ADR 71: Arctic Aggression

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PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 71: ARCTIC AGGRESSION

CRESTWOOD ARENA

EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 12th, 2014

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The PWX theme plays in the Crestwood Arena as pyro shoots down from the rafters. Edmonton goes crazy as everyone is on their feet excited for the start of the show.

Chris: Welcome everyone to PWX Adrenaline! Were LIVE here in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and wow what a crowd! I'm joined by my ever so non stop shit talking partner in crime, Ricky Cravate!

Ricky: Fucking Canadians...

Chris: This is why I wouldn't ask anyone else for a commentating partner!

Ricky: Yadda, yadda...let's just skip the normal boring shit talking and go into our first match...

Chris: Sounds like you didn't get your usual preshow lay this week...god knows what were in for tonight.

Ricky: Your fucking mom...at least she's better than any of these stupid fucking canadians!

Chris: And with that folks, let's take it into our first match!

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WELCOME TO PWX MATCH
LEO BANKS vs RAVENNA

Chris: Bell rings and we are off and running here in the ring for Adrenaline, kicking off with one of our famous welcome to PWX matches here Ricky

Ricky: We don't bring you in soft in PWX, you get stuck in the ring and told to impress and while it sounds harsh when was the last time you didn't get your mind blown by these openers

As the commentators ramble to themselves the opponents circle, Ravenna swings a test kick to check Leo's reflexes and catching him by surprise, he evades it but the lightening quick Ravenna goes to sweep out the legs, Leo leaps up to avoid but soon realises this is what she wanted him to do as Ravenna catches him with an uppercut on his way down, Leo puts his hands up and manages to block the hit shoving Ravenna back into the ropes and attempting a boot on the rebound, this time Ravenna catches his foot and tosses him back, he lands on his feet with a back flip and poses in the ring with his arms straight up in celebration, Ravenna tries to take advantage with a kick in the gut but he grabs her ankle and dragon Whips her out of the ring

Crowd: WRRRREEEESSSSTLING!

Chris: Each and every week we see this now, new guys and girls coming in and even though they have never met before

Ricky: They are all so good they match each other move for move

Ravenna circles the ring looking for an opening, the ref starts his count

Chris: Look at banks, just stalking along with Ravenna making it clear if she wants in the ring she will have to hurt for it

Ricky: Ha ha everytime she tries for the apron or to slide in he is right there ready to make her pay the toll like a troll under a bridge

The ref finally has enough and backs Leo off to let Ravenna back in the ring, as she comes through the ropes he rushes her again but this time Ravenna is ready for him pulling down the top rope, sending him to the outside and then slingshotting back out with a twisting body press taking out her opponent on the outside

Ricky: That may be the only substantial offence we have seen so far

Chris: The rest of it has just been very very pretty

Ravenna goes right up to the top rope to celebrate and looks to come off with something bigger to her floored opponent, Banks however sees the imminent danger and rolls back in the ring to Ire of the crowd and his opponent. Ravenna jumps off the top rope to her feet and the 2 go back to circling again. They lock up and Leo switches into a go behind

Chris: Waist lock, runs her chest first into the middle of ropes, O'Connor roll for the pin!

1...

Ricky: LEO HAS THE TIGHTS

1...

Ravenna screams and kicks him off running him into the ropes again

Ricky: She kips up right into a bicycle kick!

She follows up with a knife edge chop and forearm shot to the head ending in a discuss forearm knocking her opponent back into the corner, Leo bounces back out and she superkicks him back in, he comes back out again and she catches him

Chris: FISHERMAN SUPLEX! BRIDGE PIN!

1...

Ricky: She rolled through! What's she got planned here

Chris: DID YOU SEE THE POWER SHE JUST HAULED UP A 210 POUND MAN!

Ricky: AND SHE CLOUDS HIS MIND! PIN!

1...
2...
3...

Chris: Welcome to PWX guys

Ricky: Holy crap what a way to say hello!

Chris: Congratulations go to Ravenna what a debut!

Ricky: For both competitors



WINNER: RAVENNA

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Rhonin: What the hell do you want?

Rhonin storms in to Brian Hollywood's office, growling in anger, as Hollywood stands up from behind his desk, smirking.

Hollywood: Relax, Rhonin. That's no way to talk to a man who could potentially be your boss again.

Rhonin: What?

Obviously confused and taken aback, Rhonin is unsure how to react. Brian Hollywood continues, cool and confident.

Hollywood: That's right. Even after you so blatantly disrespected me and the rest of the PWX last week, I have decided to be-... no, no, I am the bigger man!

Rhonin groans, as does the PWX audience.

Hollywood: That's why I have decided to give you another shot, Rhonin. Contrary to popular belief, I think you have potential here. There is only one thing you lack.

Rhonin: Really? What is that?

Hollywood: Direction.

Growing more and more annoyed by Hollywood's smug composure with each passing second, Rhonin scoffs loudly.

Rhonin: Cut the bullshit, Brian. Just what the hell are you getting at?

Hollywood: I'm only suggesting that you learn to play your role here in the PWX. Everybody around here knows where the power is. Your buddy, Alexander Atwater, knows not to fuck with The Establishment. Even Jordan Caliban has learned his lesson, and seems content with keeping his head low and minding his own business, unlike that street rat he used to call a partner, TJ Codair. The point is-...

Rhonin: I don't give a fuck!

Brian Hollywood, shocked and outraged, suddenly finds himself feeling more angry towards Rhonin than his previous snarky demeanor.

Rhonin: I don't care about story time, Hollywood. TJ Codair doesn't concern me, nor do Jordan Caliban, or Alexander Atwater. To be completely honest, I never had a problem with you, but if you are so damned intent on making another enemy, I am right here, Brian! So, for the last time, cut the bullshit. You said you would give me back my job. I'm all ears.

Hollywood: Listen here, you little shit! I own you! The PWX is my world, and The Establishment is your fucking king! I shouldn't give you shit, you snot-nosed little punk! However, as I said before- I am a bigger man than you, Rhonin. I am a bigger man than every single human being on this roster! That's why I am giving you this chance to earn back your PWX contract. All you have to do, is win your match next week. It's that simple. You win the match, and you are back on my show.

This time, Rhonin smirks.

Rhonin: I will beat anybody you throw in front of me.

Hollywood: I'm glad to hear to hear you say that, Rhonin, because I have chosen a special opponent for you. You can have your job back next week...if you can beat your little girlfriend, Ravenna.

Hollywood smiles wide, taking great enjoyment in the bitter scowl spreading across Rhonin's face. Rhonin clenches his hands into fists, trying with all of his might to hold back his anger, before turning around aggressively and storming out of Mr. Executive's office.

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SINGLES MATCH
JASON ARIES vs SCHMEID

[Nighthawk and Darin Zion accompany both their men down towards ringside as this match begins. The referee immediately asks for the Code of Honor to get implemented. Schmied stands there lifeless as the referee immediately rings the bell. Aries immediately rushes towards Schmied and execute a drop kick. Schmied walks back a couple of steps from the shot. Aries looks perplexed as Schmied just stands there lifeless. Aries immediately walks up towards Schmied and starts to hit him a few times, but Schmied still no sells Aries. Aries immediately charges towards Schmied and hits a flying cross body on him. Schmied moves a couple of feet, but still does nothing. Aries gets mad. He immediately tries to pick Schmied up, but Schmied pushes him away. He taunts Aries as Aries's immediately gets angry.]

