Post by PWXonline on Jan 16, 2014 1:27:27 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 65: NO LIMITS FALLOUT
STAPLES CENTER
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 15TH, 2014
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We open on Caliban at Hollywoods office door, the doors have just opened in the staples center and creeping echos of mass humanity fill the air, Caliban knocks on the door and storms in, Hollywood jumps out of his chair and Caliban asks him politely to sit down and hear him out. Hollywood sits down and asks Caliban to start again
Do you realise what you have done? I mean I am assuming by now it is done right? There is no way you let that ectoplasmic piece of shit on TV without signing something. YOU FUCKING FOOL, do you realise, jesus christ of course you do, YOU WHERE THERE! You are still there, Chris Diamond can mouth at me all he wants but you know exactly who I am talking about, listen to me you old timey wimey cunt, if you want me to face him, I want Troy, not next month or at the pay per view, because where else are you gunna show this kind of violence off, so here is the deal. You want Jordan Caliban VS This sick pet you have decided to hire, I want Troy Stone February 5th on Adrenaline, you don't even have to put the title on the line but I want a guarantee that if I beat him. And walk out of Hostile takeover alive, I get the next shot at the title
As Hollywood goes to answer Caliban raises a hand
Think about it, you can tell me next week, I gotta go show Richards up again
And with that he walks out of the room closing the door behind him. The cameras then cut back to Hollywood who sits there for a moment before a huge smile all of a sudden crosses his face. Hollywood then says something out loud to himself.
"So you want to play games with me Caliban? So be it."
Hollywood laughs and shakes his head as the scene fades out and the Adrenaline theme song hits. No Pyro this week as Adrenaline starts off with the first match of the night.
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SINGLES MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs CHRIS DIAMOND
[Anton Chase and Chris Diamond meet in the ring and shake hands. The referee rings the bell and both men starts to unleash hell upon one another, fighting determined to prove their worth. Diamond immediately goes in to try and chop Chase, but Chase immediately grabs his arm and takes him down towards the mat. Chase releases Diamond’s arm and starts flogging him with his own elbow to the back of Diamond’s head. Chase tries to pick up Diamond, but Diamond rolls Chase up by surprise for a 2 count. Diamond then whips Chase into the ropes and hits him hard with a clotheline. Diamond immediately taunts the crowd, causing them to start a Diamond sucks chant. Diamond immediately whips Chase back into the corner, but Chase boots him. Chase climbs the turnbuckle, but Diamond, fighting for survival, immediately pelts Chase with a missile drop kick.]
Chris: Anton and Diamond don’t like each other, as noted on their promos this week. Anton clearly mocked the overconfident Diamond.
Ricky: Yes, but at least Diamond gets laid. I mean look at this man’s talent. He’s clearly favorite by both Hollywood who recruited him from HOW, and Zion who supports his best friend.
[Chase falls towards the ground. Diamond hooks the leg, but Chase kicks out at the two count. Diamond rips Chase off the ground, but immediately Chase uppercuts Diamond catching him off guard. Chase quickly grabs Diamond and hits a snap belly to belly suplex, hoping to keep down Diamond, but Diamond gets back up. He no-sells the suplex, gets up and shows off a bit. Chase immediately gets fired up and charges, but Diamond sends Chase over the top rope. Diamond once again taunts as the crowd eats it up and tears him a new asshole chant with a “Chase” chant. Diamond shakes it off and tries to cross body over the top rope, but Chase ducks out of the way, and smiles. Chase pumps up for a moment and rushes towards him with an enzuguri to the back of the head. Diamond falls down and Chase rolls him back into the ring. Chase locks in a Single Leg Crab, trying to slow down Diamond for a bit, but Diamond crawls towards the corner if his life depends on it. He grabs the ropes and the referee pulls both men apart before the count of five. Diamond, smiling, holds on to the rope and taunts Chase some more.]
Ricky: Just look at Diamond, he’s cool, confident, and PWX’s future. I can just smell the Diamond’s rolling in now due to his success.
Chris: Very punny, but Diamond’s attitude continues to get the best of him. Chase is starting to hit him stiffer as the moment’s progress in this match. If he’s not careful, Chase might hit something that’ll knock his ass out.
[Chase backs off, but Diamond comes charging in with all his might and hits a flying clotheline on Chase and knocks the referee down. Diamond smiles and immediately goes to expose the turnbuckle. As he does, Chase immediately regains his composure and nails Diamond square in the back of the head with arunning knee strike. Diamond immediately hits the mat and Chase locks in a crossface, but another referee runs down to the ring. The referee immediately calls for Chase to remove the lock, much to the disdain of the crowd. Chase starts to fight with the referee, but immediately Diamond low blows Chase and tries to roll up Chase. The referee fast counts to two, but immediately, Chase kicks out knowing what’s going on. Chase regains composure and immediately rushes towards the Diamond who is talking to the referee making sure to tell him how to continue to call the match. Diamond notices and immediately gets out of the way and Chase hits the second referee down. The first one immediately starts to regain composure. Chase starts to lay some punches in, but Diamond locks him into a Diamond Crossface. As soon as he locks it in, Chase starts to fight out of it. He starts getting back to his feet and Diamond lets go. Before Diamond can regain his ground, Chase immediately kicks him in the stomach and lands a Chaos Theory. He covers Diamond and the referee counts it…1…2…3!]
Chris: Despite not beating the record for taking out six referees in one match, it looks like Diamond wasn’t quite polished enough to pick up this victory. While he’s a great talent, I think Diamond got bested by his attitude.
Ricky: No, you cannot discourage confidence. Mark my words, Chris Diamond…future PWX Hall of Famer! You can’t win them all Chris, geez, unlike you and the NFL, we KNOW when people have talent and know people make mistakes. Chris Diamond is perfect.
Chris: Which is why Anton Chase won? Wasn’t it! Thus proving you shouldn’t take a PWX veteran for grant it! He was a Hybrid Champion for a reason.
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
ANTON CHASE vs CHRIS DIAMOND
[Anton Chase and Chris Diamond meet in the ring and shake hands. The referee rings the bell and both men starts to unleash hell upon one another, fighting determined to prove their worth. Diamond immediately goes in to try and chop Chase, but Chase immediately grabs his arm and takes him down towards the mat. Chase releases Diamond’s arm and starts flogging him with his own elbow to the back of Diamond’s head. Chase tries to pick up Diamond, but Diamond rolls Chase up by surprise for a 2 count. Diamond then whips Chase into the ropes and hits him hard with a clotheline. Diamond immediately taunts the crowd, causing them to start a Diamond sucks chant. Diamond immediately whips Chase back into the corner, but Chase boots him. Chase climbs the turnbuckle, but Diamond, fighting for survival, immediately pelts Chase with a missile drop kick.]
Chris: Anton and Diamond don’t like each other, as noted on their promos this week. Anton clearly mocked the overconfident Diamond.
Ricky: Yes, but at least Diamond gets laid. I mean look at this man’s talent. He’s clearly favorite by both Hollywood who recruited him from HOW, and Zion who supports his best friend.
[Chase falls towards the ground. Diamond hooks the leg, but Chase kicks out at the two count. Diamond rips Chase off the ground, but immediately Chase uppercuts Diamond catching him off guard. Chase quickly grabs Diamond and hits a snap belly to belly suplex, hoping to keep down Diamond, but Diamond gets back up. He no-sells the suplex, gets up and shows off a bit. Chase immediately gets fired up and charges, but Diamond sends Chase over the top rope. Diamond once again taunts as the crowd eats it up and tears him a new asshole chant with a “Chase” chant. Diamond shakes it off and tries to cross body over the top rope, but Chase ducks out of the way, and smiles. Chase pumps up for a moment and rushes towards him with an enzuguri to the back of the head. Diamond falls down and Chase rolls him back into the ring. Chase locks in a Single Leg Crab, trying to slow down Diamond for a bit, but Diamond crawls towards the corner if his life depends on it. He grabs the ropes and the referee pulls both men apart before the count of five. Diamond, smiling, holds on to the rope and taunts Chase some more.]
Ricky: Just look at Diamond, he’s cool, confident, and PWX’s future. I can just smell the Diamond’s rolling in now due to his success.
Chris: Very punny, but Diamond’s attitude continues to get the best of him. Chase is starting to hit him stiffer as the moment’s progress in this match. If he’s not careful, Chase might hit something that’ll knock his ass out.
