PWS: APEX DESTINY 2022 NIGHT TWO Jun 1, 2022 1:52:19 GMT -5
Post by Josiah Cena on Jun 1, 2022 1:52:19 GMT -5
PWS: APEX DESTINY
Night Two - Sunday 29, 2022
Night Two - Sunday 29, 2022
(The PWS: APEX logo flashes across the screen, before we come in on the sunset on the Hawaiian coast line, as we hear the voice of Dwayne Johnson.)
Dwayne Johnson: As the sun sets on one day…
(Scene switches to a sunrise.)
Dwayne Johnson: It rises on another. Tonight, we run it all back, and we do it all one more time. Last night was momentous, stupendous, monumental, legendary, but tonight…tonight will be even better.
(The scene cuts to Sierra Williams, as she’s holding the PWS: APEX World Championship.)
Dwayne Johnson: For some…it’s a story of dominance.
(The scene cuts to Audrey Russow.)
Dwayne Johnson: For some, it’s a story of redemption. It’s the heroes…
(A flash of Daniel Russow.)
Dwayne Johnson: Against villains.
(A shot ofHeather Haze.)
Dwayne Johnson: It’s the story of rembmering a friend.
(A side-by-side shot of Jack Russow and Miles Kasey.)
Dwayne Johnson: And it’s a story of seeking validation.
(A quick blip of Violet Amelia Holt holding the Collateral Damage Championship.)
Dwayne Johnson: Tonight, is going to be bigger than ever. Tonight is going to be more emotional than ever. Tonight…it has all led down…to this. This is DESTINY! Night Two! Now…you know what to do…boots to asses. Let’s get it.
(With that, we cut to Kaunamoku Beach, where a huge pyrotechnics display shoots off on stage, and the live crowd roars with cheers, as we are greeted by JR and Alf.)
JR Freeman: Another great message from Dwayne Johnson! Hello, lades and gentlemen, and welcome to PWS: APEX Destiny night two! I’m JR Freeman.
Alfonso Banks: And I’m Alfonso Banks.
JR Freeman: We have a jam-packed show for you tonight, headlined by our monster Last Woman Standing Match for the PWS: APEX World Championship, as Sierra Williams defends against Audrey Russow! But we’re gonna go ahead and get things started with our first match of the night, as Violet Amelia Holt defends her Collateral Damage Championship against Devon Ryder in a Hardcore Match. Let’s send things to Meg Reynolds, who is standing by in the ring.
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Violet Amelia Holt © vs. Devon Ryder[/color]
(The lights dim and the Smarkstron flickers to life, the gentle opening sounds of Guns N Roses’ song “Civil War” beginning to lilt over the speakers. As they do, the sounds - a sorrowful humming of “the ants go marching” - are accompanied by a slideshow of the names and faces of every victim of the recent Uvalde massacre, then the victims of the Buffalo shooting before that. After these pass, the lyrics begin.)
“Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before.”
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before.”
(As the lyrics begin, the slideshow changes to run through faces of other mass shooting victims in American history - Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook - all accompanied by names, dates and final death tolls. As this happens, fog begins to billow from the entrance ramp.)
“Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before.”
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before.”
(With these next lyrics, the footage changes to videos - silent, of course - of politicians and pundits arguing on the news over gun control measures, along with presidential speeches after each of these tragedies.)
Over 1,035 victims since 1982. Over 288 mass shootings since 2009. Every time, you promise change. Every time, nothing changes. Every time, more children die.[/idiv]
(A beat, and then the following text appears in white.
How many more have to die before you finally stand up and STOP IT?[/div]
(With this, as Axl Rose shouts the line “MY HANDS ARE TIED!”, a spotlight hits the centre of the ramp as Devon Ryder emerges from below, draped in a Canadian flag and wearing a black shirt that reads “‘Saving Babies’ is Killing Women”, along with a red-and-black version of his ordinary ring gear. Desiree de La Roche hangs on his arm, in a similar-coloured dress with her hair tied up in loose curls. Both wear solemn and serious expressions, even as Ryder turns around and spreads his arms, revealing the back of his jacket which reads "CANADIAN" across the shoulder blades and "HERO" across the lower back, with a BLACK maple leaf emblazoned between them this time. Ryder holds the Canadian flag outstretched in both hands as he does this, so his body is silhouetted against it as a backdrop, and he holds that position for just a moment before turning back around, taking Desi by the arm as the two make their way down to the ring. When he reaches the base of the ramp, he does not grin, instead looking around intensely at the audience as his entrance video showcases more pivotal moments through American history - including the assassinations of both Martin Luther King Jr. and John F. Kennedy. Ryder inhales sharply, then kisses Desiree briefly on the lips before climbing the steps and popping in through the middle rope. Ryder spins around in the centre of the ring, arms outstretched with his flag again but eschews his pyro this time in favour of the more serious tone of proceedings. He then folds the Canadian flag and places it gently in the corner of the ring before taking off his jacket and handing it to Desiree, who he makes a point to audibly thank, then turns to the ramp and slowly tests the ropes while awaiting his opponent.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first; from Ottawa, Ontario by way of Regina, Saskatchewan Canada; weighing in at 90.26 kilos; he is "The Canadian Hero", DEEEEEEEVON RYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEEEER!
(The lights softly die down as a countdown clock appears on the screen. Once the clock hits zero, “New Design” strikes up as Violet Amelia Holt steps out onto the stage with the Collateral Damage title belt draped across her shoulders. The crowd doesn't quite know what to do, giving her a solidly mixed reaction as she stands on the stage and stoically stares at the ring with a malicious look on her face.)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent; from Orlando, Florida; weighing in at 128 lbs.; she is your REIGNING, DEFENDING, PWS: Apex Collateral Damage CHAMPION; VIOLET AMEEEEEELIA HOOOOOOOOOOLT!
(Violet somberly walks down the ramp while muttering things underneath her breath, holding her gaze on Devon Ryder and trash talking him from afar. Her eyes remain on her challenger as she quietly hops up onto the ring apron. She steps through the ropes, walks over toward the corner and leans against it, lifting the title high to another mixed pop.)
JR Freeman: I have to tell you, Alf, I do NOT envy Devon Ryder tonight. Violet Amelia Holt looks like a woman POSSESSED, and you have to wonder about her mental state going into this given what we've just witnessed.
Alfonso Banks: It's not often I agree with you, JR, but this is one of those times. Violet is a violent and dangerous woman on her BEST day, let alone under the influence!
JR Freeman: Absolutely right, Alf; Violet Holt is clearly NOT in a good headspace right now, and we have to assume that's bad news for Devon Ryder.
