Post by PWXonline on Apr 3, 2014 1:32:18 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 73: HIGH FALLOUT
US AIRWAYS CENTER
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 2ND, 2014
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[Pyro immediately launches as we open up on tonight's PWX show. We open with Ricky and Chris immediately talking while "Funeral Hymn" by Exodus immediately plays. Ojeda walks down the ramp carrying the PWX World Heavyweight Championship, and looks pissed off. Fans react and try to slap his hands, but he immediately charges down towards the ring rather pissed off. He climbs the ring stairs and immediately stands into the ring.]
Ricky: What a match Ojeda and Stryker put on at High Stakes! They both tore down the house and immediately made it the greatest match of the night.
Chris: Are you blind? Zion screwed both Ojeda and Stryker from pleasing the crowd. I don't know what match you watched, but I left High Stakes feeling screwed. I just cannot believe what happened. And after tonight, Adam Stryker may not even have a job. He struck Darin Zion, which he deserved, but you know Zion.
Ricky: Like a hooker!
[Ojeda immediately rips the microphone from Alexis Lace's hands and thanks her. He points her out of the ring and he immediately sits down in the middle of the ring. He lays the PWX Championship in the middle of the ring and glares directly into the camera. He looks completely pissed off, red in the face, and wanting to tear Zion's face off.]
John Ojeda: I know the Establishment's watching...so fuck 'em! I want Adam Stryker's ass down here this fuckin' instant. Tonight Adam Stryker and John Ojeda are going to immediately tear down this house for the match you guys didn't get to see at the end of High Stakes. Tonight...we're having a PWX Championship match....right...fuckin'....now!
Crowd: STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN!
Crowd: Thank you, Ojeda! Thank you Ojeda! Thank you Ojeda!
Chris: DELIEVERENCE!
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER! I cannot believe Ojeda has to balls to stand up to Darin Zion's executive order. Ojeda's fighting a fired man for sure. This will not end well for anyone!
[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. Ojeda and Stryker stand eye to eye and glare at one another for a moment. Stryker motions for a referee to walk down to the ring. While the referee starts to walk down Ojeda hands his belt off to Alexis. As he's about to hand the microphone off, Stryker immediately grabs the microphone and immediately smiles with smart ass intensions.]
Adam Stryker: You know I had your ass beat at High Stakes. I cannot believe you'd want to put your championship on the line against the man who can make your ass tap the fuck out.
[Ojeda immediately rips the microphone out of Stryker's hands and immediately charges right up into his face, looking at him without fear. Ojeda's face looks serious like he's about to rip off Stryker's face as an example to Darin Zion. Ojeda immediately speaks slowly, with impact.]
John Ojeda: You didn't make me tap, and mark my words, I'll never tap to your ass. Now get your ass down here referee...I'm going to tear Adam Stryker's face off right now and retain my PWX Championship without breaking a sweat.
[The referee immediately bolts down the ring ramp and slides into the ring. He raises both man's hands. The crowd immediately gets towards their feet and erupts as both Stryker and Ojeda glare at one another. Both men immediately shake hands and the bell...]
Darin Zion: APRIL FOOLS ONE DAY LATE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!
["Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold immediately blares on the PA system and Darin Zion comes rushing down the ramp. He immediately stops ring side in his wrestling gear with a microphone in his hands. Zion then looks around and absorbs the boos and the hatred in the ring. Both Adam Stryker and Ojeda look ready to pounce and summon Zion into the ring; however, Zion looks quite content as he stands on the outside of the ring.]
Darin Zion: Ojeda, need I remind you that I make the matches in regards to your PWX Championship. And last I checked, you stupid bastard, you're facing Schmied at the PPV as he's the uncrowned PWX Champion of perfection. But Ojeda I would never decide to let you take on a man who's about to get his ass fired. Yes, Adam Stryker, I didn't forget about the contract you signed.
[Adam Stryker immediately jumps on the side of the ropes and tries to make it down to the entrance ramp to tear Zion's face off. Ojeda immediately pulls him back. Ojeda motions to Stryker it's not in his best interests, but Stryker doesn't care. Stryker immediately gets down off the ramp and pushes Ojeda back. Ojeda immediately shakes his head and Stryker immediately gets down in Darin Zion's face.]
Adam Stryker: You know you're a real ass. But honestly, the second you fire me, I'm going to take great pleasure in kicking your ass around this arena. I'm going to take your fucking head off and give it to Ojeda to take a gigantic shit on. Over the past month, you've done nothing but hold me back. But I figured it out Zion. You're fucking jealous of my success. You just couldn't pull off the love from this crowd EVER when you held my position. You always played second fiddle to the Hollywood's, the Ojeda's....and even the fucking Noah Hanson's!
Crowd: STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN!
[Ojeda pulls a microphone out and immediately comes down to ring side with Stryker. He stands right up in Zion's face and glares.]
John Ojeda: Yes, and if you think for a fucking minute Zion that I'll let you fire Stryker, you're the biggest retard in this sport. The moment you fire Stryker here is the moment that you leave in a body bag.
Crowd: OHHHHHH!
[Immediately Schmied comes down to the ring and stands right up in Ojeda's face. He rips the microphone immediately from Ojeda's hands. Both men glare at one another. Ojeda speaks under his breath and says "How's your two front teeth, fuckin' bastard." Schmied looks Ojeda in the eye and smiles.]
Schmied: It'll take a lot more than your little barks and bites you little bitch to strike fear into my heart. I'll fucking knock your ass out right now and beat you tonight if you and your little bitch don't back the fuck off this instant.
[Stryker immediately walks up to Schmied and slaps him in the face. Schmied almost erupts and tries to take out Stryker, but Zion immediately pulls Schmied back. Zion looks at Stryker rather pisses off. The crowd immediately goes bananas as Ojeda stands back ready to kick anyone's ass.]
Adam Stryker: Now fire me Zion because you'd love to fire me after I not only slap your little bitch of a monster, but I'll go down as the man you screwed out of beating perfection too. You'll never get to have your monster take back his "win" and I'll fucking own your ass for a wrongful termination too.
Crowd: OH!!!!!! STRYKE HIM DOWN! STRYKE HIM DOWN!
[Zion's face glares red for a moment in utter rage. Emotion completely seizes him without a second thought of judgment. Zion looks at both Ojeda and Adam Stryker while holding back Schmied who looks like he's about to kill both men. Zion then smiles at Adam Stryker and you can tell an idea formed in his head.]
Darin Zion: Since you and Ojeda want to tangle...I'm game with giving these fans exactly what they want. After all it's what's best for business. And I'm going to do it without so I'm going to give them Adam Stryker vs. Ojeda in a SIXTY MINUTE IRONMAN MATCH AT THE INIATIVE....
CROWD: YAY!!!!!
Darin Zion: Only if Adam Stryker can beat Schmied in a Street Fight in the same night!
CROWD: BOOOOOOO!!! FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION!
[Adam Stryker and John Ojeda immediately look even more pissed off at Zion than they did before. Darin Zion immediately smirks at both Ojeda and Stryker as Schmied looks on rather excited.]
Darin Zion: However, if Schmied wins, which we all know perfection wins....Schmied goes on to punish Ojeda in his own personal hell for 60 minutes. And Adam Stryker, you're journey to the PWX Championship will end that night if you fail to beat Schmied and Schmied only; I'll have security cart your dead body out and fire you immediately after your first match. You won't pass go, and you won't collect $200. This is Do or Die for you, you fucking bastard. And rest assure, you will NEVER make it back to the top of the mountain or the main event because Schmied will kill you. Now Schmied, escort these bastards out of my ring...it's time to watch a TRUE CHAMPION wrestle.
Ricky: I cannot believe Zion's letting Stryker get another World Title match if he beats Schmied.
Chris: It's obvious Ricky, he's afraid of what Ojeda and Stryker kicking his ass, let alone he cannot control his emotions any more. But one thing's for sure, Zion sure fucking stacked the deck against Stryker. If Stryker survives Schmied, he has to wrestle for 60 minutes against Ojeda. Can Stryker do it?
Ricky: I hope Schmied kills him first. That way I don't have to watch him again. But even after that, my question is: if he makes it past Schmied, will Zion still be generous and not fire him.
[Schmied immediately charges both men and a brawl begins between Ojeda and Stryker who immediately begin to beat down Schmied. Schmied fights back and they all show they're evenly matched. Security comes down to the ring as Zion climbs the stairs and prepares for his first match.]
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SINGLES MATCH
DARIN ZION vs JAYSON LOGAN
The bell rings and Logan immediately charges at Zion. Zion runs at him and clotheslines him to the mat. Logan gets to his feet and throws a few punches into Zion. Zion grabs and twists his arm behind him and takes him down with an cross armbar. Zion releases though and starts to unleash a furry of hard kicks to Logan's skull. The referee warns Zion to stop as Zion falls back a little.
