Post by Darin Zion on Apr 5, 2014 12:36:28 GMT -5
PWX Adrenaline 6
“All Out War”
Monday, October 12th 2009
Special Exhibition Match:
Tyler Graves vs Jackson
The show kicks off with Tyler Graves and Brad Jackson butting heads. The two lock up, and Jackson powers Graves into the corner-delivering a series of hard shots. Graves tries to battle back, with a pair of knees, but Jackson drives an elbow into his head, and stops any momentum Graves may have been building. He shoots him across the ring, and follows it up with an attempted spear in the corner. Graves gets his legs up, and captures Jackson-floating over the ropes and locking him in a tarantula submission. The ref counts to four and orders Tyler to break the hold. He drops to the apron-as Jackson stumbles forward. Graves springs off the ropes, and knocks the former World Champion down with a lariat. He quickly goes for the cover, but Jackson kicks out before the count of three. Graves sits him up-and delivers an offensive flurry of MMA elbow strikes to the head. The ref orders the hold to be broken, and Graves lets go, arguing with the ref in the process. Jackson climbs to his feet-and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Tyler Graves. He delivers a pair of boots, and then drops a knee across the back of his head. He rolls Graves over into the cover, but Graves kicks out before the two count. Jackson picks him up-and drops him with a stalling vertical suplex. He hooks the leg, and goes for another cover, as he looks up the ramp and see’s Ness walking down applauding. He gets up-before the ref can get a two count out. He begins arguing over the ropes with Ness, who is now at ringside. This allows Tyler Graves time to get up-and turn Jackson around-hitting him with “That’s All She Wrote”. He rolls Jackson up, and the ref makes the count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
The bell rings as Graves rolls out of the ring-and runs up the ramp. Almost as shocked as the crowd is that he picked off the former World Champion, Jackson.
Winner: Tyler Graves
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Ness slides into the ring, trash talking Jackson-who is fighting to his feet. The two argue, and begin to exchange blows. Security comes, and pulls them apart.
Special Exhibition Match:
Ness vs Valencio
Suddenly, Valencio runs down the ramp-and hits Ness with a backbreaker. The ref shrugs, calling for the bell as Val makes a quick pin attempt. Ness powers out at two, as security escort Jackson up the ramp.
Val picks up Ness, and delivers a pair of shots, before shooting him off into the ropes, and hitting a drop toe hold. He floats over, and locks in a front face lock on the Number One Contender. Ness powers to his feet, and lifts Val up-dropping him on his head with a reverse piledriver. Ness hooks the leg:
ONE
TWO
THRE—KICKOUT!
Ness sighs and lifts him up-shooting him into the corner. He comes back-driving a knee into the face of his opponent, before dropping them with a bulldog. He gets up, and drops an elbow across the back of his head. He rolls Val over, and gets another two count as the crowd boos. A small “Let’s Go Val” chant springs up, and Ness lifts him up-and delivers a chop, and a knee to the ribs. He drops him with an inverted DDT-which only gets him another two count. He sighs-and lifts him up for a suplex. Val floats over, and lands on his feet-rolling up Ness with a school boy:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Ness is able to power out. Both men get to their feet, as Valencio throws a hard clothesline. Ness ducks-and goes for a neckbreaker. Val turns around, and Ness catches him-lifting him up and dropping him with a burning hammer. He rolls Val into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---Val gets his foot on the ropes. Ness is in shock as he picks him up-and drops him with a double arm DDT. He begins to reign down punches and shots to the head. Valencio again puts his foot under the bottom rope-and the ref orders Ness to break the hold. Ness goes ballistic, and just starts delivering a series of MMA elbows to the back of Val’s head. The ref counts to five, and Ness refuses to break the hold-and stop punishing the masked man. The ref calls for the bell, disqualifying Ness. It doesn’t seem to phase him, as he continues the assault. Security eventually comes back out-and pulls Ness off of Valencio.
Ness: Jackson, that’s a message for you. Sunday Night, you’re mine!
The bell continues to ring as EMTs check on Valencio. Ness holds his arms up-seemingly in victory. We fade out on Ness making a title motion around his waist-yelling at Jackson.
Winner: Valencio via DQ
Earlier Today
It's still day time outside as Jake Reed walks into the shot he spits out a piece of gum and swats it away like Curt Henning used to do. He stops and turns to the camera. Jake is in a Affliction shirt and black jeans wearing his leather jacket open. Shawn Lester walks up to him holding a microphone.
Shawn: Jake do you have time for an interview?
Jake: Yeah sure.
Shawn: Jake the last time we saw you there was an awful lot of pressure you were putting yourself. Now you have had some time to rethink have you changed your mind?
Jake rubs his hands in anticipation of answering.
Jake: Not a chance! I happened to hear what Brian Hollywood had to say about me. And that is why I am going to win tonight to silence anyone saying no wait criticizing "he's only had one match or he's in over his head." Because I'm not in over anything. This match tonight is where Jake Reed shows he belongs.
And when I get the win tonight my name becomes the favorite to take the Hybrid title.
Jake pumps his fist showing how excited he is.
Shawn: Now Jake after you left the bartender at the pub make an interesting statement of "If he loses on Monday you don't want to be around him come Sunday." What exactley did he mean?
Jake light pats Shanw on the shoulder and laughs to himself. As he just walks off.
Shawn: Jake wait...
Jake stops and turns around.
Jake: Just hope I don't lose and if I do look out.
Critical.Battle.Art. Challenge:
Cal Roberts vs Sentai
We return with Cal Roberts making his way to the ring. Sentai is already standing in the ring, ready to go. Cal smirks as he slides in-and offers a handshake to the Tokasetsu Warrior. He gingerly accepts-only to get a forearm to the face by Cal. The bell rings, and Roberts quickly snaps off an over head belly to belly suplex. He follows up with a hard kick to the face-knocking Sentai into the ropes. He lifts him up- and drops him with a burning hammer as the crowd boo’s. He then locks in a katihajimae submission, and chokes out Sentai. The bell rings as Cal let’s go, and has his hand raised in victory.
Winner: Cal Roberts (Submission)
After a moment of soaking in his victory. He looks at the ref, and hits him from behind. He executes a Belly To Belly suplex, and rips the PWX shirt off the official. He then chokes him out also. He follows up by ripping the shirt to shreds, and gets face to face with the camera yelling “PIECE BY PIECE!” before he storms out of the ring and up the ramp.
We open up from commercial.. camera concentrated in on the lacing of Chuck Taylor sneakers tightened to a grip below a baggy set of khaki pants.. slightly recieving the hint of who it could be - the camera running slowly up the stout figure, as he brings his hands upward across his lap. Beside the individual stands lustrous legs.. leaned against the cold steel locker that sits audible behind them.. the camera slithers its way upward once more to reveal the knelt over character..
Terrell Odom..
The crowd gets view - a loud cheer coming forth. The thoughts run deep in his head, expectedly. His eyes stare into the pattern across the floor, knowing his first match in two years is next to come forth. Standing beside him, Olivia Fox - rubbing her hand slowly into his broad back. He brings one hand upward, abrading at his goatee.. Olivia breaking the silence in the room as she softly speaks..
Olivia Fox : It's about that time...
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. It's been too long. I just hope...
His eyes ponder upward.. to the lights, the thought of what words he wanted to say..
Terrell Odom: I hope I can trust John tonight - as much as he's concerned about me being a thorn in his side, I wonder twice as much of what he could do to me..
Olivia sways her hair back, taking a seat beside Odom on the bench where he sat eager.. his arm wandering back to his knee.
Olivia Fox : ... Don't let it bother you . He has too much on his mind right now to even consider starting something with you..
Terrell Odom : Nah.. you don't know him like that though.. this is the same guy that would not relent on sticking his nose in my business the last time around.
Olivia Fox : He needs your help more than anything tonight.. let it slide off your back, baby..
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I..
*Knick* *Knick* *Knick*
Before he can get another word off - a slight knock comes from his door..
Terrell Odom : "It's open!"
Terrell fires off from his chest.. the "click" from the opening - coming forth is the one and only.. John Pariah. Terrell arises, chin up as he stands slightly over John - lit up with adrenaline, grimaces a look of fire in his eyes..
Terrell Odom : ... Im hoping you aren't here to gri...
John Pariah : Shut up, Terrell..
Terrell looks stunned that John had even the thought of saying such a thing towards him - moving a little closer in on John - proclaiming himself now as "God's Last Gift", his brows flaring to down to the socket of his eyes...
