Post by Darin Zion on Apr 5, 2014 15:31:34 GMT -5
Adrenaline 7
Monday, October 26th 2009
“The Fallout Begins”
The Champ Speaks
We return to the area floor, where the anxious crowd is waiting for the next match to start. However, "Terra in Black" plays to a thunderous ovation as Ness stands on the ramp way, the PWX championship strewn across his shoulder. He nods, liking the reaction he's getting as he makes his way toward the ring. He grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and then holds the championship high in the air for all to see as he smiles, holding that stance for a few seconds before slinging it back on his shoulder.
N: Thank you...you don't know how much this means to me.
The crowd continues their applause and a "Ness" chant starts to break out as he continues speaking.
N: Now that I've finally been able to capture the PWX championship...it's downright surreal. I never expected to walk out of Never Say Die the champion, but yet here I am. And I'm not the only one who had doubts- everyone I have talked to since winning the championship has said that they couldn't believe that I could beat someone like Jackson, especially with the concussion I received at the hands of him several weeks ago. Well, I knew I was going to get one shot at the title, and it was either do or die for me...and I chose the former. And it turned out to be a fantastic choice for me...after all; it resulted in me coming out with this championship...
He holds the championship high in the air, the crowd eastic as he sets it back down.
N: So now that I've captured this championship, the question now is...where does it go from here. Well, like any champion should, I will be defending this championship against anyone and everyone. If Jackson feels that he deserves another shot at the championship, then all he has to do is come to me and request it. And there are tons of other people on this roster I'd like to face...Cal Roberts is one of those people, obviously. And people like Tyler Graves, Terrell Odom, even John Pariah...if they want a shot, then they got it. Because apparently, even though I'm now the champion, I still have my skeptics...I still have the doubters that have plagued me since I arrived in PWX all those years ago. And it annoys me, sure. But at the same time...it drives me to accomplish even more. I've made it to the top, but now I got to fight in order to stay up there...
He pauses for a moment, reflecting on the past as he shakes his head.
N: You see...I'm glad that I was able to make it to the top my way. I didn't need to conform to the sports entertainment type mold in order to get this championship. I didn't need to get my look over, and I didn't need to have some witty saying or attack someone from the back to get it. I did it my way by earning it. Now I plan on getting everyone in that locker room's respect, and I'm not going to stop until I do...because I've done everything my way, and just because I've accomplished my goal, doesn't mean that the road is over. There's still such a long way to go in my career...and I'm ready for the ride.
"Terra in Black" reprises again as Ness exits the ring. He slaps the hands of a few fans as he heads up the ramp way, holding the championship high in the air one more time before exiting to the back.
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NG Title Tournament – B Block Match
Valencio vs Wild-Dog
The two rising stars square off in the ring. Valencio offers a handshake-but Wild Dog knocks him into the ropes with a hard shot. The two exchange blows as WD shoots Val across the ring-and hits him with a hard lariat. Val gets back up-only to be knocked back down again with a second hard lariat. WD drops a knee across his masked face, and goes for a pin:
ONE
TWO—KICKOUT!
WD lifts him up, and shoots him into the corner. He goes for a running splash, but Valencio gets the boot up and drives it into Wild Dog’s face. He hops up onto the middle rope-and jumps off with a flying forearm smash-knocking WD off his feet. He goes for a quick pin, and WD kicks out before the count of two. Val picks him up-and springs off the ropes with an asai moonsault-crashing into the bigger opponent. He quickly follows up with a knee drop to the face, and a second lionsault off the ropes. He hooks Wild Dog’s legs and goes for the pin:
ONE
TWO
THR---KICKOUT!
He sits Wild Dog up-and hits the element of surprise as the crowd pops loudly. He covers him again:
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as Valencio holds his hands in victory.
Chris: First he gets a win over Ness..now Wild Dog.
Ricky: There’s something strangely familiar about him..
Chris: All I can say, is he is now advanced to the Semi Finals of the NG Title Tournament, he will face the winner of Jake Reed and Brian Hollywood later tonight!
Winner: Valencio
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(Cutting to the back, we see X-Treme Dream walking down the hallway of the Arena. He comes up to the office of JPO and knocks on the door.)
JPO : Come in.
(Dream abides and opens up the door. As soon as JPO spots who it is, he sports a huge grin on his face.)
JPO : I’m glad you came by Mr. Dream. You have got a huge match in store for you tonight, and I am expecting you to represent the PWX with pride and honor.
(Dream just smirks.)
Dream : I am going to do more than just represent the PWX, I will do my best to send Devon Poole running out of the ring with his tail between his legs. I would love nothing more than to advance in the tournament and become the new Next Generation champion.
JPO: Good, but this is about more than the gold. I do not trust ‘The Legion’.
Dream: Neither do I, and I honestly don’t expect DG to fight alone. Rats travel in packs.
(JPO snickers.)
JPO: So can I depend on you to take out some of the NCW ‘trash’?
Dream: I will do my best.
JPO: I knew you’d come in handy.
Dream: Hey, don’t think I am beating DG just for you.
JPO: Of course not!
Dream: Poole just happened to be the unlucky one that got chosen to fight me. After losing to Wild at ‘Never Say Die’, anyone that has anything to do with NCW has a bullseye on their head.
JPO: That is what I like to hear! You keep that attitude when you walk down to that ring, and well, you just might shut that Devon Poole up for good. He won’t want to show his face in the PWX again.
Dream: I have got a lot to prove out their in front of the PWX fans. They all believe that after that brutal lost to Wild, I would fold under any sort of pressure. That was two losses in a row, that brings a man down. Makes him ready to hide in the back instead of coming out there to the ring. But, the losses are in the past.
JPO: That is the attitude to have Dream. But go ahead and be on your way, I have got some more business to take care of. Good luck tonight. Don’t let me down.
Dream: Will do sir, thanks for the opportunity to fight for the title.
(Dream turns around and rolls his eyes and walks out of JPO’s office. Before he heads back toward his locker room, he stops in front of the camera.)
Dream: Devon, this match is more than just taking out the NCW ‘trash’. Oh yeah, despite what JPO said…this match is more than just proving that PWX is a stronger community of athletes. No, this match is about my pride! You told me to go back to the backyard and be a main event wrestler instead of trying to do so here in the PWX. Well, why don’t you just eat them words? How about when I walk down there tonight I stick your foot in your mouth! Because you may think you are just stepping into the ring with a hardcore, wild brawler…but I am capable of a whole lot more and you will witness that tonight.
(Dream starts to laugh.)
Dream: No remorse Poole, remember that! Bring out all of the trash talking you want to, but your time is up. I am going to destroy you tonight, and move on in the tournament. I will prove that those two losses were in the past, and I have gold in my future!
(He raises his arms above his head into an ‘X’. He grins that diabolical grin and walks away from the camera as we cut back to the ring.)
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Jackson Speaks
Darkness fills the screen, accompanied by the low and rhythmic throb of what at first seems to be a muted bassline, and then is revealed to be the sound of the rotating fan blades of the arena's air conditioning system. The tell-tale glow of a cigarette bobs in the gloom, flaring brighter to reveal a familiar face as Jackson drags the last lungful of smoke in before emerging from the shadows.
Jackson: Live the moment, breathe the moment... fuck.
He shakes his head, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. The eyes blink. Just once. Crow's feet at the corners, bracketed by dark brows, they are still and focused.
Jackson: Empty talk. Just a sorry bunch of bullshit to inspire. This long in the business, you have to have your little tricks. Little mental games you play with yourself.
He laughs, the sound bitter.
