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PWX PRESENTS: HIGH STAKES

MGM GRAND GARDEN ARENA

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 26TH, 2014

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As Nighthawk sits down on the roof of the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, gazing out at the city below him, we see a mournfulness in his eyes. Clad in a dark-red Suicide Kid t-shirt, black leather pants, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” gazes towards the camera.


Nighthawk: “This isn’t about Jason, and this isn’t even about Daniel Everett or the tag team titles. Rather, Elijah, this is about you and me, and what it is you think I am. If I was all the things you think I am, if I was the sort of person who did the things you so eagerly claim I do, I don’t know where I'd be right now. But I know where I wouldn’t be: Here. Because in all my travels, all those weeks, months, and years spent putting one stamp after another on my passport, if I was the sort of man you seem to think I am, I would have had my ticket punched already. So, that either means that I am the finest sociopath in the history of the wrestling business, or you’re as wrong as anyone has been about anything in quite some time. As usual, Elijah, I leave you to decide which one of those things is true.


There was a time, just before Devil’s Night of last year, where you didn’t bother me as much as you do now. Maybe it’s that I had a different perception of you, one that told me you were the sort of person who just wanted me to admit out loud that I had been surpassed, and that you were the one who had done it. Foolishly, as it turns out, I believed you to be the sort of person who wouldn’t want to actually cause me physical pain, but just wanted to know that I didn’t consider myself the best anymore. And while I wasn’t ok with this, I was comfortable with you needing that. Truthfully, Elijah, after you beat me for the World Title, I was as close as I was going to get to admitting it to myself. And if you had beaten me again in our match before Devil’s Night, I would have admitted it to myself. Better than that, I would have told you. But you did the one thing I never thought you would do, the one thing that changes the entire narrative you’ve been living off of.


Elijah, you tried to end my career. That doesn’t even bother me. People have been trying to end my career for quite a while now, and since none of them had succeeded, I grew to understand it as an unfortunate byproduct of being really good at what I did. But you tried to change my quality of life, tried to harm people whose only crime was being my wife, or my sister, or my family. That I could not abide. And speaking of that, Elijah, not once have I heard you admit to doing it. For someone who defines themselves by their honesty, who holds it out like a trophy that no one else can have but you, the idea that you would tell people the sky is green when it’s obviously blue because the sky being blue warps your narrative is sad.


I didn’t realize it until this week, Elijah, when somehow a match that we both agreed to became a cheap win for Jason Aries and myself that I saw you for the man you are. You want to make me into your personal demon. Everything I do is wrong, because the ‘last honest man in professional wrestling’ has to be right at all times. Even when we see he’s got more viciousness in him than I ever could. Even when darkness clouds his every move.


I can’t tell you to respect me. I can’t make you. That never works the way you want it to. But tonight, when Jason and I take from you what you want, take from you the chance to legitimize your agenda, I hope you find it in your heart to. Because if you can’t, if Bad Company winning becomes cheap in your eyes, then these belts will never mean anything to you as long as we have them.
Goodnight Elijah.”

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NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP
NIKKI BLADE(c) vs ALEXANDER ATWATER

Ricky: We have been looking forward to this match for a while it has been a long time coming.

Chris: Wonder if Blade will hold her reign or if all Atwater's tactics to come out number one will score him a new championship tonight.

The referee meet with Atwater and Blade in the center of the ring. Blade pulls the loose Next Generation Title from her shoulder and casually hands it to the referee.. meeting Atwater's cocky eyes with a cold stare. Atwater gestures her hands about his waist as if he has already received the championship and points at Blade winking.

Chris: Atwater is counting his eggs before they hatch.

The referee takes the title in his hands and gestures Nikki Blade and Alexander Atwater to shake hands before beginning the match. Blade lifts her hand and places the back under her chin smiling as she flips him off which doesn't faze him... their hands meet in the center and they shake.

Ricky: Chris, I don't think Blade is phased at all by Atwater. She looks completely ready for challenge.

Chris: She thinks that now... Atwater can be ruthless.

Ricky: Don't count out the Champ Chris, she has that title for a reason and it is not for rolling over and beginning.

Chris: Hey, you called her a bitch not me.

They begin to back up respectively..... as Nikki backs away from her corner Atwater charges her... Blade jumps, hooks her legs in the ropes, spins through then and kicks Atwater in the midsection knocking him down. He clamps his chest lightly and lets out a hard earned breath... Blade climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps, bringing her elbow out for a quick drop... Atwater on the other hand rolls to his knees while Blade is mid air, hooks his arm in her elbow and throws her more center to the ring on her back. She curls herself upwards in pain but refuses to let out a scream... she instead bites her lips and rolls to her side trying to regain composure.

Ricky: Blade put herself in to a vulnerable position there.

Chris: Atwater didn't give her much of a choice.

Ricky: Atwater will take full advantage of this situation.

Atwater gets to his feet runs across the ring gaining momentum, bounces off the ropes and jumps, bringing his knee down to the ribs of Nikki Blade.

Ricky: OUCH!!!! That one much have hurt. Nikki Blade just took a vicious knee drop to the ribs..

Blade lets out a gut wrenching scream and further curls... holding her side in pain. Atwater smiles as he gets to his feet, grabbing Blade by the arm that is clenching his side and pulls her to her feet. He throws her in to the ropes and as she's bounces off she heads straight for Atwater's foot... reluctantly she resists taking another blow ... she stops herself last second still grimacing in pain, grabs Atwater by the foot twists his ankle and slams his leg down to the mat.

Ricky: OOOOO What a move from Blade... she is definitely showing why she is the Next Generation Champion... there is no doubt in my mind she will come out on top tonight despite her pain.

Chris: They are both doing damage... Blade keeps holding her ribs and Atwater's ankle is bugging up his mojo.

Ricky: Mojo... really?

Blade gets to her feet and walks over to the ropes... she looks back at Atwater who has turned over getting to his knees back to her. She climbs to the top rope; watching Atwater for a moment... before she jumps off spins in the air and flattens him in the back with a Blade Cutter... The crowd roars in shock as Atwater yells out from pain twisting his back ankle once again as he falls. Blade rolls off of Atwater slowly breathing heavily. She stands runs to the ropes... bounces off and comes in to a just standing Atwater with a Cross Body... Atwater catches her leg and her neck... he rolls her up to around his neck and yells out to the crowd... the crowd boo's him loudly and he spins her slams her down to the matt... Atwater brings his knee down on her again grabs her ankle and pulls her in to an ankle lock... he moves her foot in to his opposite armpit and begins to pull on her leg... Blade fights it...

Chris: Feeling confident she will still pull through Ricky...? Blade has met her match with skill.

Ricky: That means nothing Chris... it isn't over yet.

She pulls against the mat and Atwater pulls her back in...

Chris: It's beginning to look like its going to be over soon.. I was hoping for more action in this match.

Blade turns his body a bit... turning hers forward... she uses her elbows and pulls herself to the ropes and grabs on.. the referee breaks off Atwater... he slaps the mat in frustration and stands up.

Ricky: Chris, you were saying? Maybe you shouldn't count your eggs before they hatch.

Chris: Shut up!!!

Blade struggles to get to her feet... and as she does... she turns facing Atwater who is running in... he grabs her around the head and prepares for the DDT of Nightmares... Blade catches the ropes and pulls herself out of the ropes slipping out of Atwater's arms... he pulls back bewildered... Blade grabs on to the ropes.. back flips over the top rope... hooks her legs around Atwater's head and pulls him down fiercely into a hurricanrana.. and sends him to the mat bewildered. She gets back up with a fire in her veins... ready to defend her championship... she walks over to the corner grabs the turnbuckle and spins off the turn buckle hitting the bewildered Atwater with the Apocalypse..

Ricky: Here is comes Chris, the end to Atwater...

He lays there motionless as Blade pulls his leg up to his chest for the pin...

1.....

2.....

Ricky: SHE HAS IT... SHE REALLY HAS IT....!!!

Blade smiles broadly confident...

......and Atwater kicks out... opening his eyes to a shocked Blade

Chris: You were right Ricky, she does have it... have another chance to get her ass kicked some more.

Ricky: I really thought she had it...

Chris: Do you need a tissue?

... he winks at her again before grabbing her by the neck and pulling her to a stand with him... he throws her to the ropes and clotheslines her hard to the matt... He grabs her against throws her to the neck rope and clotheslines her again... picks her back up throws her to the next rope... and lifts out his arm for another clothesline... She drops herself on her knee sliding underneath of him and hits the ropes for momentum... she comes in for her own clothesline but Atwater jumps up...

Ricky: Come on Blade.. come back at him... this doesn't look good.

Chris: It looks perfect for Atwater.

and spins out to Blade with the Oblivion Beckons... then rolls her up in to a pin.



1....

2....

3.....

Chris: AND ATWATER GOT IT...!

Ricky: I can't believe this..... I thought she would reign supreme.

Chris: She did... until tonight Ricky... Now it is Atwater's turn.



WINNER: ALEXANDER ATWATER

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The scene opens up as a sign is held up saying Public Service Announcement the fans in the arena quiet down real quick as they watch and wonder who is holding the sign, the sign is tossed as TJ Codair is standing looking at the camera and grinning from ear to ear.

"Hello good people of where the hell are we again?"

Codair waits a second hearing where they are and then begins to laugh hysterically.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, good people of Las Vegas, Nevada, Sin City. That is like an oxymoron right, a city full of sin. I can't even lie about this shit, and lets face facts. I can't even lie about this, and im a hell of a liar, shit, I had people believing that my opponent tonight is actually the whore of Babylon. If she were, she would be like a couple of thousand year's old. We all know that is not possible."

Codair just shrugs.

"Well, I have been asked to deliver this Public Service Announcement regarding the State of the PWX, it is my honor and duty to come out here and explain to all you good............er people of Las Vegas. The PWX has been going through a bit of a rough time as of late, yes the ratings have been high, the money has been flowing but the fact remains the same. The PWX is on the edge of greatness, John Ojeda becomeing the World Heavyweight Champion was the beginning, and will continue to go up from there with my winning of the Hybrid Championship tonight."

Codair points to the camera.

"We all know champions are what make the company go round, you have a lousy champ, company loses stock, but not no more. No longer will this company be held down by paper champions who are guarded by stock quotes and personal interest. No longer will this company be trapped in the endless cycle of idiots parading around like they run the show because they are protected by Brian Suckonwood."

Codair puts his hand down, as someone in the back is talking to him about his reference towards Brian Hollywood.

"Blow me."

The camera turns to the man in a suit, standing there with a shocked look on his face, as Codair walks over and puts his arm around his shoulder.

"You see this guy right here, sharp dressed suit, looking all spiffy. Yes folks, I said spiffy, I am bringing it back. This prick right here don't care about the interest of the wrestling world. He don't concern himself with what all of you think. He concerns himself with money, he concerns himself with Greed. He concerns himself with polotics. He concerns himself with cheap dates and women looking to get into the business."

Codair looks at him.

"Speaking off asshole, you and I are going to have a long talk and I want explicit details about Nikki Walton ok."

The man gets a bitter look to his face as if someone just slapped him. Codair smiles and rubs his head as the wig comes off.

"HOLY SHIT, dude, you got a mop on your head, what the fuck."