Ricky: Aries is unleashing a furied frenzy against Schmied, but like usual, Schmied's a brick wall, no selling everything. But I have to give the little guy credit. He's at least trying to take on this monster.

Chris: Yeah, valiant effort that's not going anywhere for our former Evolution Champion. He's in this match simply because Zion placed him in here as punishment.

[Nighthawk immediately looks over at Darin who is up on the ropes, yelling at Schmied to do something. The crowd immediately boos immensely as Schmied continues to not fight Aries. Aries immediately locks Schmied into a sleeper hold. Schmied stands there while Aries tries to wrap his arms around Schmied's thick neck. As he does, Schmied elbows in in the rib cage and he falls down. Aries immediately goes back up and gets mad. He rushes towards the ropes and immediately hits a moonsault, which takes Schmied down. Aries then gets to his feet, jumps in the air, and lands an elbow into Schmied's larynx. Aries leaps towards the top rope and hits a corkscrew body press upon Schmied. He covers him.]

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

[Schmied immediately launches Aries into the sky and Aries lands back on his feet. Schmied immediately gets up and hammers Aries with the Clothesline from Hell and breaks Aries in half. Schmied starts to pound his boots into Aries' chest. Aries crawls towards the corner and latches onto the ropes. The referee begins the count as Nighthawk rushes over towards the area.]

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

FIIII?!

[Immediately Darin Zion starts to yell at the referee that he gets to make the rules for the match. This is a No Holds Barred Match. Nighthawk immediately walks over towards Darin and immediately starts to hammer him with a series of right fists. As Hawk starts to keep Darin Zion at bay against Aries, Schmied immediately back in the ring has grabbed Aries and immediately launched Aries' body straight into all four men. Schmied stands there and smiles as Aries and Hawk lay down in a pile of bodies. The referee immediately reaches a six count before Schmied immediately grabs Aries.]

Chris: Big surprise! Schmied definitely cannot let anyone else shine. His beastly presence destroys another.

Ricky: Don't be so sure yet, I still see Aries' leg twitching a bit. Maybe it's from a seizure, maybe he's dead.

Chris: How cold of you!

[As Schmied hoists Aries back into the ring, Aries immediately eye rakes Schmied. Schmied grabs Aries and launches him over the top turnbuckle. Schmied then gets back into the ring. As he does Aries immediately tries to hit a DDT on Schmied. However Schmied tries to reverse it. However, Aries gets the better of Schmied and immediately plants a firm DDT on him. Aries then springs towards the top rope again. He tries to hit a corkscrew splash, but this time, Schmied sticks his legs into the air and catches him. Schmied grabs Aries and hits a belly to belly suplex on him. Finally, Schmied signals for the Blitzkrieg Hammer. He plants Aries stiffly down on the mat face first.]

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!



WINNER: SCHMEID

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[Schmied sticks his hands up in celebration for a few moments. Nighthawk immediately comes in and tries to throw a few punches at Schmied, but Schmied no sells them. As Hawk starts to whip him, Schmied immediately grabs Hawk. He then hits the Blitzkrieg Hammer face first onto Aries' body and both men lay lifeless. He then takes Aries by the foot and swings him Casero swing style until he nails his head directly into the turnbuckle. He then grabs Nighthawk and attempts to do the same thing, but Darin Zion immediately grabs a microphone.]

Darin Zion: STOP! STOP! STOP! That's enough Schmied.

[Schmied immediately drops Nighthawk on the ground. Zion immediately stands besides Schmied, who's breathing heavily, ready to kill the next person. Zion smiles sadistically as the camera pans onto his face. Zion lifts Schmied's hand up and passionately starts speaking.]

Darin Zion: You see this guy? He's next in line for a shot at the PWX Title, I don't care what anyone here says. You may think, sure, this guy definitely needs to earn his spot, but the way he manhandles everyone he comes into contact with proves this man is truly PWX's schmied, or Blacksmith. Schmied has overcame a lot of issues while he grew up, and you bastards in the audience continue to think he's like Goldberg.

Crowd: GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!

Darin Zion: So what if he's undefeated? He's the epitome of perfection. Never been pinned or submitted, never been defeated, in fact, he's destroyed many legends including the legend of the poisonous John Pariah.

[Schmied immediately rips the microphone from Darin Zion's hands and starts screaming towards the audience.]

Crowd: Pariah! Pariah! Pariah!

Schmied: SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLES! Pariah's dead! I fucking left his washed up has been as to dry last week as the next on a long list of victims. He's probably sitting next to his worthless family, cuddling up on the couch eating fucking Pringles hoping I won't come bust his door down for fucking insulting me. Guess what Pariah, you're fucking wrong. You want to hang my mask, fine! I'll just knock your fucking door down and take it. In fact, if you were here right now I'd...

[The arena lights cut out as Schmied begins to talk, a black and white image of children playing in a street is shown on the tron-singing an old nursery rhyme. Behind them is the opening piano to “Miseria Cantare” by AFI

“Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadow perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed, speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head."

The arena lights come back on, and the entire crowd is wearing white masks. Suddenly the lights begin to flicker as “Miseria Cantare” by AFI begins to echo throughout the arena


Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...

With each drum beat, the lights flicker on and off, facing the hard camera-we see a man in a black and red hood standing in the crowd-arms stretched in a crucifix. He moves closer down the crowd with each hit of the drums.

Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one, one of us

[As the song ends, the lights come up-and the man in the mask is behind Schmied. He delivers a hard rolling elbow to the back of Schmied’s head-knocking him down. Zion rolls to the floor and slowly heads up the ramp-as the man pulls a microphone from his pocket, and crouches down over a fallen Schmied-who lays unconscious in the middle of the ring. He looks to the crowd-and pulls the mask off, and pulls his hood down, revealing John Pariah to the world.]

Pariah: My name is John Pariah. Over the last year, this company has become nothing more than Hell on Earth, Darin Zion’s personal play thing. I have come home with only one goal: to save my company.. But to do so, I can't be the man I once was…..

[He stands up, still holding the black Court mask.]

Pariah: To honor what this company stands for…for what YOU PEOPLE pay to see…I must embrace something else…I must become….something else….and Darin Zion-your friend here has only just had a taste of Mirakuru. Your time in the sun is over Darin….it’s time you faced fate….it’s time you faced…the Court…

[Zion turns around as a trope of people in white owl masks appear behind him on the stage. He high tails it around the stage as Pariah looks at an unconscious Schmied-still laid out on his stomach.]

Pariah: Your fate….is mine to decide….everyone..will Face The Court….

[He picks Schmied's head up-and locks him in a Dragon Clutch-wrenching back on his neck. Security eventually comes down to the ring and breaks the hold-but Pariah opens his jacket, and pulls Schmied’s mask out. He holds it up as “Miseria Cantare” starts to play-and Pariah slowly makes his way out of the ring.]

