Post by PWXonline on Mar 20, 2014 4:42:21 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 72: THE STAKES HAVE RISEN
BELL CENTRE
MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 19th, 2014
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The Adrenaline theme song blasts over the PA as pyro shoots down from the rafters. The crowd goes wild and they are on their feet in anticipation for the show.
Chris: Welcome everyone...to PWX Adrenaline! I'm Chris Caudill and with me always is my ever so not giving a fuck about anything of a partner, Ricky Cravate!
Ricky: How mucfh am I seriously getting paid to be here in this shit hole of a place?
Chris: Never fails!
Ricky: You seriously need to A, fuck off, and B, come up with some new opening show shit...bc your starting to really fucking bore me!
Chris: And with that said, we've got an interesting night ahead ladies and gentlemen! Plenty of action here tonight as this is our go home show for High Stakes! Let's get this shit started shall we?
Ricky: Only if you shut the ruck up and let this show go on.
Chris: Did you just speak Scooby language?
Ricky: The fuck is Scooby language?
Chris: Sigh...And this is how much I can tell me commentating partner really cares about these shows..
Ricky: Yea and the currency here sucks too! I'm sure I could buy myself a prostitute for a good price! I'm sure a penny goes a long way here!
Chris: Let's send this into the ring for our first match up of the night!
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SINGLES MATCH
JAYSON LOGAN vs LEO BANKS
The match kicks off with Logan and Banks tying up in the center of the ring. Logan gets the go behind and plants Banks on his face. Logan spins on Banks back and smacks him in the back of the head a couple of times. Logan hooks in a side head lock, but Banks gets up and shoots him into the ropes. Logan comes in and ducks Bank's clothesline. Logan comes back and nails Banks with a dropkick. Banks gets up quickly and charges at Logan who tosses him over with a belly to belly suplex. Banks gets up quickly, using the ropes, but Logan nails him with a running forearm that sends him out to the ring apron. Logan lays into Banks with a quick set of kicks through the ropes, and then hops to the top rope. He dives out at Banks and nails him with a ddt on the apron that leaves Banks sprawling to the outside and Logan getting a huge pop from the crowd.
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Jayson Logan is coming out here strong in the early portion of this match. But Leo Banks has got a future here.
Ricky: Woah, big belly to belly from Logan.
Chris: They're on the ring apron and OH MY GOD!
Ricky: Would you listen to the crowd, Chris? They're gobbling this new kid up!
Logan rolls Banks back into the ring and climbs in after him. Logan climbs to the top rope and dives off, nailing banks with a flying legdrop. Logan goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Banks kicks out.
Chris: Logan hits a big leg drop, he could get the win here!
Ricky: NO! Two count
Logan gets up and picks up Banks. Logan whips Banks into the opposite corner and charges in after him. Logan nails Banks with a shot to the gut with a big knee. Banks stumbles out of the corner and Logan pulls Banks' head back by the hair. Logan hooks in a dragon sleeper and then drops out with the No Remorse reverse DDT. Logan gets up and the crowd starts to clap and cheer. Logan motions for Banks to get up and the crowd goes wild. Logan stalks in, kicks Banks in the gut as he gets up and then stuffs him for a powerbomb. Logan flips over and hits the Broken Arrow (flipping powerdriver) on Banks. The crowd freaks out at the spectacular finish and Logan goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
WINNER: JAYSON LOGAN
JAYSON LOGAN vs LEO BANKS
The match kicks off with Logan and Banks tying up in the center of the ring. Logan gets the go behind and plants Banks on his face. Logan spins on Banks back and smacks him in the back of the head a couple of times. Logan hooks in a side head lock, but Banks gets up and shoots him into the ropes. Logan comes in and ducks Bank's clothesline. Logan comes back and nails Banks with a dropkick. Banks gets up quickly and charges at Logan who tosses him over with a belly to belly suplex. Banks gets up quickly, using the ropes, but Logan nails him with a running forearm that sends him out to the ring apron. Logan lays into Banks with a quick set of kicks through the ropes, and then hops to the top rope. He dives out at Banks and nails him with a ddt on the apron that leaves Banks sprawling to the outside and Logan getting a huge pop from the crowd.
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Jayson Logan is coming out here strong in the early portion of this match. But Leo Banks has got a future here.
Ricky: Woah, big belly to belly from Logan.
Chris: They're on the ring apron and OH MY GOD!
Ricky: Would you listen to the crowd, Chris? They're gobbling this new kid up!
Logan rolls Banks back into the ring and climbs in after him. Logan climbs to the top rope and dives off, nailing banks with a flying legdrop. Logan goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Banks kicks out.
Chris: Logan hits a big leg drop, he could get the win here!
Ricky: NO! Two count
Logan gets up and picks up Banks. Logan whips Banks into the opposite corner and charges in after him. Logan nails Banks with a shot to the gut with a big knee. Banks stumbles out of the corner and Logan pulls Banks' head back by the hair. Logan hooks in a dragon sleeper and then drops out with the No Remorse reverse DDT. Logan gets up and the crowd starts to clap and cheer. Logan motions for Banks to get up and the crowd goes wild. Logan stalks in, kicks Banks in the gut as he gets up and then stuffs him for a powerbomb. Logan flips over and hits the Broken Arrow (flipping powerdriver) on Banks. The crowd freaks out at the spectacular finish and Logan goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
WINNER: JAYSON LOGAN
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[Noah and Sam are shown sitting in Hanson Skybox, both are flanked by a bevvy of beautiful women but only Vixen sits on Noahs' lap.]
Noah: See people wonder why we haven't made a move...why we haven't went against the Establishment...why we haven't helped people like Stryker...
Sam: Go ahead kid tell them...
[Noah pauses and smiles]
Noah: Well it's really quite simply see i don't need to stand against the Establishment...my hatred for the whole damn lot is pretty well known. Zion...Hollywood...Tyler....simply garbage...vile...vomit inducing garbage. Claiming to want to rid PWX of poison when in reality all you have to do is look at the Establishment themselves and there in lies the real infection...spreading...growing larger...puss under the skin ready to blow at any moment and then you have to cut the infection out or let it spread until it becomes green...till there is no other option but to simply amputate...
[Sam smiles]
Noah: See Zion that's why i no longer care about wins, losses, you want me here, you want to bind me to this fucking hellhole in this fucking frozen wasteland called Indi-fucking-ana...its like god damn Siberia around here, fix the fucking heating and why the hell are we touring fucking Canada during the worst god damn winter in recent history...god damn these people that runs this place are fucking clueless....
Sam: Stay on point kid...
[Noah nods]
Noah: Sorry just this winter, the cold and now Canada have me fucking absolutely outta my mind but back to point. Zion you want me her, you want me to see the chaos, you want me to bear witness to your destruction of everything you claim to love...[Noah laughs] Zion you have no idea what we are going to do and just so you know we are going to break you baby down brick by fucking brick. See when i said PWX deserved a better class of criminal i mean what i said...PWX deserves better, better then punks that think they are entitled to something simply because they had this all dropped in their laps...well when i said we were gonna introduce a little anarchy to the establishment well let me introduce you to Anarchy 99 and the chaos is just getting started...
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CONTRACT OR CRASH MATCH
RAVENNA vs RHONIN
Brian Hollywood stands by at ringside, a smile on his face, as he watches Rhonin reluctantly climb into the ring over the second rope, watching Ravenna with concerned eyes. His opponent is much smaller than he, no doubt, but Rhonin knows that she is more than capable of holding her own, having watched her defeat Leo Banks just one week ago.
Chris: Is anybody else getting tired of The Establishment forcing friends, lovers, and partners to fight each other?
Ricky: I'm not. This is a wrestling company! If you join PWX looking to make friends, you are in the wrong place!
Chris: Oh, look! I think they may be up to something here?
Rhonin examines Ravenna carefully, arms crossed, as she nods, lying down on her back and beckoning Rhonin to pin her. He sighs, as the referee shrugs his shoulders in confusion. Rhonin drops slowly to his knees, covering Ravenna for the pin as the referee starts to count the pin.
1..........
2..........
Hollywood: Stop the count! Rhonin, you piece of shit, this is not a fucking game! I am giving you a chance to earn back your PWX contract, and I won't tolerate your bullshit! This is a wrestling match, goddammit, and if you want your job back, I order you to beat up your opponent!
A frustrated Rhonin slowly backs off of Ravenna, who looks equally as irritated. Rhonin gets to his feet and walks to the ropes closest to Brian Hollywood, leaning into it while badmouthing him. Brian stares coldly at Rhonin, saying simply: "Do it."
Chris: I guess their plan has backfired, and they are now being forced to fight each other.
Ricky: That's how it should have been all along!
Rhonin clenches his hands tightly, peering over at Ravenna from over his shoulder. Shaking his head, with a look of disgust, he turns swiftly into a standing clothesline, knocking Ravenna flat on her back.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: More! Give her more!
Ravenna slowly gets to her feet, rubbing her jaw in pain, flashing an angry look to Brian before turning her attention back to Rhonin.
Ricky: Her eyes tell the whole story, Chris. She clearly does not want to fight Rhonin.
Chris: But I think she is letting Rhonin know that she can handle anything he dishes out to her.
After merely a moment's hesitation, Rhonin hooks Ravenna's head under his right arm, then quickly hoists her up over his head, slamming her to the mat with a vertical suplex. He instantly rolls away, climbing back to his feet and stomping on her sternum, hesitating for a few seconds between each stomp. Rhonin sighs heavily, shaking his head, as he grabs Ravenna by the hair, lifting her up on her feet. She is breathing heavily, clearly hurting after that heavy slam, but she smiles to Rhonin, letting him know she is okay. Rhonin draws his right arm back, still gripping Ravenna with his left, as he prepares to level her with a stiff punch. However, the punch never comes, as Rhonin releases his grip, gently pushing Ravenna away as he rolls out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp.
Chris: I think Rhonin has had enough. He does not want to beat up on his friend.
Ricky: What an idiot! He is not going to get his job back, all because these two refuse to do their fucking jobs!
Chris: Wait a minute. Brian Hollywood does not look happy about this development.
Rhonin has nearly reached the top of the ramp, as the referee calls out the count of "Five!"
Hollywood: Goddammit, Rhonin! Listen to me, motherfucker- If you get counted out or disqualified here, not only do you not get your job back, but I will fire that fucking whore, Ravenna! Your choice, asshole!
Crowd: Fuck you, Brian! Fuck you, Brian!
Rhonin turns around, shaking furious as he clenches his fists. The referee calls out "Six!" Rhonin hesitates, looking back and forth from Brian Hollywood to Ravenna. "Seven!" The referee calls out another count, as Rhonin runs back down the ramp, and into the ring. He quickly takes Ravenna down with a leg trip, who had been standing near the ropes. Rhonin twists her legs, locking Ravenna in The Code of Honor. She screams in pain, tapping out quickly- except, Brian Hollywood grabs her wrist, preventing her hand from slapping the mat. He smiles, shaking his head as he watches Rhonin twist and contort her body. Rhonin realizes what is happening when the referee doesn't call for the submission victory, and he releases the hold. He stares down coldly at Brian Hollywood, who laughs triumphantly, just as Rhonin spits at his face. Ravenna pulls herself back up to her feet, struggling a little bit, but still holding her composure.
Hollywood: What are you waiting for, Rhonin? Finish her!
Rhonin looks back to Ravenna, who is standing on her own, but favoring her left leg. She looks at Rhonin, a single tear in her eye, but a proud smile on her face. "Do it," she mouths. Rhonin shakes his head, as Ravenna repeats herself softly. "Do it." Rhonin shakes his head once again, "No!"
Ricky: This is ridiculuous. All he has to do is hit his finisher and pin her, and this bullshit match will all be over!
Chris: These two obviously care strongly for one another, but do they love each other more than they love their jobs?
Rhonin drops his head, in evident distress. He puts his hands to his head, clenching them into fists, attempting to drown out the dueling beckoning of Brian Hollywood and Ravenna. One wants to see the both of them suffer, and the other just wants to support her partner and get his job back. Each of them yell to Rhonin, commanding him to end the match. Ravenna calls out to him: "Joey!"
Suddenly, Rhonin looks up at her, eyes wide in both shock and confusion, and almost a sense of familiarity. He mouths the word once to himself: "Joey?"
Hollywood: FINISH HER!
Snapping back to reality, Rhonin lets out an angry, primal scream, almost a roar. He turns quickly to Ravenna, jumping to the air and driving his knees into her face: "The Way of the Warrior." She crumbles to the mat, out cold, and Rhonin drops once more to his knees.
Rhonin: AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!
He slowly climbs over Ravenna's motionless body, as the referee makes the count.
1..........
2..........
3..........
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chris: That's it. Rhonin has got his job back.
Ricky: It's about fucking time!
Chris: At what cost, though? Will this strain the relationship between these two?
Ricky: I'm more confused by what Ravenna yelled to him just before Rhonin dropped her.
Chris: I didn't quite hear what she said, but whatever it was, it got Rhonin's attention.
Ricky: Hold on. Brian Hollywood has something to say.
Chris: Wait, what the hell? Who the hell is that!?
Ricky: That's Alexander Atwater!
Without warning, Alexander Atwater storms the ring, sliding in behind Rhonin, who has gotten back to his feet at this point and turns around, walking right into a Superman punch from Atwater! Atwater bounces up and down excitedly, smiling to himself as he watches Rhonin struggle to his feet. Atwater leaps to the second rope, springboarding and clipping Rhonin in the back of his head with a flash kick that knocks Rhonin out cold.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: Congratulations, Rhonin- As of the referee's decision, you are reinstated in the PWX. Welcome back, you son of a bitch!
