Post by PWXonline on Dec 19, 2013 22:25:27 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 62: RETURN TO WRATH
IDAHO CENTER
NAMPA, IDAHO
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 18TH, 2013
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Pyro shoots off from all sides of the rafters as it explodes on the ramp. The crowd are all on their feet as the cheer loudly. Chants off all different sorts can be heard through out the arena as we go to ringside.
Chris: Good evening everyone, and welcome to PWX Adrenaline! I'm Chris Caudill, joined by my ever so enthusiastic partner, Ricky Cravate.
Ricky: Yea, yea, what the fuck is going on this week?
Chris: Well, we've got debuts, an open challenge match, a battle of the Jason's and a main event that promises to be epic!
Ricky: Sounds good. It's a good thing I bought some drinks for tonight.
Chris: Before we get to our first match, ladies and gentlemen, I want to make an announcement by PWX management. It has been announced that NEXT WEEK, our very own PWX Year End Awards show will take place! So, can't wait for that! Exciting!!
Ricky: I hope I get nominated for something!
Chris: There's no telling what we will be end store for next week!
Ricky: The Year End Awards is always an exciting time in PWX!
Chris: With that being said, folks, lets kick if off with our first match!
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WELCOME TO PWX MATCH
TJ CODAIR vs KHAOS
Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand. He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.
“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”
Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.
“Laugh as it falls away”
Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.
“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”
Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.
“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”
The music dies down as Codair stands on the turnbuckles. Codair turns on the 2nd turnbuckle and has a seat on the top turnbuckle. He holds the microphone in hand as he begins to speak.
TJ: Ya know, sense I been here for a week or so, I have noticed a bit of a power struggle tween the owner of the company, or the president, ceo, corporate jack ass, whatever we are calling him this week, and John Ojeda. One has the power of the company, the other has the power to knock the man right off his throne. I find this to be interesting because people know that me and John go a bit back. However no one actually knows how far back me and him go. Well folks, lets just say I have had the pleasure of knowing John for a bit, you can thank his trainer for that.
An uproar from this is heard from the fans as Codair looks around.
TJ: Apparently you guys know who he is. You see, me and Corey Gein go years back, sense the XWF. We didn't always see eye to eye back then however he had this knack of being one of the baddest mother fuckers on the planet, and trust me when I say this. When the man spoke, you listened. You see the relationship tween me and Corey was always Chaos, Anarchy, Disorder, raising hell, causing mindless violence, destroying whatever the hell was in our path, and believe me when I say this, we were good at it. The reason Gein became a house hold name as early as he did. Well I ain't sure how much any of you are up on your history was because of me. Oh he would have been known eventually however he deserved a XWF World Championship match, however I knew that the suits would never allow it to happen because he was too unrated, when I was just an R. I KNOW, a guy who surpasses me when it comes to censorship bullshit is not dealing with a full fucking deck. However the match happened, they wanted me to hold onto the title longer, defend at a pay per view against some undeserving piece of shit who bought into the company or whatever. I cant remember the exact details, and well needless to say, I disagreed with that decision, so it came to put up or shut up moment. We got the match, at my insisting and we tore the living hell out of each other. I am pretty sure we tried to kill each other. However the outcome Corey beat me. Ever sense we always had the utmost respect for one another. Fast forward ten years I get a phone call from Corey going dude, that John Ojeda guy that's in the fed your at, hes one of mine.
Codair has a shocked look on his face and points at his face
TJ: Yes, this was my face, shock that Corey was not in jail. Grizzly mother fucker that he was, so after I think John Ojeda's first match I grabbed him and we went out for a few brews. Alright when I say a few brew I actually mean a few dozen. Talked a bunch and realized oh shit, this is R rated version of Corey Gein, Corey lite. Scary thought, whats even scarier is the fact that he is the same guy that brought me here to the PWX, not asking me to help hi..............
Codair continues to talk into the microphone as it would appear it was cut off, Codair shakes his head in disbelief as
Chris: When I heard TJ Codair was joining the PWX, I could not help but be real excited for what he will be bringing to the competition. Now with this little revelation of his friendship with John Ojeda, I am a little bit concerned.
Ricky: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your a mark for Codair, you been talking about this match all week.
The arena goes out completely. The only lights are from the camera flashes from the fans. Suddenly a huge explosion erupts into a pillar of flames on the stage. As the Chorus begins of Lift me Up, the flames fade away and the lights start to come back on slowly. Standing where the flames just died is Khaos seemingly created from the fire. Khaos makes his way down to the ring and enters.
Ricky: Khaos here, well he is looking to make his in ring debut from MMA, and I am sure he is going to learn real quick that there is a huge difference between the two.
Chris: Oh yeah, Codair will show him.
Codair and Khaos exchange a few words, as the ring bell rings and Khaos fires off with a stiff forearm to Codair's jaw. Codair steps back as Khaos grabs Codair by the back of the head and hits him again with another stiff forearm. Codair stumbles back as Khaos immediately hits a kick to the back of Codair's knee. Codair drops to his knees, as Khaos goes for a low round house kick but Codair blocks the kick gets back to his feet and hits a quick belly to belly suplex
Chris: Seems Khaos is trying to keep this a strikers match
Ricky: Yup, leave it to TJ Codair to ruin it for him.
Codair tries to shake off the after affects of the shot to the back of his knee as Khaos is back on his feet again. Khaos charges slowly comes towards Codair in guard, as Codair goes to lock up with Khaos, as Khaos quickly backs away. Codair swipes at Khaos however Khaos quickly dodges and goes for Codair's legs. Codair quickly moves away as Khaos goes for Codair again moving him into the corner.
Ricky: Seems your boy maybe in trouble.
Chris: Don't count out the man from Boston.
Khaos quickly throws a few jabs at Codair as Codair manages to block them, and grabs Khaos by the head and smash his head off the top turnbuckle. Khaos stumbles back as Codair hits a knife edge chop which takes Khaos right off his feet. Khaos quickly gets back to his feet as he is met with a stiff boot the gut and another knife edge chop to the chest. Khaos grimmaces in pain, as Codair then hits a european uppercut. Khaos falls backwards as Codair immediately mounts Khaos and drops forearm shot after forearm shot on him. The referee quickly gets involved and pulls Codair off of him. Codair gets back to his feet and exchanges a few words with the referee.
Ricky: Nothing technical about this match so far.
Chris: Yup, Khaos tried keeping it to a striking match, and unfortunatly for him. He learned real quick Codair can brawl with the best of them.
Ricky: Your such a kiss up, HEY CODAIR, you got your number one ass kisser sitting right next to me.
Khaos recovers quickly and clips Codairs left knee, Codair drops down holding his knee as Khaos drops down into a knee bar real quickly. Codair tries to roll out of the lock as Khaos applies pressure. Codair lays down on his back for a moment and focuses.
Ricky: looks like now this is a ground game match, 1 up for the MMA guy.
Codair grabs the back of Khaos foot, straightens it out and punchs multiple times right into the back of the ankle.
Ricky: Jesus, Codair is punching the Achile's tendon.
They both wince in pain as Codair manages to roll both him and Khaos close enough to the ropes to grab them. The ref orders Khaos to release the hold, as Khaos gets back to his feet showing Codair was close fist punching him. Codair pulls himself back to his feet, as Khaos walks behind Codair and lifts him up, dropping Codair down with a vicious knee breaker. As Codair drops back down to the mat holding his knee, he rolls trying to get away as Khaos starts to kick him in the leg. Codair makes it to the turnbuckles and pulls himself back to his feet. Codair turns around and is hit by a corner clothesline. Codair drops down to the second turnbuckle as Codair pulls himself back up, as Khaos looks a little bit stunned Codair puts up two fingers and goes to shove them in Khaos eyes as Khaos quickly backs away and starts yelling at Codair.