Jackson: Control is a good thing to have in this moment, but it's not something that was drilled into me through conditioning. It's something instinctual. That whipped dog mentality. You beat me enough, I learn to expect it. I adapt, and I get stronger. It doesn't hurt anymore. Anger helps. Yeah, I'm angry. I BURN. Like a fucking candle.
He grins, shrugging his shoulders.
Jackson: I've become a walking disease. Cancer. Eating away at my marrow. This moral center is eroding, and I barely give two shits. Let them hate. That's what they do best, really. I take all the crap. Take the flack from you ignorant fucks. Why did I do it? Why am I here? What's my agenda now that I've been exposed as a goddamn fraud? Heh, you'd like to know, wouldn't you? As if it wasn't already obvious. I'm here to break things. Faces. Records. Misconceptions. You get it yet?
The grin widens, almost a snarl now as he stares forward, his face half cloaked in shadows.
Jackson: Heh. Puzzle it out yourself. You know you will regardless. Suits me fine, really. Let them wrap their fucking heads around the fact that I'm still here. I lost at Never Say Die, and I'm still here. Been more than a few weeks since the place reopened... and I'm still here. That's got to say something for endurance. Got to spell my commitment. See, I like it. This is where I belong. Scratching and clawing my way to the top of the heap, one broken body at a time. So, you ready for a little war, Ness? You ready to defend that belt with all the tenacity, heart and passion you claim to have? You'd better be, because like it or not, your win was a goddamn fluke. I stand by my words. You don't deserve to be champion. You never have, you usurping little turd.
He cracks his knuckles slowly, the threat clear in the motions.
Jackson: Keep it warm, Ness. Hold it close as long as you can, because the clock's already ticking. I'm coming for what's mine.
Without a further word, Jackson vanishes back into the gloom, leaving behind nothing but that throbbing silence.
An Executive Message
Message Forwarded From Brian Hollywood
[Backstage we seen Shawn Lester just sitting outside Mr. Executive Brian Hollywood's locker room. He is seen in no hesitation about bugging Mr. Hollywood. He can be seen with his microphone in his hands just resting on his lap. Shawn simply just waits for Hollywood to walk out of his locker room. Then, the doors to Hollywood's locker room fly open and out walks Mr. Hollywood. The crowd starts booing loudly as Hollywood then looks over and sees Shawn standing up which puts a surprisingly look on Hollywood's face. Shawn fully approaches Hollywood and begins to speak.]
Shawn Lester: Mr Hollywood, what are your thoughts about this Next Generation Championship tournament your in and you facing Jake Reed in the first round of it?
Hollywood just looks at Shawn with a befuddled look on his face.
Shawn: Mr Hollywood?...Mr. Holly...
Hollywood finally interrupts Shawn.
Hollywood: Yes, I heard you the first time Shawn! But then again, I felt like interrupting you so I did.
Crowd erupts in boos as Hollywood just stands and laughs at Shawn.
Hollywood: I do find it particularly creepy why I walk out of my locker room and find you waiting for me to come out of it. I mean, I just don't get it! I mean, once again we have learned something new about you Shawn! We found out over the last few weeks that your annoying as hell! Then tonight we find out that not only are you annoying as hell, but your also a creepy ass son of a bitch! What do you have to say for yourself about this?!
Shawn just looks at Hollywood and shakes his head slowly. He then shrugs his shoulders and starts repeating the question to Hollywood.
Shawn: What do you think of the...
Hollywood once again interrupts Shawn.
Hollywood: What, do you think I'm stupid and deaf Shawn?!
Crowd starts an asshole chant towards Hollywood.
Hollywood: Once again, I heard the question the first time Shawn. Let me just start off by saying that I'm already convinced that this tournament is mine! We all saw the results of Never Say Die and let me say that while I'm clearly not impressed with the outcomes of the match, one thing was definately clear to me. That was that I'm obviously way better than the Hybrid Division! It only took a double team by two men who don't believe in teaming against me to make me believe that I'm wasting my talents on something that I could keep owning the rest of my career if I wanted to. But I believe in greatness! I believe in achieving higher goals now! My time for the Hybrid Division is over! The time in the Next Generation is here! As for my revolution in my Next Generation pursuit, comes for what I like to call The Executive Journey! I will climb the next ladder of the PWX Industry! I will continue on my journey in just proving to everyone even further that I am the best in this business! It's only a matter of time before I take the reigns of this company and ride it as its PWX Champion! That time is drawing closer..nobody will know when or where it happens! But I can definately do the math on that one! I will wait for the ultimate opportunity and when its here I'm going to seize upon it and take it! But as for now, The Executive Journey looks to The Next Generation! Which brings me to Jake Reed!
Hollywood looks in the camera and begins talking with a slight smile on his face.
Hollywood: I said before that you have no idea what the hell your doing in this tournament. The thought of you in a tournament of this caliber seriously makes me wonder just what the hell you even did to get here! The only thing I ever recalled was a cheap ass roll up victory for you a couple weeks ago! That's nothing! As I said before, you rolled up a man of whom your not facing in this tournament. No! Your facing a man who you've never encountered in a one on one match before! Your facing a man who intends to do anything and everything humanly possible to do what he must do to get to the next level! That man is Mr. Executive himself! ME Jake Reed! Your in the wrong place at the wrong time! When you go up against a man like me Reed, there are no lucky breaks! I am trying to get that through your dumb thick head of yours! You WILL lose! It's just a matter of HOW your going to lose! I can think of many different ways I can just destroy you in that ring tonight! I may pull half those ways tonight, you are not for sure. One thing is for sure Reed. No matter how you lose, it will be by an Executive Promise! My Executive Promise to be exact! So Reed, you make it for yourself just how bad and humiliated you want this to end for you tonight and I'll grant that request for you! Because this tournament definately does NOT have your name written as the winner of it! For that title rightfully belongs to me! Mr Executive Brian Hollywood! The Next Generation of this business will be guided by an Executive Promise for the entire Executive Journey of yours truly, Brian Hollywood!
Hollywood simply just smiles into the camera as it fades to black.
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PWX NG Title Tournament – B Block Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Jake Reed
These two young stars start off a very fast paced match. Reed gets the early advantage with a flurry of offensive strikes at the beginning-capping it off with a huge drop kick off the ropes, and a quick two count. He continues to mount an offense against the Executive, and shoots Hollywood into the ropes. He hits a sleeping neckbreaker, and gets another two count as the crowd boo’s loudly.
Reed lifts him up and plays to the crowd-before dropping him with another big neckbreaker. Hollywood is again able to kick out as the crowd begins to get behind the young Jake Reed. He goes and shoots Hollywood into the ropes-but Hollywood counters it with a hard knee to the gut. He then follows up with a double underhook powerbomb, and rolls Reed into the cover:
ONE
TWO—KICKOUT
Hollywood smirks as he lifts him up-and rocks him with a big haymaker. He shoves him into the corner, hitting a hard lariat to follow up. He smirks evilly as he turns around in front of Reed, and delivers a flurry of back elbows to the head of his young challenger. Hollywood turns around and smirks as he lifts Reed onto the top turnbuckle-and climbs up with him. He goes for a Frankensteiner off the top rope-but Reed blocks it an powerbombs Hollywood hard to the mat. The crowd cheers as Reed drops a knee across the face of Brian Hollywood, and gets another two count. He sighs and lifts him up for a hard suplex, but Hollywood blocks it and hits him with a small package:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings as Hollywood rolls out of the ring-with a sadistic smirk on his face. He points to his head-indicating that he outsmarted the young Jake Reed as the crowd boo’s loudly.