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Meanwhile, in the ring, Bad Company are finally able to pull themselves up to their feet when... the opening strains of "The Line Begins to Blur" by Nine Inch Nails booms out throughout the arena, as Elijah Black and Daniel Everett strut down to the ringside area for an as-yet-undetermined purpose. Sliding in the ring both teams stare a hole through each other with neither side being willing to make the first move past trash-talking, which both sides do rather vociferously. But as they do so Daniel Everett turns towards Nighthawk with a maniacal half-mad glint in his eye and begins to make a rapid-fire series of insults towards the deceased father of the "Wrestling Machine". Glaring at his partner, almost as though he is silently commanding him to keep things under control, Elijah Black turns back around and is immediately pasted with a forearm from Nighthawk as Jason Aries and Daniel Everett trade overhand chops until Jason Aries ducks underneath one and lands a roaring elbow that sends Vox Populi out of the ring. Nodding their heads Bad Company goes and gets their prey with stereo tope suicidas, each man adding an elbow strike at the end of it. As both teams trade forearms up the rampway, the sweat flying off of their bodies with every blow, PWX security attempts to break the fight up but finds themselves unable to do so as all 4 men shove the security out of the way. continuing to brawl, each forearm and overhand chop landing with concussive force, they finally are pulled apart by the rest of the roster and guided to their respective locker rooms.

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[We’re backstage with the two members of the Vox Populi, Elijah Black and Daniel Everett, with Black wearing his ring gear in preparation for his upcoming match with Alexander Atwater]

Black: …but the fact is, if Atwater wants to run his mouth, he needs to be set straight in the ring and I’m the guy slated to face him.

Everett: So, uh…what about after the match?

Black: Tell you what, if by some freak accident he’s able to get back to his feet when the match is done and wants to keep running his mouth like some automated jackass, he’s all yours.

[Everett slaps his hands together and starts to roll his knuckles]

Everett: With pleasure.

Black: Damn straight.

[Black gives a knowing nod]

Everett: So what’s the plan for the rest of the night? Are we going to keep an eye on the Gorgeous Disaster versus Mascara Muerto match?

Black: It would be rude not to show up for their match, given we kept an eye on Bad Company facing off against The Establishment.

Everett: Disappointed you’re facing Nighthawk and Aries again?

Black: No, since I know I can beat them. If anything I’m disappointed not to be up against Hollywood and Zion, as beating The Establishment to put the Vox on the map…well, it’s got a certain poetry to it, doesn’t it?

[Everett gives a grunt of agreement]

Black: See you back here when I’m done making Atwater wish he’d chose his words as carefully as his tattoos, and when we’re ready we’ll hang back and wait for the teams to make their entrance before we head out there. Let them have a moment to get ready in the ring before reminding them what’s waiting for them in the next round.

Everett: And if anyone else shows up? We hung back last week.

Black: Last week wasn’t our fight, so if anyone else shows up this week…if it’s not our fight, leave it alone, but if it is we both know what needs to happen.

[Black slaps Everett on the bicep before heading towards the ringside area]

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SINGLES MATCH
ELIJAH BLACK vs ALEXANDER ATWATER

Chris: Both men are certainly prepared for combat here

Ricky: Black has been involved in tag team matches mainly that could be a weakness, while Atwater is very fresh and hungry

Chris: Should be a great match, lets send it to the ring

The bell chimes and the ref calls the start, both men circle, sliding all over the place looking for an opening or an advantage, Atwater goes to hook the leg but Black headstands through it before Atwater takes hold, he spins delivering a kick but Atwater is already gone, he comes back with an attempted running Yakuza kick but Black rolls through that one and out onto the Apron springing back in looking for a flying forearm smash, Atwater stands up and catches him in an exploder suplex, he tries to take his opponent over but Black hits a shot to the side of Alex's head and quickly switches round into a hammerlock. Black changes his hold to a waist lock and tries to launch Atwater over head with a german suplex, Atwater manages to center all his weight forward and avoid the throw, after a couple of attempts Black clubs him on the back and runs the ropes looking for a body block on the considerably bigger man only to hit Atwater at full speed and just stop. Alex smiles a toothy grin at his opponent and tells him to go again, as many times as he likes, and Black does, twice more, on the third and final attempt he follows Black into the ropes and tosses him out of the ring

Chris: Are you following this?

Ricky: Not since the bell rang, we have Atwater in the ring and Black pissed and on his feet outside

Atwater plays to the crowd a bit and then holds the ropes open for Black to get back in, he then makes a crucial mistake by turning to look at the ref while still sitting in the ropes

Chris: Black with a superkick to the knee of Atwater from the floor!

Ricky: Atwater tumbles out onto the ring apron!

Chris: The leader of Vox Populai is looking for something here

Black joins Atwater on the apron and picks him up, he tries to get his opponent into a death valley driver position but can't get him up , he lets him down and unleashes a devastating kick to Alex's stomach doubling him over

Ricky: THE DEFECT! HE HIT HIM WITH A RUNNING BUTTERFLY DEFECT OFF THE RING APRON TO THE FLOOR!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!

Chris: Why!?

Ricky: No idea but Ill guarantee it hurt like hell for both these guys

Chris: Watch this replay from a head on perspective, look at Black's face when they land

The camera shot is looking from behind the announcer position out at the ring, it catches the hard kick to the stomach and then Black stepping slightly out of shot then zooming back in from the corner of the apron and SMACK! The camera goes to slow moe at this point

Ricky: Look at his face, he sits right up and looks into the camera lens like "what in the fuck did I do that for!?"

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!

Chris: Listen to that, I think thats why

Ricky: Dumbass wrestler killing themselves for the crowd

At this point the ref is 7 deep into his account when both men crawl into the ring and separate as far from each other as they can in opposing corners, they drag themselves up

Alexander Atwater: Can we just wrestle now? No more of that shit, that hurt like hell!

The crowd cheers and laughs at this as both men walk into the center of the ring and Atwater extends a hand

Crowd: WRESTLING! WRESTLING! WRESTLING!

Elijah Black: Nah

Black unloads on Atwater with shots to the face over and over just bludgeoning his opponent, Atwater pushes him back and nails him with a chop and then a straight closed hand shot to the head, Black stumbles and tries to bounce back with a step up hurricanrana

Chris: He caught him!

Ricky: Buckle bomb in the corner!

Atwater leaves his opponent hanging in the turnbuckle and goes out to the apron, Alex pulls Black out to join him kicking him in the teeth a couple of times while bringing him through the ropes, he then hauls him up into a fireman's carry and turns to face the crowd, with a smile on his face he yells out

Alexander Atwater: I ASKED NICE!

And then immediately Death Valley Drivers Black on the ring apron

Ricky: WOW! Thats what Black was looking for in the first place!

Chris: Great, so now we are playing Top This the "end my career" edition

Atwater doesn't take any time in rolling Black into the ring and then goes up to the top diving off with a rolling knee drop onto his opponent

Ricky: Big old school British bomb scare knee drop by Atwater! Pin!

1...
2...