Ricky: He was going to do an eye poke, Stooge style.
Chris: Khaos saw it coming, oh no Codair don't do that, this is televised.
Codair gets a sadistic grin on his face, as he raises up a middle finger. Khaos gets irate and charges at Codair again, Codair dodges out of the way, then grabs Khaos by the back of his head and smashes his head off the turnbuckle, smashes his left forearm across the back of Khaos neck, then smashes his head off the turnbuckle again. Codair grabs Khaos in a rear waist lock and hits a German Suplex, Codair holds onto the rear waist lock and pulls Khaos back to his feet and hits another German Suplex. Codair tries to pick Khaos back up again, but his knee gives in for a moment as Codair drops down. Codair rolls Khaos over and does the Stooge eye poke.
Ricky: He did it, he did the stooge eye poke. Where is the referee.
The referee has a few words with Codair as Codair backs off. Khaos tries to pull himself back to his feet as Codair just picks him up and quickly drops him with a Swing Reverse STO.
CHRIS: SHATTERSTAR, HE hit him with the SHATTERSTAR.
Codair drops down into a cover as the referee gets into position
ONE
TWO
THREE
Codair gets off Khaos and raises his arms in victory, as White Knuckles begins to play on the loudspeakers. Codair limps a little bit to the ropes as the referee checks on Khaos.
Chris: TJ Codair is the winner in his debut match here.
WINNER: TJ CODAIR
TJ CODAIR vs KHAOS
Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand. He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.
“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”
Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.
“Laugh as it falls away”
Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.
“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”
Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.
“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”
The music dies down as Codair stands on the turnbuckles. Codair turns on the 2nd turnbuckle and has a seat on the top turnbuckle. He holds the microphone in hand as he begins to speak.
TJ: Ya know, sense I been here for a week or so, I have noticed a bit of a power struggle tween the owner of the company, or the president, ceo, corporate jack ass, whatever we are calling him this week, and John Ojeda. One has the power of the company, the other has the power to knock the man right off his throne. I find this to be interesting because people know that me and John go a bit back. However no one actually knows how far back me and him go. Well folks, lets just say I have had the pleasure of knowing John for a bit, you can thank his trainer for that.
An uproar from this is heard from the fans as Codair looks around.
TJ: Apparently you guys know who he is. You see, me and Corey Gein go years back, sense the XWF. We didn't always see eye to eye back then however he had this knack of being one of the baddest mother fuckers on the planet, and trust me when I say this. When the man spoke, you listened. You see the relationship tween me and Corey was always Chaos, Anarchy, Disorder, raising hell, causing mindless violence, destroying whatever the hell was in our path, and believe me when I say this, we were good at it. The reason Gein became a house hold name as early as he did. Well I ain't sure how much any of you are up on your history was because of me. Oh he would have been known eventually however he deserved a XWF World Championship match, however I knew that the suits would never allow it to happen because he was too unrated, when I was just an R. I KNOW, a guy who surpasses me when it comes to censorship bullshit is not dealing with a full fucking deck. However the match happened, they wanted me to hold onto the title longer, defend at a pay per view against some undeserving piece of shit who bought into the company or whatever. I cant remember the exact details, and well needless to say, I disagreed with that decision, so it came to put up or shut up moment. We got the match, at my insisting and we tore the living hell out of each other. I am pretty sure we tried to kill each other. However the outcome Corey beat me. Ever sense we always had the utmost respect for one another. Fast forward ten years I get a phone call from Corey going dude, that John Ojeda guy that's in the fed your at, hes one of mine.
Codair has a shocked look on his face and points at his face
TJ: Yes, this was my face, shock that Corey was not in jail. Grizzly mother fucker that he was, so after I think John Ojeda's first match I grabbed him and we went out for a few brews. Alright when I say a few brew I actually mean a few dozen. Talked a bunch and realized oh shit, this is R rated version of Corey Gein, Corey lite. Scary thought, whats even scarier is the fact that he is the same guy that brought me here to the PWX, not asking me to help hi..............
Codair continues to talk into the microphone as it would appear it was cut off, Codair shakes his head in disbelief as
Chris: When I heard TJ Codair was joining the PWX, I could not help but be real excited for what he will be bringing to the competition. Now with this little revelation of his friendship with John Ojeda, I am a little bit concerned.
Ricky: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your a mark for Codair, you been talking about this match all week.
The arena goes out completely. The only lights are from the camera flashes from the fans. Suddenly a huge explosion erupts into a pillar of flames on the stage. As the Chorus begins of Lift me Up, the flames fade away and the lights start to come back on slowly. Standing where the flames just died is Khaos seemingly created from the fire. Khaos makes his way down to the ring and enters.
Ricky: Khaos here, well he is looking to make his in ring debut from MMA, and I am sure he is going to learn real quick that there is a huge difference between the two.
Chris: Oh yeah, Codair will show him.
Codair and Khaos exchange a few words, as the ring bell rings and Khaos fires off with a stiff forearm to Codair's jaw. Codair steps back as Khaos grabs Codair by the back of the head and hits him again with another stiff forearm. Codair stumbles back as Khaos immediately hits a kick to the back of Codair's knee. Codair drops to his knees, as Khaos goes for a low round house kick but Codair blocks the kick gets back to his feet and hits a quick belly to belly suplex
Chris: Seems Khaos is trying to keep this a strikers match
Ricky: Yup, leave it to TJ Codair to ruin it for him.
Codair tries to shake off the after affects of the shot to the back of his knee as Khaos is back on his feet again. Khaos charges slowly comes towards Codair in guard, as Codair goes to lock up with Khaos, as Khaos quickly backs away. Codair swipes at Khaos however Khaos quickly dodges and goes for Codair's legs. Codair quickly moves away as Khaos goes for Codair again moving him into the corner.
Ricky: Seems your boy maybe in trouble.
Chris: Don't count out the man from Boston.
Khaos quickly throws a few jabs at Codair as Codair manages to block them, and grabs Khaos by the head and smash his head off the top turnbuckle. Khaos stumbles back as Codair hits a knife edge chop which takes Khaos right off his feet. Khaos quickly gets back to his feet as he is met with a stiff boot the gut and another knife edge chop to the chest. Khaos grimmaces in pain, as Codair then hits a european uppercut. Khaos falls backwards as Codair immediately mounts Khaos and drops forearm shot after forearm shot on him. The referee quickly gets involved and pulls Codair off of him. Codair gets back to his feet and exchanges a few words with the referee.
Ricky: Nothing technical about this match so far.
Chris: Yup, Khaos tried keeping it to a striking match, and unfortunatly for him. He learned real quick Codair can brawl with the best of them.
Ricky: Your such a kiss up, HEY CODAIR, you got your number one ass kisser sitting right next to me.
Khaos recovers quickly and clips Codairs left knee, Codair drops down holding his knee as Khaos drops down into a knee bar real quickly. Codair tries to roll out of the lock as Khaos applies pressure. Codair lays down on his back for a moment and focuses.
Ricky: looks like now this is a ground game match, 1 up for the MMA guy.
Codair grabs the back of Khaos foot, straightens it out and punchs multiple times right into the back of the ankle.
Ricky: Jesus, Codair is punching the Achile's tendon.
They both wince in pain as Codair manages to roll both him and Khaos close enough to the ropes to grab them. The ref orders Khaos to release the hold, as Khaos gets back to his feet showing Codair was close fist punching him. Codair pulls himself back to his feet, as Khaos walks behind Codair and lifts him up, dropping Codair down with a vicious knee breaker. As Codair drops back down to the mat holding his knee, he rolls trying to get away as Khaos starts to kick him in the leg. Codair makes it to the turnbuckles and pulls himself back to his feet. Codair turns around and is hit by a corner clothesline. Codair drops down to the second turnbuckle as Codair pulls himself back up, as Khaos looks a little bit stunned Codair puts up two fingers and goes to shove them in Khaos eyes as Khaos quickly backs away and starts yelling at Codair.
