Post by Darin Zion on Apr 5, 2014 12:34:59 GMT -5
PWX Adrenaline 5
“The War Rages On!”
October 5th 2009
Let’s Start a Riot
[The camera opens up in the backstage lockeroom. John Pariah is standing on a bench, addressing the lockeroom. Jason Parker Olesen is standing to his right. The New Dawn’s James Silkk and Lillith Morgan stand next to “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves. “The Buzz” Cal Roberts is standing against the wall, paying no attention to whats going on.]
Pariah: For the last three weeks, the disease known as National Championship Wrestling-more importantly, The Legion. DG, Antonio Lopez, Ben Stevens, Mikey Jones, Wild Dog, and the Santos Family-as well as that lost sheep Danny Szatkowski have been thorns in our sides for long enough. It’s time we take our company back from these sports entertainment bastards, and show them that PWX is the only game in town!
: Here here!
[The camera pans over, and we see The Legion standing in the entrance way. Suddenly, Danny S spears James Silkk into the wall. Ben Stevens attacks Tyler Graves. Xavier Santos lays out JPO with a nightstick, and Maria Santos throws Lillith into the wall-and then kicks her in the spine. DG attacks Cal Roberts with a kendo stick, smashing it over his back, and Lopez and John Pariah brawl out the doorway. Pariah throws Lopez into the far wall, but Danny Szatkowski smashes a potted plant across his back. The Legion continues the assault-and carries it out into the hallways, and eventually the streets of Philadelphia.]
Chris: We have a riot on our hands!
Ricky: This is a first here in PWX!
[Danny throws Pariah into a parked car, and bashes his head on the trunk door. James Silkk kicks Danny in the back of the head, but is laid out by Lopez in the process. Lopez piledrives Silkk onto the concrete as Cal Roberts and DG brawl into the street, as Tyler Graves kicks Ben Stevens in the ribs, and drops him onto the hood of a parked car. Eventually police sirens are heard, as armed security gaurds and police officers break up the battle. As Police detain Danny Szatkowski-Pariah spears him to the ground, and tries locking in an Anaconda Vice. Police pull him off, and manage to get everyone separated as the scene fades out to the opening video package.]
Singles Match
Jake Reed vs Tyler Graves[/b]
Reed is standing in the ring, waiting for Tyler Graves to come out. His music hits, and after a seconds delay he heads down the ramp and slides into the ring. The bell rings as Graves goes on the attack, taking out his frustrations over the NCW brawl on poor Jake Reed. After a few moments of repeated strikes, he muscles Reed into the corner, and throws a knee. He shoots him into the far corner-and comes back with a knee strike to the head. He follows it up with a bulldog, and rolls Reed over for the pin:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
Graves lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and Reed drops him with a double arm DDT. He quickly goes for the cover:
ONE
TWO…KICKOUT!
Reed rolls Graves over-and drops a knee across the back of his head. He lifts Graves up-and shoots him into the corner. He runs for a splash-but Graves gets the leg up to block it. As Reed stumbles back, Graves delivers a MASSIVE round house kick to the side of the head, knocking the young star out cold. He rolls him up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Winner: Tyler Graves via pinfall
[Backstage we see Brian Hollywood prepping for his tag team match against Wrecker and Valencio. He is seen lifting weights and getting warmed up. Then, Shawn Lester walks in the room and interrupts him. He begins to speak as Hollywood almost drops the weights.]
Shawn Lester: Mr. Hollywood, what are your thoughts about tonight's tag team match?
Hollywood is able to lift the weights back up and rack them. He then stands up and confronts Shawn.
Hollywood: Shawn, what the hell is your freaking problem?! I don't get how you work at all! I mean, seriously! FIRST you can't even correctly introduce me and call me MR Hollywood! SECOND you barge right in my locker room without knocking! And THIRD you interrupt my warming up session! Seriously, how annoying and intruding can you get Shawn?! I don't care if your a backstage interviewer, which you are, or some big bad wrestler....STOP irritating me! I mean, you know its really sad how last week I was in the ring and didn't even have to deal with you! Although, that really wasn't sad in itself. It was more of a blessing to not have to deal with you..but that's not the point. The point is, I'm out in the ring last week, and I DON'T see you at all! You know how great that felt?! Do you Shawn, do you?
Shawn: Well actually I....
Hollywood interrupts him.
Hollywood: Shut the hell up Shawn! I really don't care what you think to be real honest!
Hollywood pauses and stares at Shawn.
Hollywood: See? You don't like being interrupted do you?!
Shawn: Well I...
Hollywood once again interrupts him.
Hollywood: You know what? I actually find this very entertaining! But there's a difference between me interrupting you instead of you interrupting me. That's because I'm Brian Hollywood. I'm Mr Executive himself! You will respect me too just like everyone else does in this company!
Shawn stutters why trying to explain something to Hollywood.
Shawn: But....your opponents....Wrecker and Valencio...
Hollywood stops Shawn and begins speaking.
Hollywood: What about them? I suppose your going to tell me that they don't respect me at all, aren't you? Let me tell you something about Wrecker and Valencio Shawn. They are both superhero wannabes who think that justice needs to be served on the greedy and the power. The people they call that "are in the wrong". Well what does that make them? People who uphold the law? All I've witnessed since seeing either man come in this company is talk. They do NOTHING but talk! I've already beaten Wrecker. All he was was talk! Valencio claims to be the same kind of man of justice as Wrecker, only of a different way of going about it. Yet, ironically, both men despise each other. That makes me laugh Shawn.