John Pariah : The thought just entered me... why the hell are you back in Pro Wrestling X... ? Really.. why did you come back?
Terrell Odom : Heh.. heh.. heh.. why... did I... come back...?
Terrell inches a little closer to John - whom is staring Terrell completely in the eyes, a deep.. serious appearance marked over his face .. without a blink of the eye.
Terrell Odom : John.. perhaps maybe you can answer that question.. can't you? ... After all.. you seemed to start the mess that I am supposed to be a "janitor" for now..
John Pariah : What the hell is that supposed to mean.. You - you seriously think I am going to believe you are here to help Pro Wrestling X? Thats fucking bullshit and you know it!
Terrell Odom : Well if you don't believe me.. then I guess you don't need my fucking help then do you .. John? You are so high - on - the hog that you can just go out there and handle three men on your own?
John Pariah : ... I honestly never wanted help from you.. you are just here to try and kill Pro Wrestling X quicker than what it would die off to if you weren't here...
Terrell pauses.. looking a little awkward at John - he backs away from him, shaking his head with a snicker. He reaches forth to a bottle of Colt 45 that sits cold on a break - table beside the shower door.. sipping away on the quarter that is left before carrying on..
Terrell Odom : .... thats fucking hilarious.. you came here to tell me that?
John looks a little suprised.. in a slight pause as if he expected Terrell to come with a full load of defense, instead to have his words blown off from Terrell. He... again, walks toward John.
Terrell Odom : Look John... tonight.. it's on me - we go out there, handle Danny Shitowski.. Benny Stevens.. and that little scientologist guy.. and we're done! You will no longer have to worry about me coming around, and getting in your shit.. Terrell Odom is here, just to be here...
John Pariah : * In a whisper * - Bullshiiiit... it's just Bullshiiii...
Terrell Odom : John... John.. let's just go out there and kick some ass tonight.. get a drink afterwards.. ev-ery-thing will be alright..
John looks up at Terrell.. nodding his head, though with a look of despair still crossing his grisly appearance...
John Pariah : ... *nod* Okay... but if you even come close to fucking with me, or Jason.. I will have your ass in a body bag..
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I know John... let's get em tonight..
Pariah walks towards the door.. going out of view - hearing the word "Fucker..." quietly leaving mouth...
Olivia rises from off the bench, spectating the little amount of drama that occured.. resting her head on the shoulder of Odom.. as their eyes wander at the door..
Olivia Fox : That guy is so fucking crazy...
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I tried to tell him to buy a some weed from me.. told him he would be less of an asshole...
Olivia Fox : *laughing* You serious?
Terrell Odom : Hell yeah I am! And look at John now... *he sighs* Well.. come on.. let's go..
Terrell takes Olivia's hand.. approaching towards the door as we cut..
Ultimate Survival Qualifier – Extreme Rules:
Wild vs Wild-Dog
The scene returns-with Wild-Dog standing in the interview area. Shawn Lester is about to interview him-but Wild comes from behind, and nails him from behind with a stop sign. The camera cuts to the ring-where the ref shrugs and calls for the bell. He runs up the ramp-and meets the two backstage-as they’re brawling all around the interview area. Wild throws Dog into one of the stands-knocking it down. He grabs a metal chair and goes to wrap it around Wild Dogs skull. He comes back with a few shots of his own-forcing the Hardcore King to drop the chair. He grabs it-and throws it in Wild’s face as the crowd boos. He grabs him-and drags him down the hall into the concession stand area. He drops him on the table-and grabs a chair. He uses it to choke Wild on the table-trying to force any fight out of him. He climbs up onto a nearby production box, putting him about 12 feet off the ground. He leaps off with the chair in hand-and crashes into Wild-who crashes through the table onto the concrete below. Wild Dog rolls off-clenching his ribs as the ref checks on both men. Wild begins to stir-asking fans to help him up. Wild Dog as well gets to his feet after a moment. Dog comes at him-but Wild grabs a cup of Coke-and bashes it into Wild Dogs face as he comes running. The crowd chuckles as he grabs Wild Dog, and hits him with the Suicide Drop onto the concrete. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The ref calls for the bell, and the match is over. Wild has advanced to Never Say Die, and championship aspirations.
Winner:Wild
["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system and the building can be heard covered in boos. Brian Hollywood comes out from the back and just looks at the crowd for a bit. He simply smiles as he makes his way to the ring. He gets in the ring and begins examining the crowd in all directions. Hollywood then walks over towards the ropes nearest the announcer's table and is handed a mic. He walks back over to the middle of the ring as he begins to speak.]
Hollywood: You parasites annoy the living hell outta me sometimes!
The crowd boos even louder at the remarks of Hollywood.
Ricky: Can you believe this guy? I'm so tired of hearing him week in and week out bitching about SOMETHING!
Chris: When was the last time he bitched? Because I don't remember him bitching about anything.
Hollywood: Let me tell you people something. I am the GREATEST Hybrid Competitor this business has ever seen! You may all disagree with me, which is why your all parasites because you don't see what's good business! You people are the kind of people that KILL off great people like me! Well let me tell you something, I won't go away simply because you people want me to! Your going to have to put up with me whether you like it or not! Your also going to have to deal with the fact that I will be your NEW PWX Hybrid Champion!
The crowd starts a "your an asshole" chant.
Ricky: The greatest thing about this company is the fans! They speak loudly for this business! They know how to call things as they see it!
Chris: Yes, that is true. However, I believe Hollywood is right. These people are about to see a new Hybrid Champion! I believe that man is standing in the ring right now!
Hollywood: That's right, say it! It only makes me better! It's one extra thing that motivates me to get my job done! What you people don't want is me champion! That only makes things easier for me as I give you people what you don't wanna see! Come time here soon tonight, I will give myself the boost I need going into Never Say Die! I will walk out of the Four Corner's Survival match the winner! I am the Ultimate Survival Opportunist and I know how these matches work! People like XDream say they know how to work in survival matches. Dream says he thrives on winning Survival matches. Well, how bout you prove that theory Dream. It just so happens when you put 2 survival experts against each other you get collateral damage! This match will be chaotic, it will be destructable and it will be only a little preview of what's to come this Sunday at Never Say Die!
Ricky: This guy is way over his head! He considers himself to be the ultimate survival opportunist?
Chris: Well, I think he is. The guy means business Ricky, and I believe he will do everything possible to win both matches.
Ricky: Ok, so the guy has been on a dominant streak lately. So what? Everyone loses sometimes.
Chris: Seeing this guy's momentum definately puts doubt in me that he will lose! This guy's been pretty smart, a win is only deserving for him.
Hollywood: You take guys like Jake Reed and Michael Wrecker who are just also in my way. But you two have never been in survival matches have you? It will be interesting to see just how long both of you will survive at Never Say Die! Hell, you both may not make it to Never Say Die! You gotta last through tonight first! Jake, you happen to be inserted into a match you don't really wanna be in right now. Your insertion in the match may cost you your career. In order to survive a Ultimate Survival match, you have to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you need to do to survive! Hell, this match is particularly more dangerous than any match in PWX! Why? Bc there can only be ONE survivor and to be that ONE survivor, you will do anything and everything you must to win! Whether that's beating your opponent to a bloody pulp, or beating the hell outta them with a weapon, beating them into a liveless entity...whatever! Which makes me so good at what I do!
Crowd boos heavily.
Hollywood: You people can deny that all you want! The truth...the evidence is monstrous! My experience in these matches are too great for anyone to stain! The Hybrid Championship is all about competition! Well, competition is what I thrive on! What's a better match then an Ultimate Survival match at Never Say Die for the Hybrid Championship? This is the perfect match from a competitor's point of view. Which is why I'm already thinking of the possibilities coming from that match. I'm already thinking about how I'm going to obtain my victory, and reclaim what's rightfully mine...the PWX Hybrid Championship!
Crowd starts a "you suck" chant.
Ricky: This guy thinks he has it all figured out!
Chris: That's because he does! He knows what he's going to do ahead of time before he even ever does it! That's pretty damn smart if you ask me!
Hollywood: So, as for tonight, it will just be another warm up for me. So Dream, Wrecker and Reed, bring your A games because if you don't you will just fall easier to me if you don't. Either way, a win is inevitable for me! You can bet I'm making that an Executive Promise!
"Perfect Insanity" reprises over the PA System as Hollywood just stands smiling in the ring.