Chris: Jake Reed had a major upset in the works here tonight.
Ricky: But The Executive was just that much smarter than him tonight.
Chris: Reed will get his due soon. I’m sure of it!
Winner: Brian Hollywood
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A Champ In The Making?
Weights kept Wild focused - and tonight this was his premeditation to the match with Terrell Odom in his defense of his Hybrid Title. The camera pans in on Wild, who is curling away at a large piece of steel, dropping it to the ground as he wipes away at the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Wild - Motherfucking drug addict.. thinking he can take MY gold..
Wild begins walking out of his locker room, before he is disturbed by his door opening before him.
Wild - Well look who decided to roll up... in MY ROOM! ... It's nice to see you came around.. for a moment I thought you would have had your head buried in a bag of blow and would have forgot to come to the ring tonight..
He looks at Wild beginning to chuckle himself - before replying..
Terrell Odom - Thats good.. thats a good one.. its great your all relaxed to have shits n' giggles tonight..
Wild begins skirting towards Terrell.. his frantic anger beginning to come from nowhere..
Wild - And why's that shithead? I can do whatever the fuck I please, and feel good about it.. what do you think your going to do tonight.. beat me for my title?
Terrell Odom - ... Yeah.. I just wanted to come by and thank you for giving that belt a place for a week.. you know.. keeping it warm for me and all..
Wild shakes his head.. snickering once again..
Wild - Hah! The day I lose to you is the day that you see your good for nothin' crack baby of a son, motherfucker!
Terrell is whiplashed, absoloutely shocked from Wilds words.. the two begin to get closer to eachother - about to set it off at any minute.. the door to the room opens once again to see Jason Olesen rushing in trying to break the two apart from eachother..
Jason Olesen - Enough! .... ENOUGH! ...
The two split apart from eachother, both giving off a bitter sense from the remarks of their eyes beating down into one another.. Olesen gets in between Odom and Wild.. as Wild reaches down to pick an object up - his Hybrid championship in which he throws across his shoulder.. returning to stare back into Odom's eyes..
Jason Olesen - Now tonight.. you all settle this in the ring! I've seen you two stalking eachother down .. I want this shit in the ring, period! Terrell.. go back to your locker...
Odom remains focused in on Wild.. before speaking..
Terrell Odom - Just remember ... tonight.. Im going to make your reign of that title short lived...
Wild - Go back and the hit the crack pipe, Odom.. your never going to beat me...
Terrell Odom - Yeah.. we'll see...
Jason Olesen - Terrell... Go...
Odom slowly turns his shoulder towards the door, giving Wild that last ponder before the open - close of the door..
Tag Team War:
The Legion (Danny Szatkowski & Ben Stevens) vs The Straight Edge Elite (John Pariah & Tyler Graves)
Danny and Ben make their way out first, only to be jumped by Pariah and Graves. Graves and Stevens brawl down the ramp, while Pariah throws Danny into the railing. Stevens gets the advantage-throwing Graves into the ring steps, and then into the ring itself. The bell rings finally as Stevens gets into the ring, and drops an elbow across the back of Tyler Graves. The two continue their brawl in the ring, as Stevens shoots Graves into the ropes-and hits him with a hard sidewalk slam. Stevens hooks the leg, but Graves kicks out after 1.
On the floor, Danny hits Pariah with a steel chair in the ribs, and then hits him with a hard impaler DDT onto the same chair. He rolls into the ring-and spears Tyler Graves. Stevens steps out onto the apron, constituting a tag as the crowd boo’s loudly. Danny goes to shoot Graves into the ropes-but gets a hard kick to the face, and a DDT for his troubles. Graves rolls him over and gets another one count as the crowd boos. He sighs and locks in a rear chin lock-trying to choke the life out of Danny Szatkowski.
On the floor, John Pariah is stirring to his feet. He looks infront of him, and Pitor Szatkowski is sitting in the front row. He’s yelling jeers at Pariah, who begins arguing with the old man.
Pitor: You’re just a damn punk kid!
Pariah: Yeah, who the fuck are you old man? Exactly! Nobody.
In the ring, Graves goes for “That’s All She Wrote”-but Danny ducks and rolls him up with a schoolboy.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!
The bell rings quickly as Tyler Graves is in pure shock. Stevens cracks him in the back of the head with a kendo stick, as he and Danny smirk. Stevens throws him to the floor, and the two begin brawling up the ramp.
Winners: The Legion (Danny Szatkowski & Ben Stevens)
The War Continues
Pariah flips off Pitor, and slides into the ring, staring Danny down. Adrianna sneaks in behind Danny, and lowblows him. Pariah smirks and hits Danny with the ranhei, and then locks in the Anaconda Vice as the crowd has a mixed reaction.
Chris: Interesting, it seems the PWX fans aren’t exactly behind Pariah right now.
[After a minute in the hold, Pariah releases it, and demands a microphone from the time keeper.]
Pariah: Danny? Danny? Can you hear me? Can you hear me now Danny?
[He puts a pair of boots Danny’s ribs, and smirks evily]
Pariah: Daniel Szatkowski, I think it’s time we ended this. You said you’re gonna knock me out? Well Danny, knock me the fuck out!
[He smirks again, as Danny lay lifeless in the ring]
Pariah: I told the world that we would explain things tonight, and Daniel, I am a man of my word afterall.
[Pariah orders Adrianna-who throws some water on Danny’s face, waking him up. She takes a pair of handcuffs attached to her skirt off, and locks Danny to the bottom rope.]
Pariah: Oh good, you’re up. You see Danny, all your, heh-lovely sister wanted was to provide for your family. All she wanted to do was pay for her grandfathers sins, and rid your lives of his burden! She wanted a job here, because she knew she’d be able to take the money and pay the creditors and loan sharks off. She knew she’d be able to feel important, feel needed-she was hopeless, and needed some hope Danny. That’s what I gave her.
[He gets on his knees, and gets face to face with Danny.]
Pariah: I gave her the hope. The New Dawn gave her hope, PWX gave her hope. Gave her a reason to continue the fight. I call myself the Savior of Professional Wrestling Daniel, but it looks like I’ve become more. Looks like I’ve saved your family as well.
[He smirks evil, as Danny is nearly foaming at the mouth.]
Danny: How could you do this Adrianna?!?!
Pariah: Just like the New Dawn itself Danny, her intentions are pure. Just like my intentions Danny, they’re pure and just. These sycophantic sheep can’t seem to come to terms with my mission, and why I’m here, why we’re here Danny. We want to help you, to save you, to protect you-and your grandpappy over there in the front row.
[Pariah smirks as he rolls out to the floor, and gets face to face with former wrestler, Pitor Szatkowski.]
Pariah: The great, and by all logic-should be late, Pitor Szatkowski. You’re a wrestling legend. The historians called you one of the greatest professional wrestlers to ever come out of the old country. Look at you now, you’re old, you’re bitter, you’re decrepit and can barely even stand. How many times did your colostomy bag have to be changed during my match Pitor? Huh? You’ve become a burden on your family, they’re paying your debt to society, and pay dividends on your sins. What kind of great man would let himself fall that low?
[Pariah gets face to face with a now standing Pitor Szatkowski, who after a moment of silence, slaps Pariah across the face. He chuckles a bit, and turns back to Danny-who remains handcuffed in the ring.]
Pariah: The old man, still has some bite in him, doesn’t he? You want to fight old man? I’m going to give you three weeks to prepare yourself. How about you, and me-go one on one at Adrenaline 10?