Chris: What an opening this is...Zion is just...
Ricky: Destroying Logan?
Chris: Well I wouldn't put it that way...
Ricky: I would. I don't give a fuck. Zion can just kill the fucker for all I care. This is a great way to kick off Adrenaline! One of our bosses destroying worthless piece of shit talents! I love it!
Zion actually lets Logan get back to his feet. Zion looks at him with a playful smile. He gestures for Logan to charge at him and he does. Logan runs at him but Zion trips him. Zion picks him up and tosses him into the corner turnbuckle. Zion runs at him and delivers a vicious elbow that takes Logan down to the mat. Zion gets in attack formation as he looks to end this. Logan gets up and turns around right at Zion. Zion hits an Epic Slap that causes Logan to convulse and fall to the mat. Zion laughs but shakes his head in utter disappointment and makes the cover on Logan.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Zion gets up from the mat as his hand is held in victory. Zion's music plays briefly but is suddenly cut as we see Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, come out with a mic.
Hollywood: Cut the fucking music!
Chris: What the hell is Hollywood doing out here?
Ricky: I don't know but who fucking cares what the reason is! The fact that he's out here is good enough for me!
Zion looks at Hollywood with question.
Hollywood: Zion, stop looking like a fat guy caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar...you know you enjoyed beating up on Logan. I know you enjoyed beating up on him....and I know you know that I know that you enjoyed it!
Ricky: LMFAO!
Chris:....I don't see the humor in that...
Zion busts out laughing as Hollywood then directs his attention to Jayson Logan.
Hollywood: Jayson Logan...take your shit and waste someone else's time because YOUR FIRED!
Chris: WHOA!
Crowd boos loudly.
Hollywood: Zion, get that piece of shit out of my ring!
Zion kicks Logan a few more times before pushing him out of the ring with his foot. Hollywood drops the mic and walks back to the back as Zion smiles and leaves the ring and up the ramp back to the backstage area.
WINNER: DARIN ZION
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[We're backstage with the Vox Populi, Elijah Black wearing a Life of Agony t-shirt while Daniel Everett is wearing a white t-shirt under a black army surplus shirt, and while Everett looks stern Black looks strangely light-hearted about proceedings]
Black: So it seems that the ball will continue that little bit longer for Mascara Muerto, as they continue to pirouette and gyrate as they wear those glass slippers of theirs, not realising that any moment now the clock could strike midnight and they'll find that it's just as easy to go from riches to rags once the spell wears off - and that's if they don;t break their fragile choice of footwear first.
But that's not the main thing on my mind right now, because there's something that sticks out more than a girl wearing rags that is bleeding from a nasty cut on her foot because her glass slipper shattered into a thousand pieces. No, what sticks out is that of the three teams that competed for the tag titles, two of them don't feature - and it doesn't take a genius to work out which of the losers is getting rewarded for failure. At one end of the match card, you have Jason Aries being given a shot at the Next Generation Championship, while at the other there's a petulant child snatching at the spotlight because to go five minutes without any attention would kill him.
Everett: More's the pity, am I right?
Black: This is what I'm talking about: failure is being handsomely rewarded because certain people play the system to their own ends, and they benefit from it financially and gain influence, yet nobody asks the question: what have they done to deserve these rewards? In fact, there's a much simpler question to ask: where's Mascara Muerto? Shouldn't they be rewarded with a prime spot of real estate on tonight's show? In whose language does that make sense?
[Black holds out his hands, inviting an answer - while not expecting one]
Black: Yet while one team's failure gets rewarded with title matches and main events, another doesn't even get a crumb from the top table, and the pair of us get to spend the night looking at the arena's featureless hallways without having to go through the hassle of setting foot in front of the crowds and reminding the people what we're capable of individually and as a unit, which almost looks as if there's an attempt to re-educate the PWX faithful after Nighthawk didn't get his way at High Stakes - although saying things like that may get you labelled a "conspiracy theorist", as opposed to...oh, I don't know, somebody who can see what's going on.
Luckily for those who allow this to happen, tonight is not a time for action - but they have been put on notice, because we're still here, and we will not be ignored.
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A clip comes on the monitors as TJ Codair is seen sitting in a room full of people, some are weaping, some have a look of relief, while Codair sit there rolling his eye and looking around. A giant cross is seen in the middle of the room as Codair just shakes his head, as a man stands up in front of them.
Man: To all of you new people, my name is Francis Jacobs. I am your life guide of this seminar, and today is my focus to guide you in the right ways of life. Now some of you are here due to choice, while others have been sent here because of your actions in your job. The path of riteousness starts with a little bit of good will towards your fellow man. Today, I would like to start off with today's seminar with an introduction of our new members.
Francis looks at Codair, and motions for him to stand. Codair reluctantly stands up and looks Francis.
Francis: What is your name.
TJ: My name is TJ Codair.
Francis: Why are you hear.
TJ: I guess to get in touch with my inner child.
Francis: Tell us a little about yourself.
TJ: Well, I am a professional wrestler, and I have this knack for getting under my opponents skin by sometimes making derogatory remarks towards them. Some are true, some are not.
Francis: What kind of derogatory remarks?
TJ: Well lets see, I call wimps pussies, douchebags fucking idiots, my boss is the biggest ass clown known to man and im quite sure he loves men.
Francis: Now that is quite e....
TJ:I say on a constant basis my boss takes it in the ass by guys that like to shove it up his ass, mainly guys who been in prison for a long time and have learned to enjoy taking turns. He is constantly in the middle of gang bangs and he is the cookie they all jerk on after.
Francis: That im sure is enoug....
TJ: Then I have made references about some of the ladies in my company like to get paid to sleep with men, some men couldn't get a broad to save their lives, while others do more drugs then possible and will take bribes just to justify their habits.
Francis: Mr. Codair, that I am sure is enough of an answer.
TJ: I was just getting into the good ones.
The clip comes to another part, as they are discussing another topic.
Francis: Now, what are some derogatory comments, and beliefs for women.
Francis looks at TJ as TJ just shakes his head no.
Francis: Mr. Codair.
Francis watches TJ just lean back in his seat and start naming them off.
TJ: They need to pregnant, barefoot, and at home. Their place is in a kitchen. They can not do things that men can. They are not of equal grounds. They all should swallow, spitters are quiters, cum dumpsters, jism junkee's
Francis: Sir, that is...
TJ: They love it when their ass is slapped at work, no means yes, and yes means yes. Sexual harrassment is not a crime, it is graded in the work place. No broad will ever get married unless they know how to fuck good. They belong to the men they are with unless the guys dick is bigger.
Francis: Sir that is quite enough.
The clip comes to another part, as Codair has his feet up and laughing as Francis glares at him.
Francis: Sir, do you think this is funny about gays and lesbians.
TJ: Way I feel is if they can take a dick, they can take a joke.
Francis: Even though they are constantly persecuted due to their sexual preference.
TJ: Hey, way I look at it is this, it is a choice, not a genetic thing. They wanna go against the norm take it in the ass, go right ahead. However a primal nature of man is to procreate. So needless to say, if they wanna go against the grain, knock em selves out. However I am a firm believer in human nature.
Francis: You are aware that roman warriors and gladiators used to....
TJ: Play Brokeback Mountain, yeah I have heard.
The clip switches to another scene as Codair is seen pounding his head on the back of a chair.
Francis: Mr. Codair is there anything you wanna add in about racism here.
TJ: Yeah, you missed a whole shit load of slurs.
Francis: Care to eleaborate.
TJ: Yeah, you focused on blacks, chinese, native americans, but neglected white men, in a room with people of color. That just is not right.
Codair shrugs.
TJ: I mean lets see, you got cracker, honky, albino, in my case mick, donkey, paddy and leprechaun. You also got hick, hillbilly, sister fucker, incest lover.
Francis covers his face as the clip shifts to another scene.
Francis: We are all god's children.
Codair stands up and points at the man.
TJ: You insensitive bastard.
Francis: Excuse me.
TJ: You incensitive bastard. There are people in here that are Atheist who do not believe in god, and yet there you are preaching.
Francis: Mr. Codair, you are free to go, I will sign your waiver.
He signs the waiver as TJ walks over and takes it from him.
TJ: Thanks, oh by the way, im a Catholic.
Clip ends.
As Ricky and Chris are both heard laughing.
