Post by PWXonline on Jan 23, 2014 4:52:27 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 66: NEW CHALLENGES
AUGUSTA CIVIC CENTER
AUGUSTA, MAINE
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 22nd, 2014
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Adrenaline opens up inside Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood's office. Hollywood can be seen sitting at his desk as Darin Zion walks in. The crowd boos as the PWX polarizing owners shake each others hand with a light shoulder hug and a pat on the back. They smile as Zion speaks.
Zion: When the fuck are you getting that title on the door fixed?
Hollywood: What are you talking about? That's always been there.
Zion: I thought we were getting it replastered with The Establishment plate?
Hollywood: What? An Executive can't have his fun around here?
Zion rolls his eyes in the back of his head. He then lets out a laugh.
Zion: What the fuck ever, I'm sure well figure that out in time. But man does it feel good that you and I are calling the shots around here.
The crowd boo as Hollywood nods his head.
Hollywood: It's just sad how people are having a hard time coming to terms with that. I mean, fuck dude, how obvious to we have to make it?
Zion: I don't know, this locker room is fucking stupid. But they will come to know just how much influence we have around here!
Hollywood: That's for damn sure! We don't own PWX for nothing. Hell, I'm even dropping little hints of how much power and influence we do have and they still are being eluded.
Zion shakes his head.
Zion: It's whatever. Soon, the entire PWX roster will know that the only hope they have is the hope that the bestow in us. If they can't figure that out, then I'm afraid darkness will be their future.
Hollywood smiles as he props his feet up on the desk.
Hollywood: You know what would be fun? I think I'm going to make a little note for our main event tonight.
Zion: Oh?
Hollywood: Because I can, I think I'll just throw our competitors for a little loop. Particularly speaking, John Ojeda.
Zion smiles evilly.
Zion: I can see the wheels turning in your head.
Hollywood: Well, I can see that Nikki Blade is clearly not letting Ojeda go at me alone so I thought I would give her a little constellation prize for even thinking about joining the cause with him. Like I made an example out of Jordan Caliban last week, it's time that I test just how tough she really is this week. I'll nip this one in the ass before it even gets started. That's why in tonight's main event, the tag team tables match is now officially a tag team tables ELIMINATION match!
Zion laughs as he nods his head in agreement.
Zion: Perfect! Soon, the entire PWX roster will learn that they can't cross us!
Hollywood: It's only a matter of time before the PWX roster really comes to learn that no matter how hard they try, or no matter what they do, they can't stop The Establishment! The Establishment is growing and soon well be dominating this entire show and this product, from top to bottom and people will have no choice but to either accept it and join us...........or learn what happens when you cross two people who not only can't be stopped, but hold their fate in our hands! The Era of the Established......is just beginning!
Hollywood leans back and smiles evilly as Zion smiles and nods his head evilly as well as the scene fades out and the Adrenaline theme plays in the background as we are taken to the first match of the night.
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SINGLES MATCH
DANIEL EVERETT vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with Money and Everett meeting in the center of the ring. Money is goofing off, dancing around like a fool, and Everett takes offense to it and floors him with a lariat. Money rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor. He gets up and swings a couple of times at an imaginary person and then falls over the guard railing into the fans laps. Everett climbs out of the ring and yanks Money out of the crowd and tosses him back into the ring. Money gets up and starts to run away from Everett, who chases after him. Money stops and trips Everett. Everett hits the mat and gets up, only to be stopped with an eye poke. Money jumps up on Everett’s back for a piggy back ride and starts to smack Everett’s ass. The fans all laugh, and then Everett gets mad and yanks Money over his shoulder. Everett smashes Money into the turnbuckle and then turns to the center and drives him to the mat with an Oklahoma Stampede. Everett goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO
Money kicks out!
Chris: This kid has no sense of what this business is about. He’s just a slacker!
Ricky: I think he’s funny! I also think Everette is kicking his sorry ass though.
Chris: Shouldn’t this be deemed child abuse?!
Ricky: Oklahoma Stampede! It’s over! HE KICKED!
Everett gets up and picks up Cash Money, whipping him into the corner. Money reverses out of the corner, but Everett puts the breaks on. Money jumps up on the ropes, trying to use them as a springboard, but misses and falls flat on his ass. Everett stands amused as Money rolls around gets back up after a few seconds. Everett stands in the corner and waits for Money to get up. When Money does, Everett catches him and hooks him, and launches him into the turnbuckle with an Exploder suplex. Money goes down in a heap and Everett goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Money puts his foot on the rope.
Everett gets up and picks up Money’s sorry ass and whips him into the corner and charges in nailing him with The Punishment. Money drops down and Everett gets up, laughing and taunting around the ring, because Money is barely moving and already half dead. Everett circles around Money and when Money gets up, Everett scoops him up onto his shoulder. Everett takes off running and plants Money in the center of the ring with an Everett Driver. Everett goes for the cover and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: DANIEL EVERETT
DANIEL EVERETT vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with Money and Everett meeting in the center of the ring. Money is goofing off, dancing around like a fool, and Everett takes offense to it and floors him with a lariat. Money rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor. He gets up and swings a couple of times at an imaginary person and then falls over the guard railing into the fans laps. Everett climbs out of the ring and yanks Money out of the crowd and tosses him back into the ring. Money gets up and starts to run away from Everett, who chases after him. Money stops and trips Everett. Everett hits the mat and gets up, only to be stopped with an eye poke. Money jumps up on Everett’s back for a piggy back ride and starts to smack Everett’s ass. The fans all laugh, and then Everett gets mad and yanks Money over his shoulder. Everett smashes Money into the turnbuckle and then turns to the center and drives him to the mat with an Oklahoma Stampede. Everett goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO
Money kicks out!
Chris: This kid has no sense of what this business is about. He’s just a slacker!
Ricky: I think he’s funny! I also think Everette is kicking his sorry ass though.
Chris: Shouldn’t this be deemed child abuse?!
Ricky: Oklahoma Stampede! It’s over! HE KICKED!
Everett gets up and picks up Cash Money, whipping him into the corner. Money reverses out of the corner, but Everett puts the breaks on. Money jumps up on the ropes, trying to use them as a springboard, but misses and falls flat on his ass. Everett stands amused as Money rolls around gets back up after a few seconds. Everett stands in the corner and waits for Money to get up. When Money does, Everett catches him and hooks him, and launches him into the turnbuckle with an Exploder suplex. Money goes down in a heap and Everett goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Money puts his foot on the rope.
Everett gets up and picks up Money’s sorry ass and whips him into the corner and charges in nailing him with The Punishment. Money drops down and Everett gets up, laughing and taunting around the ring, because Money is barely moving and already half dead. Everett circles around Money and when Money gets up, Everett scoops him up onto his shoulder. Everett takes off running and plants Money in the center of the ring with an Everett Driver. Everett goes for the cover and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: DANIEL EVERETT
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SINGLES MATCH
JORDAN CALIBAN vs CHRIS DIAMOND
The match kicks off with Caliban and Diamond circling each other in the center of the ring. The two tie up, but Diamond quickly tosses Caliban off to the side. Caliban shakes it off and circles around. Caliban shoots in for a single leg takedown, but Diamond moves out of the way. Diamond attempts to strike at Caliban, but Caliban rolls under it, and catches Diamond with a series of forearms that backs him up into the ropes. Caliban shoots Diamond across the ring, but is caught with a freight train of a shoulder block that drops him to the mat. Caliban rolls over and Diamond leap frogs over him and hits the ropes. Caliban pops up for a hurricanrana, but when he bends back, Diamond muscles him back up and takes a few steps and lays Caliban out in the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb.
Chris: Diamond and Caliban got into a bit of a twitter war this week Ricky. And this match is the end result of it
Ricky: They’re going, and it seems like Diamond is out powering Caliban.
Chris: But Caliban used his speed to his advantage! He’s got him!
Ricky: Nope, he’s got a whole lot of turnbuckle Chris! Someone call Shaq and get him an icy hot patch!
Diamond picks up Caliban and shoves him back into the turnbuckle and then whips him across the ring. Caliban runs up the turnbuckles, and pauses with his back to Diamond, waiting for Diamond to come charging in. When Diamond is close enough, Caliban does a backwards drifting front flip and hits Diamond with a dropkick to the back of the head that send him face first into the turnbuckle and falling back flat on the map. Caliban pops up, bounds back to the top turnbuckle, and dives off, nailing Diamond with a double stomp. Caliban falls out flat on Diamond and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO
KICKOUT!
CROWD: PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Caliban counters and he goes up the turnbuckle! Oh my god! What an athletic and well timed move by Jordan Caliban!
Ricky: That’s what makes this kid so special Chris. He’s got abilities that some people would kill for.
Chris: But it’s going to take more than that to put Diamond away, Ricky! He’s got the heart of a champion!
Ricky: He’s come back in many a match Chris! This isn’t over by a long shot.
Caliban gets up and sees Diamond starting to stir. Caliban hits the ropes and goes for a shining wizard on Diamond. Diamond moves out of the way and gets back up in time to crush Caliban with a lariat that turns him inside out. Diamond seizes the opportunity and hooks him in a front facelock. Diamond clamps down and tries to wear down and ground the elusive Caliban. Caliban starts to work out of it and shoots Diamond into the ropes. Diamond comes in and nails Caliban with the lou thez press; laying in the right hands to Caliban. Diamond gets up and picks up Caliban. Diamond whips Caliban to the ropes, but Caliban uses them to springboard back off and attempts an asai moonsault. Diamond catches him coming in and nails Caliban with a lungblower. Diamond goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Chris: Diamond is getting back into the match Ricky! Caliban needs to be careful!