[The crowd cheers loudly, and a small “fuck em up Pitor” chant breaks out. Pitor nods in agreeance-before slapping Pariah again. He chuckles once more before continuing]
Pariah: Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Pitor-you won’t get a chance to fool me thrice, because at Adrenaline 10, I am going to retire your ass for good.
[Pariah kicks the railing into Pitors legs-knocking the old man down. The crowd boo’s loudly as “Hand of God” reprises. He helps Adrianna off the ring apron, and the duo heads up the ramp as the crowd boo’s loudly. Security finally gets Danny Szatkowski free, who runs over to his grandfather and checks on him.]
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PWX NG Title Tournament – A BlocK Match:
Devon Poole vs Xtreme Dream
The match starts with both men already inside the ring. They tie up. Poole executes a headlock. Poole takes down Dream with a headlock takedown. Poole continues to work the headlock. Fans are rallying Dream. Dream gets to his feet and delivers a couple of elbows to Poole’s mid section to break the hold. Back suplex by Dream. Dream executes a springboard legdrop but Poole rolls out the way. Poole grabs Dream. Poole executes the curb stomp to Dream. Poole delivers a devastating shining wizard but only gets the two counts. Poole helps Dream up Dream fights out. Dream with a double arm DDT that sends Poole down HARD to the mat. Dream ascends the top rope and hits a split legged moonsault but Poole kicks out in the nick of time. The crowd is hot for this match. Poole attempts the Reality Check but Dream uses the ref as a shield. The ref is out cold! Slugfest ensues between the two wrestlers. Poole reverses a punch from Dream. Poole kicks Dream in the midsection and hooks him up. 7th Heaven by Devon Poole! Poole hooks the leg but the referee is still out. Poole breaks the pin and crawls to the ref waking him up. The ref regains his consciousness but so does Dream. Dream hammers Poole with a couple of stiff punches before planting him to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Dream locks in the Boston Crab but Poole reversed it into a Reality Lock or Ankle lock. Dream manage to get to the ropes for the break. Dream gets to his feet caught Poole off guard with a kick to the mid section. Looks like the Poole’s about to get his dose of Wet Dream. Dream hits the Wet Dream! He goes for the cover but for some unknown reason, Poole manages to kick out. Devon Poole scores with a big Uranage into a backbreaker that sends Dream rolling on the mat writhing in pain. Poole’s pinfall attempt gets a 2.9999. Dream pulls the Dream On out of nowhere. Dream puts Poole into a pinning predicament but Poole is out just before the three count. Poole catches Dream as Dream attempts a Diving Clothesline. Poole tries to pin Dream when the suddenly bell rings. The referee declares that the time limit has expired, and the match is a draw. The crowd boos the finish as they chant five more minutes. Both competitor walks into the middle of the ring. Dream offers his hand but Poole just ignored before he slides out to the ring and begin his trek to the back leaving Dream in shock inside the ring.
Result: Draw. Both Men Advances
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A Shocking Revelation
Tyler Graves and Ben Stevens continue to go at it with lefts and rights as they make their way ringside. The two rivals’ punches are more determined to hit their targets more than ever before. Ben Stevens gets a quick advantage over Tyler with a knee to the gut. Tyler bends over in pain. Ben takes advantage of the situation and levels Tyler with a devastating DDT. Tyler rolls over on his stomach as he grasps his head. Ben stares at the fallen Tyler for about ten seconds before sliding out of the ring and goes for a kendo stick. Ben Stevens takes his time to stare at Tyler before sliding into the ring. Just as he does, Antonio Lopez emerges from the back to some cheers and heads for the ring.
Chris: “It’s Antonio Lopez!”
Ricky: “Tyler’s Team PWX pal is interjecting himself into the fray!”
Antonio slides into the ring and charges Stevens. Ben doesn’t see Antonio before it’s too late and drops his kendo stick as he gets hoisted over Antonio’s right shoulder. Antonio flings Ben over his shoulder and grabs Ben Stevens’ head with his left arm. Tyler gets up to a sitting up position in time to see Antonio drop Stevens with the Tear Soaked Corruption!
Ricky: “Tear Soaked Corruption!”
Chris: “Lopez is here to help Graves, what a guy!”
Ricky: “Settle down, Christina.”
Stevens rolls out of the ring as Antonio calls for a microphone. Tyler gets to his feet as Antonio turns around from accepting the microphone. Tyler looks relieved but confused as Antonio tosses him a mic.
Antonio: “Tyler man, you’ve gotta stop this! Ben Stevens didn’t attack your sister, Tyler. You’ve been trying to punish an innocent man!”
Tyler becomes confused and enraged.
Tyler: “How do you know it wasn’t him, Antonio? Huh, how do you know?”
Antonio: “Because I know who did it.”
Tyler looks at Antonio with eyes widened in fascination at what Antonio said. Tyler doesn’t hesitate to keep at his questions.
Tyler: “What do you know, Lopez? I need to know, it’s my sister we’re talking about!”
Antonio stares at Tyler with contempt in his eyes Tyler shakes Antonio’s shoulder asking him for an answer. Antonio turns his head but shoots it right back as he nails Tyler with the microphone right into Tyler’s head. Tyler immediately drops down to the ground like a brick. Antonio walks over to the kendo stick and picks it up. He walks back to Tyler and starts nailing Tyler with it! The fans boo as Antonio continues to strike Tyler with the Kendo stick. After a few satisfying whacks, Antonio just stands over Tyler and grins an evil grin.
Antonio: “You think you can protect your sister? You’re USELESS to her now! On this day, I decree, The Graves family will be erased from the PWX! We’ll make sure of it!”
Antonio drops the microphone and raises his arms in dominance. “Ties That Bind” by Alter Bridge hits the speakers. The crowd boos Antonio as he leaves the ring and Tyler watches him leaves still lying on the mat in pain.
Chris: “Antonio Lopez has snapped! He just took advantage of a battle-battered Tyler Graves and has promised to erase the Graves family here in PWX! What is going here?”
Ricky: “And what does he mean we?”
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Main Event:
PWX Hybrid Championship Match:
Wild © vs Terrell Odom
The match starts with both men already inside the ring. Both men are on their respective corners as the crowd is so hot for this match. Terrell Odom is playing the crowd as Wild is just staring at him with a serious look on his face. The referee calls both men into the middle of the ring and gave them last minute instructions. The ref asks both men to step back into their respective corners as he asked the timekeeper to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Odom and Wild walk into the middle of the ring. Both men circle each other. They lock in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Wild quickly places T.O. in a headlock. T.O. tries to power out but Wild only stiffens the hold more. Wild sweeps T.O.’s right leg bringing him to one knee. The crowd is totally behind T.O. as they rally him to break the hold. Wild has T.O. in a headlock for a good 10 seconds when T.O. powers out of the hold Irish whipping Wild. Wild comes back and hits T.O. with a shoulder block that takes T.O. down to the mat. Wild runs again to hit the ropes. T.O. drops down as Wild jumps over him. Wild bounces off to the ropes at the other side of the ring as T.O. hurriedly gets to his feet. Wild returns but got caught by a standing dropkick from T.O. which brought Wild down to the mat. T.O. plays with the crowd as the crowd goes nuts.
