’re feeling froggy and wanna leap….then you should also know, that I’ll have no problem finishing what you started.
(The camera slowly shifts to the side, to reveal Heather Haze standing behind Cleo, steel chair in hand. Heather stomps her feet a bit at being caught before she throws the chair on the ground with a loud clatter. She lets out a frustrated scream before stomping off. The cameras cut back to Cleo who just shakes her head a bit as she proceeds with her punches.)
Alfonso Banks: Cleo just called out poor Heather. She didn’t even do anything.
JR Freeman: Because Cleo caught her!
Alfonso Banks: This is an outrage. I bet Heather just wanted to sit down and talk to Cleo.
JR Freeman: Yeah… sure… ok
Three Stages of Hell
Jonathan Sanders vs. Mike Hawk[/color]
(The bell rings.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a Three Stages of Hell match! Stage one will be a Barbed Wire Ropes Death Match, Stage two will be a Steel Cage match, and Stage three will be a Last Man Standing match!
(The song “Tequila” blares through the arena. As the song grows to the inevitable crescendo ending with the titular word, the crowd sings along as “Antithesis” is said instead, and Mike Hawk, in his Jonathan Sanders parody character Edwin Mo, steps through the curtain to a surprisingly big pop. He rolls each wrist in turn, far more times each than Sanders does, as Meg Reynolds starts to announce.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, from Vancouver British Columbia Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed President of Pro Wrestling, MIIIIIIIIIIIKE HAAAWWK!
(Hawk keeps walking to the ring, slowly and broodily, clearly taking the piss out of his overly-sad opponent, his face covered in white, almost Ronald McDonald face paint, black eyeliner and lipstick applied generously over top. He gets into the ring, onto which the barbed wire ropes have been attached, and sits in the corner, crossing one leg over the other and putting his hands behind his head, relaxing back into them, with the audience chanting “Antithesis!” along with the song one more time.)
JR Freeman: Well, Mike Hawk is certainly making a powerful statement about how little he fears Jonathan Sanders coming into this match! I can’t imagine the leader of ANTITHESIS is going to take this lightly.
Alfonso Banks: Hahaha, that’s right, you SHOW him Mr. President! That surly asshole could STAND to be taken down a peg or three, JR, if he can’t handle it then he’s in the wrong line of work!
JR Freeman: …Isn’t he literally fighting for validation and vindication against his childhood bully after a lifetime of trauma and abuse, Alf?
Alfonso Banks: …Help me out here, JR: if I say “fuck him, who cares?”, will that make ME the asshole?
JR Freeman: *audible sigh* I don’t know why I still bother with you sometimes…
Alfonso Banks: …I’ll take that as a no.
(In the ring, Hawk - as “Edwin Mo” - continues his exaggerated posturing, as the lights suddenly cut out, plunging the arena into pitch blackness.)
JR Freeman: Uh-oh! When ANTITHESIS is involved, this is NEVER a good sign.
Alfonso Banks: Shouldn’t it be “ANTITHESIS ARE involved”?
JR Freeman: Should it?
Alfonso Banks: …I honestly have no idea.
(The announce team’s bickering is abruptly cut off, though, by the sound of music lilting through the speakers. It’s not, perhaps, the music anyone expected, though, as the soft opening refrain of Metallica’s “The Unforgiven” greets our ears. Jonathan Sanders’ voice speaks over the sounds as the ‘tron flickers to life, bearing a black-and-white image of Sanders himself, slowly stalking through an abandoned playground in the evening. The area has fallen largely into disrepair, clearly lost to the ravages of time.)
Jonathan Sanders: I shall go back again to the bleak shore…
(We smash-cut now as the footage flickers and glitches to a scene of that same playground, now in pristine condition, as a group of children play on the equipment. One of them - clearly the de facto leader of the group - bears a striking resemblance to Mike Hawk, though obviously much younger.)
Jonathan Sanders: And build a little shanty on the sand…
(We cut again, to see a young boy with jet-black hair seated some distance away from the others. The boy’s head is downcast, dejected, and he’s being obviously ignored or ostracized by the other children around him, all of whom give him a wide berth.)
Jonathan Sanders: In such a way that the extremest band
Of brittle seaweed will escape my door
But by a yard or two; and nevermore
Shall I return to take you by the hand…
(The video glitches and flickers again as we switch to a shot of the boy standing up, surrounded by the other boys now. He wears an awkward, somewhat-forced smile on his face and he’s extending one hand towards the boy who looks like Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: I shall be gone to what I understand,
And happier than I ever was before.
(Young Hawk pauses for a moment, hand on his chin, comically exaggerated as he pretends to “consider” the offer.)
Jonathan Sanders: The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
The words that lay a moment on your tongue…
(The footage flickers again as young Hawk smirks, kicking young Sanders in the face and dropping him to the ground. He falls in slow motion, as the narration continues.)
Jonathan Sanders: Are one with all that in a moment dies…
(As Sanders’ body hits the ground, we see the older boys surround him and begin kicking and stomping on his fallen body, as Hawk points and laughs. Our shot allows us to barely read his lips, which seem to be shouting “NERD!”)
Jonathan Sanders: A little under-said and over-sung…
(We hold on this for a long moment, the blows of the older boys falling into slow motion as we switch to a close-up of young Sanders’ face, the smile gone, replaced by a look of terror, betrayal and deep, abject sorrow. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as the pummeling continues…until our footage skips again, and we find ourselves in the present day. The adult Sanders has crouched, in the exact spot where his younger self was being beaten moments ago, and he reaches down to pick up some of the gravel, rolling it between his fingertips as he looks up to the sky.)
Jonathan Sanders: But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies
Unchanged from what they were when I was young.
(Sanders’ gaze levels at the screen, his steel-grey eyes hardened and his lips blossoming into his familiar wicked, sadistic grin. We hold on this image briefly as the Dark Reflection materializes into frame behind him, its white pinpricks of light for eyes glaring through the screen even as we fade to black. As the poem draws to a close, we sit in silence for a long moment before Otep Shamaya’s voice splits the air.)
(As the heavy guitar riffs of Otep’s “Blood Pigs” pick up with the song, the lights come back up in a deep blue shade, then begin strobing in time with the drum beat. Jonathan Sanders steps out from behind the curtain, dragging a familiar sack of weapons behind him - the very same one he brought to the ring for his first bout with Cleo Phillips. The Lost Cause is adorned in his typical ring gear, with the exception of a Mike Hawk shirt over top. The shirt bears a black and white image of Hawk’s face shouting “FUCK YOU, I’M AWESOME!” but Sanders’ version has the “AWESOME” crossed out, and the word “DEAD” scrawled over it in blood red, along with matching red exes over the eyes. Sanders’ forearms are also wrapped in barbed wire all the way to the elbow, and he flexes his right arm, balling and un-balling his fist a few times with a twisted, gleeful grin. He winces with the pain, though this only causes the expression to widen, before slowly making his way towards the ring, slinging the sack full of assorted weapons over his left shoulder. He wastes no time in reaching the ring now, pausing only once at the bottom to sneer around at the fans, inhaling sharply as they pelt him with boos to feed on their resentful energy.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent; from The Other Side of the Mirror; weighing in at 185 pou-
(Before Meg can finish her introduction, and as Sanders is still standing outside of the ring, Mike Hawk gets a running start and LEAPS between the top and middle ropes, adeptly avoiding the barbed-wire on both sides and taking him to the ground with a MASSIVE Suicide Dive! The crowd explodes as the bell sounds, and this one is officially on.)