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NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP
ALEXANDER ATWATER(c) vs JASON ARIES
The bell rings and Atwater and Aries start to circle each other. Aries attempts to shoot in, but Atwater snaps off a front kick that doesn’t connect, but makes Aries back off. Aries shoots in when Atwater tries to plant his feet and goes for the double leg. Atwater hops over his attempt and tries to bring down an ax kick on Aries, but Aries rolls out of the way. As Aries rolls out of the way and gets up, Atwater plants his foot and rifles off a side kick to the solar plexus that push Aries back into the corner. Atwater takes two steps and jumps, throwing a superman elbow at Aries head. Aries gets his arms up to block, but Atwater takes advantage and hooks in the clinch; throwing knees at Aries’ mid section Aries takes a few harsh knees, but then rotates clear and shoves Atwater into the corner. Aries started to lay in to Atwater with forearms and chops in rapid succession until he drives Atwater down into the corner. Aries takes a step and jumps up on the top rope. Atwater starts to get up, and Aries does a moonsault off the top; dropping down on Atwater’s head with a backflip double stomp to the back of Atwater’s head.
Chris: Jason Aries is looking to take home the Next Gen title tonight, but he’s got a tall order, taking on Alexander Atwater.
Ricky: This is going to be a brutal match, and a crazy clash of styles. An aerial artist versus the master of the physical beatdown.
Chris: Someone is going to leave tonight with a lot of hurt feelings, missing gold, and feeling like going on a six day bender.
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
Aries picks up Atwater and whips him into the corner. Aries charges in and hits Atwater with a flipping drop kick. Atwater stays in the corner and Aries charges in and nails Atwater with a flying forearm. Atwater doesn’t budge, and Aries backs up and goes for a dropkick. Atwater moves out of the way and Aries whiffs on the dropkick. Aries springs back up quickly, only to be caught with a kick to the head. Aries responds by flying back with a no hands enziguri. Atwater ducks it and catches Aries in an ankle lock. Aries responds by frantically scrambling to the ropes. When Atwater doesn’t release the hold, Aries pulls himself through the ropes and uses the momentum to drag Atwater out of the ring with him. They both topple to the floor, with the hold being broken. Aries pops up quickly, hops onto the apron . Atwater gets up and attempts to kick Aries feet out from under him. Aries hops it and charges down the ring apron. Aries hits the turnbuckle and uses it to propel himself backwards and hit Atwater with a moonsault on the floor. Atwater topples, Aries stands up and plays to the crowd, and the crowd goes nuts.
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Aries is coming out on fire here, and he is really going after Atwater. I think he knows he needs to stay on Atwater if he wants to last in this match.
Ricky: Atwater moved! He’s laying the hammers to Aries! Oh shit, ankle lock!
Chris: Look at that, Aries showed great awareness, prowess in the ring. He made that submission attempt pointless.
Ricky: MOONSAULT ON A POLE!
Aries picks up Atwater and rolls him into the ring. Aries jumps up on the apron and pauses for a moment. Aries uses the ring and slingshots over them, dropping on Atwater with a quick leg drop. Aries goes to pick Atwater up, and Atwater nails Aries with a rising uppercut. Aries stumbles backwards and Atwater starts to unload on Aries with a flurry of punches that back Aries up. Atwater jumps up for a roundhouse and misses it, coming back with a spinning back hook kick, nailing Aries with the Dragon’s Tail. Aries goes down on the mat hard and Atwater dives on him going for a pinning attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Aries kicks out!
Chris: Aries has Atwater back in the ring. It looks like the more experienced of the two workers is in firm control here.
Ricky: Some of Atwater’s rookie tendencies are showing in the ring, Chris. He doesn’t seem to be dealing well with a lot of Aries’ offense.
Chris: OH! HE JUST TOOK ARIES FACE OFF! He might be green, but god if the stiff striking isn’t exciting for the fans!
Ricky: IT’S OVER! ONE! TWO! NOOOO! Aries kicks out!
Atwater swings over when the pin doesn’t work and tries to hook in an arm bar on Aries. Aries realizes what Atwater is trying to do and blocks it, struggling with Atwater to not allow it to happen. Aries rolls and strikes Atwater in the head, and Atwater lets go of Aries arms. Aries twists into the open guard top position, and Atwater instantly tries to hook in a triangle choke. Aries tries to arch up and pick up Atwater for a powerbomb, but Aries can’t pick him up. Aries scoots around and gets his feet on the ropes. Atwater lets go and Aries gets up quickly. Atwater kips up and attempts a Pele kick. Aries dodges it and Atwater hits the mat. Before Atwater can move, Aries dives on him and hooks in a side head lock. Atwater struggles to his feet and attempts to lift Aries up. Aries switches his grip as Atwater lifts him, and rolls him through with a snapmare. Aries pops up and lays a devastating back kick into Atwater’s back. Atwater tenses up and goes flat as Aries jumps to the top rope. Aries jumps forward and hits Atwater with Aries Rage and bounces off of him. It takes Aries a moment to recover, but when he does, he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Atwater kicks out!
Chris: Atwater is struggling to get a submission on Aries and end this match in one quick move.
Ricky: That usually doesn’t work, but submission artists tend to wear their opponents down until they cave, and you can see that Aries is starting to move just a bit slower.
Chris: But not to slow to pull that off Ricky! He just kicked Atwater in the back so hard I’m surprised he’s not paralyzed.
Ricky: ARIES RAGE! ONE! TWO! THE CHAMP KICKS OUT!
Aries gets up and circles behind Atwater as he gets up. Aries does the cutthroat symbol as Atwater gets up. Aries shoots in and tries to pick up Atwater for a torture rack. Atwater immediately slides out the back of it. Atwater takes a swing at Aries but Aries ducks it. Aries catches Atwater’s wrist and attempts to whip him into the ropes. Atwater reverses the attempt and sends Aries across the ropes. Atwater goes the other way and jumps up to the top rope. Atwater springs backwards and spins as Aries comes running back to the center of the ring. Atwater turns just in time to drive his knee into Aries face with his finisher, The Deep End Of Nothing. Atwater lands with his knee directly on Aries chest, and Aries looks as if he’s gone limp. The ref dives in to make the cover as he sees Atwater with his knee on Aries chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: ALEXANDER ATWATER
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Immediately following Atwater's match, we cut to The Establishment's office where we see Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, studying Atwater carefully. He nods his head in approvement as he likes what he sees. Just then, Shawn Lester comes barging in the office which gets Hollywood to immediately turn around.
Hollywood: Lester....I should have known I'd have to see your fucking face sooner than later.
Lester: The fuck is wrong this time? I thought you like me!
Hollywood rolls his eyes and laughs.
Hollywood: Like you? Who said I ever liked you Shawn? Just because Darin Zion vouched for you doesn't mean you have "special privileges" around here. I still don't fucking like you.
Shawn scratches his head.
Lester: Then why the fuck did you call me in here?
There is a brief pause as Hollywood plays it off nicely.
Hollywood: Maybe you thought Zion was going to be in here...but since your here, I do have a job for you.
Lester: Oh?
Hollywood: Yes, you could go brighten Rhonin and Ravenna's days by interviewing them and asking them what it feels like to now know that they are BOTH going to be fighting for the Next Generation Championship at the same time.
Lester: I don't think they are going to like that at all...
Hollywood: Really? I didn't know that Shawn! I know Ravenna has a match coming up next so I thought I would give her something else to think about. I'm sure Rhonin will be "jumping for joy" when he finds out. Since you think they won't like that, wait until you hear what I'm going to announce next week! Oh it's only going to get better for them!
Lester is silent as Hollywood laughs methodically for a few moments. He then looks back at Lester impatiently.
Hollywood: Well? Go do your fucking job and get the fuck out of here! You have a task to do and I want to make sure you see it through or else your going to find out what it means to be unemployed...again...I don't give a fuck how much Zion likes you.
Lester wastes no more time as he heads out of the office. Hollywood shakes his head as his cell begins to ring. Hollywood pulls it out of his suit pocket and looks at the caller ID and smiles. Hollywood answers it.
Hollywood: Ah, I've been expecting you!
Hollywood walks off camera as he begins chatting as the rest of the conversation can't be heard as the scene fades to commercial.
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Tiami Tyler was seen on her way to the ring, a crowbar in tow. As she rounds the corner she spots Jessica Harmony sitting there on her phone. She walked by, a small smirk on her face.
"Your little dirt sheet thing was funny, quite cute if you think about it."
Jessica looked up, smiling right back at her.
"You honestly think I was joking, I wasn't. He happens to actually be behind you."
Tiami quickly turns around.....to see TIMOTHY HUNT! The crowd roars as Tim just smiles, waving slightly to her.
"Shocked to see me? I figured you wold be Tiami. After all, typical Tyler attitude would always side with pathetic guys like Brian and Darin."
Tiami narrows her eyes and tries to slap him. Tim catches her hand and chuckles.
"Typical Tyler. Always jumping the gun before you know what hits you."
