Post by Josiah Cena on Aug 18, 2022 19:15:18 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Riot
Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Rogers Arena - Vancouver, Canada
Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Rogers Arena - Vancouver, Canada
(The show comes on the air with David Shane and Max Sheppard standing in the ring. We hear the voice of JR Freeman.)
JR Freeman: Good evening, ladies and getns. JR Freeman here, and we’re joining you ahead of the hour, with David Shane and Max Sheppard already in the ring!
(The camera cuts to the ring, as David picks up a mic.)
David Shane: Goooood evening, Vancouver!
Max Sheppard: So glad to have you all with us, tonight.
David Shane: So… I’m out here tonight with some… news. I would like to call my Co-Owner and COO Star Stormz out to the ring to join us. Star… if you please?
(Star comes out and walks down to the ring at a brisk pace, with a confused look on her face. She gets a mic herself and stands across the ring from David and Max.)
Star Stormz: What’s going on?
David Shane: Well, after a few things that have happened while you were in power, the board has launched an investigation into some of your decisions. On your watch we had the World Title vacated, the Tag Titles have been vacated, several superstars have left after only one match, and you have people on your roster laying their hands on you. This has the board… concerned about your abilities.
(Star looks confused.)
Star Stormz: Things I had no control over… what is this about David?
(He takes in a deep breath before continuing.)
David Shane: Look, I tried my best to defend you against the board, but it was just not enough. I really hate to do this to you, Star. But while the investigation is ongoing… I have to suspend you.
(The fans let out a loud gasp followed by boo’s. Max himself seems shocked at the announcement.)
Star Stormz: Are you kidding me? You can’t suspend me from my own company!!!
David Shane: Oh, not your Co-Owner status. Just your COO status. I’m sure everything will work out. You just gotta… ride this out.
Star Stormz: This can’t be happening…
(She turns to Max.)
Star Stormz: Surely there’s something you can do?
(David cuts Max off, before he can say anything.)
David Shane: I’m who brought Max back in, so he has to answer to me, and I answer to the board. There’s nothing he, or I, can do. I’m really sorry, I hate that it has come to this.
Star Stormz: No. This is bullshit and I do not accept it!
David Shane: I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. The suspension is effective immediately. Max, would you be so kind as to escort Star to get her things and then out of the building?
(Max hesitates for a second, but then looks at Star, gives a little “I’m sorry” before leading her out of the ring, as a “Please Don’t Go” chant starts to echo throughout the arena. The cameras get one last look of a tear-filled Star, before she turns to go through the curtains, as the cameras cut to the opening video package for Riot.)
(After the opening video package plays, we cut to the arena, where we see JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Uh..well..um…good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I know we’ve only just come on the air…but we just had a bombshell dropped on us.
Alfonso Banks: David Shane just showed up and suspended Star Stormz! From outta nowhere!
JR Freeman: I don’t know what kind of repercussions this will bring, and we do hope to get more on this developing story as it progresses. For now, I’m being told we are taking things backstage, where…and I can’t believe I’m saying this… Star Stormz is being escorted out of the building.
(The camera cuts to the backstage area, where we see Max Sheppard walking with Star Storm, as they make their way through the hallway. They pass a number of superstars along the way, before they make it to the door to lead outside the building. They stop, as Star turns to Max, her eyes still welling with tears that she is trying her best to hold back.)
Star Stormz: I… Please don’t do this. Please? I didn’t do anything wrong!
Max Sheppard: I really honestly wish there was something I COULD do. But...I JUST came back, I can’t really stand against David AND the board.
(Star sighs, defeated.)
Star Stormz: I know, I know. I can’t ask you to risk your career to save mine while mine goes down the toilet. I’ll be back, I promise. Nothing can keep me away from this place.
Max Sheppard: I know. I’m sure this will all get worked out.
Star Stormz: Just…please, try and get that done about the titles we talked about? I don’t want
that to get changed.
Max Sheppard: I’ll see what I can do. I’m also gonna look more into everything.
(She then walks through the door into the parking lot.)
(The cameras cut back to the arena, where we see JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Something has been brewing tonight, Alf. And I do NOT have a good feeling about it.
Alfonso Banks: Something’s brewing, JR. I have a bad feeling about it…
JR Freeman: You mean how like our co-founder was just suspended? How the only boss we’ve had constantly for months was just kicked out the door? No, I don’t have a good feeling about it either. I swear-wait…what? What the hell!? GET A CAMERA BACK THERE!
(Almost as if they were cued, we hear beastly engines ROAR to life as rubber peels out and it sounds like an entire Demolition Derby was ascending on the arena…
…because one…WAS.)
Alfonso Banks: NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS A BAD DREAM!!!
JR Freeman: ALF WE…WE KNOW THOSE CARS!!!
(Indeed it was the once familiar sight of the monstrous and hideously awesome modified ramblers that used to herald the arrival of Mack McKane!)
JR Freeman: But why!? What do they want, Alf!?
Alfonso Banks: I don’t know but I WAS PROMISED HE RETIRED!
(As the familiar main monstrosity roars to a halt in front of the cloud of dust we see two figures…one averaged size and one rather large…but they are wearing hoods and hockey masks. And before we can get a good look at them, the cloud of dust consumes the parking lot and all we hear is bodies collapsing and a door swinging open.)
JR Freeman: My bad feelings…have just gotten worse.