Chris: How did Black find that in him!?

Ricky: Brawn over brains obviously, this dudes back must be in bits, in the past 10 minutes he has endured a self imposed back splat on the floor from the apron, a buckle bomb and then a DVD on the apron

Chris: Atwater stepping back, Oblivion may be beckoning Elijah's name here

Atwater begs Black up and then makes his move, he misses the first flash kick as black evades and hits a superkick instead, he follows it up with a kick to the chest and then a running step up hurricanrana throwing his opponent into the turnbuckle, he runs in with a high knee and then comes back out with a bull dog and then backs up hyping the crowd to life

Ricky: The knee pad goes down!

Chris: Burakkusuta!

Black backs away and waits

Ricky: Atwater making his way up, Black pounces

He hooks him up

Chris: Black state!

He rolls round and hooks in his opponents arms

Ricky: Black collar in the center of the ring!

Chris: Atwater gives up!

Ricky: Man are those 2 gunna feel it in the morning

Chris: Brutal showing from both men, what a match up



WINNER: ELIJAH BLACK

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The camera comes on in the locker room of John Ojeda. Nikki and Wrath are standing in front of the couch and the monitor and neither one of them looks too terribly happy. The cameras have come in mid conversation between the couple.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: This is not what the hell I wanted to do tonight. There are other people I could of have wrestled, other people you could have wrestled. Brian thinks he's smart, making us work against each other..

Nikki Blade: That's all this is John, a power play. He knows he can't get to you any other way but this. Brain thinks this will divide and conquer us but it's not going to work.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: I know. I just need to figure out a way to make this not happen. I need to figure out how to back Brian the fuck off so I don't have to hurt you.

Nikki Blade: Why do we have to give him what he wants John? I mean, I certainly don't want to wrestle you, it's not on the top of my list but can he fire us if we dont?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Brian thinks he can do whatever he wants. But that's changing. That's not going to be happening too much longer. I just need a couple more weeks.

Nikki Blade: I know and I've told you I back you one hundred percent. What ever you need or what ever your plan is, I'm there with you.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: I know, but what the hell do we do about tonight?

John looks at Nikki and she looks over at the cameras and then pulls him close. She cups her hands over his ear and whispers something into it that only he can hear.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Damn. Really? On television?

Nikki nods, biting her bottom lips grinning up at him.

Nikki Blade: Why not? i mean who's gonna stop us?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You're brilliant sometimes. Just, umm, how do we uh... we're probably getting fined for this. Just so you know.

Wrath laughs awkwardly and shakes his head a bit in disbelief.

Nikki Blade: I don't know about you but I'd rather pay the fine then get the crap beat out of me by you in that ring.

She laughs, putting her hands on his waist.

Nikki Blade: I say we go all out. If were going to piss him off we might as well do it right the first time.

Wrath laughs and shakes his head

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Yes ma'am. Whatever you say. I know when to shut up and take yes for an answer.

Wrath looks at the cameras, pushes away from her and shakes his head. He approaches them and starts to shove them out of the room.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: No, you clowns get out. We have a match to get ready for. Thanks for coming, but buh bye. Get some beers.

Wrath tosses some money at them and slams the door shut as they're shoved out. The camera fades on a shot to the door.

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We open on Caliban sitting in the back one a metal equipment box, he has the Punkin mask on covering his face but rolled up so he can smoke, he barely seems to notice as the camera's approach him and he leans back against a wall, takes a long drag of his spliff and

I am here in front of you today as an Island, I sit in the deep blue ocean that is PWX and I traverse those waters alone, but don't mistake loneliness for lack of purpose, the things I will do for the sake of this revolution are as horrible and masochistic as the actions that led us here in the first place. You see I am not one of the majority players looking for power, I am simply standing here as the single loan advocate for peace. I don't fight an organisation or hold an allegiance I am simply the smallest man capable of making the most noise and I will be heard, I stand up for people like the recently fired Rhonin or the forever crucified Jerome Owens. Somewhere in America a company has lost its voice of the voiceless but I will not be so quick to abandon my cause

He strokes his short ginger beard and takes another toke, he lets the smoke out in 3 consecutive rings each one going through the other

TJ I felt an over whelming urge to quote Shakespeare at you this evening but the pretentious nature of that may be mistaken for some kind of dislike, you TJ I don't dislike you that's where this has all come from, but you fell into the pattern, you where so willing to become one of them. I stood in the ring a month ago with you and the KO's and proclaimed us wrestlers not politicians, not people looking for money or power or recognition just people who loved to entertain. And then I saw what you became, you jumped so quick on that band wagon right along with Stryker. Now wonder Pariah left, he couldn't stomach the sight of all of us anymore, as we pander and claw at the feet of the very men we are meant to oppose. TJ this ends tonight, I end this tonight and we can end it in a handshake or we can end it in the hospital, I'm down for both

He tosses his smoke away and rolls the mask back down exhaling through it in an image that looks much more terrifying than you might think

I once told this company I wasn't coming for titles or glory I was here to make a career off of ending careers if the point comes to it, I have said this before there are 8 of you and one of me and yet you are gunna have to take my life to stop me taking yours, the establishment, Codair, Ojeda and Stryker, they all need to be reminded of what they are truly fighting to control. Hey maybe I'm paranoid, or maybe I'm about to tear this company back down to its bare bones instead of this horse shit corporate drama we are now having forced down our throats. I got one message for anyone who has any kind of aspirations to pull strings round here to there own end. I don't have strings I have a wrestling ring, you dont control me, you either fall to me or end me, that's simply how this goes down from now on, now piss off I have a match to prepare for

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GRUDGE MATCH
TJ CODAIR vs JORDAN CALIBAN

[The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, Caliban in a Pumkin mask drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up CM PUNK style screaming ]

INCOMING!!!!!!

[He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently.]

Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Caliban!

[Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.]

“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”

Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.

“Laugh as it falls away”

Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.

“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”

Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.

“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”

[The music dies down as Codair jumps off the turnbuckles as the lights come back on. He spreads his arms and yells out to the fans as they all cheer him on.]

Alexis Lace: And in the ring now, Caliban's opponent...

[Immediately without a second hesitation, Caliban immediately starts to hammer TJ Codair with a back fist and starts wailing on him as the match begins. The referee immediately lets both men continue to go at it without enforcing the code of honor. Caliban back TJ immediately into the corner with his fists. He then whips TJ Codair violently. Codair immediately reaches from within and tries to do a handstand, but Caliban then grabs TJ as he's made it over towards the corner and picks TJ up and drops him on his head. The crowd immediately boos as Caliban smirks at TJ Codair.]

Chris: Apparently Caliban's already on the warfront he's declared....against TJ Codair? Apparently over the last few weeks Caliban's blunt smoke's gone to his head.

Ricky: He's refering to a lot of backstage stuff. We totally won't go there. But I like the focus this kid has tonight. He's definitely trying to prove his win against Codair wasn't a fluke a couple of weeks ago.