Ricky: He was going to do an eye poke, Stooge style.
Chris: Khaos saw it coming, oh no Codair don't do that, this is televised.
Codair gets a sadistic grin on his face, as he raises up a middle finger. Khaos gets irate and charges at Codair again, Codair dodges out of the way, then grabs Khaos by the back of his head and smashes his head off the turnbuckle, smashes his left forearm across the back of Khaos neck, then smashes his head off the turnbuckle again. Codair grabs Khaos in a rear waist lock and hits a German Suplex, Codair holds onto the rear waist lock and pulls Khaos back to his feet and hits another German Suplex. Codair tries to pick Khaos back up again, but his knee gives in for a moment as Codair drops down. Codair rolls Khaos over and does the Stooge eye poke.
Ricky: He did it, he did the stooge eye poke. Where is the referee.
The referee has a few words with Codair as Codair backs off. Khaos tries to pull himself back to his feet as Codair just picks him up and quickly drops him with a Swing Reverse STO.
CHRIS: SHATTERSTAR, HE hit him with the SHATTERSTAR.
Codair drops down into a cover as the referee gets into position
ONE
TWO
THREE
Codair gets off Khaos and raises his arms in victory, as White Knuckles begins to play on the loudspeakers. Codair limps a little bit to the ropes as the referee checks on Khaos.
Chris: TJ Codair is the winner in his debut match here.
WINNER: TJ CODAIR
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We are taken backstage as Jerry Clark is seen standing by.
Jerry: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Nikki Walton.
Nikki comes into view as the crowd begin to boo her. She is seen sporting a large smile on her face as she walks closer to Jerry in confidence. Before she speaks, though, Bruce Bowen can be seen walking up as well. He takes a spot right behind Nikki.
Nikki: What Jerry? You have a problem with Bruce being here? He doesn't intimidate you, does he?
Jerry smiles and remains calm.
Jerry: I have no problem with Bruce being here. I was simply surprised he was with you.
Nikki: Why should he be? That shouldn't matter. What matters is how awesome I am! I hear the year end awards show is next week and I should win an award for swaying everyone!
Jerry: You are now apart of House of Stone and I will admit, you did sway me.
Nikki just snubs Jerry.
Nikki: Psh, don't antagonize me Jerry! We all know that I belong in the House of Stone and rightfully so!
Jerry just nods his head slightly.
Jerry: So let's talk about what happened last week.
Nikki: Yea, what about it? Like I said, I deserve to be in the House of Stone. Anton also got what was coming at him. You wanna know what else he...
Nikki is cut off as all of a sudden, Anton Chase comes out of nowhere and floors Bruce with a steel chair. Nikki backs off as she's startled by Anton's presence. Anton doesn't smile or anything as he just looks on at Bruce on the ground. Anton waits a few minutes before walking off down the hallway. As he does, he stops and turns back around and shouts something that seems to be directed to Nikki.
Anton Chase: You'll get yours in due time!
Anton than turns back around and walks off. As he walks off, David Wilson and Willow Wilkes come running into view. They check on Bruce, who appears to be getting up on his own.
David Wilson: Da fuck happened?
Willow Wilkes: Are you alright?
Bruce nods as David and Willow stand next to him. David pats Bruce on the back as all three look off into the direction that Anton walked away in as we fade back to ring side.
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"Get Real" blasts through the speakers and out comes Adam Stryker to a mixed reaction. The 220 Wrestling WWWorld Championship is around his waist and he carries the PWX Hybrid Championship in his left hand, while in the right, there is a microphone. Stryker looks insanely pissed off as he marches towards the ring, where he slides under the bottom rope and takes center stage right in the middle of the ring.
Adam Stryker: Cut the music!
There's almost complete science after Adam's shout.
Adam Stryker: Did you guys like last week's main event? Me and John Pariah going at it again?
Both "YES" and "NO" chants fill the arena.
Adam Stryker: 'Cause I did not. I mean, it was a good match, back and forth and all that, but there was something that definitely wasn't needed and you know what I am talking about. Darin... Brian... if you would, please....
"Hail To The King" cues in as Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood enter the arena, showered by the boos. They join Stryker in the ring quickly.
Adam Stryker: I know that lately we kinda started understanding each other a little more after our problems from the past. But you seem to still not understand one thing. See, I may be a sort of a bad guy. I get too aggressive, I get a little too confident, whatever. But I know one thing. I can't win every damn time. I know you want me to be your superhero, leading The Establishment and PWX to new heights or whatever, but I am not perfect and sometimes I happen to lose a match. When it's a clean loss, I am man enough to admit defeat. You see where I am going, right? John Pariah had me death to rights last week, just when you had to stick your noses in the business! Darin, Brian, your job is to sign my checks. Not to wrestle my fucking matches!
Darin Zion: Adam, listen, we--
Adam Stryker: STOP! I AM TALKING!
Stryker's face is red in fury and Zion and Hollywood both look confused. The champion puts the mic to his mouth again, but before he can speak, "Rise" by Escape The Paradigm hits the PA system and here comes John Pariah! He gets inside the ring and faces Stryker.
Crowd: you got screwed, you got screwed, you got screwed!
John Pariah: Hey, Wonder Twins....go fuck yourselves.
The crowd roars.
John Pariah: Adam, all due respect-but I don't believe this charade. You've never had issues with people giving you a little hand before, be it from Damien Frost or The Untouchables, or now the Rainbow Coallition...
Zion goes to interrupt, but notices his mic has been cut off.
John Pariah: I have friends in the truck. Like I said: Fuck. Yourself.
The crowd cheers again, as Zion grows angrier and angrier
John Pariah: I helped bring you to PWX Adam, I know what you're capable of. While these two douchebags have failed this company more times than I care to count-you still have a shot at salvation. So, in the spirit of the holidays....next week is Christmas Day, and do you know what I asked Santa for? I mean besides a brain aneurism for these two chucklefucks?
Adam shakes his head, and chuckles at the insults being thrown at The Establishment.
John Pariah: You. Me. Hybrid Championship. You said it yourself Adam, I had you dead to rights last week. So as a little insurance policy....what say we out it inside a steel cage! Ensuring that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb stay out of our way!
Adam Stryker: That sounds like a main event to me.
Just as Pariah and Stryker shake hands on the main event for next weeks Adrenaline, "just close your eyes" by Story of the Year hits the PA system. The crowd roars as Jason Parker Olesen steps out onto the stage with a mic.
JPO: guys, I have one little thing to add, I don't know if you can do math-but the Establishments ownership stake in PWX only adds up to 50% of the total shares. Now, someone had to have bought out Jessica harmony! and after that-the company went private. So riddle me this boys: who owns the other half of PWX? Well......I do.
Chris Caudill: WHAT?
JPO: so with that said-if anybody interferes in next weeks main event.....they can walk out that front door and right into the unemployment line! And Darin, Brian, that includes you.....
"just Close your eyes" reprises as we fade to commercial
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OPEN CHALLENGE MATCH
TROY STONE vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with Money and Stone tying up in the center of the ring. Stone goes behind Cash Money and shoves him into the ropes ; and trips him as he bounces backwards. Money falls down in a ridiculous fashion and flails as he does so. Stone picks up Money and whips him into the ropes. Stone attempts a clothesline, but Money ducks under it. Money comes back for a flying forearm smash, but misses by about a foot! The whole crowd erupts in laughter and chants. Stone steps back into the corner and leans back, laughing at Cash Money’s stupidity.]
