Post by pwsstaff on Sept 3, 2022 2:24:00 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT
TUESDAY AUGUST 30, 2022
SCOTIABANK SADDLEDOME - CALGARY, ALBERTA, CANADA
TUESDAY AUGUST 30, 2022
SCOTIABANK SADDLEDOME - CALGARY, ALBERTA, CANADA
(The show comes on the air, as we see live shots of Sotiabank Saddledome, as “Trials” by Starset blares over the sound system. After a few moments, we are greeted by the voices of JR Freeman and Alfonso Banks.)
JR Freeman: Hello, and good evening. Welcome to PWS: APEX Tuesday night Riot! We’ve got a great show for you tonight, as we are on our ways to Dishonored. This is the second stop on the Canadian tour on our way to Toronto, and in tonight’s main event, we have team Canada versus Team America, as Mike Hawk teams with Devon Ryder to take on Cleo Phillips and Alexandra Calaway.
Alfonso Banks: We also have a big tag team match, as Jesse Russow and Slaps McKills make their return to PWS: APEX, as they take on the team of the HellHounds. That should be a good one.
JR Freeman: And there’s also the two on one handicap match with Max Delgado taking on the Landersons.
Alfonso Banks: And don’t forget Gracie Lopez is in action, as well as Ace Michaels debuting.
JR Freeman: Yes yes, a great show tonight, and we’ll get things started with that debut match.
Singles Match
Ace Michaels vs. Moondust
(The match starts with the younger Michaels getting the best of Moondust, as Moondust had trouble keeping up even from the start, as he seemed to be instantly out of breath from the high-paced action. Michaels was flying around the ring, as Moondust was doing everything he could to keep up.)
JR Freeman: Man, you almost feel sorry for Moondust here. He just can’t get anything going.
Alfonso Banks: I mean, it might be a sign he might need to start thinking about hanging up the boots. He’s been doing this for so long, and the younger generation is just…the new style of wrestling is this fast paced action. It’s not the way it was when he was younger.
(The offensive assault continues for Michaels, and he finishes it off with the Jackpot DDT, as he goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3!!
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Ace Michaels!
JR Freeman: An impressive performance here by Michaels. Great way to start his run here in PWS: APEX.
Alfonso Banks: Agreed, though I do wonder where Moondust goes from here.
WINNER - Ace Michaels
Backstage Cameron Fernandez, with all her usual bubbly energy stands with World Champion Cleo Phillips, and her hype man, Z-Money, you can hear the cheers from the crowd.
Cameron Fernandez: I’m backstage with World Champion Cleo Phillips, who later tonight teams with Alexandra Calaway, the same woman who sneak attacked her last week against Mike Hawk and Collateral Damage champion, Devon Ryder. So, how are you feeling going into tonights match?
Cleo Phillips: I feel as ready as I always do Cameron. Y’all know me by now, I’ll be ready for whatever happens. I don’t think Alexandra is the type to throw a match, so I don’t see any sneaky business happening during our match.
Cameron Fernandez: And after the match?
Cleo Phillips: Z and I discussed that. I know all three of them have been known to be a bit underhanded, earlier this year Devon Ryder had me arrested. But I’m a fighter Cameron, I’m from the streets. I’ve been jumped before, I’ve been outnumbered in fights before, and guess what? I still stand tall as YOUR WORLD CHAMPION. So it’s gonna take a lot more than those three to take me out, I promise you that.
Z-Money: BET.
Cameron Fernandez: We still don’t know who you will be defending that championship against first, anyone come to mind you’d like to face?
Cleo Phillips: Look, I’ll take on whomever. I’m just ready to start defending this thing, so send one of the Russows, send Haze, send Calaway again, rehire Sierra and send her, I don’t care. I’ll fight the whole roster..if….
Suddenly Z’s eyes grow wide and he shakes his head, and he covers Cleos mouth cutting her off, as he whispers inaudibly to “take it easy.”
Cleo Phillips: I’m just sayin’, I’m ready to defend this championship, and whoever PWS wants to send better come ready, because I always am, and taking this away from me after all I’ve gone through to earn it, is going to take an all out war.
Cameron Fernandez: Well, I’m afraid that’s our time, good luck n your match later tonight Cleo.
Cleo Phillips: Thank you Cameron, I’ll see ya’ll a bit later tonight, and of course I am going to bring a fight and….
Crowd - SET IT OFF!!
Cleo smiles, and nods, as her and Z exit camera left.
Tag-Team Match
The Hell Hounds (Grog Tusktooth and Jester Bailey) vs. Jesse Russow and Slaps McKills
(The match starts off with Jesse and Grog in the ring against each other. Grog tries to use his size to overpower Jesse, but Jesse is able to keep him on his toes. The two fight back and forth until Grog tags out to Jester. She slides in the ring and Jesse hesitates for a moment before the two of them begin to battle back and forth. They both use speed to their advantage. After a few minutes, Jesse tags in Slaps who stands toe to toe with Jester. He refuses to lay a finger on her, however.)