Ricky: He’s wearing him down and grinding him out. Smart move on Diamond’s part. That’s why he’s an international superstar!
Chris: LUNG BLOWER! It could be over! Diamond has the cover!
Ricky: CALIBAN KICKS OUT!
Diamond gets up and goes to the turnbuckle and tears off the turnbuckle padding. Diamond picks up Caliban and whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle. Caliban puts the breaks on and stops short. Diamond charges in and Caliban catches him with a drop toehold that drives him headfirst into the exposed turnbuckle. Caliban jumps to the top to go for his finisher when smoke starts to pour out from under the ring. Caliban hops off the turnbuckle and starts to look around outside of the ring as he clearly knows what's coming. Caliban turns around to catch a boot to the gut from Diamond. Diamond goes for the Diamond Stunner on Caliban, but Caliban slides down the back and hooks Diamond with a school boy roll up.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Chris: Caliban wasn't going to fall for it that time!
Ricky: Are you kidding me? Caliban is paranoid! All that was was an adrenaline response.
WINNER: JORDAN CALIBAN
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After the match, Jordan rolls out of the ring and starts to march up the ramp which then brings out Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood. The crowd boo loudly as Caliban stops and stares a hole into Hollywood.
Hollywood: Now hold on there just one second, Jordan! I gotta give you mad props on your win, congratulations. However, whatever your looking for, your not going to find charging up this ramp like that.
Caliban looks on in confusion.
Hollywood: I know what it is that you seek. However, don't think I'm an idiot. I know what you did last week. What you did last week is also going to come out of your pocket. You see, whatever property of mine you "think" you damaged clearly has left you clueless. I think that attack on Graystone last week left you confused and amnesiatic. That so called "car" you destroyed, well...it wasn't mine. In fact, it was a rental, but it wasn't a rental that I was using. You forget that when it comes to money, I'm one of the richest people alive today! When John Ojeda destroyed my limo, I simply had it replaced. You actually think I would waste my time with rentals and shit that's below my value?! Your more of an idiot that I thought!
The crowd boo as Caliban is clearly getting angry.
Hollywood: But don't feel too attacked on Caliban. This is about to be a history in the making moment for you because you get to be involved in finding out who the newest member of The Establishment is. Not only do you get to find out, you get to be the FIRST person to find out! I'm sure you would really like to know who that is wouldn't you?
Caliban doesn't change his stance as he stays locked on Hollywood.
Hollywood: Well let me introduce you to him...ladies and gentlemen and Jordy, I give you the NEWEST member of The Establishment....
There is a slight pause as Caliban looks on in confusion and unawarement. Hollywood smiles and shakes his head.
Hollywood: Don't you know that the most important rule is never have your back turned to someone you just had a match with!
With that, Jordan's eyes light up but he's plastered in the back by a steel chair by Chris Diamond. Diamond sends a few more hard chair shots to the back of Caliban as Hollywood can be seen smiling and enjoying himself. Diamond then drops the chair and nails Caliban with the Diamond stunner dropping Caliban to the ground. The crowd boo loudly as Diamond stands over a fallen Caliban. Hollywood smiles and raises the mic back up to his mouth.
Hollywood: Oh and in case anyone didn't get the memo, that newest member of The Establishment is none other than Chris Diamond!
Hollywood laughs as he drops the mic. Diamond shakes his head as he stares at Caliban and then walks up the ramp to meet Hollywood. Hollywood grabs his hand and raises it in the air as he showcases Diamond to the crowds definite disapproval. Hollywood and Diamond then make their way to the back as medical tends to Caliban.
Chris: Jesus Christ! Is there anything that can stop The Establishment?! This group seems to be growing ever so bigger lately and I feel like they have a grip of some kind over the entire PWX roster!
Ricky: Well, I think what Mr. Hollywood and Darin Zion have done is absolutely brilliant! This is something that has been planned out and executed very carefully and I think that this has got to be the biggest thing in PWX history! I don't think those two can ever be stopped!
Chris: At any rate, folks, we've got to take a commercial break but well be back soon.
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SINGLES MATCH
ADAM STRYKER vs GRIFF ABBOTT
Both men come to the center of the ring and circle shaking hands going right for the lock up, Abbot ducks under Stryker and switches to a hammer lock, Stryker swings a kick back into Abbot's shin and runs the ropes going for a clothesline, Abbot ducks under and runs in the other direction looking to catch Stryker with a moonsault off the middle rope on the rebound, the powerful Stryker manages to catch him and Abbot tornado Stryker down with a flying amrbar sending Stryker's face to the mat, after a few seconds confusion Stryker realizes he is next to the ropes and grabs on hauling himself beneath and to the outside
Chris: fast start here from both men, this one has technical master class written all over it
Ricky: As they say in the UK, put the kettle on we could be here for a while
Abbot tries the baseball side to the outside but overzelously throws to much at it going onto his stomach during the slide, Strker stands up to it and manages to split Abbots legs with his forearm catching him in a wheel barrow position and spinning his opponent round dumping him on the guard rail
Ricky:WHAT A MOVE!
Stryker gets Abbot up muscling him back into the ring apron and then into the ring, he pulls abbot into an abdominal stretch and stretches Abbots torso while nailing a forearm to Abbots chest from behind, the ref is asking Abbot who is emphatically refusing, after a forearm shot to the face accidental glances off his face Abbot powers up leaning forward putting more pressure on his abdominal region but also surprising Stryker who automatically releases the hold and sweeps Abbots legs out from underneath him stomping on his chest and then running the ropes coming back with a knee drop putting all his weight down onto Abbots chest
Chris: Pin!
1...
quick kick out from Abbot, Stryker, tries again with the same effect and then he backs up frustrated
Chris: Abbot is back to his knees already
Ricky: Mind games man, Abbot is showing his resilience and its getting to Stryker
Adam runs full bore at Abbot who hops up from his knees and dropkicks stryker in the jaw, wasting no motion Abbot goes right up to the top rope and straight back down with a double foot stomp to Strykers chest, Abbot clutches his ribs and then puts Stryker in a camel clutch cranking back and randomly reverse Mongolian chopping the former hybrid champ at intervals governed by Abbots pain fueled rage. He holds this for a few seconds before transitioning into a cravat and walking backwards all the way into a suplex dumping Stryker on his head
Chris: Wow! Wait pin!
1...
2...
Ricky: Stryker is down but not out, both men are literally crawling away from the onslaught right now
Chris: hauling there weight to opposite corners, both men's abdominal muscles must be screaming in agony
Ricky: Not to mention that Suplex Stryker took on his head, that's got to be the most dangerous thing we have seen tonight
Both men make it up in the corner and eyeball each other across the ring, Stryker gives a war cry showing some kind of unity to his KO King partner John Pariah and the two men collide in a flurry of chops, kicks and shots of every kith and kin
Chris: Stryker with a forearm
Ricky: Abbot with a Mongolian chop!
Abbot spins and kicks Stryker in the stomach doubling him over
Chris: Back flip German here we go!
Abbot Jumps and Stryker catches him electric chair style
Chris: HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THAT!
Ricky: That's pure power right there, Stryker wearing the belt or not is a hybrid athlete!
Chris: Joker driver!
Ricky: Right down packaged perfect, PIN!
1...
Chris: wait Stryker turns it into the switchblade special!
Ricky: I don't think it matters Abbot is out, the ref has called it
Stryker immediately releases the hold and checks on his opponent
Chris: Even you can't be sickened by that
Ricky: No Ill admit these guys did their thing tonight, nobody deserved to walk out disrespected
Chris: I heard it, did you guys here that?
Ricky: Shut up!
WINNER: ADAM STRYKER
ADAM STRYKER vs GRIFF ABBOTT
Both men come to the center of the ring and circle shaking hands going right for the lock up, Abbot ducks under Stryker and switches to a hammer lock, Stryker swings a kick back into Abbot's shin and runs the ropes going for a clothesline, Abbot ducks under and runs in the other direction looking to catch Stryker with a moonsault off the middle rope on the rebound, the powerful Stryker manages to catch him and Abbot tornado Stryker down with a flying amrbar sending Stryker's face to the mat, after a few seconds confusion Stryker realizes he is next to the ropes and grabs on hauling himself beneath and to the outside
Chris: fast start here from both men, this one has technical master class written all over it
Ricky: As they say in the UK, put the kettle on we could be here for a while
Abbot tries the baseball side to the outside but overzelously throws to much at it going onto his stomach during the slide, Strker stands up to it and manages to split Abbots legs with his forearm catching him in a wheel barrow position and spinning his opponent round dumping him on the guard rail
Ricky:WHAT A MOVE!
Stryker gets Abbot up muscling him back into the ring apron and then into the ring, he pulls abbot into an abdominal stretch and stretches Abbots torso while nailing a forearm to Abbots chest from behind, the ref is asking Abbot who is emphatically refusing, after a forearm shot to the face accidental glances off his face Abbot powers up leaning forward putting more pressure on his abdominal region but also surprising Stryker who automatically releases the hold and sweeps Abbots legs out from underneath him stomping on his chest and then running the ropes coming back with a knee drop putting all his weight down onto Abbots chest
Chris: Pin!