Brian throws the microphone at Rhonin's head, who still lays knocked unconscious beside Ravenna, as Atwater stands over the both of them with his arms raised in victory.
WINNER: RHONIN
RAVENNA vs RHONIN
Brian Hollywood stands by at ringside, a smile on his face, as he watches Rhonin reluctantly climb into the ring over the second rope, watching Ravenna with concerned eyes. His opponent is much smaller than he, no doubt, but Rhonin knows that she is more than capable of holding her own, having watched her defeat Leo Banks just one week ago.
Chris: Is anybody else getting tired of The Establishment forcing friends, lovers, and partners to fight each other?
Ricky: I'm not. This is a wrestling company! If you join PWX looking to make friends, you are in the wrong place!
Chris: Oh, look! I think they may be up to something here?
Rhonin examines Ravenna carefully, arms crossed, as she nods, lying down on her back and beckoning Rhonin to pin her. He sighs, as the referee shrugs his shoulders in confusion. Rhonin drops slowly to his knees, covering Ravenna for the pin as the referee starts to count the pin.
1..........
2..........
Hollywood: Stop the count! Rhonin, you piece of shit, this is not a fucking game! I am giving you a chance to earn back your PWX contract, and I won't tolerate your bullshit! This is a wrestling match, goddammit, and if you want your job back, I order you to beat up your opponent!
A frustrated Rhonin slowly backs off of Ravenna, who looks equally as irritated. Rhonin gets to his feet and walks to the ropes closest to Brian Hollywood, leaning into it while badmouthing him. Brian stares coldly at Rhonin, saying simply: "Do it."
Chris: I guess their plan has backfired, and they are now being forced to fight each other.
Ricky: That's how it should have been all along!
Rhonin clenches his hands tightly, peering over at Ravenna from over his shoulder. Shaking his head, with a look of disgust, he turns swiftly into a standing clothesline, knocking Ravenna flat on her back.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: More! Give her more!
Ravenna slowly gets to her feet, rubbing her jaw in pain, flashing an angry look to Brian before turning her attention back to Rhonin.
Ricky: Her eyes tell the whole story, Chris. She clearly does not want to fight Rhonin.
Chris: But I think she is letting Rhonin know that she can handle anything he dishes out to her.
After merely a moment's hesitation, Rhonin hooks Ravenna's head under his right arm, then quickly hoists her up over his head, slamming her to the mat with a vertical suplex. He instantly rolls away, climbing back to his feet and stomping on her sternum, hesitating for a few seconds between each stomp. Rhonin sighs heavily, shaking his head, as he grabs Ravenna by the hair, lifting her up on her feet. She is breathing heavily, clearly hurting after that heavy slam, but she smiles to Rhonin, letting him know she is okay. Rhonin draws his right arm back, still gripping Ravenna with his left, as he prepares to level her with a stiff punch. However, the punch never comes, as Rhonin releases his grip, gently pushing Ravenna away as he rolls out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp.
Chris: I think Rhonin has had enough. He does not want to beat up on his friend.
Ricky: What an idiot! He is not going to get his job back, all because these two refuse to do their fucking jobs!
Chris: Wait a minute. Brian Hollywood does not look happy about this development.
Rhonin has nearly reached the top of the ramp, as the referee calls out the count of "Five!"
Hollywood: Goddammit, Rhonin! Listen to me, motherfucker- If you get counted out or disqualified here, not only do you not get your job back, but I will fire that fucking whore, Ravenna! Your choice, asshole!
Crowd: Fuck you, Brian! Fuck you, Brian!
Rhonin turns around, shaking furious as he clenches his fists. The referee calls out "Six!" Rhonin hesitates, looking back and forth from Brian Hollywood to Ravenna. "Seven!" The referee calls out another count, as Rhonin runs back down the ramp, and into the ring. He quickly takes Ravenna down with a leg trip, who had been standing near the ropes. Rhonin twists her legs, locking Ravenna in The Code of Honor. She screams in pain, tapping out quickly- except, Brian Hollywood grabs her wrist, preventing her hand from slapping the mat. He smiles, shaking his head as he watches Rhonin twist and contort her body. Rhonin realizes what is happening when the referee doesn't call for the submission victory, and he releases the hold. He stares down coldly at Brian Hollywood, who laughs triumphantly, just as Rhonin spits at his face. Ravenna pulls herself back up to her feet, struggling a little bit, but still holding her composure.
Hollywood: What are you waiting for, Rhonin? Finish her!
Rhonin looks back to Ravenna, who is standing on her own, but favoring her left leg. She looks at Rhonin, a single tear in her eye, but a proud smile on her face. "Do it," she mouths. Rhonin shakes his head, as Ravenna repeats herself softly. "Do it." Rhonin shakes his head once again, "No!"
Ricky: This is ridiculuous. All he has to do is hit his finisher and pin her, and this bullshit match will all be over!
Chris: These two obviously care strongly for one another, but do they love each other more than they love their jobs?
Rhonin drops his head, in evident distress. He puts his hands to his head, clenching them into fists, attempting to drown out the dueling beckoning of Brian Hollywood and Ravenna. One wants to see the both of them suffer, and the other just wants to support her partner and get his job back. Each of them yell to Rhonin, commanding him to end the match. Ravenna calls out to him: "Joey!"
Suddenly, Rhonin looks up at her, eyes wide in both shock and confusion, and almost a sense of familiarity. He mouths the word once to himself: "Joey?"
Hollywood: FINISH HER!
Snapping back to reality, Rhonin lets out an angry, primal scream, almost a roar. He turns quickly to Ravenna, jumping to the air and driving his knees into her face: "The Way of the Warrior." She crumbles to the mat, out cold, and Rhonin drops once more to his knees.
Rhonin: AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!
He slowly climbs over Ravenna's motionless body, as the referee makes the count.
1..........
2..........
3..........
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chris: That's it. Rhonin has got his job back.
Ricky: It's about fucking time!
Chris: At what cost, though? Will this strain the relationship between these two?
Ricky: I'm more confused by what Ravenna yelled to him just before Rhonin dropped her.
Chris: I didn't quite hear what she said, but whatever it was, it got Rhonin's attention.
Ricky: Hold on. Brian Hollywood has something to say.
Chris: Wait, what the hell? Who the hell is that!?
Ricky: That's Alexander Atwater!
Without warning, Alexander Atwater storms the ring, sliding in behind Rhonin, who has gotten back to his feet at this point and turns around, walking right into a Superman punch from Atwater! Atwater bounces up and down excitedly, smiling to himself as he watches Rhonin struggle to his feet. Atwater leaps to the second rope, springboarding and clipping Rhonin in the back of his head with a flash kick that knocks Rhonin out cold.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: Congratulations, Rhonin- As of the referee's decision, you are reinstated in the PWX. Welcome back, you son of a bitch!
Brian throws the microphone at Rhonin's head, who still lays knocked unconscious beside Ravenna, as Atwater stands over the both of them with his arms raised in victory.
WINNER: RHONIN
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[The arena lights cut out as 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 begin to flicker as “Miseria Cantare” by AFI begins to echo throughout the arena]
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
[The arena explodes as John Pariah stands in the crowd-arms stretched in a crucifix, wearing a black hood and a red Owl mask]
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 John Pariah head through the crowd-and slide into the ring]
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 as Pariah poses on the ropes. He takes his hood and mask off, and looks over the crowd before pulling Schmieds mask out of his coat pocket. The crowd is mixed as he takes a microphone and smiles.]
Pariah: They say possession is nine tenths of the law. I’ve had this dirty, smelly, disgusting piece of trash in my possession for a couple of months-and I think Schmied kind of wants it back.
[The crowd pops a little, as Pariah chuckles.]
Pariah: Schmied, allow me to tell you one thing. You are not WORTHY of standing in this ring with me. For a decade and a half, I have been the gold standard in this business! For a decade and a half, I have been the name that everyone utters in reverence. For the last nine years I have been the cross bearer for PWX! I have been the man who has stepped aside, while other stars climb to the top, pandering to these people, and allowing everyone else to step ahead of me in line! For the better part of a decade, I have been the heart, soul, and entire infrastructure of this company-and I think its high time I stand seeing a return on my goddamn investment!
[The crowd is mixed, not sure what to make of Pariah’s statements.]
Pariah: Last week, I told Schmied that I had to become something else to save this company. I have to grow, I have to change, I have to evolve. Now you people may not like what you see before you-and to be perfectly honest-I don’t care.
[The crowd begins to boo.]
Pariah: I’m not here to be your hero, I’m not here to be a savior. I am here to be a destroyer. A talon, sent by the Court of Owls for one purpose, and one purpose alone.
Crowd: Fuck Zion! Fuck Zion! Fuck Zion!
Pariah: I am here to kill the machine, before the machine kills each and everyone here tonight. PWX was built on the backs of myself, of Michael Norcia, or John Ojeda. PWX was built on a foundation laid by Skylar Kelly, Adam James and Violent K. PWX was grown and fertilized by the Pete Ebdons, the Ness’s and the Brad Jacksons…..
[Each name garners a varied response from the crowd.]
Pariah: Last week, Schmied tasted Mirakuru. Last week, he saw the Gates of Gotham. Now Schmied…if you want your honor back, if you want your precious, than get your useless troll ass out here-so I can break your fucking neck!
[He throws the mic down, and undoes his jacket-throwing it to the floor waiting for a fight from Schmied.]
["Chalk Outline hits over the PA System in the arena as crowd immediately reigns a chorus of boos down. Schmied immediately comes barreling out of the PWX locker room, looking ready to kill someone. Darin Zion immediately comes pleading with Schmied to go to the back, but immediately Schmied yells at him "Get the fuck out of my way!" and shoves Zion to get down to the ring. Zion shrugs it off and rolls his eyes as Schmied comes down to the ring with John Pariah standing in the middle of the ring, staring down Pariah without fear. John Pariah immediately stares up towards Schmied, not backing down with the mask. Schmied breathes heavily and yanks the microphone immediately out of Pariah's hands. Schmied smiles sinsterly. He speaks with an awkward chill in his voice.]
Crowd: GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!
Schmied: Shut the fuck up! I'll fucking come out there and rip all your fucking heads off. When you speak to perfection like myself, you don't like, you don't mention shit like that. I'm Schmied! Now stop being retard internet wrestling fans. This is PWX, so go fucking down to your basements and masturbate with your mothers.
Crowd: FUCK YOU SCHMIED! FUCK YOU SCHMIED! FUCK YOU SCHMIED!
Pariah: These fans don’t want to hear what you and Darin did this weekend…..Hi Mrs. Zion.
Schmied: Pariah, let me tell you a short story about a man who lost everything. See this man's life got completely surrounded by loss of every kind. People took the man's innocence, the man's virginity, and the man only found sanctuary in his family. However, the world didn't think the man suffered enough. So the world struck back, burned the man's face. When the man got his face burned, mangled, and disfigured, the world laugh and STILL...didn't think it found satisfaction in the man's misery because he hid behind a mask. The world then decided to take the man's family in a fire, sent the man to live with his evil step family, but still the world didn't let the man live in peace. The world sent the man into the asylum because they thought he went crazy and never outlet his feelings.
[Schmied immediately shoves his face straight into Pariah's face passionately, glaring at his mask. Schmied continues to fixate on it as he furiously glares Pariah dead in the eye, focusing on breaking Pariah's spirit.]
Schmied: Just in case you didn't get it, you worthless piece of shit, that man's me.
[Pariah backs up for a moment, looking like he wants to take a swing at Schmied's head, but he cools down, realizing he's not on the roster and PWX could potentially sue him. Schmied backs up too, keeping the distance. While Schmied tries to control his temper, Schmied's face looks bright red through the mask he wears tonight, almost identical to the one Pariah holds in his hands.]
Schmied: Pariah, apparently you didn't key onto the context of me telling you my mask isn't some fucking fun game. So I'll lay it out for you. The mask in your hand was the mask I wore after the guy who murdered my family burned my face, broke my face, and let it fall almost to pieces. He happened to be the last man to touch my mask. Funny thing is, Pariah, they still cannot find his fucking body, and I cannot talk about what I did to him. What I did to you at Hostile Takeover IV wasn't personal, it was business. However, you wanted to take to Twitter and make jokes about my mask, calling it a trophy.
[Pariah smirks, taunting Schmied more with the mask to continue to piss off the monster within, hoping Schmied would break down. Schmied laughs.]
Schmied: Oh Pariah, same old shit, different day. You bring your Court to PWX thinking that you're the judge, jury, and executioner of PWX. However, I'm the man who decides if I let you live or die. But you're cute, mocking me now with my own mask. Very cute! Almost as cute as....well I'll let my special trip do the talking Pariah...roll the fucking footage.
[Immediately the cameras cut to a scene with the words "last week" on the bottom left hand part of the screen. We open up on a scene in black and white. The sun is brightly lit in a city park. We open up on a lot of children playing on merry-go-rounds, swings, and slides. We move towards a sandbox, near a park bench, off hidden away from all the parents in sight. Creepy Doll Box music starts playing softly in the background as we see a beautiful, small brown haired girl skips around the field in a circle. The girl starts to sing a song as she skips around the field without a care in the world.]
Girl: Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
[She continues to repeat the song for a moment, until the music immediately stops and a awkward vacuumed toned song starts playing with a soft bell song starts in the background. She immediately stops in her tracks and freezes, somewhat in fear, somewhat in awe. A giant shadow immediately emerges from the distance and slowly, and creepily approaches the little girl. She stops and looks up, almost in silence and the figure emerges from the distance: SCHMIED. He starts to eerily laugh as he approaches the little girl. He gets down on his knees and looks ever so maliciously into the girl's eyes, almost fixated on her. He awkwardly smiles at her, and caresses her brown hair so gently. He speaks rather "innocently" towards the little girl, so softly, so gently, so...creepy.]