[Chase backs off, but Diamond comes charging in with all his might and hits a flying clotheline on Chase and knocks the referee down. Diamond smiles and immediately goes to expose the turnbuckle. As he does, Chase immediately regains his composure and nails Diamond square in the back of the head with arunning knee strike. Diamond immediately hits the mat and Chase locks in a crossface, but another referee runs down to the ring. The referee immediately calls for Chase to remove the lock, much to the disdain of the crowd. Chase starts to fight with the referee, but immediately Diamond low blows Chase and tries to roll up Chase. The referee fast counts to two, but immediately, Chase kicks out knowing what’s going on. Chase regains composure and immediately rushes towards the Diamond who is talking to the referee making sure to tell him how to continue to call the match. Diamond notices and immediately gets out of the way and Chase hits the second referee down. The first one immediately starts to regain composure. Chase starts to lay some punches in, but Diamond locks him into a Diamond Crossface. As soon as he locks it in, Chase starts to fight out of it. He starts getting back to his feet and Diamond lets go. Before Diamond can regain his ground, Chase immediately kicks him in the stomach and lands a Chaos Theory. He covers Diamond and the referee counts it…1…2…3!]
Chris: Despite not beating the record for taking out six referees in one match, it looks like Diamond wasn’t quite polished enough to pick up this victory. While he’s a great talent, I think Diamond got bested by his attitude.
Ricky: No, you cannot discourage confidence. Mark my words, Chris Diamond…future PWX Hall of Famer! You can’t win them all Chris, geez, unlike you and the NFL, we KNOW when people have talent and know people make mistakes. Chris Diamond is perfect.
Chris: Which is why Anton Chase won? Wasn’t it! Thus proving you shouldn’t take a PWX veteran for grant it! He was a Hybrid Champion for a reason.
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
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[Elijah Black is leaning against a wall backstage wearing a Germs t-shirt, and looking a touch pleased with himself]
You know, a lot of people would look upon a loss against Troy Stone and use it as an excuse to wallow in despair, to feel sorry for themselves for a few weeks as they spiral down the pecking order of PWX until the next thing they know they’ve dropped from headlining a show to being the first guy to walk into the arena in the first match of the card.
Not me.
No, I saw it as a catalyst, a reason to focus on what I needed to do, and when I put my mind to something I act upon it. I’ve been expected to line up a partner for the upcoming tag team tournament for the past month with little success because it seems everyone has a different excuse. And that’s what I’ve done. But I haven’t just picked the one guy who couldn’t think of a good excuse, and that’s all credit to Troy Stone. He and Ophelia Morganti proved how Stone is kept on top by having a group that will do anything they can to prevent him from losing, so I’ve gone one further to create something new: a movement. And here is the first draftee…
[Black reaches up with his left hand, forcibly pushing the camera to pan left to reveal a thick, rugged individual wearing a black t-shirt, before Black walks into shot]
This, my friends, this is Daniel Everett, the first volunteer to join me. And, I have to say, he is very disappointed that nobody seemed willing to give him a chance despite his obvious talents and effectiveness in the ring, and that’s exactly why I am so pleased that he volunteered his services to support me.
From this day, I’m no longer one man trying to spread a few words of honesty in a dishonest world. No, from this day I am a man spreading the truth, the voice of the people – or, as you can call me, as you can call us, the Vox Populi.
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[Ushas by ES Posthumus plays over the air as the camera starts to pan around to show Schmied looking rather sadistically at the camera. Schmied cracks his knuckles as looks at the camera rather sadistically laughing. He once again growls as he starts speaking, rather quietly and methodically. The red light glares as Schmied speaks.]
Schmied: Pariah, my boy, you’re such a smart cookie. Pulling off my mask, no one has successfully lived to tell the tale of unmasking Schmied. That’s great news for you because honestly that’s more than what you’ve done over the past 10 years of your PWX career. So congratulations, Pariah, you finally got the big one because that’s honestly the last thing you’ll ever get to do in your career that’s worthwhile.
[Schmied stops clapping. His voice raises as he continues to stare a hole straight into the screen. You know he’s looking directly at the camera to hold Pariah’s attention. He laughs again as his speech starts intensifying.]
Schmied: Pariah, I let you live because I’m going to torture your ass more than I’ve ever tortured another soul in a long time. You bested me and I just cannot have that. Not from the executive standpoint, but from the convict stand point. See if one person knows that Schmied delivered mercy, I’ll have other former convicts running over me and not respecting my authority. Consider this your only warning Pariah. I lurk in the shadows. When I want you to see me, you will. When I want you to die, you will. When I want to watch you scream like the bitch you are, you will. There’s not a doubt in my mind Pariah, your time on this earth, you are counting it down. In fact, you’re counting your breaths too. Because mark my words Pariah, rather you’re scared or not of me, you will learn to fear Schmied. I’m your judge, jury, and executioner. And you won’t know the day, the hour, the minute or the second of which I will end you Pariah. HAHAHAHA!
[The crowd boos as Schmied turns and walks off the camera. His laughter continues to echo as the scene fades to black.]
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JORDAN CALIBAN vs NIKKI BLADE vs JASON RICHARDS
The bell rings as the three meet in the center of the ring. Richards and Caliban look at Blade and then at each other. Blade smiles, steps back and motions for the two men in the ring to go ahead and start the match. Richards and Caliban tie up and the two go at it. Richards ducks behind Caliban and gets plants on his face with a waistlock. Richards shoots up and hooks in a side headlock. Caliban raises up and launches Richards into the ropes and hits him with a shoulder block. Neither one falls, and both shoot in for another attempt. They both collide, and neither falls from the attempt. Blade springboards off the top rope and nails both of them with a flying dropkick at the same time. Both go down and then pop back up at nearly the same time, looking stunned that the girl had just gotten them both.
Chris: This is going to be an interesting match! Caliban has things on his mind, Richards is looking for a big win, and Nikki Blade is looking to make a name for herself.
Ricky: They’re going at it Chris! The guys let the lady stay out of the fray.
Chris: But she’s not staying out of it herself.
Ricky: I don’t think they’re going to leave her out of it now.
Caliban advances towards Blade and Richards seizes the opportunity to dump Caliban on his head with a quick release german suplex. Richards gets up quickly and catches the charging Blade with an overhead belly to belly that lands her on top of Caliban’s back. Blade gets up quickly but Richards is there and nails her with a couple of forearms that drive her back in the corner. Richards whips Blade into the corner, but Blade hops over him. Richards puts on the breaks and comes out of the corner, looking to take Blade’s head off with a clothesline. Blade matrix bends under it, and Richards runs smack into Caliban’s running yakuza kick. Richards takes the bump hard and goes flat and Caliban dives onto Richards to attempt a pin.
ONE
TWO!
Blade breaks up the pin attempt.
Chris: Caliban is going after Blade, but Richards took the opportunity to get one in on Caliban
Ricky: Richards is going off in there, doing a good job at handling both of them.
Chris: Blade breaks loose and ducks under the clothesline! YAKUZA KICK!
Ricky: Caliban wrecked Richards with that kick! That should have been three but Blade made the save!
Caliban gets up and closes in on Blade. Blade starts to throw leg kicks and body kicks at Caliban. Caliban eats them and nails Blade with a forearm that drives her back into the corner. Caliban pulls out her out of the corner like he’s going to whip her out of it, but them spins back around and sends her chest first into the turnbuckle. When she stumbles out backwards, Caliban hooks Blade in a full nelson and swings her back with a bridging dragon suplex. Caliban goes for the pin, but it’s broken up at two with Richards cannonball senton on Caliban’s gut. Richards goes for the pin.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Chris: Caliban is absorbing the shots, but he got a really good one in on Blade.
Ricky: That girl just got dropped on her pretty little head! Sometimes this company is totally not fair! Why do we let all of these pretty women beat their perfect faces up?!
Chris: You’re just saying that because you’re a pervert fudgie!
Ricky: WOAH! All of Caliban’s air is gone! He must have a broken rib or something.
Richards gets up and picks up Caliban, whipping him into the ropes. Caliban rolls over the ropes and onto the apron. Richards charges in and Caliban hits him in the gut with a shoulder block. Caliban rolls over the back of Richards, catches Blade with a clothesline as she gets up, and then comes back and catches Richards with a flying burrito that lays Richards out near the turnbuckle. Caliban pops up and jumps to the top of the turnbuckle and sets up for the Caliboom, when “The Curse” by Disturbed hits the speakers. Caliban stops and looks up the ramp, completely fixated on who is coming out to mess with him. In his distraction, Blade hits the top rope and Caliban crotches himself and tumbles out of the ring to the concrete floor. Blade hops to the top turnbuckle and dives out nails Richards with a shooting star double knee drop, with no regards for safety. Blade lays out on Richards and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO
THREE!
Caliban just misses the save!
