Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jul 14, 2022 22:59:42 GMT -5
PWS: APEX TUESDAY NIGHT RIOT
TUESDAY, JULY 12TH, 2022
BARCLAYS CENTER - NEW YORK, NY
(The opening video package for Riot airs, before we cut to inside Barclays a center to see the live crowd in NYC, as they are ready for a night of PWS: APEX action. We are greeted by Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: Hello and welcome to Tuesday night Riot! This is the final stop before Rise to Glory, and tonight we will find out who will be facing Cleo Phillips for the world championship at the pay-per-view. We also have a non-title match between Alexis Makarios and Audrey Russow, as well as a great tag match!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah it’s gonna be a great show!
(The cameras pan around the arena, catching all the fans eagerly awaiting more PWS action, catching various signs such as “Devon Ryder 2024”, Cleo = NEXT CHAMP. “I came to see Mike Hawk”, “Marry Me Heather”, and “Alexis is my queen”. The fans erupt into cheers, as “Gangstas Paradise” plays and the former United and Collateral Damage champion swaggers out onto stage, followed by her once literal partner in crime, and current hype man, the Don King to her Mike Tyson, Z-Money.)
(Her theme continues to play as she embraces some fans at ringside, before rolling into the ring and requesting a mic, Z close behind. Once the crowd quiets some, she speaks.)
Cleo Philips: Man, does it feel good to be back home in New York!
(The cheap pop gets a loud reaction from the crowd, cheering for the hometown girl from The Bronx.)
Cleo Philips: Now, I wish it was all good news, but last week I got the news that Sierra Williams has vacated the championship and left the company, meaning I won’t be getting the chance to defeat her for the world championship.
(The crowd boos some, not happy that they’re going to miss out on what would have been an absolute banger of a match.)
Cleo Philips: Now, I could come out here and drag Sierras name through the mud, talk about how she’s avoiding me, or she’s scared of me. But that’s not my style, nor do I believe it to be true. Whatever disagreements she had with management is her business, and Sierra handled her business in her way. I wish her the best wherever she lands next, and for my part there are no hard feelings.
(The crowd claps for Cleo being respectful of the situation.)
Cleo Philips: I’m not going to come out here and complain the whole situation, as I said Sierra handled her business, and I’m going to handle mine, and CLEO’s business is still about becoming YOUR NEXT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
(Another loud reaction, the New York crowd is really behind her here.)
Cleo Philips: I want to thank management for still allowing me to have a chance to become champion, but who is it going to be against? Tonight’s battle royal has some strong contenders, Sanders, Sykes, Hawk, Rathedon is new but seems like he could be a wild card here. Alexandra Calaway is making a name for herself and could surprise, Miles Kasey is a proven champion in his own right. It could really be any of them, but I PROMISE that NONE of them will be winning the world championship!
(The crowd cheers some more, as Z-Money does some adlibbing.)
Z-Money: TELL EM’!
Cleo Philips: I have been on my grind since entering this company. I held the Collateral Damage championship, AND became the second longest reigning United Champion in PWS history, and I’ve not only just finished my second year in this company, but my second year in THIS BUSINESS. There is nowhere for me to go, but up.
Z-Money: Straight to the top.
Cleo Philips: My whole life has been fighting against a struggle, so I don’t see why I should be surprised my desired match is being forced to be changed at the last minute, but let’s not forget, I am a survivor. I’ve seen things, DONE things that not many people would be willing to do. I’m not proud of the things I’ve done to people in the past. I’m not proud of the lifelong mental scars I may have left on some poor clerk just doing their job at the store I decided to rob, but still all that built me into the warrior I am today. I’m cut from a different cloth, some of you in this match know that, and some are new and unfamiliar. If one of them win however, they will find out exactly who I am, and they will learn quickly that the fight in me never dies. I’ve fought on he very streets outside this building, had multiple prison fights,I’ve stabbed and BEEN stabbed, shot and BEEN shot.
Z-Money: Let em know!
Cleo Philips: There is NOTHING and NO ONE that is going to keep me from becoming your next champion, and ushering PWS into a new era, putting this Sierra business behind us. It’s time to move forward into the era of The Body Snatcher, the era of Cleopatra Phillips. Winning would mean that it was all worth it. I was sent to the Lyons Den Wrestling Academy on a probation program, and they sent me here. Big Mo’ and I thought we were the most badass bitches on the block, and that attitude led me to the Collateral Damage championship. It was short lived however, because of that weasel faced Johnathan Sanders and his little puppet Tyson Sykes. Curious by the way how they’ll work together tonight. Will Sykes be MAN enough to take his leader out if he needs to?
(She winks at the camera, hoping to have planted a seed of some sort in Tyson's head, the crowd cheering for her little jab.)
Cleo Philips: After losing the Collateral Damage championship, and Big Mo’ stabbing me in the back. I knew I had to turn something around, and I started lookin’ at life different. I cleaned up, started becoming a speaker for less fortunate children who are stuck in the same situations I was as proof that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and THAT attitude led me to the United Championship, which I managed to hold for several months. I learned that, it was really my attitude that caused me to lose the Collateral Damage championship so quickly. My third year in this company is the one where I become World Champion. This business saved my life, had I not been sent to the Lyons Den, I’d still be out there trickin’ and what not, possibly locked up again. That life is behind me now, but I still have that fight in me. I just use it differently now, and my attitude now, is going to lead me to the World Championship, and as your champion I am most certainly going to…
(She holds the mic up for the crowd, who respond in unison)
Crowd: SET IT OFF!!
(She smiles, and gives a slight nod to the camera, before Gangstas Paradise plays again and she drops the mic, and her and Z make their exit.)
NON-Title Match
Singles Match
Alexis Makarios vs. Audrey Russow
(Before the match can start, “I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford starts to play, and out walks Heather Haze, full on in a ref’s shirt and tight short shorts, as she makes her way down the ramp. Both Audrey and Alexis look confused in the ring, as Heather makes her way over to grab a mic before stepping in the ring.)
Heather Haze: So…I thought I’d get a front row seat for this, and I so gratefully have volunteered my time to be the special guest referee for this match, and I’m hereby making this match a no-disqualification match! Beat the hell out of each other! Anything goes!
JR Freeman: Uh, can she do that?
Alfonzo Banks: I mean…looks like she just did?
(Both Alexis and Audrey look annoyed with this, but they both have to quickly shrug it off, as the match gets underway. The opening moments of the match are spent with each woman sizing up the other. Both getting a feel for one another and testing out the waters, neither one really wanting to go “too hard” which seems like to be annoying Haze, as she’s constantly yelling at both women to “pick up the violence”.)
JR Freeman: Isn’t the ref supposed to be the silent official?
Alfonzo Banks: When has that ever been the case!?
(The match continues, as the action starts to pick up. Both women have each other well scouted, as they are delivering counter after counter. Whenever one goes for something, the other seems to have a counter for it. Audrey goes for a suplex, Alexis blocks it and goes for one of her own, but Audrey blocks that. Audrey goes for a roll up…which Haze doesn’t count…and Alexis turns it into a roll up of her own, which again, Haze doesn’t count.)
JR Freeman: Okay, is she at least going to do her damn job out here?
Alfonzo Banks: she is using her discretion!
JR Freeman: Bullshit!
(The antics continue, with Haze doing all but actually reffing the match, constantly yelling at both women, even going so far as to get out of the ring, get a steel chair at ringside, and slide it in the ring. She gets back in, as both women are getting to their feet. She yells one more time for someone to hit someone with the chair, and after a moment, Audrey picks up the steel chair. She looks at Alexis and we can see her mouth “I’m sorry.” Before she rates back and swings for the fences.)
(BAM! Audrey NAILS Haze upside the head with the steel chair as Haze instantly crumbles to the mat. Alexis’s look of momentary concern turns to one of immense jubilation and hysterical laughter. They roll Haze out of the ring, as an actual PWS official comes down to the ring. But Alexis stops him once he gets in the ring, and after a moment, he calls for the bell. Audrey looks confused, as Alexis is still laughing.)
JR Freeman: Uh…
Alfonzo Banks: What just happened?
Meg Reynolds; Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that Alexis Makarios states she can no longer compete, so your winner by forfeit is Audrey Russow!
(Alexis raises Audrey’s hand, even giving her a hug. She is saying something to Audrey, and when they break the embrace, Audrey seems to know what’s going on, as the two leave the ring and walk to the back together.)
WINNER - AUDREY RUSSOW
(We cut backstage, as Alexis and Audrey make it back to the gotilla position, when they are approached by Claire Anderson.)
Claire Anderson: Alexis, Audrey…care to explain what just happened?
Audrey Russow: The bitch wouldn’t shut the hell up with her nagging. I knew Lexi couldn’t do anything about it, so I did.
Alexis Makarios: Basically that. Heather thought she could come out here, and do what she does best. Manipulate the situation. She wanted me to hit her! She was all but BEGGING for me to hit her. But, after that contract she manipulated into being... I couldnt. not without having to give her my title. let me tell you, it took EVERY ounce of restraint in me to NOT knock her ass out.
Audrey russow: That's what friends are for. To knock out the bitch you can't!
(They both laugh a little)
Alexis Makarios: Thank you by the way. I would have done the same for you.