Schmied: So I hear your name is Madison Olson. My! Oh, my! You look so beautiful today. Mommy and daddy sure dressed you up so nice for a nice day in the park.
[Schmied reaches down and extends his hand down, but Madison jerks back. However, she laughs at Schmied. Schmied, while raging due to what's going on behind the whole scenes. Schmied masks his anger, and plays nice. Schmied reaches into his bag and pulls out a gigantic long balloon and starts making a balloon animal. Madison immediately smiles and giggles for a moment while Schmied makes a balloon dog. Schmied reaches out and Madison quickly withdraws and takes the balloon from Schmied. She quietly and innocently speaks.]
Madison: Are you a clown, mister?
[Schmied pauses for a moment. You can see the wheels turning, almost sadistically. He slowly pats Madison on the head and nods.]
Schmied: Why yes! I am a clown...in fact your...DADDY sent me here as an apology gift for getting put into the hospital a few weeks ago. He wanted to make sure that I entertained you well today. I'm here to play games, make you smile, and make sure to take away all those bad memories that daddy put in your head. In fact, I brought you a dolly.
[Schmied immediately reaches into his bag and hands Madison a Pink Power Rangers doll he found at a DMV. She reaches over and celebrates.]
Madison: Thank you, Mister!
[She giggles as Schmied sticks his tongue out and starts running around like an idiot, almost showing a bit of a human emotion. Schmied picks Madison up and starts twirling her around like an airplane for a moment. She laughs and laughs, and again, Schmied smiles back, almost enjoying the situation, like a dad would.]
Madison: You're funny. And so is your face.
Schmied: Why yes, your daddy has something of mine that he promised to give me back after I gave you that gift.
[Schmied sets her down. He then reaches for a note and reaches over and pins it to her chest. You can clearly see through the white paper in red saying "I'm out for blood" written on the note in red marker. Schmied immediately reaches down and gives Madison a hug. He smiles, almost methodically at Madison.]
Schmied: Why don't you run along to mommy? Show her what I gave you! And make sure you get back rather quickly! We wouldn't want any strangers finding you here and doing something bad to you. Like that creep that keeps hurting your daddy! I'm sure he'll be fine...his pain will end soon.
[Madison's eyes tear up a bit, thinking about the last time her dad, John Pariah, sat in the hospital. She smiles back at Schmied, not knowing anything about what's going on.]
Madison: You promise?!
[Schmied immediately laughs methodically, almost creepily into the camera.]
Schmied: Oh, I promise!
[Madison smiles as she runs off. Schmied's smile grows sharper as the camera fades to black. The crowd immediately drowns the entire arena out in a sea of booing while Schmied looks at Pariah, completely satisfied with the reaction. Pariah stands there crippled, almost in tears. You can tell he remembers that day, looking at Schmied, ready to pounce him, rip his head off, and throw it into the crowd like a barbarian. Schmied's smile grows cross as he continues to speak.]
Crowd: Creepy bastard! Creepy bastard! Creepy bastard!
Schmied: So you tired of playing mind games with a monster yet Pariah? See you are worthless, you couldn't protect your little girl from me Pariah. I could have snapped her neck if I wanted to, but I at least have some decency in this world. It falls on your hands Pariah, I want the fucking mask back. High Stakes: I get it back, or I can easily make this the most personal battle you've ever had. Not like you're worthless ass can beat someone like me: perfect in every way. And I'll bulldoze your ass on my road to the PWX Championship match at the next PPV. You'll be the next sacrifice and your hide will look great on my personal tights made of human leather. I kill you, I move on to face Ojeda or Stryker and collect my prize: the PWX Championship. I'll do something your worthless fucking ass couldn't do. I'll not only win the PWX Championship.
[Schmied immediately gets right up in Pariah's face and laughs methodically as he speaks.]
Schmied: But I'll protect my baby, my undefeated streak, in the process, unlike your pathetic...
[Immediately Pariah strikes Schmied and both men immediately go at one another trading blows viciously. The crowd immediately pops as Pariah immediately goes for the low blow. Pariah grabs the microphone and strikes Schmied with it a few times. Schmied gets dizzy for a moment and almost falls down, but Pariah picks Schmied up and tries to hit the Real-Time Inertia on him. Schmied immediately rebounds and clotheslines Pariah so hard you could swear shit comes flying out of his ass.]
Crowd: Let's go, Pariah! Let's go, Pariah!
Chris: Wow! That's by far the creepiest thing I've ever watched a PWX superstar put on the air. It wasn't quite pedophilia, but you could sense that Schmied would have done whatever means necessary to get into the head of John Pariah. Is there nothing off limits to that guy?!
Ricky: I'd defend Schmied usually, but man, even to threaten Pariah's family, that's just the sickest thing I've ever seen. You can obviously tell Pariah will kill Schmied!
Chris: Not if Schmied doesn't kill Pariah first. I think Schmied successfully took Pariah to his level. Schmied was...sadly effective at getting Pariah to go bat shit insane. And now he's level Pariah with that vicious clothesline.
Ricky: Don't....WHOA!!!!
[Schmied immediately reaches down hoping to lock Pariah into the Tazzmission, but Pariah leaps to his feet and immediately grabs Schmied by the mask and hurls him over the top rope. Pariah rushes out to the ring like no tomorrow and immediately grabs a steel chair. He smacks Schmied with it a few times rather stiffly. As Pariah goes for a few more strikes, security immediately rushes down to the ring. Darin Zion immediately rushes down towards the ring, almost pissed off at both men. You can tell his face is bright red. Almost an entire police force of security comes down and immediately barricades themselves in between Pariah and Schmied.]
Darin Zion: Schmied, I'll deal with your fucking ass later for what happened. I love you and respect you, and I know Pariah's poison, but God damn, don't stoop to that bastard's level. Pariah, that's what fucking happens when you call out the beast from within. I've controlled Schmied for far too long. You want to unleash the inner beast and fuck with a mentally insane person I've kept at bay for almost 5 years, then be my guest. You play with the fucking devil, you're going to get burned you brood of a viper. So I'm going to tell you what I'm going to fucking do. Pariah, Schmied, since both of your fucking asses want to legally ruin PWX, I'm going to do one better here. You two will face off in an Unsanctioned First Blood Match at High Stakes. No records get effected, nothing. You two are allowed to kill the fuck out of one another, and PWX doesn't have to be legally responsible for the shit you cause one another mentally and physically. Now security, get these bastards out of here. Especially Pariah because his fucking ass isn't even on my roster!
[Zion proceeds with security up the ramp. As both Pariah and Schmied are separated for a moment, Schmied immediately plows through security and charges for Pariah, and Pariah busts through security and each man goes at it. Zion immediately rushes towards Schmied and back hands him and grabs him by the trunks. Schmied focuses on Zion as Zion waves the entire security force to go hold Pariah back. Schmied immediately comes to reality and looks down at Pariah who's struggling and walks off.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION!
Chris: Looks like Zion's letting Pariah and Schmied settle their issues like men.
Ricky: Yes, Pariah and Schmied will KILL one another to prove a point, and at High Stakes, it looks like we could possibly see someone end the other man's career. And I personally look forward to this blood bath.
[Zion continues to walk up the ramp disappointed as Schmied taunts Pariah and Pariah starts yelling "FUCK YOU, BASTARD at Schmied as the scene fades to black,]
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SINGLES MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with the two meeting in the center of the ring and shake hands. They immediately break away and Chase shoots in for the double leg. Chase gets it and drops Cash Money to the mat and goes for a texas cloverleaf. Money squirms and works his way to the ropes, before Chase can get it sinched in. The ref intervenes and Chase steps away. Money gets up and Chase heads towards him. Money grabs the ref and starts to hide behind him. Every time Chase tries to go around him, Money moves the ref, constantly keeping the ref between him and Chase. The crowd starts to laugh, and finally, the ref rips away from Cash Money. He points at Money and then points at Chase. Chase comes in and immediately Money grabs senior ref Ron McTaters and hides again. The ref immediately pulls away and Chase closes on Money dives between the ropes and Chase goes to grab him. The ref steps between them again and pulls Money in. Chase comes in again and again Money hides behind the ref. Mctaters, having had enough, turns around and lays several chops into Money, much to the delight of the crowd. The ref ducks behind Money and hooks his arms, holding Money for Chase. Chase walks up and starts to lay in with a series of stiff chops. Chase switches up and starts forearming Money. Ref McTaters lets go and Money stumbles around the ring, throwing wild punches at no one. He then waves buh-bye and falls down flat in the center of the ring.
Chris: Sorry ass Cash Money is running from Chase every chance he gets.
Ricky: He’s hiding behind the ref! What a pussy!
Chris: McTaters has had enough. Even the ref is beating Cash Money’s ass now!
Ricky: And Anton Chase just left that sorry ass wigger on dream street.
Chase picks up Money off the mat and sinches him from behind. Chase nails money with a half nelson suplex, rolls through, hits money with a full nelson suplex, rolls through and then hits Money with a straight jacket suplex. Money gets up confused and Chase hits him with a kick to the gut. Chase stuffs Money for a powerbomb and starts to set him up for Chaos Theory. Chase swings Money to slam him down, but Money botches it and folds up on his neck like an accordion. Chase quickly covers Money and the ref makes the count and then quickly throws up the X to get medical staff out there to save Cash Money’s sorry ass.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
ANTON CHASE vs CASH MONEY
The match opens up with the two meeting in the center of the ring and shake hands. They immediately break away and Chase shoots in for the double leg. Chase gets it and drops Cash Money to the mat and goes for a texas cloverleaf. Money squirms and works his way to the ropes, before Chase can get it sinched in. The ref intervenes and Chase steps away. Money gets up and Chase heads towards him. Money grabs the ref and starts to hide behind him. Every time Chase tries to go around him, Money moves the ref, constantly keeping the ref between him and Chase. The crowd starts to laugh, and finally, the ref rips away from Cash Money. He points at Money and then points at Chase. Chase comes in and immediately Money grabs senior ref Ron McTaters and hides again. The ref immediately pulls away and Chase closes on Money dives between the ropes and Chase goes to grab him. The ref steps between them again and pulls Money in. Chase comes in again and again Money hides behind the ref. Mctaters, having had enough, turns around and lays several chops into Money, much to the delight of the crowd. The ref ducks behind Money and hooks his arms, holding Money for Chase. Chase walks up and starts to lay in with a series of stiff chops. Chase switches up and starts forearming Money. Ref McTaters lets go and Money stumbles around the ring, throwing wild punches at no one. He then waves buh-bye and falls down flat in the center of the ring.
Chris: Sorry ass Cash Money is running from Chase every chance he gets.
Ricky: He’s hiding behind the ref! What a pussy!
Chris: McTaters has had enough. Even the ref is beating Cash Money’s ass now!
Ricky: And Anton Chase just left that sorry ass wigger on dream street.
Chase picks up Money off the mat and sinches him from behind. Chase nails money with a half nelson suplex, rolls through, hits money with a full nelson suplex, rolls through and then hits Money with a straight jacket suplex. Money gets up confused and Chase hits him with a kick to the gut. Chase stuffs Money for a powerbomb and starts to set him up for Chaos Theory. Chase swings Money to slam him down, but Money botches it and folds up on his neck like an accordion. Chase quickly covers Money and the ref makes the count and then quickly throws up the X to get medical staff out there to save Cash Money’s sorry ass.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
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As Nighthawk tapes up his fists, making sure to take extra care to wrap up around his right hand, the door slowly yawns open and in walks a cocky-seeming Shawn Lester.
Nighthawk, pulling on a University of Michigan t-shirt over his head: "I know what you're thinking, Shawn. Explicitly. It's in your face. You're wondering if Jason and I are scared, or if we're in over our heads. It's a fair question, you lackey. There is a real chance that we've bitten off more than we can chew. The question, though, is this: Before we fall, how much will we take out of Vox Populi? Make no mistake, this is personal now. It didn't have to be, but it is."
Jason Aries, pulling on a #80 Cris Carter Minnesota Vikings jersey: "Shawn let's get one thing straight at the end of the day could we lose yes we could but to be honest this is not about wins and loses this is something that means so much more respect. The two men that stand in front of us seem to have forgotten what that is and now they want to take it to the streets as they say? The words that have come out of their mouth show me that these two men seem to think they already have this situation handled and with that will be their down fall. Shawn I want you to go back and you tell these two that they are about to be in the worst company that being bad company."
He glares at Shawn and begins backing him out the door as Night Hawk finally holds him back as Shawn almost runs out of the door.
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#1 CONTENDER'S MATCH FOR THE NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP
ALEXANDER ATWATER vs DAVID WILSON
The match kicks off with Wilson and Atwater circling each other in the center of the ring. Atwater snaps off a couple of quick jabs that don’t hit Wilson, but keep him from shooting in on the bigger man. Atwater throws a front kick and Wilson shoots in for the single leg. Wilson gets it, but Atwater immediately rolls through it and tries to hook in an arm bar. Wilson spins away from it and latches onto Atwater’s leg, looking for an ankle lock. Atwater rolls clear and kicks Wilson away. Wilson bounces off the ropes, Atwater kips up quickly, and jumps up catching Wilson with a Pele Kick as he comes back off the ropes. Wilson goes down in the center of the ring.
Chris: This is a match of clashing styles and sizes, but a match between two amazing competitors in a PWX ring.
Ricky: That’s right Chris. Atwater has been very impressive since he debuted, and everyone knows David Wilson is a monster inside that ring. He can high fly with the best of them.
Chris: Yes Ricky, a striker versus an aerial artist in the ring. The fans are sure in for a treat.
Ricky: Atwater with the Pele Kick! But that certain won’t be enough for Wilson.