Tim tosses her hand aside as Jessica reaches back and slaps her. Tiami, grabbing her face, looks at the pair and storms off to the ring as Tim and Jessica high five before sitting down to watch Tiami's match.
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SINGLES MATCH
RAVENNA vs TIAMI TYLER
With Tiami already in the ring growing impatient as she waits for her opponent Ravenna to step up to the plate... all of a sudden the lights flicker in the arena... the crowds.
Audience: Ooooooooo...
Tiami looks around her, pushing off of her corner and backs up to the center of the ring looking towards the ramp... "My Songs Know what You Did in the Dark hits the speakers," and the fans give a mixed reaction before the lights go out again.
Audience: COME ON OUT!!! COME ON OUT!! COME ON OUT!!
Ricky: I agree with the audience... enough of the games already...
Chris: I like the tension... you can tell Tiami is not to impressed... I think it's getting to her.
When the lights flash back on there is nothing out on the ramp. Ravenna taps her on the shoulder and Tiami spins around with a look of surprise on her face... She looks Ravenna over, who is holding a microphone.
Ravenna: Oh sweet Tiami, isn't it such a pleasure to see you here tonight... am I right?
Ravenna gestures the crowd.
Audience: NO WAY!! NO WAY!! NO WAY!!
Ravenna smiles.
Ravenna: Of course it's not because every time you step in to the ring the whole PWX risks infection of stupid! Oh, and let's not forget... self absorbed.
Chris: Oh, what a low blow that was.
Ricky: I believe the word "stupid" is completely over played.
Chris: Doesn't matter, you can tell that Ravenna is getting under her skin.
Tiami glares at Ravenna, and begins to get in her face. She shoves Ravenna a bit before the referee gets between them and gentle hols Tiami back. Ravenna winks flirtatiously and puckers her lips and sends her kisses in the air with a smile on her face. The referee points a finger in her face and warns her to back off.
Ricky: I am not sure whether to be turned on or disgusted...
Chris: Ricky, you perv, yet again she's trying to get under her skin.
Ricky: I will gladly get under her clothes... RAWR...
Ravenna: Well then, back to what I was saying... just to add spice to the pot, I am declaring this a Hardcore Match... use whatever is at ring side to our disposal... under the ring, without going backstage... You are either in or count yourself a sore loser Tiami... it is only fitting that we step this up a notch.
Tiami gestures for her to bring it on. Ravenna watches her as she hands the microphone to the referee.
Chris: I wonder if Hollywood approved this change, or if Ravenna went behind his back and took it for herself.
Ricky: Hollywood would use this as kin ling to light the flame... of course he would be okay with this... a chance for Tiami to wave the crow bar in Ravenna's face.
Tiami and Ravenna square off in the ring... the referee between the two, looking slightly nervous... he grabs both competitors by the wrist and join them closer in the middle. Tiami with a look of vicious determination... and Ravenna with a smug confident smile. Ravenna curves the corner of her lips and nods to Tiami before laughing lighty. Tiami shakes her head and gestures a throat cut with her thumb... they shake hands... and Ravenna punches her black leather gloved hands in to the other before both ladies back up respectively... before diving rapidly out of the ropes and begin to fish under the ring.. Tiami herself grabbing a steel chair... and Ravenna withdrawing a chain rope...
Chris: I didn't think they would have steel chains under the ring.... I don't know if Tiami can battle that with that flimsy chair.
Tiami slides it into the ring before jumping up and stepping through the ropes.. Ravenna wipes the chain rope around the top rope and uses it at leverage to slingshot herself in the air and knock Tiami down with a Shooting Star Press... she stands up... Tiami holding the back of her neck as Ravenna ropes the chain around her ankle and pulls her across the ring... Tiami comes to her senses enough to grab the chair and slam it against Ravenna's knuckles... she drops the rope and stomps her combat boot on the floor of the ring biting her lip in pain... Tiami hooks the chain rope around the bar of the chair and swings it in the air before slapping Ravenna across the ribs with the chair... Ravenna howls from pain and goes sideways in to the ropes and bounces back to the floor of the ring.
Ricky: You were saying Chris?!
Chris: Okay, you got me... she made that look sick!
Tiami smiles flicks her hair behind her back, pulling out an elastic and pulling her hair in to a sloppy poiny tail. Tiami picks up the chair again and wraps the chain around her knuckles... Ravanna is holding her side in pain... looking up at Tiami expectantly.. she raises the chair above her head to the crowd that boo her and she goes to slam it in to Ravenna's ribs again... but Ravenna lifts her foot and kicks the legs of the chair so that the back rest slams right in to the bridge of Tiami's nose.. causing it to bleed. She backs up dropping the chair and clasping her face... the chain still wrapped. Ravenna gets to her feet with little difficulty and grabs the chair.... walking up to Tiami she spins it around her back... tighly pulling her arm around with it... she pins her arm to her back with the chair... bounces herself off of the ropes, jumps and slams her elbow in to the chair... squishing Tiami's arm. Tiami screams from pain as she buckles down to the floor.
Chris: And Ravenna reigns it back in for another good move.
Ricky: I think Ravenna is a little too good at these hardcore matches.
Chris: Her last federation was called Extreme Global Wrestling... all she did was fight in hardcore matches.
Chris: Uh oh... Tiami is in trouble then.
Ravenna smiles, and walks the ring casually... she dives out of the ring abandoning Tiami, the chair and the chain... Tiami grips her shoulder from the floor and grips the chain wrapped around her knuckles... Ravenna reaches under the matt and grabs steele knuckle rings and slides back in to the ring... she walks over to Tiami who swiftly swings the chain and trips Ravenna down to the matt...Tiami grabs the chair and slams it on the midsection of Ravenna... she climbs the ropes and comes down on her midssection with a leg drop... Ravenna howls out in pain... and Tiami rolls grabbing her leg.. She winces but manages to roll out of the ring and goes under the ring for another item... Ravenna pushes the chair off... the chain now loose from Tiami's knuckles... Ravenna un ties the chain from the chair and turns around to go after Tiami and instead meets her with a crow bar to the temple... Ravenna spins in a full 360 and falls flat to the ground like a sack of bricks... Tiami smirks quite confidently as she turns the crow bar in her hand...
Tiami: Teach you to swing a crow bar in my face bitch...
The referee runs in and begins to count... Tiami feeling confident she got this one in the bag..
1....2.....
Ravenna groans.
3...
4....
5...
Ravenna rolls to her front, shaking her head.
Chris: Tiami is right... certainly taught her a lesson.. but it looks like Ravenna is coming back for more.
6...
7...
Ravenna gets to her knees and slowly to a stand and the referee stops counting and backs away from the ladies.. Tiami looks at Ravenna with distate and goes after her with the crow bar again.. this time swinging it under her knee and knocking Ravenna back in to the ropes, entangled... she grabs Ravenna by the hair and begins to drag her to the center of the ring.. Ravenna shakes it off slams her combat boot on the loose steele chair laying around which flies up and slaps Tiami in the leg... it doesnt hurt but distracts her to look down... Ravenna reaches up and punches Tiami in the nose with the steel knuckle rings...
CRACK....
Ricky: Oh MY... I think Ravenna just broke Tiami's nose.
Chris: No.... not her beautiful face.
Ravenna stands up as Tiami grabs her face... she reaches around her neck and grabs the chain rope... Ravenna smirks as she lands Tiami with a Dragonrana... encircling her neck with the chain rope...as she whips down to the mat... Tiami slides out of the ring by accident the rope around her neck chocking her. Ravenna begins to laugh as the referee yells at her. Ravenna drops the chain and Tiami collapses to her knee's but it quick it stumble forward... Ravenna runs over to the ropes and dives through the middle double kicking Tiami in the back... causing her to plunge face first in to the announcers table..
Ricky: Ow.... my table!
Ricky and Chris are backed away from the table... Ravenna grabs Tiami by the arm and begins to drag her back to the ring.. Tiami trips her... whips out the crow bar and aims for Ravenna's midsection.. Ravenna catches the crow bar and throws it away to the ramp. Tiami lifts her foot and slams it on her midsection... grabs her by the arm and drags Ravenna in to the ring.. Tiami throws herself to the ropes and comes back with the chair to drop it on her face with full force but Ravenna rolls away for Tiami to slam her leg on top of the chair with no cushion... she grimaces... Ravenna climbs the ropes and gestures the crowd... who boo her a bit more than earlier.. and she comes down on to Tiami with a Swanton Bomb... and rolls her loose limp body up in a pin. The ref slides in and counts..
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Ricky: AND THE WINNER IS.... RAVENNA!
Ravenna lets go of Tiami and pulls herself to a stand in the ring.
Chris: She did it again... she pulled off another win over The Establishment.