1...
quick kick out from Abbot, Stryker, tries again with the same effect and then he backs up frustrated
Chris: Abbot is back to his knees already
Ricky: Mind games man, Abbot is showing his resilience and its getting to Stryker
Adam runs full bore at Abbot who hops up from his knees and dropkicks stryker in the jaw, wasting no motion Abbot goes right up to the top rope and straight back down with a double foot stomp to Strykers chest, Abbot clutches his ribs and then puts Stryker in a camel clutch cranking back and randomly reverse Mongolian chopping the former hybrid champ at intervals governed by Abbots pain fueled rage. He holds this for a few seconds before transitioning into a cravat and walking backwards all the way into a suplex dumping Stryker on his head
Chris: Wow! Wait pin!
1...
2...
Ricky: Stryker is down but not out, both men are literally crawling away from the onslaught right now
Chris: hauling there weight to opposite corners, both men's abdominal muscles must be screaming in agony
Ricky: Not to mention that Suplex Stryker took on his head, that's got to be the most dangerous thing we have seen tonight
Both men make it up in the corner and eyeball each other across the ring, Stryker gives a war cry showing some kind of unity to his KO King partner John Pariah and the two men collide in a flurry of chops, kicks and shots of every kith and kin
Chris: Stryker with a forearm
Ricky: Abbot with a Mongolian chop!
Abbot spins and kicks Stryker in the stomach doubling him over
Chris: Back flip German here we go!
Abbot Jumps and Stryker catches him electric chair style
Chris: HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THAT!
Ricky: That's pure power right there, Stryker wearing the belt or not is a hybrid athlete!
Chris: Joker driver!
Ricky: Right down packaged perfect, PIN!
1...
Chris: wait Stryker turns it into the switchblade special!
Ricky: I don't think it matters Abbot is out, the ref has called it
Stryker immediately releases the hold and checks on his opponent
Chris: Even you can't be sickened by that
Ricky: No Ill admit these guys did their thing tonight, nobody deserved to walk out disrespected
Chris: I heard it, did you guys here that?
Ricky: Shut up!
WINNER: ADAM STRYKER
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[Adam Stryker immediately starts to celebrate his win after beating Griff Abbott. Adam climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate, but Darin Zion immediately sneaks into the ring holding a pool stick with the thicker end aimed straight for Adam Stryker. Darin immediately sneaks slowly up behind Adam and nails him stiffly straight into the balls with the pool stick. Adam falls roughly towards the ground. Darin Zion flips the pool stick around and nails him multiple times in the back with the pool stick mercilessly. Zion picks up Adam Stryker and hits the delusions of grandeur on him and throws him outside the ring where agents come running out rather quickly to attend to Stryker. Darin motions for a microphone.]
Darin Zion: Just look at him. He’s still worthless without any back up out here. John Pariah would normally come rescue his bitch, but look at Pariah, he doesn’t treat you worth a shit. He just expects you to do the work yourself. And grant it, I know you can Adam, you’re still pathetic. You abandoned your friends, and to make matters worse, your new friends don’t like you either. How pathetic! And he wants to still become the World Champion. He’s more like a pitiful piece of shit now. Honestly, Adam, I don’t think your worth my time, but I’m giving you that shot. Why? Because I’m the most generous guy on this roster!
[Darin immediately looks down towards the trainers helping Adam Stryker towards the back of the locker room. The crowd starts to light up with a “bullshit” chant. Darin smiles and laughs as Adam glares back at Darin with extreme hatred.]
Darin Zion: Don’t look so glum, chum! You’ll get your revenge. No seriously, I’ll give you a fair shot at me next week in this ring. I’ll stand in here and shake your hand to THANK you for all your contributions. I mean honestly, you do a lot for PWX. But I’ll thank you for those next week. After all, I don’t let my roster constantly look like fools.
Crowd: That’s a lie! That’s a lie!
Darin Zion: But Adam, you still have miles to go before you sleep. But enough about Adam Stryker, he obviously isn’t worth all my time out here. I’m face of this company and I need to address another man who has made some comments here recently. I know, I have to maximize my time to get ample money and sponsors here in PWX. Plus, I want to give my lazy, no good roster a chance to actually have the spotlight, so I’ll make it quit. Hey media hub, air the clip! Or you’ll end up like Jerry Clark and you’ll clean up the shit here in PWX.
[Suddenly we flash back to the following clip on the screen in the arena.]
Noah: There are a couple other things I want to address...
[Noah motions for the cameraman to get closer.]
Noah: Darin Zion...you tried to bait me for weeks and months to fight you, threatened me...saying you were gonna sue me...well jackoff you want one more match....you got it...Noah Hanson....Darin Zion....Falls Count Anywhere match...anytime you feel froggy pal. And as for you fans you're the last thing I want to talk about you sit there and you boo Zion one week and cheer him the next you're nothing but mindless lemmings that have no idea what you're doing. Just sit there, buy your stupid merchandise, eat your damn nachos...get fatter and make this country look worse each and every day...it's pathetic...i busted my ass for this place...for you the fans and all I got was a lousy pat on the back and this crappy PWX t-shirt....well thanks for nothing clowns...
[Noah takes off the PWX shirt he was wearing, drops it on the mat, then pulls out a small can of lighter fluid and pours it on the shirt and then pulls out a pack of matches and lights them and tosses it on the shirt setting it on fire...]
Noah: Burn in hell....
[Noah drops the mic and exits through the crowd.]
Crowd: NOAH! NOAH! NOAH! NOAH!
[Darin stands here and looks rather irritated at the crowd. He shakes his head and smiles. He drops it angrily and looks angrily.]
Darin Zion: Noah, boy, you had my attention three weeks ago. I’ve waited to address your little challenge because of our pending lawsuit. I find it funny you sign up for our tag team tournament, only to still not address your pending date until AFTER I issued you the original challenge. Funny, you work a lot like Adam Stryker. You think you can get to me by turning your back on PWX. Let’s face it. Everyone on this roster is expendable. Just ask us about Danny, Tyler, and others. They built this company, but where do you find them now? EXACTLY, no where! Noah, you should respect the pat on the back, the hall of fame spot, and honestly, you should have GRACEFULLY exited PWX. But unfortunately, you wanted to get my lawyers involved. You know I meant business, so you cut this beautiful pipe bomb hoping everyone would remember you. But just like Adam Stryker, you’re a poison in this company. You expect us to hand you world title shots without earning them. You EXPECT to main event every pay-per-view. And what’s worse, you EXPECT the roster to cow tow to you EXPECTING us to treat you like a God.
[Darin Zion walks up closer to the camera. His face gets red as he pauses for a moment. His face burns with anger.]
Darin Zion: You’re WRONG! I busted my ass listening to your advice as well as Pariah’s, Boyd’s, Corey’s, Skylar’s, and even Norcia’s advice. All you guys did was take a giant shit on my reputation and now look where it’s gotten me. I own this damn company, and if I choose to shit on your legacy, that’s MY CHOICE. You all poisoned PWX and killed it. But look at me! I’m weeding out the pathetic talent because of you Noah. You created this monster! You created this empire known as the Establishment, which is why I choose not to relinquish your contract. I want you to see what happens when you treat people with disrespect, never having their backs. I told you all I’d own you some day, and now I do. So I keep you around, watching what you created. And look what’s happening! Poor Adam Stryker, a man you’d love to see just get handed a world title shot like your regimes did, now has to bust his ass. Who would have ever thought of a great concept? ME! See Noah, I’m not treating you any different than Sex and Money treated me. I’m not treating you any differently than your posse treated our mid carders for years. And that’s why I asked you to face me Noah. But it’s going to happen on my terms damnit. I know I can beat the old washed up horse. I know deep down that when I beat you I’ll conquer the last mountain I need to conquer, so Noah…
[Darin Zion points up towards the screen. The Never Say Die logo appears on the screen much to the surprise of the fans. Darin smiles vilely at the screen as it flashes the logo brightly. The crowd immediately boos rather viciously.]
Darin Zion: You get me at Never Say Die and not a moment too soon either. You take it or you leave it and I sue your ass for everything you’ve got. I figure, if our competition can announce a match nearly a year out, so can we. But right now, I’ve got my roster to handle, and you don’t come priority one you worthless piece of washed up shit, so if you don’t like my proposition, well, I guess you should just get ready to have lawsuits come raining down on your ass for at least 10 years. At least you get the privilege to wrestle at Never Say Die! Unlike my current worry in Adam Stryker, you at least deserve to have your old yeller washed up ass shot and killed at Never Say Die. Adam just deserves to be executed now. So the balls in your court Noah, my boy! You want to call me out on an unapproved segment two weeks ago and hijack my broadcast. Now you need to have the balls to back it up.
[Darin Zion immediately starts to walk towards the ring and stops for a moment. Darin Zion immediately flashes a smile across his face. Darin puts his hands together as he stands on the edge of the turnbuckle.]
Darin Zion: But until then Noah, how about I do you one better? Noah Hanson, I want you to see truly why YOU created the Establishment. I’ll let you sit at ringside to commentate the Cage of Death match at Hostile Takeover IV. I want you to see how much pain you’ve cause Adam Stryker by your failure to stand up for talent. Because mark my words Adam, I’ve not forgotten about you even though I’m calling out another bitch. You will suffer for the sins of the past, not only those of PWX’s past, but your own. I want to crucify you mercilessly. After all, you TOOK away what I craved…wrestling. You put me on the shelf to wrestle on a case by case basis. You ended my pursuit to prove to people like Noah I belonged in that damn ring. And since you stepped into my business almost a year ago, it’s time for you to take my burden. You want to earn your spot…come and get it bitch!
[Darin exits the ring rather quickly to the chorus of boos.]