(As the next match is preparing to commence, the lights kick out before the bell can ring to start the match. The entire arena starts buzzing as a DAZZLING spotlight illuminates straight downward onto the arena. Where suddenly we see security…has been overrun. And hopping the barricades are all shapes and sizes of men and women. Familiarly clad…The Freaks had invaded Riot.)
JR Freeman: SOMEBODY’S GOTTA GET OUT HERE!
Alfonso Banks: CALL THE COPS!
(In a flicker of the lights, suddenly the victims in the ring found themselves beset amongst an absolute mammoth of humanity. Seething behind the mask and under the hood…we watch the behemoth crush their skulls together as he grabbed the legs of one of the bodies and swung with GREAT power crashing them onto their opponent.)
Alfonso Banks: WHOEVER this is, he just beat a person USING a person!
JR Freeman: I can only think of a few people in the history of this company that can do that…NONE of them do you ever wanna meet in a dark alley.
(The mammoth picks the closest writhing body to him and he wraps their arms in the ropes to make them witness what he’s about to do. He turns and picks up the nearly lifeless other opponent before throwing them up in a fireman’s position…and hitting the Pop-Up Powerslam!)
JR Freeman: I WAS AFRAID OF THAT.
Alfonso Banks: WAIT BUT…WHAT!?
(The hood has flown back and the mask has come ajar with the ferocity he delivered it with so as he slowly stands and turns to the ensnared opponent, he calmly reaches off and takes the mask off his trembling face to reveal it is indeed the man once known as Slappy McGoo.)
JR Freeman: WHAT THE HELL!?!?
(Slappy leans over absolutely snarling in the trembling competitor's face before standing and turning to look…at the top of the entrance ramp. When a calm beat with a radio antennae harmonizes over the top of it we see all The Freakz start bobbing their heads as fire engulfs the entrance ramp…a twelve foot long elevated platform slowly rises through the flames. 7 men. All with their backs turned to the ring as they bop in unison to the opening of “Rowdy” by Yelawolf, DJ Paul, and MGK as the platform reaches its end, as if on cue, six of the men…three on each side of the one in the middle, start criss-crossing flipping down the entrance ramp as the man in the middle slowly starts to swagger his way to the ring. He climbs up on the apron. He’s athletic, and he’s masked, but peculiarly…
…this is clearly NOT…Mack McKane.
JR Freeman: I don't like this poor kid's chances of walking outta here on their own tonight.
(The figure holds a thumbs up out and on cue, all of The Freakz mimic. Slappy paces like a feral beast…as the figure moves the thumb to his throat and motions for him to end it. Slappy roars with a pain authors could only dream of capturing, this clearly isn’t like him, but regardless he pries the helpless pretty out of the ring ropes and gives them three VICIOUS headbutts until they’re both covered…we can't tell if it’s theirs, Slappys, or both. Before he crosses their arms and deadlifts them up planting them with the stiffest Gonzo Bomb you could ever imagine. There’s a sickening crack as Slappy kinda cradles them for a moment like he wishes he could take it back…but then angrily, he throws the unconscious body away from him. He’s on one knee breathing heavily and looking immensely conflicted…as the man enters the ring and places a hand on his shoulder. Slappy stands up and looks at him nodding. He turns to the side as the man turns towards the hard camera producing a microphone.)
Man: For the better part of a decade. You people…took this man for granted. Just like you took ME for granted! Our message…WILL be clear.
(The man throws off the hood and slowly removes the mask as the fans absolutely gasp in disbelief and confusion…as Jesse Russow glares into the lens. A massive “HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out as Jesse pulls Slap close and presses his forehead to his.)
Jesse Russow: WHO ARE YOU.
Slaps: I…am Viktor Crowley.
Jesse Russow: There IS no Slappy McGoo anymore. That stupid monicker is DEAD. Herbert Whipplebottom III? Get that fucking trash out of here! Slappy McGoo met an unfortunate fate! He ran INTO!?
Slaps: Slaps. Slaps McKill.
(Jesse smirks and pats his cheek.)
Jesse Russow: Good man. You’re a good fuckin’ man. And you people? You get the honor of watching. As the two most underrated wrestlers in this company’s HISTORY decide whether we want to do you the favor of restoring the former glory of this now shithole…or do we wanna be the strychnine that puts you down for GOOD? And you have NO ONE…that can stop us.
(Jesse clicks his teeth and winks as Slaps holds the ropes open for him as he Iverson steps over one of Slaps victims and they exit to “Rowdy” by Yelawolf, DJ Paul, and MGK.)
JR Freeman: This might be…the LAST thing PWS needed.
Alfonso Banks: In one way or another…I guess we’ll find out!
(The scene switches backstage in a hallway corridor, we see Jenn and Gracie walking around. Jenn is holding the tag title over her shoulder but she’s not really happy to have it, but she’s going to make the best of it. Gracie is walking next to her..)
Gracie Lopez: That injury to your sister sucks, she was doing so well too. She was starting to find her place in this company, only to have the rug pulled out from under her.
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: Yeah, when it happened, I knew she tore everything in that knee. I saw it happen before to one of my friends back in my cheerleading days, and then the MRI came in, and yeah, it was my worst fear for her.
Gracie Lopez: Happened with on the most basic moves too, something we’ve done thousands of times, I guess it just shows that injuries can happen at any time to anyone, it could have been us!
(Jenn nods her head in agreement, but deep down she knows it’s selfish but they have to move on with their own careers, it’s just the 2 of them again like it was in the “old” days for a while.