WINNER: NIKKI BLADE
JORDAN CALIBAN vs NIKKI BLADE vs JASON RICHARDS
The bell rings as the three meet in the center of the ring. Richards and Caliban look at Blade and then at each other. Blade smiles, steps back and motions for the two men in the ring to go ahead and start the match. Richards and Caliban tie up and the two go at it. Richards ducks behind Caliban and gets plants on his face with a waistlock. Richards shoots up and hooks in a side headlock. Caliban raises up and launches Richards into the ropes and hits him with a shoulder block. Neither one falls, and both shoot in for another attempt. They both collide, and neither falls from the attempt. Blade springboards off the top rope and nails both of them with a flying dropkick at the same time. Both go down and then pop back up at nearly the same time, looking stunned that the girl had just gotten them both.
Chris: This is going to be an interesting match! Caliban has things on his mind, Richards is looking for a big win, and Nikki Blade is looking to make a name for herself.
Ricky: They’re going at it Chris! The guys let the lady stay out of the fray.
Chris: But she’s not staying out of it herself.
Ricky: I don’t think they’re going to leave her out of it now.
Caliban advances towards Blade and Richards seizes the opportunity to dump Caliban on his head with a quick release german suplex. Richards gets up quickly and catches the charging Blade with an overhead belly to belly that lands her on top of Caliban’s back. Blade gets up quickly but Richards is there and nails her with a couple of forearms that drive her back in the corner. Richards whips Blade into the corner, but Blade hops over him. Richards puts on the breaks and comes out of the corner, looking to take Blade’s head off with a clothesline. Blade matrix bends under it, and Richards runs smack into Caliban’s running yakuza kick. Richards takes the bump hard and goes flat and Caliban dives onto Richards to attempt a pin.
ONE
TWO!
Blade breaks up the pin attempt.
Chris: Caliban is going after Blade, but Richards took the opportunity to get one in on Caliban
Ricky: Richards is going off in there, doing a good job at handling both of them.
Chris: Blade breaks loose and ducks under the clothesline! YAKUZA KICK!
Ricky: Caliban wrecked Richards with that kick! That should have been three but Blade made the save!
Caliban gets up and closes in on Blade. Blade starts to throw leg kicks and body kicks at Caliban. Caliban eats them and nails Blade with a forearm that drives her back into the corner. Caliban pulls out her out of the corner like he’s going to whip her out of it, but them spins back around and sends her chest first into the turnbuckle. When she stumbles out backwards, Caliban hooks Blade in a full nelson and swings her back with a bridging dragon suplex. Caliban goes for the pin, but it’s broken up at two with Richards cannonball senton on Caliban’s gut. Richards goes for the pin.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Chris: Caliban is absorbing the shots, but he got a really good one in on Blade.
Ricky: That girl just got dropped on her pretty little head! Sometimes this company is totally not fair! Why do we let all of these pretty women beat their perfect faces up?!
Chris: You’re just saying that because you’re a pervert fudgie!
Ricky: WOAH! All of Caliban’s air is gone! He must have a broken rib or something.
Richards gets up and picks up Caliban, whipping him into the ropes. Caliban rolls over the ropes and onto the apron. Richards charges in and Caliban hits him in the gut with a shoulder block. Caliban rolls over the back of Richards, catches Blade with a clothesline as she gets up, and then comes back and catches Richards with a flying burrito that lays Richards out near the turnbuckle. Caliban pops up and jumps to the top of the turnbuckle and sets up for the Caliboom, when “The Curse” by Disturbed hits the speakers. Caliban stops and looks up the ramp, completely fixated on who is coming out to mess with him. In his distraction, Blade hits the top rope and Caliban crotches himself and tumbles out of the ring to the concrete floor. Blade hops to the top turnbuckle and dives out nails Richards with a shooting star double knee drop, with no regards for safety. Blade lays out on Richards and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO
THREE!
Caliban just misses the save!
WINNER: NIKKI BLADE
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As the match concludes, Richards shakes it off and stumbles back to his feet. He slowly heads up the ramp and back to the back leaving Caliban on the outside, looking frustrated.
Chris: You can't blame Caliban for being frustrated here. Once again, Caliban was shocked with another music distraction, but no one appearing.
Ricky: That's a good point. It's not my fault that Caliban gets distracted easily, though. I mean, it looked like he was about to pick a fight with our CEO earlier, Mr. Hollywood.
Chris: Yea but I don't see how that...
Just then, "The Curse" by Disturbed, reprises once again over the PA system. Caliban slowly turns his head towards the ramp as he looks on as he starts to get angry. All of a sudden, smoke and fog starts to fill the ramp area as a figure shows up on the ramp. Caliban sees this and charges up the ramp and towards the figure. Caliban launches himself into the smoke at the figure and then disappears.
Chris: Wait, what the hell?..
Ricky: I can't see anything!
A few moments pass by before the smoke finally clears. As it clears, it becomes easier and easier to see. We then see Caliban, completely laid out on the top of the ramp. A figure standing over him finally becomes clear to see. It's Graystone. Graystone just stands above Caliban as he turns his head sideways studying the unconscious Caliban. Graystone smirks a little before slowly making his way out of sight.
Ricky: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS GRAYSTONE!!
Chris: Graystone from HOW?
Ricky: YES! Fucking HOW Hall of Famer, Graystone! WOW!
Chris: I wonder what this means for Caliban?
Ricky: I don't know, but I'm sure things are about to get exciting!
Chris: I think it's just coincidence how he's "laid out" especially after what happened in Mr. Hollywood's office earlier. Call it a coincidence, but I'm sure there's more to this story than meets the eye.
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The crowd was eagerly awaiting the next match. All of a sudden, the lights went out in the arena as a hush fell over the fans.
"Lastica" by Karasu hit the PA and when the lights come on, the fans see Jessica Robertson and Tiami Tyler on stage. The crowd is going crazy at this point, the team known as Harmonious Revolution was back and on stage together again. The music soon died out as the pair just stood there.
Fans: "Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!"
Jessica smiled wide as the pair laughed a bit.
Tiami: "Hey yo bitches, guess who's back!?"
Jessica: "that is right. Though this time it isn't a revolution that appears before you. You know, in PWX there are men who have made this company what it is today. This era of PWX has seen some greats, but you know who the true revolutionaries of this era is? Tiami and myself."
The fans just could not stop cheering, popping louder after Jessica spoke. Tiami chuckled, her grin wide as can be.
Tiami: "That is right. Jessica and I were the first two women of this era to come in and win gold. This era of PWX saw us as revolutionaries, allowing the next generation of female wrestler to come in...only to fizzle out. Hell, even Ophelia Morganti sold out when she aligned herself with Troy. Then it hit us like a ton of bricks.
We are the last real women of this era of PWX."
Fans: "Real women! Real Women!"
Jessica tried getting the fans to simmer down, but no such luck.
Jessica: "Come on folks, glad to see you know its true but damn. I got something to say about the rest of the roster and the upcoming tag team tournament. Consider the Last Real Women in the tag tournament. Considering it isn't booked for quite sometime, allow us to grace the Adrenaline 66 card. Be it a match or a spot on the show. We have something ot show the world. You are looking at the future two time PWX tag team champions."
"Lastica" hits the PA and the girls raise their hands in the air as the fans continue their chants as the next match gets under way.
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SINGLES MATCH
TJ CODAIR vs ELIJAH BLACK
The 2 men walk to the center of the ring and lock up as soon as the bell rings, Black takes control locking TJ's wrist and attempting to push him to his knees, TJ instead head stands through the lock and swings a kick, Elijah avoids it and comes back with an attempted shot to the face, Codair blocks it and goes for a forearm, Black again avoids the move and nails Codair with a back drop as the momentum spins TJ round. Black runs the ropes and delivers a quick and brutal leg drop across TJ's throat, he steps back
Ricky: Shining wizard time!
Chris: Codair is on his knees
Black sprints across the ring committing fully to the kick, TJ dives aside at the last second and Black goes straight through the ropes landing Heavily on the outside of the ring, TJ wastes no time and goes after him, he brings the man up on the apron and tries a brainbuster but Black alters course and lands in the ring, he quickly pokes TJ in the eyes then forearms him running the ropes
Chris: Sunset Suicide!
Black rolls TJ back into the ring and ascends to the top rope, he comes off with the big back senton and TJ rolls to avoid it, the minute Black hits the ground he gets caught in the anaconda vice
Ricky: AS IF FROM NOWHERE!
Black fights to get back to his feet and then one arm running power bombs TJ into the corner, Elijah catches him on the way back out
Ricky: Black descent!
Black hits the neckbreaker and TJ lands in the perfect position
Chris: no wasted motion Black hits the split legged moonsault!
1...
2...
3...
Chris: Got him!
WINNER: ELIJAH BLACK
TJ CODAIR vs ELIJAH BLACK
The 2 men walk to the center of the ring and lock up as soon as the bell rings, Black takes control locking TJ's wrist and attempting to push him to his knees, TJ instead head stands through the lock and swings a kick, Elijah avoids it and comes back with an attempted shot to the face, Codair blocks it and goes for a forearm, Black again avoids the move and nails Codair with a back drop as the momentum spins TJ round. Black runs the ropes and delivers a quick and brutal leg drop across TJ's throat, he steps back
Ricky: Shining wizard time!