The fans in the arena are heard laughing as Codair takes him off from around him kneels over and picks up the wig, and hands it to him. The mans face becomes flush with anger as he storms off. Codair just chuckles as he begins to speak.

"You see, some people just take things way to personally around here. All they are about is making themselves look good, when they should be focusing on making this company better. With that being said I want everyone out there in Vegas to think of a few things tonight before I make it out to the ring. First thing, no matter what I do short of laying down and giving the win to Nikki where she is now, she will not look good out there tonight. Number 2 and this is real near and dear to me. Brian Suckonwood only wants money and power, please stop buying anything that gives him power such as merchandise pertaining to the Establishment. Number 3, and by all acounts you all need to know this. Brian Suckonwood has this website that he has been plugging due to his high activity on it. Do not go there, if you do. It will give him more power to control you. So when you hear him plugging www. Pen-ISLAND.com just run away. Don't go there, don't think of it. Hell don't even mention it, if you do. You give him power."

The suit comes back with several guards and orders the scene to cut as Codair just laughes as the scene is abruptly ended.

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SHOT VS SHOT TAG TEAM MATCH
RHONIN/RAVENNA vs BRIAN HOLLYWOOD/TIAMI TYLER

The heavy drum beats of Disturbed's "Perefct Insanity" kick on over the PA, and the fans respond loudly and ferociously with boos. Brian Hollywood steps out from behind the curtain, a sadistic, confident smirk stretching across his face, and the jeers and catcalls grow louder and more aggressive. Brian paces himself, soaking in the attention, drawing energy from the hatred fed to him by the rabid crowd, as he slowly enters the ring, leaning against a far turnbuckle as he awaits his partner's arrival.

Chris: Brian Hollywood really looks like he has nothing to worry about tonight.

Ricky: Why should he worry? Why should he care? Brian Hollywood is a Hall of Famer, he is "Mr. Executive," he is your boss!

Chris: He's your boss too, dumbass.

"Volume Up" hits, and the familiar blue lights strobe through the arena. Tiami comes out on stage, smiling, and the crowd rains on her with jeers, as well. She throws her hair back over her shoulder, symbolically brushing off her former fans, as she skips down the ramp. Brian Hollywood nods and softly claps in approval.

Chris: Brian Hollywood has a lot on his plate tonight, and so does Tiami Tyler.

Ricky: Like what? Stomping that braindead amnesiac Rhonin and his lovestruck schoolgirl Ravenna into the mat?

Tiami slides into the ring from under the bottom rope. As she gets to her feet, Brian Hollywood extends a hand to her, which she grips firmly, shaking his hand and drawing more boos from the crowd. "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" by Fall Out Boy starts playing next, and the fans quickly change their tune as the recent fan-favorite Ravenna comes out next, wearing her trademark "R"-studded black leather jacket. She turns around momentarily, showing off the sparkling letter on her back, before making her way down the ramp with fiery attitude. She leans back against the ring apron and stretches an arm up, reaching for the top rope to pull herself over, via her usual rope-flip entrance, but Tiami grabs her by the hair and yanks her over the top rope. The crowd boos loudly at this, as Ravenna quickly gets up and begins to storm toward Tiami, only for Brian Hollywood to thrust his palm into Ravenna's face, shoving her to the mat.

Chris: What a dick! How disrespectful, just shoving her down like a dog.

Ricky: She is a dog! Have you seen Ravenna up close? Arf arf!

Chris: Fuck you! Ravenna is fucking beautiful!

Ricky: Why don't you marry her?

Brian grabs a handful of Ravenna's hair, dragging her back to her feet, Tiami laughing at his side, each of them mocking Ravenna. The heavy guitars of "Self vs. Self (feat. In Flames)" by Pendulum suddenly blares of the PA, and the fans cheer loudly as the mist begins to shroud the entrance ramp. However, Rhonin makes no time for the theatrics, as he quickly sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring from under the ropes. Tiami stomps at him early, but Rhonin forces her off of him by shoving her away, quickly going after Hollywood. Rhonin attacks him with a flurry of punches, and Brian fights back, as the referee tries to get in between them. Brian stealthily jabs Rhonin in the eye, distracting him momentarily, long enough for Brian to punch the referee hard, knocking him down and sending him rolling out of the ring. The fans boo loudly, as an attempt by Ravenna to intercept is interrupted by Tiami Tyler. The two girls exchanges punches and kicks with each other, as Brian takes advantage of a temporarily blinded Rhonin by launching him headfirst into the nearest turnbuckle. Rhonin falls, and Brian wastes no time in sliding out of the ring. He kicks the fallen referee, yelling mockingly to him: "Get out of my way! What the fuck are we paying you for?" Brian lifts up the apron and pulls out a weapon- a crowbar. Smiling sinisterly, he crawls back into the ring.

Ricky: This match is all Establishment right now, and it doesn't look like anything will be changing anytime soon.

Chris: This isn't a no-disqualification match! What the hell is Brian thinking?

Ricky: The bell hasn't rung yet, numbnuts! Besides, this is Brian-fucking-Hollywood...he makes the rules!

Chris: Yeah, and also breaks them all the damn time.

Brian's first act with the crowbar is to drive it into Rhonin's ribs, who had just stood up and turned around after being catapulted into the turnbuckle. He grunts in pain, instantly crumbling to the mat, as Brian Hollywood goes to work, nailing him in the back with one heavy shot after another. The fans boo louder and louder, which only serves to feed Brian's ego and fuel his aggression. He raises the crowbar over his head for another shot, but it is ripped out of his hands by Ravenna, whom had just thrown Tiami out of the ring when Brian's back was turned. Ravenna quickly strikes the crowbar into Hollywood's side, and once more into his back, followed by another hard shot to the back of his neck, Brian is screaming in pain, as he rolls out of the ring, crawling to the floor and panting in pain as the crowd cheers in approval. Before Ravenna can check on Rhonin, she is caught by surprise with a running bulldog from Tiami, which drives her face hard into the mat. The Icy Princess wastes no time in taking advantage of the surprise attack, going to work on Ravenna's legs. She stomps and tugs on her left knee, as Ravenna gasps out in agony.

Ricky: Smart move by Tiami, in taking out Ravenna's legs.

Chris: That left knee is the same one that gave her trouble last week.

Ricky: Yeah, after Rhonin injured it! Brian Hollywood was right. These two just can't trust each other!

Chris: Rhonin only did what he was ordered to do!

Ricky: He wasn't ordered to do anything, you idiot! Rhonin made it clear that his job was more important to him than remaining loyal to Ravenna, someone he claims he cares about! Doesn't seem like somebody I would trust to have my back.

Chris: Maybe that's because you don't actually have any friends...

Rhonin finally gets back to his feet, just as Tiami lets up on Ravenna's leg. Before Rhonin can make his move, the referee groggily makes his way back into the match, ordering Rhonin to his corner. Brian Hollywood is up, too, and climbs onto his corner as the referee rings the bell. The match officially begins, as Tiami approaches Ravenna again, once more looking to take advantage of the injured leg. However, Ravenna quickly rolls Tiami into a small package pin, as the crowd erupts. The referee drops to the mat to make the count.

1.....

2.....

But Tiami manages to kick out! Rhonin slaps the turnbuckle in frustration from his corner, as Brian Hollywood exhales his relief. Ravenna looks a bit flustered as well, as she climbs to her feet, still favoring her leg a bit. She looks over her shoulder at Tiami, who is just getting back on her feet as well. Tiami dives for Ravenna, but not before she makes the tag to Rhonin, who storms into the ring and points at Hollywood. "Fight me, you fucking corward!" Rhonin yells to Brian, who smirks. Tiami shoves Rhonin's shoulder, irritated. "Your fight is with me!" Rhonin looks at her and shrugs, before throwing a heavy right punch to Tiami's cheek, which sends her staggering. Rhonin backs her into the corner, using his size advantage to pin her. He attacks Tiami with a flurry of forearms and elbows, mixing in a kick to the gut every once in a while. Rhonin grabs Tiami by the forearm, Irish whipping her into the opposite corner. He quickly takes off after her, leaping into the air and connecting with two knees that strike her against the turnbuckle post. Tiami falls, and Rhonin wastes no time in covering her. The referee counts, but this time the count is broken up by Hollywood, who stomps on Rhonin after entering the ring before the count of two. Rhonin goes after Brian, but the referee gets in between them, shaking his head, "No." The referee then turns to Brian, which is all Tiami needs to catch a distracted Rhonin off-guard, kicking him below the belt. The crowd boos, as Tiami finally tags in Brian Hollywood. He laughs, kicking at Rhonin's head, a blatant sign of disrespect. Hollywood waits for Rhonin to get up, thrusting his boot into his face and kicking him to the mat yet again. Brian is obviously having fun toying with Rhonin, as he backs into his corner and slaps his knee once, signalling for the Executive Promise. Rhonin gets up slowly and staggers around, just as Brian launches the kick at Rhonin's jaw. He catches it, however, spinning him around 360-degrees and leaping upward for The Way of the Warrior! Brian catches Rhonin at the last second and pushes himself away, causing Rhonin to crash to the mat. Hollywood hastily approaches Rhonin, going in for the kill, but Rhonin takes him down with a double leg trip, then just as Brian gets up, he turns around right into The Way of the Warrior, which connects this time. Tiami attempts to intervene, but Ravenna picks up the crowbar and threatens her, allowing Rhonin to cover Hollywood.

1.....

2.....

3!

Ricky: Holy shit! Rhovenna stole a victory!

Chris: Rhovenna? You've got to be kidding me.

Ricky: Can you think of a better name?

Chris: Who cares about their name? What's important is, this is a huge victory for both Rhonin and Ravenna, and a huge hit to the ego of The Establishment!

Ricky: Rhonin and Ravenna both earned a Next Generation Championship opportunity with this victory. Let's see how strong their bond is when these two lovebirds are fighting for more than just their job!



WINNERS: RHONIN AND RAVENNA

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[The two members of the Vox Populi, Elijah Black and Daniel Everett, are backstage getting their final preparations under way]

Black: Tonight’s the night, Daniel, the night where the spotlight that a certain pair of entitled attention-seekers are so desperate to hog for themselves gets smashed, showering them with fragments of white hot glass that will cut them to the quick and remind the pair of them once again that for all their talk, they have nothing that can back it up.

[Everett nods in agreement]

Black: We’ve been overlooked time and again, but that ends tonight as the tomorrow’s headlines will state that the Vox weren’t just smarter, but they were better than anyone that could be put in front of us.

Everett: So what’s the plan?

Black: Divide and conquer. We’re going to single out someone and make damn sure they never get the chance to recover, so they spend the match getting broken down little by little until it’s just a matter of time before they become a non-factor and that leaves their partner open as they have to do the work of two men.

Everett: So what about the other team? They’re still going to be 100% no matter what.

Black: With one team losing a man, that means there’s one less guy for us to keep an eye on – and we can focus on the other team at our leisure. And there’s the thing: if the last guy standing from the other team tries to make a run for the belts, they’ll have four guys after him and nobody to back them up, so they won’t last long.

[Black gives an assertive nod]

Black: And, by all means, if Nighthawk has his back turned to you hit him with your hardest shot. See how that hypocrite likes it.