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: This may sound selfish but we have to move forward, we can’t blame ourselves for her injury, it happened. We have to get over it….
Gracie Lopez: Right, it’s not selfish at all. All it does is put us in a bind, but you and I have been here before. You’ve had my back since day one, and vice versa. Listen, I’m happy you took my advice and won that tag title, it looks good on you.
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: It’s not what I wanted BUT I’m not going to bitch and moan, i realize it’s an opportunity they gave me, and I’m going to make the best of it, I could sit here and make everyone’s life a living hell, and bitch out everyone in the process.
Gracie Lopez: We don’t want that to happen, and honestly? Do you have how many titles I had before I got the one I wanted? Let’s start with the women’s title shall we? Did you really think I wanted that? I didn’t, but I was forced to because back in those days people were still skittish about men facing women, so I held that title for a year until they closed that place because they couldn’t find anybody for me and I was part of that drama too….
(Jenn nods her head as she remembers that time back in the late 2010s)
Gracie Lopez: The point of that story is, if I can hold on to something for that long, you can do it too. Just wear it with pride, i know it’s not your “perfect” partner, but you have to deal with it, I shouldn’t have to tell you that.
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: I know, and during that time it was a struggle for you because people didn’t want to recognize your talent until you made them. But you’re right, I will wear this championship with pride, and I may bitch and moan about it but it’s the way it has to be, I’m thrilled that you’re finding these worlds of confidence, you’re sounding more like your dad more and more each week, it’s fantastic.
Gracie Lopez: You have that motivational stuff too, just dig deep down, my grandpa taught both of us that, I think you keep forgetting that.
Jenn Makarios-Lopez: You’re right, Jorge did teach us that. Cmon let’s go, let’s see what’s going on with the show.
(The scene cuts out.)
The cameras open on Z-Money already in the ring, huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face, and microphone in hand, before he even speaks, the crowd starts in with the chants.
Crowd: WE WANT CLEO!!! WE WANT CLEO!!
Z laughs to himself, before finally finding a window to begin speaking.
Z-Money: I know, I know, don’t worry the champ will be here in just a moment. I’m not gonna take up too much of your time, but this is a big moment and we gotta do this right, ya’ll cool with that?
The crowd cheers in response, as Z continues.
Z-Money: You know, Cleo and I celebrated big after Rise to Glory, and we’re keeping the party going tonight for each and every one of you. It’s been a long road to get here, and you all stood behind Cleo every step of the way, and hell y’all allowed me to tag along for the ride, we appreciate that, and we appreciate you. Now I promised not to take up too much time, I know who you really want to hear from, so…
Z-Money takes a moment to clear his throat.
Z-Money: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, BOYS AND GIRLS, PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME, THE NEWWWWWW PWS WORLD CHAMPION, “THE BODY SNATCHER” CLEEEOOOO PHILLIPS!!!!!
The lights in the arena dim, and spotlight shines on a gospel choir on the stage, as the crowd settles down, the choir begins singing with enough soul to fill the entire arena.
Well, we're moving on up to the East side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Moving on up to the East side
We finally got a piece of the pie
The cameras cut between shots of the choir members, and some of Z-Money dancing in the ring.
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta trying
Just to get up that hill
A few more shots of the choir, and some shots of members of the crowd dancing as well
Now we're up in the big leagues
Getting our turn at bat
As long as we live, it's you and me baby
There ain't nothing wrong with that
Well, we're moving on up…..
Suddenly, Gangstas Paradise blasts over the PA system, interrupting the choir, as the split apart, revealing Cleo Phillips with the World Championship sported proudly on her shoulder, the crowd erupts into cheers as confetti rains from the rafters.
The crowd continues to show support, as Cleo makes her way to the ring, making sure to stop and pose for a couple lucky young fans at ringside. Once kin the ring, she and Z share a hug and she takes in the adulation for a few moments before raising a hand to quiet the crowd down.
Cleo: Yooo, started from the bottom now we’re here, am I right?
The crowd cheers in response.
Cleo Phillips: Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy getting here, and Alexandra Calaway will be a champion here someday, but that day isn’t now, because this is now the era of The Body Snatcher, the era of Cleo Phillips, and I hope to be one of the best PWS World Champions in history. This championship on my shoulder, is proof that hard work does pay off, and dreams do come true.
Alfonso Banks: I gotta say, the championship looks great on my queen.
JR Freeman: She definitely earned it Alf.
Cleo Phillips: I stand here as an inspiration for those who feel hopeless, those who feel they have no future, because I used to think the same way. I thought all I had was gang-banging, car jacking, multiple robberies. I was wrong, but if I had to go back and change any of it I wouldn’t, because all of that made me stronger, and built me into the champion I am today. I had to travel through some dark valleys, to reach the light at the end, but I made it through and now I stand before you as your NEW PWS WORLD CHAMPION.
That riles up the crowd again, they clam back down after a few moments.
Cleo Phillips: So I guess all I can say now, is who’s next? Who’s going to be the first to try and dethrone me? There’s a whole lot of contenders lined up back there, and a giant target on my back, I may have been the gunner of my crew back in the day, but now everybody’s gonna be pointing their guns at me, and I’m ready for it, and it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been a target.
Z-Money: True that.
Cleo Phllips: I’m not going to be so bold to say I’ll be champion forever, but I won’t be making it easy on anyone. See, now I have to BE a champion and that means pushing myself harder than I have before, working harder and doing right by the company that gave me the chance to get here in the first place. They believe in me, you all believe in me and I won’t be letting any of you down. I won’t throw this opportunity away, I will use it to grow even more so I can be the best possible champion I can be, not just for myself, but for all of you and everyone else who believed in me.