Chris: Codair is on his knees
Black sprints across the ring committing fully to the kick, TJ dives aside at the last second and Black goes straight through the ropes landing Heavily on the outside of the ring, TJ wastes no time and goes after him, he brings the man up on the apron and tries a brainbuster but Black alters course and lands in the ring, he quickly pokes TJ in the eyes then forearms him running the ropes
Chris: Sunset Suicide!
Black rolls TJ back into the ring and ascends to the top rope, he comes off with the big back senton and TJ rolls to avoid it, the minute Black hits the ground he gets caught in the anaconda vice
Ricky: AS IF FROM NOWHERE!
Black fights to get back to his feet and then one arm running power bombs TJ into the corner, Elijah catches him on the way back out
Ricky: Black descent!
Black hits the neckbreaker and TJ lands in the perfect position
Chris: no wasted motion Black hits the split legged moonsault!
1...
2...
3...
Chris: Got him!
WINNER: ELIJAH BLACK
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[Jerry Clark is standing backstage with a microphone in his hands however he's sporting a concerned expression on his face.]
Jerry Clark: Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest; David Wilson.
[Sure enough, David Wilson, alongside Bruce Bowen, walk into sigh with a scowl on his face. Jerry, given his past experiences, backs up a bit before speaking.]
Jerry: David, Bruce, last week your fellow stablemate Willow Wilkes was victorious against Jordan Calliban however days later it was announced that she had split ways with.
[David places his hand over the microphone of Jerry.]
David: Shut the fuck up will ya? And for the record mate Willow didn't split, the fuckin' wankers that run this place, not Hollywood and Zion but the corporate fuckers screwed her over. That's first and foremost.
Jerry goes to talk again but Bruce places Jerry on the wall.]
David: Shut the fuck up. I'm not bloody finished. I know what ya going to ask. Ya going to ask is this the end of the Shooters Gallery. Like what every other pissant in the crowd wants to know. Well listen up, the Shooters Gallery is NOT dead and even if she isn't here, Willow, my man Bruce here and myself, the Deadshot we're still gonna run roughshod over everyone we face. And while I'm at it, ya probably wanna know what I got in mind next a? Well how about this?
[David pauses.]
David: There's this wanker; this wanker that everyone gets their jollies in a twist about currently running around with the Hybrid Championship. A championship that I've won twice. John Pariah, ya think ya the big shit a? Because all these fucking wankers want to hype ya head. Well now ya know that David Wilson is coin for ya mate. It's time I take back MY championship and the Shooters Gallery mate, when we aim, we don't miss. We shot to fuckin' kill. See ya soon Johnny boy.
[David smirks before he starts walking off. bruce lets go of Jerry before leaning down on the microphone.]
Bruce: John, I'm gonna pray for you son.
[Bruce glares at jerry before walking off.]
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The camera comes on backstage, showing Nikki Blade and Wrath standing in the backstage area outside of the locker rooms. Wrath is leaning on a wall and Nikki is standing close to him.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: So I don't want you coming down to the ring with me tonight. This isn't your fight, you didn't sign on for this war with Hollywood. This is my ordeal to deal with.
She shakes her head a bit, knowing what Hollywood pulled last time, she didn't want it to happen again.
Nikki Blade: John, you need someone to watch your back. Hollywood needs to know your not alone you know. I don't care what he thinks or says...When I signed here to PWX there was no fine print you know, that I couldn't stand by those who I care about.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: Yeah, I know you want to help, baby. I don't need to worry about you getting your head taken off too. I can handle Hollywood. And I can handle his little bitch crew they sent out. If shit gets bad, maybe come help me.
Nikki Blade: Alright, but you know I'm not happy about this at all John. This is all bullshit you know it, they are just trying to keep you from getting your hands on that title when I know just as everyone else that you make one hell of a champion.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: It's not about the title Nikki. It's about Hollywood's ego and power trip. He's trying to break us. All of us. He thinks he can play us like pawns in a chess game and nothing will ever happen to him. Well, it doesn't work that way, cuz I'm going to take everything he has and make him pay for it.
Nikki Blade: Then I'm standing along side of you and fighting with you John. This isn't up for debate, if i just stand there and do nothing...that's not going to happen. Its not in me to just wait..You fight...I fight.
She moves closer to him, running her fingers up his chest and looking up at him.
Nikki Blade: You know me, I don't follow direction very well...I shoot from the hip...I'm not about to let you go in this alone.
Wrath looks down at her and shakes his head.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: You keep your pretty little butt in the back unless it gets ugly. It gets ugly, bring everything.
Nikki Blade: Fair enough...and by everything you mean anything goes correct?
John "Wrath" Ojeda: I mean get every weapon you can get your hands on and make someone bleed.
Nikki Blade: hmm my type of game. Hollywood better rethink his plan of attack cause I sure as hell will be bringing hell fire down on his ass if it does.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: That's my girl. Now if you'll excuse me... I need to go get ready.
Wrath kisses Nikki and the two head off down the hall and the camera fades to commercial.
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HANDICAP MATCH
STONEGANTI vs JOHN OJEDA
The match kicks off with Stone and Wrath in the center of the ring, with Morganti hovering off in the corner waiting to dive in the ring at a moments notice. Wrath reaches up and takes the hat off his head as he approaches Stone. Wrath holds up the hat and Stone looks at it. Wrath tosses the hat into the air and Stone’s eyes follow it. The second they do, Wrath unloads on Stone with a vicious uppercut that would make Mike Tyson blush. Stone hits the mat in a heap, and Wrath walks over him, talking trash as he does. Wrath attempts to cover Stone with one foot, being incredibly cocky. The ref slides in for the count.
ONE!
Morganti dives in for the save with a flying dropkick to the back of Wrath’s head. Wrath stumbles over Stone and into the corner.
Ricky: Why is Wrath wearing a hat? That’s not normal! WOAH! Sucker punch! He just sucker punched the PWX Heavyweight champion! That disrespectful asshole!
Chris: That wasn’t a sucker punch Ricky! He warned him in his pre-match promo! He told him to watch for the uppercut! And man did he take his head off with it. Stone might be out!
Ricky: But Morganti makes the save and lays a good shot in on Wrath with the missile dropkick!
Chris: Wow, what an explosive start to this match!
Morganti charges into the corner and nails Wrath with a handspring elbow combo that drives Wrath into a sitting position. Morganti takes off for the other corner and charges in, nailing Wrath with a big dropkick stomp to Wrath’s head in the bottom turnbuckle. Morganti pops up to the top rope quickly after that and flys off, driving a double stomp to Wrath’s gut. Morganti grabs Wrath’s leg and drags him out of the corner, attempting to pin him.
ONE
TWO!
KICKOUT
Ricky: Morganti comes in with the fury! She is laying into Wrath big time.
Chris: Well, she has to protect her cuddle monkey.
Ricky: That she does, and she is doing a good job of it. She is coming at Wrath with the fire.
Chris: He kicked out of it though! Wrath can take the worst someone has and give it back.
Morganti gets up as Stone is just getting himself back to his feet on the ring apron. Morganti shoots off the ropes, going for a boot scrape on Wrath, but Wrath moves. Wrath gets back to his feet and catches Morganti with a big chop that drives her back into the corner. Wrath nails Morganti with a big forearm and then whips her into the corner where Stone is standing very forcefully. Morganti hits the turnbuckle and stumbles forward, but Stone smacks her on the back to tag her out. Morganti stumbles right out into a nasty clothesline from Wrath. Wrath looks at the mayhem of laying Morganti out, only to be caught with a double axe handle from behind from Stone. Stone wraps up Wrath and hits him with a Russian legsweep. Stone gets up and picks up Wrath and hooks him for a fisherman’s suplex. Wrath struggles out of it when Stone tries to pick him up. Wrath hooks Stone and nails him with a t-bone suplex.
Chris: Morganti misses a big boot to Wrath. And he is making her pay for it.
Ricky: This isn’t fair! He’s going to hurt her pretty face! No! Don’t let him do this!
Chris: Stone tagged her out in that exchange, but it was just a little too late. She got wrecked by that clothesline.
Ricky: Stone is getting after him though! No, the champion was reversed!
Stone gets up from the T-Bone suplex and is leveled with flying forearm smash by Wrath. Stone gets back up quickly and charges Wrath, running directly into a traditional spinebuster. Wrath pops up and hits the ropes, and comes in, nailing Stone with a running knee drop. Stone rolls around and rolls towards the corner. Morganti tags herself in and comes in roaring, nailing Wrath with a dropkick to the knee. Wrath falls out and Morganti hits the ropes and nails him with a dropkick to the side of the head. Wrath rolls out under the bottom of the rope and climbs up to his feet on the apron. Morganti runs, hits the corner and dives out at Wrath, catching him in flight and nailing him with a DDT on the ring apron that leaves him laying on the outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Wrath gets up and starts to climb to the ring apron.