[Black smirks, as the two men walk off camera]

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UNSANCTIONED FIRST BLOOD MATCH
SCHMEID vs JOHN PARIAH

Alexis Lace: The following is an Unsanctioned First Blood Match! There are No Disqualifications, No Count Outs, and the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed!





[The lights in the arena go out, and the sounds of rain and children playing can be heard juxtaposed with an owl’s hooting, over an acoustic guitar intro.]



Its been so long
Long hard days
they dont say
Gods change my ways
Change my ways
Those evil ways



[Fog rolls from the stage, as a man in a black coat and hood steps onto the stage.]



So I set out
Cross that way
Strike them down
To make them pay
Change their ways
Their evil ways



[Footage of crows flying, and rain continues on the screen]



But I can’t hide
Ooooooo
And I wont hide
Oooooo Yeah!
My Evil Ways.



[“Evil Ways” kicks into high gear as pyro shoots up-and he lifts his head up – revealing a white Court of Owls mask as he throws his arms into a crucifix.]



Alexis Lace: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois…..JOHN..PARIAH!!

I found out
The hate grow cold
The god rise up
Damn my soul
Cause I aint change
change my ways
I aint change



[The crowd is mixed as he circles the ring, and climbs onto the apron, stepping into the ring.]



So I wont hide
Ooooo
I wont hide
Oooooo
I cant hide Yeah!
Ooooooo
I cant hide HEY!
My evil ways



[The crowd begins to pop as he sticks his upper body between the top and middle ropes, and throws his arms into a crucifix-throwing his hood back. He takes the Court mask off, and
removes his jacket, before setting them on the floor. The crowd throws some streamers into the ring, as Pariah turns to the corner and slumps down-crouching in the corner.]



Chris Caudill: John Pariah looks like a man possessed.



Ricky Cravate: The look in his eyes
Chris. Those belong to a man with nothing to lose. Those eyes belong to a man who is ready to kill.



Chris Caudill: Could Schmieds ‘unbeaten’ streak end tonight?





[“Ushas” by E.S. E.S. Posthumus queues up on the PA System as the screen shows SCHMIED in a hammer hitting downward. Schmied comes down the ramp, wrapped in chains as the crowd boos at him.]



Alexis Lace: His opponent, representing the Establishment…SCHMIED!!!



[He’s carrying a hammer with him in his right hand. He pounds his hammer at the heavy beat of the music as flames come up from the entrance ramp. Schmied climbs up the ropes and jumps in place, eager to destroy his opponent.]



Chris Caudill: Its war time!



Ricky Cravate: Absolutely Chris…



[The bell rings, as Pariah stands up, reaching into his pants pocket, and pulling out Schmieds mask. He puts it on and looks at him, cackling under his breath as Schmied goes on the attack. He ducks the clothesline, and immediately hits him with a rolling elbow to the back of the
skull.]



Chris Caudill: Mirakuru to open up the match!



Ricky Cravate: If only KO’s counted Chris, Pariah might of just taken him out in one blow!



[Schmied stumbles forward, falling into the middle rope. Pariah draps his leg across the back of his head-choking the lift out of him. He picks him up and delivers a series of strikes to the chest, before snapping him over with a snapmare, and kicking the masked mutant in the back. The crowd roars as he drops down and delivers a flurry of elbows to the head of the Establishments monster, before locking in a cravate, and lifting him up to a vertical base. He quickly snaps him over-driving him head first into the middle turnbuckle as the crowd pops loudly. He rolls to the floor and goes beneath the ring, pulling a trashcan of weapons out. He throws them into the ring and slides back into the ring-where Schmied catches him with a shot to the back. He picks up Pariah and shoots him into the ropes-telegraphing a backdrop and taking a DDT for his troubles. Pariah instinctively floats over into a cover-but the ref tells him no. He gets up-as the ref checks for blood. Pariah reaches into the trash can, and pulls out a kendo stick. He smiles sadistically
as he looks at Schmied-before taking his stolen mask off-and wrapping it around the stick.]



Chris Caudill: What the hell does he have in mind here?



[Pariah goes into the trashcan, and pulls out a torch lighter, and ignites the end of the kendo stick, and the mask as the crowd pops. He turns to Schmied and cracks him in the back with the firey cane-until it breaks in half. The broken, flaming mask and tip still lay in the ring-as he picks up Schmied and drops him with a double arm DDT onto it. Schmied yells as he rolls to the floor, and Pariah just cackles-delivering a horrific look to the camera.]



Ricky Cravate: Pariah has lost it.



Chris Caudill: He’s a cornered fox Richard. He has nothing to lose, and sweet glorious vengeance to gain.



[Pariah stands up, and runs the far ropes, diving through them and catching Schmied with a suicide dive. The crowd pops as he stands up and throws his arms out-yelling to the crowd before delivering a hard shin kick to the head of Schmied. He picks him up and slams him into the railing, delivering a pair of strikes to the head. The ref again checks for blood-but Schmied shoves him out of the way and fires back with a forearm strike to Pariah. He throws a knee and doubles him over-smashing him face first onto the steel steps.]



Schmied: WHOSE YOUR HERO NOW?!



[He grabs a chair, and smashes it over the back of Pariah’s upperbody-sandwiching him between steel steps and steel chair. He repeats this two more times, as the ref checks for blood. The match continues as Schmied sets the chair up on the floor-and pulls Pariah up, setting him in the chair. He grabs a second one and sets it against Pariahs chest-before delivering a running boot to the chair-collapsing the first chair and taking ALL the breath out of his lungs.]



Ricky Cravate: The Monster Incarnate could of broke Pariah’s sternum!



Chris Caudill: Pretty sure that’s his plan Ricky.



[Schmied mocks Pariah-by throwing his arms in a crucifix. He turns around and grabs him by the hair-slamming him into the railing. He throws a haymaker and sends Pariah into the first row, causing the fans to scatter like roaches. He follows him into the crowd-grabbing a fans chair and stalking the former Hybrid Champion as he crawls into the crowd. He yells at
Pariah, crashing the chair into his spine repeatedly. He allows Pariah a moment to fight up-and delivers another shot to the back-forcing the Hall of Famer down.]



Ricky Cravate: Schmied is showing Pariah what a ‘destroyer of worlds’ really looks like!



[Schmied picks up Pariah and grabs him by the neck. He goes to chokeslam him on the concrete-but Pariah blocks it with a lowblow, followed by a stiff uppercut. He turns around and delivers a stiff lariat-spinning for momentum-and taking the bigger Schmied down to the concrete floor.]



Chris Caudill: LARIAT O’ DOOM!



Ricky Cravate: I hear that’s the stiffest lariat this side of Super Dragon….



Chris Caudill: I didn’t even know Super Dragon was relevant anymore Ricky….



[On the floor-Pariah crawls to a chair-and uses it to climb to a knee. Schmied pops up and delivers a hard boot-knocking the back of the chair into Pariahs head. The crowd boos loudly as Schmied just laughs, and toys with the hall of famer as the ref checks for blood. He signals that Pariah is all clear as Schmied continues the assault. He lifts him up and throws him back into the railing-before lifting him up and bench pressing him over the railing and to the floor at ringside. The crowd roars with boos as Schmied stalks his prey, allowing Pariah to slowly climb to a vertical base. Pariah turns aroud as Schmied nails him with a big boot-nearly taking his bearded head off. The crowd roars as he lifts him up and slides him back into the ring. He
pulls a table out from beneath the ring, and sets it up on the floor-before he climbs onto the apron and plays to the crowd-as Pariah runs at him and delivers an elbow strike to the head. He follows it up with a knee to the mid section, and a sunset flip powerbomb-driving Schmied through the table. The crowd erupts as both men lay in the rubble. The crowd begins to rally behind Pariah as both men slowly stir.]



Chris Caudill: Huge move by Pariah, something we’ve never seen from him before.



Ricky Cravate: Well I mean it’s not like Pariah doesn’t change his move set about as often as his theme music….


Chris Caudill: Pariah shockingly the first to his feet! He just rolled into the ring.



Ricky Cravate: A sign of weakness Chris. He’s trying to build as much distance between he and Schmied as possible!


Chris Caudill: But Schmied is still in this one, as the ref says neither man has bled yet!



[Schmied gets to his feet-as Pariah tries to catches his breath in the far corner of the ring. Schmied gets into the ring, as Pariah stands up in the corner. Schmied runs at him for a splash in the corner-but Pariah ducks it and Schmied connects with the turnbuckle. Pariah goes behind him and attempts to suplex him out-but Schmied throws a couple of elbows to the head-before delivering a hard headbutt-knocking Chicago’s Finest down. Schmied starts ascending the turnbuckle-looking for something devastating. Pariah gets up and delivers a shot to the knee. He puts his head underneath Schmied-setting him on his shoulders, before stepping backwards to the center of the ring. He drops him on the mat-and delivers a rolling elbow to the back of his
head-knocking him down as the crowd explodes.]



Chris Caudill: MIRAKURU! Pariah just caved the back of his skull in with Mirakuru!



Ricky Cravate: Pariah’s only hope is going to catering, getting a damn knife and just stabbing Schmied. Let’s be honest here.



Chris Caudill: What’s sad, is that wouldn’t be the first time someone got attacked with cutlery here in a PWX ring….



[Pariah stands over Schmied and smiles sadistically. He lifts him up by the hair and yells at him]



Pariah: Welcome to the Gates of Gotham Schmied….now…count up your sins!



[He grabs him by the head-and locks in a variation of a dragon sleeper. He than grabs the arm of Schmied-and wrenches it back in a modified armbar-trying to tear the arm out of its socket.]



Ricky Cravate: Submissions don’t count in this match!



Chris Caudill: Did you not read the RPs?



Ricky Cravate: RPs?



Chris Caudill: I mean…see his promo? He wants to break Schmied, even if he has to tear him limb from limb. Literally. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Pariah has in mind here Ricky!



[The crowd roars as Pariah yells-and Schmied yells out in pain. You can hear Schmied tapping out as Pariah drives his head to the mat. He lifts him back up-now driving his knee into the back of the neck of his opponent. The ref tries to stop it-but he’s completely powerless. Pariah wrenches back and Schmied screams loudly-before Pariah finally lets the hold go. He rolls back from Schmied-and gets to his knees, smiling sadistically as the crowd becomes mixed.]



Chris Caudill: I don’t think the fans were expecting THIS level of visciousness Ricky.



Ricky Cravate: Pariah is their hero…how would feel if your hero snapped somebody’s arm?



Chris Caudill: What if my hero is Jeffery Dahmer and snapping someones arm is fairly tame for him?


Ricky Cravate: Your sick…



[Pariah smirks as he grabs the trashcan of weapons in the middle of the ring, and starts rummaging through them. Refs check on Schmied-but he refuses to stop, powering himself to his knees. The crowd roars loudly as Pariah pulls a wet floor sign out from the can, and turns around-only to get the sign booted into his face by a one armed Schmied. The crowd is mixed
as Pariah rolls to the far side of the ring, and out to the floor-trying to distance himself from the unstoppable killing machine Darin Zion calls Schmied. He pulls his hair back and turns around-just as Schmied starts running.]



Chris Caudill: What..the…



Ricky Cravate: HOLY SHIT!!!