[Caliban immediately yanks TJ Codair up by his tights. Caliban methodically plants TJ Codair face first onto the mat. Caliban slowly gets up and sees Codair lying there. He taunts the crowd as he gets up and kicks TJ Codair a few times. Caliban grabs Codair in the arm bar and holds the lock in trying to already weaken Codair's arm. After holding his arm and trying to yank it back, Caliban gets up. TJ starts to struggle on trying to get back up to his feet. Caliban immediately signals for a superkick. As Caliban goes for the superkick, TJ Codair immediately grabs his leg. Codair shakes his head much to the delight of the crowd. Codair immediately hits Caliban in a capture suplex. Codair grabs Caliban by the hair and immediately lifts off his Pumkin mask. Codair signals like he's going to wipe his ass with the mask, then he tosses it into the crowd, who immediately fight for it. Codair releases his dragon sleeper. Caliban gets back up to his feet and attempts to hit a beautiful drop kick on Codair, but Codair dodges it. Codair grabs Caliban's legs and tries to set him up into a sharpshooter, but Caliban thrusts TJ Codair into the corner.]

Ricky: Both men are fighting for a chance in PWX's hybrid division. What shocks me in Codair, our new comer has already turned head in the back.

Chris: Yes, and after last week's Hybrid Championship match, Nikki Walton definitely is looking for a new challenger. One must think that if one of these two men wins this week, Walton might take them under consideration.

Ricky: Unless it's TJ Codair...I'd say no to Caliban after his attitude the last couple weeks towards our benevolent owners, but there's just something about Caliban that makes him just really rub you the right way. I don't typically agree with anyone stepping up against our management, but hey, it worked for Darin Zion.

Chris: Do you have to constantly put them over? Even when they don't wrestle! We have Caliban and Codair in the ring, two people who hate the Establishment, and you're talking about them.

Ricky: They pay me to do. Beats talking about nothing like you do!

Chris: Yes, but pay attention, you might notice that TJ Codair just shot a boot shot right into a charging Caliban. I think Codair's boot went into Caliban's nose.

Ricky: True, I guess I should have watched. Maybe Caliban needed that facelift before I could pay attention.

[Caliban immediately gets mad at Codair for hitting his nose stiffly freak accident style. Caliban then grabs Codair and nails as a stiff exploder suplex and Codair and Codair lands on his neck. Codair immediately grabs his neck for a few moments before Caliban is pulled away by the referee. Caliban looks down at Codair without a care in the world. As the referee checks on Codair, Caliban immediately steps towards the top rope. The official immediately gets in the way of Caliban who's yelling at him saying he needs to stop "holding off the war." As Caliban and the referee argue, Codair immediately stands up and adjusts his neck for a moment. Codair then rushes towards the referee and hits a Stinger Splash onto ref, who hits Caliban head first. Caliban immediately loses his balance and falls out towards the floor with the force Codair hit the Stinger Splash with. ]

Ricky: I'd rather take that spill and get knock out than take it in the nuts. I believe Caliban's body is built for torment and torture.

Chris: Sometimes the risk doesn't pay off. Caliban's luck isn't playing in his favor, but you've got to admit, he's got a lot of passion going into this match. He needs to focus on Codair more, who wants to prove his value and shut Brian Hollywood up.

[Codair immediately rushes towards the ropes. Codair springboards from the top rope and lands an elbow drop to Jordan Caliban's sternum. Caliban holds his chest, but Codair doesn't give a crap what's about to happen. Codair immediately sends Caliban into the barricade. Codair rushes towards Caliban with all the speed in the world and clashes Caliban with a running gun packet drop kick to the face. Codair then sees a chair and grabs it. The crowd immediately goes nuts while Codair grabs the chair and signals for a chair shot.]

Chris: The crowd tonight sure act like a bunch of roman citizens. They want to see Codair take Caliban's head off and knock it into the crowd.

Ricky: Who wouldn't? I'd pay millions of dollars for a PWX wrestler's real head. Especially Caliban's!

Chris: And it's baseball time and it's a swing and a...


WHAM!!!!


RIcky: OH! Nice dodge by Caliban! RIGHT TO THE FACE! BLAM MURDER!

Chris: DELIEVERANCE!

[Caliban rebounds after hitting a spinning wheel kick into TJ Codair's face with the chair propped up in it. Caliban throws the chair off towards the side. Caliban immediately jumps on the barricade. He then rushes towards Codair while he's getting up. As Codair gets back up, Caliban launches himself with a suicide dive and takes out TJ Codair. Caliban then takes TJ and whips him into the stairs. The referee starts coming to and starts counting for both men to get inside. Caliban steps back into the ring as the ref counts to six. Caliban then goes back towards the outside. He picks up Codair and tosses him back into the ring. Caliban immediately jumps back towards the top rope. Caliban signals for the Caliboom, but as soon as he comes landing down on Codair, he meets Codair's knees standing from out of nowhere. Codair struggles back up and immediately locks in a sharpshooter on Caliban's legs. Trying to weaken Caliban's main offense, Codair slowly wrenches Caliban's legs. Caliban immediately reaches towards the ropes and the referee calls for a rope break. Codair motions his multiple German Suplex move. Codair grabs Caliban and hits two of the three suplex before Caliban flips over his head. Caliban rebounds rather quickly and nails a World's Scariest Piledriver. Caliban immediately covers up Codair.]

ONE!

TWO!

TH....NO!!!

[Caliban cannot believe Codair kicked out of a move. Caliban immediately shakes it off and picks up Codair and tries to yank him towards the ropes. As Caliban tries to set Codair up for a Tornado DDT off the top rope, Caliban immediately gets surprised. Caliban immediately has Codair nail a school boy near the ropes. Codair immediately places his feet upon the top rope for the best leverage.]

Chris: How fitting! Caliban bested by his own move from a couple weeks ago!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE....NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ricky: Shut up Chris! Caliban did what he had to win! Grant it, the Establishment forced him to do that or he'd get fired, but Caliban's definitely shut them up. And look at Caliban's face now!

Chris: So two things good happen tonight, Caliban's got pissed off and we're about to see this match kick into third gear with Codair's taunting and Caliban's anger, and I got Ricky to say he's sucking the Establishment's dick. This just doesn't get any better than this.

[Caliban immediately gets angry and hits a stiff crescent kick towards Codair's face. Caliban then gets on top of Codair and starts nailing punches rather quickly and furiously. Caliban then gets up and nails an Ace crusher on Codair. Caliban immediately climbs to the top rope. He immediately cuts his throat signaling to end this match.]

Ricky: Caliban's going high....literally!

Chris: Why did I not be surprised! He's about to hit the Caliboom on him. AND HE CONNECTS! IT'S OVER....

ONE....

TWO....

THREEEEEEE....NOOOOOO!!!

[The referee catches Codair's foot which slid onto the ropes while Caliban wasn't looking. Caliban gets frustrated and pulls Codair from away from the ropes. Caliban then locks another arm bar onto Codair violently. The crowd immediately continues to chant for both men. Codair starts to fight Caliban off his arm and fights out with the crowd's help. Caliban then tries to hit a move on Codair but Codair comes at Caliban with a few flying shoulder blocks. Codair grabs Caliban and hits his three German Suplexes. Codair amps himself up and taunts the crowd with the thunderous "this is awesome match chants." Codair grabs Caliban and hits a Shatterstar much to the delight of the crowd. Codair makes the cover and hooks the leg.]