(With Violet having now reached the ring, she gets directly in Ryder's face, trash talking and shouting obscenities as she raises the belt high. Devon, to his credit, refuses to rise to the attempted provocation. He simply stands there smirking, answering her abuse with a calm shake of the head. The referee moves to interpose herself between the pair, forcing each back to their respective corners and snagging the belt from Violet, who begrudgingly surrenders it. The referee holds it high in the air and then calls for the bell. As soon as the bell sounds, the two competitors begin to circle the ring, sizing each other up. Violet is raring to go, and seems poised to make the first move…when Devon Ryder signals for a test of strength?! The Canadian Hero wears a smirk on his face, as is typical by now, but Holt just regards him with confusion which rapidly turns to anger. She takes a few steps forward and bats his hands away, firing punches into the larger man’s midsection and head with reckless abandon. Ryder tries to defend himself, but Holt is faster, and she backs him into the ropes with furious blows before leaping up and nailing a Kiss of Death Dropkick to send him to the outside! She then hits the ropes running and, as soon as Ryder stands up, nails him again with a Suicide Dive!)
JR Freeman: Wow, a BRUTAL combination from Violet Amelia Holt there! I’m not surprised at all to see her on the warpath tonight, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Neither am I, JR, and Devon Ryder’s going to have to get himself on her level if he’s got any hope of winning this thing. Politeness and maple syrup won’t be able to help him now!
JR Freeman: Maple syrup IS delicious, though!
Alfonso Banks: Oh yeah, on a big stack of pancakes or a nice waffle with some icing sugar? Fuhgeddaboudit!
JR Freeman: …Did you just unironically say “fuhgeddaboudit”?
Alfonso Banks: Ey, oh, pasta fazool, ah?!
JR Freeman: …Oh sweet merciful Christ it’s gonna be a long night.
(It is indeed, JR, and especially so for Devon Ryder as he begins being pummeled by Violet Amelia Holt on the outside. Holt has snatched a chair from under the ring, along with an assortment of various other weapons strewn about the area, and she’s currently driving it repeatedly into Devon Ryder’s back with intense fury. He writhes and winces with each blow, but does not cry out, and Violet eventually tires of this assault and moves to set up the chair near Ryder’s head, lifting him to his feet…and dropping him through it with a Purple Rainmaker! Violet covers…)
T-NO! RYDER’S UP!
JR Freeman: Nice kickout by Ryder! Violet’s clearly trying to end things early, but it doesn’t seem like it’s in the cards tonight.
Alfonso Banks: After everything Ryder said about breaking his spirit, I’d be a little disappointed if he DID go down so easily!
(Violet kicks the sand around the ring in frustration and goes back underneath, pulling out a table before kicking Ryder a couple of times in the head. She sets up the table at ringside, which is a little awkward on the bare sand, but manages to get it balanced well enough. Ryder begins to get to his feet now…and signals for a Test of Strength AGAIN! Violet looks at him bewildered, then her confusion turns to rage as she snatches up the steel chair from earlier and runs forward, swinging for the fences. Ryder manages to catch her wrists, though, and wrest the chair away from Violet. The crowd pops for the apparent turn of fortunes…until Devon TOSSES THE CHAIR AWAY, once more signaling for a Test of Strength!)
JR Freeman: My word, Devon Ryder apparently REALLY wants to make this an old-school professional wrestling match.
Alfonso Banks: Great, now he’s Canadian AND boring! I KNEW there was a reason I didn’t like this guy!
(The crowd seems about as pleased as Alf, peppering Ryder with boos for his refusal to use the weapon, and Violet Holt smirks, shaking her head as the pair circle each other on the sands, Ryder still motioning for the test of strength and egging Violet on. Holt just grins and shakes her head, hoofing Ryder as hard as she can between the legs and then hooking one of his arms as he doubles over. Violet raises one arm to rally the crowd as she lifts Ryder up and drops him into a Gut Check…which she holds onto and does AGAIN! Then again, then one final time for good measure! Ryder collapses to the ground, holding his midsection in pain, as Violet smirks and darts back into the ring briefly to break the referee’s count. She then returns to Devon Ryder and lifts him to his feet…but he begins to nail knees and elbows into her midsection, reversing the attempt into a crisp Vertical Suplex! The self-proclaimed Canadian Hero then makes his way towards Violet’s fallen body, hand clutching at his lower back from the chair assault earlier, and lifts her up to roll her into the ring. He slides in after her, clutching his back and then his stomach, and waits for Violet to stand before signaling for - you guessed it - a Test of Strength. Violet rubs her neck for a moment and then growls, finally shouting at him.)
Violet Amelia Holt: What the fuck are you doing, Ryder?!
Devon Ryder: WRESTLE me, Violet!
Violet Amelia Holt: NO!
(She runs forward and drops Devon with a Lou Thesz Press, laying into him with rights and lefts as she shrieks like a banshee with rage! Ryder tries to get his hands up to defend himself, to very little effect, but manages to scramble out from underneath Violet with the assistance of the bottom rope. As he lies on the apron to recover, Violet slides out on the other side to nab some more weapons from beneath, tossing a steel chair, some light tubes, a trash can - plus lid - an ACTUAL STOP SIGN, and a barbed wire baseball bat into the ring. Once her collection is complete, she slides back inside and grabs Ryder by the ankle, tugging him back towards the centre of the ring. He kicks at her and fights back to his feet, the pair trading blows back and forth with neither taking a clear advantage. It ends up in Ryder’s favour, though, as he feints a Roundhouse Kick and then kicks Violet’s leg out from under her, sending her face-first to the mat. As she sprawls, he grabs hold of her left ankle for an Ankle Lock! Violet screams and squirms away, crawling desperately towards the ropes, but Ryder drops to one knee, then to his back and grapevines the hold. Violet struggles more, kicking at Devon, but he manages to snag her other leg and cross it over the first, leaning forward to lock her in a Cross-Legged STF! Violet continues to writhe and struggle underneath him, and eventually manages to grab the stop sign from earlier and swing it wildly, colliding with Ryder’s head! Ryder breaks the hold and one hand immediately goes to his forehead, but Violet doesn’t stop swinging, favouring her injured ankle as she stands up to whale on him again!)
JR Freeman: And a sick shot by Violet Holt! Ryder’s refusal to use weaponry is really hindering him in this match, if he sticks to his guns I just don’t see how he can come back from this!
Alfonso Banks: See, JR? THIS is what those Canadians get for having ‘morals’ and ‘integrity’! Better to be callous and uncaring to each other, like US!
JR Freeman: …You realize MIKE HAWK is Canadian, yes?
Alfonso Banks: Well, that may be true, but what’s the REST of you?
(He guffaws at his own joke as JR facepalms.)
JR Freeman: I truly can’t believe you’re still employed here some days…
Alfonso Banks: Oh, come on! That isn’t even CLOSE to the worst thing I’ve ever said!
JR Freeman: Which is my point exactly, Alf!