Ricky: There is no way Tiami can claim this as a fluke now...
WINNER: RAVENNA
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The scene opens up as TJ Codair is holding up the public service announcement sign as the fans erupt.
TJ: Hello all there in tv land, my name is TJ Codair. I am here to announce that it would appear that people may find me a bit offensive. Due to recent events where I was required to appear at a Sensitivity Seminar.
Codair tosses the public service announcement.
TJ: Now I have the proof that I made it through the class, that I am cured. That no more insensitive things will come out of my mouth.
Codair shrugs
TJ: I am cured, by the power of love and christ I am cured.
Codair scratches his head and looks around.
TJ: Nah, I don't believe the bullshit either and its coming out of my mouth. Fact is folks, I am one of those guys that is going to come out here every week, probably doing these stupid little public service announcements letting everyone know of certain things each week and putting it the only way that I can. So lock up your daughters and wives men, shit I will show and say will make all your women swoon, and all you men wish you had the balls that I got.
Codair laughes
TJ: You all been warned, now if ya don't mind, I gotta a match to get ready for.
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Ravenna is being looked at by PWX medical staff, as a concerned Rhonin walks into the picture.
Rhonin: Ravenna, are you okay?
She groans slightly, but smiles.
Ravenna: I'm a lot tougher than I look, hun.
Sighing softly, she closes her eyes and turns away.
Ravenna: Listen, about the past few weeks, I just-...
Rhonin: No, Ravenna. Listen to me. I have something to say.
Ravenna's head drops just a bit, almost in disappointment, as if she is worried at what Rhonin might have to say.
Rhonin: Let me start by saying, I know that you have been lying for me. You admitted as much to me yourself. You have shadows that follow you, skeletons in your closet that are on the verge of pushing through. You are not hiding things from me, but hiding from someone else. I get that. I think, the reason I was so hurt by your words, is because I was scared. See, ever since coming back to the States, you have been the only person I can consider a friend. The only person I can let in. You are important to me, Ravenna, and I think...I think I was afraid of losing you. But not anymore. Not after all we have been through.
Rhonin reaches out, gently placing his left hand over Ravenna's, which returns the gesture by embracing it firmly, warmly. She turns back to Rhonin, looking up at him with vulnerable, curious eyes.
Ravenna: I'm sorry, Rhonin. I'm-...
Rhonin: Ravenna, please. Let me finish.
He sighs, almost as though he were bracing himself for his next words. Ravenna's gaze is unwavering.
Rhonin: All of this, all of these battles that you have fought since joining PWX, have all been because of me. They have all been because I let my pride get in my way. You allowed me to...you stood by, as I hit you my hardest, beat you down relentlessly, all because of some idiotic feud with Brian Hollywood and The Establishment. Dammit, Ravenna, the only reason you joined PWX is to be closer to me! But, things changed. I can tell. I can feel it! I watched your match with Tiami, and I could see the difference in you. You enjoyed beating up on her! You are making a presence for yourself, all on your own. Hell, there are rumblings that the guys and girls backstage think you may go even further than I will! I can see it in you, Ravenna. I know that you love this business. And I...
Ravenna tenses herself, unsure of what is to come.
Rhonin: I love you, Ravenna.
Her eyes grow wide, slightly teary, and her jaw drops. Ravenna laughs uncomfortably, but happily, as she gets up off the table where the doctors had been checking on her, embracing Rhonin, who smiles, himself. Ravenna cries happily into Rhonin's chest.
Ravenna: Oh, Joey. I love you!
Almost instinctively, Rhonin pushes Ravenna away, who crashes against the table, bewildered.
Rhonin: What...what did you say?
Ravenna starts shaking her head, pleading with Rhonin to calm down, that she is sorry, but Rhonin isn't having it.
Rhonin: Why do you...Joey is your husband. I'm not Joey. Joey is dead...
Rhonin's head drops, as Ravenna crumbles to her knees, crying hysterically now.
Rhonin: JOEY IS DEAD!
Almost on cue, Rhonin, flings a chair across the room, sending it crashing against the wall. The doctors quickly attempt to apprehend Rhonin, but he easily overpowers them, shoving one aside and throwing the other over his head, watching as he collides with a metal cabinet and crashes to the floor. The other doctor immediately reaches for his phone upon getting back to his feet, but Rhonin slams his head into the wall, knocking him out unconscious. He lets out his familiar scream, as he kicks the door open and runs out of the exam room, leaving Ravenna sobbing...except, the sobs turn to laughter- hysterical, psychotic laughter- as Ravenna looks up, wiping the tears away with a smile on her face.
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NON-TITLE MATCH
TJ CODAIR vs ANTON CHASE
Codair and Chase lock up as Chase pushes Codair back, Codair locks back up with Chase and shoves him back. Chase gets back to his feet then goes to lock up with Codair as Codair does the same, Chase hall open hand slaps Codair in the face, as Codair turns his head. Chase yells something as Codair turns back to Chase. Chase does it again.
Chris: Did he
Ricky: Not once, but twice.
Chris: Not a smart way to start this...
Ricky: Here we go.
Codair cracks his neck as Chase calls him a bitch, he goes to slap Codair again as Codair knife edge chops Chase in the chest then kicks him in the gut, Codair takes him by the back of the head and tosses him into the turnbuckles and then knife edge chops.
Chris: Once, Twice, Three, Four.
Codair starts to kick Chase repeatedly as the referee pulls Codair back, but Codair side steps the referee and starts to stomp on him some more as the fans are erupting with Codair chants. Codair picks him up from the turnbuckles and hiptosses him down to the matt holding his arm locking him into an armbar.
Ricky: Anton Chase is to close to the ropes Teej.
Chase reaches and grabs the ropes as the referee tells Codair to release the lock. Codair shakes his head no and applies more pressure as the referee starts the 5 count.
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Codair releases the hold, and then pulls Chase back to his feet and twist his arm up and Drive and elbow to the back of his shoulder. Chase tries to inch away from Codair as Codair drops a knee to the back of Chase Shoulder. Chase rolls over in pain as Codair glares at Chase.
Chris: Codair is relentless, I never seen this much aggression from him
Ricky: Don't slap TJ in the face and call him a bitch then.
Codair drops another knee to the back of Chase's shoulder as Chase rolls out of the ring trying to get away from Codair. Codair follows him out as Chase stumbles over to the announce table and pulls himself back up. Chase turns around as Codair runs at him with a clothesline connecting, and they both go over the announcers table.
Ricky: This is not a match, this is personal.
Chris: Why, because he called TJ a BITCH.
Codair glares at Chris as Chris backs up, Codair gets back to his feet and grabs Chase and drags him over to the apron and rolls him back into the ring. Codair climbs back up the apron as Chase quickly gets back to his feet and hits a spinning back heel kick that drops Codair onto the apron. Codair lays there a little bit stunned on the apron as Chases buys himself a minute to get his head back togather.
Chris: Out of nowhere, Chase gets back into this.
Ricky: Desperation move for sure.
Codair crawls back inside the ring and gets back to his feet as he is met by a superman punch by Chase. Codair stumbles back as Chase fires repeated elbow shots to Codair's jaw and then hits a jumping knee strike. Codair falls back to the ropes as Chase charges at him.
Ricky: Clotheline out of the ring, he needs to buy himself more time.
Chris: Anton Chase starting to make a comeback, buying himself a little bit more time, smart move on his part.
Codair lands on his feet, and holds onto the bottom turnbuckle to steady himself. He tries to climb back in but is met by a stiff dropkick through the ropes as Codair falls back into the barricade. A few of the fans pat Codair on the back, as Codair pushes himself off the barricade, Chase is in the ring running to the ropes and jumps through with a suicide dive but Codair side steps and Chase ends up flying into the barricade, Chase lays there as the referee is standing in the ring looking. He starts the ten count.
Chris: Finally he starts the count, he should have done it earlier but he let these two duke it out.
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Codair picks Chase up and grabs onto his waist and nails a over head belly to belly suplex. Chase lands on the matt, and rolls over holding his back
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4
5
Codair looks at the referee, and rolls back into the ring to stop the count, then rolls back out to restart the count as the referee yells at Codair, Codair flips him off as the fans erupt.
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Codair grabs chases and sends him shoulder first into the stairs as the referee is yelling at Codair again, as Codair grabs Chase pulls him back to his feet and throws him back into the ring. Codair climbs back in the ring and glares at the referee as Chase tries to pull himself back to his feet. Codair looks down at him and grabs him by the arm he had been working on and irish whips him to the ropes. Chase bounces off the ropes and connects a knee to the gut as Codair flips over the knee stunned. As the fans begin to cheer. Chase drops to his knees for a moment, and looks at the fans.
Chris: Chase is getting some support from the fans here.