Chris: Wow! Darin Zion still hasn’t forgotten about his past here in PWX. And now he’s blaming Noah along with Stryker for his pain? How delusional can one human being be? Especially since they have no ties other than in feuds! I mean seriously! Is Zion that stupid? He’s made two of the most stupid decisions PWX’s has seen so far at Hostile Takeover!
Ricky: Oh shut up! Darin’s wanted to beat anyone from his past to shut up the critics and Adam stepped into his path almost a year ago by throwing him off that ladder. Darin’s back hasn’t been the same. In fact, Darin pushed himself to please these fans so much for the last few years, he deserve to blame both men for whatever he wants.
Chris: How can you even say that? Oh wait, you’re the bitch of who makes you the most money.
Ricky: And gives me the most rewards.
[Darin Zion exits towards the back as the screen turns black.]
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TAG TEAM MATCH
BAD COMPANY vs LAST WOMEN
Ricky: Oh this one ought to be good.
Chris: You are simply the negative type aren't you? It's the return of Jessica Harmony and Tiami Tyler!
Ricky: Joy.
Chris: A man of very few words.
Ricky: Jessica is STILL holding a grudge against Darin Zion. I actually think it's funny because you know Harmony hasn't paid any attention to PWX since she left.
Chris: How do you know?
Ricky: Um....because Zion isn't the only one running the show around here. Our ever so brilliant Mr. Brian Hollywood also runs things and quite frankly, I think he's a little bit better than Zion. Mr. Hollywood had EVERYONE fooled and he was off the radar for months!
Chris: Be it as that may, this is certainly going to be a good match regardless. Nighthawk and Jason Aries have been on quite the impressive roll around PWX as a unit lately. Should be interesting once the tournament starts.
Ricky: What tournament? The tournament that has lost steam?
Chris: You really are brutally honest, aren't you?
Both teams start in the middle of the ring just looking back at each other. Bad Company go in for handshakes, but the Last Women don't really care about that as they are ready to get down to business. Company just shake their heads as they figure out who is starting between the two of them. Aries volunteers as Harmony and Tiami nod to each other. Tiami makes her way out of the ring as does Nighthawk. Harmony and Aries come to the center of the ring as they lock up and this match up is finally underway. A little scuffle between the two as they have a back and forth battle for control. Harmony wins it as she starts to pound into the face of Aries with a few right jabs. Aries is able to shake it off as he comes at Harmony again only this time, Harmony drops Aries with a missile dropkick. Harmony immediately follows it up with a cover.
ONE
TW...
KICK OUT.
Chris: It's going to take a lot more than that to put Bad Company away.
Ricky: Harmony hasn't changed.
Chris: Welcome back Jess, but this is Bad Company, they've been on a roll lately.
Ricky: Jesus fuck...you sounded like me...oh wait....
Harmony gets up as does Aries and the two go at it again. This time, Harmony is able to irish whip Aries into the ropes and follows it up with a huricanarona. Harmony drags Aries back towards her corner and tags in her Last Real Women tag partner, Tiami Tyler. Tyler gets into the ring while Jess is still holding onto Aries. Tiami grabs the other side of Aries and they end up planting Aries into the mat with a double DDT. Jessica rolls out of the ring as Tiami makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Tiami strikes Aries with a few elbow drops but it ends up being one elbow drops too many as Aries is able to move out of the way. Aries comes flying off the ropes and back at Tiami as he sends her down with a corkscrew attack. Aries then follows it up with a couple pendulum elbow drops. Aries grabs Tiami and tosses her into the corner turnbuckle. He strikes her a few times before placing her at the top of the turnbuckle. Aries then takes Tiami down with a turnbuckle powerbomb as he moves in for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Chris: Holy shit that was an insane move!
Ricky: I think Aries knows exactly how to high risk anything he's involved in!
Tiami isn't that far away from the turnbuckle as Aries climbs it a bit and delivers a top rope double stomp to the head of Tiami. Tiami looks dazed as Aries is quickly back to his feet. Aries heads for the ropes as he bounces off them and hits a no hands lionsault connecting with Tiami. Aries goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Aries moves to tag in Nighthawk. Nighthawk hops the rope and hits a diving headbutt straight on Tiami. He then follows that up with a few roaring elbows right into Tiami. Tiami starts to roll around but Nighthawk brings her to her feet. He tosses her into the corner turnbuckle and starts to charge, but Tiami is able to move out of the way as Nighthawk goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Tiami then turns around and is able to spear Nighthawk in the midsection. She then grabs Nighthawk and delivers a hard Tornado DDT driving Nighthawk's head straight into the mat. Tiami goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Tiami then unleashes a few kicks to the head of Nighthawk before running back and tagging in Jessica back into the match. Jessica delivers a few elbows into Nighthawk before bringing him to his feet. She throws him into the turnbuckle and looks to grapple him further, but it is Nighthawk who takes advantage of the corner turnbuckle this time. Nighthawk is able to weave out of the corner sending Jessica into it and before she can respond, Nighthawk hits her with a flipping dropkick. As she goes down, Nighthawk runs towards the ropes and comes off them delivering a springboard moonsault on Jessica. Nighthawk hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO
THR...KICKOUT
Chris: Some good offensive moves there by Hawk!
Ricky: I think I've seen more high flying action in this match then I have in an entire month!
Chris: Well that's sure saying something..
Nighthawk looks to go for the surfboard submission, but Jessica is able to fight her way from being locked in it and starts to strike Nighthawk with a few different combos of jabs and punches. Jessica then delivers a thunderous DDT that takes Nighthawk down hard to the mat. She signals for the Rebel Yell but before she can go any further, she is distracted as the crowd start to erupt in boos.
Chris: Hey, what's going on?
The crowd boo loudly as Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, shows up on the entrance ramp with a microphone in his hand.
Hollywood: Now, now, Jessica, hold up there before you go and do something your going to regret!
Chris: What the fuck is Brian Hollywood doing out here?!
Ricky: That's MR. Hollywood to you! Shut up and let the PWX CEO speak!
Hollywood: I can't help but to think that this match is a waste of people's time.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Hollywood: Oh no, hear me out before you people sound like a bunch of fucking hypocrites!
Crowd drown Hollywood in boos as he looks at a very infuriated Harmony.
Hollywood: You see, I can't help but to interject here. I mean, clearly a lot has happened since you've been gone and I just think it's laughable how it's still somehow not clicking for you. Let me give you a little history lesson. You see, ever since you left PWX, things haven't been what they've seemed to be. I mean, Zion seems to be having all the fun around here and people seemed to have forgotten that he's not the only one running the show. In fact, a lot of his rise to power was staged by me. When I was "fired" from PWX, that was simply a publicity stunt. You, Jessica, are not the only person this has eluded, you know.
Hollywood laughs as the crowd continue to boo in displeasure.
Chris: I still don't know where Hollywood is going with this.
Ricky: Be patient! It can only be epic! I have a feeling a lot of people are about to be pissed off!
Hollywood: Remember back when you were supposedly "working" with Zion? Or better yet, "working" with the "board of directors?" You know how Zion always got his way and nothing happened to him? You want to know why he was so confident the board wasn't going to do anything to satisfy you Jessica? I hate to disappoint you, but you didn't have any effect on the board. The board didn't give a shit about your problems or helping you solve Zion's tyranny. There wasn't any, oh how do I say this, interest in the matter. Simply put, the board were very well invested already in PWX. In even simpler terms Jessica, I AM the board!
The crowd boo as they clearly let their hatred for Hollywood known.
Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jessica stares a gigantic hole into Hollywood. Hollywood just lights up a big evil and satisfying smile on his face.
Hollywood: Darin Zion owns 50% of PWX control. Who the fuck do you think owns the other 50%?! Yes, that's right, I DO! That makes Zion and I the only owners and controllers of PWX! I pulled on on JPO as well, so don't feel too duped Jessica! You see, The Establishment runs this show and now that your back, I had to make sure you and your partner, Tiami, knew full well who was calling the shots around here. The Establishment runs wild on PWX and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it! Oh and don't think I forgot about you guys, Bad Company!
Hollywood pauses for a moment as this clearly gets Nighthawk and Jason Aries attention.
Hollywood: You call yourselves "honorable"?! You've got to be fucking kidding me! You say because of a referee's incompetence and Shawn Lester's involvement that caused a perfect match between you and Knock Out Kings to be ruined. That it was a dishonorable finish and whatever involvement you "think" you know about The Establishment being involved with it, is premature! You two should be ASHAMED of yourselves! Calling yourselves honorable men when you clearly knew Lester was involved and you didn't just feel a random spasm from a guys leg falling off the ring ropes. How could you sit there and say that?! You knew the referee was incompetent yet you continued with the pin anyway. If I know anything about character it's that that makes you both....COWARDS! Tisk, tisk, tisk.
Hollywood shakes his head as Bad Company are now standing next to the Last Real Women.
Hollywood: When I saw this match going on, I knew I had to interject. The amount of disgust that fills me with lack of awareness and honor and blatant cheating just pisses me off! Therefore, I wanted to make it known that I wouldn't stand for it. In fact, I'm making damn well sure you all know what happens when you fuck with codes of conduct with not only yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, but The Establishment as well! Therefore it gives me great pleasure to announce that this match.....IS OFF!
Chris: WHAT!? Can he do that?!
Ricky: Of course he fucking can you idiot! He's one of the runners of PWX! He can do whatever the fuck he wants to!
Both Bad Company and Last Real Women are spewing in anger in the ring as they pace back and forth. Hollywood stands on the ramp and laughs.