Hollywood starts whiping the access sweat off his face with his towel.
Hollywood: It's funny how the "Justice League" thinks they can take out Dream and I tonight. I've already said this once Shawn, and I'm going to say it again. How in the blue hell are Wrecker and Valencio expecting to beat Dream and myself when they can't even be on the same page? To add insult to injury, Valencio sounds and acts like a complete dumbass. I mean, come on, the guy didn't even qualify for the Hybrid Championship match like yours truly, me, did. I'll give Wrecker credit though, he tried...actually, come to think of it...
Hollywood throws the towel down and looks into the camera.
Hollywood: Why the hell should I STILL take you seriously Wrecker? You didn't even need wits or experience to beat Valencio to qualify. That was a complete joke! When I begin to think about this match harder, I find it harder to believe how this tag match is simply not a joke! Dream and myself are both serious competitors, and more importantly, a serious force to be reckoned with! Like Dream said earlier, when teamed up together, you get a duo of destruction! It will be no less than that Wrecker and Valencio! After my warm up match for Never Say Die, I will be stepping up my game plan even more prepared to take back what's rightfully mine! The PWX Hybrid Championship! Tonight, Dream is on my side. I like that. Make no mistake about it though, after tonight, after the match, Dream becomes my opponent! He just becomes another opponent across my path to the championship. Remember what I said I would do to anyone that crossed my path? I make it an Executive Duty to take out any and all people who get in my way. And my Executive Duty is to do any and all things I need to do to secure a victory for myself. That includes reinforcing my chances anyway possible. That means reinforcing my strength with an EXECUTIVE PROMISE! It will come without warning, it will come swift....and it will come to anyone who gets in my way! As for this tag match tonight, Wrecker and Valencio are clearly in my path. So my job is simple. Help my tag partner obtain a victory tonight. Which shouldn't be difficult what so ever. Wrecker and Valencio prepare for the ultimate preview for the ultimate survival match! Only thing is, the survivors tonight will be Dream and Myself! You can bet I'm making it an EXECUTIVE PROMISE!
Hollywood walks off leaving Shawn all by himself once again. Shawn looks on as Hollywood leaves the room.
~Pre-Taped~
(It is about two hours before Adrenaline is set to kick off and on this cool, October evening, we have found ourselves walking around the alley behind ‘The Arena’ in Philadelphia. You hear a lot of racket, full of clings and clanks. Closer you get, louder the noise gets. Finally, we get close enough to notice PWX’s own X-Treme Dream digging through a dumpster. He has thrown some broken broom sticks out, a few trash can lids, and even a rusted up hammer. We can hear Dream murmuring to himself.)
“Call me scum.”
(More stuff flies out of the dumpster and Dream rises up, only to notice the camera staring right back at him.)
“Well, is that how this is going down. Send the camera to spy on me, see how I really live. Isn’t that right Wrecker? You have your lavish life, and I have my meaningless life. Right?”
(Just then, Dream picks up some pieces of a broken table. He tosses the three pieces out onto the ground next to his other pile of weapons.)
“See, this is the image you have mapped out in your head Wrecker. This is how you picture me, isn’t it?”
(Dream hops out of the dumpster and wipes himself off. Dream starts to throw the weapons into a buggy he has parked next to the building. Dream just laughs as each weapon hit’s the metal of the shopping cart.)
“Street scum, wasn’t that your exact words? That I came from the gutters?”
(Some more laughter.)
“Just because I love violence. Just because I yearn for blood. None of that makes me a gutter rat. Michael Wrecker, you have made yourself an enemy here in the PWX. Assuming things will make a fool out of you, but you will see that tonight.”
(Dream dusts himself off a little better and pulls a set of keys out of his pocket. He hit’s the alarm and starts up a near by vehicle. As we turn around, we see a candy apple red, 2010 Dodge Challenger parked right in front of where we just watched Dream rummage through a dumpster.)
“I am the ‘King of Extreme’ and that is all that will matter tonight. Rather I live in a card board box or in a mansion, none of that will affect our match tonight Wrecker.”
(Dream winks at the camera and points to the cart.)
“All of that is for you! I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
(Dream pulls off the dirty shirt and climbs into the Challenger. He cranks the radio up and we can hear ‘Forever’ by Drake start to blast through the speaker system. Fade out.)
Tag Team War:
Brian Hollywood & Xtreme Dream vs Valencio & Michael Wrecker
Both teams are in the ring as the bell rings. Valencio opps to start for his team, against The Dream-quickly rocking him with a flurry of offensive strikes. He shoots Dream into the ropes-but telegraphs a backdrop, and Dream hits him with a hard gutwrench power bomb. He gets a two count before Val kicks out. He lifts him up-and throws him over the ropes, constituting a legal tag. He smirks as he yells at Wrecker to get in the ring. In PWX, when your feet hit the floor, it counts as a legal tag. Wrecker gets into the ring. The crowd cheers as the two lock up. Dream snaps him over with a judo like takedown-but Wrecker gets to his feet. They lock up again, and this time Wrecker powers Dream into the corner. He shoots him into the far corner, as Hollywood makes the blind tag. Wrecker runs in for a splash, but Dream gets the boot up. Hollywood quickly sling shots himself off the top rope-and crashes into Wrecker with a crossbody. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE—KICKOUT!