The crowd cheers some more.
Cleo Phillips: So be ready, because I will be. I’ll be ready for whatever challenge is thrown my way. Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top.
Z-Money: ….and she gonna shine homies, till her heart stop.
Cleo Phillips: That’s right, this is my time, I am your PWS World Champion, and the era of The Body Snatcher has only just begun, so everyone strap in because WE, are going to rise up and WE are going to…
Crowd: SET IT OFF!!!!!
Cleo drops the mic and smiles, raising the championship high, Z-Money claps as the crowd shows more adulation, before the duo exits, heads held high to “Gangstas Paradise”.
Alfonso Banks: Well, the new champ certainly seems ready for the future.
JR Freeman: She sure does, but I wouldn’t expect any less from Cleo Phillips.
Alfonso Banks: True that Freeman, whoever she faces next is going to have to raise their game, because my queen has clearly raised hers.
PWS: APEX RADIO
COMING SOON
COMING SOON
Singles Match
El Landerson vs. “Mad King” Jack Daniels
(The match starts with Landerson moving around the ring, avoiding Daniels, as he tries to find an opening. Landerson and Daniels spend a few minutes going through a chain of counters and reversals, all in high paced action.)
JR Freeman: I gotta say, Landerson is actually looking somewhat impressive tonight. I mean, granted, it’s this is Daniel’s first match, but still.
Alfonso Banks: What’s that saying? Even a blind squirrel can find a nut once in a while? I think it fits here.
JR Freeman: Maybe so, but if he can manage to get the win here, he could maybe try to build on that momentum.
Alfonso Banks: Or just go ask staff for a title shot he doesn’t deserve? That seems to be his go-to.
JR Freeman: Come on, Alf…
(The match continues with Daniels getting some momentum going. He is able to deliver a few big moves, and has Landerson reeling. He gets him on his knees, and goes for the Kill Joke, but Landerson manages to turn right before the stomp, and rolls Daniels into an ankle lock! Landerson falls down on the lock, creating more pressure. Daniels scrambles for a few seconds, as the move caught him completely by surprise. But, after a moment of scrambling, he has no choice but to tap, as the bell sounds.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh my God! I can’t believe it!
JR Freeman: He did it! Good for Landerson!
(Landerson immediately jumps up, and starts celebrating. He is absolutely ecstatic, as the ref raises his hand. The crowd gives him a nice reaction, as he rolls out of the ring to celebrate with them.)
JR Freeman: Okay, that might be a bit much.
Alfonso Banks: Easy kid, its only one match. Reel it back in.
Winner EL LANDERSON
(Landerson is still celebrating with the crowd, giving high fives and hugs to any of the fans who want one. The moment is a jubilant one, albeit maybe a bit overexaggerated. Suddenly, the mood switches in an instant, when Landerson is attacked from behind, as the fan wearing the luchador mask from Rise to Glory jumps the barricade, and starts viciously attacking Landerson.)
JR Freeman: What the hell?? Get someone out here now!
Alfonso Banks: I thought he was a fan of Landerson’s!
(The man gets Landerson back in the ring, and gets him up to his feet, before grabbing him and dropping him with a Pumphandle Flatliner!)
JR Freeman: Wait…that move looked familiar…
(The man stands over the fallen Landerson, looking out at the crowd. He reaches up, and slowly pulls on his mask to reveal….)
Alfonso Banks: Wait…that’s…that’s Max Delgado!
JR Freeman: We haven’t seen him in…God who knows how long?
Alfonso Banks: But why now? Why Landerson?
(The boos rain down, as Max takes it all in. He looks down at Landerson, gives a shrug to the camera, as we can see him say “fuck it” before he gets Landerson in the Cattle Mutilation submission. Landerson is frantically trying to tap, as officials and security FINALLY rush the ring. They get Delgado out of the ring, who has a twisted smirk on his face. The fans continue to boo, when suddenly, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva starts to play, and we see Max Sheppard come out onto the stage.)
JR Freeman: This should be interesting.
Alfonso Banks: Here comes papa! See what he’s going to do to Max here.
(Sheppard gets to where Max is standing, and starts yelling at him, pointing and ordering him to go backstage. The two have a bit of a shouting match, before Delgado finally lets off, and starts to make his way up the ramp. Sheppard gets in the ring, and checks with the trainers who are tending to Landerson. He then goes over and asks for a microphone.)
JR Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, we have to take a commercial break. But when we come back, it looks like we are going to be hearing from Max Sheppard!
(The show goes to commercial with the trainers helping Landerson out of the ring.)
Sin City Wrestling presents Violent Conduct VIII
Sunday, September 4, 2022
Indira Gandhi Arena - New Delhi, India
Sunday, September 4, 2022
Indira Gandhi Arena - New Delhi, India
(We come back from commercial, with Max Sheppard still in the ring.)
Max Sheppard: I want to apologize for the actions of Max Delgado. That attack will be dealt with accordingly. But, that’s not why I’m out here. I’m out here to address some issues we have…well…one issue we have. And that is our current tag-team champions, and the tag division as a whole.
(Max starts to pace around the ring.)