Hollywood: AH HA....welcome back Jessica and Tiami! Now your all caught up to date! Oh by the way, Bad Company, hope you enjoy that nice little momentum boost going into the tournament next week!
Hollywood laughs as he drops the mic and points to both teams in the ring. The crowd drown Hollywood in massive boos as he just salutes the middle finger to the crowd and walks off back to the back.
Chris: I can't believe what just happened! Hollywood actually called off this match! That's fucking disrespectful in itself.
Ricky: Who the fuck cares, Chris! I think Mr. Hollywood made the right decision. He was nice enough to give Harmony a PWX history lesson while she was gone and showed Bad Company what happens when your a liar and dishonorable. Hollywood was exactly right in his decision and I hope both of these teams learn from it!
Bad Company and Last Real Women look at each other and shake their heads before looking back up the ramp in clear anger and frustration as we fade to commercial.
WINNERS: NO CONTEST
BAD COMPANY vs LAST WOMEN
Ricky: Oh this one ought to be good.
Chris: You are simply the negative type aren't you? It's the return of Jessica Harmony and Tiami Tyler!
Ricky: Joy.
Chris: A man of very few words.
Ricky: Jessica is STILL holding a grudge against Darin Zion. I actually think it's funny because you know Harmony hasn't paid any attention to PWX since she left.
Chris: How do you know?
Ricky: Um....because Zion isn't the only one running the show around here. Our ever so brilliant Mr. Brian Hollywood also runs things and quite frankly, I think he's a little bit better than Zion. Mr. Hollywood had EVERYONE fooled and he was off the radar for months!
Chris: Be it as that may, this is certainly going to be a good match regardless. Nighthawk and Jason Aries have been on quite the impressive roll around PWX as a unit lately. Should be interesting once the tournament starts.
Ricky: What tournament? The tournament that has lost steam?
Chris: You really are brutally honest, aren't you?
Both teams start in the middle of the ring just looking back at each other. Bad Company go in for handshakes, but the Last Women don't really care about that as they are ready to get down to business. Company just shake their heads as they figure out who is starting between the two of them. Aries volunteers as Harmony and Tiami nod to each other. Tiami makes her way out of the ring as does Nighthawk. Harmony and Aries come to the center of the ring as they lock up and this match up is finally underway. A little scuffle between the two as they have a back and forth battle for control. Harmony wins it as she starts to pound into the face of Aries with a few right jabs. Aries is able to shake it off as he comes at Harmony again only this time, Harmony drops Aries with a missile dropkick. Harmony immediately follows it up with a cover.
ONE
TW...
KICK OUT.
Chris: It's going to take a lot more than that to put Bad Company away.
Ricky: Harmony hasn't changed.
Chris: Welcome back Jess, but this is Bad Company, they've been on a roll lately.
Ricky: Jesus fuck...you sounded like me...oh wait....
Harmony gets up as does Aries and the two go at it again. This time, Harmony is able to irish whip Aries into the ropes and follows it up with a huricanarona. Harmony drags Aries back towards her corner and tags in her Last Real Women tag partner, Tiami Tyler. Tyler gets into the ring while Jess is still holding onto Aries. Tiami grabs the other side of Aries and they end up planting Aries into the mat with a double DDT. Jessica rolls out of the ring as Tiami makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Tiami strikes Aries with a few elbow drops but it ends up being one elbow drops too many as Aries is able to move out of the way. Aries comes flying off the ropes and back at Tiami as he sends her down with a corkscrew attack. Aries then follows it up with a couple pendulum elbow drops. Aries grabs Tiami and tosses her into the corner turnbuckle. He strikes her a few times before placing her at the top of the turnbuckle. Aries then takes Tiami down with a turnbuckle powerbomb as he moves in for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Chris: Holy shit that was an insane move!
Ricky: I think Aries knows exactly how to high risk anything he's involved in!
Tiami isn't that far away from the turnbuckle as Aries climbs it a bit and delivers a top rope double stomp to the head of Tiami. Tiami looks dazed as Aries is quickly back to his feet. Aries heads for the ropes as he bounces off them and hits a no hands lionsault connecting with Tiami. Aries goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Aries moves to tag in Nighthawk. Nighthawk hops the rope and hits a diving headbutt straight on Tiami. He then follows that up with a few roaring elbows right into Tiami. Tiami starts to roll around but Nighthawk brings her to her feet. He tosses her into the corner turnbuckle and starts to charge, but Tiami is able to move out of the way as Nighthawk goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Tiami then turns around and is able to spear Nighthawk in the midsection. She then grabs Nighthawk and delivers a hard Tornado DDT driving Nighthawk's head straight into the mat. Tiami goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Tiami then unleashes a few kicks to the head of Nighthawk before running back and tagging in Jessica back into the match. Jessica delivers a few elbows into Nighthawk before bringing him to his feet. She throws him into the turnbuckle and looks to grapple him further, but it is Nighthawk who takes advantage of the corner turnbuckle this time. Nighthawk is able to weave out of the corner sending Jessica into it and before she can respond, Nighthawk hits her with a flipping dropkick. As she goes down, Nighthawk runs towards the ropes and comes off them delivering a springboard moonsault on Jessica. Nighthawk hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO
THR...KICKOUT
Chris: Some good offensive moves there by Hawk!
Ricky: I think I've seen more high flying action in this match then I have in an entire month!
Chris: Well that's sure saying something..
Nighthawk looks to go for the surfboard submission, but Jessica is able to fight her way from being locked in it and starts to strike Nighthawk with a few different combos of jabs and punches. Jessica then delivers a thunderous DDT that takes Nighthawk down hard to the mat. She signals for the Rebel Yell but before she can go any further, she is distracted as the crowd start to erupt in boos.
Chris: Hey, what's going on?
The crowd boo loudly as Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, shows up on the entrance ramp with a microphone in his hand.
Hollywood: Now, now, Jessica, hold up there before you go and do something your going to regret!
Chris: What the fuck is Brian Hollywood doing out here?!
Ricky: That's MR. Hollywood to you! Shut up and let the PWX CEO speak!
Hollywood: I can't help but to think that this match is a waste of people's time.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Hollywood: Oh no, hear me out before you people sound like a bunch of fucking hypocrites!
Crowd drown Hollywood in boos as he looks at a very infuriated Harmony.
Hollywood: You see, I can't help but to interject here. I mean, clearly a lot has happened since you've been gone and I just think it's laughable how it's still somehow not clicking for you. Let me give you a little history lesson. You see, ever since you left PWX, things haven't been what they've seemed to be. I mean, Zion seems to be having all the fun around here and people seemed to have forgotten that he's not the only one running the show. In fact, a lot of his rise to power was staged by me. When I was "fired" from PWX, that was simply a publicity stunt. You, Jessica, are not the only person this has eluded, you know.
Hollywood laughs as the crowd continue to boo in displeasure.
Chris: I still don't know where Hollywood is going with this.
Ricky: Be patient! It can only be epic! I have a feeling a lot of people are about to be pissed off!
Hollywood: Remember back when you were supposedly "working" with Zion? Or better yet, "working" with the "board of directors?" You know how Zion always got his way and nothing happened to him? You want to know why he was so confident the board wasn't going to do anything to satisfy you Jessica? I hate to disappoint you, but you didn't have any effect on the board. The board didn't give a shit about your problems or helping you solve Zion's tyranny. There wasn't any, oh how do I say this, interest in the matter. Simply put, the board were very well invested already in PWX. In even simpler terms Jessica, I AM the board!
The crowd boo as they clearly let their hatred for Hollywood known.
Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jessica stares a gigantic hole into Hollywood. Hollywood just lights up a big evil and satisfying smile on his face.
Hollywood: Darin Zion owns 50% of PWX control. Who the fuck do you think owns the other 50%?! Yes, that's right, I DO! That makes Zion and I the only owners and controllers of PWX! I pulled on on JPO as well, so don't feel too duped Jessica! You see, The Establishment runs this show and now that your back, I had to make sure you and your partner, Tiami, knew full well who was calling the shots around here. The Establishment runs wild on PWX and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it! Oh and don't think I forgot about you guys, Bad Company!
Hollywood pauses for a moment as this clearly gets Nighthawk and Jason Aries attention.
Hollywood: You call yourselves "honorable"?! You've got to be fucking kidding me! You say because of a referee's incompetence and Shawn Lester's involvement that caused a perfect match between you and Knock Out Kings to be ruined. That it was a dishonorable finish and whatever involvement you "think" you know about The Establishment being involved with it, is premature! You two should be ASHAMED of yourselves! Calling yourselves honorable men when you clearly knew Lester was involved and you didn't just feel a random spasm from a guys leg falling off the ring ropes. How could you sit there and say that?! You knew the referee was incompetent yet you continued with the pin anyway. If I know anything about character it's that that makes you both....COWARDS! Tisk, tisk, tisk.
Hollywood shakes his head as Bad Company are now standing next to the Last Real Women.
Hollywood: When I saw this match going on, I knew I had to interject. The amount of disgust that fills me with lack of awareness and honor and blatant cheating just pisses me off! Therefore, I wanted to make it known that I wouldn't stand for it. In fact, I'm making damn well sure you all know what happens when you fuck with codes of conduct with not only yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, but The Establishment as well! Therefore it gives me great pleasure to announce that this match.....IS OFF!
Chris: WHAT!? Can he do that?!
Ricky: Of course he fucking can you idiot! He's one of the runners of PWX! He can do whatever the fuck he wants to!