Chris Caudill: Schmied just went for a suicide dive through the ropes, and Pariah was ready for him-delivering a third helping of Mirakuru right to the top of the skull!



[The fans get a second look at it, as Schmied dives through the middle and top ropes-and Pariah delivers Mirakuru to the head. Both men fall to the mat, as the crowd explodes with cheers.]



Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



Chris Caudill: both men are down!



[The crowd roars as Pariah fights to a knee. He looks over at Schmied, who could pass for a corpse on the Walking Dead. He smirks as he leans against the ring-and goes and grabs him by the hair. He rolls him onto the apron, and climbs up with him. He throws his arms out again-and lifts Schmied up, looking for some variation of a piledriver. Schmied counters it with a lowblow, and drops Pariah head first on the apron with a piledriver of his own-dropping him head first on the ring apron.]



Ricky Cravate: OH MY GAWD!!!



Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



[Schmied sits on the apron-as Pariah lay nearly dead on the floor.]



Chris Caudill: Pariah has a history of neck and collar bone injuries Ricky.



Ricky Cravate: That might have been the death nail for him tonight!



[The ref checks on Pariah, who is still not bleeding.]



Ricky Cravate: Good thing Pariah wasn’t emo in high school Chris…he’d have one helluva time cutting his wrists!



[Schmied looks frustrated as he grabs Pariah and slides him into the ring. He yells to the crowd as he pulls a roll of Razor Wire out from under the ring, and throws it in. He follows Pariah in, and makes a cut throat motion-lifting him up for a reverse Death Valley Driver-planning to put
him head first into that razor wire. Pariah kicks the bad arm, and rolls off the shoulders of Schmied-turning him around and lifting him up onto HIS shoulders. He turns him around and Schmied kicks the ref in the face-before Pariah drops him with the Go 2 Sleep. He follows it up with an STO into a backbreaker-before flipping his hair back.]



Pariah: SCHMIED….



Crowd & Pariah: YOU HAVE FAILED THIS COMPANY!



[He swings back and delivers Lights Out on Schmied-putting him face first into the Razor Wire. The crowd rolls as he rolls Schmied over, and see’s blood trickling from his exposed face.]



Ricky Cravate: DAMN IT!



Chris Caudill: Pariah’s done it!



Ricky Cravate: The ref is down though…



[Without warning, Troy Stone slides into the ring, and nails Pariah from behind. He lifts him up and drops him with TombSTONED onto the Razor Wire. The crowd boos as he reaches into his jeans, and pulls out a switchblade-cutting up the now cut forehead of John Pariah. He pulls his shirt off and uses it to cover Schmied’s face, and wipe the blood away before he jumps out of the ring and Schmied throws the shirt down-as he crawls to his feet in the corner.]



Chris Caudill: Not this way!



Ricky Cravate: GENIOUS!



[The ref starts to come to-and see’s a bloody John Pariah laying by the razor wire. He quickly calls for a bell, as Schmied rolls out of the ring.]



Chris Caudill: Robbery!



Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….SCHMIED!!


The crowd boos loudly as Troy Stone raises the monsters arm, and Zion steps back out onto the stage to congratulate them. The ref checks on Pariah-who stirs to a knee. He see’s Stone on the stage with Zion and Schmied, and feels the blood pouring down his face. The look in his eyes could kill, and you can see him yelling over the ropes as we fade out.



WINNER: SCHMEID

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[Blood comes pouring down Schmied's face as he walks up to Shawn Lester with a microphone. Before Schmied can even grab the microphone, Darin Zion immediately grabs it and smiles. Schmied looks a little pissed off, but shrugs it off, as he looks completely satisfied with murdering Pariah in order to seal his fate. Darin Zion looks ecstatic and Shawn Lester immediately starts the interview.]

Shawn Lester: So now that Schmied...won against John Pariah tonight, does that seal him to become the number 1 contender as he's knocked out a few former PWX champions and still remain undefeated in PWX?

Crowd: BULL SHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

[Darin Zion looks around and smirks, he absorbs the crowd hatred and looks off onto the camera with a serious look. Schmied continues to just stand there, glaring in complete satisfaction. The crow immediately starts a "Stryke Them Down" chant as Schmied hovers behind Darin Zion. Zion pops his knuckles and leans into the microphone as he passionately speaks.]

Darin Zion: Rather it's hook or crook with Troy Stone finally getting his ass motivated from not doing shit the last month, it looks as though the Establishment proved their point to the House of Stone; you step up or fucking get out. You want our endorsement, you do our fucking work. But regardless of what happened, since it was an unsanctioned match, Schmied rides into The Second Imitative PPV riding high with a PWX Championship match awaiting him in the distance. And what can you say? He's the only man in PWX history to have a long fucking streak like this. We had Ricky Valero that fell and other people like Kenji whatever the fuck his Japanese ass was. But unlike them, we now have Schmied. Our ruler and savior to PWX.

Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULL SHIT! BULLSHIT!

Darin Zion: You all know it to be true. Schmied since fighting for his life in concentration camps and being rescued by me has ascended PWX's ranks and never been pinned or submitted and tonight is no exception. Tonight, Schmied took out John Pariah like he will take out the winner of tonight's main event match. It's so easy, Schmied can snap anyone...including that old fucking bitch named Noah Hanson. I could continue about how I loathe Mr. Hanson and even promise him a beating from Schmied, but I want Mr. Hanson at the top of his game come November. And I guarantee we won't have to bring in Noah's kids to motivate his ass, unlike Pariah. Schmied totally could have raped her from that vibe and that's the kind of training Schmied has: he's a cold-blooded killer and he can not only physically snap you, but mentally as well. And that's why I'm confident that Schmied becomes PWX Champion at the Second Initiative.

[Shawn Lester immediately steps in and dignifiedly takes back his microphone. Shawn seems rather cool and collected unlike his past self. Darin moves back and stands next to Schmied, who still has his arms crossed, looking heartless. He smirks about the killer comment in reference to what he did to Madison last week. Zion pats Schmied on his shoulders.]

Shawn Lester: So I have to ask you, Darin, tonight's main event, do you honestly see Adam Stryker or John Ojeda walking out as PWX Champion? We know you hate Stryker and let's face it, you'll be involved with tonight's outcome. But who do you think has gotten the win tonight?

[Darin steps back and evilly smiles. He pauses and takes in the hatred while Schmied smiles back at the cameras.]

Darin Zion: I'll say this right now. Tonight I'll do my duty as owner to make damn sure this crowd gets what they paid to see. if I make an appearance, I will be fair, I will be smart, and I will only do what I am required to do. So rest assured, Darin Zion will do what's truly...best for business.

[The camera fades to black as Schmied stands there, pounding his fists in intimidation.]

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As Nighthawk and Jason Aries sit alone in their locker room, wrapping their hands up tight as they share several glances towards each other but don't share a single word, the door to their locker room yawns open and in walks Alexis Lace.

Nighthawk, finishing the wrapping up of his hands and grabbing a small X-Acto knife from off of a nearby table: "No words, Alexis. Not for this."

Jason crouches down for a few moments as he hits his kick pads the loud smack screams throughout the room as he slowly stands back up he takes the knife from Night Hawk and cuts off the rest of his tape. He then looks over at Alexis who is still waiting to see if he has something to say he waits a few moments and then speaks. "Alexis it's very simple three teams enter two leave losers one leaves the world tag team champions great company if you will but on this night it will be Bad Company."

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WORLD CUP FINALS LADDER MATCH
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
#1 VOX POPULI vs #2 BAD COMPANY vs #8 MASCARA MUERTO

Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is the finals of the PWX Tag Team Tournament, and is a Triple Ladder Match.”


Green Pyro explodes from the corners of the ring as the lights start to flash from green to orange every few seconds. Soon the masked duo of Norte and Muerto appear on the stage where they both kneel and make crosses on their chests before standing up and taking off down the ramp to the ring. Muerto slides in under the ropes as Norte hops up onto the apron and springboards over the ropes landing on his feet as the two split up to opposite turnbuckles each ascending to the second rope where Norte holds his fist high in the air and Muerto just stands there staring out over the crowd. The two then get down from the turnbuckles and make their way to their corner.


Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 395 pounds, the #8 seed in the tournament, the team of El Mascara Del Norte and La Sombra Muerto….. Mascara Muerto!”


As their opponents stand in their corner, going over strategies for this contest, the arena lights slowly fade into darkness one section of the arena at a time as the sold-out crowd rises to their feet and begins cheering as strobe lights move throughout the arena. Almost as quickly the opening strains of “Shoot to Thrill (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)” by Halestorm boom out through the sold-out arena as Nighthawk and Jason Aries stand at the top of the ramp surveying the crowd before bumping fists and walking down the ring ramp slowly but confidently. Slapping hands with the first few rows of ringside, taking special care to embrace the kids as they do so, both men slide onto the ring apron before standing on opposite sides of the turnbuckles as the crowd chants "Bad Company!"


Alexis Lace: “Team #2, at a total combined weight of 387 pounds, the #2 seed in the tournament, the team of Nighthawk and Jason Aries….. Bad Company!”


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 he eyeballs the opponents


Alexis Lace: “Team #3, at a total combined weight of 446 pounds, the #1 overall seeds in the tournament, Elijah Black and Daniel ‘The Punishment’ Everett….. Vox Populi!”


Alexis Lace: “And now, for the belt-raising ceremony. Please welcome, at this time, the last PWX Tag Team Champions, Noah Hanson and Brian Hollywood.”

Chris: Oh boy.

Ricky: Well this has got to be awkward...


As Noah Hanson and Brian Hollywood each come out separately, flanked by armies of security personnel on each side of them, they each grab one end of the hooks and place their tag team title inside the hook and watch as it is raised to the rafters before walking out, each man being more or less guided to the back by security.

Chris: It looks like Hollywood doesn't even want any part in this.

Ricky: Hence the security..Mr. Hollywood obviously had more important things to do than some stupid tag team title honor.


As the referee rings the bell to start the match all 3 teams now take a look above them where the tag team titles currently hang, each seeming to realize what those championship belts will do for their own careers. Almost immediately though Elijah Black, seemingly still smarting from Vox Populi’s loss to Bad Company last week in a streetfight, leaps over towards Nighthawk and begins laying into him with forearm smashes causing Jason Aries to jump in and defend his tag team partner which quickly brings in Daniel Everett to do the same thing as both teams pick up where they left off a week ago, leaving Mascara Muerto standing in the middle of the ring with no one paying all that much attention to them. Quickly sliding out of the ring to grab a ladder La Sombra Muerto turns around and is hit with a massive lariat from Daniel Everett, who stopped brawling with Nighthawk long enough to notice what was going on. Grabbing the ladder himself Daniel moves to take it back into the ring, only to be stopped by Nighthawk who drills him with a step-up enzuigiri to the back of the head followed by a standing shiranui from Jason Aries which sets him up perfectly for a kneeling superkick from Nighthawk who then lands a basement dropkick to the face just to be sure. Rolling the ladder into the ring the Chicago native stands up on the ring apron and is quickly drilled from behind by Elijah Black with a forearm shiver to the back that sends him flying face-first into the guardrail. As Jason Aries moves to stop him La Sombra Muerto pulls him down off of the ring apron and hits him with a superkick before Daniel Everett runs through him with a vicious spear. Meanwhile, in the ring, Elijah Black begins to climb up the ladder only to be pulled down by El Mascara Del Norte who lands a duo of forearms to the head that sends Elijah to the floor where Nighthawk is waiting for him with a leaping forearm smash to the head right into a Pressure Drop from Bad Company.