Max Sheppard: For what seems to be like…months now, we have had trouble building this division. We have had spits when we’d have the numbers to fill a full division. But, more often than not, we don’t. And now, we have a team of champions who don’t…really want the titles. They were just thrown together to “see if they could co-exist”...that’s not how that’s supposed to work. So, Star and I talked…ya know, before she got suspended. I guess you could consider this her last act, and something I’ve already cleared it with David. So, would Jennifer Makarios-Lopez and Dylan Howell please come to the ring.
(Without any music, Jenn and Dylan come out through the curtain, both with extremely confused looks on their faces. They both have their titles on their shoulders.)
Max Sheppard: So, the reason I brought you out here, is we are hereby placing the tag-team titles on hiatus, and vacating them for the time being.
(Dylan and Jenn both give a “what the hell”look.)
Max Sheppard: You are both being given a reward to recognize your accomplishment. So, Jenn..you’ll be challenging for the United Title at Dishonored. Dylan, you’ll be challenging for the Collateral Damage championship.
(Jenn and Dylan both nod, liking what they hear.)
Max Sheppard: Now…actually, no. We’re not doing this here. I was supposed to have you come out here and hand over the titles, but we can do that backstage. I’m not putting you through that. Let’s go.
(With that, they all start to make their way backstage.)
(We cut to the back, where we see Max Delgado watching a monitor, shaking his head in disgust, when Claire Anderson walks up to him.)
Claire Anderson: Max, Max…care to elaborate what that was out there?
Max Delgado: That? That was…weeks of frustration being let out. That was day after day of creative saying “we have nothing for you right now.” That was being sick and fucking tired of the empty promises that I’d actually be getting to do what I love here. That was the I’m done with “being a team player” and the “not making too big a scene of myself.” Like I was told when I came in. You see, I've had enough of the damn hypocrisy. They go on and on about how they want us to be passionate about our job. How they want to see us with emotion and all that shit. Yet, the minute Heather Haze shows some of that pasion, and emotion? She gets suspended indefinitely. I don’t really agree with her on much, but that’s some bullshit.
(Just then, we hear a voice from the distance, as Josiah Cena walks into the shot.)
Max Delgado: What’s this? Dad couldn’t face me so he sent you?
Josiah Cena: David sent me, so you best watch your mouth, kid.
Max Delgado: Or what? You’ll suspend me like they did Heather?
Josiah Cena: You didn’t strike a PWS official, so no. You’re not suspended. I am here to inform you, however, that because of your actions. You will have a match on next Riot.
Max Delgado: Bout damn time! That’s only what I’ve been asking for.
Josiah Cena: It’s going to be you in a 2-on-1 Handicap match against the Landersons.
(Max lets out a chuckle.)
Max Delgado: Might as well just have given me the night off. That’s gonna be easy.
Josiah Cena: This isn’t to be considered a reward for your actions. I would suggest you train, and know that you can’t just do whatever the hell you want, because next time, you might not get away so unscathed.
(Max steps close to Cena, looking at him dead in the eyes.)
Max Delgado: Is that a threat?
Josiah Cena: Consider it…some advice.
(We cut away, as Max and Cena are staring at each other.)
Singles Match
Alexandra Calaway vs. Richard Rider
(The match starts off with Calaway keeping the pace fast and keeping Rider on his toes. She doesn’t allow him to get much offense in before she drops him with a Bow to The Queen and goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3??? NO! KICKOUT
(Rider kicked out at the last possible second and the match continues. Calaway keeps the pressure on, not letting Rider get any offense in.)
Alfonso Banks: Alexandra Calaway is just not letting up.
JR Freeman: Seems that she is making Rider her bitch!
(Rider slides out of the ring to try and get some separation. Calaway gets the crowd riled up and Rider slips in the ring and goes for a surprise roll up!)
1… KICKOUT
(Calaway gets to her feet and glares at Rider.)
Alfonso Banks: Uh oh… he’s done it now..
(Calaway grabs Rider and delivers a hard Apocalypse and goes for the pin!)
1…
2…
3!!!
WINNER - ALEXANDRA CALAWAY
(A video begins playing on the tron as Percy Clay can be seen standing in front of two individuals dressed for a fight.)
Percy Clay: Good evening, my name is Percy Clay and I am pleased to inform everyone about The Hell Hounds. They are a team looking for a fresh start and they have come to PWS for that reason. They have no problem working their way up the rank.
(Percy Clay nods as Jester Bailey and Grog Tusktooth stands behind him.)
Grog: What you looking at Percy?
Jester: Grog, darling, don't crowd him. I'm sure he has a perfect explanation.
Percy: The Hounds are coming.
(Percy smiles as the video slowly fades to black.)
*THE FOLLOWING SCENE WAS CAPTURED A FEW DAYS AFTER RISE TWO GLORY AIRED*
(The cameras cut to the back in Laura’s office where PWS:APEX United Champion Alexis Makarios was sitting… by herself. She has the United Title sitting in her lap as she sits there quietly. Laura walks in while talking on her phone.)
Laura Phoenix: I’ll probably be a little bit late… I just have this bad feeling…
(She sees Alexis and stops in her tracks)
Laura Phoenix: I’ll have to call you back…
(She hangs up her phone and puts it in her pocket as she makes her way to her desk.)
Laura Phoenix: Hey, Alexis. What can I do for you?
(Laura sits in her chair as Alexis lets out a deep sigh, without taking her eyes off the United Title.)
Alexis Makarios: I just… I don’t know. I know Heather did a lot of bad things lately but… isn’t suspending her for being upset a little… harsh?
(Laura shakes her head, venting a little air out her nose audibly.)