Both Bad Company and Last Real Women are spewing in anger in the ring as they pace back and forth. Hollywood stands on the ramp and laughs.
Hollywood: AH HA....welcome back Jessica and Tiami! Now your all caught up to date! Oh by the way, Bad Company, hope you enjoy that nice little momentum boost going into the tournament next week!
Hollywood laughs as he drops the mic and points to both teams in the ring. The crowd drown Hollywood in massive boos as he just salutes the middle finger to the crowd and walks off back to the back.
Chris: I can't believe what just happened! Hollywood actually called off this match! That's fucking disrespectful in itself.
Ricky: Who the fuck cares, Chris! I think Mr. Hollywood made the right decision. He was nice enough to give Harmony a PWX history lesson while she was gone and showed Bad Company what happens when your a liar and dishonorable. Hollywood was exactly right in his decision and I hope both of these teams learn from it!
Bad Company and Last Real Women look at each other and shake their heads before looking back up the ramp in clear anger and frustration as we fade to commercial.
WINNERS: NO CONTEST
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[We open up the scene to Darin Zion sitting at his desk, looking angrily at the door. Jerry Clark walks into the room, wearing his suit and tie. Darin crosses his arms, grunting, holding a feather duster in his hands. Jerry Clark looks reluctantly at Darin Zion, shooting a look of hatred at him. Darin Zion then glares once again at Clark, who then immediately reaches down at the bin off screen. Jerry then puts on a rainbow afro on his head and puts on a clown nose on his face. Darin Zion smiles for a moment while Jerry Clark starts to dust his office. As Darin smiles, Shawn Lester walks into the office. Shawn comes in wearing a green polo shirt with the old PWX logo on it. Jerry shoots Lester a look of disgust as Lester looks at him rather angrily. Zion smiles as he observes everything.]
Shawn Lester: Listen, Darin, I hate to intrude on your show but…
Darin Zion: But nothing, you realize how much legal trouble I’m in over this Lester? I know you want your job back, but honestly…
Jerry Clark: So that’s the loser! That’s the bastard that held my job before I did. Funny, I thought he had more balls than sucking up to our boss. I’ve never seen so much brown nosing in my life.
[Darin Zion shoots Jerry Clark a dirty look and Jerry immediately shuts up before continuing his cleaning. Darin Zion adjusts his sleeves and continues to look upon Shawn Lester’s desperate face. You can tell Shawn would get down on his knees and beg for his job back, but Darin Zion still looks disgusted at Shawn Lester, who now continues to keep his focus on Jerry Clark.]
Darin Zion: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…Shawn you know I cannot give you your job back, you have to win a…
[Shawn starts to immediately walk up towards Jerry Clark and pushes him down on the floor. Jerry immediately holds his fist up and glares at Jerry. Jerry starts cocking his fist back but Shawn walks back towards Darin and stands closely by him to indicate his protection.]
Shawn Lester: Funny how such a prize-winning reporter is someone’s bitch. I find it funny that you got demoted as a backstage announcer. How typical! Someone who wants to be a part of a war who cannot fight a war. See I’ve got at least SOME training. Darin’s actually given me some pointers.
Jerry Clark: Really? I saw your piss poor loss to the Masked Bob Dole…speaking of which? Where the hell is that guy, I’d like to thank him for making Shawn Lester look like more of a bitch than I am to Zion right now.
[Shawn immediately starts charging towards Jerry Clark with his fists swinging. Darin grabs Shawn and puts him back in the corner and slams him down in a chair. The crowd laughs as Darin immediately cocks back and starts to go towards Clark and starts to boo. Darin glares at both men and scowls at them. However, he turns to his 48” Samsung in his office and sees a feed where the crowd is going nuts for the interaction between both announcers. Darin smiles at both men rather evilly.]
Darin Zion: Alright, you know what? I’ve actually made my decision on this and it’s final. It’s obviously what these idiots in the PWX crowd want: stupid matches. I mean I created the Jobber Royale and it went off without a hitch. And let’s face it, I know stupidity. Just ask me when I lead the backstage production crew letting Daniel Pollaski act as a backstage agent. But you know what, since you two don’t know the meaning of respect, I’m going to embarrass the hell out of you two idiots. Shawn Lester and Jerry Clark, congratulations, you two will fight in an Office Space Massacre Match at Hostile Takeover IV.
Ricky: WHAT THE FUCK IS ZION DOING?!
Chris: I don’t know, but honestly, I’ve always wanted to watch Shawn Lester get his ass kicked in some sort of a match. And I think this will be quite entertaining.
[The crowd roars a bit as Zion looks at both men who look completely at Zion rather befuzzled.]
Darin Zion: You two will wrestle in tuxedos with a bunch of PWX office stuff lined up. Merchandise, hot dogs, sheets of paper, etc. Lester, if you lose this match, I hate to play the business man, but the charges from my legal bills will come raining down on your head so hard, you’ll wish you’d have NEVER gotten involved in one of my matches again. But Lester, if you happen to win…
[Darin Zion glares right at Jerry Clark and smiles rather psychotically at him. Jerry looks at him rather shocked.]
Darin Zion: Then Jerry Clark, your services as our backstage announcer will no longer be required. Shawn Lester gets his job back, and since I cannot afford to fire you after the match, let’s just say you become my personal coffee boy for the rest of your PWX career. Maybe THAT will teach you two bastards to disrespect me on MY show. Now get the fuck out of my office.
[Shawn and Jerry glare at one another as they leave Darin’s office. Darin smiles rather psychotically.]
Ricky: How in the blue hell did we end up getting THIS match at Hostile Takeover IV.
Chris: One can only hope it’s our pre-show match. One can only hope.
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PWX HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JOHN PARIAH(c) vs ANTON CHASE
Chase is mouthing at the champ while pariah is lining up his shot Kevin Nash style, Chase bails across the ring going for a forearm, the champ moves and Anton lands on the middle rope springing up and back with a cross body that gets met with a John Pariah nimbly stepping back out of the way Chase manges to land on his feet and roll though, Pariah comes at him from behind with a forearm knocking Anton head first into the top turnbuckle, Pariah follows him in with a running yakuza kick to the back of the head and then a devastating sleeper suplex out of the corner
Ricky: Pariah knows Anton can beat him at this level and really is not taking any chances tonight!
Chris: Anton Chase right back up and spearing Pariah back into the corner
Anton peppers Pariah's ribs with body shots and then a jumping round house kick to the face knocking him down to the mat in the corner, Anton goes outside and sling shots right back in with a dropkick to the face over the top top. He pulls pariah out of the corner and lays him in front of of the ropes before going back over the top and slings hotting back in with an Eddie inspired tope senton rolling up the champs back and then dropping down into a chin lock on the mat cranking back on Pariah's neck. Pariah rotates his shoulders and creates separation finding a vertical base holding Chase on the floor with a Greco roman knuckle lock, Chase dips up and runs up the ropes sending Pariah flying with a hurricana, Pariah recovers quickly and runs attempting a kick, Anton comes up from his knees catching him in the power bomb position
Ricky: Anton called the chaos theory, He tries to drop pariah down
Chris: but the champ counters with a hurricanrana of his own!
Chase slides all the way out of the ring and up the entrance way on his feet, Pariah runs the ropes going for a tope through the middle rope, Chase counters sliding underneath and Pariah goes crashing to the floor, Chase gets the crowd going
Chris: He sets up for a perfect fosbury flop!
Ricky: OW CHRIST WHAT A FOREARM FROM PARIAH!
Chris: Both men take a big hit but I think Chase may of felt that one that little bit more
After more than a few seconds on the floor Pariah breaks the count and gets chase up on the apron trying to suplex him back in, this fails and he hits him again before going over the top rope attempting a hurricanrana on the apron, Chase however catches him again in the power bomb position
Ricky: Where in the hell is chase getting that from!
Chris: He is determined to hit that chaos theory, he wants it on the apron
Pariah manages to counter quick getting back into the ring and goes back to trying to to suplex Anton into the ring, Anton spins attempting to hot shot Pariah who catches him
Ricky: HOLY SHIT PLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE RING!
Chris: Earlier tonight we heard a viking like war cry from Stryker before going back into battle against Griff Abbot and now Pariah is borrowing from Strykers move set
Ricky: These 2 are looking to prove dominant before the tag tournament actually showing unity in singles matches, PIN!
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Chris: KICK OUT!
Both men are flat out on the mat, both have given and taken nothing but heavy hits from the start
Ricky: A lot of people call Anton Chase a pretty wrestler but look at how much he has taken out of the champ
Chris: Very true Pariah is used to giving punishment but Anton is matching him in impact tonight!
Both men meet on their knees and Pariah goes for a war cry but Anton leaps to his feet and beats him to it screaming at the top of his lungs and just booting Pariah in the chest then hitting the ropes and soccer kicking the champ in the face on the rebound, Anton quickly makes for the top rope
Chris: He's going for the shooting star press!
Ricky: HE GOT IT!
Chris: What are you doing Anton pin him!
Ricky: You said it twice already he wants that chaos effect
Anton dead lifts pariah off his stomach and hooks it in
Ricky: Can he get him?
Chris: NO PARIAH ROLLS THROUGH, PACKAGING HIM UP, PIN!
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Ricky: PARIAH RETAINS!
Chris: What a match, hybrid champions are not easy to knock off
Ricky: These guys are gunna need one more, look at them, I don't think Pariah proved a damn thing to Anton Chase here tonight
Chris: Then Anton Chase is an idiot and so are you
Ricky: WHAT!?