Hollywood lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. He comes back with a high angle kick, knocking Wrecker down. Valencio comes off the ropes without warning-and nails Hollywood with a lariat. The ref orders Val back into his corner, as Wrecker gets to his feet-and quickly throws a knee into Hollywoods ribs. He throws him to the floor-and quickly grabs Dream by the throat-tossing him into the ring with a choke toss. He delivers a big boot, and goes for the cover:
ONE
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT! Wrecker picks him up, and throws him out to the floor, and follows suit. The two brawl up the ramp, exchanging blow after blow. Hollywood rolls into the ring. Val hits him with a clubbing blow to the back. He lifts him up-but Hollywood hits a jawbreaker, followed up by The Lay Off. He hooks the leg, and makes the pin:
ONE!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!
Winners: Brian Hollywood & Xtreme Dream
The bell rings as the ref holds up Brian Hollywoods hand. On the stage, Wrecker and Dream are still brawling. JPO comes out, with security as the two are separated from each other.
JPO: You know what, you all want to get your hands on each other, fine! There are still two spots left in the Hybrid Survival Match, and one of those spots are going to be filled right now. Ladies and Gentlemen, entrant number five-replacing Valencio, who just can’t seem to get the damn job done. JAKE REED!
Chris: Wow, Jake Reed made his debut tonight, and was quite impressive in his first outing.
JPO: And next week, it’s going to be a Four Corner Survival Match, as Jake Reed, Brian Hollywood, Xtreme Dream and Micheal Wrecker compete! You see, this is what the Hybrid Title, and the Hybrid Division is all about. COMPETITION! Also next week, two debuting talents are going to have a shot at that sixth spot, because it’s going to be two debuting NCW stars, The self proclaimed, King of Hardcore..WILD! taking on The Legions WILD-DOG in singles competition, and just to make it special, because I know Wild-Dog loves to be part of these sneak attack riots the Legion is inciting..it’s going to be..EXTREME RULES!
Chris; WOW!
Ricky: That should be a war. Wild-Dog has never been able to defeat Wild before!
[JPO has the ring crew clear the ring, as we prepare for the Contract Signing]
These Never Go Well
As we return to ringside, we see a large table and two chairs set up inside the ring. JPO stands in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand as he begins speaking.
JPO: Ladies and gentlemen, as you may know over the last several weeks a tournament has been held to determine the next PWX champion. We now have two top contenders, and tonight they will sign a contract that will officially pit the two competitors in a one on one match for the championship at Never Say Die. Now, let me introduce the two aforementioned wrestlers...first, a former Hybrid, Next Gen and tag team champion...NESS!
"Terra in Black" plays as Ness enters the arena to a good amount of applause. He slaps the hands of fans as he eventually makes his way to the ring, shaking the hand of JPO as he starts speaking again.
JPO: And his opponent on the 18th...the last PWX champion...JACKSON!
"Lies" by Evanescence hits to major crowd heat as Jackson enters the arena, completely ignoring the fans as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He and Ness stare down one another as JPO continues.
JPO: Now...before we sign the contract, I thought I would get a few words from the participants in this title match. Jackson, since you're more familiar with the championship, I thought I would let you speak first.
Jackson grabs the microphone from off the table nearby.
Jackson: This match... Never Say Die… pretty big deal. Maybe the biggest. PWX championship...I don't get it. I don't get this fucking thing at all, in fact. Why do I have to run the gauntlet and prove that I'm championship material again? Not only have I held this championship before, I was the last one to have held the damn thing. They stripped it off of me just so we can have this pathetic excuse for a tournament. I mean, after all...look who I have to face at Never Say Die.
Jackson smirks as Ness returns the favor.
Jackson: Face it, Ness. You got a few lucky wins in your career; I'll admit to that much. But you never were able to climb to the very top, have you? You've been a decent Hybrid champion kid, but you have to realize that this ISN'T the Hybrid division. The PWX championship...that's my domain. It's something that you have no earthly idea about. Tell me, Ness...what makes you think you can beat me? What makes you think that you are even in my LEAGUE? Please, Ness...I'd love to hear the answer- the floor's all yours...
Jackson extends his hand, attempting to give Ness the microphone. Ness looks at the microphone for a second before snatching it out of Jackson's hand.
Ness: There's a simple reason for that, Brad- I've done it before.
The crowd "oohs" in shock as Jackson's previously calm demeanor starts to unravel just a bit.
Ness: Jackson, I know who you are...I've known what you've done. And maybe I just caught you on a bad day that night, I don't know. What I do know is that at Never Say Die...I'm going to do just that. I'm not going to give into intimidation, and I'm not going to lay down for you. This is the first real shot I have ever gotten at this championship...a real, one on one bout, no multi-man stipulation clusterfuck. If you think all of the training, all of the preparation that I have done in the last two years is going to be taken away from me that night...you're wrong. DEAD wrong, Brad. In fact...I'd love for you to prove me wrong that night. Embarrass me in front of thousands of people as you take away from me. It's not going to happen...but it'll amuse the hell out of me to see you try.
The crowd is fully behind Ness as they start to chant his name. The stare down continues between the two as JPO intervenes.
JPO: Alright...we've heard the two speak about the match- now it's time to make it official. Jackson, if you will...
Jackson stares at Ness for a few more seconds before taking the clipboard on the table, as well as the pen, and signs his name on the dotted line. He hands it to JPO as a grin emerges on his face.
JPO: Alright...and now you, Ness...
Ness grabs the contract from JPO and signs his name as the crowd cheers. Before JPO can take it, however, Jackson spears Ness to the ground as he begins assaulting him, hitting him with lefts and rights as the crowd is booing.