STAGE ONE: BARBED WIRE ROPES DEATHMATCH
JR Freeman: Dios mio! What an explosive start from Hawk! Clearly these two competitors can’t WAIT to get their hands on one another…
Alfonso Banks: Well, can you BLAME them, JR? After everything that’s passed between the two…I think this might be one of the most heated blood-feuds we’ve seen in this company’s history.
JR Freeman: You’ll get no argument from me there, Alf; these two men are going to tear the HOUSE down tonight, and who KNOWS what damage they’ll cause in their wake.
Alfonso Banks: Will it be damage of a…COLLATERAL nature?
(Alf winks obnoxiously. JR just stares at him, blankly.)
Alfonso Banks: Y’know…because…they were both…oh, nevermind.
(As Alf tries desperately to recover from his terrible cringey dad-joke, Mike Hawk is giving Sanders NO time to recover on the outside, laying into the Lost Cause with vicious stomps and kicks, before grabbing hold of him by the hair and lifting him to his knees, SLAMMING Sanders’ face into the steel audience barricade! Sanders clutches his face and falls crumples from the impact, writhing in the sand as Hawk snags the sack of weapons that the Snake of Eden brought with him and smirking as he turns towards the fallen body…then upturns the sack and pours its contents out all over the Plague of Professional Wrestling! Barbed wire-wrapped baseball bats, two kendo sticks, a bag of thumbtacks, a steel chair, several light-tubes and even an actual machete thud into the sand and clatter over the fallen frame of Sanders, and Hawk grabs the blade - by the handle, of course.)
Mike Hawk: I KNEW IT! You fucking psycho!
(Hawk rears back, making an exaggerated show of effort, then takes a few steps forward and chucks the blade as hard as he can into the surf off to the side of the ring.)
Mike Hawk: THAT’S what I think of your fucking knives!
JR Freeman: Wow, strong words from Mike Hawk, but I can’t say I disagree!
Alfonso Banks: Neither do I, JR, and I think it was a brilliant move neutralizing that possibility this early.
JR Freeman: Definitely, Alf. Hawk’s showing surprising tactical thinking tonight.
(And it seems he’s going to continue to show it, as Sanders begins to get to his feet only to be met with a knee to the face by Hawk, who keeps things on the outside for the moment, presumably to neutralize the threat of the barbed-wire ropes. He DOES, however, use them to his advantage as he grabs Sanders by the hair and Irish Whips him into the apron…causing his head to whiplash back into the barbed wire! Sanders staggers forward but finds his hair tangled in the barbs, which allows Hawk to rush forward with a vicious Lariat to send the Lost Cause even further into the razor-sharp wrappings. Sanders cries out in a mixture of pleasure and agony as the hit causes him to instinctively spread his arms apart, which ITSELF causes the barbed-wire on his forearms to catch on the barbs adorning the ring ropes. He struggles for a second then gives in, leaning back against the wire and shouting at Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: THANK YOU, SIR! MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!
(Hawk looks understandably uncomfortable, but inhales sharply and centres himself. He quickly looks around and grabs a Kendo stick from the detritus at his feet, rearing back and THWACKING Sanders in the chest! Jonathan yelps in something halfway between pain and glee, writhing against his barbed-wire prison once again.)
Jonathan Sanders: AGAIN! AGAIN!
(Hawk cringes but grits his teeth, growling a low growl as he takes a few steps back and absolutely BATTERS Sanders, letting loose a flurry of five rapid strikes in a row! Each one causes the Snake of Eden’s legs to twitch as his body rocks against the barbed wire ropes, but he simply LAUGHS a sort of masochistic, maniacal cackle.)
Jonathan Sanders: MORE! HURT ME MORE! SHOW THEM WHO YOU REALLY ARE!
(Mike moves to strike again but pauses, now, Sanders’ words clearly reaching something within him. He lowers the Kendo stick and looks to the crowd, his expression deeply conflicted. The crowd begins to cheer him on, expressing their approval with many chants of “FUCK ‘IM UP, HA-AWK, FUCK ‘IM UP!” and “KICK HIS ASS!”, but Mike seems genuinely unsettled by Sanders’ words…which seems to be exactly what the Lost Cause wanted, as he wrenches himself free of the barbed wire and rushes forward, nailing Hawk in the back of the head with a Spinning Elbow! Mike hits the floor like a sack of bricks as Sanders takes advantage, immediately rolling him into the ring and pulling the bottom barbed-wire rope down, raking it across Hawk’s forehead in a sawing motion! The crowd showers the act with boos, but Sanders simply grins his vile grin and cackles again, relishing the pain he is inflicting. Hawk struggles in his grasp as his forehead is torn open by the barbs, clawing blindly towards Jonathan Sanders’ face to try to free himself. He finally finds purchase with an eye rake, sending the Lost Cause backwards and letting Hawk escape by rolling over to the far corner. He pulls himself into a seated position, his sweat having begun to wash away some of the “Edwin Mo” makeup. He pants heavily, but before he can recover, Sanders has slid back into the ring with a barbed wire-wrapped steel chair and he SPRINTS from corner to corner, Shotgun Dropkicking it into Hawk’s face. The barbed wire catches the flesh on his exposed arms, causing him to cry out and cradle them, as Sanders’ grin blossoms and he grabs Hawk by the hair…but the Edwin Mo wig comes off, and Hawk rolls to the outside!)
JR Freeman: The wig! Sanders went to capitalize but forgot that Hawk was wearing a hairpiece!
Alfonso Banks: Just like he planned! Brilliant idea, Mr. President!
JR Freeman: I wouldn’t speak too soon, Alf…
(Indeed, Jonathan Sanders seems unphased, and instead he simply takes a few steps back to get a running start, then leaps into the corner and springs off, nailing Hawk with a Springboard Diving Lariat to the outside! He then follows up by unraveling some of the barbed wire from around his forearms and wrapping it around Hawk’s throat, tightening the grip as he applies a Dragon Sleeper! The referee chastises Sanders and orders him back into the ring, but he’s simply met with a sneer. He continues to wrench on the hold, Hawk’s face running red with crimson as it begins to flow down his chest as well, eliminating the last vestiges of the “Edwin Mo” facepaint in its wake. Hawk begins to go limp in the hold, but as the crowd rallies behind him, with chants of “NOS-FER-A-TU!” and chanting the “Hail to the Chief” tune, he seems to get his second wind and begins to punch Sanders in the side of the head. None of his blows hit hard enough to make the Lost Cause break the hold, and he continues his assault, but Hawk continues to struggle, grasping desperately for anything to give him an advantage…and his fingers find purchase on a spit sticking out of the sand. Viewers of the special attractions on PWS: Apex’s website this weekend know the other end is stuck into a Kālua pig, roasting in a sand pit beneath the pile of soil and leaves from which the stick protrudes. In his desperation, Hawk grasps the stick and pulls it valiantly, wrestling the pig free and twisting his body, sending the whole thing sprawling into Sanders’ face.)
Mike Hawk: GET PORKED!
(The pig collides with Sanders and he stumbles backwards, freeing Hawk from the hold and utterly ruining dinner for the crew later.)
JR Freeman: Oh, no! I was looking forward to that pig, it smelled AMAZING!
Alfonso Banks: Okay, but can we please focus on the fact that Mike Hawk just shouted “get porked”?
JR Freeman: …You know, Alf, I was trying NOT to focus on that.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed. I’m sorry, Mr. President, I love ya, but please don’t EVER use those words in that order again!