Chris: Stone is just dominating Cash Money. But I don’t think anyone expected anything else from this match.
Ricky: Well, Cash Money is working overtime at blowing his chances in the ring.
Chris: Well, Ricky, you do have to be pretty stupid to be a racist wigger.
Ricky: Yeah, you do, Chris. Stone is going to destroy Money!
Money gets up and dusts himself off and goes after Stone in the corner. Stone moves out of the way and Money bounces off the turnbuckle. Stone takes the opportunity to grab Money by the head and starts bouncing him into the turnbuckle by the back of his head. After about five bounces, Stone stops but Money keeps bouncing himself off the top turnbuckle. After a minute, Money just falls over and rolls out of the ring. Stone laughs at Cash Money.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Ricky: Cash Money is getting embarrassed in the ring!
Chris: This is getting ridiculous Ricky! How did this guy get on the roster?
Ricky: Some people speculate that he’s Hollywood’s slow son and he gets a job because he’s family.
Chris: You can’t believe rumors! That’s not true!
Cash Money rolls back into the ring and gets back to his feet. Stone closes in and attempts to grab Money, but is poked in the eye. Stone stumbles backwards and clutches at his eyes. Money attempts to shoot in on Stone, but Stone steps out of the way and Money tumbles to the mat and rolls into the corner. Stone picks up Cash Money and hooks him for the Stone Skull Drop. He lifts Money, but Money struggles and flails, causing Stone to swing him back to the mat. As he does, Money rolls through and hits Stone with the small package.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Chris: HOLY SHIT!
Ricky: CASH ACTUALLY PINNED STONE!!!
Chris: Stone can't believe it!!
Cash rolls out of the ring quickly as he pulls out the quick unexpected victory as Stone is on his feet rambling to the referee.
Chris: Does this mean that Cash Money gets a PWX title shot?
Ricky: Wow, that was funny Chris!
Chris: What?! Stone issued the open challenge and Cash beat him.
Ricky: Yea, by getting lucky and actually rolling Stone up unexpectingly!
Chris: Well, you got to account for things like that. But wow..shocking win for Cash! I know Stone isn't going to be having that one let down on him.
WINNER: CASH MONEY
TROY STONE vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with Money and Stone tying up in the center of the ring. Stone goes behind Cash Money and shoves him into the ropes ; and trips him as he bounces backwards. Money falls down in a ridiculous fashion and flails as he does so. Stone picks up Money and whips him into the ropes. Stone attempts a clothesline, but Money ducks under it. Money comes back for a flying forearm smash, but misses by about a foot! The whole crowd erupts in laughter and chants. Stone steps back into the corner and leans back, laughing at Cash Money’s stupidity.]
Chris: Stone is just dominating Cash Money. But I don’t think anyone expected anything else from this match.
Ricky: Well, Cash Money is working overtime at blowing his chances in the ring.
Chris: Well, Ricky, you do have to be pretty stupid to be a racist wigger.
Ricky: Yeah, you do, Chris. Stone is going to destroy Money!
Money gets up and dusts himself off and goes after Stone in the corner. Stone moves out of the way and Money bounces off the turnbuckle. Stone takes the opportunity to grab Money by the head and starts bouncing him into the turnbuckle by the back of his head. After about five bounces, Stone stops but Money keeps bouncing himself off the top turnbuckle. After a minute, Money just falls over and rolls out of the ring. Stone laughs at Cash Money.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Ricky: Cash Money is getting embarrassed in the ring!
Chris: This is getting ridiculous Ricky! How did this guy get on the roster?
Ricky: Some people speculate that he’s Hollywood’s slow son and he gets a job because he’s family.
Chris: You can’t believe rumors! That’s not true!
Cash Money rolls back into the ring and gets back to his feet. Stone closes in and attempts to grab Money, but is poked in the eye. Stone stumbles backwards and clutches at his eyes. Money attempts to shoot in on Stone, but Stone steps out of the way and Money tumbles to the mat and rolls into the corner. Stone picks up Cash Money and hooks him for the Stone Skull Drop. He lifts Money, but Money struggles and flails, causing Stone to swing him back to the mat. As he does, Money rolls through and hits Stone with the small package.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Chris: HOLY SHIT!
Ricky: CASH ACTUALLY PINNED STONE!!!
Chris: Stone can't believe it!!
Cash rolls out of the ring quickly as he pulls out the quick unexpected victory as Stone is on his feet rambling to the referee.
Chris: Does this mean that Cash Money gets a PWX title shot?
Ricky: Wow, that was funny Chris!
Chris: What?! Stone issued the open challenge and Cash beat him.
Ricky: Yea, by getting lucky and actually rolling Stone up unexpectingly!
Chris: Well, you got to account for things like that. But wow..shocking win for Cash! I know Stone isn't going to be having that one let down on him.
WINNER: CASH MONEY
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As Nighthawk puts on his USA Wrestling windbreaker to head out to the ring and corner Jason Aries in his match against the newcomer Jason Richards, he runs a royal blue fingernail-tipped hand through his long cherry bomb-red locks. Otherwise clad in a black Jumping Bomb Angels t-shirt, black leather pants with blue and red piping, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" tapes up his hands even as he lets out a noticeable sigh.
Nighthawk: "If you had told me a few short months ago that I would be doing this, that I would be getting ready to corner Jason Aries, I would have called you a liar in as much florid language as I could muster. And I would be willing to guess that if you asked Jason the same question he would more than likely have answered in the same way. And yet, very soon, the PWX Tag Team World Cup will start and he and I will be in it. And we are favorites.
I've asked myself time and time again since this started: Is there something different about me, something that has allowed me to be Jason Aries's partner when trying with so many others has not gone how I would have wanted it? I think the answer is simple. I trust him, explicitly and implicitly. Almost without trying we think as one, and our styles mesh together. When the tournament starts, keep an eye on us. Because, if this works as well as Jason and I think it can, you will be seeing us for quite a while."
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SINGLES MATCH
JASON RICHARDS vs JASON ARIES
The match starts with both men eye balling each other in the corners, Nighthawk before getting off the apron can be seen saying, "you got this, just go do what you do, no pressure" they do a little custom handshake and Hawk drops off the apron and bangs on the mat to get the crowd into it, both men walk into the center and circle each other clapping the crowd into life, they slap a hand for appearances and go right into a lock up, Aries is forced back into the corner and the Ref gets Richards to break the hold
Chris: This match is going to be spectacular, if you look at what both these men bring to the ring in the ways of move set, weight, height...
Ricky: Attitude, we get it they are very very similar but knowing both of these men I would say all that will go out the window when the kicks come into play
They lock up again and this time Aries takes control with a hammerlock then a belly to back suplex taking Richards to the mat reapplying a grounded hammerlock, Richards takes advantage of the uneasy positioning of Aries and spins his body round into a cross arm breaker but before he can lock it in Aries rolls backwards and bounces of the ropes coming back with a somersault leg drop which misses as Richards manages to Kip up out of danger, Richards swings a kick and Aries lays back to avoid it and Kips up himself but catches his opponent with an ace crusher
Chris: I may not even call this just sit back with my drink and PIN!
1...
Ricky: Relax if anything these guys are just a little dizzy right now, this has a long way to go
Richards kicks at one and rolls away hitting the ropes and nailing Aries with a shoulder block, Aries bounces back through the middle ropes, gets caught up and uses the momentum to right himself and come flying back out of the ropes in the ring nailing Richards with a high Knee to the chest sending Richards instead tumbling from the ring. Aries runs the ropes but Richards runs back in and sweeps his legs out from underneath him, Aries flys from the middle of the ring landing on his back and slides to the outside from the torque
Ricky: Richards was lucky Aries was coming at him like a bullet there!