Chris: And things are already getting crazy!

Ricky: Well no shit! Were FINALLY crowning NEW tag team champions!


Setting up the ladder in the center of the ring El Mascara Del Norte looks around and notices no one particularly moving towards him and takes one long deep breath before making the slow climb up the ladder. But as he does so Daniel Everett slides into the center of the ring and pulls the ladder down before moving El Mascara Del Norte into the corner and landing a trio of shoulderblocks to the midsection to keep him immobilized. But as he backs up, looking to land another running spear, La Sombra Muerto interrupts that with a standing dropkick before Elijah Black takes him out with a bicycle kick into a deadlift release German suplex. Seeing an opening Bad Company lands Company’s Here on El Mascara Del Norte, before ducking under a wild clothesline attempt from Elijah Black and countering that with stereo superkicks. But as they climb up the ladder Daniel Everett somehow rises from his slumber long enough to push the ladder over, sending Bad Company crumbling to the mat as the match appears to reset again.

Chris: Everett potentially saving it for Vox Populi!

Ricky: I like Everett. He's actually come a long way since he debuted.

Chris: Everett has definitely gotten better! We have to mention our masked friends as well.

Ricky: I'm not going to lie...they've surprised me...but I think their luck is going to run out tonight.


As all 6 men slowly stir to their feet, already showing wear and tear from this long matchup, La Sombra Muerto is the first one to rise to his feet albeit on wobbly legs before setting up a ladder directly underneath the tag team titles. But as he moves to climb the ladder, stopping every other step to exhale and find the strength to keep going up, Daniel Everett somehow rises from his feet to stop him and clobber him in the thigh with a right hand allowing Elijah Black to drop him off of the ladder with a Black Descent, as both men lie on the mat sucking wind as the ladder falls harmlessly to the canvas. Seeing their best chance for victory Nighthawk sets up another ladder and puts it directly underneath the tag team title belts, climbing slowly as Jason Aries stirs to his feet and dispatches El Mascara Del Norte with a roaring elbow.

Chris: This could be it!

Ricky: Hawk looking to end this match! It's been brutal already.

Chris: They've come a long way for this chance!

Ricky: Nighthawk looks to be closing in!


But as Nighthawk climbs up the ladder Daniel Everett begins to stir and move in the direction of the “Wrestling Machine”. Seeing the problem Jason Aries lands a sole butt kick to the stomach before hooking in a neckbreaker as Nighthawk climbs back down and hits a falling crossbody from the ladder exactly as Jason Aries drops down with the neckbreaker. But as Jason Aries gets up Elijah Black runs through him with a bicycle kick, only to walk right into a double enziguri from Mascara Muerto. Standing guard El Mascara del Norte instructs La Sombra Muerto to climb up the ladder, which he does and brings down the World Tag Team Titles.

Chris: HOLY SHIT!


Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, and the new PWX World Tag Team Champions, Mascara Muerto.”

Ricky: What the fuck just happened?

Chris: Your masked friends apparently didn't run out of luck after all.

Ricky: Well I'll be damned...

Chris: Mascara Muerto has done something nobody else thought they would do...get all the way and become the new Tag Team Champions!

Ricky: To beat teams like Vox Populi AND Bad Company...you've got to be pretty fucking talented! For once, I don't mind tipping my hat to them!



WINNERS: MASCARA MUERTO

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The scene opens back up as The Public Service Announcement is held up again in a darkened room. Codair is seen grinning ear to ear as he begins to speak again.

"I have traveled the corridors, and found a place where I can address the issues that need to be addressed without being interupted by the corrupt powers that be. Those pompous dashingly dastard bastards in the Anti- Establishment movement have asked me, your unsung hero. YOur loud mouthed brash son of a bitch to address certain issues and air out my opinions to save the mindless from the corrupt propaganda that is being aired out by the powers that be. Well folks, I am here to bring you the truth about things, well maybe not the whole truth but something remotely interesting involving Pro Establishment forces. Fact remains the same, that we need to rally our troops and focus on....."

The light comes on as Codair covers up his eyes and John Ojeda is seen standing there looking at Codair confused.

John: "Really Teej."

TJ: "Yes, Really."

John: "Here."

TJ: "Yes here."

John: "You know your standing in the Women's lockerroom room.

TJ: "Is there no place sacred."

Ojeda just puts his hand over his head and shakes his head a moment.

TJ: "As i was saying folks, we all need to get together and focus on destroying the establishment, circling it and crushing it, with the very same stranglehold that it has used on us for so long. We will eliminate this threat against professional wrestling itself, with.............."

Nikki Blade comes into view just looking at TJ, as stops short.

TJ: "Seriously."

Nikki: "OUT."

TJ: "God damnit, c'mon John. John, John. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO JOHN DON'T GO INTO THE LIGHT."

The cameraman walks out, and turns to see John Ojeda being dragged by the scruff of his shirt towards her, as TJ chuckles and exits the lockeroom. End of scene.

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MAIN EVENT LOTTERY MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs DAVID WILSON vs JAYSON LOGAN vs LEO BANKS

[As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air. Leo Banks looks on, quite starstruck, staring rather nervously up at the spotlights.]

Ricky: Anton Chase looks completely pumped for tonight's match-up. Since he returned, Chase looks to find himself a home amongst our talent within both the Next Generation and Hybrid divisions. He's quite the veteran.

Chris: Yes, Chase, a former Hybrid Champion desperately wants his spot back on top. He will kill to get his championship back.

[The lights flicker for a few moments as RadioActive starts to play over the pa system. Out from the smog entrance steps Jayson Logan, (will edit more so once I figure out what way I want to do with him. Leo Banks still looks up at the lights, rather confused where he's at. He starts to shake.]

Ricky: God damnit Banks, I've got you to win this fucking match. I've been perfect thus far tonight. I figure you would come back and BANKS on it.

Chris: This was your most fucked up pick. I honestly have Chase winning, but he's got some stiff competition to this man about ready to enter the arena.

["Desperate Times, Desperate Measures" hits the PA system as the crowd quickly begin jeering. Soon, David Wilson walks out to ramp with Bruce Bowen following him. The obvious noticeable thing that sticks out about David is the red, white and black body paint all over his face and body along with a kendo stick in his hand. David looks at the crowd before points towards the ring with his kendo stick. David glares at Bruce before he looks at the ring. David then starts to make his way down the ramp.

Alexis Lace: From Liverpool, England, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is the "Ripper" DAVVID WILLLSON!

Define me a parasite.
Define my host.
Trapped beneath the floor.
I slowly waste away.
Now I pull my frail body into the chair.
And look me in the face.
Oh, disappointments, so disappointing.
This may be my last one.
It's gonna be good and hard.
It might be a touch out of key. (a touch out of key)

David slowly walks down to the ring as he hears those at ringside booing him. David looks at them and points to a few using his kendo stick before drifting his eyes back to the ring. Bruce follows suit. David continues his trot until he manages to walks up the steel steps. Bruce remains on the outside. David turns around and faces the crowd as they boo him. David simply stands on the apron and stares at all of them before he enters the ring.

When this thing breaks.
I will be you
You will be me.
I pray that this is really happening.
When this thing breaks.
I will be you
You will be me.
Let's hope this is short lived and riddled with disease

David walks to the middle of the ring, eyes closed and kendo stick in hand. David then slowly opens his eyes and points towards the audience with his kendo stick. David then tosses his kendo stick to Bruce on the outside before he walks over to a corner and prepares for his match.]

Ricky: Now he's my second choice to win, he's quite the stallion as Troy Stone's right hand man. He's a British man with an attitude. He's excellent.

Chris: And you're verbally raping this audience, let's just call this match...the bell is about to ring

[The referee rings the bell and immediately David Wilson charges towards Jayson Logan and knocks him out of the ring. David Wilson starts pounding on Jayson Logan. However the camera immediately turns into the ring with Anton Chase standing in wonderment while Leo Banks freezes up in complete terror. Anton Chase stands there just scratching his head looking at Leo Banks as if he's a retard. As soon as Anton Chase immediately goes up to shake Leo Banks' hand, we see a wet stain come across Leo Banks' front side. Anton Chase immediately points and laughs.]

Ricky: WHAT THE FUCK?

Chris: HE JUST PISSED HIMSELF?!

Ricky: FUCK!

[Chase immediately slaps Leo Banks across the face and Leo Banks starts overselling the slap. He starts to convulse. Chase shakes his head while Leo Banks continues to seize across the ring, trying like he's auditioning for some broadway musical about some trout who's about to die. As David Wilson stops nailing Jayson for a moment, he turns and shakes his head and continues to pound the shit out of Jayson Logan. Logan immediately gets sent into the turnbuckle. The camera pans right back up and we see Anton Chase on the top rope watching Leo Banks continue to act like a dying trout. Chase immediately hits a Shooting Star Press beautifully on the convulsing referee. Leo Banks continues to act like he's on meth, trying to kick out of the fall, but Chase forces all his weight onto Banks and the referee ignores the kick out attempts.]

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Alexis Lace: Leo Banks has been eliminated!!!!

Ricky: DAMNIT! I totally fucked this up like the Final Four too! I had Duke winning it all.

Chris: Well, you were wrong! Clearly Leo Banks wanted to audition for something other than a pro wrestler. Honestly, he'll be heading back to Hollywood's office for his shitty performance tonight to get future endeavored.

Ricky: You'd think the soul of the late Jeff Hardy has possessed him!

Chris:..........You're an idiot Ricky, Jeff Hardy's not dead.

Ricky: Well, he's dead to me damnit.

Chris: GREAT SCOTT!

[Chase immediately nails a few stiff blows to Leo Banks and knocks him the fuck out as a couple of security guards with a straight jacket put it around Leo Banks. As he starts to come to, you can hear Leo Banks talking about the aliens.]

Crowd: ALIENS! ALIENS!

Ricky: This crowd is definitely amped up about Leo Banks.

Chris: Well he at least found a good home now!

[Chase immediately turns his attention towards the outside. He immediately sees David Wilson just annihilating Jayson Logan with a chair. The crowd boos as WIlson continues to level Logan with the chair. Chase cannot stand Wilson's attacks. He immediately climbs towards the top turnbuckle and sets up. As Wilson drops the chair, immediately Chase leaps off the top rope and does a Suicide Plancha off the top rope and knocks WIlson down. Chase then immediately rushes towards the barricade and climbs onto it. Wilson grabs the chair to swing at Chase, but as soon as he gets back up, Chase hits him and knocks him out with the chair. Jayson Logan immediately starts getting back up to his feet. Logan crawls into the ring and taunts Chase. Chase immediately shakes his head and rolls into the ring. Jayson Logan nails a few punches to try and stop Chase. Chase immediately plows at Jayson Logan and takes him down and fires a few punches. Chase picks Logan up and sends him into the turnbuckle only for Logan to hit a crossbody on him. Logan's body however, struggles to get back up as the chair shots finally are starting to affect him.]

Ricky: Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, Logan still has some fight within!