Laura Phoenix: Venting your frustrations is one thing. Attacking the champion, an official, AND a member of staff because of it… is unacceptable. We’ve turned a blind eye to a lot of her actions lately and frankly… There's just too much shit going on right now to even worry about what trouble Heather Haze is getting into or causing. If it were up to me, she wouldn’t have even gotten the shot she did at Rise To Glory after effectively ruining the United Title match at Destiny…
Alexis Makarios: I… I get that. But she was really wronged. I shouldn’t be sitting here as the United Champion. I just… I shouldn't.
Laura Phoenix: Look, Lexi, we’ve known each other for over a decade now. I know how bad you feel about it, and I get it. But mistakes happen. If you hadn’t gotten the 3 then, there’s a good chance it would have happened later. Mistakes happen, a referee only has one pair of eyes. I know how you feel, I sympathize with that. It can really make you doubt yourself and everything. But at the end of the day there’s really nothing we can do about it. So you just gotta dust yourself off, hold your head high, and prepare for your next challenger
Alexis Makarios: I want to give Heather another shot at Dishonored. She deserves that.
Laura Phoenix: Yeaaaaaaaaah that’s probably not gonna be feasible. She will be damn lucky if she sees the inside of a PWS ring before the year’s out.
(Laura shakes her head again, but senses that her words are not making Alexis feel any better)
Laura Phoenix: So, what do you want to do? Do you want to vacate that United Title because you feel like you don’t deserve it over some kind of botched call? That is NOT the Alexis I know. I don’t like THIS Alexis. Frankly… I’m disappointed in this Alexis.
(Alexis looks up at Laura, slightly confused.)
Laura Phoenix: The Alexis I know wouldn’t let THIS hold her back. You know what she would do? She’d proudly hold that title in her hand and know that she deserves it and be ready to take on whoever comes next to challenge for that belt. She is a firecracker, and damnit she is a hell of a wrestler and entertainer. So… which Alexis are YOU?
(Alexis sits up straight in the chair and looks at the title again. A slight smirk comes over her face.)
Alexis Makarios: Thanks Laura. Somehow, I think I heard exactly what I needed to hear.
(Alexis stands up as Laura smiles and nods in her direction as the cameras cut away.)
(The lights dim and the ApexTran and dark figure walking forth through the mist. A dark and haunting sound of a violin plays softly.)
“Since the beginning, man has always sought the best way to conquer evil”
“Man has begged the gods for guidance. They have anointed kings for wisdom. And they have made their beds with angels and demons alike.”
“But sometimes man's best weapon against corruption isn’t a hero….sometimes it’s a monster”
COMING SOON - ACE F'N STATIC
Hardcore Triple Threat Match
Daniel Russow vs. Dylan Howell vs. Michael Rathedon
(To call the pace of this match at the outset “breakneck” would be something of an understatement. The INSTANT the bell rings, Daniel Russow CHARGES out of his corner like a wild animal, flooring both his opponents with simultaneous Lariats to a massive pop! He doesn’t waste time capitalizing on this momentum, keeping the heat on with every strike, submission hold and weapon he can get his hands on.)
JR Freeman: Good god, Daniel Russow is a man possessed! We haven't seen this side of him since…well, since the OLD days of PWS!
Alfonso Banks: Damn right we haven't, JR! This brings back some memories for sure!
JR Freeman: Good ones?
Alfonso Banks: I mean… define "good".
(The fans are firmly behind Russow at this point, and he continues his intense attacking, but ultimately, he IS still fighting two opponents at once, so eventually Michael Rathedon is able to take advantage of his split attention to take the upper hand with a low blow! The crowd makes their displeasure known as he follows up with some stiff Kendo stick shots, taking a moment to gloat before flooring Russow with a Tyler Driver '97 onto a barbed-wire-wrapped steel chair!)
JR Freeman: Oh, this is despicable! There's just no need for that kind of conduct!
Alfonso Banks: Uh, newsflash, JR: THIS IS A HARDCORE MATCH! If anything, that would necessitate MORE of this kind of conduct!
JR Freeman: Well, sure, they're expected to put each other through tables and beat each other black and blue with everything under the sun, but they could at least be GENTLEMEN about it!
(Rathedon goes for a cover, but Dylan Howell breaks it up with a… RUBBER CHICKEN?! The audience laughs but Rathedon looks disgusted and offended as Dylan Howell grins, brandishing the chicken like a lightsaber and challenging his opponent to a "duel". Michael just sneers and bats the novelty toy out of Dylan's hands with the Kendo stick! This prompts a smirk from Dylan Howell, who simply shrugs and mouths "Alright, have it your way" and HEADBUTTS RATHEDON as hard as he can! The pair then begin to brawl around the ring, taking turns trading the upper hand - as well as exchanging more than a few nasty-looking weapon shots - until Daniel Russow returns to his feet and Spears them both, sending all three men spilling through a table on the outside!)
JR Freeman: Dios Mio! Has Daniel Russow gone INSANE?!
Alfonso Banks: You've MET him, right, JR? Are you really surprised?
JR Freeman: …No, I suppose I'm not.
Alfonso Banks: Damn right! And don't you bloody forget it!
JR Freeman: I… what?