Ricky: Seems like they believe in Anton here, against TJ Codair.
Codair gets back to his feet as Chase does the same, Codair throws a solid punch, however Chase ducks it and grabs Codair in a rear waist lock and hits a German Suplex as the fans erupt. Chase holds onto Codair's waist and pulls Codair back to his feet and hits him with another German Suplex as the fans are losing their minds.
Ricky: This is a Codair move with the multiple Germans.
Chris: Codair reversed, Codair reversed while Chase was going for the third German.
Codair reverses into his own German Suplex, he holds onto Chase and hits another German Suplex, he hold onto Chase and goes to pick him back up as Chase tries to block, Codair starts hammering forearm shots to the back of Chase's head as Chase stops blocking and Codair hits a release German Suplex. Both Codair and Chase lay there for a moment. As Codair holds the back of his neck.
Chris: It is relevent right now to bring up TJ Codair has had numerous neck injuries, and that it is one of his weak spots on him.
Ricky: Surgery does that to a man.
Chase slowly gets back to his feet as Codair meets him there. Chase charges at Codair with a quick clothesline and drops Codair. Codair rolls to the ropes as Chase shakes his head and calls Codair a bitch again, as the sound of a head smack is heard over the commentary
Chris: ARE YOU NUTS?
Ricky: He is trying to make TJ make a mistake.
Codair gets a sadistic grin on his face as he pulls himself back to his feet. Chase goes to kick Codair, but Codair catches it, Chase goes for the ensiguri but Codair dodges, Chase lands on his feet, as Codair drops the foot charges from behind and hits chase in the back of the head with a forearm smash. Chase stands there for a minute as Codair drops him to the matt and locks in a crossface as the fans erupt.
Ricky: Machinehead Crossface, Machinehead, Codair with a move he aint used in years.
Codair yanks back on the crossface hard as Chase immediatly starts to tap. The referee calls for the bell, and tries to pry Codair off, however Codair holds the crossface , and pulls back hard on it. Chase is screaming in pain, as Chase begins to tap uncontrollably.
Chris: Codair has won the match, Codair has won and he ain't letting go. TJ, let him go your going to be disqualified.
Codair yanks back harder as Chase passes out from the pain and more referees enter the ring as Codair lets go of the Machinehead and gets back to his feet, the referee of the match yells out to the Ring announcer.
Announcer: The winner of the match, and a result of a disqualification, is ANTON CHASE.
Codair glares at the referee as the referee immediatly gets out of the ring, getting away from Codair as Chase lays in the ring unconcious. Codair glares at him, and nods his head, then exits out of the ring and grabs the Hybrid Championship.
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
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As the latest commercial break featuring sugar pills that claim to help individuals lose thirty pounds in ten days and keep their dick hard for four days straight come to a close, the live television feed cuts back to Adrenaline 73 in Phoenix, Arizona. The live shot is coming from the backstage where countless individuals can be seen moving from one end of the arena to another. Like ants the works scurry along, carrying about their minute, individual tasks that all go to feeding the PWX monster. Both the wrestlers and backstage crew seem to be in a fever pitch after the conclusion of the TJ Codair versus Anton Chase match. Seemingly within the blink of an eye everything is falling into place for the night’s main event.
The hype and electricity is colliding across the arena as the fans are standing on their feet in anticipation of the Main Event. Meanwhile, a live shot of a long corridor in the backstage comes blazing on the PWX feed. TJ Codair can be seen leaving the ring and coming into the backstage through this long corridor. Either due to the hustle and bustle of the numerous souls moving through the cavernous inner workings or his own mind dwelling on the outcome of the match, the man seems to be basking in his own little world. Paying little mind to anyone seeming to waste his time, he continues his pace as the corridor opens up into a large room where numerous storage containers can be seen in every corner. It is within one of these corners that a sudden flash of movement can be seen.
A figure comes exploding out from the far corner of the room and collides violently into TJ Codair with a right forearm that lands directly across the back of his neck. The camera that was following Codair from his exit at ringside is barely able to keep up with the random attack. As the camera quickly steps back to avoid being pulled into the fray, the assailant comes into full view. The man seems to waste no time in assaulting Codair with a flurry of kicks that land alongside his ribcage and against the length of his spine. Normally Codair would be able to put up a fight, but the attacker knew that his victim would be exhausted after his tumultuous and crowd pleasing match. Noticing that Codair is down for the time being, the man steps into the full view of the camera to reveal himself to the thousands in attendance and billions watching at home.
Standing easily over six feet tall, the imposing figure is clad in a simple black hooded sweatshirt that bears an Under Armor logo on it. A pair of loose fitting, faded blue jeans hang from his waist, coming to rest against a pair of military boots. Sunglasses cover the upper portion of his face while a black bandana is wrapped across his cheekbones, coming to rest against a broad upper body. His hair appears to be buzzed in a military fashion, which only seems to add to his mysteriousness. Glancing down to Codair, he steps to place his right boot against TJ’s shoulder-blades, which hold him in place for the time being.
“Well, hello there PWX, how is everyone doing today? I hear that the rumor mill and Dirt Sheets have been swirling with talks of the company acquiring a new piece of talent this week. Well, if you bleary-eyed, thick skulled fans haven’t figured it out by now, I am that new piece of talent. My name is Matthew Prince, and I am here to turn the PWX up on its head. I figured my first step in doing that would be to kick the shit out of this cockbreath who is currently chewing concrete beneath my feet. Oh look, he’s struggling, pardon me for a moment..” Prince speaks, as employees stand back in awe and horror at the violence unfolding around them.
Matthew reaches down, having pulled his foot away from the back of TJ Codair. As Prince lifts Codair up to his feet, TJ fires back with a right hand that catches Prince across the jaw. Staggering backwards, TJ manages to land three more punches across the face and stomach of Prince which in turns knocks him backwards towards a stack of equipment used for storing and transporting wires and other forms of electrical equipment. It seems despite the ambush that Codair has Prince on the ropes. This comes to a tremendous stop as Matthew drives his right boot into the chest and sternum of TJ, causing him to lose all his breath at once.
“You stubborn little fuck. You actually thought you had a chance? You and the rest of your PWX brethren are in for a rude awakening!” Prince exclaims as he chops TJ across the throat and then grapples up with Codair’s arms and shoulders. Twisting around to face the equipment stack, Matthew lifts Codair up easily with a sudden burst of strength so that he is holding him in a Standing Vertical Suplex. Prince then spins Codair around to face him and drops his head and neck down into the unforgiving steel and polycarbonate of the equipment. The crunch of Codair’s body reverberates throughout the backstage area as the camera zooms into the masked face of Matthew Prince. Taking a few deep breath, a chuckle seems to escape from his lips.
“I know that the PWX has a better challenge than this to offer me….but for now I’ll settle on stepping on the piss-ants before making my way to the top. Consider the entire PWX Roster put on notice from this point forward. Matthew Prince isn’t here to please the crowds or make public appearances kissing babies and signing autographs. I am here to burn this entire mother-fucker to the ground and then build it back up to something much more sinister and brutal. Now, can somebody call this gapped-tooth douchebag a stretcher? Goodnight, PWX. Remember, this is just the beginning…” Matthew finishes as he looks over to the corridor and notices PWX security rushing towards the sign of the assault. Taking off out of the view of the camera feed, the shot cuts back to the disheveled pile of storage containers with an unconscious TJ Codair sprawled out around them. The feed slowly fades out into darkness and cuts to a commercial break.
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As Nighthawk slips on his black ring jacket in the backstage area of the US Airways Arena in Phoenix, his eyes suddenly narrow and turn icy.
Nighthawk: "I shouldn't be thinking about this before my match with Adam Stryker. My mind should not be on Elijah Black, but it is. It's not so much that he has shown an uncanny ability to figure out the right thing to say, the right crimes to accuse me of, to get me thinking about hurting him instead of beating him. This is not his crime. His crime is that he has somehow managed to convince some people that he's in the right. And in the weeks from this point, in the weeks after this, I will end this. I will beat him, I will show him the man I ACTUALLY am instead of the monster he claims me to be. This is my promise. My sworn duty.
As to tonight's activities, Adam i consider you a friend. I consider you a peer, and in some ways a rival. Tonight, that continues. Tonight, in a match purpose built to determine which one of us is the better, we will find out. But make no mistake, the answer will not change. Consider this a guarantee.
Goodnight Adam. May sleep give you the courage to go on."
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Tiami Tyler is soon seen in her locker room, fury in her eyes. Brian Hollywood comes back to see this and sits across from her. After a brief moment of silence Tiami looks up at him.
"First Ophy and Troy, my job is done there. Now we have more than two problems Brian. Who the fuck hired Tim Hunt back anyhow?"