Wilson gets up quickly, shaking off the Pele kick Atwater attempts to throw a front kick at Wilson and he moves again, attempting to whip Atwater into the ropes. Atwater reverses and launches Wilson into the ropes. Wilson springboards off the middle ropes and nails Atwater with a quick springboard moonsault. Atwater goes down, Wilson hops up, and immediately drops a jumping leg drop on Atwater. Wilson gets up charges, jumps up to the top turnbuckle and then does a corkscrew moonsault onto Atwater. Wilson nails it, rolls clear of him, and then scrambles over to Atwater to go for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Atwater kicks out!
Ricky: Wilson hit the springboard moonsault. He’s back in this thing.
Chris: This is what we were talking about in the clashing of styles. I’m not sure the young striker knows how to deal with the aerial attack.
Ricky: This may be the first time he’s seeing an accomplished aerial wrestler like Wilson. He might not know how to handle it.
Chris: He kicked out though. The kid has heart. But heart may not be enough to beat David Wilson.
Wilson gets up and goes to stomp on Atwater. Atwater rolls out of the way. Wilson goes to kick Atwater in the head, but Atwater ducks it and gets up. Atwater lays in with a series of rights and lefts to Wilson’s body that work progressively up his body. Atwater lays in three good forearms to Wilson’s jaw and then nails Wilson with a spinning backfist. Wilson hits the mat like a sack of shit. Atwater dives on top of him, trying to sinch in a rear naked choke. Wilson struggles against it, rolling to try and get free. Atwater catches an opening and sinches his arm around Wilson’s neck. Wilson struggles to get free but can’t. The ref checks to see if he wants to tap, but Wilson continues to struggle, dragging both of them across the ring. Wilson gets his foot on the bottom rope to break the hold and the ref comes in for his count. Atwater breaks at four.
Chris: Atwater is laying in with the strikes. He’s really putting the hammers on Wilson.
Ricky: You don’t see many men throw punches like that in PWX. Only the world champ comes to mind on that one.
Chris: The kid is a born striker. But Wilson isn’t down and out of this by any means. He’s got the cunning and savvy to put this kid away.
Ricky: He’s got the ropes. Atwater has to break the hold! But he doesn’t look happy about it.
Wilson gets up and catches Atwater charging in with a back elbow. Atwater gets up using the turnbuckle and swings at Wilson, but Wilson ducks it and gets behind Atwater. Wilson nails Atwater with a reverse STO in the turnbuckle, and leaves him laying there. Wilson jumps up and uses the ropes as a springboard and hits a five star moonsault on Atwater. Wilson sees Atwater in the heap and takes advantage and grabs Atwater, hooking him in the Union Jack Stretch. Atwater starts to flail wildly at the pain the hold causes and desperately tries to escape with strikes to Wilson. Wilson repositions himself and Atwater can’t hit him. Atwater turns his body and hooks a hand on the bottom rope. The ref gets in trying to get Wilson to break the hold and he does so at four.
Chris: Wilson is back in this thing. These two are really going at it in there. This is a back and forth match.
Ricky: Wilson is handling the bigger man quite well, but the rookie is surviving in there.
Chris: He’s not just surviving Ricky, he’s thriving.
Ricky: This is going to be interesting in the coming minutes here Chris.
Wilson gets up and tries to drag Atwater away from the ropes. Atwater kicks him away and gets up to his feet quickly. Wilson comes at him and jumps up to hit him with the Bullseye, but Atwater ducks it. Atwater returns the favor with the dragon’s tail and kicks Wilson square in the mouth. Wilson drops and Atwater jumps on the chance to hook him in a knee bar. Wilson kicks Atwater a few times to get him off and then jumps up and nails him with the bullseye. Atwater goes down hard and slides out of the ring in the process. Wilson charges and dives over the top rope, nailing Atwater with a corkscrew plancha. Just as he does, the bell rings and the ring announcer comes on over the loud speaker.
Alexis Lace: This match has gone to a TIME LIMIT DRAW
CROWD: BOO! FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES!
“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed hits the speakers and Brian Hollywood steps out onto the stage with a microphone in his hands. The referee has firmly turned his attention towards Brian Hollywood. Wilson slides in the ring and stands up, staring at Hollywood as well.
Brian Hollywood: This is a number one contenders match! Restart this until we have a winner!
Atwater slides into the ring with a chair in his hand, while the ref still has his back turned. Wilson looks at Atwater and shakes his head, knowing he’ll get the chair away from him. Atwater laughs, swings the chair at the turnbuckle, denting it all to hell and making a loud noise. He quickly tosses the chair to Wilson and lays down in the center of the ring. The ref turns around just in time to see Wilson holding a half destroyed chair and standing over the prone Atwater. The ref turns and looks at Wilson and then rings the bell and runs to the ropes to give the ring announcer his report.
Alexis Lace: The winner of the match by Disqualification… ALEXANDER ATWATER!
Wilson flips out and grabs the referee, and hits him with Wilson’s End as Atwater slides out of the ring laughing and pointing at his head. Wilson gets up, flips off Atwater as he backs up the ramp and Wilson stomps around the ring angry. The cameras go back to the announcer crew.
WINNER: ALEXANDER ATWATER
ALEXANDER ATWATER vs DAVID WILSON
The match kicks off with Wilson and Atwater circling each other in the center of the ring. Atwater snaps off a couple of quick jabs that don’t hit Wilson, but keep him from shooting in on the bigger man. Atwater throws a front kick and Wilson shoots in for the single leg. Wilson gets it, but Atwater immediately rolls through it and tries to hook in an arm bar. Wilson spins away from it and latches onto Atwater’s leg, looking for an ankle lock. Atwater rolls clear and kicks Wilson away. Wilson bounces off the ropes, Atwater kips up quickly, and jumps up catching Wilson with a Pele Kick as he comes back off the ropes. Wilson goes down in the center of the ring.
Chris: This is a match of clashing styles and sizes, but a match between two amazing competitors in a PWX ring.
Ricky: That’s right Chris. Atwater has been very impressive since he debuted, and everyone knows David Wilson is a monster inside that ring. He can high fly with the best of them.
Chris: Yes Ricky, a striker versus an aerial artist in the ring. The fans are sure in for a treat.
Ricky: Atwater with the Pele Kick! But that certain won’t be enough for Wilson.
Wilson gets up quickly, shaking off the Pele kick Atwater attempts to throw a front kick at Wilson and he moves again, attempting to whip Atwater into the ropes. Atwater reverses and launches Wilson into the ropes. Wilson springboards off the middle ropes and nails Atwater with a quick springboard moonsault. Atwater goes down, Wilson hops up, and immediately drops a jumping leg drop on Atwater. Wilson gets up charges, jumps up to the top turnbuckle and then does a corkscrew moonsault onto Atwater. Wilson nails it, rolls clear of him, and then scrambles over to Atwater to go for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Atwater kicks out!
Ricky: Wilson hit the springboard moonsault. He’s back in this thing.
Chris: This is what we were talking about in the clashing of styles. I’m not sure the young striker knows how to deal with the aerial attack.
Ricky: This may be the first time he’s seeing an accomplished aerial wrestler like Wilson. He might not know how to handle it.
Chris: He kicked out though. The kid has heart. But heart may not be enough to beat David Wilson.
Wilson gets up and goes to stomp on Atwater. Atwater rolls out of the way. Wilson goes to kick Atwater in the head, but Atwater ducks it and gets up. Atwater lays in with a series of rights and lefts to Wilson’s body that work progressively up his body. Atwater lays in three good forearms to Wilson’s jaw and then nails Wilson with a spinning backfist. Wilson hits the mat like a sack of shit. Atwater dives on top of him, trying to sinch in a rear naked choke. Wilson struggles against it, rolling to try and get free. Atwater catches an opening and sinches his arm around Wilson’s neck. Wilson struggles to get free but can’t. The ref checks to see if he wants to tap, but Wilson continues to struggle, dragging both of them across the ring. Wilson gets his foot on the bottom rope to break the hold and the ref comes in for his count. Atwater breaks at four.
Chris: Atwater is laying in with the strikes. He’s really putting the hammers on Wilson.
Ricky: You don’t see many men throw punches like that in PWX. Only the world champ comes to mind on that one.
Chris: The kid is a born striker. But Wilson isn’t down and out of this by any means. He’s got the cunning and savvy to put this kid away.
Ricky: He’s got the ropes. Atwater has to break the hold! But he doesn’t look happy about it.
Wilson gets up and catches Atwater charging in with a back elbow. Atwater gets up using the turnbuckle and swings at Wilson, but Wilson ducks it and gets behind Atwater. Wilson nails Atwater with a reverse STO in the turnbuckle, and leaves him laying there. Wilson jumps up and uses the ropes as a springboard and hits a five star moonsault on Atwater. Wilson sees Atwater in the heap and takes advantage and grabs Atwater, hooking him in the Union Jack Stretch. Atwater starts to flail wildly at the pain the hold causes and desperately tries to escape with strikes to Wilson. Wilson repositions himself and Atwater can’t hit him. Atwater turns his body and hooks a hand on the bottom rope. The ref gets in trying to get Wilson to break the hold and he does so at four.
Chris: Wilson is back in this thing. These two are really going at it in there. This is a back and forth match.
Ricky: Wilson is handling the bigger man quite well, but the rookie is surviving in there.
Chris: He’s not just surviving Ricky, he’s thriving.
Ricky: This is going to be interesting in the coming minutes here Chris.
Wilson gets up and tries to drag Atwater away from the ropes. Atwater kicks him away and gets up to his feet quickly. Wilson comes at him and jumps up to hit him with the Bullseye, but Atwater ducks it. Atwater returns the favor with the dragon’s tail and kicks Wilson square in the mouth. Wilson drops and Atwater jumps on the chance to hook him in a knee bar. Wilson kicks Atwater a few times to get him off and then jumps up and nails him with the bullseye. Atwater goes down hard and slides out of the ring in the process. Wilson charges and dives over the top rope, nailing Atwater with a corkscrew plancha. Just as he does, the bell rings and the ring announcer comes on over the loud speaker.
Alexis Lace: This match has gone to a TIME LIMIT DRAW
CROWD: BOO! FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES!
“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed hits the speakers and Brian Hollywood steps out onto the stage with a microphone in his hands. The referee has firmly turned his attention towards Brian Hollywood. Wilson slides in the ring and stands up, staring at Hollywood as well.
Brian Hollywood: This is a number one contenders match! Restart this until we have a winner!
Atwater slides into the ring with a chair in his hand, while the ref still has his back turned. Wilson looks at Atwater and shakes his head, knowing he’ll get the chair away from him. Atwater laughs, swings the chair at the turnbuckle, denting it all to hell and making a loud noise. He quickly tosses the chair to Wilson and lays down in the center of the ring. The ref turns around just in time to see Wilson holding a half destroyed chair and standing over the prone Atwater. The ref turns and looks at Wilson and then rings the bell and runs to the ropes to give the ring announcer his report.
Alexis Lace: The winner of the match by Disqualification… ALEXANDER ATWATER!
Wilson flips out and grabs the referee, and hits him with Wilson’s End as Atwater slides out of the ring laughing and pointing at his head. Wilson gets up, flips off Atwater as he backs up the ramp and Wilson stomps around the ring angry. The cameras go back to the announcer crew.
WINNER: ALEXANDER ATWATER
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NON-TITLE MATCH
NIKKI BLADE vs SAMUEL "COLT" HANSON w/NOAH HANSON
[Nikki Blade and Samuel "Colt" Hanson stand in the ring and shake hands and the bell immediately goes off. Nikki charges at Colt and tosses him into the turnbuckle, and Nikki tries to pick Colt up, but Colt immediately nails a punch straight into Nikki's head. Colt fires a few knee shots to Nikki's head, knocking her a bit stupid. Colt then locks Ashley into a menacing headlock before he immediately sees Nikki getting to the ropes. As Colt rolls Nikki over to work on her legs, she immediately tosses Colt with her legs across the ring. Colt tries to come at her with an axe handle, but Nikki immediately fires an enzuguri at him and nails him in the head stiffly. Nikki picks up Colt and bulldog him. She tries to fire a leg drop on Colt's chest, but Colt rolls out of the way.]
Chris: Sam Hanson's doing a fine job at proving he definitely can hold his own against the PWX NXT GN Champion. Definitely something that no ordinary combatant could end up doing again Nikki.
Ricky: Yes, but don't forget, Blade's a bit of a rebel rouser herself. She will mess up Colt's face.
Chris: Yes, as she's about to....
Ricky: OUCH! That hurt!
Chris: No kidding, that pele kick was really stiff. She's got his legs and...
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!
[After Nikki hits the Pele Kick from out of nowhere as Colt struggles back to his feet after kicking out of Blade's pin attempt. Blade then grabs Colt, but he immediately locks her into a dragon sleeper from out of nowhere. Colt holds Blade into that hold until she muscles her way and uses her body to flex out of the hold. She manages to hit Colt with a Northern Lights Suplex bridge cover, but only gets a two count. She starts to charge right at Colt, but instead, Colt delivers a hellacious walking clothesline and meets Nikki's skull stiffly. She then tries to hit a Hurracanarana onto Samuel, but he immediately sambos her onto the ground. He sits on her UFC style and ground and pounds her in the head for a moment, tries to slower her down. He continues to nail her in the head stiffly. The referee pulls Samuel Hanson off Blade and Hanson starts to yell at the referee.]
Chris: Hanson had the upper hand on Blade there, but he was hitting her with illegal fists.
Ricky: There's no such thing as illegal fisting! Especially in PWX!
Chris: Unleass you rape NIkki Blade, then she'll kill you.