Chris: GREAT SCOTT! I thought Logan would stay down for the count. He's fueling himself with more offense. A helluva lot better than Leo Banks and Jordan Caliban's love child. God, what crack are they smoking?!

Ricky: I don't know but apparently that shit must be some good shit.

[Jayson immediately picks up Chase for a suplex, but Chase reverses it. Chase kicks him and knocks Logan down with a DDT. David Wilson immediately returns into the match. Wilson comes running on the inside to take out Chase. As Chase starts to kick Logan, David Wilson immediately goes into the ring ropes and pulls out a set of brass knuckles. Wilson slides into the ring and immediately nails Chase in the balls. Wilson then picks up Chase and tries to hit a brainbuster immediately, but Chase reverses it into a suplex. Logan tries to get back up. Wilson leaps back up. Logan immediately starts to run at Chase, but Wilson grabs him. Chase looks at Wilson for a moment, reluctantly nods, and immediately both men pick up Logan and nail a double suplex on him. Chase and Wilson then look at each other and immediately start to trade blows. Wilson gets the upper hand on Chase and flings him into the ropes and nails a power slam. Logan then starts to get up and tries to capitalize on Wilson, but Wilson flips him with a monkey toss. Wilson then picks him up and nails a brain buster on him. He goes for the cover, and Chase immediately drags Wilson into the middle of the ring. Chase goes for the cover, but Wilson pulls him off. Logan starts to get up over this fight. Wilson notices and immediately and grabs him and nails a Wilson's End. Chase recovers from a punch to the face and immediately nails a Chase Factor on Wilson. Chase grabs Logan's leg and covers him.]

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

Alexis Lace: Jayson Logan has been ELMINATED!

Ricky: Wow! Who would have thought Chase and Wilson would feud over pinning the third man out in this match?

Chris: I don't know, but honestly, we know there's a lot of pride between Wilson and Chase over the Hybrid Title. So Chase might want to show his dominance over Wilson. Getting the pin over our newest star Jayson Logan definitely shows that he was seen as a threat.

Ricky: No he wasn't! They feuded over him to show the edge. It's basically like Chase going, no my dick's bigger, then Wilson retorts and the circle of manhood goes on. Are you that stupid Chris?

Chris: You must know about their dick sizes!

Ricky: Shut up and call this match, looks like Chase is covering Wilson from that Chase Factor now...

ONE...

TWO....NO!


[Wilson throws his arm up in complete anger and wraps his body around Chase. He hits him in a small package catching him off guard.]

ONE...

TWO....

[Chase kicks out and both men let off. They both rebound and glare at one another. They both run into the ring ropes and immediately clothesline one another. Both leap up and Wilson charges with a spinning wheel kick. Chase ducks under the kick. Chase then proceeds to grab Wilson's arm, but before he can even think about locking in an armbar on Wilson, Wilson shoves Chase into the ropes. Wilson immediately leaps into the air and nails an enzuguri straight into Chase's jawline. Wilson immediately goes for a Lionsault, but Chase sticks his knees straight into the air and Wilson goes straight into them.]

Chris: What determination from both men! They're fighting for this main event spot on a future Adrenaline like true men. They know each other inside and out.

Ricky: Kind of like a hooker...

Chris: You just had to throw in a Zion nod didn't you?

Ricky: Yes, he told me to piss you off because you need to call this...this AWESOME FUCKING ACTION! WILSON JUST NAILED A STIFF DRAGON SUPLEX!

[Chase grabs his back after how stiffly Wilson planted Chase down. As Wilson immediately leans down into grabbing Chase, Chase immediately locks in an armbar on Wilson. Wilson fights towards the ropes. Wilson then pulls himself up with the ropes. Chase immediately rushes after Wilson, but Wilson ducks out of the way and sends Chase over the ropes. Wilson hints like he's going to charge the ropes and leap towards the outside, but as soon as he hits the ropes, he taunts the crowd. Chase immediately grabs Wilson by the legs and drags him on the outside. Chase tries to hit a Belly to Belly suplex on the concrete, but Wilson immediately pokes Chase in the eyes much towards the disdain of the crowd.]

Chris: Eye rake by Wilson, he's trying to gain the vantage point on Wilson. It's definitely looking like he could with that.

Ricky: Chase is blind, not stupid! It's not like I want Chase to win, but come on, a former champion knows his way around the arena. You can't be that stupid, can you?

[Wilson immediately tosses Chase into the steel steps. He drapes Chase's body on them. He climbs the apron and immediately hits a running leg drop onto Chase's head. Wilson slams Chase's head against the ring steps a few times for more good measure. Wilson then drags Chase into the ring. Wilson picks up Chase to hit the Wilson's End on him, but before he can do anything, Chase immediately wakes up from playing possum a bit, but still drowsy. Chase kicks Wilson in the head and then immediately nails a Chaos Theory onto Wilson. Chase immediately hooks the leg.]

Ricky: CHASE IS GOING ON TO THE MAIN EVENT OF ADRENALINE!!!!

Chris: What an excellent play; leg is hooked....

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

THRE....NOOOOO!!!! He kicks out! Wilson kicked out!

Ricky: That's what you get for not changing your styles up.

[Chase slams the mat and immediately picks up WIlson again. He sets him up Vertebreaker style. As he hoists up Wilson, Wilson inverts it and plants Chase down on the mat stiffly, softly knocking the referee down. Wilson gets back up and while the referee recovers, he immediately grabs the brass knuckles again and nails Chase stiffly in the balls for good measure. Chase reels a bit in pain. Wilson quickly nails his Wilson's End on Chase. Referee doesn't notice a thing, starts to count the cover]

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

Alexis Lace: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, and FUTURE MAIN EVENTER FOR AN ADRENALINE....DAVID WILSON!!!!

["Desperate Times, Desperate Measures" hits the PA system as the crowd quickly begin jeering as the referee holds Wilson's hand above his head. A replay airs showing Wilson getting the win.]

Ricky: Now that's what I like to see in a winner. Someone who can get the job done and Wilson did that tonight!

Chris: Now the question remains, what will Wilson do? And what's the restrictions of the main event he's won?

Ricky: I don't know but I'd love to see what Wilson's idea for a main event spot will be in a couple of weeks.



WINNER: DAVID WILSON

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The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen sitting outside the parking lot, a cigarette in hand and taking a few drags off it. he holds the sign up with his free hand and then just chucks it.

TJ: "Ladies and Gentlemen. I am sitting here about to give you all the low down on the............."

A drunk stumbles in front of Codair as he sits down next to him.

Drunk: "Hey man, I has been thinking about my life, and I don't like where it is leading."

Codair just blinks his eyes at the camera and mutters the words "What the fuck."

Drunk: "I just got kicked out, being a little bit tipsy and all. I just tried to score with this girl in there, and she reported me, shhh. Don't tell anyone, but im a virgin, and I was hoping to become a man tonight."

Codair just tosses the sign and shakes his head.

Drunk: "She was a heavier girl, i would say probably around 300 lbs, I tried bribing her with food."

Codair erupts laughing

Drunk: "What, I thought it would get her."

Codair stops for a moment, and takes a drag off his cigarette.

TJ: "Ok, so you tried to feed her food before you fed her your dick, I got ya, smart man. We don't need her mistaking it for a hotdog."

Drunk: "I just, I just, I just don't want to be a virgin anymore. Can you think of any way to help me?"

The guy gets closer to Codair as Codair looks at him nervously.

TJ: "OH FUCK NO."

Codair just hauls off and punches the drunk in the head as he falls down and lays there unconcious.

TJ: "Ya know, I try to do things the right way, try to cut a segment telling everyone what is what, and it ends in a joke. I try to be the rebel people want, I try to be the outsider, I try to air my grievences. Hell I try to do things, and what happens. I end up looking like a douche. WHAT THE FUCK, that is it. I am done, I am going home."

Codair stands up and walks away as the camera focuses on the guy Codair just knocked out. Codair pops his head back into frame.

TJ: "Well after I beat Nikki Walton, and play some Roulette."

The scene ends.

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Later That Night


Chris Caudill: Let’s show you folks what transpired between Schmied and John Pariah earlier tonight…

[Schmied looks frustrated as he grabs Pariah and slides him into the ring. He yells to the crowd as he pulls a roll of Razor Wire out from under the ring, and throws it in. He follows Pariah in, and makes a cut throat motion-lifting him up for a reverse Death Valley Driver-planning to put
him head first into that razor wire. Pariah kicks the bad arm, and rolls off the shoulders of Schmied-turning him around and lifting him up onto HIS shoulders. He turns him around and Schmied kicks the ref in the face-before Pariah drops him with the Go 2 Sleep. He follows it up with an STO into a backbreaker-before flipping his hair back.]



Pariah: SCHMIED….



Crowd & Pariah: YOU HAVE FAILED THIS COMPANY!



[He swings back and delivers Lights Out on Schmied-putting him face first into the Razor Wire. The crowd rolls as he rolls Schmied over, and see’s blood trickling from his exposed face.]



Ricky Cravate: DAMN IT!



Chris Caudill: Pariah’s done it!



Ricky Cravate: The ref is down though…



[Without warning, Troy Stone slides into the ring, and nails Pariah from behind. He lifts him up and drops him with TombSTONED onto the Razor Wire. The crowd boos as he reaches into his jeans, and pulls out a switchblade-cutting up the now cut forehead of John Pariah. He pulls his shirt off and uses it to cover Schmied’s face, and wipe the blood away before he jumps out of the ring and Schmied throws the shirt down-as he crawls to his feet in the corner.]



Chris Caudill: Not this way!



Ricky Cravate: GENIOUS!



[The ref starts to come to-and see’s a bloody John Pariah laying by the razor wire. He quickly calls for a bell, as Schmied rolls out of the ring.]



Chris Caudill: Robbery!



Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….SCHMIED!!

Ricky: And I understand, something is happening backstage right now…

[Later in the night, as Troy Stone is standing by catering, talking to a stagehand about what happened earlier-Pariah comes up behind him and attacks him, slamming his head onto the food table.]

Pariah: You son of a bitch!

[He grabs him and throws him into the wall, grabbing a half empty pot of coffee and smashing it over the back of Stone’s head. He picks him up and throws him into the wall-before hitting him with Mirakuru as he stumbles back. He tries to lock in the Gates of Gotham-but security pulls them apart.]

Pariah: I swear to God Stone…I will tear your fucking arm off!

[We fade back to ringside]

Chris Caudill: Obviously John Pariah pissed about Troy Stone screwing him out of his First Blood Match with Schmied earlier tonight!

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HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP
NIKKI WALTON(c) vs TJ CODAIR

Both the champion and the challenger meet in the center of the ring and watch the referee raise the prestigious Hybrid Championship above his head. He hands the belt to a ring crew member and the bell rings and the match is underway. Neither of the two is in a mood for a slow technical start, so instead of a lockup, Codair goes for an attack right away. Straight up kick to the gut doubles the champ over and TJ sends her to the corner. There, he rocks her with a Corner Lariat and then a T-Bone Suplex.

Chris: Wow, big start by TJ Codair early! He’s working over Nikki now and doesn’t go for the cover this early.