Chris: If the after effects of the counter are anything to go by Id have to agree with you on that one
Richards moves out to the Apron, Aries landed on his feet after the slide out of the ring and Richards runs Straight through Aries with a kick to the chest and straight up onto the turnbuckle kicking back off the middle rope and moonsaulting down onto his opponent
Chris: WOW!
Ricky: OK now that was cool!
He quickly rolls Aries back in the ring and delivers a slingshot Flipping senton down onto his opponent and turns to the pin
1...
2...
Aries foot goes to the ropes and Richards hauls Aries up and whips him into a corner back first and then follows up directly with a Yakuza kick, Aries stumbles out of the corner and Richards systematically kicks him to his knees then starts delivering rapid kicks to his forehead
Chris: Aries is in real trouble here
Ricky: Multiple shots to the head can effect someones balance so much that this alone could void maybe a third of the offence Aries is usually capable of
Chris: That's true, it isn't exactly easy to stand on the top rope if the world is a spinning blur of color
With on final kick Aries falls to the mat and Richards gives the customary salute
Richards: WOO!
And applies a figure four dead in the center of the ring, the crowd starts going crazy and nighthawk runs round to face Aries trying to will him to the ropes, his tag partner at the minute is barely conscious and down on the mat in a precarious decision
Ricky: Aries has been tagging for almost 5 weeks straight, a singles match is a different thing completely, there is no rest bite anywhere, its just you, your opponent and a couple of thousand voices on the outside of the ring
Chris: Those voices seem to be bringing him round now, he is slamming his fists on the mat but he can't move
Nighthawk switches his instruction and starts yelling at Aries to Roll as he bangs on the mat and starts willing the crowd into support for his comrade. Richards has his bodies pitched perfectly though with all his weight spread thin on the mat making the roll more of a dead-lift. But somehow through the energy of the crowd he manages to pull it off arching himself up on pure adrenaline reversing some of the pressure into Richards
Ricky: And now this hold basically becomes a submission version of chicken, both men are in agony right now and one will either give up or break the hold
Chris: There we go Richards broke it
Both men collapse to the mat and the crowd goes wild giving a standing ovation to this contest of skill, the ref starts to count as both men struggle to their feet, he makes a count of seven before they are on their feet. In a show of endurance playing a part in mind games both men walk on wobbly legs out to meet each other and Aries calls for a test of strength, as they go to lock up Richards slips into a go behind. Aries throws an elbow to the side of Richards head and reaches through his legs pulling Richard's legs out from beneath him, he succeeds and musters everything he has running to the ropes for a perfect no hands lionsault which has Nighthawk bouncing on the outside
Chris: THIS IS IT!
1...
2...
Ricky: NO! Richards makes it out at 2
Aries muscles Richards up into the corner and puts him on the top rope, he climbs looking for the super plex but gets pushed off by Richards who leaps off the ropes onto Aries back who catches him out of nowhere with a back pack stunner, he wraps the legs and pulls his opponent out into the middle of the ring and into a deep Boston crab sitting all the way down on his opponent not just holding him but pinning him to the mat
Ricky: That looks excruciating!
Chris: Both of these guys have taken a lot out of each other this has to be it, I really don't see this going any other way
Richards is doing everything to get out but the move has him completely immobilized and any wrong maneuver could make it even worse, the hold is dangerously deep. The ref checks Richards again and he still won't give, the crowd is going nuts yelling please don't tap and he doesn't, Aries looks back and realizes this isn't working tossing down the legs and standing up walking around the opponent with his hands on his hips. His opponent is physically spent and he hauls Richards body into position going to the top rope for the Aries rage
Ricky: This has got to do it!
He jumps and Richards moves, Aries rolls though onto his feet and runs back into a super kick and then a JR Drives out nowhere
Chris: NO BUT THAT SURE AS HELL WILL!
1...
2...
3....
Ricky: It's done! What a match and a fitting finish for it, both of these guys gave no quarter tonight
And they definitely didn't leave anything in the locker room
Chris: Richards gave Aries everything tonight and it was enough, both of these men could of walked out of here a justified winner, what a match
The crowd are giving the 2 a standing ovation accompanied by the usual that was awesome chants
WINNER: JASON RICHARDS
JASON RICHARDS vs JASON ARIES
The match starts with both men eye balling each other in the corners, Nighthawk before getting off the apron can be seen saying, "you got this, just go do what you do, no pressure" they do a little custom handshake and Hawk drops off the apron and bangs on the mat to get the crowd into it, both men walk into the center and circle each other clapping the crowd into life, they slap a hand for appearances and go right into a lock up, Aries is forced back into the corner and the Ref gets Richards to break the hold
Chris: This match is going to be spectacular, if you look at what both these men bring to the ring in the ways of move set, weight, height...
Ricky: Attitude, we get it they are very very similar but knowing both of these men I would say all that will go out the window when the kicks come into play
They lock up again and this time Aries takes control with a hammerlock then a belly to back suplex taking Richards to the mat reapplying a grounded hammerlock, Richards takes advantage of the uneasy positioning of Aries and spins his body round into a cross arm breaker but before he can lock it in Aries rolls backwards and bounces of the ropes coming back with a somersault leg drop which misses as Richards manages to Kip up out of danger, Richards swings a kick and Aries lays back to avoid it and Kips up himself but catches his opponent with an ace crusher
Chris: I may not even call this just sit back with my drink and PIN!
1...
Ricky: Relax if anything these guys are just a little dizzy right now, this has a long way to go
Richards kicks at one and rolls away hitting the ropes and nailing Aries with a shoulder block, Aries bounces back through the middle ropes, gets caught up and uses the momentum to right himself and come flying back out of the ropes in the ring nailing Richards with a high Knee to the chest sending Richards instead tumbling from the ring. Aries runs the ropes but Richards runs back in and sweeps his legs out from underneath him, Aries flys from the middle of the ring landing on his back and slides to the outside from the torque
Ricky: Richards was lucky Aries was coming at him like a bullet there!
Chris: If the after effects of the counter are anything to go by Id have to agree with you on that one
Richards moves out to the Apron, Aries landed on his feet after the slide out of the ring and Richards runs Straight through Aries with a kick to the chest and straight up onto the turnbuckle kicking back off the middle rope and moonsaulting down onto his opponent
Chris: WOW!
Ricky: OK now that was cool!
He quickly rolls Aries back in the ring and delivers a slingshot Flipping senton down onto his opponent and turns to the pin
1...
2...
Aries foot goes to the ropes and Richards hauls Aries up and whips him into a corner back first and then follows up directly with a Yakuza kick, Aries stumbles out of the corner and Richards systematically kicks him to his knees then starts delivering rapid kicks to his forehead
Chris: Aries is in real trouble here
Ricky: Multiple shots to the head can effect someones balance so much that this alone could void maybe a third of the offence Aries is usually capable of
Chris: That's true, it isn't exactly easy to stand on the top rope if the world is a spinning blur of color
With on final kick Aries falls to the mat and Richards gives the customary salute
Richards: WOO!