[Nikki gets back to her feet and Colt charges her with a soft spear towards the ground. He mounts her again and starts laying into her head again. As he does, she rolls over on the ground and rebounds. She straddles him for a change and immediately nails him in the face with a few slaps. Nikki then grabs Samuel into the air. She struggles for a moment, but she immediately suplexes him to show off her strength towards the crowd, which pop immediately for the feat of strength. Colt rebounds afterwards, dazed. He starts swinging, but she taunts him, then slaps him across the face. Colt goes mad, then tries to swing at Nikki again. Nikki grabs Colt's arm and locks it up and throws him down with a DDT. Nikki then grabs Colt and locks him into a triangle choke. However as Blade gets the match under her control, Colt Hanson picks her up and tries to drop her. However, as he tries, she immediately unleashes an hurricanarana on him and takes him down. She locks in the legs for the pin fall.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH....NO!!!!
Ricky: HOLY CRAP! She just took someone who's a hundred pounds and almost pinned him up.
Chris: And Colt doesn't look too happy and...SHIT! STRAIGHT OUT UPPERCUT STRAIGHT TO NIKKI'S JAW! She's going to feel that one when Ojeda tries to make out with her again tomorrow night.
Ricky: Maybe I've got the healing touch.
Chris: Just shut up! Colt's about to dominate her. Show her who's boss!
[Hanson immediately shoots Nikki into the corner. He throws some elbows against Nikki's head. Colt then goes backwards a few times and drives his head directly into the stomach of Nikki Blade. She coughs a few times after Colt drives his head straight into her gut. He then whips her away, pulls her back, and slaps on a Gogoplatta on her. Showing he's picked up a few MMA moves, you can tell it's a bit weak. She doesn't struggle with it, and Colt doesn't lock it in terribly. He's just trying to restrain her. Colt releases the hold after a bit when she grabs the ropes. As Sam Hanson gets up, Blade tries to come back, wore out. She tries to throw a few punches, but Samuel Hanson catches those punches. He twists her hands down and then hits a few quick strikes and a knife edge chops against her body. He then hits a belly to belly side suplex on Nikki again. He smashes her directly into the teeth, causing blood to come running out of her mouth, but no missing teeth. Hanson taunts as the crowd gets pissed off.]
Chris: What a big man! He smashed Nikki's mouth in! How dare he do that to a lady!
Ricky: Like you?! I'd pay money to come see Samuel Hanson come smack your ass around the ring a few times. This is definitely an easy match for Samuel. I may have to let my fetish for leather stay out of the way of this match.
[Nikki checks her mouth and immediately starts fuming. She gets back up and from nowhere hits a school girl. The referee gets on the mat and starts to count.]
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
[She immediately slaps the mat and hits a missile dropkick as Sam gets back to his feet. She then hits a jumping double boot straight to Sam's face, smashing it a few times. Noah slaps the mat a few times to get the crowd to rally behind Sam, but the crowd continues to back the underdog in this match. Nikki then locks a figure four onto Sam's legs, but he over powers her. She tries to land a few punches, but he blocks, and vice versa. However, she knees him in the stomach and hits a scissor kick on his head. She climbs the rope and signals for a leg drop.]
Chris: She's going high flying. She's signaling for her patented leg drop. The champion is definitely merciless...
Ricky; And she's gone splat! I think I see her spleen on the mat.
[Nikki hits the mat as Samuel regains control of the match. He picks her up and hits a basic body slam on her, but he does it stiffly. He then picks her up and holds a bear hug onto her for a few moments before she slaps him across the ears. She rushes and nails a running knee to the side of his face. Nikki then tries to regain control by hitting a DDT, but Samuel Hanson picks her up in a suplex move. He stalls there for a 10 seconds before he drops her directly on her back stiffly. He then places her in a camel clutch, hoping to weaken her back. However, Nikki starts to slowly crawl towards the ropes. As she starts to get towards the ropes, Sam pulls her away. He locks heavily into the lock. The referee immediately grabs her arm as she fades out.]
*DROP*
Ricky: Looks like Nikki's going limp right now. She's definitely making her banned boy bitch proud. He loves it limp.
*DROP*
Chris: Samuel could clinch himself a NXT GN Champion shot along with the number 1 contender. Do NOT GIVE UP....
Ricky: IS SHE?!
*DRRRRR*
Chris: NO! And she's used inertia to flip him up for a pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEE....NO!!!!!!!
Ricky: WOW, she's flexible! I hope she'll go on a date with me!
[Nikki reverses the hold and locked Sam into a pin, but he kicked out. Nikki then immediately tries to go for a running hammer shot across the face, but Sam blocks. Sam tries to go for a few punches, but Nikki blocks them. Nikki then takes her momentum and tries to hit a few kicks across Samuel's face. But he catches her leg. He tries to hit a capture suplex, but, Nikki slaps Sam's ear good and disorients him. He tries to swing as she comes charging, but she immediately locks in and connects with the VENOM! She immediately hooks Samuel's leg.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ricky: SHE DID IT!
Chris: She took down an old fighter and planted him good! Definitely don't see a good shoot fight ever in PWX. But both combatants did great.
Alexis Lace: Here's your winner of the match: Nikki BLADE!!!!
[Nikki hugs Alexis and grabs her NXT GN Championship and holds it in the air. She immediately walks to the back with it draped across her shoulder as the match cuts to black.]
WINNER: NIKKI BLADE
NIKKI BLADE vs SAMUEL "COLT" HANSON w/NOAH HANSON
[Nikki Blade and Samuel "Colt" Hanson stand in the ring and shake hands and the bell immediately goes off. Nikki charges at Colt and tosses him into the turnbuckle, and Nikki tries to pick Colt up, but Colt immediately nails a punch straight into Nikki's head. Colt fires a few knee shots to Nikki's head, knocking her a bit stupid. Colt then locks Ashley into a menacing headlock before he immediately sees Nikki getting to the ropes. As Colt rolls Nikki over to work on her legs, she immediately tosses Colt with her legs across the ring. Colt tries to come at her with an axe handle, but Nikki immediately fires an enzuguri at him and nails him in the head stiffly. Nikki picks up Colt and bulldog him. She tries to fire a leg drop on Colt's chest, but Colt rolls out of the way.]
Chris: Sam Hanson's doing a fine job at proving he definitely can hold his own against the PWX NXT GN Champion. Definitely something that no ordinary combatant could end up doing again Nikki.
Ricky: Yes, but don't forget, Blade's a bit of a rebel rouser herself. She will mess up Colt's face.
Chris: Yes, as she's about to....
Ricky: OUCH! That hurt!
Chris: No kidding, that pele kick was really stiff. She's got his legs and...
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!
[After Nikki hits the Pele Kick from out of nowhere as Colt struggles back to his feet after kicking out of Blade's pin attempt. Blade then grabs Colt, but he immediately locks her into a dragon sleeper from out of nowhere. Colt holds Blade into that hold until she muscles her way and uses her body to flex out of the hold. She manages to hit Colt with a Northern Lights Suplex bridge cover, but only gets a two count. She starts to charge right at Colt, but instead, Colt delivers a hellacious walking clothesline and meets Nikki's skull stiffly. She then tries to hit a Hurracanarana onto Samuel, but he immediately sambos her onto the ground. He sits on her UFC style and ground and pounds her in the head for a moment, tries to slower her down. He continues to nail her in the head stiffly. The referee pulls Samuel Hanson off Blade and Hanson starts to yell at the referee.]
Chris: Hanson had the upper hand on Blade there, but he was hitting her with illegal fists.
Ricky: There's no such thing as illegal fisting! Especially in PWX!
Chris: Unleass you rape NIkki Blade, then she'll kill you.
[Nikki gets back to her feet and Colt charges her with a soft spear towards the ground. He mounts her again and starts laying into her head again. As he does, she rolls over on the ground and rebounds. She straddles him for a change and immediately nails him in the face with a few slaps. Nikki then grabs Samuel into the air. She struggles for a moment, but she immediately suplexes him to show off her strength towards the crowd, which pop immediately for the feat of strength. Colt rebounds afterwards, dazed. He starts swinging, but she taunts him, then slaps him across the face. Colt goes mad, then tries to swing at Nikki again. Nikki grabs Colt's arm and locks it up and throws him down with a DDT. Nikki then grabs Colt and locks him into a triangle choke. However as Blade gets the match under her control, Colt Hanson picks her up and tries to drop her. However, as he tries, she immediately unleashes an hurricanarana on him and takes him down. She locks in the legs for the pin fall.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH....NO!!!!
Ricky: HOLY CRAP! She just took someone who's a hundred pounds and almost pinned him up.
Chris: And Colt doesn't look too happy and...SHIT! STRAIGHT OUT UPPERCUT STRAIGHT TO NIKKI'S JAW! She's going to feel that one when Ojeda tries to make out with her again tomorrow night.
Ricky: Maybe I've got the healing touch.
Chris: Just shut up! Colt's about to dominate her. Show her who's boss!
[Hanson immediately shoots Nikki into the corner. He throws some elbows against Nikki's head. Colt then goes backwards a few times and drives his head directly into the stomach of Nikki Blade. She coughs a few times after Colt drives his head straight into her gut. He then whips her away, pulls her back, and slaps on a Gogoplatta on her. Showing he's picked up a few MMA moves, you can tell it's a bit weak. She doesn't struggle with it, and Colt doesn't lock it in terribly. He's just trying to restrain her. Colt releases the hold after a bit when she grabs the ropes. As Sam Hanson gets up, Blade tries to come back, wore out. She tries to throw a few punches, but Samuel Hanson catches those punches. He twists her hands down and then hits a few quick strikes and a knife edge chops against her body. He then hits a belly to belly side suplex on Nikki again. He smashes her directly into the teeth, causing blood to come running out of her mouth, but no missing teeth. Hanson taunts as the crowd gets pissed off.]
Chris: What a big man! He smashed Nikki's mouth in! How dare he do that to a lady!
Ricky: Like you?! I'd pay money to come see Samuel Hanson come smack your ass around the ring a few times. This is definitely an easy match for Samuel. I may have to let my fetish for leather stay out of the way of this match.
[Nikki checks her mouth and immediately starts fuming. She gets back up and from nowhere hits a school girl. The referee gets on the mat and starts to count.]
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
[She immediately slaps the mat and hits a missile dropkick as Sam gets back to his feet. She then hits a jumping double boot straight to Sam's face, smashing it a few times. Noah slaps the mat a few times to get the crowd to rally behind Sam, but the crowd continues to back the underdog in this match. Nikki then locks a figure four onto Sam's legs, but he over powers her. She tries to land a few punches, but he blocks, and vice versa. However, she knees him in the stomach and hits a scissor kick on his head. She climbs the rope and signals for a leg drop.]
Chris: She's going high flying. She's signaling for her patented leg drop. The champion is definitely merciless...
Ricky; And she's gone splat! I think I see her spleen on the mat.
[Nikki hits the mat as Samuel regains control of the match. He picks her up and hits a basic body slam on her, but he does it stiffly. He then picks her up and holds a bear hug onto her for a few moments before she slaps him across the ears. She rushes and nails a running knee to the side of his face. Nikki then tries to regain control by hitting a DDT, but Samuel Hanson picks her up in a suplex move. He stalls there for a 10 seconds before he drops her directly on her back stiffly. He then places her in a camel clutch, hoping to weaken her back. However, Nikki starts to slowly crawl towards the ropes. As she starts to get towards the ropes, Sam pulls her away. He locks heavily into the lock. The referee immediately grabs her arm as she fades out.]
*DROP*
Ricky: Looks like Nikki's going limp right now. She's definitely making her banned boy bitch proud. He loves it limp.
*DROP*
Chris: Samuel could clinch himself a NXT GN Champion shot along with the number 1 contender. Do NOT GIVE UP....
Ricky: IS SHE?!
*DRRRRR*
Chris: NO! And she's used inertia to flip him up for a pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEE....NO!!!!!!!
Ricky: WOW, she's flexible! I hope she'll go on a date with me!
[Nikki reverses the hold and locked Sam into a pin, but he kicked out. Nikki then immediately tries to go for a running hammer shot across the face, but Sam blocks. Sam tries to go for a few punches, but Nikki blocks them. Nikki then takes her momentum and tries to hit a few kicks across Samuel's face. But he catches her leg. He tries to hit a capture suplex, but, Nikki slaps Sam's ear good and disorients him. He tries to swing as she comes charging, but she immediately locks in and connects with the VENOM! She immediately hooks Samuel's leg.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ricky: SHE DID IT!
Chris: She took down an old fighter and planted him good! Definitely don't see a good shoot fight ever in PWX. But both combatants did great.
Alexis Lace: Here's your winner of the match: Nikki BLADE!!!!
[Nikki hugs Alexis and grabs her NXT GN Championship and holds it in the air. She immediately walks to the back with it draped across her shoulder as the match cuts to black.]
WINNER: NIKKI BLADE
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[We cut backstage where we see Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, heading towards the ring. He looks like he's in a rather interestingly good mood.]
Chris: Hollywood looks like he's accomplished something rather curious.
Ricky: Mr. Hollywood apparently is heading out to the ring for something. I can't wait to hear what it could be!
Chris: Well we will find that out.....next!
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"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd start revving in boos. Out from the back, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, comes walking down the ramp in his business suit.
Chris: And here comes the boss.
Ricky: Aw man, where's the limo at tonight?!
Chris: Probably in the back in a secure, undisclosed sight.
Ricky: Wouldn't surprise me. Especially after Mr. Hollywood's last stunt with what happened with his limo. I had asked him how much it cost to get his limo repaired and he laughed and told me it was a janitors hourly wager to him.