(As the two announcers bicker, Violet Holt has continued to lay into Ryder with the stop sign! Every time she hits him, he pulls himself back up to a kneeling position, so Violet just smirks and hits him again…and once again, he pulls himself back up! This pattern repeats until the stop sign is bent fully in half, nearly 90 degrees, so Violet grabs the steel chair and hits Ryder with THAT! This time he goes down for real, giving the champion time to lay the trash can in the centre of the ring and shove the two light tubes inside of it. She lifts Devon Ryder’s fallen body and drags him towards her construction…then lifts and plants him with the Fifty Shades of Velvet! A cover…)
NO! RYDER’S SHOULDER IS UP!
JR Freeman: DIOS MIO! I thought for SURE that was it, Alf! The TENACITY of Devon Ryder!
Alfonso Banks: The AUDACITY, you mean! How DARE he not go down for that?!
(The crowd actually applauds this kickout, apparently getting behind Ryder’s indomitable willpower as well, but Violet Holt only reacts with more rage, snatching up the steel chair and violently bringing it down on his midsection and then his head! She sets up the chair on the mat and lifts Ryder once again, planting him with ANOTHER Fifty Shades of Velvet…)
TH-NO! Ryder kicks out AGAIN!
(The crowd actually ROARS at this one, which prompts a primal scream from Violet, who stomps out to ringside as Ryder recuperates. She digs under the ring for just a moment and returns with a jug of lighter fluid, which she then uses to douse the table she set up at ringside earlier! Violet steps back and looks at her handiwork, then shakes her head and retrieves ANOTHER table from beneath the ring, setting it up atop the first one! She then soaks THAT table in gasoline as well, and produces a match from inside her wrestling trunks. With a grin and a maniacal laugh, Violet lights both tables ablaze, watching the fire rise for a moment before she slides back into the ring, firing a few knees into Devon Ryder’s face, which now runs red with blood. She lifts the Canadian Hero to his feet and drags him towards one turnbuckle, carrying him up to the top rope…and leaps off to nail ANOTHER Fifty Shades of Velvet, from the top rope through BOTH flaming tables!)
JR Freeman: OH DIOS MIO! This has GOT to be it! Devon Ryder CAN’T come back from that, can he?!
Alfonso Banks: If he DOES, JR, he might just BE a superhero!
(Violet pants for a moment, having taken quite a fall from that herself, but she returns to her feet and rolls Ryder back into the ring, going for another cover, certain this one’s over.)
THRE-NO! DEVON RYDER KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Alfonso Banks: What the FUUUUCK?! HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JR, did you SEE that?!
JR Freeman: I did indeed, Alf! I’m just as amazed as you are, I can’t BELIEVE Ryder kicked out of that one!
(The crowd can’t seem to believe it either, positively EXPLODING for Ryder now, much to the chagrin of Violet Amelia Holt! She rises to her feet in a blind rage, getting IMMEDIATELY in the face of the referee and shouting at her “THAT WAS THREE! THAT HAD TO BE THREE, YOU DUMB BITCH!” but the referee stands firm that Ryder kicked out at 2.9. As the pair continue to argue, Devon Ryder has begun to stir, and he reaches up to grab the bottom rope with both hands. He slowly, labouriously, pulls himself to a seated position, panting heavily, his hair matted to his forehead with blood as it pours down his face and onto his bare chest. Desiree has stood up on the outside now, and she makes her way to ringside to take hold of devon’s hand. The microphones at ringside can pick up her singing to him…)
Desiree de La Roche: Shoot me down…I won’t fall…
Crowd: I AM TITAAA-NIIII-UM!
(The crowd then pick up the chant, continuing the chorus on loop, which only grows to a crescendo as Ryder - inspired both by their words and the love of his life - pulls himself back to a vertical base. The audience is firmly behind him now as Violet Amelia Holt whirls around to face her challenger. Devon Ryder smirks at her and signals, ONCE AGAIN…for a simple Test of Strength.)
Devon Ryder: W-wrestle…me…Violet…
Violet Holt: FUCK YOU!
(With that emphatic expression, Violet comes sprinting forward to hit the Parkway Collision…but Ryder moves to the side, sending her shoulder-first into the ring post! Violet hits the mat like a sack of bricks as Devon moves in to lift her to a standing/leaning position in the corner, beginning to kick her in the chest as the crowd counts along.)
(Ryder falters for just a moment, here, his injuries taking their toll, which allows Violet to grab him and switch places with him, firing her OWN kicks into Ryder’s chest looking for the Ten Bell salute.)
(Ryder grabs at Violet’s hair and headbutts her viciously, then throws her back into the corner and resumes his attack.)
(He takes a few steps back, and the crowd chants “OooooooOOOOOOH…” in anticipation…)
JR Freeman: Ten Provinces! Ten Provinces! And it sounds like the fans are on Ryder’s side now!
Alfonso Banks: Can you blame them, JR? After everything we’ve seen him go through and still come back, I think EVERYONE is on his side tonight!
JR Freeman: That was…surprisingly kind and wholesome, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, well…don’t get used to it…
(And it seems those were exactly the magic words Devon Ryder needed, although there was no way for him to have heard them, as he seems to find a second wind after completing his ten kicks, pulling Violet out of the corner to follow it up with three consecutive German Suplexes known as the Three Territories!)
JR Freeman: Ten Provinces, Three Territories…seems like we’re getting a full-blown tour of Canada tonight!
(Ryder continues to press his advantage, rolling through the final German Suplex and moving his arms into Full Nelson position for a Snap Freeze! As Violet hits the mat, he takes hold of her legs again - weakened by his earlier submission attempt - and locks them in the Maple Leaf! Violet struggles, crying out and reaching for the ropes…)
JR Freeman: Maple Leaf! The Maple Leaf is locked in! I don’t know if Violet can come back from this!
Alfonso Banks: Ryder’s been targeting the legs all night, this just might do it!
(It seems they spoke too soon, though, as Violet manages to struggle her way to the ropes. Ryder grants a clean break, then steps away and allows the champion to return to her feet. As she does, he signals one final time for a Test of Strength…and Violet accepts! The pair grapple in the centre of the ring, with Violet Holt fighting valiantly, but Devon Ryder uses his weight advantage AND superior grappling to get the upper hand, forcing her to her back…before firing one stiff knee into Violet’s midsection. As she doubles over, he lifts her onto his shoulders…and hits the TRUE NORTH! Ryder covers…)
THREE! IT’S OVER!
JR Freeman: TRUE NORTH! TRUE NORTH! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t…buh…he didn’t…WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
JR Freeman: Good, old-fashioned professional wrasslin’, Alf. Some of the best I’ve ever seen!
Alfonso Banks: I don’t want WRESTLING, JR, I want BLOODSPORT! How can I feel powerful in my mundane life if these two people don’t kill each other for my own entertainment!
JR Freeman: …You’re a deeply disturbed individual, Alf, and I truly hope you get the help you need.