Four Corner Survival Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Jake Reed vs Micheal Wrecker vs Xtreme Dream
All four men start the match off in the ring. Alexis reminds the fans that is a one fall to the finish match, unlike this Sunday-where we will see these four compete in an Elimination Bout. The bell rings-and Wrecker and Dream immediately go on the attack, exchanging blows and shots. Dream knocks Wrecker out to the floor-and yells to the crowd as he follows him out-and the two continue brawling on the outside.
Reed and Hollywood lock up in the ring, and Hollywood takes him over with an American arm drag. On the rebound-Reed rocks Hollywood with a shot of his own-sending the Executive reeling into the corner. Reed delivers a hard shot to the head of Brian Hollywood-and drags him out a few feet. He throws a hard knee, and drops Hollywood with The Nuke-sending him back first into the turnbuckle as the crowd pops. Jake Reed continues the assault-almost finding a new attitude over the past week. He stand Hollywood up in the corner-and goes for a running splash. Brian Hollywood gets the boot up though, and catches Jake Reed with a stiff shot to the face. Reed is dazed-as Hollywood comes out with a hard lariat. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Reed forces out, as Hollywood sighs. He picks him up and throws him to the floor. Out of nowhere, Micheal Wrecker slides in-chop blocking the knee of Brian Hollywood. The crowd jumps as Wrecker lifts up Hollywood-only to take him down again with a single leg take down-and a pair of kicks to the knee. He smirks as he throws Hollywood out to the floor. Dream slides in from behind-and delivers a hard clubbing blow to the back of Wreckers head.
The crowd continues their approval of the match, as Dream and Wrecker brawl in the ring. Dream shoots him into the ropes-and follows up with a Stinger Splash in the corner-followed by a bulldog right onto the mat. He pulls back on Wreckers head-locking in a hard submission hold. He lets go as the ref gets to four, and follows it up by kicking Wrecker in the back of the head. He lifts him up-and tries for a suplex. Wrecker lands on his feet behind him-and shoves Dream hard into the turnbuckle.
Suddenly, out of nowhere. Jack Reed slides in, and hits Wrecker with a school boy pin-rolling him up and trying to get the win:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings-as Wrecker kicks out immediately after the three. Reed slides out-and heads up the ramp-completely astonished as Alexis Lace announces his name. Hollywood gets up on the floor-holding the back of his head. He see’s the ref holding Reed’s hand up high-and is in total shock as the fans cheer loudly. He heads up the ramp as we fade out.
Winner: Jake Reed
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The scene fades to the New Dawn lockeroom. Pariah is sitting on the bench, taping his wrists up for his match later tonight. James Silkk is getting himself pumped up for his match-in just a few minutes.
Pariah: Big night ahead of you Jimmy.
Silkk: Think so?
Pariah: Lopez is no slouch. He’s a former NCW World Heavyweight Champion. He knows his stuff man.
Silkk: Yeah, but I can take him. I’ve beaten the best in this game.
Pariah: You haven’t beaten me.
Silkk: You want to go at it John?
[JPO walks into the room]
JPO: What the hell? Listen guys-we got bigger things to worry about than a fucking pissing contest with you two. Silkk, get out there-your match is next.
Silkk: Fine.
[Silkk and Lillith leave the room, as JPO sits down on a chair across from John-who is lacing his boots up for tonights main event war.]
Pariah: What do you want Jason?
JPO: I want to talk. Listen, I know you don’t trust Terrell-but don’t you trust me?
[Pariah sighs, looking at his brother.]
Pariah: You’ve made some pretty stupid business decisions in your time Jason. Sports Entertainment Inc ring a bell?
JPO: That was Ed Johnson’s idea…but hey, it got us attention in Projekt Xero, didn’t it?
Pariah: Whats your point?
JPO: Look, I know you two have a history, but this isn’t about that. It was over three years ago-it’s done with, dead and buried, at least according to Terrell. Can’t you just grow the fuck up and focus on PWX for a minute-instead of yourself and your damn New Dawn? Trust me, I have a surprise in store for tonight, that will make the Legion shit themselves.
[Pariah smirks, and gets up.]
Pariah: Are you ready for tonights main event?
JPO: Yeah, but you’re avoiding this ques…
Pariah: So am I. Tonight, Terrell and I will get along just fine. Sunday Night, he’s your problem. I don’t know who your mysterious third man for Never Say Die is, but I swear to god Jason, if it’s Shawn Hunt…I might be flipping sides.
[Before JPO can respond, Pariah grabs his NCW Pure Championship, and heads out the door.]
JPO: Damn it John…
Fade out
We head backstage where Shawn Lester is standing by with “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves. Tyler Graves is still in his ring gear as it was just moments ago when he had his match against “The Dark Horse” Brad Jackson. We can see Tyler panting but there is his face is nothing but serious.
Shawn: Alright we are standing next to “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves who managed to secure what probably the biggest win of his career when he pinned the former PWX World Champion Brad Jackson just moments ago.
Shawn turns to Graves.
Shawn: Tyler first of all, congratulations on your win tonight…
Tyler nods.
Shawn: How does it feels to win against a former and probably the next PWX World Heavyweight Champion here tonight in only your second match here in PWX?
Tyler scoops his hair up as he deep breath.
Tyler: How do I feel? I feel unsatisfied Shawn… You know why? Because I didn’t win on my own terms… Yes I pinned Jackson here tonight but it’s not the win I want to get… You see I am a man of principles… I am a man who takes pride of not crossing any lines just to get the W… And I HAVENT crossed any lines to get a W EVER!
Tyler pauses as he breath heavily.
Tyler: Not until tonight… You see with Ness’ interference in my match tonight, I feel like I cheated Jackson… I feel like I crossed the line… And I feel an intense disgust towards myself… So with that, I feel I’m obliged to give Brad Jackson a rematch… Yes you heard me… I’m not happy about my win tonight and I want to have another shot against Brad… It doesn’t matter when, it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter what match… I will be more than willing to step in the ring with Brad Jackson once again…
We suddenly heard a woman screaming from somewhere down the hall. Tyler and Shawn looks at each other as they both immediately recognized whose voice that was. And all of sudden, we can see the camera chasing down Shawn Lester and Tyler Graves as we navigate thru the long hallways that has the locker room of the PWX wrestlers and other on air talents. The chase stops at in front of one of the locker room doors. The label of the door says it all why Tyler hurriedly run towards this way. The locker room belonged to his sister Tylene Graves. The door is slightly ajar as we can see a ray of light coming from the inside. Tyler kicks the door open and as the camera pans around, we can see that the locker room is a mess. Tyler steps inside with Shawn Lester right behind him.
Shawn: What happened here?
Tyler did not answer as he was already busy navigating the whole locker room searching for his sister. The cameraman is just following Shawn Lester when suddenly we hear Tyler screaming.
Tyler: Tylene!
Shawn Lester and the cameraman quickly ran towards the direction where Tyler’s screaming is heard. We can see Tyler kneeling beside Tylene who is lying on the floor unconscious. Tylene is covered with bruises as her forehead is busted wide open. Shawn Lester stands besides Tyler who has the crimson-masked Tylene Graves in his arms.
Shawn: What… happened… to… her?
Tyler did not answer as there was a moment of silence in the room. Tyler breaks it as he shouts to Shawn.
Tyler: Why are you just standing there? GO GET ME SOME HELP!
Shawn quickly got on the move as the cameraman focuses the camera towards Tylene as Tyler caresses her hair. After a few moments, Shawn returns with the medic. Tyler stands up and moves out of the way as the medic checks on his sister. Tyler is circling around as the medic is now loading Tylene on a stretcher. The medic is now wheeling Tylene out of the locker room as Tyler slumped on a steel chair. He then notices something that he didn’t noticed awhile ago. He walks to it as he has his back turned to the camera. The camera follows behind him as he crouched down and picks that “something” up. He cursed softly but still audible enough for the camera to capture…
Tyler: That son-of-a-bitch…
The camera circles Tyler to reveal that Tyler found a kendo stick lying to the floor inches away from the spot where Tylene was lying on. We can see the anger In Tyler’s eyes as he stares at the wooden weapon in his possession as Shawn Lester is speechless. He looks at the camera and begins to move. Shawn hesitatingly asks…
Shawn: W-where are you going?
Tyler looks at him with fiery eyes.
Tyler: To get ready… I want to be ringside during Ben Stevens’ match.
Tyler walks out of the locker room as Shawn Lester is left there looking confused as the scene begins to fade out.