Hollywood makes his way towards the ring ropes and walks up the steel ring steps. He gets in the ring and gets a microphone from a stagehand. Hollywood stands in the middle of the ring as his music fades out. The crowd start to boo loudly as Hollywood just stands in the ring and looks around the arena. A cocky smile comes across his face as he lifts the mic up to speak.
Hollywood: Hey Montreal, do you hear that? If you all just shut the fuck up for just a few moments, maybe you'd hear what I hear!
The crowd start booing Hollywood loudly.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Hollywood: Now I remember what was so unoriginal about fucking Canada! The fact that you guys have nothing to say when I genuinely insult you! Canada is fucking pathetic! I can't wait until this god damn tour is over!
Crowd: BOO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Hollywood: Ah, that's more like it! But really, you guys are truly fucking pathetic! But enough about you guys, let's talk about why I'm out here tonight. You see, I feel more accomplished in one night than I have been for at least the last few months. I mean, I've always felt accomplished but it's been awhile since I got something accomplished without something going stupidly wrong or some dumb fuck cunt ass bitch interfering with those accomplishments. But tonight? Complete silence and establishment!
Chris: It has been pretty quite around here tonight.
Ricky: Shut the fuck up! The boss is talking!
Hollywood: You know, whether I'm waging war with the Best Alliance over in HOW or waging war with the PWX roster, I can honestly say it feels good to have some piece and quiet. I mean, I finally don't have to hear cunt mother fuckers complaining to me about depriving them of their character and their integrity and then go emo on themselves because they were confused about who they were.
Chris: Oh boy, this can't be good. I have a pretty good idea I know who he's talking about.
Ricky: Are you talking about that hypocritical faggot, Caliban? Is it that sad that I already know what he's talking about?
Hollywood starts to laugh as he shakes his head and brings the mic back up to his mouth.
Hollywood: Yes I know, he stands out THAT much! It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that I'm talking about Jordan fucking Caliban. The guy was a worthless piece of shit and I used him exactly to what his purpose was....NOTHING! All that prick talked about was how he was going to take me down because "that's what he does" and how he's done that in every company. Newsflash asshole, you can't outsmart yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood! I played your ass from the very beginning! Every time you got closer to comfort levels, I yanked everything away from your sorry ass. You were always my bitch Caliban and there was NEVER going to be a time where you ever took me down! I'm too great and too smart for you. In fact, I'm just down right better than you and I never felt like there would be a moment ever wasted on your pathetic fucking ass. You see, Jordan, the world doesn't revolve around you. The world doesn't bow to you in these borders. No...you bow to ME! Here in PWX, we mean business and business is always what's best in my eyes! Jordan...I took EVERYTHING away from you and in the end, what did you do? You did exactly what I KNEW you would do from the very beginning...take your fucking ball and go home! You could never handle the big leagues and I see that finally got through your fucking head. Let me give you a little bit of another newsflash Jordan...nobody is ever going to remember you...nobody is ever going to care for what you did here in PWX. In my opinion, everyone already forgot your worthless ass! I turned everything against you Jordan and I know how damaging that must be for your ego...but mines BIGGER! Mine is far more established and when it comes to PWX, there's only one thing people are going to remember about you Jordan...you were weak, pointless and could never back up your shit in the ring! All you are is a coward Jordan...your just a man when push came to shove that couldn't handle the pressure. Your nothing but garbage Jordan and in the end, I'm the one still standing! Caliban, consider yourself....FIRED! And since I'm in such a good mood for jokes today, your no longer Caliban......your now.....CaliBANNED!
Hollywood starts to laugh methodically as the crowd just drown him in continuous boos.
Hollywood: God that felt so good to say! What did you people ever see in that fucktard? It doesn't matter where that little prick goes...he will never be successful in anything he does. All he is talk and no show...and then when it boils down to it, he takes his ball and goes home and cries and bitches like a little fucking girl. Calibanned will never see the light of day in a PWX ring again..you can bet that as an Executive Promise! But now that my plan worked and I exposed him to the fraud he really is, I can go about my business as usual and speaking of...
Hollywood smiles as he pauses and adjusts his suit tie. The crowd are drowning out the arena as Hollywood is just enjoying himself right now.
Chris: Hollywood in super douche mode tonight.
Ricky: You know nothing of our boss! Mr. Hollywood speaks nothing but truth! He's absolutely right! Every time I think of the name Jordan Caliban I just want to shoot myself! I like that though...CaliBANNED! That's going to be trending on twitter soon!
Hollywood: Tonight, I hope everyone gets a good look at what's going on. Tonight, your "heroes" in John Ojeda and Tj Codair aren't coming to your god damn rescue tonight. So if you paid to see them, well tough fucking shit for you because they won't be here!
Crowd: FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!
Hollywood: LIke it or not, one way or another, it doesn't matter! I banned both of those pricks from the building tonight and there's nothing any of you people can do about it!
Chris: Did Hollywood slip into some kind of medicine cabinet tonight or what the fuck?
Ricky: He demands respect asshole! He deserves it!
Hollywood: I wish you people would just realize that I run this show and this company and in the end I ALWAYS fucking win! Codair and Ojeda are merely pawns and they are people you've naturally adapted to. They are false idols and you should put your trust in someone you KNOW you can rely on.....ME!
The crowd start to boo out Hollywood as they are growing irritated.
Hollywood: Oh shut the FUCK up! You see that's the fucking problem with you people in Canada....your so god damn bipolar it's fucking ridiculous!
Hollywood is now to a point where as he talks, the building is so loud drowning him out in boos, that it's hard to even hear him.
Hollywood: They say if you want the best response, go to fucking Canada for the best results!
Hollywood continues to laugh as he keeps on going.
Hollywood: You know did you all hear about the....
The lights go down as White Knuckles by Five Finger Death Punch erupt over the loudspeakers as the fans erupt with cheers for TJ Codair as Hollywood starts to motion for security to wait by the entranceramp. TJ jumps the barricade and comes in behind Hollywood as boo's are heard through out the arena.
Ricky: Is TJ wearing a Brad Marchand Hockey Jersey in Montreal.
Chris: Number 63 of the Boston Bruins.
The music dies as Hollywood laughing, He turns and TJ hits him with a Gargoyle Suplex, the fans erupt, as TJ gets back to his feet immediatly as Hollywood stumbles back to his feet and is met with a quick sloppy version of the Shatterstar. The guards come rushing back to the ring as TJ quickly escapes the ring, and makes his way up to the entranceramp. Two middle fingers go up by TJ and then he turns to the fans and uses his thumb to point repeatedly to the Marchand name on his jersey.
Chris: Leave it to Teej, comes in wearing that Little Ball of Hate's Jersey in a rival place, gotta love Bostonians.
Ricky: Wait, hes suspended.
Chris: Explains why he is quickly getting out of the ring and making it up the ramp quickly, he didnt even get the a full Shatterstar in.
TJ heads to the backstage area quickly, he makes it out back as 5 guards are standing there waiting for him, and several others come up from behind him. TJ is seen rolling his eyes as he puts his hands on his head.
TJ: Oh Come on boys, if you wanna have me frisked, bring in a lady will you.
The guards grab TJ's arms and cuff him behind his back as TJ turns to the guards cuffing him.
TJ: Oh shit, here we go.
Brian Hollywood comes charging in and jumps on TJ punching him wildly. Hollywood unleashes uncontrollably as more officials and Tiami Tyler arrive on the scene. They pull Hollywood off of Codair as Tiami gets closer to Hollywood and tries to calm him down. Codair sees this as he gets Tiami's attention.
TJ makes kissing gestures towards Tiami then gets a sadistic grin as blood trickles down outta his mouth.
TJ: When I am done with you Brian, my victory lap is going to be in your little girlfriend there, we all know she has been aching for a real man.
This time it is Tiami who is charging at Codair. What's left of the officials and security, hold Tiami back as she is now livid and wants a piece of Codair.
The guards begin to drag TJ away as he heard is yelling.
TJ: I'll tag you my pretty and maybe your mom too. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
TJ is dragged off as we hear both Hollywood and Tiami just cursing out at TJ in an uncontrolled phase of rage as they are held back firmly as the scene fades out back to ringside...
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STREET FIGHT TAG TEAM MATCH
VOX POPULI vs BAD COMPANY
Alexis Lace: “This next match is the tag team streetfight. There are no disqualifications and no countouts.”
[The arena darkens save for the flashes of yellow and red lights in tune with the bassline of "The Line Begins To Blur" that pulses across the arena as Elijah Black and Daniel "The Punishment" Everett walk out at the top of the ramp in unison, pausing as Black raises a fist whilst Everett cracks his knuckles]
There are things that I said I would never do
[Black sweeps the hood of his black hoodie back and shakes out his hair, a smirk clear on the side of his face, and he exchanges some last-minute words with Everett before the duo start to walk down the ramp]
There are fears that I cannot believe have come true
[Black and Everett pause at the foot of the ramp, where Everett holds his ground as Black continues to walk, passing the ringside fans with a raised fist as he walks to the opposite side of the ring]
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
[Black and Everett wait for a second, and then Black gives a nod and both men rush the ring at the same time, sliding under the ropes before quickly getting to their feet in the centre of the ring, where Everett removes his sleeveless hooded sweatshirt and tosses it out of the ring]
And my self I have grown to weary to hate
[On the same cue, both Black and Everett climb the opposite turnbuckles on one side of the ring, with Black standing with one foot on the top rope of his corner and his fist raised as he surveys the arena, whilst Everett stands tall on his side of the ring looking out into the crowd]
The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
[The two men climb down and cross the ring, crossing each others paths as they do so, to climb the opposite corners. This time Everett stands on the middle rope and hypes himself up, whilst Black stands with one foot on the top rope and tilts his head back to shake the hair out of his eyes before raising a fist once again]
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
[The pair of them climb down from their respective corners as Black removes his hoodie and drops it to ringside, before crossing the ring to where Everett is already standing his ground in one corner and fist bumps him before he turns to look across the ring with Everett standing guard behind him and drops into a couching position as they wait for their opponents.]
As the opening strains of “Shoot to Thrill (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)” by Halestorm boom throughout the arena, Nighthawk and Jason Aries rush to the ring like they were shot out of a cannon, leaving their ring jackets on the ring apron.
As the bell rings to start the streetfight, both teams immediately start brawling almost as though the bell was never heard as Jason Aries ducks under a wild swing from Daniel Everett and responds with a vicious roaring forearm while Nighthawk lands a trio of hard european uppercuts on Elijah Black, before Bad Company quickly hits stereo superkicks on both members of Vox Populi which send them careening to the floor. Following them out with stereo tope suicidas Nighthawk and Jason Aries quickly brawl up the ramp with Vox Populi as the referee follows behind them, Jason Aries landing a leaping forearm smash to the head of Elijah Black which knocks him to a knee as Nighthawk ducks under a roaring elbow attempt from Daniel Everett and hits him with a pair of crackling reverse knife-edge chops to the chest. Seeing no effect the “Wrestling Machine” continues to land more and more chops until Daniel Everett is eventually driven back by the force of the blows, which allows Nighthawk to land a crackling superkick to the jaw that wobbles him but does not drop him. Looking at each other in something akin to shock Bad Company then move in on the rookie DC native and attack him with a spinning sole kick to the stomach from Jason Aries, followed by a superkick from Nighthawk and then a superkick\enzuigiri combination from the two of them that finally drops him to all fours where they hit him with stereo basement dropkicks. Covering quickly Jason Aries is shocked when Daniel Everett kicks out in the shadow of the 1-count, staring at Nighthawk as they seemingly cannot figure out what to do about the situation in front of them. But as they set up for something else Elijah Black runs in and takes out Nighthawk with a desperate leaping knee strike on the ramp. Quickly seeing this Jason Aries rushes over to try and break this up only to be turned inside-out by a hooking lariat from a still-groggy Daniel Everett. Taking advantage of the situation Elijah gets into the mounted position on the “Man of 1000 Holds” and lands a fusillade of forearms to the face, while Daniel Everett leans against the top of the ramp and tries to re-orient himself.
Chris: A crazy start to this match already!
Ricky: I'm not entirely sure why these two teams have to try to prove anything against each other. They've practically thrown everything at each other besides the kitchen sink..
Chris: Don't give them any ideas...you never know what might come of that.
Ricky: It's not like they can actually hear you talk to yourself jackass.
Blinking his eyes as he tries to get his bearings back about him, Daniel Everett is quickly drawn into action as Elijah Black takes a step back and hits a running senton on Nighthawk on the ramp before covering and getting a two-count. Picking Jason Aries up by his hair the Washingtonian power-cleans him up into a fireman’s carry, before dropping him down into a gut buster as Elijah Black hits a vertical suplex on Nighthawk on the steel ramp. Grinding his face into the steel mesh of the ramp Elijah throws Nighthawk through the curtain and into the backstage area, both men trading forearms with each other until Elijah stops that by ducking one and quickly following up with a kneelift to the pit of the stomach as Daniel Everett lands a trio of heavy clubbing forearms to the back of Jason Aries. Setting the Chicago native up against a wall Elijah Black buries his shoulder into his midsection three times, the menacing smile on his face growing larger and larger with each blow as Nighthawk finally slumps to the floor. But as Elijah Black moves in for the kill Nighthawk slides out of the way of the blow as the Michigander slides hip-first into the concrete wall, quickly using that opportunity to pull himself up to his feet and come off with a rebound palm strike to the face. While this is going on Daniel Everett has Jason Aries up in a Canadian backbreaker, only to see the “Wrestling Machine” pull “The Phenom” down before both members of Bad Company blast Daniel Everett with a pair of stereo superkicks right on the jaw, before Jason Aries finds a painter’s ladder and sets it up in preparation for the Signature.
Chris: By god did you hear that?!
Ricky: Everett may have been knocked out by that kick!