RJ Freeman: Slaps is refusing to lay a hand on Jester...
Alfonso Banks: That's one thing you can rely on with good ole Slappy MaGoo. He won't lay a hand on a female.
(Slaps motions towards Grog, as if telling Jester to tag out, yet she refuses. He looks back at Jesse who then yells "ROLL FOR INITIVE!". It was at this point that Slaps lowered his head for a moment and when he raised it again, his eyes appeared hollow. He grabbed Jester by the throat and dragged her to her corner and forced Grog to tag in. Grog does his best to fight back, but is unable to contain Slaps. Jesse watches on, happily. Slaps rage is uncontrollable as he beats down on Grog. He picks him up and slams him down with a TPK. Before going for the pin he rushes over towards Jester and shoulder blocks her off the side and then goes for the pin.)
1...2...3!!!
DING DING DING
(As soon as the bell dings, Jesse rushes in the ring yelling "REVIVIFY!" until Slaps hears him. Slaps lowers his head and Jesse ushers him out of the ring as quick as he can, doing everything in his power to not let Slaps see what he had done.)
WINNERS - SLAPS MCKILLS AND JESSE RUSSOW
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
(The scene switches backstage and we see Jenn on the phone with someone but we don’t get to hear the convo, she quickly hangs up the phone before walking back to her locker room. Walking back to her locker room she can sense that someone is in there.)
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: I'll beat your ass.. show yourself!
(From out of the shadows peeked Alexis Makarios, her United Title around her waist. She speaks with a slight chuckle to her voice.)
Alexis Makarios: Hey now, would you really beat your sister's ass?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: …maybeeee!
(A smile slowly starts to form across her face.)
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: Anyway, I'm kinda glad you're here anyway. I was looking for you until I got a phone call from someone.
Alexis Makarios: Oh? Everything ok?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: uhh yeah.. it was just someone important. He wanted to clear some things up about a new appointment.
(Alexis senses that something else was going on but… opted to not push. She knew Jenn would tell her when she was ready.)
Alexis Makarios: Uh huh… so… you said you were looking for me. What’s up?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: Well… since we're gonna face each other soon. It's been a while since we actually had that honor. Too long honestly and I'm looking forward to it.
Alexis Makarios: I’m actually glad it’s you. I had wanted to give Heather a rematch but…
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: But she’s a bitch who doesn’t deserve it?
Alexis Makarios: I guess when you put it that way. But of anyone on the roster… I’m glad it’s you. Some one I trust. And it really has been a long time since we stood across the ring as opponents, hasn’t it? At least a few years…
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: if memory serves me right… 2019… lots have changed since then.
Alexis Makarios: Oh my god… that was back when I was World Champion, wasn’t it? I remember that match…Red, White, and Bruised! You kicked my ass in that non title match.
(Alexis chuckled a little bit)
Alexis Makarios: You whooped me pretty good that night. Remind me why you didn’t get a title shot after that shit?
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: Because I got screwed over… it's the tail as old as time around here for me. I think I get an opportunity and then the rug gets pulled out from under me…. Surprised I haven't snapped on anybody…
Alexis Makarios: Gotcha. I don’t understand some of the decisions made around here. Especially lately. I mean… David has lost his mind!
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: Everyone’s lost their damn mind!
Alexis Makarios: It’s kind of scary. Who knows what's next. All I know is if they mess with our match… I'll choke a bitch!
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: I’ll break their necks and feel no remorse when I do it too… That’s the point where I’m at now. I don’t give any fucks.
(Alexis’s jaw drops when Jenn drops an F-bomb)
Alexis Makarios: I don’t think I can ever get used to you swearing like that! It just feels so… unnatural!
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: Look at the people I surround myself with, they’d make sailors blush, including my ex.
(Jenn chuckles, as she leans against the wall. Alexis chuckles a bit.)
Alexis Makarios: Awe, I’ve had a bad influence on ya hehe
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: This probably will be one of the friendliest feuds going right now, but it’s on respect though…
Alexis Makarios: A feud? You make this sound like some bitter rivalry. Let’s just call it some friendly competition. Between sisters. And when I beat you and retain the belt… dinner’s on me.
(Alexis smirked a bit and winked at Jenn.)
Jennifer Makarios-Lopez: …or when I win, dinner will be on you!
(Jenn chuckles for a second as Alexis kind of squints at her. The scene slowly closes with them looking at each other.)
2-on-1 Handicap Match
The Landersons (El Landerson and Aaliyah Landerson) vs. Max Delgado
(The match starts, as Max and El Landerson are in the ring. Max has his girlfriend, Carmen Rodriguez outside of the ring, cheering him on. In the early goings, Max and Landerson go back and forth, both hitting some common moves, as Aaliyah cheers on her dad from the apron. There are a few times when you’d think El would tag in his daughter, but he chooses not to. Other times, Max keeps him from doing so, as Aaliyah builds with frustration.)
JR Freeman: You can see Aaliyah really wants to get in there.