Special Challenge Match:
Antonio Lopez vs James Silkk
James Silkk is standing in the ring-as Antonio Lopez slides in. His music fades out, and the crowd cheers loudly. Silkk, being a man of honor-offers a handshake to the debuting NCW Champion-Antonio ‘does the right thing’ and accepts the handshake, as the bell rings. The two lock up, and Lopez quickly powers Silkk to the corner-and drives his shoulders into his sternum. He delivers a pair of back elbows to the head of the Suicide Messiah. He smirks as he shoots Silkk into the far corner. He grabs the turnbuckle and pops over a running Lopez. He lands behind him-and quickly delivers a kick to the back of the head-knocking Lopez chest first into the corner.
Silkk follows up-by driving his knees into the spine of Antonio Lopez, and then pulling him down with a backstabber. He rolls Antonio over, and goes for a pin. Lopez powers out at two. Silkk picks him up-and delivers a hard uppercut, dazing the bigger star. He spring off the ropes-and comes back with a picture perfect dropkick-knocking Lopez into the ropes. Lopez gets to a knee as Silkk comes back with a stiff kick to the head-sending him reeling to the floor. He waits a second and dives over the top with a crossbody-but Antonio Lopez catches him, and hits him with a fallaway slam into the guardrail. He smirks as he grabs Silkk and slides him back into the ring. He makes a quick cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!
Antonio Lopez sighs and lifts up Silkk. He drops him with “Tear Soaked Corruption” as the crowd pops. He hooks the leg, and makes another pin attempt:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
The bell rings as Lopez holds his hands high. The former NCW Champion has just beat one of the mainstays of Pro Wrestling X.
Winner: Antonio Lopez
All Out War
John Pariah / JPO / Terrell Odom vs Danny Szatkowski / Mikey Jones / Ben Stevens
The Legion are standing in the ring, as the crowd is booing heavily. The camera pans across Danny Szatkowski, Ben Stevens and Mikey Jones-who are all waiting for their opponents to get to the ring. “Epic” by Faith No More begins to fade out. Alexis announces to the fans, that this match would be an All Out War match, and there would be no dqs, no count outs, and no holds barred!
Crowd: Fuck The Legion *clap clap clapclapclap* Fuck The Legion
Suddenly, “Rush RMX” hits the PA System. Jason Parker Olesen comes out onto the stage. His wrestling attire consists of a pair of warm up pants, and a black wifebeater.Terrell Odom and John Pariah step out onto the stage, and line up on either side of the Executive Producer. Odom and Pariah exchange distrusting glances-as the three sprint down to the ring and slide in. The bell rings as the brawl begins. JPO and Mikey Jones exchange blows, while Odom and Stevens go head to head. Odom knocks Stevens over the top rope with a lariat-as the crowd pops. Pariah throws Danny to the floor-as all three men focus on the leech that is Mikey Jones.
All three men smirk, as Lillith Morgan runs down the ramp, and sets a table up at ringside. Jones get to his feet-and realizes that he’s in the Lions Den so to speak. Odom grabs Jones-and hits the “Eazy Duz It” as the crowd pops loudly. He lifts up Mikey Jones-and hands him to JPO, who locks in a full nelson. He lifts Jones up-and turns him around into a diamond cutter-as the crowd EXPLODES.
Chris: That used to be Pariah’s move…Real Time Inertia!
Pariah lifts him up-and smirks as he lifts Jones onto his shoulders-and hits the GTS. He quickly follows it up with the Anaconda Vice as the crowd pops loudly. Right before Mikey Jones taps out-Devon “DG” Poole hops the railing-and pulls the ref out. Mikey Jones taps out-but there is no ref to make it official. Pariah lets go-as Odom argues over the ropes with DG. Danny and Stevens slide back in-and crack Pariah and JPO with kendo sticks, before throwing Odom over the top rope. DG begins putting the boots to Odom on the floor. Danny and Stevens begin brawling with Pariah and JPO. Stevens forces JPO into the corner-and begins to delivers a series of shots to the corner. He mounts to the middle rope, and rains down ten hard shots to the head, before dropping him with a bulldog out of the corner.
On the other side of the ring-Danny shoots Pariah into the corner, and Danny delivers a hard lariat to follow up. After that-he quickly drops Pariah face first out of the corner with a flatliner. He smirks and locks a rear chinlock on Pariah, as DG is putting the boots to Terrell Odom on the floor. He lifts him up-and smashes him face first into the apron-and then leg sweeps him into the railing.
Ricky: The ref has lost total control!
Chris: We’re going to have a damn riot on our hands!
In the ring, Ben Stevens lifts up JPO, and hits the ONK. The crowd boo’s as he goes for a cover. The ref shrugs and counts the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---once again, the ref is pulled out of the ring, this time by “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves! The crowd pops loudly as Graves slides into the ring with a kendo stick-and bashes it across the back of Ben Stevens head. He continues the assault for a solid minute until the stick is broke in half. He grabs both halfs-and then continues the assault, alternating halves until they are rendered unusable.
Graves: How do you like it motherfucker? How do you fucking like it?!
Graves puts the boots to Stevens, and grabs another kendo stick laying on the mat. He sets Stevens up for a camel clutch-and chokes Stevens with the stick. JPO gets to his knees, and makes eye contact with Graves.
Graves: Count me in Sunday Jason. Count me in!
Graves throws Stevens to the floor as a loud PWX chant breaks out. JPO gets to his feet-as Mikey Jones gets to his. JPO spears Jones. The crowd pops as he rolls Mikey Jones up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
The bell rings loudly as “Rush RMX” hits the PA.
Winners: John Pariah, Jason Parker Olesen & Terrell Odom
It’s quickly turned off as John Pariah delivers a hard buckle bomb to Danny in the corner. He turns around, and delivers a hard lariat in the corner. Danny crawls out onto the apron as the bell continues to ring. Pariah smirks and steps out onto the apron with him-pointing to the table below.
On the other side of the ring, DG and Terrell Odom are brawling up the ramp. Ben Stevens gets up-and tries to help DG out-but is cut off by Graves with a kick to the spine. Odom and Graves work together, and hit Stevens with a double suplex on the steel stage. They get up-and shake hands as they put the boots to DG. They go to throw DG off the apron, until Wild-Dog shows up with a steel chair, smashing it into the ribs of Odom, and then bashing Graves in the skull with it. Wild-Dog smirks as we cut back to the ring.
On the apron, Danny and Pariah exchange blows on the apron-before Pariah throws a knee. He lifts Danny onto his shoulders, and yells out “PSYCHO FUCKING DRIVER!” before jumping off the apron, and driving Danny through the table head first with a Psycho Driver. The crowd begins a loud “HOLY SHIT” chant as the crowd yells for the spot.
On the stage, Odom battles back against Wild-Dog, as he drops him with an STO onto the stage. Suddenly, Antonio Lopez’s music hits the PA system, and he steps out onto the stage in street clothes, holding a lead pipe. DG lowblows Odom, and holds him up-telling Lopez to finish him off and go after Pariah. Lopez smirks-as he goes to hit Odom in the head with it, but suddenly without warning he bashes Wild-Dog in the skull with the pipe. DG is livid as he drops Odom, and takes a lead pipe to the gut. Lopez DDT’s him on the stage, and smirks as he and Odom head down to the ramp to the ring. Mikey Jones tries to stop them-but Lopez cracks him in the ribs as well. They slide into the ring, as JPO and Graves roll back into the ring. Pariah rolls to a knee, and see’s Odom and Lopez standing in the ring. He chuckles maniacally as JPO helps him up. The NCW Contingent huddles at ring side-as Pariah grabs a mic.
Pariah: PWX will NEVER SAY DIE!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX!
Pariah: You see this right here? This is Pro Wrestling X. This is the past…the present..and the future of this company. At Never Say Die, I will end you career Danny, I will make you bleed, I will make you suffer, and I will choke you out…just like that!
Pariah hands the mic to JPO, who smirks.
JPO: Devon? I’d like to introduce you to your opponents at Never Say Die. Terrell Odom. Tyler Graves, and Antonio Lopez. Also, at Never Say Die-in both the six man tag, and the Fight Without Honor Matches-if you are not officially booked in the match-then you are BANNED FROM RINGSIDE! There will be no more riots in my damn company! Never Say Die, will be the DEATH of NCW. As my brother would say..this isn’t a debate. This is a motherfucking WAR!
[“Rush RMX” hits the PA system again, as Graves, Odom, Lopez, Pariah and JPO hold up their arms.]
Chris: The army has been formed.
Ricky: Antonio Lopez has joined PWX? OH MY GOD!
Chris: For Ricky Cravate, I’m Chris Caudill-and we’ll see you on Sunday for NEVER SAY DIE!!!