Quickly diving off of the ladder Nighthawk hits a diving crossbody on Daniel Everett just as Jason Aries drops down with his neckbreaker, collapsing on the top of Daniel Everett for the pinfall as Jason Aries superkicks an onrushing Elijah Black.
Chris: That's it!! Bad Company did it!
Ricky: Jesus Christ....that ladder looks mightily important.
Chris: Well that's because these two teams and Mascara Muerto is going to be facing off in a triple threat ladder match next week at High Stakes for the straps!
Ricky: Well that ought to be real dandy..
Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Jason Aries…. Bad Company.”
Chris: Dandy or not, all three teams are going to have a real challenge next week.
Ricky: Ladder matches are always fun to watch!
Chris: Big stakes next week folks! Can Bad Company get another win next week?! Vox Populi may have been banged up some tonight but well see if they can get their composure back for next weeks championship match!
Ricky: If I may add my only piece of relevance in this show this week, Mascara Muerto have been rested and their the only team ready to tackle this match up at full strength.
Chris: Your right about that. I can't wait to see the action that match will surely unfold!
WINNERS: BAD COMPANY
VOX POPULI vs BAD COMPANY
Alexis Lace: “This next match is the tag team streetfight. There are no disqualifications and no countouts.”
[The arena darkens save for the flashes of yellow and red lights in tune with the bassline of "The Line Begins To Blur" that pulses across the arena as Elijah Black and Daniel "The Punishment" Everett walk out at the top of the ramp in unison, pausing as Black raises a fist whilst Everett cracks his knuckles]
There are things that I said I would never do
[Black sweeps the hood of his black hoodie back and shakes out his hair, a smirk clear on the side of his face, and he exchanges some last-minute words with Everett before the duo start to walk down the ramp]
There are fears that I cannot believe have come true
[Black and Everett pause at the foot of the ramp, where Everett holds his ground as Black continues to walk, passing the ringside fans with a raised fist as he walks to the opposite side of the ring]
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
[Black and Everett wait for a second, and then Black gives a nod and both men rush the ring at the same time, sliding under the ropes before quickly getting to their feet in the centre of the ring, where Everett removes his sleeveless hooded sweatshirt and tosses it out of the ring]
And my self I have grown to weary to hate
[On the same cue, both Black and Everett climb the opposite turnbuckles on one side of the ring, with Black standing with one foot on the top rope of his corner and his fist raised as he surveys the arena, whilst Everett stands tall on his side of the ring looking out into the crowd]
The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
[The two men climb down and cross the ring, crossing each others paths as they do so, to climb the opposite corners. This time Everett stands on the middle rope and hypes himself up, whilst Black stands with one foot on the top rope and tilts his head back to shake the hair out of his eyes before raising a fist once again]
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
[The pair of them climb down from their respective corners as Black removes his hoodie and drops it to ringside, before crossing the ring to where Everett is already standing his ground in one corner and fist bumps him before he turns to look across the ring with Everett standing guard behind him and drops into a couching position as they wait for their opponents.]
As the opening strains of “Shoot to Thrill (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)” by Halestorm boom throughout the arena, Nighthawk and Jason Aries rush to the ring like they were shot out of a cannon, leaving their ring jackets on the ring apron.
As the bell rings to start the streetfight, both teams immediately start brawling almost as though the bell was never heard as Jason Aries ducks under a wild swing from Daniel Everett and responds with a vicious roaring forearm while Nighthawk lands a trio of hard european uppercuts on Elijah Black, before Bad Company quickly hits stereo superkicks on both members of Vox Populi which send them careening to the floor. Following them out with stereo tope suicidas Nighthawk and Jason Aries quickly brawl up the ramp with Vox Populi as the referee follows behind them, Jason Aries landing a leaping forearm smash to the head of Elijah Black which knocks him to a knee as Nighthawk ducks under a roaring elbow attempt from Daniel Everett and hits him with a pair of crackling reverse knife-edge chops to the chest. Seeing no effect the “Wrestling Machine” continues to land more and more chops until Daniel Everett is eventually driven back by the force of the blows, which allows Nighthawk to land a crackling superkick to the jaw that wobbles him but does not drop him. Looking at each other in something akin to shock Bad Company then move in on the rookie DC native and attack him with a spinning sole kick to the stomach from Jason Aries, followed by a superkick from Nighthawk and then a superkick\enzuigiri combination from the two of them that finally drops him to all fours where they hit him with stereo basement dropkicks. Covering quickly Jason Aries is shocked when Daniel Everett kicks out in the shadow of the 1-count, staring at Nighthawk as they seemingly cannot figure out what to do about the situation in front of them. But as they set up for something else Elijah Black runs in and takes out Nighthawk with a desperate leaping knee strike on the ramp. Quickly seeing this Jason Aries rushes over to try and break this up only to be turned inside-out by a hooking lariat from a still-groggy Daniel Everett. Taking advantage of the situation Elijah gets into the mounted position on the “Man of 1000 Holds” and lands a fusillade of forearms to the face, while Daniel Everett leans against the top of the ramp and tries to re-orient himself.
Chris: A crazy start to this match already!
Ricky: I'm not entirely sure why these two teams have to try to prove anything against each other. They've practically thrown everything at each other besides the kitchen sink..
Chris: Don't give them any ideas...you never know what might come of that.
Ricky: It's not like they can actually hear you talk to yourself jackass.
Blinking his eyes as he tries to get his bearings back about him, Daniel Everett is quickly drawn into action as Elijah Black takes a step back and hits a running senton on Nighthawk on the ramp before covering and getting a two-count. Picking Jason Aries up by his hair the Washingtonian power-cleans him up into a fireman’s carry, before dropping him down into a gut buster as Elijah Black hits a vertical suplex on Nighthawk on the steel ramp. Grinding his face into the steel mesh of the ramp Elijah throws Nighthawk through the curtain and into the backstage area, both men trading forearms with each other until Elijah stops that by ducking one and quickly following up with a kneelift to the pit of the stomach as Daniel Everett lands a trio of heavy clubbing forearms to the back of Jason Aries. Setting the Chicago native up against a wall Elijah Black buries his shoulder into his midsection three times, the menacing smile on his face growing larger and larger with each blow as Nighthawk finally slumps to the floor. But as Elijah Black moves in for the kill Nighthawk slides out of the way of the blow as the Michigander slides hip-first into the concrete wall, quickly using that opportunity to pull himself up to his feet and come off with a rebound palm strike to the face. While this is going on Daniel Everett has Jason Aries up in a Canadian backbreaker, only to see the “Wrestling Machine” pull “The Phenom” down before both members of Bad Company blast Daniel Everett with a pair of stereo superkicks right on the jaw, before Jason Aries finds a painter’s ladder and sets it up in preparation for the Signature.
Chris: By god did you hear that?!
Ricky: Everett may have been knocked out by that kick!
Quickly diving off of the ladder Nighthawk hits a diving crossbody on Daniel Everett just as Jason Aries drops down with his neckbreaker, collapsing on the top of Daniel Everett for the pinfall as Jason Aries superkicks an onrushing Elijah Black.
Chris: That's it!! Bad Company did it!
Ricky: Jesus Christ....that ladder looks mightily important.
Chris: Well that's because these two teams and Mascara Muerto is going to be facing off in a triple threat ladder match next week at High Stakes for the straps!
Ricky: Well that ought to be real dandy..
Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Jason Aries…. Bad Company.”
Chris: Dandy or not, all three teams are going to have a real challenge next week.
Ricky: Ladder matches are always fun to watch!
Chris: Big stakes next week folks! Can Bad Company get another win next week?! Vox Populi may have been banged up some tonight but well see if they can get their composure back for next weeks championship match!
Ricky: If I may add my only piece of relevance in this show this week, Mascara Muerto have been rested and their the only team ready to tackle this match up at full strength.
Chris: Your right about that. I can't wait to see the action that match will surely unfold!
WINNERS: BAD COMPANY
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MAIN EVENT
TIAMI TYLER vs ADAM STRYKER
As Adam and Tiami stand in the ring, duelling chants unfold already, as "Tiami" chant meets a little more loud "Stryke Her Down". The bell rings and both participants circle the ring, before eventually locking it up in the dead center. Stryker, obviously the larger man, pushes Tiami to the corner, where the ref forces a break. Stryker backs out of the corner, doing a clean break, and challenges Tiami to lock it up with him in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. She signals for it, but then kicks Stryker in the gut and Snapmares him into a seated position and snaps on a Chinlock. Adam struggles for a while, but then gets up on his feet. He goes for an Armdrag variation, throwing Tiami over his shoulder, but she lands on her feet and hits a Mule Kick. She quickly turns around and succeeds with a DDT. First cover attempt belongs to Tiami Tyler.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Chris: Tiami Tyler is taking it to the number one contender.
Ricky: Zion didn't book Adam in a match eversince the Seventh Circle. No surprise he's cold.
Tiami grabs a hold of Adam's leg and drops an elbow over it. She does two other, but then Stryker uses his free leg to kick Tiami away. He gets up and tries to shake away the pain in his leg, but Tiami quickly charges at him and hits an on point Dropkick, sending Stryker to the corner. She smirks, then charges at him, but Stryker stops her with a knee to the gut. He then grabs a hold of Tiami and performs an Exploder Suplex, sending Tiami back first to the turnbuckles!
Chris: Ouch! Tiami is upside down in the corner and Stryker is looking to find his way back into the match.
Adam drags his opponent away from the ropes, ties her up and hits a beautiful Deadlift Regal-Plex into a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Tiami kicks out, but Stryker transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar as quickly as he can. Tiami does her best to crawl to the ropes, and in the end she manages to put her foot on the bottom rope. Stryker takes advantage of the whole five count, then breaks the hold cleanly and gets up on his feet. He drags Tiami to the corner and sits her up on the turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope and softens her up with several headbutts, but Tiami fires back with a flurry of forearms and forces Stryker to drop off the ropes. He lands on his feet, however, is dropped with a Tornado DDT quickly. He tries to get to one knee at least, but Tiami drops him with a Shining Wizard and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- Kickout!
Ricky: Tiami can pull off a major upset here!
Chris: Looks like she's calling for Icy Revolution already!
She indeed is, as she places the dizzy opponent between her thighs. She takes her time though, and Stryker slides out of the hold and connects with a knee to the gut, doubling Tiami over. He connects with a stomp to the back of the head and then a Rolling Elbow.
Chris: Clouds Over California! That's a knockout move!
Stryker covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- Kickout!
"That was three!" chant unfolds, but Stryker, Tiami and the ref know damn well it wasn't. Adam drags Tiami under the ropes and steps through the ropes on the apron. He raises her up and the crowd goes wild as they presume the patented Holyshitplex will follow. Tiami, however, fights back with a flurry of back elbows... Stryker still locks her in the Half Nelson position... low blow kick by Tiami!
Chris: "Where's the bell, ref?! That was a low blow!"
Ricky: "If ref missed it, then it wasn't, Christopher..."
Tiami positions Adam belly first on the second rope. As Adam's upper body is hanging on the ropes, pointing towards the center of the ring, Tiami clims the turnbuckle and dives off with a beautiful Diving Leg Drop over the back of the neck, turning the SoCal Switchblade inside out! Tiami dives into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-- Kickout!
Tiami smacks the canvas in frustration, then, as Adam gets up, she Irish Whips him to the corner. The Icy Princess points at him and then charges to attack... but Stryker storms out of the corner and cuts Tiami in half with The Stryke!
Chris: "The Stryke out of nowhere! And the people are on their feet!"
Stryker performs his typical cut-throat taunt to cheers from the crowd, then raises Tyler up into a Gory Special position. He hits a Facebuster out of that, and then transitions into his new painful submission.
Ricky: "DAMN! That must hurt!"
Chris: "That's Shallow End! The newest, and perhaps the most painful move of Adam's submission arsenal!"
Tiami tries to withstand the pain, but Adam adds several kicks and stomps to the head of The Icy Princess and she has no choice but to tap out.
WINNER: ADAM STRYKER
TIAMI TYLER vs ADAM STRYKER
As Adam and Tiami stand in the ring, duelling chants unfold already, as "Tiami" chant meets a little more loud "Stryke Her Down". The bell rings and both participants circle the ring, before eventually locking it up in the dead center. Stryker, obviously the larger man, pushes Tiami to the corner, where the ref forces a break. Stryker backs out of the corner, doing a clean break, and challenges Tiami to lock it up with him in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. She signals for it, but then kicks Stryker in the gut and Snapmares him into a seated position and snaps on a Chinlock. Adam struggles for a while, but then gets up on his feet. He goes for an Armdrag variation, throwing Tiami over his shoulder, but she lands on her feet and hits a Mule Kick. She quickly turns around and succeeds with a DDT. First cover attempt belongs to Tiami Tyler.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Chris: Tiami Tyler is taking it to the number one contender.
Ricky: Zion didn't book Adam in a match eversince the Seventh Circle. No surprise he's cold.
Tiami grabs a hold of Adam's leg and drops an elbow over it. She does two other, but then Stryker uses his free leg to kick Tiami away. He gets up and tries to shake away the pain in his leg, but Tiami quickly charges at him and hits an on point Dropkick, sending Stryker to the corner. She smirks, then charges at him, but Stryker stops her with a knee to the gut. He then grabs a hold of Tiami and performs an Exploder Suplex, sending Tiami back first to the turnbuckles!
Chris: Ouch! Tiami is upside down in the corner and Stryker is looking to find his way back into the match.