Alfonso Banks: Yeah, but El hasn’t tagged her in. I don’t know if it's a thing where he’s trying to protect her or what, but he really needs to get a tag here.
(The match continues with El still trying to get some momentum, or get to a tag to his daughter, but at every step, Max stops him. At one point, Aaliay notices Carmen walking towards her, so she starts yelling at her to back off, which Carmen just laughs it off and goes back to her side of the ring. Inside the ring, Max has Landerson set up,and delivers the El Dorado. Finally, Aaliyah has had enough, as she gets into the ring. Max stands up and looks at her, as she yells at him, then slaps him across the face, damn near slapping the taste out of his mouth. Max puts his hand up to his face, then nods, and you can see him say “my turn” as he grabs Aaliyah, and delivers the El Dorado to her, as she lands on her father. Max then gets up, and grabs Aaliyah, getting her back to her feet. He brings her over to the ropes, and traps her arms between the top and middle ropes, so she is forced to watch as he locks on the Cattle Mutilation to El Landerson, and El has no choice but to tap out.)
Meg Reynolds: Here is your winner, Max Delgado!
JR Freeman: My God…that was just…wrong on so many levels. To force Aaliyah to watch that, just…wow.
Alfonso Banks: I think it was more about making a point. Still, impressive victory for Delgado here tonight.
WINNER - MAX DELGADO
(We cut to the back, where we see David Shane, Max Sheppard, and Josiah Cena in David’s office. David is sitting at his desk, as Josiah and Max are sitting across from him.)
Josiah Cena: Are you sure you want to do this?
David Shane: I don’t have a choice. This is coming from the board.
Max Sheppard: I just don’t get it. I hadn’t heard that there had been any concern about anything for months.
David Shane: Why do you think they wanted me to bring you in after Ambika left? They felt things needed to change from the way things were.
Max Sheppard: I understand, but…I mean, we might need some help running the shows going forward.
David Shane: I’m working on that.
(Just then, there’s a knock on the door.)
David Shane: It’s open.
(The door opens, and in walk Laura Phoenix and Nick Madison.)
Laura Phoenix: You wanted to see me?
David Shane: Yes. Please have a seat. Sorry, Nick. I wasn’t expecting to see you.
Nick Madison: All good, I’d rather stand.
Laura Phoenix: As would I. Now, why am I here? And what the hell is going on with Star?
David Shane: Star is being investigated by the board of directors.
Laura Phoenix: For fuckin’ what? She’s helped run this shit for months while you’ve been off doing God knows what. Then you come back and all of a sudden she’s out?
David Shane: I’m sorry you’re upset, but it wasn’t my call. If it wasn’t for me, the board was ready to fire her. So at least she’s only suspended.
Laura Phoenix: That’s bullshit and you know it! There hasn’t been ANYTHING said about Star. She’s busted her ass running this place.
Max Sheppard: Laura, take it easy.
(Laura turns to Max.)
Laura Phoenix: Oh, is this your doing, Max? Ya know we thought it was bullshit when you got brought back out of the fuckin’ blue.
(This causes David to stand up from his desk.)
David Shane: Okay, you can stop right there. The reason why you were told nothing about Star is because the board was investigating you as well. And they have recommended, and after this outburst I agree too, officially suspending you, starting immediately. So, go home.
(This sets Laura off, as she steps up to the desk, but Josiah all but leaps out of his seat to stand in between her and David.)
Josiah Cena: Laura. Stop. Don’t. If you do, there won’t be a job for you to come back to. We’ll get this figured out.
Laura Phoenix: Oh, so you just get a free pass?
David Shane: Josiah has shown professionalism with his actions, specifically with the Alexis Makarios situation, and allowing her to get to Jorge Lopez before his unfortunate passing.
Laura Phoenix: And what the hell have I done that’s so bad?
David Shane: If I’m being blunt? Favoritism and Nepotism. The board is looking into claims of both under your involvement in management.
(Laura stands there, not exactly sure what to say for a moment.)
Laura Phoenix: Fuck this, my kid is starting school soon anyway.
(With that, she storms out of the office, as Nick steps up, looking at the three others, before focusing his attention on David.)
Nick Madison: I don’t trust this. I’ve always seen through your shit. You’re gonna regret this.
(Nick turns to walk out of the office.)
David Shane: Is that a threat, Mr. Madison?
(Nick stops and looks back at David.)
Nick Madison: If it were a threat from me, you’d know.
(With that, he walks out, as both Josiah and Max let out a deep breath.)
Max Sheppard: That…could have gone better.
Josiah Cena: Actually, went about how I expected it would.
(We cut back to ringside, as we get the reactions from Alf and JR.)
JR Freeman: What the hell is going on!? First Star, now Laura? And who is David getting to help out with the shows?
Alfonso Banks: I guess we’ll find out soon?
JR Freeman: Something doesn’t feel right about this, Alf. I don’t know…just…something seems fishy.
Alfonso Banks: It’s probably best not to speak against what’s going on. Ya know, in our best interest.
JR Freeman: I…guess.