[Fade to black]
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“All Out War”
Monday, October 12th 2009
Special Exhibition Match:
Tyler Graves vs Jackson
The show kicks off with Tyler Graves and Brad Jackson butting heads. The two lock up, and Jackson powers Graves into the corner-delivering a series of hard shots. Graves tries to battle back, with a pair of knees, but Jackson drives an elbow into his head, and stops any momentum Graves may have been building. He shoots him across the ring, and follows it up with an attempted spear in the corner. Graves gets his legs up, and captures Jackson-floating over the ropes and locking him in a tarantula submission. The ref counts to four and orders Tyler to break the hold. He drops to the apron-as Jackson stumbles forward. Graves springs off the ropes, and knocks the former World Champion down with a lariat. He quickly goes for the cover, but Jackson kicks out before the count of three. Graves sits him up-and delivers an offensive flurry of MMA elbow strikes to the head. The ref orders the hold to be broken, and Graves lets go, arguing with the ref in the process. Jackson climbs to his feet-and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Tyler Graves. He delivers a pair of boots, and then drops a knee across the back of his head. He rolls Graves over into the cover, but Graves kicks out before the two count. Jackson picks him up-and drops him with a stalling vertical suplex. He hooks the leg, and goes for another cover, as he looks up the ramp and see’s Ness walking down applauding. He gets up-before the ref can get a two count out. He begins arguing over the ropes with Ness, who is now at ringside. This allows Tyler Graves time to get up-and turn Jackson around-hitting him with “That’s All She Wrote”. He rolls Jackson up, and the ref makes the count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
The bell rings as Graves rolls out of the ring-and runs up the ramp. Almost as shocked as the crowd is that he picked off the former World Champion, Jackson.
Winner: Tyler Graves
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Ness slides into the ring, trash talking Jackson-who is fighting to his feet. The two argue, and begin to exchange blows. Security comes, and pulls them apart.
Special Exhibition Match:
Ness vs Valencio
Suddenly, Valencio runs down the ramp-and hits Ness with a backbreaker. The ref shrugs, calling for the bell as Val makes a quick pin attempt. Ness powers out at two, as security escort Jackson up the ramp.
Val picks up Ness, and delivers a pair of shots, before shooting him off into the ropes, and hitting a drop toe hold. He floats over, and locks in a front face lock on the Number One Contender. Ness powers to his feet, and lifts Val up-dropping him on his head with a reverse piledriver. Ness hooks the leg:
ONE
TWO
THRE—KICKOUT!
Ness sighs and lifts him up-shooting him into the corner. He comes back-driving a knee into the face of his opponent, before dropping them with a bulldog. He gets up, and drops an elbow across the back of his head. He rolls Val over, and gets another two count as the crowd boos. A small “Let’s Go Val” chant springs up, and Ness lifts him up-and delivers a chop, and a knee to the ribs. He drops him with an inverted DDT-which only gets him another two count. He sighs-and lifts him up for a suplex. Val floats over, and lands on his feet-rolling up Ness with a school boy:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Ness is able to power out. Both men get to their feet, as Valencio throws a hard clothesline. Ness ducks-and goes for a neckbreaker. Val turns around, and Ness catches him-lifting him up and dropping him with a burning hammer. He rolls Val into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---Val gets his foot on the ropes. Ness is in shock as he picks him up-and drops him with a double arm DDT. He begins to reign down punches and shots to the head. Valencio again puts his foot under the bottom rope-and the ref orders Ness to break the hold. Ness goes ballistic, and just starts delivering a series of MMA elbows to the back of Val’s head. The ref counts to five, and Ness refuses to break the hold-and stop punishing the masked man. The ref calls for the bell, disqualifying Ness. It doesn’t seem to phase him, as he continues the assault. Security eventually comes back out-and pulls Ness off of Valencio.
Ness: Jackson, that’s a message for you. Sunday Night, you’re mine!
The bell continues to ring as EMTs check on Valencio. Ness holds his arms up-seemingly in victory. We fade out on Ness making a title motion around his waist-yelling at Jackson.
Winner: Valencio via DQ
Earlier Today
It's still day time outside as Jake Reed walks into the shot he spits out a piece of gum and swats it away like Curt Henning used to do. He stops and turns to the camera. Jake is in a Affliction shirt and black jeans wearing his leather jacket open. Shawn Lester walks up to him holding a microphone.
Shawn: Jake do you have time for an interview?
Jake: Yeah sure.
Shawn: Jake the last time we saw you there was an awful lot of pressure you were putting yourself. Now you have had some time to rethink have you changed your mind?
Jake rubs his hands in anticipation of answering.
Jake: Not a chance! I happened to hear what Brian Hollywood had to say about me. And that is why I am going to win tonight to silence anyone saying no wait criticizing "he's only had one match or he's in over his head." Because I'm not in over anything. This match tonight is where Jake Reed shows he belongs.
And when I get the win tonight my name becomes the favorite to take the Hybrid title.
Jake pumps his fist showing how excited he is.
Shawn: Now Jake after you left the bartender at the pub make an interesting statement of "If he loses on Monday you don't want to be around him come Sunday." What exactley did he mean?
Jake light pats Shanw on the shoulder and laughs to himself. As he just walks off.
Shawn: Jake wait...
Jake stops and turns around.
Jake: Just hope I don't lose and if I do look out.
Critical.Battle.Art. Challenge:
Cal Roberts vs Sentai
We return with Cal Roberts making his way to the ring. Sentai is already standing in the ring, ready to go. Cal smirks as he slides in-and offers a handshake to the Tokasetsu Warrior. He gingerly accepts-only to get a forearm to the face by Cal. The bell rings, and Roberts quickly snaps off an over head belly to belly suplex. He follows up with a hard kick to the face-knocking Sentai into the ropes. He lifts him up- and drops him with a burning hammer as the crowd boo’s. He then locks in a katihajimae submission, and chokes out Sentai. The bell rings as Cal let’s go, and has his hand raised in victory.
Winner: Cal Roberts (Submission)
After a moment of soaking in his victory. He looks at the ref, and hits him from behind. He executes a Belly To Belly suplex, and rips the PWX shirt off the official. He then chokes him out also. He follows up by ripping the shirt to shreds, and gets face to face with the camera yelling “PIECE BY PIECE!” before he storms out of the ring and up the ramp.
We open up from commercial.. camera concentrated in on the lacing of Chuck Taylor sneakers tightened to a grip below a baggy set of khaki pants.. slightly recieving the hint of who it could be - the camera running slowly up the stout figure, as he brings his hands upward across his lap. Beside the individual stands lustrous legs.. leaned against the cold steel locker that sits audible behind them.. the camera slithers its way upward once more to reveal the knelt over character..
Terrell Odom..
The crowd gets view - a loud cheer coming forth. The thoughts run deep in his head, expectedly. His eyes stare into the pattern across the floor, knowing his first match in two years is next to come forth. Standing beside him, Olivia Fox - rubbing her hand slowly into his broad back. He brings one hand upward, abrading at his goatee.. Olivia breaking the silence in the room as she softly speaks..
Olivia Fox : It's about that time...
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. It's been too long. I just hope...
His eyes ponder upward.. to the lights, the thought of what words he wanted to say..
Terrell Odom: I hope I can trust John tonight - as much as he's concerned about me being a thorn in his side, I wonder twice as much of what he could do to me..
Olivia sways her hair back, taking a seat beside Odom on the bench where he sat eager.. his arm wandering back to his knee.
Olivia Fox : ... Don't let it bother you . He has too much on his mind right now to even consider starting something with you..
Terrell Odom : Nah.. you don't know him like that though.. this is the same guy that would not relent on sticking his nose in my business the last time around.
Olivia Fox : He needs your help more than anything tonight.. let it slide off your back, baby..
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I..
*Knick* *Knick* *Knick*
Before he can get another word off - a slight knock comes from his door..
Terrell Odom : "It's open!"
Terrell fires off from his chest.. the "click" from the opening - coming forth is the one and only.. John Pariah. Terrell arises, chin up as he stands slightly over John - lit up with adrenaline, grimaces a look of fire in his eyes..
Terrell Odom : ... Im hoping you aren't here to gri...
John Pariah : Shut up, Terrell..
Terrell looks stunned that John had even the thought of saying such a thing towards him - moving a little closer in on John - proclaiming himself now as "God's Last Gift", his brows flaring to down to the socket of his eyes...
John Pariah : The thought just entered me... why the hell are you back in Pro Wrestling X... ? Really.. why did you come back?