Chris: nothing
WINNER: JOHN PARIAH
JOHN PARIAH(c) vs ANTON CHASE
Chase is mouthing at the champ while pariah is lining up his shot Kevin Nash style, Chase bails across the ring going for a forearm, the champ moves and Anton lands on the middle rope springing up and back with a cross body that gets met with a John Pariah nimbly stepping back out of the way Chase manges to land on his feet and roll though, Pariah comes at him from behind with a forearm knocking Anton head first into the top turnbuckle, Pariah follows him in with a running yakuza kick to the back of the head and then a devastating sleeper suplex out of the corner
Ricky: Pariah knows Anton can beat him at this level and really is not taking any chances tonight!
Chris: Anton Chase right back up and spearing Pariah back into the corner
Anton peppers Pariah's ribs with body shots and then a jumping round house kick to the face knocking him down to the mat in the corner, Anton goes outside and sling shots right back in with a dropkick to the face over the top top. He pulls pariah out of the corner and lays him in front of of the ropes before going back over the top and slings hotting back in with an Eddie inspired tope senton rolling up the champs back and then dropping down into a chin lock on the mat cranking back on Pariah's neck. Pariah rotates his shoulders and creates separation finding a vertical base holding Chase on the floor with a Greco roman knuckle lock, Chase dips up and runs up the ropes sending Pariah flying with a hurricana, Pariah recovers quickly and runs attempting a kick, Anton comes up from his knees catching him in the power bomb position
Ricky: Anton called the chaos theory, He tries to drop pariah down
Chris: but the champ counters with a hurricanrana of his own!
Chase slides all the way out of the ring and up the entrance way on his feet, Pariah runs the ropes going for a tope through the middle rope, Chase counters sliding underneath and Pariah goes crashing to the floor, Chase gets the crowd going
Chris: He sets up for a perfect fosbury flop!
Ricky: OW CHRIST WHAT A FOREARM FROM PARIAH!
Chris: Both men take a big hit but I think Chase may of felt that one that little bit more
After more than a few seconds on the floor Pariah breaks the count and gets chase up on the apron trying to suplex him back in, this fails and he hits him again before going over the top rope attempting a hurricanrana on the apron, Chase however catches him again in the power bomb position
Ricky: Where in the hell is chase getting that from!
Chris: He is determined to hit that chaos theory, he wants it on the apron
Pariah manages to counter quick getting back into the ring and goes back to trying to to suplex Anton into the ring, Anton spins attempting to hot shot Pariah who catches him
Ricky: HOLY SHIT PLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE RING!
Chris: Earlier tonight we heard a viking like war cry from Stryker before going back into battle against Griff Abbot and now Pariah is borrowing from Strykers move set
Ricky: These 2 are looking to prove dominant before the tag tournament actually showing unity in singles matches, PIN!
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Chris: KICK OUT!
Both men are flat out on the mat, both have given and taken nothing but heavy hits from the start
Ricky: A lot of people call Anton Chase a pretty wrestler but look at how much he has taken out of the champ
Chris: Very true Pariah is used to giving punishment but Anton is matching him in impact tonight!
Both men meet on their knees and Pariah goes for a war cry but Anton leaps to his feet and beats him to it screaming at the top of his lungs and just booting Pariah in the chest then hitting the ropes and soccer kicking the champ in the face on the rebound, Anton quickly makes for the top rope
Chris: He's going for the shooting star press!
Ricky: HE GOT IT!
Chris: What are you doing Anton pin him!
Ricky: You said it twice already he wants that chaos effect
Anton dead lifts pariah off his stomach and hooks it in
Ricky: Can he get him?
Chris: NO PARIAH ROLLS THROUGH, PACKAGING HIM UP, PIN!
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Ricky: PARIAH RETAINS!
Chris: What a match, hybrid champions are not easy to knock off
Ricky: These guys are gunna need one more, look at them, I don't think Pariah proved a damn thing to Anton Chase here tonight
Chris: Then Anton Chase is an idiot and so are you
Ricky: WHAT!?
Chris: nothing
WINNER: JOHN PARIAH
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The camera comes on in the dressing room of John Ojeda and Nikki Blade. The cameras show the two of them gearing up for the match, taping their wrists and tying up their boots.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You ready to do this?
Nikki Blade: You know I am. You worried about me handling myself out there?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: A little, I guess.
Nikki Blade: I gotta get the paying the dues thing out of the way sooner or later, babe.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You just, protect yourself out there. I know you’re out there for big things. Just don’t go too crazy.
Nikki Blade: I figured the crazier I went, the better chance we had of winning.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You may have a point there. Either way, I can handle most of this.
Nikki Blade: No, stop trying to push me to the background. We’re a team. We’re whipping their asses together.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Alright then. You know Brian is going to make life miserable for the both of us, right. But he’ll be very miserable soon enough. Which, if the lawyer calls, let me know.
Nikki Blade: What are you up too?
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Just broadening my horizons, honey. You know, securing our financial future.
Nikki Blade: Something tells me you’re up to no good.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: When is that anything different than usual?
Nikki Blade: No, that’s just why I figured it out so easily, Johnny.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: You know what else is going to be easy to figure out? How to put these limey bum sniffing lobster backs through tables.
Wrath pulls on his gloves and looks at Nikki, who pulls her hair back and then nods to him. Both of them walk out of the dressing room and the camera fades back to the announcers.
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MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM TABLES MATCH
DAVID WILSON/NIKKI WALTON vs JOHN OJEDA/NIKKI BLADE
Chris: This one is going to get nasty!
Ricky: You can say that again! Although, I'm quite excited to seem some more violence around these parts!
The match kicks off with the two ladies in the ring circling each other. Walton shoots in and takes Blade down with a single leg takedown. Walton shoots into the rope and leap frogs over Blade’s prone body. Blade hops up and leapfrogs over Walton on the rebound. Blade goes for an arm drag, but Walton cartwheels through it. Walton goes for a big forearm, but Blade blocks it with both arms. Blade comes back with a roundhouse that Walton ducks. Walton catches Blade with a kick to the gut and stuffs her for a powerbomb. Walton lifts her up, but Blade spins out into a victory roll. Blade quickly gets up from that, only to be caught with a big clothesline from Walton.
Chris: The ladies are starting us off in the ring tonight.
Ricky: A little bit of technicality out of the women so far. Not what you expect in a tables match, but they’re all wrestlers Chris.
Chris: Walton just leveled Blade! That’s how you get it started in a PWX ring!
Ricky: The Shooter’s Gallery looks like they’re coming out for blood this week.
Walton picks up Blade and whips her into her teams corner and follows her in with a big knee to the stomach. Walton tags out to Wilson, who comes in and starts laying the boots to Blade. Wilson picks up Blade onto his shoulder and swings her out for a shoulder breaker. When she hits the shoulder breaker, Walton comes off the top rope with a springboard dropkick to Blade’s stomach. Blade goes down in the center of the ring and Wilson slides out of the ring and grabs one of the tables, sliding it into the ring. Wilson is cut off when Wrath catches him sliding into the ring and starts to stomp on him. Wilson gets up and shoves Wrath back, just in time for Wrath to be caught from behind with dropkick to the back of the head from Walton. Wilson grabs the table and sets it up in the corner.
Chris: They’re getting the double team action in on Nikki Blade!
Ricky: That was a nasty shoulder breaker dropkick combo. Her ribs must be hurting!
Chris: Here we go Ricky! They’re getting the tables out now!
Ricky: This is where things are going to get interesting Chris!
Wilson picks up Wrath and whips him into the ropes, nailing him with a back elbow. Walton takes the time to pull the table out of the corner and set it up properly. Wilson picks up Wrath and shoves him back into the corner. He lays into Wrath with bunches of chops, but eventually, Wrath reverses out of it and starts to lay in with chops and forearms. Wrath pushes Wilson out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Wrath follows a couple of steps behind and meets Wilson with a Cactus Clothesline that sends them both toppling to the outside. Walton grabs Blade and whips her towards the table. Blade rolls onto the table, but struggles against Walton. Blade nails Walton with a few stiff forearms and then slides off the table. Walton backs up, and Blade nails her with a drop toe hold that bounces her head first into the table. Blade rolls Walton onto the table and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Blade dives out and nails Walton with a shooting star double knee drop that drives Walton through the table!
Alexis Lace: Nikki Walton has been eliminated from the match!
Chris: This is getting intense. Wilson and Wrath are going at each other like pit bulls.
Ricky: That they are, and they’re on the outside! They’re out here with us!
Chris: It looks like Walton is looking to end Blade! No wait! Ohh! Her face hurts after that one! Blade with a surprise drop toe hold!
Ricky: It’s over for Walton! Blade put her through the table.
Wrath gets up from the ground and picks Wilson up. Wrath whips Wilson into the guard railing. Wrath charges at Wilson, but Wilson bends down and back body drops Wrath into the first five rows of chairs, sending fans scattering. Wilson looks at his handiwork and then grabs another table and sets it up on the outside. Wrath gets up and climbs out of the crowd dragging a couple of chairs with him. He whips one at Wilson, which catches him in the head and sends him staggering back into the ring post. Wrath charges at him with the other chair and swings, but misses. Wilson takes the chair away from Wrath and wraps it around his head three times, leaving Wrath laying on the concrete, bleeding. Blade tries to grab Wilson from behind by the hair, but Wilson turns and nails her with a European uppercut that leaves her dangling between the ropes. Wilson hops up on the ring apron and pulls her to her feet on the apron. Wilson picks up Blade and jumps off the ring apron, driving Blade through the table with Wilson’s End!