T.O. grabs Wild by the head helping him up. Wild is one knee when he started to punch T.O. in the gut. T.O. retaliates by kneeing Wild in the gut. T.O. places Wild in between his leg setting up for a powerbomb. Wild powers out by back body dropping T.O. down to the mat. Wild then starts to give T.O. the boot as T.O. swiftly crawls into the bottom rope. The referee holds Wild back to break it. T.O. gets to his feet and he’s standing by the ring apron. Wild runs towards him but T.O. caught him with his shoulders to the midsection. Wild is writhing in pain as T.O. eyes him up. T.O. jumps up to the top rope awaiting for Wild to turn around. Wild turns around and T.O. goes airborne. T.O.’s boots connects with Wild’s chest as T.O. hits him with a top rope dropkick that sent both men down to the mat. T.O. is quickly to get up as he goes for the cover. The referee drops down to the mat to count but it only gets the two count.
Wild quickly gets to his feet as he starts hammering the kneeling T.O. with several closed fist punches. Wild picks T.O. up and Irish whips him to the corner. Wild runs towards him and hits him with a decapitating lariat. Wild picks T.O. up and leans him to the turnbuckle. Wild then hammers him with stiff knife edge chops to the chest. We can see T.O.’s cheese turning blue as Wild is now hammering him with lefts and rights. T.O. reverses one of it and begins to fight back with a series of hard fists of its own. Wild fights back as he throws some of his own punches too as we have a slugfest in our hands. Wild turns the tide with a knee to the mid section that sent T.O. on one knee as Wild badmouths the crowd who are showering him with jeers.
Wild picks T.O. up helping him to get to his feet. Wild locks him in bearhug. T.O. screams in agony as Wild tightens the hold. T.O. tries to fight back by hammering Wild’s face but Wild quickly reacts by throwing him overhead for a belly-to-belly suplex. T.O. lands to the mat HARD. Wild cockily walks over to him and puts his foot on top of T.O. for the pin. The referee drops down to the mat for the count but T.O. quickly gets his shoulder up.
Wild picks him up helping him up once again. He starts hammering him with several closed fist punches while he’s on his knees. T.O. doesn’t know where he is as his eyes look so distant. Wild helps him to his vertical base as he quickly Irish whips him to the corner. T.O. collides with the turnbuckle. Wild runs towards him but T.O. moves out of the way and Wild collides with the turnbuckle as well. T.O. starts kicking him in the gut. He then climbs up the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd. T.O. begins hammering Wild with fist as the crowd counts each punch. Wild counters it by lifting T.O. and dropping him in the middle of the ring with a powerbomb. Both men are lying on the mat. Wild is the first one to regain his senses as he quickly rose up. T.O. finally regains his senses as he is now crawling on the mat as Wild stalks him. T.O. gets to his feet and turns. Wild kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for the Suicide Drop. Wild lifts T.O. but T.O. slides down and reverses the Suicide Drop into a Reverse DDT as the fans are now on their feet.
T.O. quickly goes for the pin but Wild kicks out in the nick of time. Both men get to their feet at the same time. T.O. kicks Wild in the midsection and hurled him up on his shoulders. T.O. throws Wild to the turnbuckle first face then stalks him. T.O. catches Wild with the spinebuster to complete the maneuver he calls the “Lights Out”. T.O. is now fired up as he pumps the crowd signaling for the “Eazy Duz It”. T.O. picks Wild up but Wild powers out and rakes T.O.’s eyes. T.O. cries in pain as he turns his back on Wild. Wild hooks both T.O.’s arms up and turns him dropping him with a facebreaker he calls “The Depressor”. Wild covers him but T.O. managed to kickout.
Disappointment starts to sink in to Wild as he once again signal for the “Suicide Drop”. He picks T.O. up but T.O. powers out and hits a shuffle side kick out of nowhere that sent Wild hurling down to the mat. Wild is on the canvas as T.O. signals for the corner. The crowd is on their feet cheering for T.O. T.O. runs up to the turnbuckle turning himself facing Wild. T.O. pumps up the crowd as he goes airborne executing a 450 splash. He lands on top of Wild but the impact sent him bouncing back to the ring. He struggles to get to his feet as a hooded man jumps across the guardrail holding a chair. He quickly gets in to the ring and wasted anytime as he bashes T.O. with the steel chair. The referee quickly calls for the bell as the hooded man continues to slaughter Terrell Odom with the steel chair as the crowd fills the ring with debris. Security are running towards the ring as the hooded man quickly slides out of the ring and jumps the guardrail and runs for safety. Wild regains his senses as he gets to his feet and looks confused at what has happened. The referee hands him his Hybrid Title back but declares Terrell Odom the winner due to a disqualification. Wild walks over the knockout T.O. and stares at him before holding his Hybrid Title up.
Winner: Terrell Odom via Disqualifiction.
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Monday, October 26th 2009
“The Fallout Begins”
The Champ Speaks
We return to the area floor, where the anxious crowd is waiting for the next match to start. However, "Terra in Black" plays to a thunderous ovation as Ness stands on the ramp way, the PWX championship strewn across his shoulder. He nods, liking the reaction he's getting as he makes his way toward the ring. He grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and then holds the championship high in the air for all to see as he smiles, holding that stance for a few seconds before slinging it back on his shoulder.
N: Thank you...you don't know how much this means to me.
The crowd continues their applause and a "Ness" chant starts to break out as he continues speaking.
N: Now that I've finally been able to capture the PWX championship...it's downright surreal. I never expected to walk out of Never Say Die the champion, but yet here I am. And I'm not the only one who had doubts- everyone I have talked to since winning the championship has said that they couldn't believe that I could beat someone like Jackson, especially with the concussion I received at the hands of him several weeks ago. Well, I knew I was going to get one shot at the title, and it was either do or die for me...and I chose the former. And it turned out to be a fantastic choice for me...after all; it resulted in me coming out with this championship...
He holds the championship high in the air, the crowd eastic as he sets it back down.
N: So now that I've captured this championship, the question now is...where does it go from here. Well, like any champion should, I will be defending this championship against anyone and everyone. If Jackson feels that he deserves another shot at the championship, then all he has to do is come to me and request it. And there are tons of other people on this roster I'd like to face...Cal Roberts is one of those people, obviously. And people like Tyler Graves, Terrell Odom, even John Pariah...if they want a shot, then they got it. Because apparently, even though I'm now the champion, I still have my skeptics...I still have the doubters that have plagued me since I arrived in PWX all those years ago. And it annoys me, sure. But at the same time...it drives me to accomplish even more. I've made it to the top, but now I got to fight in order to stay up there...
He pauses for a moment, reflecting on the past as he shakes his head.
N: You see...I'm glad that I was able to make it to the top my way. I didn't need to conform to the sports entertainment type mold in order to get this championship. I didn't need to get my look over, and I didn't need to have some witty saying or attack someone from the back to get it. I did it my way by earning it. Now I plan on getting everyone in that locker room's respect, and I'm not going to stop until I do...because I've done everything my way, and just because I've accomplished my goal, doesn't mean that the road is over. There's still such a long way to go in my career...and I'm ready for the ride.
"Terra in Black" reprises again as Ness exits the ring. He slaps the hands of a few fans as he heads up the ramp way, holding the championship high in the air one more time before exiting to the back.
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NG Title Tournament – B Block Match
Valencio vs Wild-Dog
The two rising stars square off in the ring. Valencio offers a handshake-but Wild Dog knocks him into the ropes with a hard shot. The two exchange blows as WD shoots Val across the ring-and hits him with a hard lariat. Val gets back up-only to be knocked back down again with a second hard lariat. WD drops a knee across his masked face, and goes for a pin:
ONE
TWO—KICKOUT!