Terrell Odom : Heh.. heh.. heh.. why... did I... come back...?
Terrell inches a little closer to John - whom is staring Terrell completely in the eyes, a deep.. serious appearance marked over his face .. without a blink of the eye.
Terrell Odom : John.. perhaps maybe you can answer that question.. can't you? ... After all.. you seemed to start the mess that I am supposed to be a "janitor" for now..
John Pariah : What the hell is that supposed to mean.. You - you seriously think I am going to believe you are here to help Pro Wrestling X? Thats fucking bullshit and you know it!
Terrell Odom : Well if you don't believe me.. then I guess you don't need my fucking help then do you .. John? You are so high - on - the hog that you can just go out there and handle three men on your own?
John Pariah : ... I honestly never wanted help from you.. you are just here to try and kill Pro Wrestling X quicker than what it would die off to if you weren't here...
Terrell pauses.. looking a little awkward at John - he backs away from him, shaking his head with a snicker. He reaches forth to a bottle of Colt 45 that sits cold on a break - table beside the shower door.. sipping away on the quarter that is left before carrying on..
Terrell Odom : .... thats fucking hilarious.. you came here to tell me that?
John looks a little suprised.. in a slight pause as if he expected Terrell to come with a full load of defense, instead to have his words blown off from Terrell. He... again, walks toward John.
Terrell Odom : Look John... tonight.. it's on me - we go out there, handle Danny Shitowski.. Benny Stevens.. and that little scientologist guy.. and we're done! You will no longer have to worry about me coming around, and getting in your shit.. Terrell Odom is here, just to be here...
John Pariah : * In a whisper * - Bullshiiiit... it's just Bullshiiii...
Terrell Odom : John... John.. let's just go out there and kick some ass tonight.. get a drink afterwards.. ev-ery-thing will be alright..
John looks up at Terrell.. nodding his head, though with a look of despair still crossing his grisly appearance...
John Pariah : ... *nod* Okay... but if you even come close to fucking with me, or Jason.. I will have your ass in a body bag..
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I know John... let's get em tonight..
Pariah walks towards the door.. going out of view - hearing the word "Fucker..." quietly leaving mouth...
Olivia rises from off the bench, spectating the little amount of drama that occured.. resting her head on the shoulder of Odom.. as their eyes wander at the door..
Olivia Fox : That guy is so fucking crazy...
Terrell Odom : Yeah.. I tried to tell him to buy a some weed from me.. told him he would be less of an asshole...
Olivia Fox : *laughing* You serious?
Terrell Odom : Hell yeah I am! And look at John now... *he sighs* Well.. come on.. let's go..
Terrell takes Olivia's hand.. approaching towards the door as we cut..
Ultimate Survival Qualifier – Extreme Rules:
Wild vs Wild-Dog
The scene returns-with Wild-Dog standing in the interview area. Shawn Lester is about to interview him-but Wild comes from behind, and nails him from behind with a stop sign. The camera cuts to the ring-where the ref shrugs and calls for the bell. He runs up the ramp-and meets the two backstage-as they’re brawling all around the interview area. Wild throws Dog into one of the stands-knocking it down. He grabs a metal chair and goes to wrap it around Wild Dogs skull. He comes back with a few shots of his own-forcing the Hardcore King to drop the chair. He grabs it-and throws it in Wild’s face as the crowd boos. He grabs him-and drags him down the hall into the concession stand area. He drops him on the table-and grabs a chair. He uses it to choke Wild on the table-trying to force any fight out of him. He climbs up onto a nearby production box, putting him about 12 feet off the ground. He leaps off with the chair in hand-and crashes into Wild-who crashes through the table onto the concrete below. Wild Dog rolls off-clenching his ribs as the ref checks on both men. Wild begins to stir-asking fans to help him up. Wild Dog as well gets to his feet after a moment. Dog comes at him-but Wild grabs a cup of Coke-and bashes it into Wild Dogs face as he comes running. The crowd chuckles as he grabs Wild Dog, and hits him with the Suicide Drop onto the concrete. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The ref calls for the bell, and the match is over. Wild has advanced to Never Say Die, and championship aspirations.
Winner:Wild
["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system and the building can be heard covered in boos. Brian Hollywood comes out from the back and just looks at the crowd for a bit. He simply smiles as he makes his way to the ring. He gets in the ring and begins examining the crowd in all directions. Hollywood then walks over towards the ropes nearest the announcer's table and is handed a mic. He walks back over to the middle of the ring as he begins to speak.]
Hollywood: You parasites annoy the living hell outta me sometimes!
The crowd boos even louder at the remarks of Hollywood.
Ricky: Can you believe this guy? I'm so tired of hearing him week in and week out bitching about SOMETHING!
Chris: When was the last time he bitched? Because I don't remember him bitching about anything.
Hollywood: Let me tell you people something. I am the GREATEST Hybrid Competitor this business has ever seen! You may all disagree with me, which is why your all parasites because you don't see what's good business! You people are the kind of people that KILL off great people like me! Well let me tell you something, I won't go away simply because you people want me to! Your going to have to put up with me whether you like it or not! Your also going to have to deal with the fact that I will be your NEW PWX Hybrid Champion!
The crowd starts a "your an asshole" chant.
Ricky: The greatest thing about this company is the fans! They speak loudly for this business! They know how to call things as they see it!
Chris: Yes, that is true. However, I believe Hollywood is right. These people are about to see a new Hybrid Champion! I believe that man is standing in the ring right now!
Hollywood: That's right, say it! It only makes me better! It's one extra thing that motivates me to get my job done! What you people don't want is me champion! That only makes things easier for me as I give you people what you don't wanna see! Come time here soon tonight, I will give myself the boost I need going into Never Say Die! I will walk out of the Four Corner's Survival match the winner! I am the Ultimate Survival Opportunist and I know how these matches work! People like XDream say they know how to work in survival matches. Dream says he thrives on winning Survival matches. Well, how bout you prove that theory Dream. It just so happens when you put 2 survival experts against each other you get collateral damage! This match will be chaotic, it will be destructable and it will be only a little preview of what's to come this Sunday at Never Say Die!
Ricky: This guy is way over his head! He considers himself to be the ultimate survival opportunist?
Chris: Well, I think he is. The guy means business Ricky, and I believe he will do everything possible to win both matches.
Ricky: Ok, so the guy has been on a dominant streak lately. So what? Everyone loses sometimes.
Chris: Seeing this guy's momentum definately puts doubt in me that he will lose! This guy's been pretty smart, a win is only deserving for him.
Hollywood: You take guys like Jake Reed and Michael Wrecker who are just also in my way. But you two have never been in survival matches have you? It will be interesting to see just how long both of you will survive at Never Say Die! Hell, you both may not make it to Never Say Die! You gotta last through tonight first! Jake, you happen to be inserted into a match you don't really wanna be in right now. Your insertion in the match may cost you your career. In order to survive a Ultimate Survival match, you have to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you need to do to survive! Hell, this match is particularly more dangerous than any match in PWX! Why? Bc there can only be ONE survivor and to be that ONE survivor, you will do anything and everything you must to win! Whether that's beating your opponent to a bloody pulp, or beating the hell outta them with a weapon, beating them into a liveless entity...whatever! Which makes me so good at what I do!
Crowd boos heavily.
Hollywood: You people can deny that all you want! The truth...the evidence is monstrous! My experience in these matches are too great for anyone to stain! The Hybrid Championship is all about competition! Well, competition is what I thrive on! What's a better match then an Ultimate Survival match at Never Say Die for the Hybrid Championship? This is the perfect match from a competitor's point of view. Which is why I'm already thinking of the possibilities coming from that match. I'm already thinking about how I'm going to obtain my victory, and reclaim what's rightfully mine...the PWX Hybrid Championship!
Crowd starts a "you suck" chant.
Ricky: This guy thinks he has it all figured out!
Chris: That's because he does! He knows what he's going to do ahead of time before he even ever does it! That's pretty damn smart if you ask me!
Hollywood: So, as for tonight, it will just be another warm up for me. So Dream, Wrecker and Reed, bring your A games because if you don't you will just fall easier to me if you don't. Either way, a win is inevitable for me! You can bet I'm making that an Executive Promise!
"Perfect Insanity" reprises over the PA System as Hollywood just stands smiling in the ring.
Four Corner Survival Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Jake Reed vs Micheal Wrecker vs Xtreme Dream
All four men start the match off in the ring. Alexis reminds the fans that is a one fall to the finish match, unlike this Sunday-where we will see these four compete in an Elimination Bout. The bell rings-and Wrecker and Dream immediately go on the attack, exchanging blows and shots. Dream knocks Wrecker out to the floor-and yells to the crowd as he follows him out-and the two continue brawling on the outside.