And applies a figure four dead in the center of the ring, the crowd starts going crazy and nighthawk runs round to face Aries trying to will him to the ropes, his tag partner at the minute is barely conscious and down on the mat in a precarious decision
Ricky: Aries has been tagging for almost 5 weeks straight, a singles match is a different thing completely, there is no rest bite anywhere, its just you, your opponent and a couple of thousand voices on the outside of the ring
Chris: Those voices seem to be bringing him round now, he is slamming his fists on the mat but he can't move
Nighthawk switches his instruction and starts yelling at Aries to Roll as he bangs on the mat and starts willing the crowd into support for his comrade. Richards has his bodies pitched perfectly though with all his weight spread thin on the mat making the roll more of a dead-lift. But somehow through the energy of the crowd he manages to pull it off arching himself up on pure adrenaline reversing some of the pressure into Richards
Ricky: And now this hold basically becomes a submission version of chicken, both men are in agony right now and one will either give up or break the hold
Chris: There we go Richards broke it
Both men collapse to the mat and the crowd goes wild giving a standing ovation to this contest of skill, the ref starts to count as both men struggle to their feet, he makes a count of seven before they are on their feet. In a show of endurance playing a part in mind games both men walk on wobbly legs out to meet each other and Aries calls for a test of strength, as they go to lock up Richards slips into a go behind. Aries throws an elbow to the side of Richards head and reaches through his legs pulling Richard's legs out from beneath him, he succeeds and musters everything he has running to the ropes for a perfect no hands lionsault which has Nighthawk bouncing on the outside
Chris: THIS IS IT!
1...
2...
Ricky: NO! Richards makes it out at 2
Aries muscles Richards up into the corner and puts him on the top rope, he climbs looking for the super plex but gets pushed off by Richards who leaps off the ropes onto Aries back who catches him out of nowhere with a back pack stunner, he wraps the legs and pulls his opponent out into the middle of the ring and into a deep Boston crab sitting all the way down on his opponent not just holding him but pinning him to the mat
Ricky: That looks excruciating!
Chris: Both of these guys have taken a lot out of each other this has to be it, I really don't see this going any other way
Richards is doing everything to get out but the move has him completely immobilized and any wrong maneuver could make it even worse, the hold is dangerously deep. The ref checks Richards again and he still won't give, the crowd is going nuts yelling please don't tap and he doesn't, Aries looks back and realizes this isn't working tossing down the legs and standing up walking around the opponent with his hands on his hips. His opponent is physically spent and he hauls Richards body into position going to the top rope for the Aries rage
Ricky: This has got to do it!
He jumps and Richards moves, Aries rolls though onto his feet and runs back into a super kick and then a JR Drives out nowhere
Chris: NO BUT THAT SURE AS HELL WILL!
1...
2...
3....
Ricky: It's done! What a match and a fitting finish for it, both of these guys gave no quarter tonight
And they definitely didn't leave anything in the locker room
Chris: Richards gave Aries everything tonight and it was enough, both of these men could of walked out of here a justified winner, what a match
The crowd are giving the 2 a standing ovation accompanied by the usual that was awesome chants
WINNER: JASON RICHARDS
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[As soon as the final bell rings, the opening chords of “Smash The Control Machine” interrupt proceedings…]
Chris: Ohhhh boy..
Ricky: What is he doing out here?!
“With the perfect hair
And the perfect wife
And the perfect kids
And the perfect life
I will finally be somebody...”
[…followed by Elijah Black strolling out at the top of the ramp wearing a Black Flag t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, mic in hand and a look of mild condescension on his face]
((Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game!))
Chris: Well it's no secret that there is some history between Black and Aries and Nighthawk.
Ricky: I think they both look confused as to why he's even out here.
[Black saunters down to the ring, eyes focused on Aries, drumming his fingers on the mic as he heads to the ring]
Chris: I actually am curious to hear what he has to say.
Ricky: I'm actually excited to hear what it might be.
[Finally, Black reaches ringside and climbs into the ring]
Black: So this is strange, I’m standing in the same ring as you and, for once, we’re not on opposing teams. You know, after the last month or so, I’d actually forgotten what that felt like – but I hadn’t forgotten than, at the end of it all, we all saw who the better team was.
[Black casts a glance to the crowd]
Black: …and I don’t think I need to spell it out to anyone, do I?
[Black smirks]
Black: See, I was kicking my heels in the back without a match, yet you were out here with my sloppy seconds, a guy I beat last week, and I have to ask if that’s really the way to reward someone who just won a best-of-five series – or, if you prefer, reward someone who lost a best-of-five series…
"Nightmare" suddenly blasts through the PA system as none other then Nightmare appears on the stage and starts making his way down the ramp with a grin on his face.
Chris: And business might have just been picked up!
Ricky: Well where this is Black...Nightmare is not far behind!
As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, standing at the foot of the ring he looks up at Aries with a smirk before sliding in under the ropes and standing up next to Black as he stares down Aries.
Black: Speak of the devil, I was just talking about you – about us, how we won that best-of-five series against Aries and…
Nightmare cuts Black off by grabbing the mic from him. He stands there holding the mic in his hand as he glances from Black to Aries.
Chris: Well, it's obvious that Nightmare has something to say.
Ricky: Whatever it is, it's obviously pretty important if he interrupted Black.
Nightmare: You know this past month has been a little too mundane. I found myself in a Best of Five series because the Powers that be were running out of ideas and scrambled to throw something together and fate just so happened to hand them this. Well that's all fine and dandy but I never wanted to be in a best of five series but I went along with it because hey there must be something worth while at the end right?
He pauses a moment as he runs his free hand through his hair before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
Nightmare: But after all was said and done what do they give us? something tantamount to a coupon at a restaurant. This tournament is a damn insult, we busted our asses for a month and for what? To do it all over again? What kind of reward is that? Actually I would have preferred a gift card to Bed Bath and Beyond!
Chris: Bed Bath and Beyond does actually sound pretty rewarding..
Ricky: Nightmare is actually making better sense! I actually couldn't have said it any better myself.
Nightmare: Since this whole thing started there has been something I've wanted to do and tonight I finally have a chance to do it. So to everyone in ear shot that can hear me or see me. You can all take this tournament and shove it!
He drops the mic as he glances towards Black who goes to say something but gets hit with Salvation!!
Chris: What the fuck?!
Ricky: Nightmare just turned on Elijah!!
Chris: The hell was that for?!
Ricky: I don't know but I did NOT see that coming!
Nightmare gets to his feet and stands over Black with a hand raised before reaching down with that same hand to grab the mic turning his full attention to Aries.
Nightmare: Aries, no more gimmicks, no more stipulations, no Hawk no Elijah let's end this once and for all. One fall to the finish next week. Hell I'll make it interesting if you win I leave PWX, and if I win. Well I'll still leave PWX.
Chris: Boy Nightmare should does drive a hard bargain.
Ricky: I don't know which move I would make!
Chris: Well, Nightmare has established one thing...that he apparently despises everything about PWX.
Ricky: Just like I despise my intelligence being insulted!
Nightmare: Do you fans want to see this match? -the crowd cheers- Do you want to see Aries kick my ass? -they cheer louder- What do you say Aries? Want to finish what we started all those weeks ago? I'll see you next week.
Dropping the mic Nightmare drops down and rolls out of the ring and begins backing up towards the stage grinning at Aries the entire time as Black is starting to stir. Nightmare holds up a hand and waves bye to Black with a grin and a laugh.
Chris: Well, I think it's safe to say we've finally seen the last of Black and Nightmare as a tag team.
Ricky: Yes, but with Nightmare turning on Black, what does this mean for Black himself in the tag tournament?
Chris: That is a marvelous question. I guess the only way to find out is to wait and see.
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[The camera comes on backstage, showing Wrath and TJ Codair standing in the back, by catering, talking. Both men have a beer in their hand.]
TJ Codair: You said you had something planned for tonight. What are you up to ya sick fuck?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Things.
TJ Codair: What do you mean things?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Big things. Fun things.
TJ Codair: Do I even want to know what you’re planning on doing?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Got a problem driving tonight when we leave to celebrate our collective victories?
TJ Codair: You got a problem if I drink Jameson until I go blind tonight?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Do I ever?
TJ Codair: No, not really.
[Wrath holds up a set of keys and smiles. He hands them to TJ and slaps him on the shoulder.]