(The three men lie on the mats around the ring for quite some time, so long in fact that the referee begins a ten count, but one by one they slowly begin to stir. They all wind up back on their feet, trading blows on the outside until Dylan Howell finds an advantage using the Undo Influence. Howell keeps the pressure on with some weapons and zany antics of his own, until the DOA is reversed by Daniel Russow into the Hangman's Body Count! He then turns his attention to Michael Rathedon, who gets rolled into the ring, and Russow locks in the Death of Faith, assisted by barbed wire! Rathedon struggles valiantly, but eventually the pain is too much, and he has to tap out! Russow wins!)
JR Freeman: Death of Faith…and he taps! This one is over!
Alfonso Banks: What?! Who the hell wins a HARDCORE MATCH by SUBMISSION?!
JR Freeman: The new and improved Daniel Russow, apparently.
Alfonso Banks: …I don't like it.
JR Freeman: Yeah, that sounds right.
Winner - Daniel Russo
(The scene cuts to the beautiful Luxor hotel in amazing Las Vegas, Nevada where there's many people playing Blackjack inside of the glorious casino. One of the people who is seen playing the game is the man who is known as "The Ace" Ace Michaels. He looks up and says into the nearby camera with a smile on his face.)
Ace Michaels: Well,hello there to my faithful fans. I'm Ace Michaels and I'm so ready to go all in at PWS-APEX Wrestling. My older brother/manager Cameron will meet me at the fed later. I'm so ready to hit the jackpot baby! If you excuse me, I got to get back to playing the game. To who ever faces me will be dealt with the very much bad Ace card. Ta! Ta!
(He gets back playing the game as the show went into a commercial break.)
PWS: APEX Presents DISHONORED!
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
Scotiabank Arena – Toronto, Canada
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
Scotiabank Arena – Toronto, Canada
Main Event
Non-Title Match
Devon Ryder © vs. Mike Hawk
(The Superman theme starts playing, and the crowd cheers more than you’d expect.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title match is your main event, and it is scheduled for one fall!
(The crowd cheers again. Soon, “The President of Pro Wrestling” Mike Hawk makes his way out from behind the curtain to a surprisingly positive reaction,, 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: Introducing first, from Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed “President of Pro Wrestling…” MIIIIIIIKE HAAAAWWWWKK!
(He 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 again with both hands.)
Alfonso Banks: Everyone stand at attention for this wonderful man!
(The Guess Who’s “American Woman” kicks into gear, with the opening riff blasting over the speakers as the lights come back up and Devon Ryder is standing on the entrance ramp, with his back to the audience and his arms spread out, revealing the back of his jacket which reads "CANADIAN" across the shoulder blades and "HERO" across the lower back, with a white maple leaf emblazoned between them. The audience goes, again very surprisingly, wild for the Unbreakable one, as he stands on the ramp, Desiree by his side. She kisses him on the lips before making her way down to the ring and getting in, taking the pic from Meg Reynolds, who by this point has gotten used to her doing that so hands it over willingly.)
Desiree De La Roche: And his opponent… hailing from the GREATEST country in the world!
(This gets a pop.)
Desiree De La Roche: Standing 183 centimeters, and weighing in at 92 kilograms, he is The Canadian Hero, “UNBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEAKABLLLLLLLLEEE…” DEVOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN RRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEERRRR!!
(Ryder holds the Canadian flag outstretched in both hands, so his body is silhouetted against it as a backdrop, and he holds that position until the opening riff changes and the vocals kick in, at which point he spins around on his heel and begins to strut arrogantly down to the ring, carrying the flag proudly over one shoulder as he does. When he reaches the base of the ramp, he grins, looking around at the audience 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 and then holds that pose as red and white pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckles. 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 a ring attendant, who he makes a point to audibly thank, then turns to the ramp and bounces from foot to foot.)
Cleo Philips: Excuse me, coming through!
(She sits down at the commentary desk.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh good, Cleo’s joining us!
JR Freeman: Oh god, here we go…
Cleo Philips: Alf, if you keep up that horny schtick, you’re gonna feel what it was like to be me against Jonathan Sanders.
Alfonso Banks: …Fine.
(The bell rings and the match properly begins with Hawk giving Ryder a surprise roll-up!)
1!
(No, kickout! Hawk shrugs.)
Mike Hawk: Worth a try.
(He and Ryder stand back up, and Ryder makes the first move after that, hitting a few knife edge chops. After he does this a few times, Hawk returns the favour with one of his own, causing the crowd the “Woo!” with each one exchanged. They go back and forth like this for a moment, before Hawk ends things off with a lariat off the ropes, taking Ryder down. He struts around the ring a bit, before running off the ropes to hit an elbow drop, but Ryder rolls out of the way and Hawk ends up hitting his elbow on the mat, clutching it and yelling “Fuck, shit!” as he does.)
JR Freeman: Oof, that’s gotta hurt!
Cleo Philips: Yeah, I’ve crashed and burned before. That hurts.
Alfonso Banks: Probably not as much, I’d imagine, as going off a roof and through a truck.
Cleo Philips: And that’s why I’m world champion. I survived that.
(Ryder takes the opportunity, standing up and grabbing Hawk’s leg in an ankle lock! Hawk reaches for the ropes, but they’re out of reach! He kicks at Devon repeatedly but nothing really comes of it. He squirms and struggles a bit more, finally managing to leap for the ropes, and Devon breaks the hold promptly. Hawk uses the ropes to stand up, following through with a bulldog, sending Ryder to the mat, before locking in a submission of his own, Reckless Leg Syndrome (RLS)! Having locked it in, he wrenches on the hold, making Ryder reach for the ropes now.)
Cleo Philips: Clever, both competitors wearing down the legs!