TJ grabs a hold of the legs of Nikki. He drops an elbow over the left one, then goes for the Torture Crab, but Walton manages to push him away with her legs. She’s up quickly, dodges a Lariat attempt and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a Dropkick which sends Codair down, close to the ropes. He gets up, using the ropes, but a stiff Enzuigiri kick by Nikki sends him out of the ring. The Flawless One raises up her arms, drawing surprising cheers from the crowd, then bounces off the ropes and it seems she’s going for a Suicide Dive… but instead, she slows down, slides out of the ring slowly and gouges TJ’s eye.

Ricky: Jesus Christ, that’s hilarious!

Chris: It’s also cheating, Ricky.

Ricky: Don’t be a spoilsport, man.

Nikki’s actions quickly draw loud boos from the crowd, and the champion continues to work over the Devil’s Own, Irish Whipping him to the guardrail with authority. She sends several stif kicks towards his mid-section, then leaps in the air and drops TJ on the ringside floor with a Frankensteiner. She slides back into the ring, but only to break the ref’s count, so she’s back out in a second, dishing out more punishment to Codair. She drops her knee across his chest several times, then takes few steps back, waiting for him to get up. When he does, she goes for a kick, but TJ dodges and Nikki finds herself with her leg up on the guardrail. Before she can put it down, Codair is grabbing her around the waist and sending her down with a German Suplex.

Chris: Vicious German!

Ricky: German? I thought Codair is from Boston…

The challenger rolls Nikki into the ring and quickly follows her, going for the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Chris: Nikki Walton staying alive after a tough landing from the German Suplex

Ricky: She is a champion, she can go through more than that.

Codair unleashes few angry stomps to the mid-section, then goes for a Knee Drop, but Walton rolls away. TJ finds himself kneeling, and is rocked and sent on his shoulder with a vicious kick to the head. The Flawless One then bounces off the ropes into a beautiful Cartwheel Legdrop. She hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Codair rolls to the ropes and uses them to get up. Nikki leaps in the air for the Thrillbilly Ride… but ends up on the canvas by herself as The Devil’s Own has the hold of the ropes. He raises Nikki up, she surprises him with a knee to the gut and bounces off the ropes, but walks right into a Japanese Armdrag. Codair keeps her in a simple Armbar, Nikki tries her best to sit up, but Codair wisely changes the submission, twisting her arm into a Hammerlock. Nikki gets up to a vertical base, Codair twists her arm in a simple Wristlock, but Walton uses a kick to the gut to get out of the hold. She Irish Whips TJ to the corner, hits a High Knee and a Tornado DDT, then floats over into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- Kickout!

Chris: The champion is getting an advantage!

The Hybrid Champion gets up and lands a beautiful Standing Moonsault, but then quickly gets to her feet again and adds a Standing Shooting Star Press!

Ricky: What a Flawless combo!

Chris: And now a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- Kickout!

Nikki tries to lift her opponent up, but he counters with stiff jabs to the gut and then delivers a Northern Lights Suplex into the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- Kickout!

Codair grabs Walton by the hair and throws her over the top rope. She hangs onto the ropes and stays on the apron, but Codair rocks her with a Headbutt, then steps on the apron right behind her, locks her arm and head…

Ricky: Holy Shit!

Chris: Gargoyle Suplex! And Nikki Walton drops off the apron to ringside after that landing, like a dead weight!

TJ quickly rolls her back inside and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREENO!

Chris: WHAT?!

Ricky: Nikki stays alive!

The Devil’s Own smacks the canvas in frustration as the crowd goes “This Is Awesome”. He raises Nikki up and places her on his shoulders.

Chris: It’s time for Broken Halo!

Walton fires back with machine gun like elbows to the temple, then manages to slide off TJ’s shoulders right in front of him… Pelé Kick out of nowhere!

Ricky: Black On Black! And down goes Codair!

Chris: TJ Codair goes down but it’s more than likely for Nikki Walton to go up…

The champion indeed goes up, climbing to the top rope.

She leaps in the air for a 450 Splash… Codair blocks it with his knees! Walton just got all the wind knocked out of her, and now TJ positions her up on his shoulders… Broken Halo!

Chris: Knockout knee to the face, Broken Halo!

Ricky: Here’s the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Chris: He did it!! We have a new champion!

Ricky: Oh fuck...the boss is definitely not going to like this one..



WINNER: TJ CODAIR

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We are taken backstage where Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, is found walking the hallways looking rather pissed off. He is holding the back of his head as a random backstage worker approaches him.

Worker: Mr. Hollywood, are you alright?

Hollywood: Who the fuck are you?

Worker: My name is Dan.

Hollywood: Dan? I don't remember hiring anyone named Dan.

Dan: That's why I'm here to introduce myself!

Hollywood: Ok? Is there a point to all of this because as you can see, I'm occupied.

Dan: Well some guy with this public announcement sign, he looked pretty official, hired me on the spot! So I couldn't wait to come in here to find you!

Hollywood, knowing just the man Dan was talking about, takes his hand away from the back of his head as his eyes widen. Hollywood slides a bit before decking Dan with an Executive Promise. Hollywood stands over him rather angry as Tiami Tyler walks up. She sports a confusing look on her face.

Tiami: What the fuck happened here?

Hollywood: Some guy who got two memos in a short amount of time!

Hollywood leans down towards Dan.

Hollywood: Here's a memo I hope you get straight....YOUR FIRED!

Hollywood gets back to his feet as Tiami rubs the back of Hollywood's head a bit.

Hollywood: It's fine, love.

Tiami: Are you sure? You look like your in some serious pain.

Hollywood: Oh no, I'm just more aggravated and pissed off for how this night has gone so far.

Tiami nods her head as she puts her arm around Hollywood.

Tiami: Well, there was one victory we got out of Rhonin and Ravenna tonight.

Hollywood smiles and nods his head.

Hollywood: Your exactly right. If there's one thing to be certain, is that were the winners out of this whole thing. Rhonin and Ravenna can celebrate their little title shots. However, there's always a win condition for me to justify in case things don't go completely my way. A price is always paid and Rhonin and Ravenna are about to find that out. They may have beaten us tonight...but their going to find out they won themselves a whole predicament that they wish they didn't get themselves into!

Tiami smiles as Hollywood laughs methodically. He puts his arm around Tiami as both of them walk down the hallway. Hollywood runs into Jerry Clark and says something to him.

Hollywood: Hey, clean that shit up back there! That mess doesn't belong in my building! See to it that....Dan, or whoever the fuck he's supposed to be, never steps foot in my building again!

Hollywood and Tiami walk off laughing as Clark starts to walk over to attend to Dan as we fade out.

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MAIN EVENT
PWX CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN OJEDA(c) vs ADAM STRYKER

All lights in the arena slowly fade as a sound of guitar echoes through the arena. Only one light shines down on the entrance ramp as Adam Stryker slowly walks out from the back and stands there, looking down.

Alexis Lace: "From Los Angeles, California, weighting in at 220 pounds... "The SoCal Switchblade"... ADAAAAAAAM... STRYYYYYYYKEEEEEEER!"

He starts walking towards the ring as the song comes to its first verse.

"I spoke to god today, and she said that she's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the devil today, and he swears he's not to blame.
And I understood, 'cause I feel the same."

As he is near the ring, he gets inside between the middle and the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle immediately, while the one light still shines at him. As the chorus of "Wrong Side of Heaven" hits, Adam performs his cut-throat taunt and then just poses on the turnbuckle with his arms spread.

"Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell."

Stryker hops off the buckles and stretches out to prepare for the match.

Chris: And now for our main event. Here comes the SoCal Switchblade, Adam Stryker.

Ricky: Our number one contender has been working his way to this moment for a long time Chris. And now he finally gets his chance to take home the PWX World Championship.

Chris: It’s a huge night for him and he looks poised and ready to go. But he is going to have his hands full tonight, because he’s taking on the three time PWX World Champion tonight.

Ricky: Here he comes. Here comes WRATH!

The lights in the arena dim and “The Crown is Mine” by the Heavy Metal Kings hits over the speakers. Wrath walks out from behind the curtain carrying a handle bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum. Ojead takes a big gulp from it causing the crowd to roar. As Wrath starts to walk down the ramp, he stops by the railing in front of the adult fans and holds the bottle over their heads. They all lean back and Wrath starts to walk and pour rum into fan’s mouths as he walks down the ramp and around the ring.

I’m the numerical value of death
9 double-M, shower lead and explosives
Powder keg that engulf and devour men
South of Heaven in the mouth of madness
Shouting at the casket, these idiots is drowning in the vastness
My science is accurate while your favorite rappers be dying by accident
In the closet like David Carradine
Who the last man standing, who survive?
How can a man that stand on top of the water be crucified?
I never been the type to throw stones in glass houses
I’d rather throw lightning bolts and terrorize thousands
Make it happen when I lace the captain
Ran up in the Chase Manhattan
You can’t see my face, I’m masking, now taste my ratchet
It’s the Cult Leader, the Isa, Mohammed of terror
Every morning wake up and see God in the mirror
The truth-speaker, I’m the universal chronicle bearer
Like Charles Manson being interviewed by Geraldo Rivera

Wrath gets around the ring and most of the bottle is empty. Wrath climbs in the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He bends back the Captain and finished the rest of it. Spitting some of it in the air as he jumps down from the turnbuckles.

The crown is mine

Alexis Lace: Introducing the three time and current PWX CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia, and weighing in at a devastating 255 POUNDS! JOHN “WRRRATTHH” OOOOJEDAAA!

This is Heavy Metal Kings, hardbody shit, sniffing white
I’m concerned with dying, y’all are concerned with living life
I’m in the Church of Anton while y’all are kissing Christ
You ain’t fucking around with Billy or with Vincent Price
I have love for distance, I am the resistance
I am godly while y’all are just lacking some specifics
I study bullet trajectory, it’s my love for physics
Chicken ain’t got nothing to do with my love for biscuits
I am cancerous, everything that’s around me dies
I am scandalous, everything that comes out me lies
I believe that you got weaponry but I doubt the size
You won’t see me on anything, I’m poking out your eyes
A bunch of John Wayne Gacys, fucking clowns
Any of y’all that don’t embrace me, knuckle down
I don’t fuck with small pay, at least a couple pounds
I don’t need 12 to trash y’all, give me a couple rounds

Wrath grabs the ropes and starts stretching them and himself on them



The bell rings and Stryker and Wrath start to circle each other. The crowd starts to clap as the two circle each other. They tie up and the crowd erupts in cheers. Stryker and Wrath battle for position, but end up breaking the tie up when neither man can gain and advantage. They go back to the tie up, and Stryker rolls into an arm wrench. Wrath spins clear of the arm wrench and hooks in one of his own. Stryker leans forward, rolls through on his head, and spins into a hammerlock. Wrath struggles and works free of the hammerlock, spinning Stryker into a chickenwing. Stryker takes a couple steps forward and hooks himself into the ropes and slingshots Wrath off of him, who backrolls back to his feet very close to Stryker. Stryker turns around just in time to be hit with a very stiff right hand that drives him through the ropes and onto the apron. Stryker gets to his feet and catches Wrath coming in for a second punch and blocks it. Stryker hooks Wrath for a suplex to the outside and goes to lift him; but Wrath struggles and stops it. Wrath reverses and picks him up to suplex Stryker back in, but he rounds out the back and catches Wrath by the waist; taking him over backwards and sitting on his legs to roll him up.

ONE

TWO!