Ricky: The champ has his hands full with Wrath! This is bad for Stone!
Chris: Morganti is in and she looks mad that her cuddle monkey is being abused! There is no fury like a woman scorned!
Ricky: You got that right! There was this broad in Las Vegas this one time. And to make a long story short, I don’t know how that monkey got in my pants, but man was that a story for the border patrol!
Chris: I just… I don’t even want to know! You’re a freak Ricky!
Wrath gets on the ring apron and catches a punch from Morganti as she comes in. Wrath hooks Morganti and drags her over the top rope easily. She lands on the apron on her feet and tries to fire off another strike to the head. Wrath blocks and nails Morganti with a boot to the gut. Wrath stuffs Morganti and picks her up on his shoulders. Wrath takes two steps, and drops Morganti on the ring apron with a running powerbomb. Morganti hits hard and falls to the outside. Wrath rolls back into the ring, and gets up just in time to get nailed with a clothesline from Stone. Wrath topples over and falls flat. Stone picks Wrath up, whipping him into the ropes. Wrath comes in and ducks under Stone’s clothesline attempt. Wrath scoops Stone up from behind in the burning hammer position and flips him out, driving his knee into Stone’s face, nailing the Viking Sledge. Wrath immediately covers Stone!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Morganti just misses the save. Wrath rolls out of the ring quickly!
WINNER: JOHN OJEDA
STONEGANTI vs JOHN OJEDA
The match kicks off with Stone and Wrath in the center of the ring, with Morganti hovering off in the corner waiting to dive in the ring at a moments notice. Wrath reaches up and takes the hat off his head as he approaches Stone. Wrath holds up the hat and Stone looks at it. Wrath tosses the hat into the air and Stone’s eyes follow it. The second they do, Wrath unloads on Stone with a vicious uppercut that would make Mike Tyson blush. Stone hits the mat in a heap, and Wrath walks over him, talking trash as he does. Wrath attempts to cover Stone with one foot, being incredibly cocky. The ref slides in for the count.
ONE!
Morganti dives in for the save with a flying dropkick to the back of Wrath’s head. Wrath stumbles over Stone and into the corner.
Ricky: Why is Wrath wearing a hat? That’s not normal! WOAH! Sucker punch! He just sucker punched the PWX Heavyweight champion! That disrespectful asshole!
Chris: That wasn’t a sucker punch Ricky! He warned him in his pre-match promo! He told him to watch for the uppercut! And man did he take his head off with it. Stone might be out!
Ricky: But Morganti makes the save and lays a good shot in on Wrath with the missile dropkick!
Chris: Wow, what an explosive start to this match!
Morganti charges into the corner and nails Wrath with a handspring elbow combo that drives Wrath into a sitting position. Morganti takes off for the other corner and charges in, nailing Wrath with a big dropkick stomp to Wrath’s head in the bottom turnbuckle. Morganti pops up to the top rope quickly after that and flys off, driving a double stomp to Wrath’s gut. Morganti grabs Wrath’s leg and drags him out of the corner, attempting to pin him.
ONE
TWO!
KICKOUT
Ricky: Morganti comes in with the fury! She is laying into Wrath big time.
Chris: Well, she has to protect her cuddle monkey.
Ricky: That she does, and she is doing a good job of it. She is coming at Wrath with the fire.
Chris: He kicked out of it though! Wrath can take the worst someone has and give it back.
Morganti gets up as Stone is just getting himself back to his feet on the ring apron. Morganti shoots off the ropes, going for a boot scrape on Wrath, but Wrath moves. Wrath gets back to his feet and catches Morganti with a big chop that drives her back into the corner. Wrath nails Morganti with a big forearm and then whips her into the corner where Stone is standing very forcefully. Morganti hits the turnbuckle and stumbles forward, but Stone smacks her on the back to tag her out. Morganti stumbles right out into a nasty clothesline from Wrath. Wrath looks at the mayhem of laying Morganti out, only to be caught with a double axe handle from behind from Stone. Stone wraps up Wrath and hits him with a Russian legsweep. Stone gets up and picks up Wrath and hooks him for a fisherman’s suplex. Wrath struggles out of it when Stone tries to pick him up. Wrath hooks Stone and nails him with a t-bone suplex.
Chris: Morganti misses a big boot to Wrath. And he is making her pay for it.
Ricky: This isn’t fair! He’s going to hurt her pretty face! No! Don’t let him do this!
Chris: Stone tagged her out in that exchange, but it was just a little too late. She got wrecked by that clothesline.
Ricky: Stone is getting after him though! No, the champion was reversed!
Stone gets up from the T-Bone suplex and is leveled with flying forearm smash by Wrath. Stone gets back up quickly and charges Wrath, running directly into a traditional spinebuster. Wrath pops up and hits the ropes, and comes in, nailing Stone with a running knee drop. Stone rolls around and rolls towards the corner. Morganti tags herself in and comes in roaring, nailing Wrath with a dropkick to the knee. Wrath falls out and Morganti hits the ropes and nails him with a dropkick to the side of the head. Wrath rolls out under the bottom of the rope and climbs up to his feet on the apron. Morganti runs, hits the corner and dives out at Wrath, catching him in flight and nailing him with a DDT on the ring apron that leaves him laying on the outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Wrath gets up and starts to climb to the ring apron.
Ricky: The champ has his hands full with Wrath! This is bad for Stone!
Chris: Morganti is in and she looks mad that her cuddle monkey is being abused! There is no fury like a woman scorned!
Ricky: You got that right! There was this broad in Las Vegas this one time. And to make a long story short, I don’t know how that monkey got in my pants, but man was that a story for the border patrol!
Chris: I just… I don’t even want to know! You’re a freak Ricky!
Wrath gets on the ring apron and catches a punch from Morganti as she comes in. Wrath hooks Morganti and drags her over the top rope easily. She lands on the apron on her feet and tries to fire off another strike to the head. Wrath blocks and nails Morganti with a boot to the gut. Wrath stuffs Morganti and picks her up on his shoulders. Wrath takes two steps, and drops Morganti on the ring apron with a running powerbomb. Morganti hits hard and falls to the outside. Wrath rolls back into the ring, and gets up just in time to get nailed with a clothesline from Stone. Wrath topples over and falls flat. Stone picks Wrath up, whipping him into the ropes. Wrath comes in and ducks under Stone’s clothesline attempt. Wrath scoops Stone up from behind in the burning hammer position and flips him out, driving his knee into Stone’s face, nailing the Viking Sledge. Wrath immediately covers Stone!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Morganti just misses the save. Wrath rolls out of the ring quickly!
WINNER: JOHN OJEDA
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Post match, Wrath can be seen looking on into the ring as Stone makes it back to his feet. John smiles as he stares into the ring at StoneGanti. Meanwhile, David and Bruce hit the scene and jump Ojeda from behind. They start kicking him into several times in the head as Ojeda can barely protect himself.
Chris: This is insane! Shooter's Gallery coming down to make a statement on the outlaw biker.
Ricky: I hope they kick his ass really good! He deserves to get his ass fucking beat after what he did to our PWX Champion!
As Ojeda still lies on the ground, The Shooter's Gallery continue to beat down on him some more before they grab him and throw him into the ring. StoneGanti start to join in on the attack as well as the Shooter's roll in the ring and start to continue their assault on John Ojeda. The crowd then roars wild as Nikki Blade can be seen running down the aisle with something in her hand.
Chris: IS THAT?!....
Ricky: It's a peppergun! Holy shit!
Nikki rolls in the ring and starts to fight off some of the Gallery and House of Stone. Ojeda is able to get back to his feet and starts to unleash some hard rights at Troy. Nikki then tosses the gun at him and Ojeda cocks it back. Troy's eyes widen as he hits the deck and rolls out of the ring. The Shooter's also roll out of the ring as well but Ojeda is able to hit Bruce in the shoulder as Bruce falls to the ground.
Chris: Holy Shit that looked like it hurt!
Ricky: HAHA! Wow, Ojeda may be a douche and I may hate him, but he does have his moments
Ojeda and Blade stand tall in the ring as the Shooter's and House of Stone retreat to the back, clearly pissed off.
Chris: Well this thing looks to be far from over!
Ricky: I can't wait to see what happens when Ojeda and Stone go one on one!
Chris: God damn, that was funny!
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[The camera fades in on a shot of the PWX Tag Team Championship belt – which is on display in the offices of The Establishment. The camera angle widens, and we see John Pariah and Adam Stryker step into the frame, looking over the belts.]