(In the ring, the sounds of Guns N’ Roses “Civil War” have started up again, and Desiree De La Roche rushes into the ring as Devon returns, panting, to his feet. He takes the belt from the referee, thanks her, then raises it high with one hand as he embraces his girlfriend with the other.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner AND NEW PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion…”UNBREAKABLE” DEVON RYYYYYYYYDEEEEER!
(Devon holds the title up once again as the crowd actually give the arrogant son of a bitch a sizable pop, clearly respectful of everything he’s endured tonight, and he and Desiree share a kiss in the middle of the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, gross! GET A ROOM, YOU TWO!
JR Freeman: After a performance like THAT, Alf, I’m very confident they will. But hopefully Ryder showers first.
Alfonso Banks: …I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
JR Freeman: Right, well, it was a hard-fought battle, but in the end, Violet just couldn’t do enough to keep Devon Ryder down tonight! He’s truly lived up to his new “Unbreakable” moniker, and I’m excited to see where this goes from here! Never let it be said that Destiny is predictable, folks, that’s two title changes so far in just as many nights! Stay tuned, we’ve still got plenty more action to come!
WINNER & NEW COLLATERAL DAMAGE CHAMPION = DEVON RYDER[/color][/b]
(Scene opens up backstages as we standby with Tayna Reihl standing in front of the Destiny Logo.)
Tayna Reihl: So last night, night 1 of Destiny there were a lot of wild moments and unfortunately there were some injuries to a few of our stars. So joining me right now, the PWS: Apex Riot General Manager, Laura Phoenix.
(Laura steps into the shot, looking a little tired and with a small smile on her face.)
Laura Phoenix: Hey Tayna.
Tayna Reihl: Laura thanks for taking time out of your schedule to address things.
Laura Phoenix: Yeah, in regards to night one as you know few of our stars went all out and some went even above and beyond. Much like in the cage of the Three Stages of Hell match, which I am happy to report that both Sanders and Hawk will be alright and it’ll be a couple of weeks for them to be ready to return.
Tayna Reihl: That’s at least something but unfortunately not so much on what happened with Kallie and Bella.
Laura Phoenix: That is definitely a situation that is going to have to be addressed following Destiny. Heather Haze is lucky that she finds herself in a high profile match tonight because of her actions last night against Kallie Reznik and us not having a choice but to turn the triple threat United Match into a one on one match. We heard from Kallie and Aiden today, and she does have a pretty severe concussion and we’re not sure how long she will be out.
Tayna Reihl: And now we come to the reason why you, no offense, look so exhausted.
Laura Phoenix: Yeah, following that tag team title match last night, I’m sure you could tell Bella got her bell run pretty hard. She was helped to the back and seemed like at first she was just beaten up pretty good but as she was making her way to the locker room with assistance and suddenly it was very obvious that something was really really wrong. I won’t go into details as of right now cause it’s her thing but she was taken to the hospital, she was kept overnight for observation and all I can tell you right now is that she is going to be out for quite some time. I have informed both women’s respective partners to take care of their ladies, get them home when possible. Once we hear updates we’ll let the fans know.
Tayna Reihl: Well, Laura, we'll let you get back to work. And hopefully we’ll hear good news soon regarding them both.
Laura Phoenix: Thanks Tayna.
(Laura smiles sadly before turning and walking away and Tayna looks at the camera)
Tayna Reihl: JR, Alf back to you.
Jack Russow vs. Miles ‘Milo’ Kasey[/color]
(The lights kick out in the arena as a scream fades from soft to loud…)
"KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH, AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!!!"
(A sheet of sparks showers from the rafters and "All I Want" by A Day To Remember's chorus blares as a young man walks through and kneels whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist. Then he grabs his hood and flips it up screaming in excitement for the fans who are sending him nothing but love and energy...the second coming of The Russows...young Jack Russow has taken the stage. Without wasting time he makes a beeline for the ring, slides under the rope, runs towards the opposite rope, handspring flips then corkscrews in midair landing on both knees with his arms outstretched smirking into the camera.)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 205 pounds from Brooklyn New York….JACK RUSSSSOW
(“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat. He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand springboarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!)
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 6’1 from Manchester in the United Kingdom…MILES MILLLO KASEY
JR Freeman: This should be interesting, these two know each other well…
Alfonso Banks: Too well, these guys will have to pull something special out of the box to fool the other.
JR Freeman: Professional Wrestling is a chess match, and if you play the same person over and over you get to know their moves…and if you study you can pick it up faster.,..I have a feeling these two have studied each other alot…
(The bell rings as Miles and Jack stare each other down from across the ringl, thye fans torn over which young, good looking, athletic guy to cheer for. Before they even touch there is a dueling “Lets go MI-LO” “Come on Jack” chant. Miles laughs and Jack nods and smirks. They come to the center of the ring and Miles holds out his hand, Jack takes it and there is a small handshake before they both move back and measure their opponent up, they step foreward into a collar and elbow, Jack moving to the side and locking in a top wristlock, he bends Miles arm to the side, Miles drops to one knee before rolling forward and spinning over his shoulder and kipping up reversing the pressure and spinning Jack into a hammerlock, Jack hooks his leg and drops forward into a drop toe hold forcing Miles to let go of the hammerlock and as they hit the mat Jack rolls over Miles into a side headlock, Miles though slips out of it right away and takes the backdoor to pop back up to his feet leaving Jack on the ground looking down at his arm where Milos head was.)
JR Freeman: Jack seems confuzzled…
Alfonso Banks: Miles was there, now he isn’t…
JR Freeman: Time to get up and get back to work Jackie Boy…
Alfonso Banks: Did you just….do a captain teague from Pirates of the caribbean?
JR Freeman: No……hashtagjusticeforjohnnydepp
(Jack and Miles are up again, Jack put his hands up and offers a greco roman knuckle lock, Miles takes Jacks right hand in his left and the same with his right hand and Jacks left, they step forward and Miles tripes Jack over, Miles holds Jacks hands down and the referee jumps down right away.
Jack gets his right shoulder up. Miles slams it down.
Jack gets his left shoulder up, Miles slams it down and then to keep Jack down Miles does a handstand placing all his weight on Jack’s hands.
Jack pulls Miles down placing his feet on Miles hips before flipping him up and over carrying himself up so now he’s the one on top of Miles, but Miles bridges up and out of any possible pin, so Jack tries to do a handstand like Miles but Miles kicks Jack forward, Jack ends up on his feet pulling Miles up who jumps and spins into a wheelbarrow before being picked up by Jack, Miles goes for a bulldog, Jack throws Miles off and Miles lands on his feet before spinning around coming face to face with Jack as the crowd shows their appreciation with this stand off.)
Alfonso Banks: Damn this is competitive…
JR Freeman: You are seeing two of the best young athletes in wrestling, not just PWS Apex but WRESTLING and ladies and gentlemen THIS is wrestling.