(The show goes to commercial.)
Singles Match
Gracie Lopez vs. Richard Rider
(The bell rings as Gracie and Richard Rider stare each other down. He makes the first move as he runs towards Gracie, but she doesn’t move. He runs into her shoulder and falls to the mat as the crowd laughs at him for doing that. He sits on the mat not very happy about what happened.)
Jr Freeman: Rider ran into a brick wall…
Alfonso Banks: I don’t think Gracie is in the mood for his antic tonight. However, imagine the uproar it’ll be if he can pull this off and beat someone like Gracie. She’s not some run-of-the-mill wrestler, she’s one of our top stars.
(Rider stands up and almost immediately walks into a right-hand by Gracie, he stumbles to the corner and she’s still throwing fists down upon him. He’s covering up in the corner trying to protect himself until the ref gets involved and separates them, Rider uses this to his advantage and thumbs Gracie in the eye, and uses the momentary blindness to his advantage. He takes Gracie off her feet with a double leg takedown.)
Jr Freeman: He has her ground on the ground after her strong start, but for how long? You know she’s going to start using those educated feet.
Alfonso Banks: Don’t steal other people's gimmicks, we'll get sued!
Jr Freeman: It’s…forget it.
(After taking her down and a side chin lock, Rider decides to go for a pin.)
1………..
(Gracie powers out of that pin attempt, almost sending Rider out of the ring. Gracie got back to his feet as well as Rider. Rider walks up to Gracie and smacks her across the face. Which is a stupid thing to do, because she grabs his arm and starts twisting it in places it shouldn’t be turned. Rider lets out a high-pitched girly scream as she twists his arm. She lets go and he’s still screaming but Gracie hits him with a stiff superkick under the jaw that shut him up, he flies out his shoes as well. she places a foot on his chest)
1…..
2…..
3!!
WINNER - GRACIE LOPEZ
PWS: APEX DISHONORED
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2022
SCOTIABANK ARENA - TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2022
SCOTIABANK ARENA - TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
Main Event
PWS: APEX World Championship Match
Triple Threat Match
Cleo Phillips © vs. Alexandra Calaway vs. Mike Hawk
PWS: APEX United Championship
Singles Match
Alexis Makarios © vs. Jennifer Lopez-Makarios
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Singles Match
Devon Ryder © vs. Dylan Howell
PWS: APEX World Championship Match
Triple Threat Match
Cleo Phillips © vs. Alexandra Calaway vs. Mike Hawk
PWS: APEX United Championship
Singles Match
Alexis Makarios © vs. Jennifer Lopez-Makarios
PWS: APEX Collateral Damage Championship
Singles Match
Devon Ryder © vs. Dylan Howell
Main Event
Tag-Team Match
Mike Hawk & Devon Ryder vs. Alexandra Calaway & Cleo Phillips
Meg Reynolds: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!
(Baby, I'm about to blow
Ticking like a time bomb
Ready to explode
Hit you with my best shot
Got you in my sights
Running for your life
Love is a liar
(The lights go down and "Blow" Eva Under Fire featuring Spencer Charnas, 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. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.)
R-R-Ready, aim, fire
Baby, I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow
I'm about to)
Meg Reynolds: Introducing first; from Dallas, Texas; weighing in at 125 lbs.; “The Dark Queen”, ALEXANDRAAAAAAA CAAAAALAWAAAAAY!
(Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in the front row as she waits for her partner and their opponents.)
(A loud pyro explosion leads into the beat to "Gangsta's Paradise" echoes throughout the arena, as the lyrics begin Cleo swaggers out onto the stage, she folds her arms and looks around at the crowd from behind her shades.)
#As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone#
(Cleo pounds her chest twice and points around the arena before making her way down the ramp, as the song continues.)
#But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk#
Meg Reynolds: And her partner; from The Bronx, New York; weighing in tonight at 145 lbs.; she is your PWS: Apex WOOOOOOOORLD CHAMPION, “THE BODY SNATCHER” CLEEEEEEEO PHIIIIIIILLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPS!
(Once at ringside, she jumps on the apron and rolls into the ring, where she postures and poses for the crowd as some more pyros go off.)
#I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight#
(Finally, she poses, arms crossed on the turnbuckle, as the chorus comes in.)
#Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise#
(Cleo hops down and makes her way to her respective corner, looking over at her partner with a look like, not tonight. Alexandra looks back at her with a gaze that says, for now.)
(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. He walks to the ring with a swagger, intentionally blowing off fans, occasionally flipping them the bird.)
Meg Reynolds: And now introducing their first opponent; hailing from Victoria, British Columbia Canada; he weighed in tonight at 245 lbs.; the self-proclaimed “President of Professional Wrestling”, MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE HAWK!