(As Sanders recovers from his surprise porking, Hawk makes his way back to his feet, panting heavily. He kicks Sanders in the gut and manages to pull the barbed wire from his own neck, wrapping it - quite begrudgingly - around his OWN forearms before nailing the groggy Sanders with a Double Axe Handle! He then slides the self-proclaimed “Horseman of Plague” into the ring and climbs back in himself - very carefully. In the ring, Hawk then gets a wicked grin across his face as he grabs the fallen Sanders, lifting him into one corner and keeping him from fighting back with a few more barbed wire punches to the forehead. He sets up Sanders’ left leg on the middle wire, then his right, forcing him to do the splits across the barbed wire…then takes a few steps back and WHALES him DIRECTLY in the crotch for the Nutcracker! Sanders winces and covers his junk, but the barbed wire tangled in his shorts makes it impossible for him to extricate himself from this position, so instead he just kind of pivots forward around his outstretched legs until he’s upside down, trapped in a sort of reverse-Tree of Woe. Hawk then takes a moment to catch his breath.)
Mike Hawk: *Visibly panting* Oh god…it was SUCH a bad idea to START with this one!
JR Freeman: Gee, ya think?
Alfonso Banks: Hey! Be nice to him, he…um…uhh…
JR Freeman: You can’t think of a single redeeming quality, can you?
Alfonso Banks: Sure I can! I just…saw a butterfly! Yeah, that’s it! Oooh, pretty butterfly!
JR Freeman: …You do realize that, even if I DID believe that, it’s not BETTER, right?
(As Sanders continues to struggle, Hawk grabs the barbed wire chair from earlier, placing it in the centre of the ring and setting it up. He grabs Sanders and RIPS him away from the barbed wire leaving several bloody cuts in so doing, and then drags him to the centre of the ring…to nail the FYIA onto the chair! He covers…)
THR-NO! SANDERS GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Alfonso Banks: What?! I thought for SURE that was it!
JR Freeman: Sorry, Alf; loath as I am to say it, you should never underestimate the tenacity of Jonathan Sanders!
(This does indeed seem to be true, as Hawk is now learning. He slaps the mat in frustration and looks at the referee.)
Mike Hawk: WHAT?! FOR REAL?!
Referee: Y-yes! I’m sorry! I don’t know what to tell you!
Mike Hawk: TELL ME HOW TO BEAT MIKE TYSON’S PUNCH-OUT FOR THE SNES!
Mike Hawk: …Nevermind, sorry, I forgot where I was for a second. Are you SURE that wasn’t three?
(As the two argue, Sanders begins to stir.)
Jonathan Sanders: You’ll…have to…KILL me…Michael…
(Hawk stares at him, blinks, then audibly sighs. He slides out of the ring, slowly, and makes his way towards the pile of weapons from earlier.)
Mike Hawk: FINE! You want me to do this YOUR way, Goth Tina? Be careful what you fucking WISH for!
(Hawk then slides into the ring with the bag of thumbtacks and two light tubes, before doubling back to grab the barbed-wire board. He pours the thumbtacks out on the mat, then moves to set the light tubes and the board on top of Sanders…but Sanders suddenly sits BOLT upright, driving his one still barbed wire-wrapped forearm into Hawk’s groin! Mike doubles over as Sanders stands up, dropping him with a SHOT OF SEROTONIN! Hawk falls backwards into the thumbtacks, writhing in agony as he hits them!)
JR Freeman: SHOT OF SEROTONIN! SHOT OF SEROTONIN! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM THE WHOLE TIME!
Alfonso Banks: That devious son of a bitch! How DARE he besmirch the good name of possums?!
JR Freeman: Um…yeah, sure, that. Why not?
(Sanders’ familiar sadistic grin blooms now, as he unwraps the barbed wire from around his other arm. He uses it to lash the light tubes to Mike Hawk’s bare, thumbtack-filled back, then drags his body face-down onto the barbed wire board, lifting his head and slamming it down twice as he does! He cackles his mirthless, chilling cackle as he tangles his fingers in Hawk’s hair, forcing his head up to face him.)
Jonathan Sanders: I want you to REMEMBER this, Michael! Remember what you did to EARN this moment of beautiful clarity!
(He then slams Hawk’s face down again before running to the nearest corner of the ring and leaping up onto the top wire. It sags under his weight and threatens to snap, but he doesn’t spend enough time on top of it to allow that, immediately leaping off to nail the Total Eclipse of the Soul! The light tubes SHATTER as Hawk is driven further into the barbed wire board, which cracks under his weight! Sanders rolls him over and drapes his body over Mike’s…)
Meg Reynolds: Your winner of the First Stage - “The Lost Cause” JONATHAN SAAAAAAANDERS!
JR Freeman: TOTAL ECLIPSE! TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SOUL! SANDERS TAKES THE FIRST FALL!
Alfonso Banks: NO! GODDAMN IT! I had Hawk winning three-nothing!
JR Freeman: …You realize that’s literally impossible, right? They’d stop the match early if he won two in a row?
Alfonso Banks: Shut up, JR! A man can dream!
JR Freeman: You have a serious gambling proble-
Alfonso Banks: A MAN CAN DREAM!
STAGE TWO: STEEL CAGE
(The ring is cleared, the weapons being taken out, the barbed wire being taken down and replaced with proper ring ropes. As this is happening, Hawk is recuperating from the hardcore nightmare he just experienced. Sanders isn’t doing much better, both men getting a chance to rest up and slowly pull themselves to their feet as the cage is assembled around them, with the door being the last thing put on, locking the two men inside.)
JR Freeman: The cage match starts!
Alfonso Banks: Okay, Mr. President, you’re 1 down, but you can come back from this! You’re the goddamn president of wrestling, you can do anything!
(The second stage begins with Sanders immediately trying to climb the cage, his signature wicked grin plastered across his face. Hawk grabs him and shakes his head, saying “I don’t think so”, as he pulls Sanders down to the floor, where The Lost Cause lands on his feet. Hawk grabs him and hits him with a vicious powerbomb into the cage!)
JR Freeman: Oof, directly into the cage!
Alfonso Banks: Thanks, JR, I too have eyes.
(Hawk doesn’t stop there, giving Sanders some kicks while he’s down, adding to the carnage by kicking him into the cage.Sanders cackles, but Hawk doesn’t stop, until finally, he stops. Picking Sanders back up again, he hits a bulldog in the center of the ring and goes for the pin.)
(No, a kickout at 1. Hawk gets up, leaning against the ropes, giving Sanders an opportunity. He gets up, holding himself up using the opposite ropes. Hawk runs at him, but Sanders kicks him in the face. Hawk stumbles backwards, then runs forward again, to be met with a kick. He runs at Sanders again, saying “maybe this time…” but is kicked. He runs at him again, with “but maybe…” and is kicked. He runs at Sanders again with “but THIS time, I’ll…” and gets another boot to the face for his trouble.)
JR Freeman: This is farcical!
Alfonso Banks: That’s impossible! How could you freeze a fart, and who would want to eat that!?
JR Freeman: I said farcical. Like… similar to a farce.
Alfonso Banks: No, JR, ‘farts’ is plural.
JR Freeman: …You can’t seriously think that’s what I mean.
Alfonso Banks: Farts… ARE plural?
JR Freeman: Why do I hang out with you?
Alfonso Banks: Contractual obligations.
(Sanders decides he’s finally had enough of this nonsense and jumps off the ropes, hitting a flying tornado DDT, before starting to climb the cage again.)
JR Freeman: Oh, Hawk’s in a dangerous position! You don’t want Sanders climbing that cage, knowing what he’s capable of!
Alfonso Banks: At least it’s not a roof.
JR Freeman: Not THIS time!