(Jack and Miles nod at one another and move around the ring getting reset, Miles steps in and Jack right away goes for a kick to Miles midsection, Miles doubles over and Jack hits a knee lift standing Miles back up, he then uses the momentum to spin and slam in a spinning back elbow, Miles hits the mat and pops back up, Jack grabs Miles and fires in some hard Muay thai style knees in a clinch, Miles tries to escape but with Jack having the two inch height advantage it’s hard for Miles to get away, he stands up straight and backs into the ropes, so Jack grabs Miles and whips him across the ring, Miles hgits the ropes and Jack goes for a lariat, Miles ducks, jumps and plants his hands on the mat handpringing back off the ropes and then going for a backflip, Jack runs under Miles and as Miles lands Jack blasts him with a superkick, Miles stands up straight and then collapses back, Jack dives on Miles,
Miles kicks out!)
JR Freeman: That was so close!
Alfonso Banks: Jack had the flip scouted and Miles font blasted with that superkick
JR Freeman: But Miles showed some amazing heart being able to kick out of that, the kick was flush on his jaw.
(Jack pulls Miles up to his feet and sets him up in a pumphandle, he lifts Miles and goes for the cutter, Miles lands on his feet out of it and then hits a snap headbutt connecting with Jack on the jaw with a sickening thud, Jacks eyes go crossed and he stumbles back into a sitting position as Miles turns, hits the ropes and comes flying full speed throwing himself forward into a meteora. He flattens Jack and pops to his feet before keeping on the attack calling for the Blast from the past, Jack starts to try and get up, Miles runs forward and throws himself onto the ropes flipping back going for the cutter, Jack though jumps up as Miles flies back and hits Miles in the back of the head with the smells like knee spirit!. Both men hit the ground hard and aren’t moving as the crowd starts a certain chant.)
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT HO-LY SHIT HO-LY SHIT
Alfonso Banks: Are…are they dead?
JR Freeman: Miles might be
Alfonso Banks: That headbut from Miles was disgusting but that knee from Jack was a huge answer…
JR Freeman: These two might have to go through a head injury assessment after this..
(Jack is the first to move, grabbing the ropes and pulling himself up, Miles rolls and gets away from Jack, falling from the ring to the floor. Jack shakes his head looking over at Miles and slides from the ring, Miles gets up and as Jack comes in Miles hits him with a stiff forearm, Jack replies and the two start trading hard shots outside the ring as the referee begins a count.
Jack hits Miles in the stomach and tries to slam his face into the apron, Miles blocks it and hits a reverse elbow.
Jack stumbles back and then turns hitting Miles with a stiff right, Miles replies in kind.
Both men hear the count and jump sliding under the bottom rope in time on their stomachs, they slowly look over at one another in the ring and Miles throws a punch, Jack hits him back and the two start throwing straight rights and lefts and they get up to their feet, the crowd roaring at this wrestling match that has turned into a straight up fist fight Bo0th men hit right hands at the same time, stumbling and hurting the other, Milles comes too and kicks Jack in the stomach lifting him up for the Hail to the queen, Jack slides down beh9ind Miles, he shoves him forward toward the ropes, Miles jumps, springboards off the top rope and flies back hitting the Blast from the past!. Jack is down!
WINNER = MILES “MILO” KASEY[/color][/b]
(As the fans eagerly await the next match, not daring to take a seat yet, not even the edge of it, their excitement is utterly dashed when “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling cranks up. They know for whom the song heralds and before the reviled woman can step into view, the jeers are thrown aplenty. Then, the anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will emerges clad in an absolutely gorgeous but conservaitve white Sherbrooke pants suit.)
(She’s flanked by her massive bodyguard, Smith, and her manager, Norris. The trio begin a fast trek to the ring, not one, especially Sonya, seemingly wants to be here.)
JR Freeman: Jesus God no! No! Tell me this isn’t so! Not her! Anyone but her!
Alfonso Banks: I.. I am .. I’m at a loss. What is our management thinking? This woman used her money, power, and political influence to shut down promotions and put thousands of wrestlers out of a job and crushed their dreams!
JR Freeman: And then when it came time for her to reap what she sowed inside the wrestling ring, she used cunning and every backhanded tactic in the book and even a few news ones to get wins and to weasel out of some of her contracts elsewhere.
Alfonso Banks: Let’s not forget how she desecrated the XWF Hall of Fame building and how she led an insurrection at Project Honor’s HQ. Not to mention she once stole a little boy’s prosthetic leg and tried to hold it as ransom for a win against her opponent.
(As the trio enter the ring, Smith and Norris produce the umbrellas and begin shielding Sonya from the incoming food, drinks, and trash being hurled at her. She tries to speak into the mic but has to wait quite a bit for the heat to die down.)
Sonya Benson: If you squalid fart mouths will shut up for a moment, I’ll be out of your hair. I don’t want to be here but I felt it necessary to show up in person and announce a very simple thing. I am offering 500,000 dollars for a tag team partner, because my cruel old daddy has landed me here in this goat rodeo called APEX. I have 18 more wins to go and I’ll be released from this punishment, but the pace isn’t going fast enough, and I am not a wrestler. The requirement to meet this partnership is as simple as your collective mindset - you must be able to fight 2vs1 and win, because I will not be tagging in. I will pay you richly. I will pay you extra incentive pay for each win. That’s it. It’s that simple. So simple that every one of you clay brained meatballs in the back can understand. I’ll be waiting backstage in my suite for any interested parties to come see me and discuss this further. The fact that I bravely came here in person should show you how serious I am about this.
(She lowers the mic and the crowd lets her have it. Sonya gives it to them right back with the nastiest bitch face they’ve seen yet.)
Sonya Benson: Oh and I am also offering 200,000 dollars for special contractors work. I’ll keep that on the hush hush of course, but if interested come and see me in the back or reach out to me by a plethora of other means. Now, as for you Hawaii and APEX, may all the bad things that can happen to someone happen to all of you. May all of you die before the sun comes up and may you rot in hell.
(With that, the ridiculously pretty blonde exits the ring with her entourage in tow and they make a hasty trek up the ramp and disappear behind the curtain.)
Daniel Russow vs. Heather Haze/b][/color]
Meg Reynolds: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
(The lights in the arena go out, before we hear the opening to "Centuries" scream in, as the lights on the stage shine bright. Daniel Russow slowly makes his way out onto the stage.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from New York, New York, Daniel Russow!
(Russow makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up and waits for his opponent.)
Alfonso Banks: Dan looks pretty focused. There’s no comedy to hide behind here tonight. Or cuteness with his daughter. Just him and Heather…
JR Freeman: Heather has been angering him for months now… actually the better part of a year. But things have changed a lot since then.
Meg Reynolds: And his opponent…from San Fernando Valley, California, Heather Haze!
(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. As soon as he saw her, Dan’s expression changed to a snarl.)
Alfonso Banks: See? No love lost here.