Audrey Russow: The pleasure was all mine! Bitch had it coming.
Alexis Makarios: So… at the end of the day, after Audrey did what I wanted to do SO BAD… I figured she deserved that win.
Claire Anderson: So you just… you forfeit the match?
Alexis Makarios: I was laughing so hard I couldn't continue. Bitch got what she had coming… and just a TASTE of Rise To Glory.
Audrey Russow: All in a day’s work.
Alexis Makarios; C’mon, dinner is on me. You deserve it.
Audrey Russow: Ya don’t have to ask me twice.
(They walk out of gorilla, as we cut away.)
(We cut to JR and Alf at ringside.)
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, we are being told that, after their match last Riot went to a time limit draw, Devon Ryder will be defending his Collateral Damage…
Alfonso Banks: Canadian Domination…
JR Freeman:…title at Rise to Glory against Violet Amelia Holt, and this time it will be a thirty minute ultimate submission match. Most submissions in thirty minutes, if they are tied after that, sudden death. There will be a winner!
Alfonso Banks: Oh that should be good!
Dylan Howell: So, what you are saying is this is like that time I got arrested for being naked on top of the Sears tower in Chicago.
(Sometimes, like right now Samantha Alexis wondered why she gave up almost everything that was important to her in order to be with this man Dylan Howell. This is done silently of course because if Dylan ever knew what goes inside of her brain at these moments he would think that Sam was going to leave him and the results would probably be disastrous. This is ironic when you consider that recently Dylan was the one who left Sam, but Sam understands that Dylan was not leaving the relationship. Rather, Dylan was just trying to get away from taking medication, medication that he needs. Dylan still loves her to the moon and back, and she loves him as well. That is why she is here after chasing him down over three thousand miles from Los Angeles to New York.)
(That’s why she is getting him prepared for the biggest night of PWS:Apex career, an opportunity to win a battle royal and face Cleo Phillips for the PWS:Apex World Championship which is currently vacant. This is a long way from what Sam expected for her life when she became a psychiatrist. Again though, as she just looks at Dylan and shakes her head, it’s love. Only love could make an otherwise perfectly normal person seem as though they had lost their mind.)
Sam: No sir, this is not like that at all and I’m amazed that you could draw that as a parallel to what I was trying to say.
Dylan Howell: Would you like to know how my mind could draw parallel?
Sam: No I really would not like to hear hon, but I feel like you are going to tell me anyway?
(Because he can be extremely exhausting, Dylan begins to tell Sam how his mind could draw that parallel, barely even realizing if he does at all that Sam didn’t want to be told this information.)
Dylan Howell: You said that nobody is going to want me to wear my Mankini for the battle royal like I wore for the battle royal wear I had won Addy, least of all you. That got me thinking about other things I have done that you would not have wanted me to do, and that of course made me think about the time I was arrested for being naked on the top of the Sears Tower.
(Trying her best to him to focus again, Sam tries desperately to get Dylan to realize what is at stake tonight for him)
Sam: Dylan, hon do you realize how ridiculous this discussion is right now? We should be talking about what you need to do in order to be successful tonight and win this battle royal. But instead you want to discuss the time you were arrested because you were naked on top of the Sears Tower.
Dylan Howell: So, I’m not supposed to talk about getting arrested because I was naked on top of the Sears Tower anymore? Because that to me sounds like you don’t want me to have any fun anymore Sam.
Sam: That’s not true and you know it. I don’t have any problem with you having fun, and what’s more I believe that PWS will want you to have fun because that is the you that people are going to pay to see. But everything happens at the ring time and place and right now? You and I should really be discussing strategy for this battle royal that you are going to be in a little later on tonight.
(Upon his feet now, Dylan starts pacing back and forth in front of Sam who is still seated on a bench in his locker room. He starts getting louder and louder the more that he talks.)
Dylan Howell: Strategy? I know what my strategy is going to be in the battle royal Sam. Mike Hawk must be destroyed so that is my strategy ok? Destroy Mike Hawk no matter what. That is what I will be doing tonight!!
Sam: That’s fine that you want to destroy Mike Hawk, but there are 8 other people in this match as well. So if you are only focused on beating just Mike Hawk, you are probably not going to do very well in the match at all.
(Without warning, Dylan, who had nearly had almost started sprinting he had been pacing so fast, stops and looks right at Sam. Looking into Dylan’s eyes, it is obvious that he is gone, which obviously has Sam concerned.)
Dylan Howell: I will worry about everyone else who is in the AFTER Mike Hawk is destroyed. It. Is. My. Destiny!!
Sam: Destiny? Dylan, making sure that you win the battle royal and go on to Rise to Glory and have the opportunity to wrestle for the Vacant PWS World Championship should be your Destiny. You are starting to scare me a little. Are you sure that you have been taking your medication for the last couple days hon? Because you are acting really strange even for you.
(Dylan looks down toward Sam and starts laughing as she gets to her feet now as well.)
Dylan Howell: Sam, Sam, Sam my lovely Sam. I know what you have told me about taking my medication. I know that this needs to be done or I will not be allowed to wrestle and I don’t want that to happen, especially not tonight. I’m just really excited for the chance that I have tonight. That’s all. I need you to leave for a second though.
Sam: Umm why do you want me to leave?
Dylan Howell: Because I told you, I’m excited. I’m excited about destroying Mike Hawk, I’m excited about winning the battle royal and I’m excited about wrestling for the World Championship at Rise to Glory, so I need to pee and I know that you don’t like to be in the room when I’m peeing.
(Looking at Dylan and realizing that he is suddenly acting like he need to go NOW, Sam suddenly relents, while heading for the door.)
Sam: Alright. I believe you. I will be waiting for you right outside the locker room.
Dylan Howell: Sounds Good.
(Sam walks out and Dylan reaches into his pocket, pulling out his hand full of pills.)
Dylan Howell: Sorry Sam, but you are never going to understand tonight. Normal Dylan with his medication has no chance of winning tonight, but Crazy Dylan? He just might.
Tag-Team Match
Fish n’ Chips vs. Richard Rider & Mystery Partner
(Anticipation is…well, I hesitate to say "high", but anticipation EXISTS in the lead-up to this one, as fans are waiting to hear the official announcement of Richard Rider's alleged “huge star” of a mystery partner. The other three competitors are all in the ring, looking towards the entrance stage and awaiting the announcement, when the lights begin to dim.)
MEG REYNOLDS: It is now time to reveal Richard Rider’s MYSTERY PARTNER…
(A single spotlight shines down on the stage as smoke slowly billows out from behind the curtain. A familiar-looking figure rises from the centre of the stage, visible only in silhouette, as a swelling, epic, classical theme song begins to crescendo behind them.)
MEG REYNOLDS: Introducing next…from GRACELAND in Memphis, Tennessee…
(The crowd’s excitement actually begins to build now, as more of the figure becomes visible.)
MEG REYNOLDS: Weighing in at 280 lbs.; standing at a height of six feet, four inches tall…he is a PWS:WF LEGEND…
(The lights suddenly switch on, a gold tinge to them as the figure on the ramp stands to full height, revealing a man clad in a white, fringed jumpsuit beset with golden rhinestones, sunglasses and coiffed 1950s pompadour hair…)
Meg Reynolds: HE IS…”THE KING” “MEMPHIS” MOOOOOOOOOOOONDUUUUUUUUUST!
(The crowd EXPLODES with a combination of disappointed boos and hysterical laughter, as Moondust - dressed as the SPITTING IMAGE of Elvis Presley, though still sporting his usual black and gold facepaint beneath the ensemble - begins to swagger down to the ring as the epic orchestral track gives way to “A Little Less Conversation” by the King himself.)
Alfonso Banks: What the… Moondust?! You’ve got to be kidding me!
JR Freeman: Were you expecting anyone else, Alf? It’s not like RICHARD RIDER has a long list of famous friends.
Alfonso Banks: Well, to hear HIM speak, you’d think he was the life of every Hollywood party in town!
JR Freeman: Yeah, forgive me if I don’t take him at his word…
(With the theatrics of the “reveal” out of the way, Rider fist-bumps Moondust as he enters the ring, the two bearing determined expressions as Fish N’ Chips play rock-paper-scissors to determine who’ll enter first. It ends up with the Squid-Man squaring off against “Memphis” Moondust himself, the bell rings and this one is ON. It goes… actually surprisingly WELL for the PWS:WF veteran at first, as he’s able to use his superior size and experience to bully our poor cephalopod crusader. He keeps up the pressure for a good few minutes at the outset, even getting Squid-Man into Moondust's friendly corner and pulling off some referee-distracting tandem moves with Rider. Squid eventually manages to escape from an ankle lock attempt to hit the hot tag to Spuds, who rushes in like a POTATO! EN! FUEGO!, cleaning house with big right hands and lariats.)
JR Freeman: And here comes Spuds! Spuds Guzzman Jr. to the rescue of his tag-team partner!
Alfonso Banks: … Y’know what I’m thinking about, JR?
JR Freeman: Do I DARE ask “what”?
Alfonso Banks: How does a rural potato farmer from the ass-end of buttfuck nowhere even MEET a squid, let alone become best friends with him?
JR Freeman: I… Um… Maybe there’s… a river nearby?