Ricky: I can't believe this! Jackson is laying a vicious beating on Ness, and it's uncalled for!
Chris: Well, has Jackson ever needed an excuse to kick someone's ass?
Jackson picks up Ness, lifts him off the ground, then drills him with Therapy as he grabs Ness by the head and starts to verbally berate him. Exiting the ring, he grabs a steel chair and throws it in as he is getting a majorly negative response from the crowd, trash starting to pile up in the ring.
Ricky: What's Jackson doing with that chair? Ness is already lying on the floor, down and out!
Chris: I think he wants to send a message to Ness that he's going to remember for a good while...
Laying the chair in the middle of the ring, he grabs Ness and lifts him...then drops him head first into the steel chair with a piledriver as Ness's head bounces off the chair. Jackson rises to his feet and stares at the fallen Ness, then spits on him as the crowd intensifies with negativity. EMTs rush to the ring to help Ness as Jackson exits the ring, "Lies" reprising as he heads toward the back, surveying the damage that he has just caused. We see one last shot of Ness being put on a stretcher as the show concludes.
Extreme Rules Match:
James Silkk vs Danny Szatkowski
Silkk and Danny started the match off with a lock up in the center of the ring. He takes Danny over with a side headlock take down, and Danny quickly rolls out. The two get to their feet-as Danny hits a Japanese arm drag, and locks in an armbar, trying to wear the Suicide Messiah down. He lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes, following up with a big time lariat to the floor. Mikey Jones gets involved, putting a pair of boots to Silkk while he’s down. This prompts Lillith Morgan to come down the ramp and attack Mikey Jones. Silkk gets up-and slides back into the ring, catching Danny with a backdrop over the top rope. He lands on the apron, but Silkk hits a pele kick, knocking Danny to the floor.
Silkk then runs off the far ropes, diving over the top with a suicide dive, taking Danny, Mikey and even Lillith out. He gets up-and grabs a steel chair, and sets it up on the floor. He lifts up Danny Szatkowski, and sets him on the chair, before delivering a hard kick to the chest. He climbs onto the apron, and hits an Asai Corkscrew off the middle rope-crashing into Danny Szatkowski-who is prone on the chair. The crowd pops loudly as Silkk tries for a cover, but Danny powers out before the three.
Silkk gets to his feet, and lifts him up. He hits him with an uppercut, which sends Danny staggering into the apron. He goes for a high leg lariat, but Danny catches him-and throws him into the ring steps face first. He sighs as he slides Silkk into the ring, and rolls him up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!!
THR—KICKOUT! He sighs, and lifts up Silkk, before hitting him with The Breakdown. He rolls him up, and grabs a handful of tights in the process:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!!
The bell rings as Danny Szatkowski has his hand raised in victory.
Winner: Danny Szatkowski
Setting The Stage
Suddenly, “RUSH RMX” by Kidd Russell hits the PA System. Jason Parker Olesen heads down the ramp-with a mic in hand. Danny and Mikey bail from the ring-but stay at ring side as the music cuts off.
JPO: You think this is a game? NCW has been nothing but a thorn in my fucking side. The Legion is just trying to leech at my success with PWX, and leech off of our name. You know what, that’s fine. You’re not the first group to do that. Tell you what. Danny-you still got Pariah at Never Say Die…but also, your little Legion buddies will be involved in a Six Man Tag, against Tyler Graves, a man who will be revealed next week, and the man I’m about to introduce to you all.
[The crowd cheers loudly]
JPO: This man, I don’t like him. We didn’t get along the first time he was here-but because of the cancer that he’s…
[Without warning, JPO is interrupted by “Last of my Kind” by Alice In Chains. John Pariah heads down to the ring and grabs a mic.]
Pariah: You’re actually going to do this?
JPO: Yeah.
Pariah: I don’t trust him. How many times did we kick each others ass across the arena?
JPO: John, you know as well as I do-sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil. You’re going to have to also brother, because next week-he will be competing in this very ring! He will be teaming up with you John, against Danny Szatkowski, and fellow Legion member, Ben Stevens!
Chris: Who is it.
Ricky: I have no idea…
[The camera cuts to Danny and Mikey who are smiling at the announcement]
JPO: That man is….TERRELL ODOM!!!
Ricky: What!? ... What!?
For has been more than a year from a Pro Wrestling X promotion, the crowd gives their greatest potential eruption of a pop - people literally screaming at the top of their lungs.. an ovation that could tip the Richter scale...
And before anything else can be said from an commentator, John Pariah, Olesen, anybody -
"Ride on these niggas..."
The tune of "The Realest" from Young Jeezy bursts into the loudspeakers, following up with a huge roar from the crowd.. Terrell Odom wastes no time pacing his way from out of the titan - tron to the loudest ovation of the night.
Chris : My God, its believable! He's back!
Ricky : He's here Chris Holy shit! It's Terrell Odom!
The crowd is so ecstatic that it is nearly impossible to hear anything over the loudspeaker - Terrell Odom perfectly in the view of the camera - a blunt expression over his face, as his signature Armani locs cover his eyes - strafing his head side to side looking across the arena.. taking a walk up the steps, he carries over to one turnbuckle, rising up and shouting many words before dropping off and entering the ring. He does once more to the turnbuckle to the side - cameras illuminating the arena.
Ricky : This is truly amazing.. I can't believe it!
Chris : I am still in shock Ricky.. tonight Pro Wrestling X is back!
A camera stills across Danny Szatkowski, whom is left clueless of what to think at the moment..as Adrenaline begins to make a fade to Terrell Odom standing on the turnbuckle pointing down at Sczatowski..