(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, again with both hands. He showboats a bit more and waits for the man who would be his partner tonight, with a glare in his eyes. The lights slowly go down, then, and the Smarkstron flickers to life. It forgoes any kind of elongated messaging tonight, instead skipping directly to the message "Don't you need...a Hero?" The the opening riff of the Guess Who’s “American Woman” blasts 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. Desiree comes out with him, however she doesn’t look happy at all. 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. Desiree walks in front of him, not preparing to introduce him as normal, instead she’s huffy about something, it seems as if things might be off for the couple. Devon Ryder is carrying the flag proudly over one shoulder as he does.)
Meg Reynolds: And his partner; from the nation’s capital of OTTAWA, ONTARIO CANADA; he weighs in at 92.5kg; standing at a height of 1.83 metres tall; he is “THE CANADIAN HERO”, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNBREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKABLE” DEEEEEEEVOOOOON RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEER!
(He motions for her to get in the ring with him and she just shakes her head, before reluctantly doing so. 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, before he climbs to the outside of the ring, looking at Mike Hawk. Cleo and Calaway spend a moment staring each other down in THEIR corner as well, before the champ simply smirks and backpedals through the ropes, “graciously” allowing Alexandra to start this one off for their side. She and Hawk then turn to face each other, Alexandra and Mike lock up, the two trading blows for a few moments before Mike manages to overpower Alexandra. He starts things off strong by hitting her with his patented Mo’ Mentum, Mo’ Problems swinging neckbreaker, looking to end this one early…)
ONE!
TW-NO! ALLY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
JR Freeman: Damn, Mike Hawk starting off STRONG in this tag bout, busting out the signature moves already! Clearly he’s got something to prove tonight, and wants to put this one away ASAP!
Alfonso Banks: Can you blame him, JR? The President’s suffered two losses at the hands of these women already; I’m not at ALL surprised he’s come into this match with a chip on his shoulder.
JR Freeman: I’m not necessarily surprised either, Alf, but he’d better make sure it doesn’t cost him; this could just as easily be the difference maker for his opponents if Hawk isn’t careful.
(Always the epitome of care and subterfuge in the ring, Hawk smacks the mat with both hands and shouts “OH, COME ON!” before getting to his feet to argue with the referee. Hawk turns to his partner and shouts “DEVON, NOW!” but the Canadian Hero just stares at him with a confused expression, as does his opponent, who has stood up by this point.)
Devon Ryder: What did you expect me to do?!
Mike Hawk: …Oh yeah, we probably should’ve discussed that in advance, huh?
(Devon facepalms at this as Alexandra Calaway grabs Mike Hawk by the shoulders, whirling him around into a Ripcord Rolling Elbow! The larger man doesn’t quite leave his feet as a result, although he’s very clearly rocked by the experience, but she follows it up with an STO to take him to the mat!)
JR Freeman: You know, if Hawk spent less time talking and more time wrestling, he might actually be a really competent young talent!
Alfonso Banks: You know, JR, maybe YOU should spend less time talking!
JR Freeman: …You know what? I have no comeback for that, that was good.
(Alf seems genuinely surprised by this.)
Alfonso Banks: Oh, thank you.
(Alexandra Calaway wastes no time in capitalizing on this miscommunication, moving to Hawk’s legs to lock him in the Boston Crab, pulling the former Collateral Damage Champion away from his corner and his countryman in the process! Hawk screams in surprise [and kind of like a girl, eliciting a laugh from the audience] and scrambles desperately to try to hit a tag or grab the ropes before he’s too far away, but fails miserably, and ends up in the middle of the ring writhing beneath Alexandra as she growls and wrenches on the hold, clearly relishing the pain that she’s inflicting. Hawk continues to struggle in the hold as the crowd peppers Alexandra with boos, but their hatred only seems to fuel her further. She sits down on Hawk’s back, now, stretching his legs even further to apply more pressure. Hawk continues to fight against the hold and eventually manages to use his weight advantage to lift himself up onto his arms and hand-walk over to the ropes, literally hugging the bottom one against his chest as the referee begins to count.)
1!
2!
3!
4!
(Calaway breaks it up at the last possible second, then grins, turning around to face the fallen Hawk and RAKING his head along the bottom rope!)
JR Freeman: Dios mio! It seems like Alexandra Calaway is out for blood tonight!
Alfonso Banks: I’m not surprised, JR; you heard what that weird disembodied voice told her earlier!
JR Freeman: Yeah, that was… unsettling, to say the least.
(Calaway continues to rake Hawk’s face back and forth along the bottom rope, then releases him and lets him roll onto his back, clutching his red and raw forehead now. Calaway then smirks to herself and steps through the top and middle rope to the apron, grabbing Hawk by the hair and tugging his head out underneath the bottom one to hang over the side of the ring…allowing her to hit a Guillotine Leg Drop! She rises to her feet on the outside in one smooth motion as the crowd pelt her with boos and jeers again, a wild grin blossoming across her features. She flips her long hair away from her face, then, and slides back into the ring beneath the bottom rope to capitalize against her fallen adversary. She grabs Hawk by the hair and lifts him to his feet, head between her legs… before jumping up to plant him with the BOW TO THE QUEEN! Hawk’s head and shoulders hit the mat and Calaway goes for a cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
NO! RYDER BREAKS IT UP!