Reed and Hollywood lock up in the ring, and Hollywood takes him over with an American arm drag. On the rebound-Reed rocks Hollywood with a shot of his own-sending the Executive reeling into the corner. Reed delivers a hard shot to the head of Brian Hollywood-and drags him out a few feet. He throws a hard knee, and drops Hollywood with The Nuke-sending him back first into the turnbuckle as the crowd pops. Jake Reed continues the assault-almost finding a new attitude over the past week. He stand Hollywood up in the corner-and goes for a running splash. Brian Hollywood gets the boot up though, and catches Jake Reed with a stiff shot to the face. Reed is dazed-as Hollywood comes out with a hard lariat. He makes the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Reed forces out, as Hollywood sighs. He picks him up and throws him to the floor. Out of nowhere, Micheal Wrecker slides in-chop blocking the knee of Brian Hollywood. The crowd jumps as Wrecker lifts up Hollywood-only to take him down again with a single leg take down-and a pair of kicks to the knee. He smirks as he throws Hollywood out to the floor. Dream slides in from behind-and delivers a hard clubbing blow to the back of Wreckers head.
The crowd continues their approval of the match, as Dream and Wrecker brawl in the ring. Dream shoots him into the ropes-and follows up with a Stinger Splash in the corner-followed by a bulldog right onto the mat. He pulls back on Wreckers head-locking in a hard submission hold. He lets go as the ref gets to four, and follows it up by kicking Wrecker in the back of the head. He lifts him up-and tries for a suplex. Wrecker lands on his feet behind him-and shoves Dream hard into the turnbuckle.
Suddenly, out of nowhere. Jack Reed slides in, and hits Wrecker with a school boy pin-rolling him up and trying to get the win:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings-as Wrecker kicks out immediately after the three. Reed slides out-and heads up the ramp-completely astonished as Alexis Lace announces his name. Hollywood gets up on the floor-holding the back of his head. He see’s the ref holding Reed’s hand up high-and is in total shock as the fans cheer loudly. He heads up the ramp as we fade out.
Winner: Jake Reed
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The scene fades to the New Dawn lockeroom. Pariah is sitting on the bench, taping his wrists up for his match later tonight. James Silkk is getting himself pumped up for his match-in just a few minutes.
Pariah: Big night ahead of you Jimmy.
Silkk: Think so?
Pariah: Lopez is no slouch. He’s a former NCW World Heavyweight Champion. He knows his stuff man.
Silkk: Yeah, but I can take him. I’ve beaten the best in this game.
Pariah: You haven’t beaten me.
Silkk: You want to go at it John?
[JPO walks into the room]
JPO: What the hell? Listen guys-we got bigger things to worry about than a fucking pissing contest with you two. Silkk, get out there-your match is next.
Silkk: Fine.
[Silkk and Lillith leave the room, as JPO sits down on a chair across from John-who is lacing his boots up for tonights main event war.]
Pariah: What do you want Jason?
JPO: I want to talk. Listen, I know you don’t trust Terrell-but don’t you trust me?
[Pariah sighs, looking at his brother.]
Pariah: You’ve made some pretty stupid business decisions in your time Jason. Sports Entertainment Inc ring a bell?
JPO: That was Ed Johnson’s idea…but hey, it got us attention in Projekt Xero, didn’t it?
Pariah: Whats your point?
JPO: Look, I know you two have a history, but this isn’t about that. It was over three years ago-it’s done with, dead and buried, at least according to Terrell. Can’t you just grow the fuck up and focus on PWX for a minute-instead of yourself and your damn New Dawn? Trust me, I have a surprise in store for tonight, that will make the Legion shit themselves.
[Pariah smirks, and gets up.]
Pariah: Are you ready for tonights main event?
JPO: Yeah, but you’re avoiding this ques…
Pariah: So am I. Tonight, Terrell and I will get along just fine. Sunday Night, he’s your problem. I don’t know who your mysterious third man for Never Say Die is, but I swear to god Jason, if it’s Shawn Hunt…I might be flipping sides.
[Before JPO can respond, Pariah grabs his NCW Pure Championship, and heads out the door.]
JPO: Damn it John…
Fade out
We head backstage where Shawn Lester is standing by with “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves. Tyler Graves is still in his ring gear as it was just moments ago when he had his match against “The Dark Horse” Brad Jackson. We can see Tyler panting but there is his face is nothing but serious.
Shawn: Alright we are standing next to “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves who managed to secure what probably the biggest win of his career when he pinned the former PWX World Champion Brad Jackson just moments ago.
Shawn turns to Graves.
Shawn: Tyler first of all, congratulations on your win tonight…
Tyler nods.
Shawn: How does it feels to win against a former and probably the next PWX World Heavyweight Champion here tonight in only your second match here in PWX?
Tyler scoops his hair up as he deep breath.
Tyler: How do I feel? I feel unsatisfied Shawn… You know why? Because I didn’t win on my own terms… Yes I pinned Jackson here tonight but it’s not the win I want to get… You see I am a man of principles… I am a man who takes pride of not crossing any lines just to get the W… And I HAVENT crossed any lines to get a W EVER!
Tyler pauses as he breath heavily.
Tyler: Not until tonight… You see with Ness’ interference in my match tonight, I feel like I cheated Jackson… I feel like I crossed the line… And I feel an intense disgust towards myself… So with that, I feel I’m obliged to give Brad Jackson a rematch… Yes you heard me… I’m not happy about my win tonight and I want to have another shot against Brad… It doesn’t matter when, it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter what match… I will be more than willing to step in the ring with Brad Jackson once again…
We suddenly heard a woman screaming from somewhere down the hall. Tyler and Shawn looks at each other as they both immediately recognized whose voice that was. And all of sudden, we can see the camera chasing down Shawn Lester and Tyler Graves as we navigate thru the long hallways that has the locker room of the PWX wrestlers and other on air talents. The chase stops at in front of one of the locker room doors. The label of the door says it all why Tyler hurriedly run towards this way. The locker room belonged to his sister Tylene Graves. The door is slightly ajar as we can see a ray of light coming from the inside. Tyler kicks the door open and as the camera pans around, we can see that the locker room is a mess. Tyler steps inside with Shawn Lester right behind him.
Shawn: What happened here?
Tyler did not answer as he was already busy navigating the whole locker room searching for his sister. The cameraman is just following Shawn Lester when suddenly we hear Tyler screaming.
Tyler: Tylene!
Shawn Lester and the cameraman quickly ran towards the direction where Tyler’s screaming is heard. We can see Tyler kneeling beside Tylene who is lying on the floor unconscious. Tylene is covered with bruises as her forehead is busted wide open. Shawn Lester stands besides Tyler who has the crimson-masked Tylene Graves in his arms.
Shawn: What… happened… to… her?
Tyler did not answer as there was a moment of silence in the room. Tyler breaks it as he shouts to Shawn.
Tyler: Why are you just standing there? GO GET ME SOME HELP!
Shawn quickly got on the move as the cameraman focuses the camera towards Tylene as Tyler caresses her hair. After a few moments, Shawn returns with the medic. Tyler stands up and moves out of the way as the medic checks on his sister. Tyler is circling around as the medic is now loading Tylene on a stretcher. The medic is now wheeling Tylene out of the locker room as Tyler slumped on a steel chair. He then notices something that he didn’t noticed awhile ago. He walks to it as he has his back turned to the camera. The camera follows behind him as he crouched down and picks that “something” up. He cursed softly but still audible enough for the camera to capture…
Tyler: That son-of-a-bitch…
The camera circles Tyler to reveal that Tyler found a kendo stick lying to the floor inches away from the spot where Tylene was lying on. We can see the anger In Tyler’s eyes as he stares at the wooden weapon in his possession as Shawn Lester is speechless. He looks at the camera and begins to move. Shawn hesitatingly asks…
Shawn: W-where are you going?
Tyler looks at him with fiery eyes.
Tyler: To get ready… I want to be ringside during Ben Stevens’ match.
Tyler walks out of the locker room as Shawn Lester is left there looking confused as the scene begins to fade out.