“The War Rages On!”
October 5th 2009
Let’s Start a Riot
[The camera opens up in the backstage lockeroom. John Pariah is standing on a bench, addressing the lockeroom. Jason Parker Olesen is standing to his right. The New Dawn’s James Silkk and Lillith Morgan stand next to “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves. “The Buzz” Cal Roberts is standing against the wall, paying no attention to whats going on.]
Pariah: For the last three weeks, the disease known as National Championship Wrestling-more importantly, The Legion. DG, Antonio Lopez, Ben Stevens, Mikey Jones, Wild Dog, and the Santos Family-as well as that lost sheep Danny Szatkowski have been thorns in our sides for long enough. It’s time we take our company back from these sports entertainment bastards, and show them that PWX is the only game in town!
: Here here![The camera pans over, and we see The Legion standing in the entrance way. Suddenly, Danny S spears James Silkk into the wall. Ben Stevens attacks Tyler Graves. Xavier Santos lays out JPO with a nightstick, and Maria Santos throws Lillith into the wall-and then kicks her in the spine. DG attacks Cal Roberts with a kendo stick, smashing it over his back, and Lopez and John Pariah brawl out the doorway. Pariah throws Lopez into the far wall, but Danny Szatkowski smashes a potted plant across his back. The Legion continues the assault-and carries it out into the hallways, and eventually the streets of Philadelphia.]
Chris: We have a riot on our hands!
Ricky: This is a first here in PWX!
[Danny throws Pariah into a parked car, and bashes his head on the trunk door. James Silkk kicks Danny in the back of the head, but is laid out by Lopez in the process. Lopez piledrives Silkk onto the concrete as Cal Roberts and DG brawl into the street, as Tyler Graves kicks Ben Stevens in the ribs, and drops him onto the hood of a parked car. Eventually police sirens are heard, as armed security gaurds and police officers break up the battle. As Police detain Danny Szatkowski-Pariah spears him to the ground, and tries locking in an Anaconda Vice. Police pull him off, and manage to get everyone separated as the scene fades out to the opening video package.]
Singles Match
Jake Reed vs Tyler Graves[/b]
Reed is standing in the ring, waiting for Tyler Graves to come out. His music hits, and after a seconds delay he heads down the ramp and slides into the ring. The bell rings as Graves goes on the attack, taking out his frustrations over the NCW brawl on poor Jake Reed. After a few moments of repeated strikes, he muscles Reed into the corner, and throws a knee. He shoots him into the far corner-and comes back with a knee strike to the head. He follows it up with a bulldog, and rolls Reed over for the pin:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
Graves lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and Reed drops him with a double arm DDT. He quickly goes for the cover:
ONE
TWO…KICKOUT!
Reed rolls Graves over-and drops a knee across the back of his head. He lifts Graves up-and shoots him into the corner. He runs for a splash-but Graves gets the leg up to block it. As Reed stumbles back, Graves delivers a MASSIVE round house kick to the side of the head, knocking the young star out cold. He rolls him up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Winner: Tyler Graves via pinfall
[Backstage we see Brian Hollywood prepping for his tag team match against Wrecker and Valencio. He is seen lifting weights and getting warmed up. Then, Shawn Lester walks in the room and interrupts him. He begins to speak as Hollywood almost drops the weights.]
Shawn Lester: Mr. Hollywood, what are your thoughts about tonight's tag team match?
Hollywood is able to lift the weights back up and rack them. He then stands up and confronts Shawn.
Hollywood: Shawn, what the hell is your freaking problem?! I don't get how you work at all! I mean, seriously! FIRST you can't even correctly introduce me and call me MR Hollywood! SECOND you barge right in my locker room without knocking! And THIRD you interrupt my warming up session! Seriously, how annoying and intruding can you get Shawn?! I don't care if your a backstage interviewer, which you are, or some big bad wrestler....STOP irritating me! I mean, you know its really sad how last week I was in the ring and didn't even have to deal with you! Although, that really wasn't sad in itself. It was more of a blessing to not have to deal with you..but that's not the point. The point is, I'm out in the ring last week, and I DON'T see you at all! You know how great that felt?! Do you Shawn, do you?
Shawn: Well actually I....
Hollywood interrupts him.
Hollywood: Shut the hell up Shawn! I really don't care what you think to be real honest!
Hollywood pauses and stares at Shawn.
Hollywood: See? You don't like being interrupted do you?!
Shawn: Well I...
Hollywood once again interrupts him.
Hollywood: You know what? I actually find this very entertaining! But there's a difference between me interrupting you instead of you interrupting me. That's because I'm Brian Hollywood. I'm Mr Executive himself! You will respect me too just like everyone else does in this company!
Shawn stutters why trying to explain something to Hollywood.
Shawn: But....your opponents....Wrecker and Valencio...
Hollywood stops Shawn and begins speaking.
Hollywood: What about them? I suppose your going to tell me that they don't respect me at all, aren't you? Let me tell you something about Wrecker and Valencio Shawn. They are both superhero wannabes who think that justice needs to be served on the greedy and the power. The people they call that "are in the wrong". Well what does that make them? People who uphold the law? All I've witnessed since seeing either man come in this company is talk. They do NOTHING but talk! I've already beaten Wrecker. All he was was talk! Valencio claims to be the same kind of man of justice as Wrecker, only of a different way of going about it. Yet, ironically, both men despise each other. That makes me laugh Shawn.
Hollywood starts whiping the access sweat off his face with his towel.