(The crowd pops intensely for their Canadian Hero, as the Unbreakable One and the Dark Queen come face to face, Ryder smirking at her and shrugging his shoulders. He doesn’t break eye contact as he begins to back towards his corner, but Alexandra takes a swing causing Devon Ryder to duck underneath it. He plants her with a Belly-to-Back Suplex for her troubles and then retreats back to his corner, giving Hawk time to get back to his feet. He does, but Calaway’s back up at roughly the same time and the pair lock up in the centre of the ring again. This time it’s Alexandra who gets the advantage, attempting an Irish Whip into the corner, but Hawk plants his feet and reverses it, Irish Whipping Ally to her corner in his stead! Cleo Phillips reaches in with a smirk to clap her on the shoulder, tagging herself in, which garners an explosion of cheers from the audience along with a death glare from her partner, Alexandra.)
JR Freeman: Oooh, the challenger did NOT look happy about the World Champ tagging herself in like that!
Alfonso Banks: I’m not surprised she didn’t, JR; these two women have been at each other’s throats since Rise to Glory, and now we’re suddenly expecting them to just magically play nice? Sorry, but it just doesn’t work like that. Bitches be catty, I don’t know what to tell you.
JR Freeman: …I am literally AMAZED that you haven’t been cancelled yet, Alf.
Alfonso Banks: Can’t get cancelled by Twitter if you never POST on Twitter!
(Alf taps the side of his head, then we cut back to the ring.)
(Hawk and Cleo are going at it now, after the tag. Cleo immediately starts on the offensive, hitting a hard dropkick that hits Mike into the ropes, then on the rebound she hits him with a roundhouse kick, dropping him to the mat! Mike writhes for a moment, Cleo kicks Mike while he’s down, but her foot is caught and she falls to the mat. Hawk smirks as he turns this into a crossface! Cleo manages to… grab the ropes easily, since she was right there next to them, and Hawk, exasperated, reluctantly breaks the hold. He stands up, picking Cleo up for a powerbomb, hitting it and holding on, picking her up and hitting another, then a third, then a fourth in a row, finally letting her go and doing some flexing poses for the crowd, which elicits an equal amount of boos and laughter.)
JR Freeman: Hawk’s just taunting now!
Alfonso Banks: He deserves to!
JR Freeman: Does he?
(Hawk spends too much time showboating and ends up paying the price for it in the form of a surprise roll-up from Cleo!)
1!
2!
(Hawk kicks out! He waggles his finger at Cleo, as if to say “I don’t think so”, and gets a kick to the side of the head for his troubles. Cleo then picks Mike up, before running to the ropes and diving off with a crossbody! She then steps back, looking for the Milly Rock.)
Alfonso Banks: Ohh shit, we’re about to see the Milly Rock! I always love this part!
JR Freeman: Let me guess, because it means Cleo lifts her leg high?
Alfonso Banks: What!? No, how dare you! …Okay, partially. …Alright, yes, but that was very presumptuous!
(As Hawk gets up, Cleo runs at him, only to be caught by an FYIA! Outta nowhere! Hawk briefly celebrates, with an “I can’t believe that worked” expression on his face, before going for the pin!)
1!
2!
…
…
(No! Alexandra pulls Cleo out of the ring before the 3 can be counted! Hawk, exasperated, flips off Calaway, who reaches into the ring and grabs his finger, bending it backwards, making Hawk cry out in pain!)
JR Freeman: What an incredible near fall!
Alfonso Banks: Never. Underestimate. A president! If it weren’t for Calaway, he would’ve just gotten a clean pin against the world goddamn champion!
(Hawk grabs at his fingers and hops around in pain, an exaggerated display that gets a laugh out of the audience. Calaway grins again, ignoring admonishment from the referee and prepares to follow up with potentially another Piledriver, but she gets caught from behind by Devon Ryder who drops her with a Snap Freeze! He then switches his grip, holding on and rolling through for ONE, TWO, THREE consecutive German Suplexes, completing his signature move Three Territories! Alexandra rolls back out of the ring, clutching the back of her head - understandably so, having just taken FOUR consecutive suplexes in a row - as Devon Ryder gladly returns to his own corner, heeding the referee’s instructions at all times. Hawk, who has just now made it back to his feet, sneers at his partner as he does this, making a show of being extra compliant and polite to the official. Hawk responds by cupping his hands and putting them to his mouth to make a makeshift megaphone.)
Mike Hawk: We GET it, you’re CANADIAN! Fuck’s SAKE, Devon…
(Ryder simply smirks in response and gives a cocky little shrug, which only seems to infuriate Hawk further.)
Mike Hawk: FINE! You think YOU could do better?
(He marches into the corner and aggressive tags in the Canadian Domination Champion.)
Mike Hawk: There! See how YOU like it!
(Hawk steps out of the ring, grumbling, just barely audibly, the words “Cocky pinko fuck” as he does so. Ryder enters the match fresh, strutting to the middle of the ring and motioning for a test of strength. The crowd seems to know what’s coming next, and they all chant along with him.)