WD lifts him up, and shoots him into the corner. He goes for a running splash, but Valencio gets the boot up and drives it into Wild Dog’s face. He hops up onto the middle rope-and jumps off with a flying forearm smash-knocking WD off his feet. He goes for a quick pin, and WD kicks out before the count of two. Val picks him up-and springs off the ropes with an asai moonsault-crashing into the bigger opponent. He quickly follows up with a knee drop to the face, and a second lionsault off the ropes. He hooks Wild Dog’s legs and goes for the pin:
ONE
TWO
THR---KICKOUT!
He sits Wild Dog up-and hits the element of surprise as the crowd pops loudly. He covers him again:
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as Valencio holds his hands in victory.
Chris: First he gets a win over Ness..now Wild Dog.
Ricky: There’s something strangely familiar about him..
Chris: All I can say, is he is now advanced to the Semi Finals of the NG Title Tournament, he will face the winner of Jake Reed and Brian Hollywood later tonight!
Winner: Valencio
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(Cutting to the back, we see X-Treme Dream walking down the hallway of the Arena. He comes up to the office of JPO and knocks on the door.)
JPO : Come in.
(Dream abides and opens up the door. As soon as JPO spots who it is, he sports a huge grin on his face.)
JPO : I’m glad you came by Mr. Dream. You have got a huge match in store for you tonight, and I am expecting you to represent the PWX with pride and honor.
(Dream just smirks.)
Dream : I am going to do more than just represent the PWX, I will do my best to send Devon Poole running out of the ring with his tail between his legs. I would love nothing more than to advance in the tournament and become the new Next Generation champion.
JPO: Good, but this is about more than the gold. I do not trust ‘The Legion’.
Dream: Neither do I, and I honestly don’t expect DG to fight alone. Rats travel in packs.
(JPO snickers.)
JPO: So can I depend on you to take out some of the NCW ‘trash’?
Dream: I will do my best.
JPO: I knew you’d come in handy.
Dream: Hey, don’t think I am beating DG just for you.
JPO: Of course not!
Dream: Poole just happened to be the unlucky one that got chosen to fight me. After losing to Wild at ‘Never Say Die’, anyone that has anything to do with NCW has a bullseye on their head.
JPO: That is what I like to hear! You keep that attitude when you walk down to that ring, and well, you just might shut that Devon Poole up for good. He won’t want to show his face in the PWX again.
Dream: I have got a lot to prove out their in front of the PWX fans. They all believe that after that brutal lost to Wild, I would fold under any sort of pressure. That was two losses in a row, that brings a man down. Makes him ready to hide in the back instead of coming out there to the ring. But, the losses are in the past.
JPO: That is the attitude to have Dream. But go ahead and be on your way, I have got some more business to take care of. Good luck tonight. Don’t let me down.
Dream: Will do sir, thanks for the opportunity to fight for the title.
(Dream turns around and rolls his eyes and walks out of JPO’s office. Before he heads back toward his locker room, he stops in front of the camera.)
Dream: Devon, this match is more than just taking out the NCW ‘trash’. Oh yeah, despite what JPO said…this match is more than just proving that PWX is a stronger community of athletes. No, this match is about my pride! You told me to go back to the backyard and be a main event wrestler instead of trying to do so here in the PWX. Well, why don’t you just eat them words? How about when I walk down there tonight I stick your foot in your mouth! Because you may think you are just stepping into the ring with a hardcore, wild brawler…but I am capable of a whole lot more and you will witness that tonight.
(Dream starts to laugh.)
Dream: No remorse Poole, remember that! Bring out all of the trash talking you want to, but your time is up. I am going to destroy you tonight, and move on in the tournament. I will prove that those two losses were in the past, and I have gold in my future!
(He raises his arms above his head into an ‘X’. He grins that diabolical grin and walks away from the camera as we cut back to the ring.)
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Jackson Speaks
Darkness fills the screen, accompanied by the low and rhythmic throb of what at first seems to be a muted bassline, and then is revealed to be the sound of the rotating fan blades of the arena's air conditioning system. The tell-tale glow of a cigarette bobs in the gloom, flaring brighter to reveal a familiar face as Jackson drags the last lungful of smoke in before emerging from the shadows.
Jackson: Live the moment, breathe the moment... fuck.
He shakes his head, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. The eyes blink. Just once. Crow's feet at the corners, bracketed by dark brows, they are still and focused.
Jackson: Empty talk. Just a sorry bunch of bullshit to inspire. This long in the business, you have to have your little tricks. Little mental games you play with yourself.
He laughs, the sound bitter.
Jackson: Control is a good thing to have in this moment, but it's not something that was drilled into me through conditioning. It's something instinctual. That whipped dog mentality. You beat me enough, I learn to expect it. I adapt, and I get stronger. It doesn't hurt anymore. Anger helps. Yeah, I'm angry. I BURN. Like a fucking candle.
He grins, shrugging his shoulders.
Jackson: I've become a walking disease. Cancer. Eating away at my marrow. This moral center is eroding, and I barely give two shits. Let them hate. That's what they do best, really. I take all the crap. Take the flack from you ignorant fucks. Why did I do it? Why am I here? What's my agenda now that I've been exposed as a goddamn fraud? Heh, you'd like to know, wouldn't you? As if it wasn't already obvious. I'm here to break things. Faces. Records. Misconceptions. You get it yet?
The grin widens, almost a snarl now as he stares forward, his face half cloaked in shadows.
Jackson: Heh. Puzzle it out yourself. You know you will regardless. Suits me fine, really. Let them wrap their fucking heads around the fact that I'm still here. I lost at Never Say Die, and I'm still here. Been more than a few weeks since the place reopened... and I'm still here. That's got to say something for endurance. Got to spell my commitment. See, I like it. This is where I belong. Scratching and clawing my way to the top of the heap, one broken body at a time. So, you ready for a little war, Ness? You ready to defend that belt with all the tenacity, heart and passion you claim to have? You'd better be, because like it or not, your win was a goddamn fluke. I stand by my words. You don't deserve to be champion. You never have, you usurping little turd.
He cracks his knuckles slowly, the threat clear in the motions.
Jackson: Keep it warm, Ness. Hold it close as long as you can, because the clock's already ticking. I'm coming for what's mine.
Without a further word, Jackson vanishes back into the gloom, leaving behind nothing but that throbbing silence.
An Executive Message
Message Forwarded From Brian Hollywood
[Backstage we seen Shawn Lester just sitting outside Mr. Executive Brian Hollywood's locker room. He is seen in no hesitation about bugging Mr. Hollywood. He can be seen with his microphone in his hands just resting on his lap. Shawn simply just waits for Hollywood to walk out of his locker room. Then, the doors to Hollywood's locker room fly open and out walks Mr. Hollywood. The crowd starts booing loudly as Hollywood then looks over and sees Shawn standing up which puts a surprisingly look on Hollywood's face. Shawn fully approaches Hollywood and begins to speak.]
Shawn Lester: Mr Hollywood, what are your thoughts about this Next Generation Championship tournament your in and you facing Jake Reed in the first round of it?
Hollywood just looks at Shawn with a befuddled look on his face.
Shawn: Mr Hollywood?...Mr. Holly...
Hollywood finally interrupts Shawn.
Hollywood: Yes, I heard you the first time Shawn! But then again, I felt like interrupting you so I did.
Crowd erupts in boos as Hollywood just stands and laughs at Shawn.
Hollywood: I do find it particularly creepy why I walk out of my locker room and find you waiting for me to come out of it. I mean, I just don't get it! I mean, once again we have learned something new about you Shawn! We found out over the last few weeks that your annoying as hell! Then tonight we find out that not only are you annoying as hell, but your also a creepy ass son of a bitch! What do you have to say for yourself about this?!