Hollywood: It's funny how the "Justice League" thinks they can take out Dream and I tonight. I've already said this once Shawn, and I'm going to say it again. How in the blue hell are Wrecker and Valencio expecting to beat Dream and myself when they can't even be on the same page? To add insult to injury, Valencio sounds and acts like a complete dumbass. I mean, come on, the guy didn't even qualify for the Hybrid Championship match like yours truly, me, did. I'll give Wrecker credit though, he tried...actually, come to think of it...
Hollywood throws the towel down and looks into the camera.
Hollywood: Why the hell should I STILL take you seriously Wrecker? You didn't even need wits or experience to beat Valencio to qualify. That was a complete joke! When I begin to think about this match harder, I find it harder to believe how this tag match is simply not a joke! Dream and myself are both serious competitors, and more importantly, a serious force to be reckoned with! Like Dream said earlier, when teamed up together, you get a duo of destruction! It will be no less than that Wrecker and Valencio! After my warm up match for Never Say Die, I will be stepping up my game plan even more prepared to take back what's rightfully mine! The PWX Hybrid Championship! Tonight, Dream is on my side. I like that. Make no mistake about it though, after tonight, after the match, Dream becomes my opponent! He just becomes another opponent across my path to the championship. Remember what I said I would do to anyone that crossed my path? I make it an Executive Duty to take out any and all people who get in my way. And my Executive Duty is to do any and all things I need to do to secure a victory for myself. That includes reinforcing my chances anyway possible. That means reinforcing my strength with an EXECUTIVE PROMISE! It will come without warning, it will come swift....and it will come to anyone who gets in my way! As for this tag match tonight, Wrecker and Valencio are clearly in my path. So my job is simple. Help my tag partner obtain a victory tonight. Which shouldn't be difficult what so ever. Wrecker and Valencio prepare for the ultimate preview for the ultimate survival match! Only thing is, the survivors tonight will be Dream and Myself! You can bet I'm making it an EXECUTIVE PROMISE!
Hollywood walks off leaving Shawn all by himself once again. Shawn looks on as Hollywood leaves the room.
~Pre-Taped~
(It is about two hours before Adrenaline is set to kick off and on this cool, October evening, we have found ourselves walking around the alley behind ‘The Arena’ in Philadelphia. You hear a lot of racket, full of clings and clanks. Closer you get, louder the noise gets. Finally, we get close enough to notice PWX’s own X-Treme Dream digging through a dumpster. He has thrown some broken broom sticks out, a few trash can lids, and even a rusted up hammer. We can hear Dream murmuring to himself.)
“Call me scum.”
(More stuff flies out of the dumpster and Dream rises up, only to notice the camera staring right back at him.)
“Well, is that how this is going down. Send the camera to spy on me, see how I really live. Isn’t that right Wrecker? You have your lavish life, and I have my meaningless life. Right?”
(Just then, Dream picks up some pieces of a broken table. He tosses the three pieces out onto the ground next to his other pile of weapons.)
“See, this is the image you have mapped out in your head Wrecker. This is how you picture me, isn’t it?”
(Dream hops out of the dumpster and wipes himself off. Dream starts to throw the weapons into a buggy he has parked next to the building. Dream just laughs as each weapon hit’s the metal of the shopping cart.)
“Street scum, wasn’t that your exact words? That I came from the gutters?”
(Some more laughter.)
“Just because I love violence. Just because I yearn for blood. None of that makes me a gutter rat. Michael Wrecker, you have made yourself an enemy here in the PWX. Assuming things will make a fool out of you, but you will see that tonight.”
(Dream dusts himself off a little better and pulls a set of keys out of his pocket. He hit’s the alarm and starts up a near by vehicle. As we turn around, we see a candy apple red, 2010 Dodge Challenger parked right in front of where we just watched Dream rummage through a dumpster.)
“I am the ‘King of Extreme’ and that is all that will matter tonight. Rather I live in a card board box or in a mansion, none of that will affect our match tonight Wrecker.”
(Dream winks at the camera and points to the cart.)
“All of that is for you! I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
(Dream pulls off the dirty shirt and climbs into the Challenger. He cranks the radio up and we can hear ‘Forever’ by Drake start to blast through the speaker system. Fade out.)
Tag Team War:
Brian Hollywood & Xtreme Dream vs Valencio & Michael Wrecker
Both teams are in the ring as the bell rings. Valencio opps to start for his team, against The Dream-quickly rocking him with a flurry of offensive strikes. He shoots Dream into the ropes-but telegraphs a backdrop, and Dream hits him with a hard gutwrench power bomb. He gets a two count before Val kicks out. He lifts him up-and throws him over the ropes, constituting a legal tag. He smirks as he yells at Wrecker to get in the ring. In PWX, when your feet hit the floor, it counts as a legal tag. Wrecker gets into the ring. The crowd cheers as the two lock up. Dream snaps him over with a judo like takedown-but Wrecker gets to his feet. They lock up again, and this time Wrecker powers Dream into the corner. He shoots him into the far corner, as Hollywood makes the blind tag. Wrecker runs in for a splash, but Dream gets the boot up. Hollywood quickly sling shots himself off the top rope-and crashes into Wrecker with a crossbody. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE—KICKOUT!