Devon Ryder: Wrestle me, Cleo!
(The camera cuts briefly to a fan in the audience with a sign that says “Wrestle him, Cleo!” before cutting back to the ring.)
Alfonso Banks: Damn, JR! Say what you want about these Canadian fans, they came PREPARED for this one!
JR Freeman: Canadian crowds are RABID, Alfonso; if they love you, they really love you, and if they don’t they’ll let you know it!
Alfonso Banks: Just like their women! …I assume. I’ve never really dated much outside my hometown.
JR Freeman: Believe me, partner, it ABSOLUTELY shows.
(As the pair continue bickering, Devon Ryder and Cleo Phillips have squared off in the ring. Cleo accepts the test of strength against Ryder and holds her own surprisingly well, but it’s Devon who takes the upper hand at first, twisting Cleo’s wrists around and forcing her to one knee. She inhales and suddenly shoots upwards, though, headbutting the Canadian directly in the nose to send him reeling back and break the hold. He clutches at his face as he takes a few steps back, giving Cleo time to recover, and she throws herself forward at Devon with the Bronx Kick! This takes Ryder to the mat, and immediately follows up with a Way We Go! She doesn’t seem content to try for a pin just yet, however, taking hold of Devon’s arm and looking to lock him in the Lockup, but Ryder manages to suddenly roll through the Armbar attempt and catch her leg, pulling Cleo into the True North single-leg Boston Crab!)
JR Freeman: Dios mio! What a display of athleticism from BOTH competitors here! I’m amazed Devon Ryder still has any STRENGTH left after all of that!
Alfonso Banks: After everything we’ve seen him endure, JR? I’m not surprised at all! But I do hope Cleo gets out of this; I’d hate to see any harm come to that beautiful face or gorgeous figure!
JR Freeman: Okay, two things. Thing one: that’s STUPID creepy, I BEG you to stop doing it! Thing the second: Alf, if you REALLY feel this way about Cleo, don’t you think you should try being NICER to her, rather than using the b-word to refer to the young woman?
Alfonso Banks: …Damn, JR, you’re right! I’ve never thought about it that way, but yeah! That makes PERFECT sense!
(Meanwhile, back in the ring, Cleo continues to struggle against the high-angle single-leg Crab that Ryder has locked in tightly, and the fans seem firmly behind the hometown boy, despite their love for the world champion. Cleo struggles like a warrior, though, and tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Ryder responds by placing a knee on the back of her neck and shifting his weight, arching her back painfully to tighten the hold further! He looks to Desiree who flashes him a brief smile, then turns to face the crowd, ostensibly to get them riled up but there’s clearly some degree of coldness there. Ryder’s smirk wavers for just a moment, but his grip on the submission hold does not break. Cleo continues to writhe and fight beneath him, though, and she’s able to use this moment of distraction - as well as Mike Hawk shouting from the apron “Yeah, that’s right! Don’t pay any attention to your gorgeous Brazilian lover’s obvious apathy towards you and just focus on winning this match!” Hawk clearly seems to MEAN well with these words, but they only serve to take Ryder’s attention off the ball and direct it towards his partner, which allows Cleo Phillips all the leeway she needs to trap his arm and roll through out of the Boston Crab, taking Ryder to the mat and cinching in The Lockup! Hawk looks up at his mistake and just says “Whoops!”, giving a shrug towards the hard-cam. Ryder struggles in the hold valiantly, as Cleo applies further pressure. He cries out and reaches forward, the ropes nowhere in sight, but the crowd begins to rally behind their home-grown hero, stamping their feet and clapping their hands and beginning a chant of “UNNNN-BREEEEAAAAK-A-BLLLLLLLE! CAA-NAAA-DIII-AN HE-ROOOOOOO!” to the tune of the Canadian National Anthem. This seems to invigorate the Canadian Domination champion, who cries out again in rage and determination, using every ounce of strength he has to bridge his body into “crab-walk” position with ONLY ONE ARM, and begin to work his way towards the ropes. He makes incremental progress, visibly and audibly straining with the effort, with Cleo very clearly a dead weight against his still-trapped arm. Still, Ryder perseveres as the crowd’s support swells to a fever pitch and eventually manages to JUST brush the bottom rope with the tips of his outstretched fingers, and this is sufficient to get a five-count from the referee, which Cleo releases at two.)
JR Freeman: And a clean break from the World Champion!
Alfonso Banks: Are you at all surprised, JR? That’s just the kind of classy broad she is!
JR Freeman: …Okay, FIRST of all, what is this, 1957? And SECONDLY, Alf, when you’re trying to make a woman like you, you should probably refrain from using the term “classy broad” to describe her personality.
Alfonso Banks: …I MEANT it as a compliment!
JR Freeman: That in no way makes this better.