Alfonso Banks: Have you seen many RIVER SQUIDS in your time on this Earth, JR?
JR Freeman: … God dammit, you’ve got a point…
Alfonso Banks: THIS IS WHAT I’M SAYING!
(Things continue to go much better for Fish N’ Chips with Spuds in control, but Moondust tries his best to distract the simple potato farmer with a WEIRDLY good Elvis impersonation. He busts out a quick rendition of “Blue Suede Shoes” to direct attention to his feet, dancing a very hip-centric jig in the centre of the ring before dropping to his knees for a throat thrust, followed by a “Thank you…thank you very much.” As the rockabilly veteran goes for the cover, though, things are broken up by Squid-Man. Everyone returns to their corners and the fight goes on, with Moondust continuing to press the advantage until Spuds reverses a move and throws him into the turnbuckle, but Rider tags himself in. He rushes forward, attempting to clothesline Spuds as he was clotheslined himself… and falls victim to an immediate dropkick for his troubles. Rider rolls back to his corner, clutching his precious Hollywood nose, and IMMEDIATELY tags Moondust back in. Things turn quickly in the babyfaces’ favour after this, with Spuds riding the fire to a massive comeback that culminates in the SIX-PIECE COMBO to Moondust! Guzzman goes for the cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! IT’S OVER!
JR Freeman: SIX-PIECE COMBO! SIX-PIECE COMBO! THIS ONE IS OVER!
Alfonso Banks: …Is it weird that I’m hungry for fish & chips after watching that?
JR Freeman: Frankly, Alf, it would kind of be weird if you WEREN’T.
WINNERS - FISH ‘N CHIPS
PWS: APEX RISE TO GLORY
TUESDAY, JULY 26
WASHINGTON, D.C.
(We suddenly cut backstage, where an angry Alexander Lyons is found pacing in one of the hallways, alone. A tag team championship sits on each shoulder.)
Alexander Lyons: First of all. Michael Rathedon, you are NOT better than me. I want to make that perfectly clear. If it was just me and you, your hand would not be getting raised, and you’d honestly be lucky to even still have hands.
(He continues to pace, stopping to speak, as he speaks some spit flies out at the camera.)
Alexander Lyons: You did not defeat me, and you are no champion like myself. You don’t even have a friend. At least for better or worse, I know Sykes will pull through, I know Sanders will pull through, I know Dio will pull through. We are ANTITHESIS and we are the scourge of this company,. Do you understand this Michael? You don’t just get to walk into this company and steal MY spotlight. You’ve not even been here long enough to get your feet wet. You really had no business being in the ring with a CHAMPION!!
(A few deeps breaths, and after some more pacing, he stops again and continues)
Alexander Lyons: It’s unwise to make such foolish mistakes as to upset an ANTITHESIS member this early in your career. I’ll be watching close as Sanders and Sykes, my brothers in arms decimate the rest of this little battle royal, and then we will go on to become the World Champion, because as I’ve told you all before, with ANTITHESIS, when one of us wins, we all win, and my boys are going to ruin everybody’s hopes and dreams. I know everyone probably just expects Cleo to win the championship, but everyone also knows we have, and always have been her kryptonite. Dark days are ahead of you PWS, and things are not going to play out like everyone thinks or wants.
(He pauses for a moment.)
Alexander Lyons: Semper Fi brothers. May the rest of them quiver at our knees, and beg us for forgiveness, only to be told it’s too late, because all they love will have already been destroyed. Show them who runs this place. Show them that ANTITHESIS is forever, and not even an army can stop us.
(The camera sits on his arrogant smirk, before fading to black.)
Main Event
10-Person Battle Royal
Winner Faces Cleo Philips at Rise 2 Glory
(Meg Reynolds is stood in the ring as the bell rings.)
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is your main event, and it is a 10-person battle royal! The only way to be eliminated is to go over the top rope and have both feet hit the floor! The winner of the match will go on to wrestle Cleo Phillips at Rise to Glory for the vacant PWS: Apex WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
(“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: Introducing first, from Manchester, England, weighing in at 215 pounds, MIIIIIILES “MILO” KAAAAAASEEEEEEYYYYY!
JR Freeman: This thing is about to get underway and I couldn’t be more pumped!
Alfonso Banks: I know what you mean, JR, the feeling here is electric! I feel like I’m a kid in a candy store, except the candies are all pro wrestlers!
JR Freeman: I’m so excited for this match that I’m going to ignore how little sense that made!
(“Let ‘Em Burn” by Nothing More plays, accompanying Michael Rathedon, who slowly walks down the ramp, sometimes raising his hand at audience members to make them flinch.)
Meg Reynolds: Residing in Tokyo, Japan, weighing 195 pounds, MICHAEL RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHEDOOOONNN!!!
(Michael enters the ring, running and bouncing off the opposite ropes and spitting in the general direction of the crowd, giving them dirty looks. He cracks his knuckles while awaiting the others, with Milo on another side of the ring.)
JR Freeman: Well I’m personally looking forward to seeing how Michael Rathedon does in this match!
Alfonso Banks: As am I, JR! This match is going to be the biggest he’s had so far!
JR Freeman: In PWS, at least. We don’t know what he’s done before this!
Alfonso Banks: That’s true!
(The arena is engulfed in the first few chords of a song and then the lights go out.)
You don't feel the pain
Too much is not enough
Nobody said this stuff makes any sense
We're hooked again
Point of no return
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight
(At the top of the stage there is now a spotlight. In the spotlight walks out Dylan Howell flanked by his consultants Will S. Reston, Esquire and Fred “Fredrick” Hogan and bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as the song continues while some of the fans start to cheer.)
Meg Reynolds: Next, being accompanied to the ring by Will S. Reston and Frederick Hogan… From Malibu Beach, California, weighing 250 pounds… DYLAAAAAANNN HOOOOWEEELLLL!!
(The song continues.)
Adrenaline
Keeps me in the game
Adrenaline
You don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(The fans start to cheer louder until the jumbotron in large electric blue writing DYLAN HOWELL IS HERE NOW. The crowd now starts to cheer wildly and chant at the top of their lungs the name "Dylan Howell" as the lights come on and Dylan sprints to the ring dressed like a biker in leather. He slides under the bottom rope and gets up looking crazy and waiting impatiently, pacing along the ropes for his match to begin while Will and Fred are in his corner on the outside shouting encouragement.)
JR Freeman: I think Dylan Howell is a force to be reckoned with. The other competitors had better be prepared for the insane offense Dylan will bring to the match tonight!
Alfonso Banks: Agreed, JR. This match is going to be more brutal because Dylan Howell is in it.
(“Outlaws and Outsiders” by Cory Marks starts playing on the PA systems, Jenn makes her way from the back. She stands on the stage for a few seconds with a smile on her face, looking over the crowd.)
Meg Reynolds: From Sydney, Australia, weighing 115 pounds, JENNIFER CARPENTEEEEERRRRR LOOOPEEEEZZZ!!!
(She starts walking down the ramp with confidence. While doing so, she high fives a few fans that are sitting in the front row, and people that are stretching their arms for a high five. She climbs into the ring and waits.)
(When Vengo Por Ti hits, Aaliyah Landerson walks out on stage wearing a pink and black striped hoodie and gets down on one knee and prays. Her father El Landerson follows behind. She gets up and points to the fans as pyro bursts open and switches to the other side of the stage as she does the same thing.)
Meg Reynolds: Being accompanied by her father El Landerson… From San Jose California, weighing in at 114 pounds, She is The Princess of 619… AALIIIIIYAAAAAH LAAAAANDERSOOOONNNN!
(After she’s done she slowly walks down the ramp and slaps some little kids high fives and she stares at one particular kid, hands a kid a fake Luchador Mask and heads straight towards the ring. Hopping on the turnbuckle, she poses with both fingers in the air and walks to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing with her fingers in the air and she gets down and waits for her remaining opponents to arrive, El Landerson cheering her on from their corner.)
JR Freeman: The Landersons have been on a bit of a losing streak in this company so far, but they’re looking to prove themselves here tonight!
Alfonso Banks: Frankly, I think Aaliyah even getting into this match will be a HUGE spike in popularity for them!
JR Freeman: Even if she doesn’t win?
Alfonso Banks: Oh yeah, just being in this match, with people like Sanders, Hawk, Sykes… it’s enough to boost anyone’s stock in the company!
JR Freeman: I guess you’re right.
Alfonso Banks: Of course I am! I’m ME!
(A video package begins to play on the giant screen as "Still Rolling Stones" suddenly strikes up over the sound system. Subtle pink lights begin to strobe around as Ivory Sullivan steps through the curtains as the crowd seems a little mixed.)
JR Freeman: Oh, here comes Ivory!
Meg Reynolds: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 121 pounds, IIIIVORRRYYYYY SUUULLLIVAAAAANNN!
(Ivory nods her head after looking from side to side. She gives a quick wave before breaking into a dead sprint down the ramp, sliding into the ring and hopping up on the first turnbuckle she walks up to.)
JR Freeman: Only 4 entrances to go and then we can get this match started!