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!


THREEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!!!!

[Within a split second, Caliban kicked out of Codair's special too. The crowd immediately pops towards their feet as Codair lays on the mat for a moment catching his breath as this match continues. Caliban lays lifeless for a few moments too. Caliban and Codair struggle back towards their feet. They both exchange slow matching punches before Caliban takes control and lands a superkick onto TJ Codair. Caliban signals for the end. Caliban immediately runs towards the ropes and motions for the 720 DDT.]


Ricky: Caliban's about to end Codair! I'm surprised he kicked out of TWO signature moves from Codair back to back. That's totally impressive with Caliban! He's taken a lot of punishment.

Chris: Yes, and so has Codair and these men both continue to give the PWX crowd their all. And this crowd is on their feet. Caliban's airborne and....HOLY SHIT! NO FUCKING WAY! HE'S GOING TO!!!!!!


Ricky: DIE!!!!!!!

[Codair immediately springs up and hits a lights out mid move to Caliban in the middle of leaping for his special. Codair immediately struggles and lays his arm over Caliban's body tiredly....


ONE!!!!

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TWO!!!!

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THREE!!!!!!!!!!!

Alexis Lace: Here's your winner: TJ Codair!!!!!!!

[The crowd immediately all give both men a standing ovation. Codair immediately stands over Caliban and taunts him for one more match. Codair thanks the crowd as Caliban lays in the ring completely out.]

Chris: I've got to admit, Caliban came, saw, and came up short. But he's got that passion for sure.

Ricky: Yes, but didn't win. I'm sure he'll continue to rise from this. If he continues to show this spunk, he'll definitely be a future player for sure.

[Codair walks up the ramp and Caliban looks out as if he cannot believe what happened. Codair smiles and claps and gives Caliban the respect he deserves and Caliban smiles and nods back, but still looks a bit disappointed. The crowd gets on their feet and starts chanting as they show their respect.]

Crowd: ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!

Ricky: I don't know where Caliban and Codair go from here, but it's clear this crowd wants to see Caliban and Codair tangle again. They tore down this house tonight.

Chris: Reminds me of the good ole days of our Hybrid division. Let's just hope things continue on like this in our division.



WINNER: TJ CODAIR

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As a furious Nighthawk and Jason Aries stand in their locker room, removing their gear with a flourish, we can see the absolute anger in the eyes of Bad Company.

Nighthawk: "I've tolerated a lot from you, Elijah. I tolerated you trying to end my career. I tolerated every cheap insult you've ever thrown my way. But when your man, the guy you consider your protege, insults my father to my face..... I refuse to tolerate that. When the tournament finals come around, I will make it my mission in life that you feel just an ounce of this. The best way for me to do that, though, isn't to leave you a bloody mess, satisfying as it might be. Rather, my goal is simpler. At the end of that match, when they announce Bad Company as the PWX World Tag Team Champions, that will be all the revenge I will ever need. See you there. And, as my partner says, you are now in Bad Company."

Jason Aries: "I find it funny you know when this all started no one and I mean no one gave us a chance as a team everyone thought we would lose in the first round and now what we are on the verge of being the tag team champions. Night Hawk and I have overcome every challenge that has been put in front of us and now what happens? Elijah you and your lackey come out of nowhere and what to insult his legacy you want to insult his family no way no way. I hope and pray you have that young boy ready because just like he will learn you will learn how dangerous is truly is to be in the path of company Bad Company."

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[Adam Stryker walks into the backstage area. He walks in rather pissed off and looking for Darin Zion's locker room. As he continues to storm around the backstage area, Shawn Lester comes around the corner with a microphone in his hand. Shawn Lester immediately shoves the microphone near Adam Stryker's face and smiles evilly at him.]

Shawn Lester: So Adam Stryker, a man of few words. Well I've got a few words for you. After last week, what was your thought process of kicking Morgana's head in especially knowing we'd fucking get revenge against you? I mean how stupid can one talent be. You touch Darin Zion's girlfriend and you....

[Adam Stryker immediately knocks the microphone from Shawn Lester's hands and grabs him and lifts him up against the wall.]

Adam Stryker: I what? Proved my point? That no one and nothing will stand in my way at High Stakes. I'll fucking kill to get my PWX and finally get you ass monkeys off my back. I'm getting sick and tired of proving night in and night out that I'm the fucking best talent in the PWX locker room. I'm one title short of doing something that not even Brian fucking Hollywood has done yet in PWX....win a grand slam championship. And each time the Darin Zions, the Brian Hollywoods, and the Establishment shits in my bags, beats me up, or tries to out smart me, I'm going to fucking answer. And there's not a damn thing you can...


Darin Zion: Officers...there he is!

[The cameras immediately pan off to Adam Stryker who tosses Shawn Lester down and looks rather shocked to see Darin Zion standing with a set of cops behind him. Darin Zion smirks evilly as the cops immediately grab Adam Stryker. Darin Zion gets in Adam Stryker's face and starts to yell at him.]

Darin Zion: You're going back to fucking Winnipeg now you stupid bitch. I'm deporting your ass like America should do with Justin Bieber back to the fucking land of these yuck yuck fuck canucks. You fucking want to play with fire, you'll get slapped now with two assault and battery charges. Keep struggling, you'll get resisting arrest. SURPRISE YOU MOTHER FUCKER! I told you I was going to give you the gift...of some harry fat man named butch shoving his fat dick up your ass. You're about to be the champion of rape town Stryker, and it's number 1 contender too! Hopefully you'll make it back in time for High Stakes.

[Adam Stryker continues to fight off the arrest as the cameras fade to black with Zion and Lester laughing.]

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The camera opens up backstage and we see the back of a man sporting a black leather jacket with blue jeans.

: You know, there's just too many wankers in this bloody company. Too many pissants claiming to be shit they aren't. Ojeda, Stryker, Calliban, and of course the jolly jumped up prick Chase. Haha bloody hobknockers. And all of you gnats actually believe in the bullshit that's been spoken by these people. All of you. Well for some reason it just so happens that a particular Brit gets forgotten in the mix. There's always one person that's always put aside when it comes to the discussion of who's the toughest around here. Well..

The man turns out and it's revealed to be David Wilson. The noticeable thing is the black and red face paint all over David's face. David looks at the camera and smirks.

David: You see pissants all of you may know by now; my old man back home; he's a wrestler. My little sister, she's a wrestler too. My family is a wrestling family and this right here is one of my old man's inventions. See whenever my old man finally decides to stop with his nice man routine and stop taking shit from whoever was ragging at him, he would do something like this. he would go to a place he keeps deep down inside and he would pull that shit out and crush the poor wanker that was fucking with them. When my old man decides to do this, my lads at home give him a name. Jack. Jack the Ripper. Just like the famed folktale.

David looks at the camera.