Alexis Lace: Nikki Blade has been eliminated!
Ricky: Wilson has Wrath in the front row! The big man has sent our fans running like it’s Pamplona!
Chris: But Wrath knows how to throw chairs! But Wilson takes advantage of the mistake!
Ricky: He’s got her! It could be over for Nikki Blade!
Chris: WILSON’S END! SHE’S DONE! AND THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!
Wilson pulls himself from the wreckage of the table about the time Wrath starts to get up. Wilson goes to pick up Wrath, but Wrath nails him with several elbows to the gut. Wrath starts to get up, and Wilson belts him with a stiff right hand. Wrath turns his head and the crowd sucks in a gasp of anticipation. Wrath laughs and points at his jaw again and Wilson unloads another, harder punch. Wrath turns his head, jaws for half a second, and unloads with the Stiffest Right in the Business! Wilson drops and lays out across the concrete; looking completely dazed and half dead. Wrath grabs a table and slides it into the ring. He slides into the ring and opens it up, setting it up in the corner. Wrath climbs out of the ring and drags Wilson back into the ring, just in time to notice Troy Stone coming down the ramp with a barbed wire bat in hand.
Chris: Wrath is fighting his way back into this! He’s gotten away. Ohhh, that was a mistake on Wilson’s part!
Ricky: We’ve seen this before! Someone punches Wrath, and it just makes him angry!
Chris: And it made David Wilson’s jaw hurt badly! He’s out Ricky! Someone call his momma!
Ricky: Yes! Here comes the champ! Things are going to get interesting really quickly now!
Wrath starts to jaw at Stone, who starts to climb up the stairs and into the ring. Wrath gets ready to go after him, when Wilson grabs him from behind. Stone laughs and smacks the bat on the mat a couple of times theatrically, and then winds back. Wrath ducks out of Wilson’s grip and Stone level’s Wilson with the barbed wire bat to the head. Wrath breaks loose and nails Stone in the balls and dumps him out of the ring with a powerbomb through the announce table! Wilson gets up, and stumbles into Wrath, who kicks him in the gut and picks him up for a powerbomb. Wrath hooks him and sends Wilson through the table in the corner with his A Warlord’s Wrath. Wilson crashes headfirst through the table and the bell rings.
WINNERS: JOHN OJEDA/NIKKI BLADE
TAG TEAM TABLES MATCH
DAVID WILSON/NIKKI WALTON vs JOHN OJEDA/NIKKI BLADE
Chris: This one is going to get nasty!
Ricky: You can say that again! Although, I'm quite excited to seem some more violence around these parts!
The match kicks off with the two ladies in the ring circling each other. Walton shoots in and takes Blade down with a single leg takedown. Walton shoots into the rope and leap frogs over Blade’s prone body. Blade hops up and leapfrogs over Walton on the rebound. Blade goes for an arm drag, but Walton cartwheels through it. Walton goes for a big forearm, but Blade blocks it with both arms. Blade comes back with a roundhouse that Walton ducks. Walton catches Blade with a kick to the gut and stuffs her for a powerbomb. Walton lifts her up, but Blade spins out into a victory roll. Blade quickly gets up from that, only to be caught with a big clothesline from Walton.
Chris: The ladies are starting us off in the ring tonight.
Ricky: A little bit of technicality out of the women so far. Not what you expect in a tables match, but they’re all wrestlers Chris.
Chris: Walton just leveled Blade! That’s how you get it started in a PWX ring!
Ricky: The Shooter’s Gallery looks like they’re coming out for blood this week.
Walton picks up Blade and whips her into her teams corner and follows her in with a big knee to the stomach. Walton tags out to Wilson, who comes in and starts laying the boots to Blade. Wilson picks up Blade onto his shoulder and swings her out for a shoulder breaker. When she hits the shoulder breaker, Walton comes off the top rope with a springboard dropkick to Blade’s stomach. Blade goes down in the center of the ring and Wilson slides out of the ring and grabs one of the tables, sliding it into the ring. Wilson is cut off when Wrath catches him sliding into the ring and starts to stomp on him. Wilson gets up and shoves Wrath back, just in time for Wrath to be caught from behind with dropkick to the back of the head from Walton. Wilson grabs the table and sets it up in the corner.
Chris: They’re getting the double team action in on Nikki Blade!
Ricky: That was a nasty shoulder breaker dropkick combo. Her ribs must be hurting!
Chris: Here we go Ricky! They’re getting the tables out now!
Ricky: This is where things are going to get interesting Chris!
Wilson picks up Wrath and whips him into the ropes, nailing him with a back elbow. Walton takes the time to pull the table out of the corner and set it up properly. Wilson picks up Wrath and shoves him back into the corner. He lays into Wrath with bunches of chops, but eventually, Wrath reverses out of it and starts to lay in with chops and forearms. Wrath pushes Wilson out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Wrath follows a couple of steps behind and meets Wilson with a Cactus Clothesline that sends them both toppling to the outside. Walton grabs Blade and whips her towards the table. Blade rolls onto the table, but struggles against Walton. Blade nails Walton with a few stiff forearms and then slides off the table. Walton backs up, and Blade nails her with a drop toe hold that bounces her head first into the table. Blade rolls Walton onto the table and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Blade dives out and nails Walton with a shooting star double knee drop that drives Walton through the table!
Alexis Lace: Nikki Walton has been eliminated from the match!
Chris: This is getting intense. Wilson and Wrath are going at each other like pit bulls.
Ricky: That they are, and they’re on the outside! They’re out here with us!
Chris: It looks like Walton is looking to end Blade! No wait! Ohh! Her face hurts after that one! Blade with a surprise drop toe hold!
Ricky: It’s over for Walton! Blade put her through the table.
Wrath gets up from the ground and picks Wilson up. Wrath whips Wilson into the guard railing. Wrath charges at Wilson, but Wilson bends down and back body drops Wrath into the first five rows of chairs, sending fans scattering. Wilson looks at his handiwork and then grabs another table and sets it up on the outside. Wrath gets up and climbs out of the crowd dragging a couple of chairs with him. He whips one at Wilson, which catches him in the head and sends him staggering back into the ring post. Wrath charges at him with the other chair and swings, but misses. Wilson takes the chair away from Wrath and wraps it around his head three times, leaving Wrath laying on the concrete, bleeding. Blade tries to grab Wilson from behind by the hair, but Wilson turns and nails her with a European uppercut that leaves her dangling between the ropes. Wilson hops up on the ring apron and pulls her to her feet on the apron. Wilson picks up Blade and jumps off the ring apron, driving Blade through the table with Wilson’s End!
Alexis Lace: Nikki Blade has been eliminated!
Ricky: Wilson has Wrath in the front row! The big man has sent our fans running like it’s Pamplona!
Chris: But Wrath knows how to throw chairs! But Wilson takes advantage of the mistake!
Ricky: He’s got her! It could be over for Nikki Blade!
Chris: WILSON’S END! SHE’S DONE! AND THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!
Wilson pulls himself from the wreckage of the table about the time Wrath starts to get up. Wilson goes to pick up Wrath, but Wrath nails him with several elbows to the gut. Wrath starts to get up, and Wilson belts him with a stiff right hand. Wrath turns his head and the crowd sucks in a gasp of anticipation. Wrath laughs and points at his jaw again and Wilson unloads another, harder punch. Wrath turns his head, jaws for half a second, and unloads with the Stiffest Right in the Business! Wilson drops and lays out across the concrete; looking completely dazed and half dead. Wrath grabs a table and slides it into the ring. He slides into the ring and opens it up, setting it up in the corner. Wrath climbs out of the ring and drags Wilson back into the ring, just in time to notice Troy Stone coming down the ramp with a barbed wire bat in hand.
Chris: Wrath is fighting his way back into this! He’s gotten away. Ohhh, that was a mistake on Wilson’s part!
Ricky: We’ve seen this before! Someone punches Wrath, and it just makes him angry!
Chris: And it made David Wilson’s jaw hurt badly! He’s out Ricky! Someone call his momma!
Ricky: Yes! Here comes the champ! Things are going to get interesting really quickly now!
Wrath starts to jaw at Stone, who starts to climb up the stairs and into the ring. Wrath gets ready to go after him, when Wilson grabs him from behind. Stone laughs and smacks the bat on the mat a couple of times theatrically, and then winds back. Wrath ducks out of Wilson’s grip and Stone level’s Wilson with the barbed wire bat to the head. Wrath breaks loose and nails Stone in the balls and dumps him out of the ring with a powerbomb through the announce table! Wilson gets up, and stumbles into Wrath, who kicks him in the gut and picks him up for a powerbomb. Wrath hooks him and sends Wilson through the table in the corner with his A Warlord’s Wrath. Wilson crashes headfirst through the table and the bell rings.
WINNERS: JOHN OJEDA/NIKKI BLADE
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Chris: Wow what a match that was! Ojeda and Blade win in a very brutal tables match!
Ricky: Meh. They got lucky! Mr. Hollywood made this an elimination tables match and Wrath was just lucky that he was mentally prepared for it.
Chris: I think Ojeda is always mentally prepared for violence.
Ricky: Maybe. But you can definitely tell Ojeda wasn't pleased with the result of finding that out.
Chris: At any rate, folks, it's definitely been an interesting night here in Augusta! A lot of PWX action in the books and were signing out! Until next week, ladies and gentlemen! Have a good night!
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