(Leo's metal Cover of Tom Sawyer hits and Tyson Sykes busts through the curtain. Sporting a backwards hat and a cutoff graphic tee slightly too big for him that hangs slightly over his wrestling trunks, he surveys the crowd for a moment before speed-walking an intense lap around the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: Making his way to the ring, from Gorham, New Hampshire, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is The Ripper... TYYYYSOOOONN. SYYYYKEEESSS!
(Sykes then jumps onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope, raising his arms up for the crowd. He then leaps the rest of the way over the top rope and circles the inside of the ring, jaw jacking with the fans or his opponent if they're currently in the ring.)
JR Freeman: Few men are as tough as Tyson Sykes!
Alfonso Banks: True… but they’re all in this match!
(The lights go down and "Wicked Ways" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. Alexandra Calaway poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring.)
Meg Reynolds: From Dallas, Texas, weighing 125 pounds… ALEXAAAAANDRAAAAA CAAAALAWAAAAAAYYY!!!
(Stopping halfway down the ramp, Calaway stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.)
JR Freeman: Alexandra Calaway, relative newcomer to PWS: Apex, has one of the biggest matches of her career tonight!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, let’s hope she doesn’t blow it!
(She gets into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, awaiting the final 2 people.)
(The Superman Theme starts, the buildup before the famous part of the song playing as Hawk makes his way out from behind the curtain, stopping and posing on the stage with his hands on his hips as if to say "look at me", as a spotlight shines down.)
Meg Reynolds: From Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed President of Pro-Wrestling… MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE HAAAAAAAWK!
(Hawk walks to the ring with a swagger, intentionally blowing off fans, occasionally flipping them the bird. Getting to the apron, the spotlight now gone at this point, he gives a little knowing nod and a smirk before stepping inside the ring, wherein he stands and flips off the fans, and his opponents, with both hands.)
Alfonso Banks: Y’know, I don’t think there’s a single person in the back or in this match tonight who Hawk takes seriously!
JR Freeman: Oh, I think there’s ONE person.
("Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. When the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts, a black t-shirt bearing the phrase “How is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?”, and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Though this time his attire’s a little different, as his wrists are taped and lined with broken glass, a la his promo. At this point Dionysus follows him out, an intimidating presence if ever there was one, crossing his arms as Sanders scowls.)
Meg Reynolds: And finally, coming down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by Dionysus, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is The Lost Cause, The Snake of Eden, The Horseman of Plague… JONATHAAAAAAAAAN SAAAAAANDEEEEEERS!!!
(Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. Everyone looks back at him, like he’s the biggest threat in the match. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. He steps into the ring, discarding the shirt and surveying the field while Dionysus moves to ringside. Sanders then makes his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven, grinning his sardonic grin all the while, glaring defiantly at all the combatants, as if daring any one of them to make the first move.)
JR Freeman: Every one of these competitors want this just a LITTLE bit more than the others!
Alfonso Banks: That’s not how statistics work, JR!
(The bell rings and the match starts with total chaos. Sanders is going after Hawk, hitting a dropkick, as Jenn, looking for an opponent, immediately hits a swinging neckbreaker on Sykes. Sykes realitates by grabbing her by the throat and taking her down with him. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Calaway is taking on Aaliyah. The young Landerson jumps off the top rope, hitting a springboard crossbody on her more experienced opponent. She jumps up, running to the perpendicular ropes and diving off of them into a big splash onto her downed opponent. Dylan Howell is taking on all comers. He’ll walk over and hit Sykes in the back of the head, get a few shots in on Hawk, hit a step-up enzuigiri on Ivory Sullivan, all within the span of just a few quick moments. Speaking of Ivory, she’s taking on Miles and Michael Rathedon in a triple threat sort of scenario. She runs up to Miles, hitting a flying swinging DDT, before being picked up by Rathedon who hits her with a European uppercut.)
JR Freeman: Wow, what a start this match is off to!
Alfonso Banks: This is the best kind of chaos!
JR Freeman: Absolutely agreed on that front, Alf!
(Sanders is delighting in being able to punish Hawk again after their previous match. He’s downed his opponent with a hurricanrana, and goes up to the top for a top rope double footstomp, but is interrupted by Dylan Howell, who pushes him off the turnbuckle to the outside, where he’s caught by Dionysus. Dio places Sanders back on the apron, and Sanders gets back in the ring, only to be met by a dropkick from Miles! Sanders smirks his wicked smirk and retaliates with a dropkick of his own, before grabbing Milo by the leg and getting down to his level, before locking in the Great Depression!)
JR Freeman: What the- submissions don’t count!
Alfonso Banks: I think Sanders is WELL aware of that, JR. He just wants to inflict as much suffering as possible, and this is the best way to do that!
JR Freeman: True, Sanders’ ultimate goal is not the title, it’s only to make sure nobody else can have it!
Alfonso Banks: Man, he needs to get laid.
JR Freeman: He’d just try to make sure nobody else can have sex.
Alfonso Banks: Ha! Good one.
(Sanders’ glass-taped fists make the vice hurt even more, Miles reaching for the ropes, but of course that won’t do anything. Sanders wrenches on the move and Milo winces. Meanwhile, Aaliyah is going toe-to-toe with Jenn. Jenn hits a vertical suplex on the smaller woman, before picking her up and walking to the ropes, throwing her over, but Landerson holds on! She pulls herself up, jumping off the top and hitting a springboard dropkick on Carpenter! Sykes is fighting Michael Rathedon, and Michael hits Sykes over the top rope with a Nosferatu! Sykes, however, holds on and punches Rathedon repeatedly, but the smaller man joins him on the apron, stepping through the middle rope as they exchange blows, both of them almost falling off several times as they go back and forth. Dylan Howell runs at both of them, trying to knock them off the apron, but he gets two elbows to the gut for his trouble, before both men step back into the ring.)
(Calaway is on the offense against Sullivan, hitting a bulldog then rolling through into a Boston Crab, trying to wear down the legs of her opponent. Ivory fights and manages to escape the hold, but is immediately hit with a Five-Star Frog Splash from Aaliyah! The Landerson daughter heads up top and jumps off with a moonsault, hitting the downed Sullivan, but soon is interrupted by Hawk, who big boots her with a smirk. Miles, meanwhile, has somehow escaped the hold Sanders had been doing and is up, hitting a springboard crossbody on The Snake of Eden, then rolling through and heading to the ropes where he jumps off into a springboard 450! Going up to the top turnbuckle, he jumps off, looking for an elbow drop, but coming down on Sanders the pale man gets a fist up, causing Miles to hit the glass-covered wrist tape face first!)
JR Freeman: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, no shit, JR, but I’m wondering which one it hurts more!
JR Freeman: I don’t think Sanders cares.
(The chaos continues with Ivory now fighting Howell directly, keeping him against just one opponent so he can’t spread his madness out. She slaps him across the face, then he does the same to her. She slaps him, he slaps her. She slaps him, he slaps her. This happens again and again, until finally Dylan stops, his hand making a sock puppet-like pose as he talks to it. He goes back and forth with his hand, which shakes its head, and he looks exasperated, using his other hand to slap Ivory, who returns the favour with a rope-assisted DDT!)
Alfonso Banks: That wasn’t a slap!
(Hawk fights Rathedon, with the bigger man hitting a German Suplex on the smaller individual, before tossing him over the top rope, but Michael takes the opportunity to pull himself up before his feet can hit the floor, and hits a springboard shining wizard onto Hawk. Aaliyah is now fighting Sykes, and Sykes picks her up into powerbomb position, hoping to get her out of the way by just tossing her over the top rope, but Aaliyah thinks fast and jumps, slipping out from behind.)
JR Freeman: See, that’s one thing these guys need to be careful of when it comes to Aaliyah Landerson, she’s quick! Probably the quickest one in the match!
Alfonso Banks: What about Sanders?
JR Freeman: Maybe, but Sanders traded in some of his quickness for brutality. Landerson is all about speed!
(Speaking of Sanders and brutality, Sanders slides under the bottom rope, grabbing himself some weapons from under the ring, including but not limited to: a steel chair, a barbed wire bat, a 2x4, a table, a ladder, a roll of barbed wire, and a kendo stick. Once all the weapons are in the ring, Sanders slides back into the ring and immediately sets up the table, beginning to wrap it in barbed wire.)
JR Freeman: Barbed wire combined with the glass on his hands can not be a fun combination!
Alfonso Banks: Once again, I really don’t think he cares.
(Jenn and Alex fight for a little bit, with Jennifer hitting a snapmare, transitioning into a headlock, which is broken out of quickly, then decided to instead go for a superplex. She gets both herself and Alexandra on the turnbuckle, looking to superplex her opponent out of the ring, but it’s reversed into a superplex of Calaway’s own, going INTO the ring instead! Both women breathe heavily as they lay on the mat. Hawk has started fighting Howell, and the fans are in for it. Hawk says “Excuse me”, tapping Howell on the shoulder, and when Howell turns around he punches him in the face and walks off. Howell returns the favour, tapping Hawk on the shoulder saying
“Excuse me, pal”, and when he turns around Hawk gets a faceful of fist for his trouble. This goes on, back and forth, for long enough that the crowd laughs, gets bored, then laughs again.)
JR Freeman: Well, I suppose an argument can’t be made that either Hawk nor Howell aren’t entertaining!