(The champ backs away from Ryder, nodding in admiration at his show of strength and fortitude, and the crowd pops once again as she begins to slowly work his way to his feet. He makes it up to one knee, panting heavily and cradling his left arm, then looks out past the ropes and makes eye contact with Desiree at ringside. He inhales sharply and reaches out to her…)
Devon Ryder: Shoot me down…
Audience: I WON’T FAAAAAALL!
(Desiree looks up at Devon, her smile slowly fading as the pair lock eyes. Devon’s eyes grow wide, confusion and desperation written large across his face. He slowly pushes himself back to his feet, leaning over the top rope towards his lover.)
Devon Ryder: Desiree? Amor?
Desiree de La Roche: I… I’m sorry. I can’t.
(She turns away from her beloved, eliciting an audible gasp from the fans in attendance as she begins to make her way back up the ramp towards guerilla position. The audience’s song peters out as they begin to boo this sudden change of heart, and Ryder watches Desiree’s exit with a mix of sorrow, heartbreak and abject confusion etched across his face. His mouth hangs agape to match his widened eyes, and the Collateral Damage champion remains rooted to the spot, frozen in position as if he’d just been turned to stone by his beloved’s gaze. She casts him one glance backwards over her shoulder, tears streaming down her OWN face in response, before disappearing behind the curtain.)
JR Freeman: What the? What just HAPPENED here?
Alfonso Banks: Looks like we might be seeing trouble in Canadian Paradise here, JR!
JR Freeman: My God, Devon Ryder looks absolutely PETRIFIED! One can only IMAGINE the emotions running through his head right now!
Alfonso Banks: I’m not sure we NEED to imagine them, JR; looks like Hawk’s giving us a pretty thorough play-by-play.
(The cameras cut back to the ring, now, and indeed we can see Ryder’s tag team partner standing on the apron, openly mocking his fellow countryman’s expression of confusion and surprise. He gasps an exaggerated gasp and brings his hands up to his face a la Macaulay Culkin in “Home Alone”, eliciting a mixture of boos and laughter from the audience as he turns to face them all, pointing at Ryder and saying “The fuck’s with him?” As this happens, however, Hawk’s reaction swiftly turns to one of GENUINE shock as Devon Ryder slowly turns around, still agape and clearly shattered by what he’s just experienced… directly into a MILLY ROCK from Cleo Phillips! Ryder hits the mat like a sack of potatoes and the World Champ goes for a cover…)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER!
Alfonso Banks: MILLY ROCK! MILLY ROCK ON THE BLINDSIDED DEVON RYDER! Damn, Cleo, you a BAD beyatch!
JR Freeman: …Completely ignoring THAT crime against the English language, take a look at Mike Hawk! Hawk was too busy showboating and mocking Devon Ryder to break up the pinfall! He must be LIVID with himself right now!
Alfonso Banks: Don’t blame yourself, Mr. President! That smug S.O.B DESERVED to get taken down a peg! This doesn’t reflect on your spotless win/loss record!
JR Freeman: Do… do you LISTEN to yourself, Alfonso?
Alfonso Banks: Eh, I tune in and out.
(Meanwhile, back in the ring, now it’s HAWK’S jaw that has practically hit the mat, and he gesticulates wildly in exasperation with his partner! He kicks the mats beside the ring, even going so far as to kick the ring apron as well, in exasperation, and in doing so he kicks the ring post and hops on one foot, clutching the one he kicked with, having hurt himself, and saying “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Cleo Phillips gets back to her feet with a grin, shrugging into the hard cam and mouthing “No distractions. Sorry not sorry!” before the referee makes her way to the centre of the ring to raise the World Champ’s hand.)
Meg Reynolds: Here are your winners, the team of “The Dark Queen” Alexandra Calaway, and “The Body Snatcher” CLEOOOOO PHILLIPS!
WINNERS - ALEXANDRA CALAWAY AND CLEO PHILLIPS
(Coolio’s well-known “Gangsta’s Paradise” begins to blare over the speakers again as Cleo and Alexandra celebrate their victory in the centre of the ring, with Devon Ryder lying on the mat and holding his own head with both hands, literally visibly wracked with sobs in the wake of this disaster. Cleo Phillips begrudgingly extends a hand to Alexandra Calaway, who looks her up and down for one long moment, before slapping her hand out of the way as the pair come nose-to-nose. Hawk storms through the ropes as well, getting into the fray and jaw-jacking with both parties, ending with a standoff among all three World Title contenders in the lead-up to Dishonored. As the three competitors vying for the World title at Dishonored square off in the centre of the ring, we cut back to ringside where our announce team begins the broadcast’s send-off.)
JR Freeman: Well, I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for you tonight, folks! Things are heating up here in the lead-up to Dishonored, rest assured that the next episode of Riot is going to be INSANE!
Alfonso Banks: Damn straight, JR! But for the moment; on behalf of JR Freeman, myself and everyone here at PWS: Apex, this is “Smooth Daddy Cool” Alfonso Banks wishing you all goodnight, and see you next fortnight!
JR Freeman: …I’m sorry, “SMOOTH DADDY COO-”
(The broadcast abruptly cuts.)