JR Freeman: I think the only reason he hasn’t killed Heather before tonight is because of Audrey and Alexis.
Alfonso Banks: No argument there.
(She then sprints the last few feet and baseball slides into the ring, coming up into a quick predatory crouch, her eyes locked on the fans. She then arches her back as she pushes her ample breasts outward and throws her head back in an orgasmic fashion, making the men in the audience shout with cat calls and whistles as the music fades. She stands across the ring from Dan and the tension could be cut with a knife…)
Alfonso Banks: I can feel the intense hatred.
(The referee checks both competitors for weapons before calling for the bell.)
DING DING DING
(Dan and Haze square up in the middle of the ring. Haze can be seen saying something towards Dan that the mic doesn't pick up, but whatever it was made him MAD. Dan grabs her by the arm and whips her into the ropes. She comes rebounding and he goes for a clothesline but she ducks. She rebounds off the other ropes and he catches her this time with a hard clothesline. Once she is on the ground, he drops to the mat and puts her in a crossface, wrenching it as hard as he can! The referee asks Haze if she wants to submit, she refuses.)
Alfonso Banks: Starting out strong! Heather needs to break that hold before he does too much damage!
JR Freeman: That is a devastating hold… and even the toughest person would have no choice but to tap out at some point.
(Haze goes reaching for the ropes, and is a mere fingertip away. The referee asks if she wants to submit again and she once more refuses. Getting desperate, Haze opens her mouth promptly bites down on Dan’s hand! This causes him to break the hold.)
JR Freeman: That’s one hell of a way to get out of a submission hold!
(Dan, irritated, begins to stomp on the back of Haze, doing as much damage as he can with each stomp. He reaches down and grabs her by her hair, but she rakes at his eyes, causing him to stumble backwards. She gets to her feet and rushes him, tackling him to the ground. As she sat straddled across his torso, she was delivering a flurry of lefts and rights! He used his power to push her up off of him. He jumps up to his feet and grabs her, suplexing her to the mat! She lands face down.)
JR Freeman: Uh oh… this might not end well for Heather!
Alfonso Banks: Some one’s gonna die. Just saying!
(Dan stands over the downed Haze, fuming with anger at her. He waits for a few seconds as she starts to get up, and once her face is about 6 inches off the mat, he stomps down hard with a Fall Out- curb stomp- sending her face back to the mat. He drops down for a pin.)
1…2…3!? NO KICKOUT!
(Heather gets her shoulder up just before the 3 count. This angers Dan as he lifts her up by her hair and puts her head under his arm, slamming her to the mat with a DDT. He goes for another pin.)
(Once more, Haze kicks out at 2.)
Alfonso Banks: Haze has more gas left in her tank!
JR Freeman: For now at least…
(Dan gets to his feet as Heather slides out of the ring. The referee warns her to get back in the ring.)
(Dan glares at her, and walks towards the ropes telling her not to be a bitch and take the easy way out. This angers her.)
(As soon as he is within reach, she swiftly reaches up and grabs his feet, trying to trip him up. He is able to overcome it, as he grabs the top ropes. She takes advantage and jumps up, grabbing his head and drops, dropping his throat across the top rope hangman style. He bounces back and grabs his throat, gasping for air. She slides in and rushes up from behind, dropping him to the mat with a bulldog! She goes for a pin!)
(After getting a 2 count, Haze looks angry as she argues with the referee, who reiterates that it was not a 3 count. She is arguing with him when Dan grabs her by her foot, causing her to stumble forward into the referee. This causes him to fall to the mat. Dan gets up to his feet and smirks a little at Heather before grabbing her hair. She wastes no time lifting her knee and PROMPTLY kneeing him in the uh… the Russow Family Jewels… if you catch my drift. Dan falls to the mat, holding himself and in pain, as Haze slithers outside the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: I hope Audrey isn’t expecting a victory celebration if she beats Sierra… I think Dan is out of commission.
JR Freeman: There’s just… no call for that!
(Haze smirks as she bends over, purposely with her rear end towards the camera, to check under the ring. She pulls out a kendo stick and holds it seductively before sliding in the ring with it. She checks to make sure the referee is still down before she takes it to Dan! She hits him on the back once! Twice! THREE TIMES!!! She pauses a moment to smirk and laugh at Dan. During this point, Dan gets to his feet. She swings it again, only this time he catches the kendo stick and rips it out of her hands.)
Dan: MY TURN, BITCH!!!
(He winds up with it held firmly in both hands, she takes a step backwards and falls to the mat, using her hands to cover her face. Dan pauses and lowers the kendo stick, looking at Haze. He then throws it out of the ring as the referee is stirring.)
JR Freeman: What the hell?
Alfonso Banks: Why didn’t he swing!!!
(Haze moves her hands and sees what is going on and scrambles behind the referee, pleading with him to DQ dan. As the ref didn’t see anything illegal happen, he refuses. Haze looks frustrated that her plan didn’t work, stomping her feet a bit.)
Alfonso Banks: Nice try by Haze…
(Haze whips Dan into the corner, where he hits back first onto the turnbuckle. He lets out a bit of a scream from the impact. She runs to the other side of the ring before sizing up Dan. She runs at him and turns last second, ramming the force of her ass right into his gut. The impact causes him to drop down to where he was sitting on the mat with his arms on the bottom ropes. Haze grinsas she grabs his arms and tries to wrap them up in the ropes a bit. She then stands in front of him, turns around so her back is to him, and shakes her ass.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh…
JR Freeman: PUCKER UP!
Alfonso Banks: Uh… no thank you. I don’t like you like that.
JR Freeman: Shut. Up.
(Haze then backs up and proceeds to rub her ass back and forth across Dan’s face. What you can see of his face… he is horrified. He gets his arms free and pushes her away, gagging. She falls forward and when she looks back and sees that he is legit gagging, she points and laughs.)
JR Freeman: That’s chemical warfare right there!
Alfonso Banks: Well… now both he and his wife can say they have gotten a face full of Heather’s ass?
JR Freeman: I hate you sometimes.
(Heather uses this as the perfect time to crouch down and stalk, waiting. Dan gets to his feet, holding the top rope with his back to Haze, trying to compose himself. He turns around just in time to get caught by a Jailbait (RKO) from Haze. She drops to the mat and goes for a pinfall.)
(Just before the 3 count, Haze puts her feet on the ropes for extra leverage, unseen by the referee.)
DING DING DING
Meg Reynolds: AND YOUR WINNER… HEATHER HAZE!!!
(Haze slinks out of the ring with a smirk on her face.)
JR Freeman: She cheated! She used the ropes!
Alfonso Banks: You know what they say… it’s only cheating if you get caught!