Alfonso Banks: Can you say that again but without the triple negative?
JR Freeman: These guys are entertaining.
Alfonso Banks: Thanks. And you’re right, I’m loving their antics!
(Sykes and Aaliyah continue fighting, with Sykes kicking Landerson hard in the gut, before running the ropes, hoping for a clothesline, but Landerson trips him onto the middle rope!)
Alfonso Banks: Ohhhhhh shit!
JR Freeman: Here it comes!
(Running the ropes herself, Aaliyah hits the big man with the 619! She then hops off the rope to hit the West Coast Pop, but instead tries turning it into a hurricanrana, getting the big man over the ropes, and almost to the floor below, but Sykes holds on, his feet not touching, as he pulls himself back up onto the ropes, grabbing Landerson and powerbombing her onto the floor, making for the first elimination of the match!)
Alfonso Banks: Aaliyah’s been eliminated!
JR Freeman: She did really well in her short time in the match, wearing a lot of people down, even hitting the 619 on Sykes!
Alfonso Banks: The match is less dangerous for the competitors involved now that Aaliyah’s not in it… although the presence of those weapons has drastically INCREASED the danger, so it balances out!
(Miles is next to attack Sykes, who leans down and tosses him over the ropes, but Miles holds on, on the apron as he kicks Sykes in the chest, walking over to the turnbuckle, though soon he’s pushed off, into the ring, by Dionysus on the outside. Sykes uses this opportunity to run over and hit The Ripper Lariat as Milo gets up. On another side of the ring, Sanders is attacking Calaway, laughing as he lays into her with stiff strikes. She retaliates with a few of her own, followed by a spin kick, before she grabs him for a chokeslam through the table, but Sanders is quick on his feet and hops onto the top rope, leaping off and rolling through with a clothesline. Ivory has started tossing some of the weapons back out of the ring, but she notices the steel chair and gets a few ideas.)
JR Freeman: Uh-oh, what is she thinking?
(Hawk, in the meantime, is trying to fight off Jenn, and mostly failing. Jenn hits a diving crossbody, then picks Hawk up and looks for a suplex. This is her mistake, as she can’t lift him properly, and the big man counters into a suplex of his own, before being hit in the back of the head by Dylan Howell.)
Mike Hawk: You again!?
(They stare each other down like two wolves, circling one another as Dylan cracks his knuckles. Hawk walks right over to him and lifts a single finger. Dylan does the same with the opposite finger. Reaching over and poking each other lightly, both men fall to the mat to an ovation from the crowd. Michael Rathedon, meanwhile, is now defending himself against a chair-wielding Ivory Sullivan. She smacks him several times in the head, then focuses on body blows while he’s on the ground. Before she can get any more off, though, he rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.)
Alfonso Banks: If they go under the ropes, it doesn’t count as an elimination!
JR Freeman: Thanks Alf, but I’m sure they’ve been paying enough attention to know that!
(Ivory, clearly thinking that’s not acceptable, follows him under the bottom rope and continues her vicious attack outside, even using the steel ring steps to batter her opponent. Hawk and Sanders have come face to face again. Sanders runs at Hawk, who pulls the top rope down hoping to eliminate him, but Sanders is too smart for that and stops himself before he can reach the rope. Calaway isn’t so lucky, however, getting thrown over the top rope by Sykes, however she’s able to just BARELY hang on, pulling herself back up onto the apron. Sykes kicks her in the stomach and she wobbles but stays on. Sykes kicks her again, she stumbles but stays where she is. He moves to the other side of the ring, looking for a Ripper Lariat, but Ally pulls the rope down and he goes tumbling to the outside, where he’s caught by Dionysus. Dionysus hesitates for a moment before putting Sykes back onto the ring steps so he can continue the match.)
(Hawk is run at by Ivory, but she gets flapjacked onto the rope, making her fall to the ground, and Hawk capitalizes with a few big stomps. Sanders follows up on this, hitting a legdrop from standing before continuing to batter Hawk with the kendo stick from before. He’s relentless, getting even moreso when the crowd starts chanting “Nos-fer-a-tu!” at him before clapping 5 times. Sanders grabs Hawk in a chokehold using the kendo stick, wrapping his legs around the bigger man’s torso for leverage as he chokes Hawk out on the mat. He cackles away as he looks down at Hawk.)
Jonathan Sanders: How is a raven like a writing desk!?
Alfonso Banks: Oh! Oh! I know this one!
JR Freeman: Oh lord…
Alfonso Banks: The answer is C! “A Hard Day’s Night” by The Beatles!
JR Freeman: What!?
Alfonso Banks: …Am I close?
JR Freeman: …No.
Alfonso Banks: Fuck!
(Alf pulls out a notepad and pen, crossing something out.)
Alfonso Banks: I’ll get there.
(Tyson Sykes is fighting like a madman as he takes on all comers, both Miles and Howell running at him one right after the other and both being knocked down by a single punch. Rathedon runs up to Sykes and starts hitting kick after kick on the larger man, but gets picked up and carried over towards the barbed wire table set up in the ring. As he’s doing this, Ivory has abandoned the chair and is now relying on pure skill to try and take down Calaway, and it seems to be working, as a dropkick and springboard 450 splash seem to take the wind out of her, at least temporarily.)
(By this point Sykes is all geared up, with Michael in a fireman’s carry position on Sykes’ shoulders, The Ripper plants the smaller man through the table with a Death Valley Driver! This, as it should, gets some very loud “Holy Shit” and “You’re a Madman” chants from the crowd, as Sykes stands up, smiling in a way not dissimilar to his group’s leader, as he looks down at his fallen adversary.)
JR Freeman: That was incredible, but I worry about Michael Rathedon’s well being after that!
Alfonso Banks: Well look, if you agree to look after a being in a well, you know what you’re signing up for!
JR Freeman: …Why do I bother saying normal things to you? I know you won’t take them the way I intend them.
Alfonso Banks: I wonder that too, JR.
(Miles, on the other hand, grabs Jenn, hitting the Blast From the Past! The audience roars with cheers as Milo takes the opportunity, setting up the ladder that Sanders brought in earlier. The crowd chants “Mi-lo! Mi-lo! Mi-lo!” as he does so.)
JR Freeman: What’s he looking for?
Alfonso Banks: Trouble, apparently!
JR Freeman: He doesn’t think anything bad will happen if he tries that? His cockiness will get him killed if he’s not careful!
(He starts climbing the ladder, getting about halfway up the giant metal structure, looking for his Reverse 450 on Jenn, when suddenly Jonathan Sanders, seeing an opportunity to ruin a good thing for someone, runs over and pushes the ladder down, sending Miles tumbling to the mat below. Sanders then picks him up, the audience booing his actions, as he grins his patented sadistic grin, tossing Milo out of the ring over the top. The boos get louder and Sanders revels in it.)
JR Freeman: Miles is gone!
Alfonso Banks: Ha! More like inches, am I right?
JR Freeman: That… doesn’t make any sense, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: YOU don’t make any sense!
(It’s Rathedon vs. Sykes next, as Michael hits the Bite of Lucifer on Sykes. Alexandra looks over at him and notices this, and she runs over to Hawk and hits the same move. Michael looks at her and gasps, and they both step up to each other in the center of the ring. They stare each other down for a few tense moments, even getting nose to nose at one point, like they’re about to trade blows. Michael then turns around, Ally doing the same as they fight off the others as they come at them. The fans cheer as the duo goes back-to-back. After a moment of this, they turn to face each other again, each one raising the other’s arm in celebration.)
(After this, however, Sanders decides to get involved and, as he so often does, ruin a good thing. Lining up, he runs over and dropkicks Rathedon in the back of the head. Alexandra grabs him and goes to DDT him, but Sanders punches her with his fists of glass and she drops to the mat. Sanders goes on a bit of a tear, running at Hawk, who in turn launches him over the top rope, but Sanders saw it coming and holds onto the top rope, leaping onto said rope and dropping Hawk to the mat with a hurricanrana, then locking in the Dopamine Deficiency! Hawk taps, but submissions don’t count, so Sanders wrenches on it harder.)
JR Freeman: God damn!
Alfonso Banks: That’s gotta hurt!
(Sanders wrenches on the hold, but he’s met by a barbed wire bat to the face from Dylan Howell. He falls to the mat, Hawk getting up to thank Howell, but Howell hits him too, before using the bat like an air guitar for the precisely fuck-all songs that are playing. Soon Jenn is attacking Michael, landing a side kick to the jaw of Rathedon. She hits a dropkick, sending him into the corner, then running at him only to be met with a dropkick herself. Ivory’s attacking Sanders, and is actually doing pretty well. She hits a springboard crossbody, picking him up and hitting a DDT onto the chair that’s been left in the ring. When Sanders gets up, he’s bloody. He’s got a wicked smile across his face.)
(Elsewhere in the ring, Calaway is taking on Rathedon. Michael’s able to get the upper hand, hitting Ruby Oni, then grabbing Calaway and getting her to the ropes, struggling for a few moments trying to push her over, but she elbows him in the gut and reverses, turning the tide by trying to toss him over, but he grabs her in suplex position, trying to leverage her over the ropes, but it doesn’t work as she reverses into a DDT into the ring. Hawk has come over to interrupt Ivory and Sanders, but Ivory has started an assault on him, even going so far as hitting the Whiteout Fixes All! She grabs Hawk and tosses him out of the ring over the top, but Hawk’s just barely able to stay in the match, hitting her with his shoulder to get back into the ring through the middle rope. This gives Sanders an opportunity, laying into Hawk again. Hawk goes for a punch, but Sanders grabs his hand and bites it, making the larger opponent try to pull away.)