Special Challenge Match:
Antonio Lopez vs James Silkk
James Silkk is standing in the ring-as Antonio Lopez slides in. His music fades out, and the crowd cheers loudly. Silkk, being a man of honor-offers a handshake to the debuting NCW Champion-Antonio ‘does the right thing’ and accepts the handshake, as the bell rings. The two lock up, and Lopez quickly powers Silkk to the corner-and drives his shoulders into his sternum. He delivers a pair of back elbows to the head of the Suicide Messiah. He smirks as he shoots Silkk into the far corner. He grabs the turnbuckle and pops over a running Lopez. He lands behind him-and quickly delivers a kick to the back of the head-knocking Lopez chest first into the corner.
Silkk follows up-by driving his knees into the spine of Antonio Lopez, and then pulling him down with a backstabber. He rolls Antonio over, and goes for a pin. Lopez powers out at two. Silkk picks him up-and delivers a hard uppercut, dazing the bigger star. He spring off the ropes-and comes back with a picture perfect dropkick-knocking Lopez into the ropes. Lopez gets to a knee as Silkk comes back with a stiff kick to the head-sending him reeling to the floor. He waits a second and dives over the top with a crossbody-but Antonio Lopez catches him, and hits him with a fallaway slam into the guardrail. He smirks as he grabs Silkk and slides him back into the ring. He makes a quick cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!
Antonio Lopez sighs and lifts up Silkk. He drops him with “Tear Soaked Corruption” as the crowd pops. He hooks the leg, and makes another pin attempt:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
The bell rings as Lopez holds his hands high. The former NCW Champion has just beat one of the mainstays of Pro Wrestling X.
Winner: Antonio Lopez
All Out War
John Pariah / JPO / Terrell Odom vs Danny Szatkowski / Mikey Jones / Ben Stevens
The Legion are standing in the ring, as the crowd is booing heavily. The camera pans across Danny Szatkowski, Ben Stevens and Mikey Jones-who are all waiting for their opponents to get to the ring. “Epic” by Faith No More begins to fade out. Alexis announces to the fans, that this match would be an All Out War match, and there would be no dqs, no count outs, and no holds barred!
Crowd: Fuck The Legion *clap clap clapclapclap* Fuck The Legion
Suddenly, “Rush RMX” hits the PA System. Jason Parker Olesen comes out onto the stage. His wrestling attire consists of a pair of warm up pants, and a black wifebeater.Terrell Odom and John Pariah step out onto the stage, and line up on either side of the Executive Producer. Odom and Pariah exchange distrusting glances-as the three sprint down to the ring and slide in. The bell rings as the brawl begins. JPO and Mikey Jones exchange blows, while Odom and Stevens go head to head. Odom knocks Stevens over the top rope with a lariat-as the crowd pops. Pariah throws Danny to the floor-as all three men focus on the leech that is Mikey Jones.
All three men smirk, as Lillith Morgan runs down the ramp, and sets a table up at ringside. Jones get to his feet-and realizes that he’s in the Lions Den so to speak. Odom grabs Jones-and hits the “Eazy Duz It” as the crowd pops loudly. He lifts up Mikey Jones-and hands him to JPO, who locks in a full nelson. He lifts Jones up-and turns him around into a diamond cutter-as the crowd EXPLODES.
Chris: That used to be Pariah’s move…Real Time Inertia!
Pariah lifts him up-and smirks as he lifts Jones onto his shoulders-and hits the GTS. He quickly follows it up with the Anaconda Vice as the crowd pops loudly. Right before Mikey Jones taps out-Devon “DG” Poole hops the railing-and pulls the ref out. Mikey Jones taps out-but there is no ref to make it official. Pariah lets go-as Odom argues over the ropes with DG. Danny and Stevens slide back in-and crack Pariah and JPO with kendo sticks, before throwing Odom over the top rope. DG begins putting the boots to Odom on the floor. Danny and Stevens begin brawling with Pariah and JPO. Stevens forces JPO into the corner-and begins to delivers a series of shots to the corner. He mounts to the middle rope, and rains down ten hard shots to the head, before dropping him with a bulldog out of the corner.
On the other side of the ring-Danny shoots Pariah into the corner, and Danny delivers a hard lariat to follow up. After that-he quickly drops Pariah face first out of the corner with a flatliner. He smirks and locks a rear chinlock on Pariah, as DG is putting the boots to Terrell Odom on the floor. He lifts him up-and smashes him face first into the apron-and then leg sweeps him into the railing.
Ricky: The ref has lost total control!
Chris: We’re going to have a damn riot on our hands!
In the ring, Ben Stevens lifts up JPO, and hits the ONK. The crowd boo’s as he goes for a cover. The ref shrugs and counts the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---once again, the ref is pulled out of the ring, this time by “The American Buzzsaw” Tyler Graves! The crowd pops loudly as Graves slides into the ring with a kendo stick-and bashes it across the back of Ben Stevens head. He continues the assault for a solid minute until the stick is broke in half. He grabs both halfs-and then continues the assault, alternating halves until they are rendered unusable.
Graves: How do you like it motherfucker? How do you fucking like it?!
Graves puts the boots to Stevens, and grabs another kendo stick laying on the mat. He sets Stevens up for a camel clutch-and chokes Stevens with the stick. JPO gets to his knees, and makes eye contact with Graves.
Graves: Count me in Sunday Jason. Count me in!
Graves throws Stevens to the floor as a loud PWX chant breaks out. JPO gets to his feet-as Mikey Jones gets to his. JPO spears Jones. The crowd pops as he rolls Mikey Jones up for the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
The bell rings loudly as “Rush RMX” hits the PA.
Winners: John Pariah, Jason Parker Olesen & Terrell Odom
It’s quickly turned off as John Pariah delivers a hard buckle bomb to Danny in the corner. He turns around, and delivers a hard lariat in the corner. Danny crawls out onto the apron as the bell continues to ring. Pariah smirks and steps out onto the apron with him-pointing to the table below.
On the other side of the ring, DG and Terrell Odom are brawling up the ramp. Ben Stevens gets up-and tries to help DG out-but is cut off by Graves with a kick to the spine. Odom and Graves work together, and hit Stevens with a double suplex on the steel stage. They get up-and shake hands as they put the boots to DG. They go to throw DG off the apron, until Wild-Dog shows up with a steel chair, smashing it into the ribs of Odom, and then bashing Graves in the skull with it. Wild-Dog smirks as we cut back to the ring.
On the apron, Danny and Pariah exchange blows on the apron-before Pariah throws a knee. He lifts Danny onto his shoulders, and yells out “PSYCHO FUCKING DRIVER!” before jumping off the apron, and driving Danny through the table head first with a Psycho Driver. The crowd begins a loud “HOLY SHIT” chant as the crowd yells for the spot.
On the stage, Odom battles back against Wild-Dog, as he drops him with an STO onto the stage. Suddenly, Antonio Lopez’s music hits the PA system, and he steps out onto the stage in street clothes, holding a lead pipe. DG lowblows Odom, and holds him up-telling Lopez to finish him off and go after Pariah. Lopez smirks-as he goes to hit Odom in the head with it, but suddenly without warning he bashes Wild-Dog in the skull with the pipe. DG is livid as he drops Odom, and takes a lead pipe to the gut. Lopez DDT’s him on the stage, and smirks as he and Odom head down to the ramp to the ring. Mikey Jones tries to stop them-but Lopez cracks him in the ribs as well. They slide into the ring, as JPO and Graves roll back into the ring. Pariah rolls to a knee, and see’s Odom and Lopez standing in the ring. He chuckles maniacally as JPO helps him up. The NCW Contingent huddles at ring side-as Pariah grabs a mic.
Pariah: PWX will NEVER SAY DIE!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX!
Pariah: You see this right here? This is Pro Wrestling X. This is the past…the present..and the future of this company. At Never Say Die, I will end you career Danny, I will make you bleed, I will make you suffer, and I will choke you out…just like that!
Pariah hands the mic to JPO, who smirks.
JPO: Devon? I’d like to introduce you to your opponents at Never Say Die. Terrell Odom. Tyler Graves, and Antonio Lopez. Also, at Never Say Die-in both the six man tag, and the Fight Without Honor Matches-if you are not officially booked in the match-then you are BANNED FROM RINGSIDE! There will be no more riots in my damn company! Never Say Die, will be the DEATH of NCW. As my brother would say..this isn’t a debate. This is a motherfucking WAR!
[“Rush RMX” hits the PA system again, as Graves, Odom, Lopez, Pariah and JPO hold up their arms.]
Chris: The army has been formed.
Ricky: Antonio Lopez has joined PWX? OH MY GOD!
Chris: For Ricky Cravate, I’m Chris Caudill-and we’ll see you on Sunday for NEVER SAY DIE!!!
[Fade to black]
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