Hollywood lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. He comes back with a high angle kick, knocking Wrecker down. Valencio comes off the ropes without warning-and nails Hollywood with a lariat. The ref orders Val back into his corner, as Wrecker gets to his feet-and quickly throws a knee into Hollywoods ribs. He throws him to the floor-and quickly grabs Dream by the throat-tossing him into the ring with a choke toss. He delivers a big boot, and goes for the cover:
ONE
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT! Wrecker picks him up, and throws him out to the floor, and follows suit. The two brawl up the ramp, exchanging blow after blow. Hollywood rolls into the ring. Val hits him with a clubbing blow to the back. He lifts him up-but Hollywood hits a jawbreaker, followed up by The Lay Off. He hooks the leg, and makes the pin:
ONE!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!
Winners: Brian Hollywood & Xtreme Dream
The bell rings as the ref holds up Brian Hollywoods hand. On the stage, Wrecker and Dream are still brawling. JPO comes out, with security as the two are separated from each other.
JPO: You know what, you all want to get your hands on each other, fine! There are still two spots left in the Hybrid Survival Match, and one of those spots are going to be filled right now. Ladies and Gentlemen, entrant number five-replacing Valencio, who just can’t seem to get the damn job done. JAKE REED!
Chris: Wow, Jake Reed made his debut tonight, and was quite impressive in his first outing.
JPO: And next week, it’s going to be a Four Corner Survival Match, as Jake Reed, Brian Hollywood, Xtreme Dream and Micheal Wrecker compete! You see, this is what the Hybrid Title, and the Hybrid Division is all about. COMPETITION! Also next week, two debuting talents are going to have a shot at that sixth spot, because it’s going to be two debuting NCW stars, The self proclaimed, King of Hardcore..WILD! taking on The Legions WILD-DOG in singles competition, and just to make it special, because I know Wild-Dog loves to be part of these sneak attack riots the Legion is inciting..it’s going to be..EXTREME RULES!
Chris; WOW!
Ricky: That should be a war. Wild-Dog has never been able to defeat Wild before!
[JPO has the ring crew clear the ring, as we prepare for the Contract Signing]
These Never Go Well
As we return to ringside, we see a large table and two chairs set up inside the ring. JPO stands in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand as he begins speaking.
JPO: Ladies and gentlemen, as you may know over the last several weeks a tournament has been held to determine the next PWX champion. We now have two top contenders, and tonight they will sign a contract that will officially pit the two competitors in a one on one match for the championship at Never Say Die. Now, let me introduce the two aforementioned wrestlers...first, a former Hybrid, Next Gen and tag team champion...NESS!
"Terra in Black" plays as Ness enters the arena to a good amount of applause. He slaps the hands of fans as he eventually makes his way to the ring, shaking the hand of JPO as he starts speaking again.
JPO: And his opponent on the 18th...the last PWX champion...JACKSON!
"Lies" by Evanescence hits to major crowd heat as Jackson enters the arena, completely ignoring the fans as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He and Ness stare down one another as JPO continues.
JPO: Now...before we sign the contract, I thought I would get a few words from the participants in this title match. Jackson, since you're more familiar with the championship, I thought I would let you speak first.
Jackson grabs the microphone from off the table nearby.
Jackson: This match... Never Say Die… pretty big deal. Maybe the biggest. PWX championship...I don't get it. I don't get this fucking thing at all, in fact. Why do I have to run the gauntlet and prove that I'm championship material again? Not only have I held this championship before, I was the last one to have held the damn thing. They stripped it off of me just so we can have this pathetic excuse for a tournament. I mean, after all...look who I have to face at Never Say Die.
Jackson smirks as Ness returns the favor.
Jackson: Face it, Ness. You got a few lucky wins in your career; I'll admit to that much. But you never were able to climb to the very top, have you? You've been a decent Hybrid champion kid, but you have to realize that this ISN'T the Hybrid division. The PWX championship...that's my domain. It's something that you have no earthly idea about. Tell me, Ness...what makes you think you can beat me? What makes you think that you are even in my LEAGUE? Please, Ness...I'd love to hear the answer- the floor's all yours...
Jackson extends his hand, attempting to give Ness the microphone. Ness looks at the microphone for a second before snatching it out of Jackson's hand.
Ness: There's a simple reason for that, Brad- I've done it before.
The crowd "oohs" in shock as Jackson's previously calm demeanor starts to unravel just a bit.
Ness: Jackson, I know who you are...I've known what you've done. And maybe I just caught you on a bad day that night, I don't know. What I do know is that at Never Say Die...I'm going to do just that. I'm not going to give into intimidation, and I'm not going to lay down for you. This is the first real shot I have ever gotten at this championship...a real, one on one bout, no multi-man stipulation clusterfuck. If you think all of the training, all of the preparation that I have done in the last two years is going to be taken away from me that night...you're wrong. DEAD wrong, Brad. In fact...I'd love for you to prove me wrong that night. Embarrass me in front of thousands of people as you take away from me. It's not going to happen...but it'll amuse the hell out of me to see you try.
The crowd is fully behind Ness as they start to chant his name. The stare down continues between the two as JPO intervenes.
JPO: Alright...we've heard the two speak about the match- now it's time to make it official. Jackson, if you will...
Jackson stares at Ness for a few more seconds before taking the clipboard on the table, as well as the pen, and signs his name on the dotted line. He hands it to JPO as a grin emerges on his face.
JPO: Alright...and now you, Ness...
Ness grabs the contract from JPO and signs his name as the crowd cheers. Before JPO can take it, however, Jackson spears Ness to the ground as he begins assaulting him, hitting him with lefts and rights as the crowd is booing.
Ricky: I can't believe this! Jackson is laying a vicious beating on Ness, and it's uncalled for!