Shawn just looks at Hollywood and shakes his head slowly. He then shrugs his shoulders and starts repeating the question to Hollywood.
Shawn: What do you think of the...
Hollywood once again interrupts Shawn.
Hollywood: What, do you think I'm stupid and deaf Shawn?!
Crowd starts an asshole chant towards Hollywood.
Hollywood: Once again, I heard the question the first time Shawn. Let me just start off by saying that I'm already convinced that this tournament is mine! We all saw the results of Never Say Die and let me say that while I'm clearly not impressed with the outcomes of the match, one thing was definately clear to me. That was that I'm obviously way better than the Hybrid Division! It only took a double team by two men who don't believe in teaming against me to make me believe that I'm wasting my talents on something that I could keep owning the rest of my career if I wanted to. But I believe in greatness! I believe in achieving higher goals now! My time for the Hybrid Division is over! The time in the Next Generation is here! As for my revolution in my Next Generation pursuit, comes for what I like to call The Executive Journey! I will climb the next ladder of the PWX Industry! I will continue on my journey in just proving to everyone even further that I am the best in this business! It's only a matter of time before I take the reigns of this company and ride it as its PWX Champion! That time is drawing closer..nobody will know when or where it happens! But I can definately do the math on that one! I will wait for the ultimate opportunity and when its here I'm going to seize upon it and take it! But as for now, The Executive Journey looks to The Next Generation! Which brings me to Jake Reed!
Hollywood looks in the camera and begins talking with a slight smile on his face.
Hollywood: I said before that you have no idea what the hell your doing in this tournament. The thought of you in a tournament of this caliber seriously makes me wonder just what the hell you even did to get here! The only thing I ever recalled was a cheap ass roll up victory for you a couple weeks ago! That's nothing! As I said before, you rolled up a man of whom your not facing in this tournament. No! Your facing a man who you've never encountered in a one on one match before! Your facing a man who intends to do anything and everything humanly possible to do what he must do to get to the next level! That man is Mr. Executive himself! ME Jake Reed! Your in the wrong place at the wrong time! When you go up against a man like me Reed, there are no lucky breaks! I am trying to get that through your dumb thick head of yours! You WILL lose! It's just a matter of HOW your going to lose! I can think of many different ways I can just destroy you in that ring tonight! I may pull half those ways tonight, you are not for sure. One thing is for sure Reed. No matter how you lose, it will be by an Executive Promise! My Executive Promise to be exact! So Reed, you make it for yourself just how bad and humiliated you want this to end for you tonight and I'll grant that request for you! Because this tournament definately does NOT have your name written as the winner of it! For that title rightfully belongs to me! Mr Executive Brian Hollywood! The Next Generation of this business will be guided by an Executive Promise for the entire Executive Journey of yours truly, Brian Hollywood!
Hollywood simply just smiles into the camera as it fades to black.
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PWX NG Title Tournament – B Block Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Jake Reed
These two young stars start off a very fast paced match. Reed gets the early advantage with a flurry of offensive strikes at the beginning-capping it off with a huge drop kick off the ropes, and a quick two count. He continues to mount an offense against the Executive, and shoots Hollywood into the ropes. He hits a sleeping neckbreaker, and gets another two count as the crowd boo’s loudly.
Reed lifts him up and plays to the crowd-before dropping him with another big neckbreaker. Hollywood is again able to kick out as the crowd begins to get behind the young Jake Reed. He goes and shoots Hollywood into the ropes-but Hollywood counters it with a hard knee to the gut. He then follows up with a double underhook powerbomb, and rolls Reed into the cover:
ONE
TWO—KICKOUT
Hollywood smirks as he lifts him up-and rocks him with a big haymaker. He shoves him into the corner, hitting a hard lariat to follow up. He smirks evilly as he turns around in front of Reed, and delivers a flurry of back elbows to the head of his young challenger. Hollywood turns around and smirks as he lifts Reed onto the top turnbuckle-and climbs up with him. He goes for a Frankensteiner off the top rope-but Reed blocks it an powerbombs Hollywood hard to the mat. The crowd cheers as Reed drops a knee across the face of Brian Hollywood, and gets another two count. He sighs and lifts him up for a hard suplex, but Hollywood blocks it and hits him with a small package:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings as Hollywood rolls out of the ring-with a sadistic smirk on his face. He points to his head-indicating that he outsmarted the young Jake Reed as the crowd boo’s loudly.
Chris: Jake Reed had a major upset in the works here tonight.
Ricky: But The Executive was just that much smarter than him tonight.
Chris: Reed will get his due soon. I’m sure of it!
Winner: Brian Hollywood
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A Champ In The Making?
Weights kept Wild focused - and tonight this was his premeditation to the match with Terrell Odom in his defense of his Hybrid Title. The camera pans in on Wild, who is curling away at a large piece of steel, dropping it to the ground as he wipes away at the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Wild - Motherfucking drug addict.. thinking he can take MY gold..
Wild begins walking out of his locker room, before he is disturbed by his door opening before him.
Wild - Well look who decided to roll up... in MY ROOM! ... It's nice to see you came around.. for a moment I thought you would have had your head buried in a bag of blow and would have forgot to come to the ring tonight..
He looks at Wild beginning to chuckle himself - before replying..
Terrell Odom - Thats good.. thats a good one.. its great your all relaxed to have shits n' giggles tonight..
Wild begins skirting towards Terrell.. his frantic anger beginning to come from nowhere..
Wild - And why's that shithead? I can do whatever the fuck I please, and feel good about it.. what do you think your going to do tonight.. beat me for my title?
Terrell Odom - ... Yeah.. I just wanted to come by and thank you for giving that belt a place for a week.. you know.. keeping it warm for me and all..
Wild shakes his head.. snickering once again..
Wild - Hah! The day I lose to you is the day that you see your good for nothin' crack baby of a son, motherfucker!
Terrell is whiplashed, absoloutely shocked from Wilds words.. the two begin to get closer to eachother - about to set it off at any minute.. the door to the room opens once again to see Jason Olesen rushing in trying to break the two apart from eachother..
Jason Olesen - Enough! .... ENOUGH! ...
The two split apart from eachother, both giving off a bitter sense from the remarks of their eyes beating down into one another.. Olesen gets in between Odom and Wild.. as Wild reaches down to pick an object up - his Hybrid championship in which he throws across his shoulder.. returning to stare back into Odom's eyes..
Jason Olesen - Now tonight.. you all settle this in the ring! I've seen you two stalking eachother down .. I want this shit in the ring, period! Terrell.. go back to your locker...
Odom remains focused in on Wild.. before speaking..
Terrell Odom - Just remember ... tonight.. Im going to make your reign of that title short lived...
Wild - Go back and the hit the crack pipe, Odom.. your never going to beat me...
Terrell Odom - Yeah.. we'll see...
Jason Olesen - Terrell... Go...
Odom slowly turns his shoulder towards the door, giving Wild that last ponder before the open - close of the door..
Tag Team War:
The Legion (Danny Szatkowski & Ben Stevens) vs The Straight Edge Elite (John Pariah & Tyler Graves)
Danny and Ben make their way out first, only to be jumped by Pariah and Graves. Graves and Stevens brawl down the ramp, while Pariah throws Danny into the railing. Stevens gets the advantage-throwing Graves into the ring steps, and then into the ring itself. The bell rings finally as Stevens gets into the ring, and drops an elbow across the back of Tyler Graves. The two continue their brawl in the ring, as Stevens shoots Graves into the ropes-and hits him with a hard sidewalk slam. Stevens hooks the leg, but Graves kicks out after 1.