(Hawk manages to get up, climbing the cage after Sanders, pulling him down, but in doing so Sanders kicks at Hawk’s head, making him fall a short distance to the ring. Sanders decides to join him, by LEAPING from the middle of the cage for a Moonsault! He declines to cover, however, apparently deciding he needs to do more to put Hawk down first.)
JR Freeman: Wow! What a Moonsault from Sanders! That looked like an awkward position, but he executed it well!
Alfonso Banks: Well, if there’s one thing Jonathan Sanders is good at, it’s executing.
JR Freeman: You think he’s killed?
Alfonso Banks: I mean…we HAVE to assume, right?
(Sanders starts violently stomping on Hawk, first on his hand and arm, then on his body, holding his arm up as leverage, before rolling through into a cross armbreaker! Hawk screams, kicking at Sanders, but given the awkward position it’s not working that well. He decides an elbow would be better and starts elbowing Sanders in the head, eventually making Sanders fight back by biting Hawk’s hand.)
Mike Hawk: Ow, you emo fuck!
(He manages to stand up with Sanders on him, slamming him into the cage wall repeatedly until The Lost Cause lets go. Hawk buckles a little, but manages to compose himself and hit Sanders with a German Suplex. He pants, catching his breath for a moment.)
JR Freeman: You don’t want to give Sanders any time to work with!
Alfonso Banks: No, indeed. That’s when the cobra strikes!
(As Hawk walks back over, Sanders grabs him in a small package!)
(No, Sanders breaks the pin!)
Jonathan Sanders: I won’t let it be that easy!
(He gives that wicked grin he’s known for, before running to the ropes, jumping off of them into a springboard legdrop onto Hawk’s throat! Mike grabs his windpipe, writhing around as Sanders kicks his leg repeatedly, apparently the vicious streak still having continued. It looks as if Sanders wants to kill the “President of Pro Wrestling”. His long black hair, dyed crimson from the previous stage, getting in his hair as he kicks the shit out of Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: Bring out your inner violence! Show them the side of you I know is in there!
(He grabs Hawk to pull him up but Hawk headbutts him, blood flying all over as the heads collide. He kicks Sanders in the dick, standing up, sizing his opponent up, and running at him, hitting a Mo’ Mentum, Mo’ Problems! He goes for the pin!)
(No, a kickout at 2.5! Sanders looks up at him and grins, managing to get to a sitting position.)
Jonathan Sanders: You’ll have to KILL ME!
(Hawk shakes his head.)
Mike Hawk: Fuck you, The Cast of the Addams Family!
(He picks Sanders up, hitting a vertical suplex. Sanders grabs the bottom rope, pulling himself around. Hawk capitalizes on this and grabs his leg, getting him into an ankle lock, grapevining it too, because why not? Hawk wrenches on the hold, Sanders laughing the whole time.)
Jonathan Sanders: Yes! More, daddy!
Mike Hawk: Ooh, do NOT like that.
(Sanders kicks at Hawk’s legs, soon making the bigger man fall to his knees. Sanders pulls himself up, hitting an out-of-nowhere Shot of Serotonin! He falls as Hawk does, both men bagged from the exchange. The crowd cheers as both men recover, though Sanders gets up before Hawk. He gets down to Hawk’s level, locking in The Great Depression!)
JR Freeman: Great Depression!
Alfonso Banks: This might be over! 2 falls to none! Come on, Mr. President, fight out of it!
(Hawk is fading, but he ends up throwing an arm around, punching Sanders in the back. He does it again. And again. And again, and again, and again, but Sanders won’t release. He wails on the smaller competitor with both hands, eventually managing to stand up, once again with Sanders on him, using the ropes as leverage, running into the cage, but Sanders lets go as he does so Mike just runs face-first into the cage wall.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, damn!
JR Freeman: That’s gotta hurt!
Alfonso Banks: No kidding! Sanders knows what he’s doing!
(Hawk falls to the mat, Sanders going up to the top rope as he looks for the Total Eclipse of the Soul… but that seems to not be enough, as he looks up to the top of the cage. He starts to climb, and this time Hawk doesn’t stop him. He gets to the top, smiling wickedly as he dives off the cage!)
JR Freeman: If he lands this, it’s over!
Alfonso Banks: No! Dammit, no!!
(As he gets to the mat, however, Hawk pops up from the mat and hits the falling Sanders with an FYIA!)
JR Freeman: DIOS MIO! FYIA! THIS TIME IT WAS HAWK THAT WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
Alfonso Banks: YES! YES, GOD YES! GO GET ‘IM, MR. PRESIDENT! GIVE POSSUMS A GOOD NAME!
(Hawk crawls over to Sanders, draping an arm over him.)
Meg Reynolds: Your winner of the second stage, MIIIKE HAAAAWK!
STAGE THREE: LAST MAN STANDING
(There’s a long pause in between the latter two stages. As the cage is being taken down, both men sit in opposite corners of the ring, panting, bleeding, and slowly but surely using the ropes as leverage to help them get up. As the third and final stage starts, it’s last man standing. Neither of the competitors want to give up, but both of them look winded. They can both barely stand. They’re bloodied, and Sanders’ hair is in his face again. He brushes it away, as both men walk to the center of the ring, almost limping as they go. Hawk starts on the offense, hitting a bulldog, and both men stay down for a count of 1 before both getting back up. Hawk kicks Sanders in the stomach, whipping him into the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline as he rebounds.)
JR Freeman: Hawk looking strong in the early stages of this third and final match!
Alfonso Banks: Yes, but don’t get your hopes up yet, both men are tired and don’t look like they can continue!
JR Freeman: True, I don’t think either of these guys are at 100, 90, 80, even 20 percent. They’re running on fumes, and that might come back to bite them!
(Sanders, from the ground, grabs Hawk’s leg as he walks past, making him trip, as he crawls on top of him, smacking him in the head multiple times, before he picks Hawk up, locking him in the Dopamine Deficiency!)
Alfonso Banks: What’s his plan here? Submissions don’t count in a last man standing match!
JR Freeman: True, but this will wear Hawk’s body down. Sanders is looking to make Hawk fall and stay down! Or make Hawk do the same thing to him!
Alfonso Banks: Don’t do it, Mr. President! You’re better than that!
(Hawk struggles, managing to move one hand to Sanders’ blood-soaked hair and pull on it. Sanders grunts and releases Hawk, who tugs on Sanders’ hair more, using it to pull the Horseman of Plague towards him as he gets him in piledriver position, but Sanders grabs Hawk’s heads in between his legs and puts him to the mat with a hurricanrana!)
(Both men start to stir.)
(Soon Sanders gets up, followed by Hawk at 6. Sanders runs at Hawk, Hawk uses Sanders’ momentum against him, throwing him out of the ring. Hawk follows him, bringing him to the barricade, slamming his head into it repeatedly.)
JR Freeman: Remember, since it’s a Last Man Standing match, falls count anywhere!
Alfonso Banks: ANYWHERE?
JR Freeman: Um… yes, anywhere.
Alfonso Banks: You mean… ANYWHERE anywhere?
JR Freeman: Yes! Why do you have to make it creepy?
(Hawk puts Sanders on the barricade, heading up to the apron. He runs across, jumping off and hitting an elbow drop on the downed Snake of Eden! Sanders drops off the barricade, into the crowd, but Hawk picks him up and brings him back out, bringing him up to the apron with him. before climbing to the top rope. He pulls Sanders to the second rope, the Lost Cause totally limp, only in an upright position because he's lying against Mike's body. He mumbles, barely coherent, barely audible, but the camera is close enough to pick it up.)