(Dylan Howell has started attacking Sykes, lifting him up into gorilla press position, clearly looking for D.O.A., but Sykes slips out the back and lifts him for a Syko Bomb, walking towards the ropes, clearly looking to toss him out, but Howell slips out from that, hitting a knife edge chop to the chest of Sykes, then another, then another, driving him closer and closer to the ropes. Sykes delivers a few of his own, however, and soon they’re just exchanging chops near the ropes.)
JR Freeman: Wow, nobody in this match is to be underestimated.
Alfonso Banks: No indeed… Ivory, Dylan, Alex, Michael, they’re all relative newcomers, but they’re going toe-to-toe with certified main eventers… Sanders, Hawk, Sykes, Jenn… and Aaliyah Landerson was also there!
JR Freeman: Hey, be nice! The Landersons are some of the finest young competitors on this roster!
Alfonso Banks: How much did they pay you to say that, JR?
(Ivory Sullivan’s attacking Alexandra Calaway now, and she’s laying into her with stiff strikes, before grabbing her and planting Ally with a DDT! She hops up to the top rope, looking for some sort of high flying move, when Rathedon runs up and pushes her off, but Ivory jumps and lands on the audience barricade! She tightrope-walks on the barricade, making her way towards the ring steps, leaping from the barricade onto the steps! The crowd roars at the impressive spot!)
JR Freeman: Incredible! Ivory’s been given a second chance in the match!
(As she steps onto the apron, however, Rathedon rolls through into a Nosferatu, knocking her off to immense boos from the crowd. He smirks, taking it in.)
Alfonso Banks: Looks like you spoke too soon, JR.
JR Freeman: That’s terrible, Ivory had JUST made it back to the ring!
Alfonso Banks: Well, she should’ve been a bit more prepared for people like Rathedon who are willing to do whatever it takes!
JR Freeman: That’s just a cheater’s excuse for cheating.
Alfonso Banks: That sounds like something a cheater would say.
(Sykes hits a roundhouse kick on Calaway, who goes down to the mat. He lifts her up but is met with a whole lot of furious punching, mostly to the gut and chest. Alex then kicks him directly in the penis before grabbing him and hitting a bulldog. She picks Sykes up, trying to toss him over the top rope, but he’s resisting. He kicks behind him, kicking a leg out from under Calaway, who collapses onto the ground behind him. Sykes then picks a direction a new opponent is in and walks that way, stopping at Jenn. Jenn sees him coming and jumps on the ropes, hitting a springboard crossbody. Hawk and Sanders are now going at it again, with Sanders on top of Hawk, who’s on the ground, and The Lost Cause is laying in the punches. One after the other, alternating hands, sadistic look on his face as he goes insane with his vicious blows to Hawk’s head.)
Mike Hawk: Ow! Ow! Fuckin’ stop punching me!
(Sanders obliges, instead rolling through into a cross armbreaker, making Hawk reach for the ropes. Rope breaks don’t count, but he’ll try to get some leverage at least.)
Alfonso Banks: Smart move, aiming for the arms. If he doesn’t have those, then he won’t be able to throw his opponents over the top rope!
JR Freeman: There are other ways to get them there.
Alfonso Banks: Fair enough, JR.
JR Freeman: I know it is.
(Jenn is on the offense again, though this time attacking Dylan Howell. He’s been going around hitting everyone again, so he’s stopped him in his tracks. She hits a big Northern Lights Suplex on Howell, before turning around and throwing him out of the ring. He misses the top rope and goes instead through the middle rope, making it not count, but he does hit the floor. Jenn follows him, sliding under the bottom rope and walking them both to the announce table.She smashes Howell’s head onto the barricade a few times, but he returns the favour, then turning her around and running her face-first into the steel ring steps. Howell then rolls the now-bloodied Carpenter onto the announce table and heads up to the apron. He jumps off but Jennifer moves, leaving him to hit a flying nothing through the announce table, crashing and burning! Jenn, pleased with herself, gets back in the ring.)
(Hawk has moved away from Sanders, having managed to escape the madman, but a little worse for ware as a result. He finds an opponent, Michael Rathedon, and lifts him for a powerbomb. The crowd starts dueling chants of “Let’s Go Michael!” “Michael Sucks!” referring to both men, as Hawk picks Rathedon up again and powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. He lifts Rathedon up for a third powerbomb, but Michael grabs the ropes, tossing Hawk over with a hurricanrana, but Hawk lands one foot on the ring steps. Yelling “Doesn’t count!”, the referees sanctioned on the outside agree with him that it doesn’t count, since both feet have to touch the floor, and he gets back in the ring.)
(Alexandra Calaway is fighting Sykes again now, and she’s really getting the better of the big punchy man, hitting a spin kick, followed by lifting him for a Teardrop Suplex, making the fans pop for that, as she follows up with a Sharpshooter! Sykes tries breaking the hold, but at first to no avail, but his power and size give him the advantage as he slowly uses his arm muscles to push himself up off the mat, kicking hard enough to break the hold as Jenn goes careening forward, into the waiting arms of “The Lost Cause”, whose smirk grows wide as he pulls the older woman’s hair, throwing her into the turnbuckle before getting up on said turnbuckle, grabbing Alex by the head and hopping out onto the apron, hitting Calaway’s neck on the ropes. He hops back into the ring only to be met by a slightly-too-late clothesline by Hawk.)
Mike Hawk: Fucking shit!
(Michael Rathedon vs. Dylan Howell time, as the two circle each other. Howell makes the first move, grabbing Rathedon by the leg, looking for a single-leg Boston Crab, but Rathedon is able to turn himself around and kick Howell away from him, before hitting the ropes and diving off with a springboard elbow to the face. He grabs Howell and tries throwing him out, but Howell grabs the ropes, trying to toss Rathedon over in turn, managing to get him over the rope, but Michael hangs on for dear life, being deposited safely on the other side. Howell tries pushing him out with his foot, even kicking him once he’s there, as falling from where he is would make him immediately be eliminated, but it doesn’t help, as Rathedon’s too stubborn to die. He rolls back in, sweeping the leg from the ground, which sends Howell into the ropes, then backwards onto the mat.)
JR Freeman: Wow, Rathedon does NOT want to be eliminated!
Alfonso Banks: Nobody WANTS to be eliminated, JR!
JR Freeman: That’s a good point, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: I have my moments.
(Hawk and Sanders are back at it again, with Sykes getting involved, he and Sanders hitting double team moves on Hawk. Sykes gets him on his shoulders, Sanders jumps off the turnbuckle and hits a crossbody on the elevated Hawk. Sanders sends Sykes out of the ring to get a weapon and Sykes stops for a second, then slides out of the ring under the bottom rope, before coming back into the ring a moment later with a bag, and Sanders’ trademark grin gets wider. He opens the burlap bag, pouring a rain of thumbtacks into the center of the ring, telling Sykes to lift Hawk again, and the big man does, setting Hawk up for the Time of Death! He’s about to drive Hawk into the thumbtacks, Sanders cackling in the background as he does, but Hawk’s able to fight out of it, making Sykes stumble backwards and onto the ropes, where Hawk grabs said ropes and lowers himself onto his feet. Sanders, apparently livid that nobody went into the thumbtacks, starts attacking Hawk, getting him to the ropes, stepping back for a Shot of Serotonin, but as he delivers the move Hawk moves and Sanders kicks Sykes off the apron, sending his partner to the floor!)
JR Freeman: My god! Sanders just eliminated Sykes!
Alfonso Banks: This is gonna be awkward at their next gathering.
JR Freeman: No kidding, This might put a strain on their partnership going forward!
(With 6 people left, Howell, having gotten back in the ring, runs at Sanders, looking to toss him from the ring after his partner went out, but his attack from behind is met only with a dropkick, dropping him directly on the thumbtacks, back-first! Howell writhes and Sanders delights in every second of it, stomping his fallen adversary several times, driving the thumbtacks further into his back, making Howell wince and yell. Getting up to the top, he hits a flying double stomp, doubling down on the brutality of the move. Clearly not caring about getting Dylan out of the match, he just wants to cause him as much pain as possible, and he’s found the best way to do that. He jumps onto the ropes, going for a springboard moonsault, but Howell rolls out of the way, letting Sanders hit the moonsault onto the remaining thumbtacks! Hawk responds with a “Ha! Nerd!” before he’s grabbed by the leg by Calaway, falling to the mat as she locks in a Boston Crab. Hawk struggles, trying to break free of the hold, but nothing comes of it. Ally grabs the ropes for leverage, wrenching harder on the hold.)