"Remember why I hired you back Tiami?"
"Yeah, to end careers."
Brian smirked at her, Tiami getting the message. Her smirk soon returned.
"Good, you do remember Tiami. Remember what I also said about The Establishment having a game plan for everything?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Darin has his, I have mine. Together, we make a great team. You keep your end of the deal, I let you keep your job."
Tiami said nothing, just nodded her head.
"Don't worry your pretty red head Tiami. We both have a mission. Rid this place of Jessica Harmony. We can now add Tim, Rhonin and Ravenna to the list. Just like you broke Ophelia's neck, you take out the other four. We can then make the perfect PWX."
The pair smirked. Tiami nodded and then got up.
"I just hope you can hold your end of the deal as well. We already have enough enemies, we can not lose allies at this stage."
Tiami leaves, leaving Brian to smile wide as the camera goes back to the ring.
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MAIN EVENT
TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS
ADAM STRYKER vs NIGHTHAWK
Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is scheduled for the best 2-out-of-3 falls with each fall having a 1-hour time limit, and is your main event of the evening.”
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.
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.)
(As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd with the barest hint of a smile on his face. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle while raising his left hand above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World.")
Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he comes to us from Los Angeles, California and weighed in at 220 and 1\2 pounds. One of the most decorated wrestlers in PWX history, he is the 2013 PWX Superstar of the Year, a former 2-time PWX World Tag Team Champion, and a former 2-time PWX Hybrid Champion. Wearing burgundy and black please welcome…. ‘The So-Cal Switchblade’ Adam Stryker!”
(As Adam Stryker steps out of the corner, raising his hands above his head in anticipation of victory before delivering his famous cut-throat taunt in the direction of Nighthawk, the crowd chants “Let’s Go Stryker” and “Stryke Him Down” while bombing the ring with burgundy and black streamers.)
Alexis Lace: “And his opponent, in the corner to my right, he is from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighed in at 185 pounds even. He is one of the most decorated superstars in PWX history, with 2 separate reigns as PWX World Heavyweight Champion. Wearing royal-blue with white, silver, and orange trim and representing Bad Company…. Please join me in welcoming ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk slowly removes his ring jacket with supreme calm while keeping his eyes locked on Adam Stryker, the crowd chants “Bad Company” and “Best in the World” while bombing the ring with orange, blue, white, and silver streamers.)
Ricky Cravate: “ Chris, in his relatively brief career in PWX, Nighthawk has had a lot of dream matches, matches our fans anticipated almost from the moment that he put pen to paper. This, I would say, is very high up on the list. The first time they met 1-on-1 the match ended when Nighthawk knocked Adam Stryker out cold. Will that happen tonight, or does the 2013 Superstar of the Year have enough in his arsenal to get revenge?”
Chris Caudill: “The interesting thing, also, is that these are arguably the two best technical wrestlers on the roster currently. Nighthawk has mastered the Hangman’s Clutch, a devastating modified crossface, and Adam Stryker has the Shallow End. Also, both men are very well-schooled in a variety of different styles. Put that all together, and you have a match that is guaranteed to be something special.”
As both men move into the center of the ring, the roaring crowd slowly moving into something approaching respectful silence, both men shake hands with each other before moving back into their respective corners to go over their game plans as well as to finish preparing, and in Nighthawk’s case, finish tying on his blue-and-white wave-pattern gloves. Signaling to ring the bell to start the contest the referee then steps into a neutral corner as Nighthawk and Adam Stryker quickly lock up, both men jockeying for position against each other until the referee steps in between the two of them to break them up which he does after a surprisingly high amount of negotiation. Locking up with each other again Adam Stryker comes out of it with the beginnings of a front headlock which he tries to finish but can’t as the Chicago native escapes the hold by sticking his hand inside the grip and slowly prying it apart until he is able to separate the hold completely before simply moving his head out of the grip, not unlike a snake charmer bending the snake to his will and simply closing the box on it. Locking back up again, both men now a little bit warier of the other than they were at the start of the match, Nighthawk uses his advantages in speed and agility to duck underneath the left armpit of the Los Angeles native and quickly lock in the rudimentary beginnings of a waistlock which the “So-Cal Switchblade” tries to block by sprawling to a seated position. Quickly seeing an opening for something else the “Wrestling Machine” quickly goes for the reverse La Majistral cradle he calls the Jorge Rivera Special, reaching back behind him to hook the legs but only getting a long 2-count. Popping quickly up to his feet, the only movement he makes the action of re-tying the Velcro on his ring gloves, the “Man of 1000 Holds” stares coolly at Adam Stryker with an almost freakish level of calm.
Ricky Cravate: “This is the thing we have not seen from Nighthawk in quite a while, as he has been spending a lot of fruitful time as part of Bad Company. Simply put, he is a phenomenal technical wrestler, maybe the best in the world. And when we asked him why it is we haven’t seen as much of that in Bad Company as we did when he was a singles competitor, he made what I thought was a really good point. He said that wrestling in tag team is like running a 100-meter sprint. It’s about quickness and timing, he said, so it doesn’t really benefit him to try and stay in the ring for longer than 30 to 45-second bursts which isn’t nearly enough time for any hold to work.”
Chris Caudill: “When we asked Adam Stryker, he said he was looking forward to the chance to seeing if Nighthawk was still as sharp as he had been in his singles matches leading up to the formation of his Bad Company partnership with Jason Aries. He also made an interesting point to me, when he mentioned that being a technical wrestler of the caliber that Nighthawk considers himself to be requires constant learning, and studying, of whatever new holds and tricks people are coming up with. Adam did question whether or not Nighthawk was doing that, or if he has spent so much time with Bad Company that his time at the cutting edge of what people are doing in terms of grappling is shorter than he would like it to be.”
Moving back into the center of the ring, both men’s bodies now beginning to show the signs of sweat which indicates their now full engagement in the match, they again lock up and this time Adam Stryker comes out of the back door with a cravate which he tis able to lock in over the impassioned struggle of Nighthawk by simply grinding the bone of his forearm alongside the jawbone, before bending back on the cravate until he bends Nighthawk until he is over both of the knees of the Los Angeles native. Shaking his fingers no when the referee rushes over to see if he is willing to submit the Chicago native now begins to rifle through his mental rolodex to try and find the best escape for the position that he finds himself in, continuing to shake his fingers and verbally say no as the referee continues to ask him if he is willing to submit. placing the flat of the palm of his right hand on the mat Nighthawk slowly begins to bridge his way further and further down until his shoulders are almost touching the mat. but while that is happening he uses his free hand to slowly pull apart the cravate, prying at it finger-by-finger until he has the hold broken to the point where he pops out of the bridge and attacks Adam Stryker with a knucklelock armdrag from his knees, which he holds on to for a wristlock as he quickly decides to try and work on the left arm of the “So-Cal Switchblade”. Placing his left thumb on the palm to keep the hand immobilized while the wristlock slowly and patiently does its work the “Wrestling Machine” now begins to bend the wrist backwards, ignoring the hard middle kicks to the back from Adam Stryker who is desperately trying to land a blow hard enough to dissuade Nighthawk from continuing to crank on the hold.. stepping through the wristlock, quickly transitioning that into an attempt at a cross-armbreaker, the “Man of 1000 Holds” tries to finish the hold but can’t as Adam Stryker simply drives one open-handed strike after another into the ribs and kidneys forcing a break of the jujigatame.
Chris: Stryker looking for an opening here!
Ricky: Nighthawk has had Stryer on the ropes for the most part.
Releasing the hold on the count of 4, holding his ribs as Adam Stryker shakes out his left arm, Nighthawk glares at his opponent with something approaching out-and-out contempt as both men now begin to show the initial scars of war in what has already been a surprisingly physical 1st fall. Locking up again in the center of the ring, both men now grinding for the advantage, Nighthawk tries to use his advantages in quickness and agility to go for a double-leg takedown which he cannot get as Adam Stryker first sprawls to block the takedown and then quickly goes for another cravate, this time applying it from a completely seated position before turning that into a Stretch Plum variant as weakening the neck is now the game plan for the Los Angeles native. Shaking his fingers no both to try and keep himself awake and focused on something as well as to inform the referee of his lack of a desire to surrender the 1st fall Nighthawk now slowly begins to grind his elbow into the knee joint of Adam Stryker, not out of any particular desire to work on the legs but just to distract the “So-Cal Switchblade” long enough for him to pull apart the cravate grip and begin to work on grabbing a wristlock which he does. Putting as much torque on the hold as is humanly possible the “Wrestling Machine” now starts to bend the wrist back while slowly and painstakingly walking the wristlock as far away from the ropes as he can. Stepping through the hold even before Adam Stryker fully knows what is happening, and thus unable to defend it until it is too far applied, Nighthawk quickly slides through into a kimura. Clasping tightly on the hold as he supplements it with a headscissors Adam Stryiker grits his teeth and again begins to fire open-handed shot to the ribs and kidneys as he desperately looks for any way that he can to get himself out of the hold which he finally does by grabbing the bottom rope. Pulling himself up to his feet, shaking out his left arm again as the kimura begins to show signs of working, Adam Stryker quickly locks up with Nighthawk and takes him over with a front facelock which he quickly turns into a arm-trap guillotine choke on the “Man of 1000 Holds”.