Jonathan Sanders: Just want you…to remember…
(Hawk pauses. He HAD been setting up for the CTEmergency, but now he stops, looking Sanders in the eyes.)
Mike Hawk: John, I DO remember. I remember YOU, I remember MEETING, I remember it ALL. But I don't DWELL on it; I was just a dumb kid then, man! Kids are stupid, it’s why they spend 12 years learning math! …But if it makes it better, if it STOPS THIS, then John…I'm sorry.
(Hawk pulls Sanders into a hug. For a moment, the Lost Cause looks touched - vulnerable, perhaps…but it quickly fades, replaced with a malevolent, sardonic grin. The hug tightens.)
Jonathan Sanders: So am I.
(All at once, Sanders shifts his weight, releasing Hawk and pushing him off of the turnbuckle.)
JR Freeman: Aw, NO! NO, JOHN, NOT LIKE THIS!
(Hawk plummets from the top, crashing down into, and through, the announce table! The referee begins a count.)
(...Hawk manages to pull himself up! Sanders gets back into the ring, rebounding off the ropes and hitting a taupe suicida to Hawk, both men going down, but getting up fairly quickly. Hawk pants, as he looks at Sanders, who yells at him.)
Jonathan Sanders: Come on! KILL ME! Show them who you TRULY are! FINISH IT!
Mike Hawk: What the fuck is wrong with you!?
(Sanders GROWLS his response.)
Jonathan Sanders: Everything.
(Hawk nods, saying “That makes sense”, before irish whipping him into the steel ring steps. He grabs Sanders, hitting the Sliced Bread #2: Electric Boogaloo! Hawk looks down at Sanders, bug-eyed, like he can’t believe he managed to do that.)
(Sanders gets up, cackling as he looks at Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: Good, Michael. Good! But you’ll have to do BETTER than that!
(Hawk nods, looking around at his options, then back at The Horseman of Plague. Sanders opens his arms, asking “What are you waiting for!?”, as Hawk walks up to the non-broken announce table. Sanders follows him, and Hawk asks Alfonso Banks for something. Banks nods and Hawk turns around, hitting Sanders with… a cream pie.)
JR Freeman: You brought that for him?
Alfonso Banks: It’s my civic duty.
(Sanders, looking, somehow, even more unamused than usual, wipes the cream off of his face as he beats Hawk with the pan, following that up with several kicks to the head. He gets up on the apron, getting to the top rope, as he hits a Downward Spiral! Hawk’s truly out after that violent display, and the referee counts.)
(...No, Sanders picks Hawk up!)
Jonathan Sanders: Not yet, Michael. This is not how our story ends! YOU need to end it! You need to end ME! Answer the question, Michael! How is a raven…like a writing desk?!
Alfonso Banks: Ooh, oh, I know this! They-
(But before he can answer, Hawk smirks.)
Mike Hawk: Go fuck yourself, Nosferatu!
(He spits in Sanders’ face. The crowd chants “Nos-fer-a-tu!” louder than they probably ever have before, as Hawk lifts Sanders for a back body drop, then picking him up and hitting him with a powerbomb onto the apron, and finally ending it off by grabbing his legs and locking in the Reckless Leg Syndrome, to wear Sanders’ body down! The hold remains unbroken, because Sanders seems to want it to continue, and Hawk wrenches on the hold. After a few uninterrupted moments he breaks it, limping over to ringside, his leg collapsing as he goes, and going under the ring to grab a steel chair.)
JR Freeman: Uh-oh!
Alfonso Banks: What’s he planning?
(Walking back over to his downed opponent, Hawk lifts the chair above his head, then looks up at it, bringing it down to eye level and staring forward at the weapon, weighing his options.)
Jonathan Sanders: Do it! DO IT!
(He points to the top of his own head.)
Jonathan Sanders: RIGHT HERE!
(Hawk looks at the chair, then over to the hole the pig was previously being spit-roasted over and gets an idea.)
Jonathan Sanders: I said DO IT! You have to KILL ME!
Mike Hawk: …No.
(Hawk throws the chair away and uses Sanders’ hair to pull him over to the hole. He helps the Sadman Madman up, planting him with a “Clean Up on Aisle YOUR FACE!”, before quickly throwing Sanders into the hole, burying him up to his neck by putting as much sand around him as will possibly fit. The referee counts this as being unable to continue and starts counting!)
(Sanders stirs. He realizes his predicament, trying to get out of the sand.)
Jonathan Sanders: No! NO! This is NOT how this ends!
(He wiggles, trying to get free.)
(The bell rings, Hawk collapsing onto the sand as Sanders finally, slowly, pulls his way out of his sandy prison, laying on the ground as well, both men left bloody, beaten, and exhausted after their match. Neither man gets up for a good, long while.)
Meg Reynolds: The winner of the third stage, and the three stages of hell match, MIIIIIKE HAAAAWWWK!!
(Mike weakly raises one hand in the air.)
Mike Hawk: Yay, I did it.
(His head falls back, his breathing heavy, as a livid Sanders stares at Hawk with a furious hatred, but, due mostly to fatigue, can’t capitalize on it. Holding his hand out, Hawk is handed a mic, looking at Sanders.)
Mike Hawk: Hey, Saddicus Finch!
(He pauses to catch his breath, Sanders stewing, a mixture of shock that what Hawk did worked and incredible rage that he wasn’t able to break him visible on his face as he does.)
Mike Hawk: How is a raven like a writing desk?
Mike Hawk: Who fuckin’ cares?
(The Superman theme plays as Hawk’s victory washes over him, a relieved smile coming across his face, the microphone dropping into the sand, Sanders pounding with all of what’s left of his might on the sand in front of him.)
Alfonso Banks: Dear god, he did it! The beautiful motherfucker actually did it! That’s why he’ll always be MY president!
JR Freeman: Will you EVER stop worshiping him?
Alfonso Banks: Only the day I DIE, JR.
JR Freeman: Are you… saluting?
Alfonso Banks: Are you not!? That’s a federal offense! …I think.
WINNER= MIKE HAWK[/color][/b]
(The cameras cut the back where you see 2 trainers rush up on someone laying on the ground, knocked out. The cameras pan up a little and you see the long legs of Heather Haze walking off down the hall, laughing.)
JR Freeman: What did Heather do?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t think she did anything.
JR Freeman: You’re an idiot.
(The cameras pan back down and do a close up shot of the person on the ground. As the trainers roll her over, the blonde hair on her head moves and you can see that it was none other than Kallie Reznik!)
Alfonso Banks: This proves nothing…
JR Freeman: Heather tried to attack Cleo earlier tonight… what makes you think this was any different.
Alfonso Banks: Guilty until proven innocent!
JR Freeman: She just… you saw… but i… I give up…
Alfonso Banks: Is Kallie going to be able to compete???
(As the cameras start to fade, a worried Aiden Reynolds rushes up to check on Kallie)
PWS: APEX United Championship
Triple Threat Match
Alexis Makarios © vs. Kallie Reznik vs. Cleo Phillips[/color]
(The cameras cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWS: APEX United Championship!
(The fans cheer.)
Meg Reynolds: I regretfully must inform you that, due to an earlier attack, Kallie Reznik was not cleared to compete tonight, so she will not be able to take part in this match.
(The fans boo, as a “fuck you Haze” chant breaks out.)
Meg Reynolds: Therefor, this match will now be a one-on-one contest! Now, to introduce the competitors…
PWS: APEX United Championship
Alexis Makarios © vs. Cleo Phillips[/color]
(A loud pyro explosion leads into the beat to "Gangsta's Paradise" echoes throughout the air, as the lyrics begin Cleo swaggers out onto the stage, she folds her arms and looks around at the crowd from behind her shades.