John Pariah: You’ve held those before right?
Adam Stryker: Yeah, you?
John Pariah: Once, or twice….maybe thrice.
Adam Stryker: Make if four times…
[They turn to the camera and smirk. Stryker slings his 220 World Title over his shoulder, while John Pariah slings his PWX Hybrid Championship over his.]
John Pariah: Look alive sunshine…the Knockout Kings are OFFICIALLY entering the PWX Tag Team Grand Prix, and tonight-after we put a dent in Bad Company’s impressive run over the last couple of months. So to all the other teams out there, you’ll have two options…
Adam Stryker: Knock Out…
John Pariah: Or Tap Out. Be ready, because the K-O-K are louder than God’s revolver-and twice as shiny. This is for all our rock n rollers. Our crash queens and motor babies. The future is bulletproof, and the Kings will reign supreme. So Killjoys? Make Some Noise…
[The two smirk as they walk out of frame-and the focus stays on the tag team titles]
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MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
BAD COMPANY vs KNOCK OUT KINGS
Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is your main event of the evening scheduled for 1 fall and is a tag team match with a 1-hour time limit.”
(The arena lights go out-as shots of destruction and chaos are shown on the tron, and a voice echoes over the PA)
Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny
This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies
[The tron goes out]
Listen up!
The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It's time to do it now and do it loud!
Killjoys, make some noise!
(Pyro shoots up as My Chemical Romance’s “Na Na Na Na” echoes over the PA system-and lights circle the arena. John Pariah and Adam Stryker step out onto the stage-and throw their arms in the air, before heading down the ramp and sliding into the ring, posing on the ropes as the music begins to fade out.)
Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 431 pounds, the team of John Pariah and the ‘So Cal Switchblade’ Adam Stryker….. The Knockout Kings!”
As their opponents stand in the ring, going over strategies with each other, the arena suddenly begins to buzz as the opening strains of "A Small Measure Of Peace (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)" by Hans Zimmer goes out through the arena before Nighthawk and Jason Aries walk to the ring, each man slapping hands with the entire front row before they slide into the ring and climb on the top turnbuckles.
Alexis Lace: “And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 387 pounds, the team of ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk and ‘The Phenom’ Jason Aries….. Bad Company!”
As both teams remove their ring robes and jackets and hand it to the ringside attendants who quickly take it to the back, both teams glare at each other for several long seconds as they both engage in sotto voce strategy conversations. Finally ringing the bell Nighthawk and Jason Aries nod at each other as Jason Aries leaves the ring, allowing Nighthawk to start the match against Adam Stryker. Locking up with each other in the center of the ring both men jockey for position against each other before finding themselves near the ropes as the referee moves in to separate both men and force a clean break which he is able to secure after more than a fair bit of negotiation between both men. Locking up in the center of the ring again, Adam Stryker quickly comes out the back door with a headlock and cranks on it with as much force as he can muster. Reaching his left hand inside to pry apart the headlock Nighthawk quickly releases the grip of the headlock just enough to hit an ipponzei which he follows with a quick wraparound armdrag which he holds onto for an armbar as he cranks on it and slaps away Adam Stryker’s attempt at a headscissors. Yanking back on the left arm the “Wrestling Machine” reaches over and tags in Jason Aries before laying the arm out flat allowing Jason Aries to come in with a slingshot senton on the arm which he then holds as he tags in Nighthawk who does the same with a double stomp to the arm followed by a crucifix pin that gets a quick 2-count. Whipping Nighthawk into the corner the “So-Cal Switchblade” chases after him only to see him vault backwards over him, drawing a wild swing out of John Pariah as the “Man of 1000 Holds” rolls backwards and makes a quick tag to Jason Aries who comes in with a beautiful crossbody that gets another long 2-count as Adam Stryker quickly rolls out of danger and tags in John Pariah before rolling to the floor.
Chris: These two teams know what it means for a win here tonight.
Ricky: Both teams also have singles matches vengeance to get as well. This match could very well go on for awhile.
Stepping into the ring, squinting at both members of Bad Company as he does so, John Pariah stretches out against the ropes as Jason Aries tags in Nighthawk and then grabs the tag rope. Locking up John Pariah goes for a cravate which he is able to get partially applied before Nighthawk is able to step through the hold and counter into a backslide, bridging forward to get the most out of it and getting a quick 1-count. But as the Chicago native pops back up to his feet he walks right into a cravate from the PWX Hybrid Champion who quickly kicks the legs out to provide more leverage on the hold. Shaking his fingers no when the referee comes over to check on him and see if he wants to give it up, Nighthawk slowly and painstakingly gets up to a seated position before crossing his ankles together and wagging his left hand in the face of John Pariah. Ignoring the entreaties of his partner John Pariah takes the hand and is quickly caught in a knucklelock which the “Wrestling Machine” uses to drag him back over to the Bad Company corner where he tags in Jason Aries who springboards in with a double sledge to the left arm before going into an armwringer. Going for a hiplock takeover the Minneapolis native can’t get what he wants as John Pariah goes for a lariat, only to find himself countered with a wraparound armdrag as the Knockout Kings head to the floor to try and catch their breath and reformulate their strategy. However, as they do that, Bad Company takes advantage of the situation with a triangle plancha from Nighthawk on Adam Stryker and a tope suicida from Jason Aries on John Pariah. Rolling Adam Stryker back in the ring Nighthawk heads up to the top turnbuckle as “The Phenom” holds him in position for Made in the Midwest. But as the “Man of 1000 Holds” measures him John Pariah pushes Nighthawk off of the top turnbuckle and then plasters Jason Aries with a gorgeous roaring european uppercut right into a northern lariat from Adam Stryker.
Chris: OH! Bad Company getting double plastered by that one!
Ricky: I really don't care who wins this match! I hope both teams just kill one another!
Chris: Well the Knock Out Kings are taking it quite well to the Bad Company right now.
Blinking his eyes to get the cobwebs out, Adam Stryker quickly takes advantage of the situation by hitting a gorgeous running kneedrop to the chin before focusing his attention on the head and neck of Jason Aries by applying a seated neck crank. Trapping the arms to get the most out of this hold the “So-Cal Switchblade” scoots back to his corner of the ring where John Pariah tags in, allowing Adam Stryker to hit a gorgeous running necksnap followed by a jumping kneedrop to the face from John Pariah as Nighthawk crawls to his corner slowly. Covering quickly, grinding his forearm across the bone of the jaw of Jason Aries as he does so, the PWX Hybrid Champion shoots a subtle, but noticeable, death stare at the referee when he informs him that Jason Aries kicks out at 2. Continuing to press the advantage they have John Pariah pulls “The Phenom” up to a seated position before hitting a backfist to the temple followed by a seated dropkick to the cheekbone. Grinding the bone of his forearm across the face of Jason Aries John Pariah hits a falling fistdrop to the face before holding him up in a bearhug and letting Adam Stryker tag himself in with a running Hart Attack clothesline who quickly covers for 2 as Nighthawk finally gets to his corner and blinks his eyes dazedly while holding onto the tag rope. Dragging Jason Aries to his corner Adam Stryker lands a hard running forearm in the corner before tagging in John Pariah and locking in a backbreaker hold as John Pariah climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and comes off with a diving elbowdrop to the chest.
Chris: Pariah and Stryker seem to work VERY well together.
Ricky: I liked it better when they were against each other. Stryker turned his back on the Establishment! They deserve to be eliminated!
Gritting his teeth as he tries to think of what to do next John Pariah heads up to the 2nd rope and measures Jason Aries for a senton splash, only to land back-first as Jason Aries moves out of the way at the last possible moment. Crawling on his hands and knees towards his corner Nighthawk tags in and quickly hits a springboard clothesline on Adam Stryker before heading up to the top turnbuckle and coming off with a tucking missile dropkick on John Pariah. Trying to revive Jason Aries Nighthawk heads back up to the top turnbuckle and lands a gorgeous frog-splash on Adam Stryker that gets a long 2-count. Standing on the top turnbuckle letting out a war cry Nighthawk goes for another frog splash but is forced to roll out of the way as John Pariah gets to his feet and plasters him with a roaring elbow before staggering into the corner. But as he catches his breath and looks around, signaling for Lights Out, Shawn Lester walks to the ringside area and talks trash to John Pariah who clotheslines him over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Looking around Adam Stryker picks Nighthawk up and goes for the Stryke only to see the “Wrestling Machine” move out of the way and both members of Bad Company land stereo superkicks to the jaw of the “So-Cal Switchblade”. Running their thumbs across their throat Nighthawk heads to the top rope as Jason Aries locks in a Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Timing it perfectly Nighthawk comes off with a diving crossbody at the exact same time as Jason Aries drops the neckbreaker, Covering quickly Nighthawk hooks one leg as Adam Stryker puts his foot on the bottom rope, the referee still counting even as Shawn Lester pushes the foot off of the rope directly in the view of the referee.
Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Jason Aries…. Bad Company!”
Chris: What the fuck?! Did you see what just happened?!
Ricky: Yes, I did!
Chris: That referee should have stopped that count, but he didn't!
Ricky: That referee was doing his fucking job! I think he called it perfectly!
Chris: You would think like that. Something is fishy about the referee! And what the hell was Shawn Lester doing down here? That made no sense what so ever!
Ricky: I don't know but shut up! Something is about to happen in the ring!
WINNERS: NIGHTHAWK/JASON ARIES (BAD COMPANY)
TAG TEAM MATCH
BAD COMPANY vs KNOCK OUT KINGS
Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is your main event of the evening scheduled for 1 fall and is a tag team match with a 1-hour time limit.”
(The arena lights go out-as shots of destruction and chaos are shown on the tron, and a voice echoes over the PA)
Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny
This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies
[The tron goes out]
Listen up!
The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It's time to do it now and do it loud!
Killjoys, make some noise!
(Pyro shoots up as My Chemical Romance’s “Na Na Na Na” echoes over the PA system-and lights circle the arena. John Pariah and Adam Stryker step out onto the stage-and throw their arms in the air, before heading down the ramp and sliding into the ring, posing on the ropes as the music begins to fade out.)
Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 431 pounds, the team of John Pariah and the ‘So Cal Switchblade’ Adam Stryker….. The Knockout Kings!”
As their opponents stand in the ring, going over strategies with each other, the arena suddenly begins to buzz as the opening strains of "A Small Measure Of Peace (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)" by Hans Zimmer goes out through the arena before Nighthawk and Jason Aries walk to the ring, each man slapping hands with the entire front row before they slide into the ring and climb on the top turnbuckles.
Alexis Lace: “And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 387 pounds, the team of ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk and ‘The Phenom’ Jason Aries….. Bad Company!”
As both teams remove their ring robes and jackets and hand it to the ringside attendants who quickly take it to the back, both teams glare at each other for several long seconds as they both engage in sotto voce strategy conversations. Finally ringing the bell Nighthawk and Jason Aries nod at each other as Jason Aries leaves the ring, allowing Nighthawk to start the match against Adam Stryker. Locking up with each other in the center of the ring both men jockey for position against each other before finding themselves near the ropes as the referee moves in to separate both men and force a clean break which he is able to secure after more than a fair bit of negotiation between both men. Locking up in the center of the ring again, Adam Stryker quickly comes out the back door with a headlock and cranks on it with as much force as he can muster. Reaching his left hand inside to pry apart the headlock Nighthawk quickly releases the grip of the headlock just enough to hit an ipponzei which he follows with a quick wraparound armdrag which he holds onto for an armbar as he cranks on it and slaps away Adam Stryker’s attempt at a headscissors. Yanking back on the left arm the “Wrestling Machine” reaches over and tags in Jason Aries before laying the arm out flat allowing Jason Aries to come in with a slingshot senton on the arm which he then holds as he tags in Nighthawk who does the same with a double stomp to the arm followed by a crucifix pin that gets a quick 2-count. Whipping Nighthawk into the corner the “So-Cal Switchblade” chases after him only to see him vault backwards over him, drawing a wild swing out of John Pariah as the “Man of 1000 Holds” rolls backwards and makes a quick tag to Jason Aries who comes in with a beautiful crossbody that gets another long 2-count as Adam Stryker quickly rolls out of danger and tags in John Pariah before rolling to the floor.
Chris: These two teams know what it means for a win here tonight.
Ricky: Both teams also have singles matches vengeance to get as well. This match could very well go on for awhile.
Stepping into the ring, squinting at both members of Bad Company as he does so, John Pariah stretches out against the ropes as Jason Aries tags in Nighthawk and then grabs the tag rope. Locking up John Pariah goes for a cravate which he is able to get partially applied before Nighthawk is able to step through the hold and counter into a backslide, bridging forward to get the most out of it and getting a quick 1-count. But as the Chicago native pops back up to his feet he walks right into a cravate from the PWX Hybrid Champion who quickly kicks the legs out to provide more leverage on the hold. Shaking his fingers no when the referee comes over to check on him and see if he wants to give it up, Nighthawk slowly and painstakingly gets up to a seated position before crossing his ankles together and wagging his left hand in the face of John Pariah. Ignoring the entreaties of his partner John Pariah takes the hand and is quickly caught in a knucklelock which the “Wrestling Machine” uses to drag him back over to the Bad Company corner where he tags in Jason Aries who springboards in with a double sledge to the left arm before going into an armwringer. Going for a hiplock takeover the Minneapolis native can’t get what he wants as John Pariah goes for a lariat, only to find himself countered with a wraparound armdrag as the Knockout Kings head to the floor to try and catch their breath and reformulate their strategy. However, as they do that, Bad Company takes advantage of the situation with a triangle plancha from Nighthawk on Adam Stryker and a tope suicida from Jason Aries on John Pariah. Rolling Adam Stryker back in the ring Nighthawk heads up to the top turnbuckle as “The Phenom” holds him in position for Made in the Midwest. But as the “Man of 1000 Holds” measures him John Pariah pushes Nighthawk off of the top turnbuckle and then plasters Jason Aries with a gorgeous roaring european uppercut right into a northern lariat from Adam Stryker.
Chris: OH! Bad Company getting double plastered by that one!
Ricky: I really don't care who wins this match! I hope both teams just kill one another!
Chris: Well the Knock Out Kings are taking it quite well to the Bad Company right now.
Blinking his eyes to get the cobwebs out, Adam Stryker quickly takes advantage of the situation by hitting a gorgeous running kneedrop to the chin before focusing his attention on the head and neck of Jason Aries by applying a seated neck crank. Trapping the arms to get the most out of this hold the “So-Cal Switchblade” scoots back to his corner of the ring where John Pariah tags in, allowing Adam Stryker to hit a gorgeous running necksnap followed by a jumping kneedrop to the face from John Pariah as Nighthawk crawls to his corner slowly. Covering quickly, grinding his forearm across the bone of the jaw of Jason Aries as he does so, the PWX Hybrid Champion shoots a subtle, but noticeable, death stare at the referee when he informs him that Jason Aries kicks out at 2. Continuing to press the advantage they have John Pariah pulls “The Phenom” up to a seated position before hitting a backfist to the temple followed by a seated dropkick to the cheekbone. Grinding the bone of his forearm across the face of Jason Aries John Pariah hits a falling fistdrop to the face before holding him up in a bearhug and letting Adam Stryker tag himself in with a running Hart Attack clothesline who quickly covers for 2 as Nighthawk finally gets to his corner and blinks his eyes dazedly while holding onto the tag rope. Dragging Jason Aries to his corner Adam Stryker lands a hard running forearm in the corner before tagging in John Pariah and locking in a backbreaker hold as John Pariah climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and comes off with a diving elbowdrop to the chest.
Chris: Pariah and Stryker seem to work VERY well together.
Ricky: I liked it better when they were against each other. Stryker turned his back on the Establishment! They deserve to be eliminated!
Gritting his teeth as he tries to think of what to do next John Pariah heads up to the 2nd rope and measures Jason Aries for a senton splash, only to land back-first as Jason Aries moves out of the way at the last possible moment. Crawling on his hands and knees towards his corner Nighthawk tags in and quickly hits a springboard clothesline on Adam Stryker before heading up to the top turnbuckle and coming off with a tucking missile dropkick on John Pariah. Trying to revive Jason Aries Nighthawk heads back up to the top turnbuckle and lands a gorgeous frog-splash on Adam Stryker that gets a long 2-count. Standing on the top turnbuckle letting out a war cry Nighthawk goes for another frog splash but is forced to roll out of the way as John Pariah gets to his feet and plasters him with a roaring elbow before staggering into the corner. But as he catches his breath and looks around, signaling for Lights Out, Shawn Lester walks to the ringside area and talks trash to John Pariah who clotheslines him over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Looking around Adam Stryker picks Nighthawk up and goes for the Stryke only to see the “Wrestling Machine” move out of the way and both members of Bad Company land stereo superkicks to the jaw of the “So-Cal Switchblade”. Running their thumbs across their throat Nighthawk heads to the top rope as Jason Aries locks in a Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Timing it perfectly Nighthawk comes off with a diving crossbody at the exact same time as Jason Aries drops the neckbreaker, Covering quickly Nighthawk hooks one leg as Adam Stryker puts his foot on the bottom rope, the referee still counting even as Shawn Lester pushes the foot off of the rope directly in the view of the referee.
Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Jason Aries…. Bad Company!”
Chris: What the fuck?! Did you see what just happened?!
Ricky: Yes, I did!
Chris: That referee should have stopped that count, but he didn't!