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Black Dodge Ram. Don’t take the tarp off the back. Just get the tail gate a clear line of sight to Hollywood’s limo.
TJ Codair: What’s under the tarp?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: A toy.
TJ Codair: This is going to be fun, won’t it?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: By our definition of fun… very.
TJ Codair: So fun here, strippers, booze, and blackjack later!
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Blackjack?
TJ Codair: I know a place.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Good, if you’ll excuse me… I have to go smash a mouthy little bitch and make sure she learns her place.
[Both men clink beer bottles, laugh, and then walk off in different directions.]
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MAIN EVENT
JOHN OJEDA vs OPHELIA MORGANTI
The match kicks off with Wrath and Morganti meeting in the center of the ring. Wrath wastes no time in getting the match started by bitch slapping Morganti so hard she stumbles and has to use her hands to keep her balance. She stands back up and stares defiantly at Wrath and runs at him, laying out with a dropkick to the knee. It drops Wrath to the mat and she takes the opportunity to hit the ropes again and lay in with a kick to the side of his head. Morganti hits the ropes again and nails Wrath with a springboard moonsault. Morganti pops back to her feet, only to have Wrath get up quickly. Wrath steps behind her and wraps her up with a german suplex that dumps her unceremoniously on her head. Wrath stands up and motions for the crowd to make noise. The crowd starts to cheer as he circles Morganti. Morganti uses the ropes to get to her feet, only to be clotheslined over the top; having both her and Wrath tumble to the floor. Wrath gets up and hits the ring apron and dives off, nailing Morganti with the Nuke Launcher!
Ricky: This is not starting in a friendly fashion. Morganti took a rough one there to open this.
Chris: Yeah, Ricky, but it looks like it only pissed her off!
Ricky: This is a fight Chris! She’s getting some solid shots in on Wrath.
Chris: Ricky, she’s probably not doing too well after that. That was a big guy coming off that ring apron and going full on crazy man diving on the concrete like that.
Wrath gets up and picks up Morganti, rolling her back into the ring. He slides back in and gets up. Wrath hits the ropes and comes in, looking to drop a knee on Morganti’s head. Morganti rolls out of the way and Wrath crashes into the mat knee first. He rolls over clutching his knee and Morganti comes in quickly to take advantage of it. Morganti catches Wrath’s leg and hooks it over her neck, cranking on his knee in a stretch muffler. Wrath struggles against it, trying to get away. Morganti hooks it in as tight as she can, but Wrath is able to pull himself over to the ropes. Morganti pulls Wrath away from the ropes by the legs and goes to hook him into a boston crab. Morganti flips Wrath, only to be over powered and flipped forward by the power of Wrath’s legs. Wrath gets back to his feet in time to catch Morganti with a major forearm to the jaw as she turns around, leveling her and dropping her to the mat. Wrath quickly goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Chris: Morganti looks like she’s hurting after that dive onto her. But she’s getting out of the way!
Ricky: She capitalized on that one! She’s going after the big man’s knee. That’s a sound move on Morganti’s part! Showing some smarts in the ring.
Chris: That she is, but she let Wrath get away! She had him in a bad way there.
Ricky: But now she is! Morganti kicks out! She kicks out!
Wrath picks up Morganti and whips her into the corner. Wrath charges in for an avalanche, but Morganti moves out of the way. Wrath hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers backwards. Morganti uses the ropes as a springboard and nails Wrath with a missle dropkick. Wrath drops off his feet and Morganti uses the opportunity to hit the ropes again. Morganti hits the top turnbuckle and then drops out on Wrath with a splitleg moonsault. Morganti hooks the leg and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Chris: Wrath is going after Ophelia full tilt.
Ricky: And it didn’t pay off there. Ophelia Morganti is going hardcore on Wrath right now.
Chris: She’s got the cover! ONE! TWO!
Ricky: NO! He kicked out. This is not over!
Morganti gets up and tries to hook Wrath into an armbar. He fights out of it and begins to lay elbows into the back of Morganti’s head. She starts to go limp after a minute and Wrath scoops her up for his Viking Sledge. Morganti rolls out the back in reversal, and then drops on Wrath with a chop block to the back of his knee. Wrath goes down in a heap and Morganti takes the opportunity to roll Wrath up in a figure four leg lock. Morganti applies the pressure, causing Wrath to write around the ring. The ref scoots in the ring to see if Wrath wants to submit, but Wrath refuses. Wrath uses his power to pull himself towards the ropes and grabs them. It causes Morganti to break the hold and lay in the ring to catch her breath.
Ricky: Morganti is trying everything she can to use leverage holds on Wrath. She’s trying to use his size against him.
Chris: But she can’t seem to pin Wrath down and take him out.
Ricky: Well, Wrath isn’t your typical man in a match. He’s a legend in this company, and he’s going to show it.
Chris: That he is Ricky! He’s loose, and that doesn’t bode well for Morganti.
Wrath gets up about the same time Morganti does. Morganti steps in and throws a leg kick. Wrath returns fire with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business; leaving Morganti falling out and rolling towards the ropes. Morganti rolls out under the ropes and onto the apron. Wrath goes to pick her up, but Morganti drives her shoulder into his gut. She flips over the ropes and attempts a sunset flip on Wrath. Wrath breaks free and goes to stomp on her, but Morganti moves out of the way. Morganti goes for another chop block, but Wrath moves out of the way and grabs Morganti by the back of the head as she goes past him. Wrath pulls her to her feet and hooks her for a capture suplex. Wrath flips her with a capture suplex and then hooks her in a headlock from behind.
Ricky: Morganti is coming, but she definitely didn’t expect that!
Chris: No one throws a punch in the business like Wrath. His fists are like sledge hammers.
Ricky: I hope he didn’t break her jaw! But she’s going again. But he’s reversing out of it!
Chris: She looks like she isn’t doing good in that headlock.
Morganti works back to her feet and elbows her way out of the headlock. She whips Wrath into the ropes and catches him with another dropkick to the knee as he comes in. Morganti uses the opportunity to jump up on the top rope. She motions at Wrath and dives off on him when he stands up, attempting a Dragonrana. Wrath catches Morganti and hooks her head in the power bomb position. Wrath gets near the turnbuckle and flings Morganti back over his head, bouncing her off the turnbuckle head first with A Warlord’s Wrath! Morganti falls back into the ring and Wrath goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: JOHN OJEDA
JOHN OJEDA vs OPHELIA MORGANTI
The match kicks off with Wrath and Morganti meeting in the center of the ring. Wrath wastes no time in getting the match started by bitch slapping Morganti so hard she stumbles and has to use her hands to keep her balance. She stands back up and stares defiantly at Wrath and runs at him, laying out with a dropkick to the knee. It drops Wrath to the mat and she takes the opportunity to hit the ropes again and lay in with a kick to the side of his head. Morganti hits the ropes again and nails Wrath with a springboard moonsault. Morganti pops back to her feet, only to have Wrath get up quickly. Wrath steps behind her and wraps her up with a german suplex that dumps her unceremoniously on her head. Wrath stands up and motions for the crowd to make noise. The crowd starts to cheer as he circles Morganti. Morganti uses the ropes to get to her feet, only to be clotheslined over the top; having both her and Wrath tumble to the floor. Wrath gets up and hits the ring apron and dives off, nailing Morganti with the Nuke Launcher!
Ricky: This is not starting in a friendly fashion. Morganti took a rough one there to open this.
Chris: Yeah, Ricky, but it looks like it only pissed her off!
Ricky: This is a fight Chris! She’s getting some solid shots in on Wrath.
Chris: Ricky, she’s probably not doing too well after that. That was a big guy coming off that ring apron and going full on crazy man diving on the concrete like that.