Chris: Well, has Jackson ever needed an excuse to kick someone's ass?
Jackson picks up Ness, lifts him off the ground, then drills him with Therapy as he grabs Ness by the head and starts to verbally berate him. Exiting the ring, he grabs a steel chair and throws it in as he is getting a majorly negative response from the crowd, trash starting to pile up in the ring.
Ricky: What's Jackson doing with that chair? Ness is already lying on the floor, down and out!
Chris: I think he wants to send a message to Ness that he's going to remember for a good while...
Laying the chair in the middle of the ring, he grabs Ness and lifts him...then drops him head first into the steel chair with a piledriver as Ness's head bounces off the chair. Jackson rises to his feet and stares at the fallen Ness, then spits on him as the crowd intensifies with negativity. EMTs rush to the ring to help Ness as Jackson exits the ring, "Lies" reprising as he heads toward the back, surveying the damage that he has just caused. We see one last shot of Ness being put on a stretcher as the show concludes.
Extreme Rules Match:
James Silkk vs Danny Szatkowski
Silkk and Danny started the match off with a lock up in the center of the ring. He takes Danny over with a side headlock take down, and Danny quickly rolls out. The two get to their feet-as Danny hits a Japanese arm drag, and locks in an armbar, trying to wear the Suicide Messiah down. He lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes, following up with a big time lariat to the floor. Mikey Jones gets involved, putting a pair of boots to Silkk while he’s down. This prompts Lillith Morgan to come down the ramp and attack Mikey Jones. Silkk gets up-and slides back into the ring, catching Danny with a backdrop over the top rope. He lands on the apron, but Silkk hits a pele kick, knocking Danny to the floor.
Silkk then runs off the far ropes, diving over the top with a suicide dive, taking Danny, Mikey and even Lillith out. He gets up-and grabs a steel chair, and sets it up on the floor. He lifts up Danny Szatkowski, and sets him on the chair, before delivering a hard kick to the chest. He climbs onto the apron, and hits an Asai Corkscrew off the middle rope-crashing into Danny Szatkowski-who is prone on the chair. The crowd pops loudly as Silkk tries for a cover, but Danny powers out before the three.
Silkk gets to his feet, and lifts him up. He hits him with an uppercut, which sends Danny staggering into the apron. He goes for a high leg lariat, but Danny catches him-and throws him into the ring steps face first. He sighs as he slides Silkk into the ring, and rolls him up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!!
THR—KICKOUT! He sighs, and lifts up Silkk, before hitting him with The Breakdown. He rolls him up, and grabs a handful of tights in the process:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!!
The bell rings as Danny Szatkowski has his hand raised in victory.
Winner: Danny Szatkowski
Setting The Stage
Suddenly, “RUSH RMX” by Kidd Russell hits the PA System. Jason Parker Olesen heads down the ramp-with a mic in hand. Danny and Mikey bail from the ring-but stay at ring side as the music cuts off.
JPO: You think this is a game? NCW has been nothing but a thorn in my fucking side. The Legion is just trying to leech at my success with PWX, and leech off of our name. You know what, that’s fine. You’re not the first group to do that. Tell you what. Danny-you still got Pariah at Never Say Die…but also, your little Legion buddies will be involved in a Six Man Tag, against Tyler Graves, a man who will be revealed next week, and the man I’m about to introduce to you all.
[The crowd cheers loudly]
JPO: This man, I don’t like him. We didn’t get along the first time he was here-but because of the cancer that he’s…
[Without warning, JPO is interrupted by “Last of my Kind” by Alice In Chains. John Pariah heads down to the ring and grabs a mic.]
Pariah: You’re actually going to do this?
JPO: Yeah.
Pariah: I don’t trust him. How many times did we kick each others ass across the arena?
JPO: John, you know as well as I do-sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil. You’re going to have to also brother, because next week-he will be competing in this very ring! He will be teaming up with you John, against Danny Szatkowski, and fellow Legion member, Ben Stevens!
Chris: Who is it.
Ricky: I have no idea…
[The camera cuts to Danny and Mikey who are smiling at the announcement]
JPO: That man is….TERRELL ODOM!!!
Ricky: What!? ... What!?
For has been more than a year from a Pro Wrestling X promotion, the crowd gives their greatest potential eruption of a pop - people literally screaming at the top of their lungs.. an ovation that could tip the Richter scale...
And before anything else can be said from an commentator, John Pariah, Olesen, anybody -
"Ride on these niggas..."
The tune of "The Realest" from Young Jeezy bursts into the loudspeakers, following up with a huge roar from the crowd.. Terrell Odom wastes no time pacing his way from out of the titan - tron to the loudest ovation of the night.
Chris : My God, its believable! He's back!
Ricky : He's here Chris Holy shit! It's Terrell Odom!
The crowd is so ecstatic that it is nearly impossible to hear anything over the loudspeaker - Terrell Odom perfectly in the view of the camera - a blunt expression over his face, as his signature Armani locs cover his eyes - strafing his head side to side looking across the arena.. taking a walk up the steps, he carries over to one turnbuckle, rising up and shouting many words before dropping off and entering the ring. He does once more to the turnbuckle to the side - cameras illuminating the arena.
Ricky : This is truly amazing.. I can't believe it!
Chris : I am still in shock Ricky.. tonight Pro Wrestling X is back!
A camera stills across Danny Szatkowski, whom is left clueless of what to think at the moment..as Adrenaline begins to make a fade to Terrell Odom standing on the turnbuckle pointing down at Sczatowski..