JR Freeman: That’s always a good strategy, since most moves require the legs in at least SOME capacity, whether it involves them heavily or it’s just about balance and coordination!
Alfonso Banks: Exactly, JR!
(Ryder reaches out, but Hawk denies him. Hawk grabs the ropes, for extra leverage, which causes the ref to count him down. Hawk begrudgingly lets go at 4 and a half, releasing the hold with a smirk, before he stomps on Ryder a few times while he’s down. He gets on top of Ryder, looking for the crossface, but he’s elbowed in the head a few times for his troubles. Ryder stands up, a little shaky on his feet but overall fine. He runs at Hawk, hitting a Discus Clothesline, then picking him up for a snap powerbomb! He helps Mike up, and Mike responds by trying to whip him into the corner, but he reverses it, whipping Mike into the corner instead, then mounting the bottom rope for the 10 provinces! The fans count along, “1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!”)
JR Freeman: Ten provinces!
Alfonso Banks: There are ten?
Cleo Philips: Alf, name ONE Canadian province.
Alfonso Banks: …Pikachu?
Cleo Philips: Yeah, that’s what I thought.
(The match continues and Ryder’s still on the offensive, grabbing the now-downed Hawk for a fujiwara armbar! He wrenches on it, but Hawk manages to escape with relative ease. Both competitors get up, and Ryder holds a hand out.)
Devon Ryder: Wrestle me, Mike!
(Mike looks at him, thinks for a moment, then FYIA’s him!)
JR Freeman: FYIA! Outta nowhere!
(He pins Ryder!)
1!
2!
(No, Devon gets a shoulder up! He bangs on the mat a bit, looking over at Desiree.)
Devon Ryder: Shoot Me Down…
(The crowd goes ballistic, chanting along louder than ever before!)
Crowd: I WON’T FALL! I AM TITAAAAANIIIIUUUMMM!!
(Hawk looks around, confused, like “What the fuck is happening?”, as he looks at Ryder. Ryder stands up, grabbing Hawk and hitting Aurora Borealis!)
Alfonso Banks: Aurora Borealis!?
JR Freeman: Yes.
Alfonso Banks: Aw, you ruined my bit!
Cleo Philips: Ah, Simpsons. Classic.
(He goes for the pin on the fallen Hawk!)
1!
2!
(No, a kickout! Hawk kips up, collapsing on one leg as he does, saying “I don’t know how people do that!” as he holds his leg in pain. The crowd laughs a bit at that, and Ryder shrugs, grabbing Hawk and looking for the True North, but Hawk ends up kicking him in the face and standing up, rebounding off the ropes and hitting Mo’ Mentum, Mo’ Problems! He falls on top of Ryder, and the ref counts!)
1!
2!
…
(And another kickout! Hawk looks as stunned as the crowd sounds. The crowd starts chanting to the tune of the Canadian national anthem!)
Crowd: UUUUUNNNN-BREEEAK-A-BLLLLEEE… CA-NA-DI-AN HE-RO…. DEEEE-VON RYYYYY-DEEERRRR…!!
(Hawk gets a smirk on his face, lifting Ryder up, but Ryder trips him up and locks in the Canadian Shield! Hawk yelps in pain, but the ropes are too far to do anything about it! He crawls slowly towards the ropes, stopping a few times, looking like he’s about to tap, but finally he makes it to the rope, grabbing the bottom rope as he pants. Devon nods as he breaks the hold. He gives Hawk time to get up, showing him respect as the “President” stands. Ryder walks over to him, but Hawk, leaning on the ropes, turns around and hits a Clean Up on Aisle YOUR FACE! And as Ryder stumbles back towards him, Hawk grabs him and puts him on the top rope, getting him in position for the F-Bomb!)
Alfonso Banks: Is he about to drop the F-Bomb!?
Cleo Philips: Why do you have to phrase it like that?
Alfonso Banks: It’s in Hawk’s contract.
JR Freeman: Yeah, that’s a weird clause.
(Hawk has Ryder up in position! Getting a running start, he hits the F-bomb! Ryder is out. Hawk smiles wickedly as he goes for the cover to his downed opponent!)
1!
2!
…
(No, Cleo Philips breaks it up! Hawk stands up, looking at Cleo with a look of “How fucking dare you”, when Cleo’s attacked from behind by Alexandra Calaway! Cleo turns to face her and the two start brawling, meanwhile Hawk mimes wiping sweat from his brow, saying “Whew!” as he goes to leave the ring, but Alexandra grabs him and whirls him around, smacking him in the head with her elbow. Hawk falls backwards into the ropes, and soon the 3 stop fighting, looking at each other and squaring off. The bell rings and Meg Reynolds gets on the mic.)
Meg Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, due to losing control of the match, the referee has determined that this match will be ruled a No Contest!
(Hawk looks down at her, then shrugs and says “I’ll take it!” before squaring up to Cleo and Calaway.)
Winner - NO CONTEST
(Cleo takes her title and holds it high in the air, with a “Come at me!” kind of look on her face. Ryder, at this point, has gotten up, and walks over to stand by Mike’s side, using the ropes for leverage as he raises Hawk’s arm. The crowd cheers. Now Cleo and Alexandra are standing on one side of the ring, with Hawk and Ryder on the other side.The show goes off the air holding on a shot of the two duos staring each other down.)
JR Freeman: Well, that’s been all for this week, folks! Thank you so much for joining us, we’ll see you next week on PWS: Apex Riot!