“As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone’
(Cleo Phillips pounds her chest twice and points around the crowd before making her way down the ramp, as the song continues.)
”But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk”
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, the challenger, from The Bronx, New York, Cleo Phillips!
(Once at ringside, she jumps on the apron and rolls into the ring, where she postures and poses for the crowd as some more pyros go off.)
”I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight”
(Finally, she poses arms crossed on the turnbuckle, as the chorus comes in.)
”Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise”
(The lights come back to normal, as her music fades.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent…
(The lights dim as the opening chords of “MZ Hyde” by Halestorm hit. Strobe lights start to flash at the top of the ramp as Alexis Makarios comes out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. The crowd cheers, as she takes a moment to look around and take it all in.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, from Sydney Australia, she is the PWS: APEX United Champion… ALEXIS MAKAAAAAAARIOS!!!
(The lights brighten back up as Alexis starts making her way down the ramp, high fiving fans as she goes. Once she gets to the bottom of the ramp she stops and motions for the fans to keep going. As they do, she slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops to her feet. She goes to a corner and hops up on the ropes posing for the fans. She hops down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same. She then goes to the middle as she awaits the referee.)
(The bell sounds, and the two women circle around in the ring, as dueling “Let’s go Lexi! Let’s go Cleo!” chants break out from the live crowd. The two take a moment to let it sink in, before circling around in the ring again, sizing each other up.)
JR Freeman: YOu can tell that this match means so much to both of these competitors. Both of them looking to get that early advantage.
Alfonso Banks: I’d let Cleo-
JR Freeman: Don’t…finish that sentence, Alf.
(In the ring, after what seems like an eternity, Alexis and Cleo finally lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Cleo starts to push Alexis to the ropes, but Alexis reverses it and brings it more to the center of the ring, before Cleo pushes Alexis away. Both women seem to reset, circling around again before locking up again. This time Cleo gets Alexis to the ropes before Alexis turns it around and has Cleo against the ropes. Cleo maneuvers into a side headlock, and goes down on a knee to wrench in the pressure. Alexis struggles for a moment, but gets Cleo back to a vertical base, forcing her to break her grasp, and sends her into the ropes, but when Cleo comes back, she nails Alexis with a shoulder tackle that knocks Alexis down, as Cleo goes for a quick pin attempt.)
JR Freeman: Surely she knew it was going to take more than that?
Alfonso Banks: I mean…stranger things have happened.
(As soon as Alexis gets the kick out, Cleo goes back to the side headlock, wrenching in the pressure. This time it’s Alexis who causes the break, forcing herself into the ropes. As Cleo steps back, Alexis charges and takes her down with a shoulder block of her own, and goes for the pin attemp[t.)
JR Freeman: Both women looking for the win early in this one.
Alfonso Banks: She should have known that wasn’t going to do it.
JR Freeman: Stranger things have happened…
(The two get back to their feet, and Cleo charges, but Alexis ducks under, hooks her arms, and goes for a backslide pin attempt.)
(Cleo rolls out of it, as the two go back to back, before lifting up. Cleo moves out of the way, causing Alexis to stumble back, and Cleo grabs her, lifting her up, and planting her with a vertical suplex, as she floats over to a pin attempt.)
JR Freeman: A few near falls in this one already, Alf. This one may not go as long as we had thought. I’m sure someone is bound to slip up.
Alfonso Banks: I’m betting it’ll be Alexis that slips up, not Cleo. Maybe after she wins, she’ll let me come to the after party?
JR Freeman: Or hit you with a restraining order.
Alfonso Banks: She wouldn’t do that…
(The two get back to their feet, and lock up once more in a collar and elbow tie-up. Alexis spins around Cleo, going for a belly to back suplex, but Cleo does a standing switch, and goes for a supex of her own, but Alexis blocks it with her foot. Cleo manages to get Alexis up, but Alexis flips over Cleo and lands behind her. She charges at Cleo, who turns around just in time to deliver an arm drag to Alexis. Alexis quickly hops up, and as Cleo comes at her, she drops her with an arm drag of her own. Cleo gets back to her feet, and the two look at each other, before running to opposite sides of the ring, rebounding off the ropes, and both coming back, going for a lariat, as both women crash to the mat with the same idea.)
JR Freeman: Oh, geez. That was a hard collision, as they both had the same idea.
Alfonso Banks: I hope they’re alright, especially Cleo!
JR Freeman: Would you stop!?
(The ref starts to count, as both women lay on the mat.)
(Cleo starts to stir.)
(Alexis starts to stir as well.)
(Both women use the ropes to get to their feet, and they both take a moment, but as Alexis looks down for a second, Cleo charges at Alexis, going for the Milly Rock, but Alexis sidesteps her at the last second, grabbing behind Cleo, and bringing her back with the backstabber, as she floats her over her body, and locks in the Aussie Lock! Cleo writhes in agony, trying desperately to break out of the hold.)
JR Freeman: Aussie Lock! It’s sitched in good, too!
Alfonso Banks: No no no no no no! Come on, Cleo!
(Cleo tries and tries to break free, but she can’t. She tries to make it to the ropes, but she can’t. After what seems like an eternity, Cleo has no choice but to tap out, as the bell sounds.)
*DING DING DING*
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, and STILL PWS: APEX United Champion, Alexis Makarios!
Alfonso Banks: Damnit! I mean…I’m happy for Alexis..just gutted for Cleo.
JR Freeman: Cleo has nothing to be ashamed of tonight. She gave one hell of a match. Tonight was just Alexis’s night.
(We get a shot of Alexis celebrating in the ring, before cutting away.)
WINNER= AND STILL UNITED CHAMPION… ALEXIS MAKARIOS[/color][/b]
(The cameras cut to the back where Star Stormz is talking to some stagehands when she sees someone walk past. She excuses herself and turns around.)
Star Stormz: Just the man I was hoping to see…
(We pan the camera to see Max Delgado with a “who me?” expression on his face.)
Max Delgado: Whatever it was, I didn’t do it.
(Star chuckles a little bit.)
Star Stormz: Oh no, you aren't in trouble… unless you were the one that put that weapon under the ring…
(Max gets a look of disgust on his face.)
Max Delgado: Definitely not me, probably Haze…seems like right up her alley.
Star Stormz: Maybe… but that's not what I wanted. I… I feel like you are really familiar and I just can't pinpoint it. Maybe if you, oh I don't know, filled me in on who your dad is perhaps?
Max Delgado: But…where would the fun in that be? To just give you the answer?
Star Stormz: Ugh! This is so frustrating…
Max Delgado: Thiiiink about itttt….
Star Stormz: You’re not Eddie’s, are you?
Max Delgado: You REALLY think that?
Star Stormz: I don’t know! I’m grasping at straws here, cause we’ve looked, and there’s no Delgados in PWS history.
Max Delgado: Well yeah, didn’t think I’d actually use his name, would I?
(She lets out a frustrated sigh.)
Star Stormz: I have not been THIS annoyed with some since… NO…
(A spark lit in her eyes and her jaw dropped, as she figured it out)
Star Stormz: No… fucking… way…
(Max grins a bit)
Max Delgado: There ya go.
Star Stormz: But, why the secrecy?
Max Delgado: Per dad’s request. He wanted me to make a name on my own. Didn’t want me to get anything handed to me.
Star Stormz: Fair enough… How's the old geezer doing?
Max Delgado: He’s good. He’s actually here this weekend. Wanted to catch the festivities but also keep a low profile.