David: But the difference between my father and I is that I don't care about none of you pissants. My father's too much of an "honest, noble" man. That ain't me. I'm not in this business to be these wankers's flavor of the mouth. I'm here to be better. Better than all the blokes in this company. And better than my father. So what you see here gnats is the first step of me becoming the best Wilson that's ever step foot in a wrestling ring. And unlike my father, I'm not going to wait til some wanker looks at me funny to pull this out. This version of the Ripper well..isn't going to be kept inside. For everyone around here that's claiming to be top shit, I hope all of you know that David Wilson will rip through every single one of you until I am the best in my family and soon everyone will find out about the Ripper. Nothing has changed. Made in England, Crowned in America I will become and no American in this country is going to stop me.

David smirks as the scene fades to black.

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PWX WORLD CUP RD2 MATCH
#7 GORGEOUS DISASTER vs #8 MASCARA MUERTO

Chris: This is it folks, the final preliminary, the winner of this match takes the final spot in the tag team promise land

Ricky: This tournament has brought some great matches and has definitely shot these 4 superstars up the ladder, just look at Nikki Walton, she won the Hybrid title during this tournament, thats how much she upped her game

Chris: Muerto however have been slaying dragons and giants all over the place, they took out 2 teams many thought would be in this thing to the end in the KO Kings and the already eliminated but no less of an upset win over The Hanson Family

Ricky: Muerto gunna start out with Walton here, this would make a great Hybrid title match actually

Chris: All four of these wrestlers could lay claim to that title,the things we have seen these Luchadores do over there short time here has been nothing short of extraordinary

Muerto attempts a handshake but Walton kicks it away, he goes for it again and she does it again, he puts on the puppy dog eyes and asks one more time, Walton bites and he gives her the old thumb to the nose prank, Walton in retaliation... Spit in his face

Chris: OOOHHH! She runs the ropes, single leg dropkick to the chest knocking Muerto on his ass in the center of the ring!

Ricky: HA HA Nikki Walton extremely proud of herself up on the ropes in her teams corner jaw jacking with Lindsay

Muerto quickly scrambles to Norte in the corner and grabs the larger team members leg in shock and awe of Walton

Ricky: I think Nikki just made an impression on the mexicans

Chris: Yeah, "don't make fun of me when we are in the ring," rookie mistake thinking someone like Walton is gunna stand for that

Norte tags in and gets in the ring

Chris: Why is he rolling his mask up?

Norte sprints at Walton looking to be going for a spear, she jumps him and he runs straight into the corner and automatically locks his lips onto Lindsay in the corner, the crowd goes nuts

Chris: HA HA This is getting out of hand!

Ricky: Thats assault surely?

Walton turns seeing this and runs delivering knees to the back of Norte pulling him down into a backstabber

Chris: If that wasn't this sure as hell will be!

Lindsay climbs to the top

Ricky: Double foot stomp on the knees!

Chris: And now the disaster just going to work on Norte in the corner

Sombra has enough and leaps back into the ring running and delivering a stinger splash violently crashing into the disaster sending both members out of the ring, Gorgeous disaster regroup down on the floor by their corner as the the masked man has a little fun in the ring, Norte is still in the corner on all fours when out of nowhere

Ricky: WHAT A DOUBLE TEAM!

Chris: WOW! Muerto ran across the ring using his down opponents back as a springboard, corkscrew sentoning over the Ring post onto his opponents on the floor!

Crowd: OLE! OLE! OLE! OLE! LUCHA! OLE!

Muerto Grabs Abi and shoves her into the ring, Norte goes for a pin but the ref waves it off

Ricky: The ref is saying no, even after all that Nikki Walton is still the legal member of her tag team

Mascara Muerto both accost the referee turning their backs on Gorgeous disaster

Chris: Walton is back in the ring!

Ricky: She rolls Norte up PIN!

1....

Chris: Muerto grabs her round the waist, GERMAN SUPLEX OUT OF THE PIN!

Ricky: Nikki Walton lands on her feet!

She runs the ropes and dropkicks Norte into Muerto, Muerto goes back into the ropes

Chris: Jumping neckbreaker pulls Norte down onto the mat

Ricky: And muerto comes right down hard on top of his partner

Chris: LOOK AT LINDSAY!

Ricky: Springboard foot stomp onto both men! They need to get Muerto out of their and cover Norte

Lindsay quickly shoves Muerto off Norte and Walton dives for the pin

Chris: THERE IT IS!

1...
2...

Ricky: NO! Muerto must of taken most of the damage Norte was able to kick out!

Chris: What are they setting up for now?

Walton puts Norte's head down in a powerbomb position and Lindsay makes her way to the outside

Ricky: There is no way Nikki has the power in her to do this

Nikki hoists Norte up for a powerbomb and runs at the turnbuckle

Ricky: I love this move! Buckle bomb Enzuigiri coming up!

Chris: No! Norte rolls through with a hurricanrana sending Walton into her partners enzugiri! AND MUERTO DROPPING OUT OF THIN AIR TO DROP KICK LINDSAY OFF THE APRON!

Ricky: Walton's in trouble!

Muerto moves out to the apron in front of Lindsay who is laying trying to get up on the floor, Norte Nails a delayed vertical suplex in the ring

Chris: Here comes the frog splash, Muerto Springboa...

RICKY: OH MY GOD!

Muerto spring boards in with a frog splash and Norte goes right underneath him through the middle ropes with a suicide dive tornado DDT

Chris: PIN! THIS HAS TO BE IT

1...
2...
3...

Ricky: They got! Mascara Muerto our unknown Lucharella story does not end before the finals

Chris: Bad bad luck for the Disaster here tonight, very hard fought victory congrats to Mascara Muerto these guys deserve that spot, nobody gave them a chance in this tournament

Ricky: I did

Chris: No you didn't

Ricky: So there you go the finalists of our Tag title tournament are Vox Populai, Bad Company and Mascara Muerto

Chris: This just keeps getting better!


WINNERS: MASCARA MUERTO

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Shawn Lester is backstage with a microphone in his hands. He looks into the camera and smiles.

Shawn Lester: ladies and gentleman please welcome at this time; Troy Stone.

Boos are heard from the audience as Troy steps into camera view in casual clothing alongside Bruce Bowen and Megan Pierce. Troy also has a hand mirror in his hand mirror in his hands; to which he's looking at.

Shawn: Now Jerry-

Troy: Hold it Shawn. I know what you're probably right? You know how these past interviews between you and I have gone right? That's obvi. look don't worry, I'm not going to demand that you give me your microphone, because of your at times lack of actual interviewing questions and etc, but I'm not going to do that tonight. Nope Meg can take it easy for the night. So you can hold that little microphone and ask me your I'm sure very blase and cliche questions. Whatevs. So go on. Say what you gotta say. I know you're going to ask about last week so let's just get it over with.

Jerry looks at Troy as Troy continues to look into his mirror.

Shawn: O..k then so-

Troy: Oh meant to tell you. There's a catch to me actually letting you interview me. Hold my mirror.

Shawn: Huh?

Troy: Uh I didn't shutter. FYI I don't shutter. Hold my mirror. Just hold it while speaking into the mic. You can multi-task right? You should. That should have been on your interview process paper. Besides I have a fiance at home that wants to see me retain my status as COOLEST and SEXIEST man in the world. BTW hi babe. Rest your neck. Anyways Shawn, hold my mirror or you can hand me your microphone.