Chris: Those kidney shots are costing Nighthawk!
Ricky: Stryker may have him here!
Screaming out “NO” as best as he can when the referee comes over to see if he is willing to surrender the 1st fall Nighthawk immediately, and with none of the patience he has become famous for, begins to work on finding an escape from this predicament. Reaching inside the grip of the choke even as his face turns redder and redder the former World Champion quickly hits a rolling wrist snap from this position, holding on for an arm-trap somersault cradle that gets the 1st fall.
Alexis Lace: “The winner of the 1st fall, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
As the bell rings to start the 2nd fall, Nighthawk slowly pulls himself up to his feet and offers his hand out to Adam Stryker to shake it. Looking down at the hand hesitatingly Adam nonetheless shakes the hand before they both lockup again. Crawling between Adam’s legs he goes for a schoolboy roll-up which gets a quick 2-count causing him to roll to the floor and rethink his strategy, even kicking a guardrail in naked frustration over how his game plan is going up to this point. Sliding back into the ring, stretching out against the nearest set of ring ropes, Adam Stryker immediately locks up with Nighthawk and quickly bulls him into the ring ropes where he waits for the referee to step in between the two of them and break them apart. Almost as soon as that happens, however, the Los Angeles native unleashes a gigantic European uppercut that slumps Nighthawk back against the ropes as much from being stunned as the force of the blow. Blinking his eyes and running his tongue around the roof of his mouth to try and recover his equilibrium the “Wrestling Machine” walks right back into the center of the ring and returns fire with a european uppercut of his own, the words “You don’t want to wrestle anymore?” following right after. Nodding his head in the affirmative Adam throws another european uppercut which Nighthawk simply ducks back out of the way from and responds with a gorgeous satellite armdrag right through into a standing dropkick that sends the “So-Cal Switchblade” to the floor. Going out to meet him with a slingshot plancha Nighthawk rolls him back into the middle of the ring before signaling to the sold-out crowd that he is going for a springboard hurricanrana. But as he goes for it Adam counters into a sit-out Liger Bomb that gets a long 2-count as the “Man of 1000 Holds” is somehow able to get his shoulder up just before the count of 3.
Ricky: How the fuck did he kick out of that?!
Chris: Heart and guts, Ricky! Heart and guts!
Taking advantage of the situation he finds himself in Adam Stryker now begins to try and even the match up any way that he can by landing a vicious kneedrop to the face, followed by a rib-crushing running back senton that leaves Nighthawk gasping for air as he desperately tries to pull himself back up to his feet. But before he can do that the former Hybrid Champion pulls him up to his knees and lands a hard clubbing forearm to the forehead of Nighthawk, following that up with a reverse knife-edge chop that lands right between the shoulders and then a diving European uppercut that lands more or less in the same spot. Finally covering, and getting yet another 2-count as Nighthawk rolls his shoulder up just before the count of 3, the Los Angeles native hits a brutal open-hand strike to the face before hitting a cravate suplex, which he follows up with a 2nd-rope diving headbutt to the bridge of the nose that lands with an audible thud before the Chicago native rolls around in pain a split-second later as it appears that his nose is now broken. Nonetheless taking advantage of the situation the “So-Cal Switchblade” goes for a cover and grinds his forearm across the nose, but only gets a 2-count. Continuing to stay right on top of the “Wrestling Machine” the former Hybrid Champion hits a cross-legged brainbuster that gets a 3-count and thus ties the match at 1 fall a piece.
Alexis Lace: “The Winner of the 2nd fall, thus tying the match up at 1 fall a piece, the ‘So-Cal Switchblade’ Adam Stryker! This is now the 3rd and deciding fall.”
As the bell rings to start the 3rd fall Adam continues to press his advantage, landing a short legdrop across the bridge of the nose. Picking Nighthawk up he whips him into the corner and looks to charge in with a leaping forearm strike only to get caught with a gorgeous counter palm strike which echoes throughout the arena with the force of a shotgun blast before the Chicago native slumps against the bottom rope exhaling deeply as that last blow appears to have taken quite a lot out of him. Pulling himself up to his feet, his legs still noticeably rubbery underneath him, Nighthawk measures Adam Stryker before hitting him right on the point of the jaw with a trio of forearm smashes to the face, following that up with a vicious basement dropkick to the face. Banging his fists on the mat as he has apparently found a 2nd wind the Chicago native ascends to the top turnbuckle and tries to come off with a frog splash, only to be forced to correct in mid-air when the Los Angeles native rolls out of the way. But as Nighthawk comes back to his feet Adam is waiting for him with a brutal knife-edge chop to the chest which is responded to with a vicious european uppercut by the “Wrestling Machine” as both men trade massive blows, the “So-Cal Switchblade” going with chops as Nighthawk replies with forearms with the sold-out crowd roaring intensely in support for their particular chosen athlete. Continuing to throw blows with as much force as they can both men finally begin to wear down.
As Adam Stryker throws another chop Nighthawk grabs the left arm and hits a lungblower to the arm, rolling through into a Hangman’s Clutch and gets the submission.
Alexis Lace: “The winner of the match, via submission, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
Chris: By god what a match!
Ricky: The hour is finally over?! Jesus Christ!
WINNER: NIGHTHAWK
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[After the match, Nighthawk and Adam Stryker immediately shake hands and show a respect for one another. Both men raise each other's hands to celebrate the respect they show for one another. Hawk and Stryker immediately lead a "Stryke Him Down" chant directed towards Zion. The crowd immediately starts to boo as Schmied tears down the crowd and immediately comes into the ring. Both men turn around and Schmied immediately clotheslines both of them to a chorus of boos.]
Crowd: GOOOOLDBERG! GOOOOOLDBERG!
Ricky: What an impactful way to end this Adrenaline! Schmied's showing his strength off! He just tore both men's heads off.
Chris: Yes, because they didn't expect it...and NOOOOO!
[Schmied immediately levels Nighthawk with a Blitzkreig Hammer stiffly towards the mat. Stryker then gets up and immediately starts to lay some punches into Schmied, who doesn't sell them worth a shit. The crowd immediately uproars trying to give Stryker the extra energy, but Schmied, once he's done trying to toy with Stryker immediately levels him with a powerful punch. Schmied immediately grabs Stryker and hits a military press and stomps on Stryker. Schmied then grabs Stryker and sees Nighthawk lying there lifeless. He motions he's about to drop Stryker immediately head first onto Nighthawk's body.]
Chris: GREAT SCOTT! Don't do it Schmied! You'll end Stryker's career!
Ricky: That's the point you idiot! Zion obviously sent Schmied out here to cripple Stryker ahead of time. He wants to fire Stryker. What a genius our boss is!
Chris: YOU CANNOT DO THIS! NOOO! NOOO!! NOOOOO!!
Ricky: WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Immediately Ojeda comes into the ring and grabs a steel chair and hammers Schmied in the back of the head, saving both Stryker and Nighthawk. Ojeda immediately hammers Schmied with the steel chair for a few moments before grabbing Schmied and hoisting him up. Ojeda immediately motions for the Viking Sledgehammer but suddenly...]
Ricky: It's ZION WITH A PIPE BOMB!
Chris: More like a lead pipe...obviously he's ripping off shades of Ojeda with this one. Remember back to Adrenaline 1 back in July 27th, 2012. He's going for his leg.
[Zion immediately smacks Ojeda in the back of the knee causing Schmied to go down. Schmied gets back to his feet and immediately takes out a fighting Nighthawk and Adam Stryker at the same time. Zion immediately continues to work on Ojeda's knee with the lead pipe, hitting it multiple times stiffly. Zion immediately cries out.]
Zion: I still haven't forgotten you bitch!
[Zion then stops focusing on Ojeda and sees Schmied's getting beat up on by Nighthawk and Stryker. Zion then immediately goes and hits Nighthawk in the side a few times. He then caps Stryker immediately in the skull with the pipe. Zion immediately takes Adam Stryker and Schmied grabs him and they hit a double powerbomb with Adam Stryker right on top of Ojeda, leaving both men laying out destroyed. Nighthawk immediately wakes up and motions for medics. Zion and Schmied then celebrate as Adrenaline goes off the air.]
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