Star Stormz: Leave it to him haha. Man, I haven't seen you since… well you were what? 7? 8? You've grown up to be a hell of a wrestler. That was a great match tonight, and you have many more ahead of you, I'm sure.
Max Delgado: Thanks. Yeah, it’s been a while since those days. I grew up a bit…not the skinny little kid anymore.
Star Stormz: Clearly… anyways, I won't keep you. But uh… have your dad call me. I have some business to discuss with him.
Max Delgado: Yeah, he said he had something he needed to discuss with you, too. Just didn’t know how to go about doing so. I got no clue what he’s on about. But, I’ll let him know to give you a call.
(Star nods at him before turning her attention back to the stagehands. You could see a slight smirk on her face)
No Holds Barred
Special Guest Referee: Crystal Lopez
Eddie Lopez vs. Gracie Lopez[/color]
(La Raza from Kid Frost starts to play through the PA system, as it does Eddie Lopez appears on stage to the crowd cheering for him! He’s wearing black and white gear as he walks down the ramp. As he enters the ring, he stands on the middle rope, with his arms in the air. Pyro lights up the Hawaii sky.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a no holds barred match! Standing in the ring, from San Diego California, PWS Hall of Farmer, Eddie Lopez!
Jr Freeman: With his sister going into the hall of fame, and his father passing away since the last time he wrestled, do you think his mind will be on this match?
Alfonso Banks: Oh for sure! Look, the Lopez family are tough people. I think Eddie is ready for this match, I don’t care if he hasn’t wrestled in a year. He’s ready, it’s the type of person he is!
(Def Leppard’s “Kick starts to play through the PA system, as the crowd starts to have a mixed reaction for Gracie! Mixed reactions because she’s facing her father. But cheering for her before they love her! Pyro sprays across the stage and up the videoboard on stage before Gracie starts to walk down the ramp. She’s in white green and black gear, green and black to represent the Hawaii Rainbow’s football team, and white to add some color to their bland color scheme. Gracie walks around the near side of the ring to meet her daughter, she kisses her on the forehead before entering the ring. She leaps on the 2nd rope and poses for a second. As pyro lights spray across the lightning rig above the ring. Gracie leaps down and she’s face to face with her dad.)
Meg Reynolds: From San Diego California, Gracie Lopez!
JR Freeman: She’s done a lot in her 6-year career, but facing her father is something she’s never done before. She’s never had THIS amount of pressure on her shoulders.
Alfonso Banks: I beg to differ, I was there that night she won her first championship on her debut, the electricity in that match is what I’m feeling now. Sure things are different now, and this is the main event of Destiny. She’s built for this, when she was in those world championship matches late last year, she wasn’t phased by the pressure.
Jr Freeman: True, but she wasn’t out for close to 6 months either. There hasn’t been some ring rust there.
Meg Reynolds: Please allow me to introduce the special ref to this match, she is the sister of Gracie Lopez and the youngest daughter of Eddie Lopez, Crystal Lopez!
Jr Freeman: She’s a wild card in this match. I know she’s been training, but she hasn’t been in the ring ever.
Alfonso Banks: First time for everything right? She’s under pressure too! It’s her first match too. We have an amazing training center, and I’ve seen her in there with David Shane, She looked good. The question is, can she take those skills in an intimate setting and translate it to a big stage like this.
(As Crystal, the daughter of Eddie and sister to Gracie signals for the bell to ring, you can already sense her nervousness as they lock up in the middle of the ring, Eddie transitions into a sidehead lock and Gracie throws him into the ropes but he comes back with a shoulder tackle that takes Gracie off her feel. On the ground, Gracie looks up at her dad as he taunts in front of her.)
Jr Freeman: Look at Eddie! He’s already taunting.
Alfonzo Banks: Listen to the crowd too, it’s a mixed reaction for both of them!
Jr Freeman: As it should be, both of them are well respected and have been around for a long time, and the fans respect them, both of them.
(Gracie nods her head as she stands up on her feet, they lock up again and Eddie throws Gracie into the ropes. Gracie rebounds from the ropes and ducks a clothesline that Eddie tries to do, she rebounds off the ropes again and leapfrogs over Eddie. One more time she bounces off the ropes and hits a speeding heel kick to her father’s head and he falls to the mat after all of that speed and momentum she picked up. Eddie rolls out of the ring after that to compose himself)
Jr Freeman: I dont think Eddie was ready to be knocked off his feet this early.
Alfonso Banks: He should realize that if Gracie picks up that much speed and momentum, her moves are going to hit that much harder.
(Eddie walks around ringside and Gracie shrugs her shoulders and runs towards the ropes, she charges forward and leaps over the top rope and lands on her father with a suicide dive! Both of them go crashing to the floor, as the crowd cheers for it. After the move, Gracie crawls and pulls herself up using the apron skirt. Once on her feet, she picks up her dad. She grabs her dad by the arm and throws him into the steps at ringside, both he and the steps go flying.)
Jr Freeman: All of this is legal and Crystal can’t do anything about it.
Alfonso Banks: Right. She’s just there to make sure her dad and sister don’t kill each other. I would hate to be her right now though, and trying to separate these two…
(Gracie starts moving towards something she has an eye on at ringside. She makes her way to the announce table and starts cleaning it off.)
Gracie: This table is mine now…
(She said as she pointed toward the 2 announcers at ringside. However, cleaning off the table gave Eddie time to roll back into the ring and shake off being thrown into the steps. Eddie starts to run the ropes enough for him to pick up speed and he launches himself over through the middle rope and both of the CRASH over and behind the announce table, leaving Jr Freeman and Alfonso to scramble away.)
Jr Freeman: Good lord!
Alfonso Banks: We talked about Gracie’s speed, but what about his?! I haven’t seen him run that fast in years. How much pressure is that on his knees? He has a history of having knee problems, which led him to reduce his wrestling schedule.
(Gracie uses the announce table to stand up, then she starts to climb on it. She pulls her father upon the table too. With both of them up on the table, she tries to go for a powerbomb but Eddie back body drops her from the table to the floor below! Gracie lands on the floor with the loudest splat and thud you could hear.)
Jr Freeman: Did you hear that!? Was that a splat I heard or did something snap!?
Alfonso Banks: I’m trying to stay away from these two, I don’t like where this is going.
(Crystal checks on her sister after that move while Eddie lays on top of the table before he starts to move. He uses the table as leverage to get back upright. Once he’s on his feet he starts to dig around under the ring for weapons. He pulls out 2 chairs, a kendo stick and a trash can. He uses the trash can first by whacking Gracie across the back!)
Jr Freeman: This is the Eddie that she wanted.
Alfonso Banks: I know, but I’ve seen what Eddie can do.
(Eddie grabs Gracie throwing her back into the ring, and he slithers on top of her.)
(Gracie kicks out at the count of 2, Eddie looks towards Crystal with a nod of his head. Saying how good of a job she did on her first pin count. But she still looks nervous since this is her first time being in a high-profile situation. Eddie uses the ropes to get to his feet, and once he’s up he stares down at the chair. He grabs the chair and whacks Gracie in the back with it, and Gracie flops around after being hit with the hair like a fish. The chair is already warped from the impact, and he does it again!)
Jr Freeman: Good lord…It’s been a while since I’ve seen this side of Eddie and I don’t like it.
Alfonso Banks: He’s in survival mode. He’s back up against the wall and he has no choice but to do this. I wonder if Gracie is even regretting provoking this side of him.
Jr Freeman: I doubt it.
(The battle scars are starting to show on Gracie’s back after those chair shots, but it’s not nearly enough for Gracie to back down, she’s been through worse. As black and blue marks show up on her body, she starts to pull herself back up on her feet only to be smacked back down with another chair shot across the back. Eddie goes for a cover.)