Ricky: That referee was doing his fucking job! I think he called it perfectly!
Chris: You would think like that. Something is fishy about the referee! And what the hell was Shawn Lester doing down here? That made no sense what so ever!
Ricky: I don't know but shut up! Something is about to happen in the ring!
WINNERS: NIGHTHAWK/JASON ARIES (BAD COMPANY)
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[After the match, Stryker extends his hands towards Alexis and asks for the mic. He takes several deep breaths before stroking his hair back and finally putting thw mic to his mouth.]
Stryker: You know damn well what I want, guys...
["Next World Champ" chant unfolds quickly as Adam smirks.]
Stryker: Thank you. You see, I have signed a contract with PWX in October of 2012, and eversince that time I have wrestled my goddamn ass off for this place, week in and week out, whether you cheered me or booed me. I've been the Tag Team Champion, I've been the last ever Evolution Champion, I've been the Hybrid Champion, twice even... but there has been one thing that has eluded me so far. I know that people like Darin Zion will do everything to not let me even have a chance for that but... Troy Stone, Wrath, I don't care which one of you will walk out of Hostile Takeover IV, I'm going to be next in line for that World Championship match. Am I'm gonna take that—
[“Hail to the King” by Avenged Sevenfold cues up and Darin Zion marches down the ramp and stands right outside of the ring. The crowd immediately pours their hatred into Zion as he stalls speaking. He smirks at each one of the crowd members as He adjusts himself. Darin lifts the microphone as the crowd starts to let a “Zion sucks” chant echo through the arena. Darin’s face lights up as he glares a hole through the Knock Out Kings.]
Darin Zion: Congratulations John Pariah and Adam Stryker, you both clearly proved to the world once again that Adam Stryker is clearly not worth his contract as a singles wrestler. Adam, you remember, I signed you to the World Championship division right before you stabbed me, your 2013 Hero of the Year, in the back.
Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!
[John Pariah looks at Zion ready to tear a hole into him, but Darin immediately holds one finger up and smiles at both men. They look ready to pounce upon Darin Zion.]
Darin Zion: Yes, Pariah, STRIKE ME DOWN! Clearly you didn’t read part of the fine print of your contract. Pariah, you cannot touch me at all. And Stryker, I’d advice against touching me again. We all know you bastards cheated at No Limits. You clearly unmasked Schmied. We all know that his medical condition PREVENTS him from competing without his mask. So unfortunately for you guys, you fought me in a handicap match, and Schmied still remains undefeated. Had to mention that in case these nimrods didn’t follow Twitter this week. But that’s beside the point on why I’m out here. I mean while Adam Stryker clearly has to cheat to even GAIN a win in a handicap match, now he has the AUDACITY to come out to your pathetic bastards and beg for the next World Championship match. How fitting? A man who can NEVER accomplish anything without mommy or daddy holding his hands wants to beg ME for a World Championship match? Adam, you’ve never pinned or submitted a World Champion.
Crowd: HE BEAT YOU! HE BEAT YOU! HE BEAT YOU! HE BEAT YOU!
Darin Zion: No, no, no! He threw me into the back of an Ambulance and pinned me in a tag team match. He never has won a match against a World Champion. I mean shit, I can beat anyone in an all out brawl, that doesn’t prove that you have talent enough to beat me in a fair one on one wrestling match. I mean, hell Adam, you couldn’t do that without ANY of your former stable mates by your side. Hell, you even had to hide behind John Pariah at No Limits. Another man who basically is more pathetic than you AIDED YOU to defeat me. And let’s face it, Adam, you’re a bigger failure than HE IS!
[Adam starts to get out of the ring. Darin puts his hands up and calls security out at the displeasure of the crowd. He smirks at his insurance policy march down to the ring providing him a human shield. Zion backs up and paces around for a moment smiling as Adam immediately pulls himself back in the ring, laughing at Zion. Darin immediately claps at Adam Stryker’s wise decision, but the crowd still lets out a bullshit chant.]
Darin Zion: You’re a smart boy, Adam. But it’s time to grow up and enter a man’s world. You don’t get to demand PWX Championship shots. You have to earn them fair and square. It’s time to man up and fight without your crutches and your pathetic tag team partners. I always taught you to be careful what you asked for and demanded here in PWX. We’re a dog eat dog world here. I taught you to take things, not DEMAND them. And now, you’ll reap the consequences you sniveling piece of horse shit.
Crowd: STRYKER! STRYKER! STRYKER! STRYKER! STRYKER!
Darin Zion: I spent the last week thinking long and hard about punishing you Adam for your stupid decisions and continuing to back track in your pathetic career, and I determined in order to make damn sure you EARN your spot here in PWX and your contract, I’ve made my mind up. At Hostile Take Over IV, you get the privilege of facing the greatest PWX superstar in history. This man has done it all. He’s won the PWX Championship twice, the PWX NXTGN Championship, he’s held the PWX Hybrid Championship three times, the PWX Tag Team Titles, PWX’s old developmental league’s Evo-X Pride Championship, and he’s a former CWC North American Championship, pridefully leading the ENTIRE PWX roster to dominate CWC to start our global empire. If you haven’t gathered who I’m talking about you rat bastard, it’s…ME!
Ricky: WHAT?! I thought he wasn’t medically cleared to compete to wrestle in singles matches?
Chris: Nothing surprises me here in PWX anymore. There’s definitely a catch!
[The crowd immediately erupts as Adam smiles and cuts his throat. He pounds his fights together while mouthing “you’re on” to Darin Zion. However, Zion holds up one finger and points to Adam. He smiles and speaks passionately as the crowd erupts in boos.]
Darin Zion: Oh no! You’re not off the hook Adam. I’m banning the ENTIRE PWX Locker Room and the Establishment from helping your sorry ass out and to also prove I don’t need help at all beating your pathetic ass. I told you Adam, I’m taking you to hell and back this time around. You don’t get to hide behind Pariah, you don’t get to hide behind any of your former stable mates that made you, hell, you don’t even get to hide behind me this time like you did for the last three…
Adam Stryker: And you won’t get to hide behind Schmied...and besides Darin I didn’t hide…I…
[Suddenly Stryker’s microphone cuts off and he tosses it straight at Darin Zion, much to the delight of the crowd. Darin Zion smiles and points at Adam.]
Darin Zion: Sorry, I have to teach you some manners boy. It’s for your own good! Now like I said it’s you and me one on one. You can only win via pinfall or submission. You won’t get a count out, you won’t get knock outs, you have to win or I might re-evaluate what division your sorry ass competes in for the next year with your contract….but I know you and your cheating kind, you’ll try to ensure you don’t get a demotion so…boys…
[Suddenly the lights above the arena flicker and we see a Cage descend from the ring. Darin laughs as Adam smiles back too, knowing they’ll be the only ones in the ring. The structure looks more unforgiving than a normal steel cage and has a top on it. Darin Zion immediately smirks as the crowd starts to chant the structure’s name out loud.]
Crowd: CAGE OF DEATH! CAGE OF DEATH!
Ricky: THAT’S INSANE! HE CANNOT DO THAT! He almost had his career ended in two Civil Wars AND a ladder fall from that man. Is he insane?
Chris: No, he’s living up to his promise, he’s giving the crowd what they want…his ass beat!!!!
Darin Zion: You’re damn right! It’s Stryker v. Zion II, inside of a Cage of Death! And Adam, this time I’ll make sure you learn some respect. I’ll beat your ass cleanly in that ring, unlike you’ve EVER done to me.
[Adam starts smile as his music cues up for about thirty seconds as Zion marches up the ramp. However, Zion cuts his music, and glares back at Stryker. He lifts the microphone with a sick look in his eyes.]
Darin Zion: Oh, and Adam…next time you try to end a man’s career, do it right. You couldn’t even manage to do THAT right the last time. You’re such a screw up. I can’t believe we pay you money.
[Adam immediately starts rushing towards Zion, but security comes rushing towards Stryker to hold him back. Darin flips Stryker off and smiles and walks to the back area. Adam’s music cues up, but his eyes flare up. Adam wants to tear apart each security guard to get to Zion, but knows he’d go to jail. Adam just smiles and starts slapping hands with the crowd as the guards climb up the ramp.]
Chris: Cage of Death…Hostile Takeover IV…Darin Zion v. Adam Stryker II, mark it on your calendars.
Ricky: It looks like the war continues between both of these men. I just cannot believe Zion’s going to go through with this. What an idiot!
Chris: Agreed, but one thing is for sure, Hostile Takeover IV is starting to look more interesting by the second. Anyways, we hope you tune in next week. And everyone…
Ricky: Good fight, and good night!
Chris: You’re such a rip off.
[PWX ends with Adam Stryker and John Pariah celebrating more as Adam points up to the cage and smiles.]
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