WINNER= HEATHER HAZE[/color][/b]
(Cameras cut to the back, in Star's office to be specific. She was sitting behind her deck as her staff was gathered around, including Josiah Cena and Laura Phoenix. )
Star Stormz: So… thank you for taking a few minutes to meet with me and touch base. Destiny has been amazing so far, I am so proud of everything we have done. But, the elephant in the room… Ambika's replacement… David has been making calls and doing some interviews. There's a few front runners, and we should have a decision by next Riot.
Laura Phoenix: Wait, you mean we don’t even get a say in who it is?
Josiah Cena: Yeah..that…I don’t know about that.
Star Stormz: I understand how that could be concerning to you, and I’m not all that thrilled about it being in the dark too, but…at the end of the day, it is David’s decision, and I’m only doing as I’ve been asked. I have much less say in this than you may think…
Josiah Cena: You know him the best out of us…can we trust him to make the right decision?
Star Stormz: I think we can trust him to make the best decision he can for the company. He truly has our best interest at heart, and won't make a decision in haste that would do the company harm.
Josiah Cena: I guess we’ll see.
Laura Phoenix: I don’t trust it…
Josiah Cena: Looks like we don’t have a choice. Let’s just see how it plays out. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Laura Phoenix: Fine.
(We cut away, back to ringside, as Alf and JR talk amongst themselves.)
JR Freeman: So, new president coming on Riot. Who do you think it’s gonna be?
Alfonso Banks: What if Levi comes back? That would be…
JR Freeman: Unlikely, but who knows? I guess we’ll have to wait and find out. But now…oh now it’s time for the big one. Get ready, folks, cause up next is the Last Woman Standing match to determine the PWS: APEX World Champion!
PWS: APEX World Championship
Last Woman Standing Match
Sierra Williams © vs. Audrey Russow[/color]
(The cameras cut to ringside, where Meg Reynolds is standing by.)
Meg Reynolds: It is now time for our main event of the evening!
(The crowd cheers.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a Last Woman Standing match, and is for the PWS: APEX World Championship!
(The fans roar with cheers again. The lights go out, before the soft vocals of Addie Nicole Amick from Halocene can be heard.)
“Take a chance on me.
United we will be.
You gave me a reason to fight once again.
We stand together. We’ll stand to the end.
Through all the pain, I know this is worth daying for……
(Before the song continues, pyro shoots up from the ring posts, going up the ramp, and culminating in a huge pyro display on the stage, before the drums to the song come in, and “This is Our War” by Halocene starts to blare over the sound system, and Audrey Russow walks out, donning her Russow sleeveless hoodie, skull face mask, and new, apocalyptic style gear, with flames on each leg.)
JR Freeman: Holy new song!
Alfonso Banks: I guess to go along with the new mentality?
JR Freeman: I guess it fits. She looks ready for war here tonight.
(Audrey slides into the ring, looking out at the crowd, as her music fades. She takes off her hoodie and skull face mask, getting ready for the match. The lights go out again, as the opening organ to “Go to Sleep” by Enimum echoes over the sound system, before Eminem’s vocals come in.)
“I ain’t gonna eat, I ain’t gonna sleep.
Ain’t gonna breathe till I see, what I wanna see.
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you being hurt, this ain’t gonna work.
For me, it just wouldn’t be sufficient enough
Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe. I don’t ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain’t gonna be, no reasoning, speakin with me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles.
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You’re gonna agree to meet with me, in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you’re gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you’ve never seen.”
(The music cuts in, as Sierra Williams walks out onto the stage. She’s got a focused look on her face, as she doesn’t take her eyes off Audrey as she makes her way down the ramp.)
JR Freeman: You can really feel that this has a big fight feel to it. Yes, we have seen the two of these women mix it up in the past, but never in a one-on-one situation. Audrey has been on a roll as of late, gaining a lot of momentum, but at the same time, who can stop Sierra Williams? She has been the dominant world champion for over a year. She has stepped up and knocked down to every single challenger that has been put in her path. It is going to take everything Audrey has to overcome the champion.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but Audrey has the mentality now that I think she needs if she wants to stand a chance. If this were a year ago, I’d say Audrey wouldn’t stand a chance. She didn’t have the confidence she needed. But, after everything she’s gone through this past year, she has it now. This is going to be one hell of a war, and I can’t wait for it!
(Sierra gets in the ring, as the two square off, as Meg Reynolds gets ready for the introductions.)
Meg Reyhnolds: Introducing the competitors, firstly, the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…Audrey Russow!
(The fans cheer, as Audrey gives a wave.)
Meg Reynolds: And her opponent, the PWS: APEX World Champion…from Calgary, Alberta Canada….Sierra Williams!
(The fans cheer again, as Sierra holds the world title up in the air with one arm, before handing it to the referee. The ref shows it to Audrey, before hoding it in the air. Meg Reynolds gets out of the ring, as the ref hands the belt off to a ring crew member, and calls for the bell to start the match, as the crowd roars with anticipation.)
JR Freeman: Here we go!
(The two start the match pacing around the ring, sizing each other up, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Sierra manages to back Audrey into the corner, before backing off at the request of the referee. She delivers a knee to the gut, that causes Audrey to double over, before Sierra hits her with a running bulldog. Sierra gets to her feet, and Audrey makes it to her’s shortly after a two count.)
JR Freeman: The thing about this Last Woman Standing match is they don’t have to worry about going for pinfalls, just make sure your opponent can’t answer the ten count, and you’re golden.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, as if it’s just that simple.
JR Freeman: Well, no. I know it’s not that simple.
(The two are back up to their feet, and Sierra charges at Audrey, clotheslining her over the top rope, as the momentum carries both women over the rope, as they crash down to the floor. The two get to their feet, as Audrey lays into Sierra with a huge right hand that knocks her down. Audrey almost looks frantic, as her mind is racing with ideas. She rips off the front lip of the announce table, causing JR and Alf to immediately stand up.)
JR Freeman: Yup, that’s our cue to get up.
Alfonso Banks: Don’t have to tell me twice!
(Audrey gets Sierra up onto the announce table, and gets up on the table with her. She delivers a few more elbows, making sure Sierra is prone, as she gets her into position, and goes to powerbomb her through the table, but Sierra manages to block it, and lifts Audrey up over her, causing Audrey to crash down on the table, but the table doesn’t break.)
JR Freeman: Ouch!
Alfonso Banks: That hurtt!
(Through the mics, we can hear Audrey yell at Alf.)
Audrey Russow: YA THINK!?
Alfonso Banks: Sorry! You can do this! Go get ‘em!
Sierra Williams: Th’fuck?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know! I panicked! You’re both pretty!
(Both Sierra and Audrey look at Alf, before turning their attention back to each other. Sierra gets Audrey back to her feet, and keeps beating on her with elbow shots and right hands, as now she gets Audrey back on the table.)
JR Freeman: They are bound and determined to have someone go through this announce table!
Alfonso Banks: I’m not saying anything this time!
(Sierra gets back up on the table, and gets Audrey up, but Audrey fights back, gets Sierra up, and slams her down through the table with a sit-out side slam!)