(Gracie kicks out but this time she rolls out of the ring to get away from her father but he goes after her. They start fighting on the outside again, Eddie throws Gracie towards the steps but she leapfrogs over it! That surprises Eddie, he wasn’t expecting that. Eddie runs towards Gracie, but she picks him up by the waist and slams him down with a spine buster on the floor in front of the announcer tables! He starts to squirm around and yell in pain after that but Gracie not caring, gets up to her feet and has this look in her eye.)
JR Freeman: I don’t like that look….
Alfonso Banks: I know she’s done some dastardly things in the past but never once have I seen that look before.
(Gracie picks up her dad rolling him back into the ring, she slides in behind him and covers him. Crystal gets down on the mat.)
(Eddie gets his shoulder up. After the pin, Gracie starts to climb the nearest turnbuckle that’s facing the hard cam. Gracie starts to set up like she’s gonna do a moonsault, but Eddie got to his feet before she could do the move and shoves her off the turnbuckles to the left! Gracie goes flying and crash lands into the announce table. That sends Jr Freeman and Alfonso Banks running away from their post after they saw Gracie flying their way!)
Jr Freeman: Good lord! Did you see the height she got!?
Alfonso Banks: I didn’t expect her to land on her laps like that! We don’t have a desk now, or monitors.
Jr Freeman: I didn’t expect this type of match with these two, they’re trying to kill each other!
Alfonso Banks: You expect anything less? This is who they are. They’re competitors, and they’re gonna give it they're all.
(Crystal is at ringside now checking on her sister in the broken wreckage of the table she went through.)
Crystal: Do you want me to ring the bell?
Gracie: Screw off!
(Gracie starts crawling out of the wreckage and pulls herself up using the ring skirt then using the ropes as well. She manages to pull herself into the ring but Eddie’s waiting for her and connects with a spear that almost spins her out of her shoes! Eddie goes for a pin.)
(Gracie shoots her shoulder off the mat but barely as she refuses to give up. It’s not in her DNA to do so, and Eddie’s starting to realize that. Eddie climbs to the top rope himself, and goes for his frog splash and connects with it! He goes for the pin.)
(Gracie kicks out again using her shoulder, which Crystal sees. She’s been very fair up to this point of the match for someone who had little training, you could see the nerves she had earlier wash away as this match moves forward almost as if she’s getting comfortable.)
JR Freeman: Gracie’s body must be thriving in pain, remember she hasn’t been in our ring in almost 6 months!
Alfonso Banks: True, but it doesn’t mean she hasn’t been in a wrestling ring at all. You know she trains, you know she throws her body around.
(Gracie rolls out of the ring after the pin, her father starts to chase after her and they start to fight on the outside again. Eddie tries to throw his daughter into the steps but she reverses it and sends him crashing knees first into the steps. The knees start to become the focal point for Gracie now after she damaged them with the steps. She rolls Eddie into the ring and slides him between the ring post, she hooks in a hangman’s figure 4 with Eddie's legs wrapped around the ring post!)
Jr Freeman: Oh man! Eddie’s knees are going to be damaged here!
Alfonso Banks: She’s not letting go either, she may break her father's legs here! I know he’s had a history of knee issues and this move won’t help matters at all. Look at the pain in his face!
(Eddie screams in pain trying to claw at anything possible to break this hold, and Gracie has been through out in this match as well, and she’s trying to hang on with the move. Again, there’s not much Crystal can do about this but ring the bell if and when Eddie taps, but he refuses. He REFUSES to give up. Once Gracie thinks she’s done enough damage, she breaks the hold.)
Jr Freeman: Both of them are trying to end each other here!
Alfonso Banks: This match reminds me of the match Gracie and Jenn had, 5 years ago. They tore each other up!
(Eddie slithers his way towards the middle of the ring, and Gracie slowly starts to climb the ropes. She stands up there for a moment before leaping off, she hits the harlam hangover leg drop on her father! And goes for the pin.)
(Eddie gets his shoulder up just in time! Gracie scoots away and is a little taken back by her dad kicking out of that move. It’s a move that she doesn’t use regularly, but she can pull it out. While Gracie is thinking about what happened, Eddie pulls himself to the corner and pulls himself up, unbeknownst to him, he also pulls off the turnbuckle padding to the top rope. Gracie charges toward her dad but he falls down at the last second and she crashes face-first into the exposed turnbuckle!)
JR Freeman: She crashed hard into that turnbuckle.
Alfonso Banks: She’s busted open too!
(Eddie climbs to the top rope, and hits another frog splash on his daughter!)
Jr Freeman: This is it, this has to be!
(Eddie crawls to the pin after that.)
(Gracie kicks out right at the last second. Eddie rolls away from his daughter in disbelief, wondering what it’ll take to keep her down. He looks towards the chair again, and grew a smile on his face. If she doesn’t want to stay down, he’s going to BEAT it out of her, just like earlier. After picking up the chair, Eddie charges toward Gracie only to get superkicked in the jaw! Eddie and the chair go down)
Jr Freeman: That’s the same move that started this!
Alfonso Banks: it is! But look, Gracie can’t capitalize.
(Gracie crawls towards the chair, she grabs it and uses the ropes to pull herself up. Gracie picks up the chair over her head, and whacks her dad with it! Not once, but again and again and again, for 7 times across the back! After the 7th smack, she falls to her knees exhausted from doing it. Just like her back, his back starts to welt up from the chair shots.)
JR Freeman: I was going to say the ref should get involved in this but she can’t.
Alfonso Banks: It’s payback from earlier in the match when he did the same thing to her.
(Eddie uses the ropes to pull himself up after taking that beating but Gracie with the chair again smacks him across the head with it! Eddie falls down, Gracie falls down and there’s nothing Crystal can do. Gracie throws the chair with frustration to the arena floor, in her mind she didn’t want to do that but it was something that needed to be done, it’s a receipt from earlier in the match. Now, like Gracie, eddie is busted up. Gracie looks towards her father for a moment who is struggling to get to his feet at all, once he does. She hesitates for a second but superkicks him again.)
JR Freeman: She’s starting to realize that this match is ending soon….
Alfonso Banks: Yeah she is.
(Gracie slowly climbs the turnbuckles she stands on the top rope but again she hesitates. She knows if she hits this move and he doesn’t kick out, that’s it for him. His career is over. She starts to climb down the turnbuckle only for a split second before climbing back up and she hits a springboard 450! Not her normal way of doing it, but still effective enough. But she hit this time with authority and bounces off her dad. She crawls to cover him!)
JR freeman: Man, what a rollercoaster of a match that was!
Alfonso Banks: They did it the right way, they were going into this match looking to do the old school way and they did. Crystal did amazing her first time in the ring as well.
Jr Freeman: She looks like a professional in there.
(Gracie crawls to the far turnbuckle and leans against it for a moment. She’s battered, bruised and the cut above her eye is deep she looks towards her father, who hasn’t moved. He’s also bruised, battered, and bloody. Both of their backs are torn up from this match, but they don’t care. As they lay there, pyro shoots across the nighttime Hawaii sky. As the pyro happens, Eddie gets to his knees, and Gracie crawls on her knee’s towards him. They share an embrace in the middle of the ring, they added in Crystal as well.)
Jr Freeman: That’s what Destiny is all about! Good night everyone and we’ll see you guys for night 2 tomorrow night! Audrey will face Serria for the world title in the main event as well as other amazing matches!!!
WINNER= GRACIE LOPEZ[/color][/b]
CLOSING SEG IF NEEDED
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