(Across the ring, Rathedon is fighting Jenn. Michael goes for a shining wizard, which connects, sending Jenn to the mat. He heads up to the top rope, but Jennifer pops up and pushes him off. Rathedon falls to the outside, but with only one foot touching the floor. The other one’s up in the air, so he gets up, one leg in the air, and hops along, finally putting his leg down on the top step of the ring steps. Having saved himself, Michael steps back into the ring, as the crowd cheers for the impressive move. He runs the ropes, running at Jenn, hitting her with a codebreaker! She falls against the ropes and he looks for a simple dropkick, but she’s not dazed enough for that, and she’s only knocked onto the apron, fighting back, bringing Michael out onto the apron with her. They fight on the apron for a bit, going back and forth with punches, both of them stumbling, before Rathedon gets the upper hand and manages to get back into the ring, where he’s immediately attacked by Dylan Howell, giving Jenn time to get back in the ring as well.)
(Sanders has slipped back out of the ring to get some more weapons. His goal being to cause as much pain as possible, he grabs the now-discarded barbed wire from earlier, before also grabbing a table from under the ring, as well as some lighter fluid.)
JR Freeman: Oh god…
Alfonso Banks: John, good god, what are you thinking!?
(Alf soon gets his answer as Johnny boy lights the table ablaze, s wicked grin forming on his face as he gets back in the ring. “Oh, Miiiikeeeyyyy!” He calls out, causing both Hawk and Rathedon to turn their heads. “Hold on, I think he was talking to me,” Hawk says to Rathedon, before walking over calmly to Sanders and punching him in the face. Sanders responds in kind and soon the two are straight-up brawling again, ending with Sanders being whipped into the ropes and then clotheslined on his way back. Howell, meanwhile, is taking on Rathedon now, as he’s trying to push the smaller man over the ropes, but Michael’s having none of it, kicking the big guy in the face multiple times to get him to back off, which he does, and he jumps onto him, hitting the Death Blossom! Michael pants as he gets back to his feet, trying to toss Howell over, but Howell grabs the top rope, making it nearly impossible to get him over. Rathedon starts attacking his arms, trying to get him to let go, but Howell holds on. He grabs the smaller fellow, lifting him over his head into a Northern Lights Suplex! He looks out at the flaming table and realizes what he must do, getting a running start as he throws Rathedon out of the ring, but he lands on the apron, dangerously close to the flaming table. Howell runs at him, trying to get him out, but Rathedon pulls the rope down, causing Howell’s kick to backfire and him to sack himself on the top rope. Michael uses this opportunity to grab the rope and jerk it up and down, to cause as much damage as he possibly can, before stepping back into the ring, and Howell falls onto the mat clutching his crotch.)
JR Freeman: Oh, that’s gotta hurt!
Alfonso Banks: Yeah… doesn’t matter who you are, if you have a groin, you most likely just winced while watching that.
JR Freeman: That’s for damn sure, Alf!
Alfonso Banks: Howell’s not gonna be Howell-ing any time soon!
JR Freeman: That… what? Are you high again?
Alfonso Banks: That depends, JR, what state are we in?
JR Freeman: Oh, for the love of…
(Hawk attacks Jenn, hitting a German Suplex on her, before grabbing her for his uber-finisher the F-Bomb, but she elbows him in the head repeatedly and slips out of it. Grabbing him by the head, she uses the ropes to do a tilt-a-whirl DDT and, when he gets up, hits a roundhouse kick, setting up, before successfully hitting the Aussie Blackout! She picks him up, bringing him to the ropes, pushing on his chest to try and get him out of the match, but he holds onto the ropes so she can’t. He elbows her in the face a couple of times before tossing her out of the ring, but Ivory’s the one to hold on now, laying down on the apron as she holds the second rope, then the bottom rope. Hawk kicks at her hands, but he’s met with a running Bicycle Kick from Rathedon! Sanders is busy dealing with Howell, their intensities matching each other well as Howell hits a swinging neckbreaker onto the thumbtacks, but gets a face full of glass fist for his efforts. Sanders gets on top of Howell, punching him repeatedly until he’s busted open from the glass. Sanders, now covered in more blood than just his own, picks up Howell and drags him to the ropes, but Howell elbows him repeatedly, throwing him into the ropes instead, but Sanders simply bounces off and hits a running flying back-elbow, sending both competitors to the mat.)
(Micheal Rathedon keeps attacking Mike Hawk, locking in a Chicken Wing at one point, but Hawk manages to slip out of that and hit a big boot. He lifts Michael up, but Michael grabs Mike and hits a few European Uppercuts all in a row, stumbling Hawk. He’s about to follow up, but Hawk surprises him with an FYIA out of nowhere! He stands up, a big grin present on his face as he whips him into the turnbuckle, running after him and hitting him with a Spear, making the smaller man collapse down into the corner. Hawk grabs him and throws him over the top rope, seemingly eliminating him, but Rathedon’s resilient. Reaching out at the last possible second to grab the top rope, he hops back over, collapsing in the ring. The crowd seems to be behind him, but when Sanders gets into the picture they realize things aren’t going to go super well for Rathedon. The madman grabs Rathedon by the back of the head, untying the top turnbuckle pad, and rams the young man’s head into it repeatedly. He gets an idea, stopping what he’s doing and heading to the corner of the ring he’s kept the barbed wire in, coming back over and wrapping the exposed turnbuckle in barbed wire. He picks the now-bloodied Rathedon up again, to slam his head into it, but Michael reverses it, throwing Sanders into the turnbuckle and getting on the second rope, hitting 10 punches in a row. The crowd chants along: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! He jumps off, Sanders falling forward onto the mat as the crowd chants “This Match Rules!”, “This is Wrestling!” and “Fight Forever!” to all the competitors involved.)
JR Freeman: Well, the fans are certainly making their opinions known!
Alfonso Banks: Absolutely, as they should! We at Apex always want to know if we’re putting on a good show for you! So please let us know via the mediums of comments on our YouTube videos, Tweeting about us, and buying our merch!
JR Freeman: You corporate suck-up.
Alfonso Banks: It’s called upselling, JR. It’s a valuable skill.
(Dylan gets a bit of a time to shine now, as Hawk goes out of the ring under the ropes to rest up. Dylan steps back, taking a running start and leaping through the middle rope to take Hawk to the ground. He notices the flaming table has gone out and, walking over to it, he re-lights it. He grabs Hawk by the hair and runs him into the turnbuckle, knocking the funny man down as he clutches his face. Howell stomps on him, picking up the top half of the steel ring steps and smacking him with it repeatedly, before throwing those over the ropes into the ring. He picks Hawk up again and rolls him into the ring as well, hopping up to the apron and stepping in through the middle rope. Sanders sees the ring steps enter the ring and gets a terrible, wicked idea, giving some inaudible instructions to Dionysus, who hands him the mostly-empty bag of thumbtacks. Sanders dumps what’s remaining of the thumbtacks onto the steps. Michael Rathedon is his next victim, but as he goes to throw him onto the steps, he instead takes the Bite of Lucifer onto them!)
(Jenn and Dylan Howell fight for a bit, both getting out onto the apron, with Jenn having put Dylan there via springboard headscissors, then him keeping her there as well. They’re fighting above the recently re-lit table, exchanging blows. Dylan hits, then Jenn hits, then Dylan hits, then Jenn hits. Jennifer grabs Dylan for a DDT, but Dylan breaks out of that and hits Jenn with a stiff shot that almost sends her out of the ring but not quite. She wobbles but holds on, hitting a kick on Dylan that makes him wobble, but he doesn’t quite fall out. Mike Hawk tries to run over and eliminate both of them, but he gets both of their fists in his chest for his trouble. Just as they both turn back to each other, though, Dylan grabs Jenn in a gorilla press, looking for the D.O.A.!)
JR Freeman: No… he can’t be thinking…
Alfonso Banks: I think he is!
JR Freeman: He’s crazy!
Alfonso Banks: Well yes, have you MET him!?
(Sure enough, he follows through into the D.O.A. out of the ring, through the flaming table! The audience explodes, a huge surge of cheers followed by chants of “HOL-Y SHIT! HOL-Y SHIT!” and “THAT WAS CRAZY!” followed by 5 claps. Both people are eliminated, both feet having touched the floor after that insane spot.)
(In the ring, Michael Rathedon takes this time to hit a shining wizard on Ally, with Hawk fighting Sanders. Alexandra goes down, and Michael locks in Asphyxia! Alex starts to fade fairly quickly, but she manages to break the hold, countering with a Bow to the Queen! She breathes heavily, picking him up and trying to pick him up for Apocalypse over the ropes, but he turns it into a hurricanrana, almost dumping her out but not quite managing to. Sanders meanwhile hits a tornado DDT on Hawk, followed by a standing legdrop, focusing all of his efforts on trying to break the bigger man. He whips Hawk into the corner, getting on top of him and hitting 10 consecutive punches, the fans counting along. After the 10, he gets onto the turnbuckle, getting Hawk onto it too, looking to push him off onto the thumbtack-covered steel steps, but Hawk manages to come to, grabbing Sanders and hitting, onto the same steps, the CTEmergency!)
JR Freeman: Oh, dear lord!
Alfonso Banks: Don’t you mean “Dios Mio”?
JR Freeman: Sorry, that was a genuine reaction, I didn’t have the wherewithal to use my catchphrase.
Alfonso Banks: No, no, I get it.