JR Freeman: Wrong side of Heaven! Haven’t seen that one in a while!
Alfonso Banks: That’s the second announce table in two nights…why can’t we have nice things?
(Audrey gets back to her feet, as she looks down at Sierra on the crashed table.)
(Sierra starts stirring.)
(Sierra makes it to her feet, and moves her hands, as if to say, bring it bitch, to Audrey. The two come back together, exchanging right hand shots, as Sierra drives Audrey back first into the barricade at the side of the ring. She backs up, and drives her shoulder into Audrey again, and again, until Audrey drops to the floor. Audrey rolls around in pain, as the ref starts the ten count.)
(Audrey starts making it to her feet, as Sierra waits for her, forcing her to use her energy to get herself up.)
(Audrey makes it to her feet, and Sierra immediately goes back on the attack. She hits Audrey with right hand shots and elbows, as the two slowly start to fight up the ramp. They make it to the top of the ramp, as the two fight it out on the stage.)
JR Freeman: I…not sure what the end goal is here.
Alfonso Banks: To win, duh, JR.
JR Freeman: Yes, but a lot can go wrong out there.
(Sierra bounces Audrey’s head off the panel below the smarkstron, and goes for a ddt on the stage, but Audrey spins out of it, and in one swift motion, hits Sierra with the Evil Angel DDT!)
JR Freeman: Evil Angel! Could that be it?
(Audrey gets to her feet, as Sierra is laid out on the stage, as the ref starts to count.)
(Sierra starts to stir, rolling onto her stomach, so she can use her hands to help herself up to her feet.)
(Before Sierra can get to her feet, Audrey charges, and delivers a devastating Fall Out Curb Stomp onto the stage! The crowd roars, as the ref starts counting again.)
(Sierra starts to stir.)
(Sierra gets to her feet JUST before the ten count, In the mean time, Audrey has looked around, and made her way over to where the scaffolding goes up that’s holding the smarkstron.)
JR Freeman: What’s she thinking here?
Alfonso Banks: Nothing good, I’m sure!
(Audrey starts climbing up the scaffolding, as Sierra gets to her feet, and starts climbing up after her. You can feel the tension building, as the two climb higher and higher, even above the smarkstron to the scaffolding above it.)
Alfonso Banks; No no…now, get down from there…this can’t end well.
JR Freeman: Yeah, I’m nervous. Someone could get seriously hurt up there.
Alfonso Banks: It’s not up there, it’s the fall down!
(The fans watch on with baited breath, as Audrey and Sierra fight high above the crowd, in the scaffolding above the smarkstron. Both are completely exhausted, as it shows with each labored strike they make on each other.)
JR Freeman: Please, please get down from there! I have a really bad feeling about this!
Alfonso Banks: I do too…this is making me so nervous! I hate heights!
(With each shot, you can feel the tension building, as by now, the fans are just pleading with both women to come down, afraid of what might happen if something were to go wrong. And then….it happens. Sierra finally has enough of the weak strikes, and basically just goes to tackle Audrey, but they fall over the side of the scaffolding, and we watch, as both women fall down in front of the smarkstron, landing in a huge crash on the stage.)
JR Freeman: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!
Alfonso Banks: NO NO NO NO NO NO!
(The impact brings a huge mishap explosion of pyrotechnics all around the two, as sparks and fireworks go flying.)
JR Freeman: Jesus fucking christ!
Alfonso Banks: GET SOME HELP OUT HERE! NOW!
(The ref is beside himself, panicking, as medical personnel rush the scene, trying to carefully make their way through the wreckage. A silence falls over the crowd, as emts come out to check on both women. We see Lachlan Kane run out to get to Sierra, as Daniel Russow runs out to his wife, Audrey, both absolutely screaming at the emts to help them.)
JR Freeman: Folks, I…don’t know what to tell you. This was supposed to be our highlight of the year.
(The camera quickly cuts to a shot of JR and Alf, cutting away from the scene.)
Alfonso Banks: As you know, our business is a very dangerous one, and accidents do unfortunately happen. Our thoughts and prayers go out immediately to the two women who have just given it their all for the past thirty minutes or so for you all. I’m watching now and I just…that absolutely scared me to death. I just hope they’re both okay.
JR Freeman: I think it goes without saying, but the match has been called, as neither competitor would be able to answer a ten count. As we sepak, it looks like they’re both getting ready to be put on stretchers.
(We cut back to the scene, where indeed, both women have been stabilized and put in neck braces. As both women are starting to be wheeled off, we get a small moment, as Dan and Lach lock eyes, giving slight nods to each other, as they follow their wives behind the curtains. An encouraging sight though, as both women manage to give a thumbs up from their stretchers, before they disappear behind the curtains.)
Alfonso Banks: Where the hell do we go after that? I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen. This show was supposed to end with a massive celebration for the winner, not like this.
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, all we can ask is you stay tuned to pwsapex dot com for any updates we can get on the conditions of Audrey Russow and Sierra Williams. The last thing I want to do is leave a pay-per-view like this, but unfortunately we are completely out of time. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the show, and tune in to Riot, where we hope to have all the fall out and updates from tonight. Stay safe, and have a good night everyone.
(The PWS APEX logo flashes across the screen, before the show goes off the air.)
WINNER= MATCH CALLED DUE TO NEITHER COMPETITOR BEING ABLE TO CONTINUE[/color][/b]
© PWS: APEX 2022, All Rights Reserved.
(Suddenly, without warning, the camera cuts to the sparkling ocean. Soon, The Squid-Man steps out of the ocean, carrying a whole bunch of soaked clothes. They appear to be ring gear, sunglasses, fur things, and all belonging to Richard Rider. He walks onto the beach, to find Rider talking up a lifeguard.)
Richard Rider: So, you come here often?
Lifeguard: Sir, I work here.
Richard Rider: Nice. I bet you get all kinds of compliments, being in a bikini all day.
(As he’s talking to this girl, Squid-Man approaches.)
Richard Rider: Y’know, I was in a movie last year.
Lifeguard: Oh, really?
Richard Rider: Well okay, not LAST year last year, more like 6 or 7 years ago, but y’know, I’d consider that close enough.
(Suddenly, he gets all of his wet, sandy clothes dumped all over him. He stops, his newly-wet hair dripping onto the sand below as he looks at the Squid-Man, who waves at him.)
The Squid-Man: I am a squid.
(Rider looks at Squiddy and clenches his fists. The lifeguard looks at him, confused.)
Lifeguard: Uhh… what is going on?
Richard Rider: I’m gonna kill that squid!
Lifeguard: That just raises more questions!
(Squid-Man runs, while Rider chases after him, occasionally falling down into the sand, which sticks to him because he’s also wet.)
Richard Rider: Get back here, you calamari piece of-
(This comedy of errors continues, the camera zooming out, until finally, on that last note, the camera fades to black.)