Adam drags his opponent away from the ropes, ties her up and hits a beautiful Deadlift Regal-Plex into a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Tiami kicks out, but Stryker transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar as quickly as he can. Tiami does her best to crawl to the ropes, and in the end she manages to put her foot on the bottom rope. Stryker takes advantage of the whole five count, then breaks the hold cleanly and gets up on his feet. He drags Tiami to the corner and sits her up on the turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope and softens her up with several headbutts, but Tiami fires back with a flurry of forearms and forces Stryker to drop off the ropes. He lands on his feet, however, is dropped with a Tornado DDT quickly. He tries to get to one knee at least, but Tiami drops him with a Shining Wizard and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- Kickout!
Ricky: Tiami can pull off a major upset here!
Chris: Looks like she's calling for Icy Revolution already!
She indeed is, as she places the dizzy opponent between her thighs. She takes her time though, and Stryker slides out of the hold and connects with a knee to the gut, doubling Tiami over. He connects with a stomp to the back of the head and then a Rolling Elbow.
Chris: Clouds Over California! That's a knockout move!
Stryker covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- Kickout!
"That was three!" chant unfolds, but Stryker, Tiami and the ref know damn well it wasn't. Adam drags Tiami under the ropes and steps through the ropes on the apron. He raises her up and the crowd goes wild as they presume the patented Holyshitplex will follow. Tiami, however, fights back with a flurry of back elbows... Stryker still locks her in the Half Nelson position... low blow kick by Tiami!
Chris: "Where's the bell, ref?! That was a low blow!"
Ricky: "If ref missed it, then it wasn't, Christopher..."
Tiami positions Adam belly first on the second rope. As Adam's upper body is hanging on the ropes, pointing towards the center of the ring, Tiami clims the turnbuckle and dives off with a beautiful Diving Leg Drop over the back of the neck, turning the SoCal Switchblade inside out! Tiami dives into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-- Kickout!
Tiami smacks the canvas in frustration, then, as Adam gets up, she Irish Whips him to the corner. The Icy Princess points at him and then charges to attack... but Stryker storms out of the corner and cuts Tiami in half with The Stryke!
Chris: "The Stryke out of nowhere! And the people are on their feet!"
Stryker performs his typical cut-throat taunt to cheers from the crowd, then raises Tyler up into a Gory Special position. He hits a Facebuster out of that, and then transitions into his new painful submission.
Ricky: "DAMN! That must hurt!"
Chris: "That's Shallow End! The newest, and perhaps the most painful move of Adam's submission arsenal!"
Tiami tries to withstand the pain, but Adam adds several kicks and stomps to the head of The Icy Princess and she has no choice but to tap out.
WINNER: ADAM STRYKER
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As the match concludes and Stryker stops the celebrations, his music stops reprising as he stands in the ring for a bit.
“Stryke Them Down” chant unfolds as Adam gets the mic from the ring announcer.
Adam Stryker: “I’ve learned not to give a fuck about Darin Zion and The Establishment.”
“Fuck You Zion” replaces the previous chant, much to the amusement of the former Hybrid Champion in the ring.
Adam Stryker: “Me and you know that I run through whatever than band of fuckers tries to put in front of me. Anything they did wasn’t enough to stop me from heading towards Las Vegas, Nevada as the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship of the World…I will face one of the biggest legends of this company, John Ojeda… Wrath, would you please join me here in the ring?
“Pathogen” by Byzantine hits the speakers and for a second, you sit there and wonder, where's Ojeda. For a few moments, the music hits, then suddenly you see a man with hoodie covering his face carrying a VIP pass with him. Security lets him down the arena. The man is a bit muscular. Suddenly, the man unzips the hoodie: and reveals it's Wrath. Wrath stands in the ring, holding the VIP pass and unvieling the PWX World Championship covering up part of the punisher skull on his shirt. He climbs up onto the ropes and holds the title up for the fans. They cheer and snap pictures until he hops down into the ring. Wrath walks over and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. He and Stryker immediately embrace and smile evilly, successfully overthrowing the Establishment's plan.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: How the hell are we doing tonight Edmonton!? Make some fucking noise! One time for the love of the black and blue!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Adam Stryker: Yes! Thank you Ojeda, or should I say....my friend John. After all, that's whose name is on the ticket I got for you tonight. What do you think that we cannot fucking out think you Brian and Darin? Bitch please, we knew you'd ban Wrath last week, so I personally picked up my VIP passes and proved to you dumb asses how easy it was to fuck with your security here. Tonight, I proved to the world that I can easily...
Adam immediately holds the microphone up to the crowd who chants out loud:
Crowd: STRYKE YOU DOWN!!!!
The crowd immediately erupts as Adam Stryker plays to them for a moment. However, Wrath leans back on the ropes and waits for the crowd to start dying down. He taps the microphone a few times and leans on the ropes, looking at Stryker with just a bit of wary.
John “Wrath” Ojeda: Adam, we both knew that it would eventually come down to me and you. That seems to be a common theme that the establishment wants to put on. Friends at each other's throats. The divide and conquer that keeps all of us disorganized and incapable of taking them down once and for all. I just want you to know, that this match coming up at High Stakes is just that Adam, a match. It’s what we both got into this business for. To see who’s the best and to entertain the greatest fans on the planet. So I want to say that it’s my honor to defend my PWX World Championship against you at High Stakes.
Ojeda extends his hand and Adam Stryker immediately accepts his handshake. Adam glares at Ojeda immediately and smiles evilly back at him.
Adam Stryker: It'll be my pleasure to take that PWX World Championship off your fuckign ass at High Stakes too. I know I'll only get one shot at that belt, and you'd better believe I won't squander my chances. We all know that Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood are going to find a way to fuck up with the match of the century. John "Wrath" Ojeda: PWX's greatest champion ever taking on the David of the century: Adam Stryker. And trust me Ojeda, whatever conceptions you may have of me, I'd suggest you put them aside because I'll tear you fucking apart if you dare even think lightly of me. I respect you a lot because an enemy of my enemy is a friend, but I'm not going to be taken as a joke.
Wrath immediately yanks Adam Stryker in. He glares Adam Stryker directly into the eye and looks straight into the soul.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: And don't take me lightly either. I fuckin' took down Danny Butthole Szatkowski, John Pariah, and many other people to climb and call this title my own. I took out Troy Stone who wasn't a fuckin' threat at all. But you...I will give you the said respect. When you've got that poo' flinging, bastard monkey named Darin and that million dollar douchebag Hollywood chasing your ass like they'd done over your career; kid, you've got guts. But make no mistake, when we step into that ring next week; I'm not going easy on you kid. I'll fucking murder you like the rest of them. And I know you won't have it any other way.
Both men release the hand shake and the crowd immediately goes nuts. Both men stares intensely at one another. Stryker motions he wants the belt. Ojeda's eyes perk up and he immediately raises the belt over his head. The crowd immediately splits into two and the crowd's chants continue to crowd.
Crowd A: FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!
Crowd B: STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN!
Ricky: The crowd's torn in two for both men. They've got the entire building on fire. We haven't had such an important match as this.
Chris: Well, they've definitely been busy before tonight to collide and Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion have been keeping them apart. And this moment will never be recreated; the lightning, the love, the intensity....
"Hail to the King" hits on the PA system and Darin Zion marches out along with Brian Hollywood. Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood glare down at Ojeda, who looks at them and smiles at them rather angrily. Brian starts to raise his microphone to execute the order, but Darin Zion, pauses him. He whispers something into Brian's ear, and Brian immediately nods. Darin Zion raises the microphone and smiles as the crowd immediately erupts with a "fuck you Zion" chant.
Darin Zion: First, I want to get this off my chest. It's so fucking cute how you two THINK you are both on the same page. But Stryker, he's just so much as poison as the next person. I know Ojeda, you've "changed" from your last time in PWX, but you're the kind of poison we like here in PWX. See you're the deranged bastard who spent your time last season bitching about how you'd burn PWX to the ground and take it over with my associate here. Newsflash, you succeeded, and you destroyed him. You're just as much a fucking hypocrite as Stryker there in that ring. You call for the change in PWX hoping to get rid of all the bullshit politics, and here you are creating the same fucking politics you both stood so desperately against. In fact, you thought you had Brian and I divided...
Brian Hollywood: But you fucking didn't. See the entire time, we've watched each other's backs. We've booked into a divided front thinking you bastards divided us. When in fact, we've played you for fucking fools. I knew you'd try to get past the banning Ojeda. I'm not fucking stupid. We teamed up to take JPO down, remember? Oh wait, you're a moron.
Darin Zion: He's much more than a moron. He's retarded! Apparently you didn't think I'd monitor Stryker getting a ticket now, did you?
Ojeda glares at them, he raises the microphone to get a word in, but realizes it's not on anymore.
Brian Hollywood: Apparently he doesn't realize that his talking privileges have been revoked too. How cute Ojeda! See, number 1, I couldn't have our world title match NOT get hyped, so I told Zion to let you get by the security. He did what he needed to do to give us the best business possible. And by the judging on my phone, we're trending on twitter. #WaroftheGods. That's another million bucks Zion and Hollywood's pockets.
Darin Zion: Very nice, fuck you Ojeda. See, we've watched you all evening, so here's how we saw it. Brian and I waited for Adam to pull the trigger to make us look so "stupid," we give you the moment, we get major heat, and we cart both of you fuckers away to jail.
Crowd: FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION!
Crowd: FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD!
Brian Hollywood: Calm down you fuck yuck canucks! We're giving you what you paid for: two PWX Champions! Darin Zion and myself. You're getting your money's worth and no fucking refunds. After all, we fucking own this country. It was fucking worth a penny. But anyways, instead of hiring your fucking worthless ass security to arrest Ojeda, we hired fucking Americans. Because your fucking security couldn't get the job done.
Darin Zion: Fucking Candians!
Brian Hollywood: You're God damned right! Security!!!!
As security starts to come from both the left and right sides, Brian Hollywood motions for them to cart Ojeda off. Stryker stands trying to fight off security, but gets separated by security, who carts Ojeda out of the ring. Adam Stryker gets into fighting position as Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood immediately walk down to the ring, smiling. Adam Stryker lifts his microphone up.
Adam Stryker: You fucking left me here! What are you guys idiots?! You guys said we were both going to get carted...
BAM!
From out of nowhere, Schmied comes and immediately takes Adam Stryker's head off with a clothesline. Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood immediately join in. Schmied holds Stryker in place, who's trying to fight free of him. Darin and Brian both look at each other and immediately hit a double Executive Promise onto Stryker's face. Stryker goes limp. Ojeda looks on in horror as he's getting carted off while Schmied immediately hits the Blitzkrieg Hammer on Stryker. Zion looks at Stryker while Brian and Schmied glare off at Ojeda yelling. Zion keeps turning his head a few times towards both men.
Darin Zion: See Ojeda, I gave you a handicap, just like the old you wanted when you fought other matches. You took my leg out with lead pipes and you'd injure opponents like that. See you're our man, Ojeda-boy. We signed you to tear apart PWX, and since your fucking weak ass got soft, we did your job for you. I know how it must feel. Your soft fucking soul must be crying for your new buddy. BUT FUCK 'EM, MURDER 'EM, TORTURE 'EM.....KILLL 'EM. Isn't that what you said Ojeda? So Brian and I broke Stryker, just for you.
Brian Hollywood: YEAH, FUCK YOU OJEDA! See, poor fucking Adam Stryker. He's getting held down so fucking much because of you. You had to come back and force yourself in the PWX Championship.
Brian pulls up Stryker by the head and Darin Zion slaps him a few times in the head.
Brian Hollywood: So we gave you what you wanted...or at least used too! Plus it fueled ruining Stryker's one and only chance. After all, we've got to give PWX a champion of perfection.
Darin Zion grabs the microphone and holds it up.
Darin Zion: A champion who's murderous, who will march on the innocent souls to give them what they fucking want: SALVATION. And the plan continues to fall into place. Regardless of which one of you two fucking bastards walk out the champion our next champion....
Schmied immediately throws in a steel chair and picks up Adam Stryker and immediately drives him head first into the steel chair head first. Blood comes off Adam's head and he lays there completely lifeless. Schmied immediately laughs and rips the microphone from Darin Zion's hand.
Schmied: Will be SCHMIED!
EMTs run towards the ring and immediately rush towards Stryker's aid. The Canadian crowd starts throwing in beer bottles and cups and immediately boos. The EMTs cart Stryker up the ramp in front of Ojeda's sights. Ojeda looks pissed that both Brian and Darin stuck their nose into Ojeda's business. As The Establishment walk up the ramp. Brian immediately gets into Ojeda's face.
Brian Hollywood: I hate you Ojeda, so much I did the one thing you told me not to do...get involved. I hope I ruined your match. I hope I ruined your little bitch's life. I hope I did everything to piss you off for what you did to me years ago. You don't control this shit, I do. Darin does. And the sooner you fucking realize that, the better you'll be. Accept that your poison and that you were brought back for a greater purpose: to be a sacrifice to the Establishment. Now, then, Ojeda, since you like breaking the law; like your little bitch who got carted off, off to jail you'll go...gentlemen.
Hollywood motions for the security team to cart Ojeda off as the crowd starts a "Fuck Establishment" chant. The cameras pan towards Ricky and Chris.
Ricky: Holy shit! Not only is Mr. Hollywood carting off Ojeda to jail, but Mr. Zion fucking ended Stryker with Schmied. And there's not calling off the title match? Who will show up to it next week?
Chris: Well one things sure, if it's up to Hollywood and Zion; they'll try to slide the title onto Schmied now. He's constantly complained he's undefeated and should get moved up. And it fucking sucks.
Ricky: Yes, but honestly, both Ojeda and Stryker definitely have a lot to overcome in the next week: jail, concussion, whatever.
Chris: One thing's for sure: there is High Stakes going into next week. And I cannot wait to the roof get torn off of this arena. Tune in next week for High Stakes. Good night everyone!
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