(Both men are down, Sanders is writhing, and Rathedon uses this opportunity, picking up Sanders and tossing him over the top rope, but he lands in the awaiting arms of The Mad God. Dionysus brings Sanders to another side of the ring, rolling him back into the ring. Michael Rathedon, deciding he’s had enough of this, rolls under the bottom rope and goes right up to Dionysus. Despite the 15-inch height difference, Rathedon isn’t backing down. Dionysus picks him up by the throat, running him into one of the turnbuckles, but that doesn’t deter the small man, who sweeps Dio’s legs while he’s on the ground, tripping him up and dropping him to his knees. Rathedon heads up to the apron, running up to him and hitting a dropkick to the back of Dionysus’ head, making the bigger man stumble, then follows up with a shining wizard, followed shortly thereafter by Nosferatu, finally making The Horseman of Death fall. Rathedon does a lap around the ring, newly energized, before sliding back into the ring and going all-out on Alexandra Calaway, hitting punch after punch, followed by an Emerald Flowsion! With Alex now bloodied, he picks her up, tossing her over the ropes, but she holds on. He rebounds off the ropes, looking for a bicycle kick, but Calaway ducks underneath, lifting him above her head, but he slides out to the side, landing him on the apron too. The two exchange blows, Calaway lifting Rathedon up in the air and hitting Apocalypse into the ring!)
(Hawk stands up before Sanders, using the ropes as leverage, but Sanders is soon up too, not wanting to give Hawk the satisfaction of eliminating him. He grins wickedly, taunting Hawk with his hands, making a “Come on!” sort of motion, and he does, going for a bulldog, but when he grabs Sanders for it, the Snake of Eden pushes him off, grabbing Hawk by the hair and slamming his head into the steel steps repeatedly, most of the thumbtacks off of it, most of them embedded into Sanders’ back and shoulders. Both men are bloody, and the steps are being covered in blood as both men wrestle near and around them. Sanders gets Hawk laying face- up on the steps, then climbing the turnbuckle and hitting the Total Eclipse! Neither of them have anything left, they both lay there for a significant amount of time.)
(Calaway and Rathedon are still going at it, Ally hitting a spinning kick on Michael, making him fall to the mat. Nobody has anything left to give at this point. Michael’s second wind has petered out, and Calaway knows this, taking a rest, even falling to one knee as she tries to keep some semblance of verticality. Michael Rathedon gets up, woozy, and runs at Alex, hoping for a Bite of Lucifer, but Alex trips him into the ropes, going over to him and locking in On Death’s Door! Michael immediately starts tapping, but nothing comes of it, as Calaway wrenches on the hold. Rathedon tries to break the hold, but to no avail. Rathedon, who should have passed out by now, instead is still conscious and fighting. He’s clearly got the fans behind him, and Ally sighs, exasperated, picking him up and tossing him out of the ring. He holds onto the top rope, on the apron, but he has nothing left, and a few vicious right hands make him fall to the floor, the third-to-last elimination.)
Alfonso Banks: Wow, Rathedon lasted a LONG time!
JR Freeman: Indeed he did, as he deserved to, but now we’re down to our final 3! Who will win this!?
Alfonso Banks: Well, we’ve got a madman, a vicious attacker, a determined young spirit… and then Hawk and Calaway.
JR Freeman: True, Sanders has that fire, but that might not be enough, especially with the punishment he’s endured!
(Sanders runs at Hawk, but this time Calaway interrupts, hitting an STO on Hawk before Sanders can. Sanders, not really liking that she’s stealing his prey, starts targeting Ally, hitting her with a springboard enzuigiri and following up on that with a diving legdrop, targeting her throat specifically. He sets Calaway up on the steel steps, heading up to the top again as he jumps off for a Total Eclipse, but Hawk catches him in mid-air with an FYIA outta nowhere! Hawk, giving a look like “I can’t believe I just got away with that,” then picks Sanders up and tries throwing him over the top, but Sanders counters him in defiance by exiting the ring through the ropes instead, hopping out to the floor, since Hawk then can’t eliminate him. Hawk follows him out of the ring, sliding under the ropes, as he grabs Sanders by the head, slamming his face into the audience barricade. The bloody Sanders falls to the ground as Hawk struggles to remain standing. He picks up Sanders, whipping him into the turnbuckle from the outside, but when he goes to pick him up again Sanders bites his hand and hits him with a low blow, before heading to the apron and diving off with a phoenix splash! He gets up, grabbing a chair from under the ring and sliding back into the ring to meet with Calaway, but Hawk gets back up and follows him.)
(Calaway’s awaiting Sanders when he slides back in. She’s taken the time they were out of the ring to push the steel steps out of the ring, clearing it for the 3 of them to get maximum mobility. Sanders runs at Calaway with the chair, but she grabs it from him, which is fine for the Sadman Madman because he uses this opportunity to kick it directly into her face, making her fall to the mat. Hawk grabs Ally and uses this opportunity to throw her out of the ring! Though she manages to only hit the apron, and Hawk has to knock her out of the ring, which he’s doing, until Sanders runs over and smacks him with the chair. Hawk falls to the mat, Sanders barely able to stand himself, and the Lost Cause hits him multiple times with the chair across the body. Calaway runs over to him but she gets a chair shot too.)
Alfonso Banks: Sanders is like the Oprah of steel chairs! And YOU get a chair shot! And YOU get a chair shot!
JR Freeman: “The Oprah of steel chairs”!?
Alfonso Banks: Look, this match has been going on for 40 minutes, I’m running out of material.
JR Freeman: That’s assuming you had any to start with!
Alfonso Banks: Hey! …That’s fair.
(Sanders lays the steel chair across Hawk’s chest and neck, climbing up to the top rope, hoping to end things with a dangerous move, as he is want to do, but as he jumps off, Hawk moves and Sanders hits a Total Eclipse of the Soul to precisely nothing, crashing and burning to the mat below. All 3 competitors are down, but Hawk is the first one up, and utilizes the opportunity well! He picks Sanders up, bringing him to the turnbuckle, and getting him in position for the F-Bomb! He moves to the center of the ring, where a few lone thumbtacks still remain, and he gets all of the move!)
JR Freeman: F-Bomb! Hawk drops the F-Bomb!
Alfonso Banks: Holy shit, he could actually do it! He could win the presidency!
JR Freeman: What?
Alfonso Banks: I mean… Battle Royal. He could win the Battle Royal.
(Hawk wipes some of the blood from his brow as he grabs Sanders, who’s very decidedly not in any position to fight back, and, finding a part of the ring where Dionysus isn’t, tosses Sanders out of the ring, to the floor below!)
Alfonso Banks: We’re down to 2! Sanders is gone!
JR Freeman: Dios Mio! Cleo Philips will either be fighting Mike Hawk or Alexandra Calaway at Rise to Glory! One of these two will be getting a shot at the Apex world title!
(As Hawk looks out at Sanders, he celebrates in the ring like he just won the match, screaming “Finally!” as he drops to his knees. Dionysus helps Sanders to his feet, waking him up, and as Sanders comes to and realizes what happened, he’s FURIOUS. He fights against Dionysus’ large grasp to no avail, trying to get back into the ring to make Hawk break, but his efforts are in vain as he’s too weak to stand on his own, let alone keep fighting. Hawk makes his fingers into a gun shape, blowing off the tip of it.)
(As Hawk is celebrating, suddenly Alexandra Calaway, whom the President of Pro Wrestling forgot about, runs up behind him and flips him over the top rope, winning her the match!)
Alfonso Banks: No! Dammit!
JR Freeman: Alexandra wins! Calaway is going to Rise to Glory to face Cleo Philips!
(Hawk looks bewildered, looking up at Calaway, who looks back down at him, in turn, and he pauses for a moment. People think they might come to blows, but soon Hawk shrugs, audibly saying “At least I beat Sadnuts”, before climbing up onto the apron and extending a hand to Calaway, which she takes, and the two shake hands. “You got me,” he says, “Well done,” before stepping off the apron and walking to the back, leaving Ally to celebrate, and celebrate she does. Pumping her fist in the air, before looking into the camera and saying “I’ll see you there, Cleo”.
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner… ALEXANDRAAAAA CAAAALAWAAAAYYY!!
(“Wicked Ways” by Halestorm plays as Alex celebrates her victory. Soon after, a referee slides into the ring, raising her hand, but she pulls away from him, instead doing it herself, though she has trouble standing on her own, mostly using the ropes for leverage as her victory really sinks in, the blood pouring down her face a reminder of the turmoil she went through.)
WINNER - ALEXANDRA CALAWAY
JR Freeman: What a wild ride that match was!
Alfonso Banks: No kidding, JR, all 10 people thoroughly deserved that title shot, and I’m sure they’ll all get one in due time!
JR Freeman: Indeed, once the champion is determined I’m certain one of the people from this match will be the first contender!
Alfonso Banks: I certainly hope so! Any of those matches would be top dollar! Plus, it’s a chance to see Cleo Philips again, and I’m entirely in favour of that!
JR Freeman: Alf, don’t be creepy. Well, thanks for watching, everyone! We hope to see you all at Rise to Glory!
Alfonso Banks: This has been PWS: Apex Riot! We’ll see you at Rise to Glory, only on Pay-Per-View!
JR Freeman: Good night, everyone!
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