Wrath gets up and picks up Morganti, rolling her back into the ring. He slides back in and gets up. Wrath hits the ropes and comes in, looking to drop a knee on Morganti’s head. Morganti rolls out of the way and Wrath crashes into the mat knee first. He rolls over clutching his knee and Morganti comes in quickly to take advantage of it. Morganti catches Wrath’s leg and hooks it over her neck, cranking on his knee in a stretch muffler. Wrath struggles against it, trying to get away. Morganti hooks it in as tight as she can, but Wrath is able to pull himself over to the ropes. Morganti pulls Wrath away from the ropes by the legs and goes to hook him into a boston crab. Morganti flips Wrath, only to be over powered and flipped forward by the power of Wrath’s legs. Wrath gets back to his feet in time to catch Morganti with a major forearm to the jaw as she turns around, leveling her and dropping her to the mat. Wrath quickly goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Chris: Morganti looks like she’s hurting after that dive onto her. But she’s getting out of the way!
Ricky: She capitalized on that one! She’s going after the big man’s knee. That’s a sound move on Morganti’s part! Showing some smarts in the ring.
Chris: That she is, but she let Wrath get away! She had him in a bad way there.
Ricky: But now she is! Morganti kicks out! She kicks out!
Wrath picks up Morganti and whips her into the corner. Wrath charges in for an avalanche, but Morganti moves out of the way. Wrath hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers backwards. Morganti uses the ropes as a springboard and nails Wrath with a missle dropkick. Wrath drops off his feet and Morganti uses the opportunity to hit the ropes again. Morganti hits the top turnbuckle and then drops out on Wrath with a splitleg moonsault. Morganti hooks the leg and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Chris: Wrath is going after Ophelia full tilt.
Ricky: And it didn’t pay off there. Ophelia Morganti is going hardcore on Wrath right now.
Chris: She’s got the cover! ONE! TWO!
Ricky: NO! He kicked out. This is not over!
Morganti gets up and tries to hook Wrath into an armbar. He fights out of it and begins to lay elbows into the back of Morganti’s head. She starts to go limp after a minute and Wrath scoops her up for his Viking Sledge. Morganti rolls out the back in reversal, and then drops on Wrath with a chop block to the back of his knee. Wrath goes down in a heap and Morganti takes the opportunity to roll Wrath up in a figure four leg lock. Morganti applies the pressure, causing Wrath to write around the ring. The ref scoots in the ring to see if Wrath wants to submit, but Wrath refuses. Wrath uses his power to pull himself towards the ropes and grabs them. It causes Morganti to break the hold and lay in the ring to catch her breath.
Ricky: Morganti is trying everything she can to use leverage holds on Wrath. She’s trying to use his size against him.
Chris: But she can’t seem to pin Wrath down and take him out.
Ricky: Well, Wrath isn’t your typical man in a match. He’s a legend in this company, and he’s going to show it.
Chris: That he is Ricky! He’s loose, and that doesn’t bode well for Morganti.
Wrath gets up about the same time Morganti does. Morganti steps in and throws a leg kick. Wrath returns fire with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business; leaving Morganti falling out and rolling towards the ropes. Morganti rolls out under the ropes and onto the apron. Wrath goes to pick her up, but Morganti drives her shoulder into his gut. She flips over the ropes and attempts a sunset flip on Wrath. Wrath breaks free and goes to stomp on her, but Morganti moves out of the way. Morganti goes for another chop block, but Wrath moves out of the way and grabs Morganti by the back of the head as she goes past him. Wrath pulls her to her feet and hooks her for a capture suplex. Wrath flips her with a capture suplex and then hooks her in a headlock from behind.
Ricky: Morganti is coming, but she definitely didn’t expect that!
Chris: No one throws a punch in the business like Wrath. His fists are like sledge hammers.
Ricky: I hope he didn’t break her jaw! But she’s going again. But he’s reversing out of it!
Chris: She looks like she isn’t doing good in that headlock.
Morganti works back to her feet and elbows her way out of the headlock. She whips Wrath into the ropes and catches him with another dropkick to the knee as he comes in. Morganti uses the opportunity to jump up on the top rope. She motions at Wrath and dives off on him when he stands up, attempting a Dragonrana. Wrath catches Morganti and hooks her head in the power bomb position. Wrath gets near the turnbuckle and flings Morganti back over his head, bouncing her off the turnbuckle head first with A Warlord’s Wrath! Morganti falls back into the ring and Wrath goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: JOHN OJEDA
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Wrath is standing in the ring, looking over at Ophelia Morganti as he gets his hand raised post his victory. Before the ring announcer can belt out the winner of the match, Wrath rips the microphone from his hands. He smacks it a couple of times to make sure it works and then speaks.
John “Wrath”Ojeda: You can thank Brian Hollywood for that shit. Now if you’ll excuse me little lady, I got some things to do, and someone’s night to ruin.
Wrath rolls out of the ring and takes off up the ramp, heading for the backstage area. The camera crews follow him in a rush as he breaks through the back. A production assistant goes off running down the hall screaming for Brian Hollywood. Wrath bursts through the back door and out to the parking lot. The camera swings showing Brian Hollywood running down the hallway and out the backdoor in pursuit of Wrath. Wrath is already on the back of a pick-up truck; removing the tarp from over “his toy.” Hollywood steps out of the backdoor just in time to see Wrath reveal a mini-gun on a stand.
Brian Hollywood: Wait! What the hell are you doing?!
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Ruining your night, and maybe your life.
Hollywood stands there, utterly terrified, and rightfully so at the prospect of a high powered machine gun being aimed in his vague direction. Wrath laughs and looks at him.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Oh, I got something more special than this for you Brian! This is just for your limo.
Wrath turns and locks onto the car and starts to unload the weapon into the limo. Sparks fly and smoke starts to come out of the car. Bullets repeatedly penetrate the limo, ravaging the body and destroying glass and metal in its path. Hollywood stands astounded and terrified at the sight. Wrath laughs manically as he sprays bullets into the gas tank and the limo explodes and catches fire. With the hull of the car burning and smoking, Wrath turns his attention to Brian Hollywood, digging in a bag behind him as he does so.
Brian Hollywood: Have you lost your fucking mind John?!
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Maybe just a little… that’s why I’ve got a special present for you
Wrath laughs and holds up what appears to be a hand grenade. His finger loops into the pin and pulls it out, but still holds the kill switch on it. Brian locks on to it in horror and drops to his knees, in a begging position, crying comically as he begs and pleads.
Brian Hollywood: We can work this out! I’ll give you anything you want! Money! Girls! Cars! The Championship!
John “Wrath” Ojeda: It’s too late for all of that Brian. I told you and the stick up your ass that I want your blood.
Wrath laughs and throws the hand grenade at Hollywood. While the grenade is in mid air, Hollywood screams like a girl and wets his pants; leaving a huge stain on the front of his pants. The grenade hits the ground, rolls towards Brian Hollywood; and explodes in a shower of confetti. Wrath looks at Hollywood and starts laughing hysterically. Hollywood, freaks out for a minute in the shower of confetti, but quickly starts to show his anger.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Don’t you know I wouldn’t waste perfectly good ammunition on your sorry ass. There’s no fun in that. I want you to suffer. So how’s that system fucking me thing working out for you Brian?
Wrath laughs as Hollywood shows the level of anger rising. Wrath leans back and hits the side of the truck and laughs.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Fuck the system! Hit it TJ! We got hell to raise!
Wrath peels out of the parking lot of the arena with TJ Codair behind the wheel of the truck. Hollywood gives chase, but quickly gives up, knowing he won’t catch them. His rage boils over and he screams.
Brian Hollywood: I’M GOING TO END YOUR CAREER OJEDA!
The camera fades on the seething, rageful face of Brian Hollywood.
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