Shawn looks at Troy before looking at Bruce, who simply looks back at him. Troy offers Shawn his hand mirror before Shawn reluctantly takes it. troy fixes his hair some more as Shawn speaks into the microphone.

Shawn: OK so you lost to John Ojeda last week and you failed to regain your World Heavyweight Championship. What's next from here?

Troy runs a hand through his hair before he continues touching it a bit.

Troy: Yeah well turns out, John Ojeda is actually the real deal. OK whatevs. He's the only person that's beaten me twice; which BTW isn't a small feat. He's the World Champion and I'm not. I'm sure all the dweebs are pleased about that. What can I do? It's ok. I'll be World Champion again one day. And John, whether he acknowledges it or not, will forever be in my shadow as long as he holds that title. Five months. Five months I carried that whenever I went, solidifying myself in PWX history. longest. Reigning. Champion. Ever. And until he passes that and everyone else that gets that championship beats that mark, they will always be in my shadow.

Shawn: Ok but again what about what's next for you?

Troy stops looking at the mirror and then looks at Shawn and chuckles.

Troy: Simple. I do what I've done since coming here in PWX. And that's steal the show and out-shine and out step every wrestler here. The House of I are still power players. Just watch as Abi and Nikki win their match tonight. As far as I go, you know when I first came into this company I chased after the top spots. Now I'm in one of those spots and I know people like Calliban and Stryker and Codair and Tiami Tyler apparently are going to want my spot. They probably think I'm vulnerable now that I'm not champion. Remember, the title doesn't make the man and the man doesn't make the title. Two losses doesn't change what I've done in ten months. With or without a title, I'm still THE marquee. So I imagine all those names I mentioned are going to come at me and come after my spot and think they can take it. And they'll come trust me. And like everyone else(not named John Ojeda) they'll be unable to keep up with me. But I look forward to it. I look forward to continining to prove to everyone in the back and the dweebs worldwide why Troy Stone is still and will always be so DAMN good(looking). Come as you are guys. Let's see if you can actually take my spot. BTW I doubt it.

Shawn: One more question. Last week we saw you confront the Establishment about Tiami Tyler injuring Ophelia Morganti and putting her on the shelf. Any update on where that's heading?

Troy faces Shawn.

Troy: So I guess you're TMZ right? OK you don't need to know things that are personal. But the only thing I'll tell you is that we haven't talked since then. Look Hollywood knows when he came to me what this partnership was suppose to be about. He also knows what he let Tiami do to my cuddle monkey was wrong. We're hash things out. I'm sure he'll compromise and understand the error that was made at Hostile Takeover. That's all I'm saying.

Shawn: But-

Troy: Look Shawn, I'm out. No more questions. Lates.

Troy takes his hand mirror from the hands and walks off as Bruce and Megan follows.

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MAIN EVENT
CHAMPION vs CHAMPION
JOHN OJEDA vs NIKKI BLADE

The bell rings and Nikki and John start to circle each other, looking as if they are going to tie up. As the approach each other the act that they’re going to do battle with each other is dropped. Nikki grabs John’s face and plants a very big, and obvious kiss on his lips. The crowd starts to hoot, holler, and whistle as the happy couple show affection in the center of the ring. Nikki, in her passion, trips Wrath and drops him back to the mat. The two start to roll around with each other on the mat, neither really staying on their backs long enough for the ref to make a count.

Chris: The two love birds are going to have to do battle here Ricky! This is such a shame.

Ricky: You know Chris, I think they’re out smarting Brain here.

Chris: Aww, that’s sweet. Make love, not war. But we were supposed to have a wrestling match in the main event!

Ricky: They are wrestling, just not what we meant by the definition of it Chris! Yeah, show him your boobies Nikki!

Chris: You just want to see them yourself.

Ricky: Me and everyone else Chris! Stop ruining the moment!

Nikki eventually ends up pinning John onto his back and the ref slides in and makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alexis Lace: The winner of the match… Nikki Blade!

Chris: Nikki Blade just won the match with the dreaded…. Lip lock?

Ricky: It was effective Chris!



WINNER: NIKKI BLADE

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Nikki starts to go lower on Wrath and starts to undo his belt, just in time for “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed hits the speakers. Brian Hollywood immediately bursts through the curtain looking quite upset by what he’s seeing. The couple in the ring stop and look at the boss of the company standing on the ramp.

Brian Hollywood: NO! Stop that right now! You two think you’re smarter than me?! We have sponsors! We have censors! Your stupid little porn show stops right now! Come get ‘em guys!

Hollywood shouts into the microphone and the members of the Establishment start to pour out from the back. Schmied, Zion, Tyler, Hollywood, and Stone pour out from the back. They all rush the ring and catch Wrath and Blade as they start to get ready for the coming attack. They all immediately jump onto the two people in the ring and start to beat on them. Schmied, Stone, and Hollywood laying boots and fists into Wrath, who is desperately trying to fight them off and failing miserably. Zion and Tyler tackle Nikki and start to stomp on her. Zion picks up Blade and stuffs her, picking her up for an old school piledriver. Tyler hops to the top rope and jumps off, driving Blade down with Zion’s help for a spike piledriver. The two get up and continue to stomp on Nikki Blade. Hollywood and Stone feed Wrath to Schmied and Schmied lifts Wrath up with two hands by his throat. Hollywood jumps out and hits Wrath with a back stabber as Schmied throws him down with the double handed chokebomb.

Chris: The Establishment is out! They’re cleaning house! Hollywood is pissed folks!

Ricky: They tried to pull a fast one on the boss and they failed. They’re paying for their antics now!

Chris: Spike piledriver! That almost ended the career of Paul Orndorf!

Ricky: And Wrath isn’t breathing well either Chris. They are dismantling the two of them!

As the beating continues, TJ Codair, Nighthawk, and Adam Stryker come running down to the ring. The three slide in and the battle switches from an all out beat down on Wrath and Blade; to an all out brawl. Codair gets into Hollywood and tackles him, pummeling him with rights and lefts. Hawk gets into Stone and starts to lay in with the forearms. Stryker nails Schmied in the balls and leaves him on his knees. Tyler turns and nails Codair, knocking him off of Hollywood. She jumps on Codair’s back and hooks him in a sleeper. Codair walks around looking amused and then slams Tyler on the mat. Stryker starts towards Zion, but Zion laughs. Zion points behind Stryker, and Hollywood charges at Stryker turns around. Stryker ducks Hollywood’s super kick Executive Promise and the kick levels Stone! Stryker shoves Hollywood towards Ojeda, who gets up and hits Hollywood with a super stiff uppercut.

Chris: This is wild! Codair, Nighthawk, and Stryker are coming to make the save! The good guys have come to the rescue!

Ricky: This is nuts! And Schmied’s are shot up into the back of his throat!

Chris: Hollywood nailed Stone! He missed and hit the wrong guy!

Ricky: NO!

The brawl continues in wild fashion as the camera fades to black and the PWX logo pops up.

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