Wrath kicks out!

Chris: We have arguably the two best wrestlers in PWX right now in the ring about to square off for the World title. It doesn’t get any bigger than this Ricky!

Ricky: They’re off, Chris. Neither man is getting a lot of leverage here, but they’re certainly looking for it Chris.

Chris: That they are. Things are heating up Ricky! Wow, stiff right from Wrath! Stryker is on the outside, but it looks like he might dump Wrath to the outside.

Ricky: They’re back in! Stryker reverses! This could be a quick one! NO! TWO!

Wrath gets up and looks back at Stryker and laughs. Stryker gets up quickly and readies himself. Wrath charges in, and despite Stryker’s best efforts to evade, is tackled to the mat. Wrath starts to rain down punches and hammer fists at Stryker’s head. Stryker blocks most of them, but a solid one catches him in the eye. Stryker works clear from the open guard position and hooks one of Wrath’s arms with his leg. Wrath swings again and Stryker and ducks it in the sitting position, shoving Wrath to the mat. Stryker grabs his leg and hooks in a Tequila Sunrise and wrenches back. Wrath groans in pain, and then after a moment, kicks Stryker in the back of the head with his free leg to get clear. When Stryker lets go of his leg, Wrath twists around and sinches in a rear naked choke, but Stryker immediately gets his feet on the ropes. Wrath breaks the hold and both men get back up.

Chris: Woah! That’s something we don’t see a lot. He just tackled him and is pounding on him Ricky! Stryker just took a nasty potatoe to the eye!

Ricky: I think it’s starting to swell shut already Chris.

Chris: Stryker is free and he’s got Wrath in that arm capture single leg crab! But Wrath broke free and has him in a rear naked choke!

Ricky: Chris, Stryker has great ring awareness. His foot was on the ropes within seconds of that rear naked choke going in.

Stryker and Wrath get back to their feet. Wrath approaches and swings for Stryker’s bad eye, but Stryker ducks the punch and ducks behind. Stryker attempts to lift the bigger Wrath for a german suplex, but Wrath blocks and gets the go behind. Wrath hooks Stryker’s arm over his head and picks him up, nailing him with a backdrop driver. Stryker hits the mat hard and Wrath shoots around, picking him up off the mat. Wrath spins him around and hits him with a quick body slam. Wrath drops a quick knee on Stryker’s bad eye again. Stryker sits up, holding his eye, and Wrath lays into him with a vicious back kick that echos throughout the arena. Wrath stoops down and hits Stryker with a right hook, a left hook, and then an even stiffer right hook. Stryker topples over and falls flat on the mat. Wrath motions to the crowd that starts to cheer, and then cockily covers Stryker with his foot.

ONE!

TWO!

Stryker kicks out angrily!

Chris: Wrath is wasting no time in going after Stryker’s eye. The Champ is taking over control of the match here.

Ricky: Wrath is a monster inside that ring. There’s a lot of people that want to talk about his tendancies to lean to the use of weapons; but the reality is the guy can work with the best in the world. I just think he’s a sick fuck that likes to carve people up.

Chris: You are right about that Ricky. He is laying the hammers to Stryker. Stryker may have never dealt with anyone quite like Wrath to this point!

Ricky: No, but he doesn’t look happy about that! Wrath can be super disrespectful, and it has cost him on several occasions. But I don’t think he cares. But he’ll care if Stryker takes that title from him.

Wrath picks Stryker up and whips him into the ropes. Wrath goes for the clothesline, but Stryker ducks it. Stryker comes back and nails Wrath with a flying yakuza kick that puts both of them down on the mat. Stryker pops up and so does Wrath. Stryker turns and nails Wrath with a superkick. Wrath goes down and blood immediately begins to flow from his nose. Wrath rolls out of the ring and the camera gets a close up, showing his nose being all misshapen. Wrath, on camera, visibly, pushes his nose back to the right shape with his thumbs. He laughs and turns around, just in time to catch Stryker coming out of the ring with a tope con hilo. Stryker gets up quickly and the crowd erupts into chants.

Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!

Stryker picks up Wrath and whips him towards the ring stairs. Wrath takes them in the knees and goes flying over them. Stryker charges down the aisle and uses the ring stairs as a springboard. Stryker nails Wrath with The Stryker (gore) after diving off the stairs; driving him back into the guard railing. Wrath hits hard and slumps against the barricade; and Stryker gets up to the cheers of the crowd. Stryker picks up Wrath and leans him back into the guard railing and lays into him with some big chops. Stryker winds back for the discus elbow, and when he comes in, Wrath ducks it and dumps Stryker right into the laps of the fans in front row. The fans help Stryker back to his feet and the two start to trade punches over the railing, until Wrath cinches Stryker’s head in the clinch and drops back, giving him a jaw breaker on the ring railing.

Chris: They’re outside, and Stryker is taking it to Wrath. Wrath hit those stairs really hard!

Ricky: THE STRYKE! HE JUST CUT HIM IN TWO WITH THAT FLYING SPEAR!

Chris: This is one for the ages Ricky. These two are leaving it all out there. They’re working stiff and fast paced and it seems like there’s going to be no stop for these two.

Ricky: Adam Stryker is in the front row! But our fans are helping him up! OHHH, that hurt. Jawbreaker on the guard railing.

Wrath gets up hops the railing, grabs a couple of chairs, and tosses them into the ring. Stryker gets up and meets Ojeda outside. Wrath nails Stryker with a couple of stiff rights that back him up. Wrath grabs Stryker by the head and whips him over the guard railing. Wrath hops the guard railing and hits Stryker a few times in the bad eye; swelling it up and blackening it in the process. Wrath picks up Stryker and whips him into the ring post. Stryker bounces off the ring post and lands hard on the floor. Wrath picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Wrath climbs into the ring and grabs one of the chairs and opens it up. Wrath places Stryker’s head on the open chair and punches him a couple times to keep him still. Wrath climbs to the top turnbuckle and flys off, driving a flying double knees into Strkyer’s head on the chair. Flash bulbs go off everywhere as Wrath hits. Wrath gets up to the cheers of the crowd and walks back to the corner, climbing up with his back turned to Stryker and the open chair. Stryker gets up with a burst of energy, runs up the turnbuckles, and hits Wrath with a Super-Holyshitplex onto the open chair. Wrath and Stryker mangle the chair upon landing. Both men lay in a heap in the center of the ring, with the crowd going nuts.

Crowd A: LET’S GO STRYKER!

Crowd B: LET’S GO WRATH!

Crowd A: LET’S GO STRYKER!

Crowd B: LET’S GO WRATH!

Chris: Wrath is back in this and he is laying a beating on Stryker. Stryker went through the Cage of Death and now he’s going through the ringer with the hardest hitter in PWX!

Ricky: He’s got the chair! We’ve seen this before. This is going to hurt!

Chris: The big flying double knees on the chair! It could be over! But he’s going back up. He’s going for more!

Ricky: OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT! They’re both dead Chris! DEAD!

Stryker starts to stir and gets up slowly, with Wrath working his way to the ropes to get up. Wrath has blood running down the front of his face from his nose; and Stryker’s face and head is looking visibly lumpy and bruised from the battle thus far. Wrath gets to his feet and catches Stryker as he charges in and sends him into the turnbuckle chest first, causing Stryker to stumble out backwards. Wrath hits Stryker with a reverse capture suplex as he comes out of the corner. Stryker pops up immediately afterward, looking fired up, and comes in strong as Wrath turns around; and nails Wrath with the head hunter kick, leaving him flat in the center of the ring. Wrath rolls over and starts to get up, allowing Stryker to get close and pick him up in the Canadian backbreaker position. Stryker nails Wrath with the Elitist Smasher and drops to cover him up immediately.

ONE!

TWO!

Wrath kicks out!

Chris: Wrath is using his brain to his advantage in the ring. He had that scouted and let Stryker bounce off the turnbuckle.

Ricky: Headhunter kick! Stryker just put the World Champ down in a big way. With that broken nose, I don’t know how much more he’s going to take getting kicked in the face Chris.

Chris: OH! ELITIST SMASHER! IT’S OVER! You’re right Ricky, he’s been hit in the face a lot. They both have!

Ricky: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! Stryker must be beside himself! What does he have to do to put the World Champ away?

The crowd starts to clap as Stryker gets up and starts to pick Wrath up. As he does, Wrath rises up with a vicious uppercut that connects under Stryker’s jaw. Stryker’s knee’s buckle instantly and the crowd erupts at the sound and sight of the vicious right uppercut. Wrath gets up and does the cut throat motion. He picks up Stryker, who’s having a hard time getting any traction in getting back to his feet. Wrath picks him up and drags him towards the ropes and then stuffs him for a powerbomb. Wrath picks Stryker up for the powerbomb and hits him with the powerbomb across the top rope. Stryker slingshots back inward, heading face first for the mat, only to have a knee driven right into his face. Stryker hits the mat hard and Wrath dives on him for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Stryker gets his foot on the rope.

Chris: WOAH! We’ve seen that before! Wrath has the nastiest right hand in the business and it just took off Stryker’s face like it did Stone’s face!

Ricky: Stryker is out! He’s a rag doll! Wrath picks him up. He’s going to finish this!

Chris: Wrath put Stryker in a Narrow Grave with his finisher!

Ricky: HE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! IT’S NOT OVER! How’d he do that!?!

Wrath gets up and picks Stryker up and ducks behind him, and goes to lift him into the electric chair position. Wrath gets him up, but Stryker pops him in the head a couple of times. Stryker slides out the back and then hits Wrath with a Gory Special Facebuster. As he does, Darin Zion is storming down the ramp. Stryker doesn’t notice, and Zion blows right by the ring. Stryker changes the sequence into the O-Face submission, right by the ropes. Wrath starts to howl in pain as soon as Stryker sinches the move down, but Wrath refuses to tap out. The bell rings and Zion rips the microphone out of the ring announcers hand, as he climbs up onto the ring apron.

Darin Zion: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS NEITHER OF YOU! It’s a time limit draw because neither of you bozo’s could get the job done in the forty five minute time limit!

The crowd erupts into two sets of chants. Stryker lets go of Wrath and turns his anger towards Zion. Wrath gets up, looking just as pissed as Stryker and looking to get after Zion.

Crowd A: THIS IS HORSE SHIT! THIS IS HORSE SHIT!

Crowd B: TEN MORE MINUTES! TEN MORE MINUTES!

Darin Zion: ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP! This is the Establishments show! We make the rules! We said you two are done! You’re done! Now get the hell out of OUR RING! And you’re welcome John. You ungrateful asshole. You know you miss us. You know you’re a hypocrite. You know you’re just like us. So you’re welcome… bro. Consider it my gift to you.

Stryker turns and looks at Wrath, getting angry. Wrath, for his part, just looks confused. Stryker takes off towards Wrath, with Wrath between Stryker and Zion. Wrath turns and sees Stryker coming, going to hit him with The Stryker again, but Wrath moves and sends Stryker through the ropes and into Zion. Stryker hits Zion with the Stryke with such force that it drives both of them clear out of the ring and back and through the announce table! The cameras fade on a show of Stryker looking at Zion and wondering what the hell just happened, and Wrath heading up the ramp with his title. The cameras fade to the PWX Logos.



WINNER: NO CONTEST

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