On the floor, Danny hits Pariah with a steel chair in the ribs, and then hits him with a hard impaler DDT onto the same chair. He rolls into the ring-and spears Tyler Graves. Stevens steps out onto the apron, constituting a tag as the crowd boo’s loudly. Danny goes to shoot Graves into the ropes-but gets a hard kick to the face, and a DDT for his troubles. Graves rolls him over and gets another one count as the crowd boos. He sighs and locks in a rear chin lock-trying to choke the life out of Danny Szatkowski.
On the floor, John Pariah is stirring to his feet. He looks infront of him, and Pitor Szatkowski is sitting in the front row. He’s yelling jeers at Pariah, who begins arguing with the old man.
Pitor: You’re just a damn punk kid!
Pariah: Yeah, who the fuck are you old man? Exactly! Nobody.
In the ring, Graves goes for “That’s All She Wrote”-but Danny ducks and rolls him up with a schoolboy.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!
The bell rings quickly as Tyler Graves is in pure shock. Stevens cracks him in the back of the head with a kendo stick, as he and Danny smirk. Stevens throws him to the floor, and the two begin brawling up the ramp.
Winners: The Legion (Danny Szatkowski & Ben Stevens)
The War Continues
Pariah flips off Pitor, and slides into the ring, staring Danny down. Adrianna sneaks in behind Danny, and lowblows him. Pariah smirks and hits Danny with the ranhei, and then locks in the Anaconda Vice as the crowd has a mixed reaction.
Chris: Interesting, it seems the PWX fans aren’t exactly behind Pariah right now.
[After a minute in the hold, Pariah releases it, and demands a microphone from the time keeper.]
Pariah: Danny? Danny? Can you hear me? Can you hear me now Danny?
[He puts a pair of boots Danny’s ribs, and smirks evily]
Pariah: Daniel Szatkowski, I think it’s time we ended this. You said you’re gonna knock me out? Well Danny, knock me the fuck out!
[He smirks again, as Danny lay lifeless in the ring]
Pariah: I told the world that we would explain things tonight, and Daniel, I am a man of my word afterall.
[Pariah orders Adrianna-who throws some water on Danny’s face, waking him up. She takes a pair of handcuffs attached to her skirt off, and locks Danny to the bottom rope.]
Pariah: Oh good, you’re up. You see Danny, all your, heh-lovely sister wanted was to provide for your family. All she wanted to do was pay for her grandfathers sins, and rid your lives of his burden! She wanted a job here, because she knew she’d be able to take the money and pay the creditors and loan sharks off. She knew she’d be able to feel important, feel needed-she was hopeless, and needed some hope Danny. That’s what I gave her.
[He gets on his knees, and gets face to face with Danny.]
Pariah: I gave her the hope. The New Dawn gave her hope, PWX gave her hope. Gave her a reason to continue the fight. I call myself the Savior of Professional Wrestling Daniel, but it looks like I’ve become more. Looks like I’ve saved your family as well.
[He smirks evil, as Danny is nearly foaming at the mouth.]
Danny: How could you do this Adrianna?!?!
Pariah: Just like the New Dawn itself Danny, her intentions are pure. Just like my intentions Danny, they’re pure and just. These sycophantic sheep can’t seem to come to terms with my mission, and why I’m here, why we’re here Danny. We want to help you, to save you, to protect you-and your grandpappy over there in the front row.
[Pariah smirks as he rolls out to the floor, and gets face to face with former wrestler, Pitor Szatkowski.]
Pariah: The great, and by all logic-should be late, Pitor Szatkowski. You’re a wrestling legend. The historians called you one of the greatest professional wrestlers to ever come out of the old country. Look at you now, you’re old, you’re bitter, you’re decrepit and can barely even stand. How many times did your colostomy bag have to be changed during my match Pitor? Huh? You’ve become a burden on your family, they’re paying your debt to society, and pay dividends on your sins. What kind of great man would let himself fall that low?
[Pariah gets face to face with a now standing Pitor Szatkowski, who after a moment of silence, slaps Pariah across the face. He chuckles a bit, and turns back to Danny-who remains handcuffed in the ring.]
Pariah: The old man, still has some bite in him, doesn’t he? You want to fight old man? I’m going to give you three weeks to prepare yourself. How about you, and me-go one on one at Adrenaline 10?
[The crowd cheers loudly, and a small “fuck em up Pitor” chant breaks out. Pitor nods in agreeance-before slapping Pariah again. He chuckles once more before continuing]
Pariah: Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Pitor-you won’t get a chance to fool me thrice, because at Adrenaline 10, I am going to retire your ass for good.
[Pariah kicks the railing into Pitors legs-knocking the old man down. The crowd boo’s loudly as “Hand of God” reprises. He helps Adrianna off the ring apron, and the duo heads up the ramp as the crowd boo’s loudly. Security finally gets Danny Szatkowski free, who runs over to his grandfather and checks on him.]
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PWX NG Title Tournament – A BlocK Match:
Devon Poole vs Xtreme Dream
The match starts with both men already inside the ring. They tie up. Poole executes a headlock. Poole takes down Dream with a headlock takedown. Poole continues to work the headlock. Fans are rallying Dream. Dream gets to his feet and delivers a couple of elbows to Poole’s mid section to break the hold. Back suplex by Dream. Dream executes a springboard legdrop but Poole rolls out the way. Poole grabs Dream. Poole executes the curb stomp to Dream. Poole delivers a devastating shining wizard but only gets the two counts. Poole helps Dream up Dream fights out. Dream with a double arm DDT that sends Poole down HARD to the mat. Dream ascends the top rope and hits a split legged moonsault but Poole kicks out in the nick of time. The crowd is hot for this match. Poole attempts the Reality Check but Dream uses the ref as a shield. The ref is out cold! Slugfest ensues between the two wrestlers. Poole reverses a punch from Dream. Poole kicks Dream in the midsection and hooks him up. 7th Heaven by Devon Poole! Poole hooks the leg but the referee is still out. Poole breaks the pin and crawls to the ref waking him up. The ref regains his consciousness but so does Dream. Dream hammers Poole with a couple of stiff punches before planting him to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Dream locks in the Boston Crab but Poole reversed it into a Reality Lock or Ankle lock. Dream manage to get to the ropes for the break. Dream gets to his feet caught Poole off guard with a kick to the mid section. Looks like the Poole’s about to get his dose of Wet Dream. Dream hits the Wet Dream! He goes for the cover but for some unknown reason, Poole manages to kick out. Devon Poole scores with a big Uranage into a backbreaker that sends Dream rolling on the mat writhing in pain. Poole’s pinfall attempt gets a 2.9999. Dream pulls the Dream On out of nowhere. Dream puts Poole into a pinning predicament but Poole is out just before the three count. Poole catches Dream as Dream attempts a Diving Clothesline. Poole tries to pin Dream when the suddenly bell rings. The referee declares that the time limit has expired, and the match is a draw. The crowd boos the finish as they chant five more minutes. Both competitor walks into the middle of the ring. Dream offers his hand but Poole just ignored before he slides out to the ring and begin his trek to the back leaving Dream in shock inside the ring.
Result: Draw. Both Men Advances
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A Shocking Revelation
Tyler Graves and Ben Stevens continue to go at it with lefts and rights as they make their way ringside. The two rivals’ punches are more determined to hit their targets more than ever before. Ben Stevens gets a quick advantage over Tyler with a knee to the gut. Tyler bends over in pain. Ben takes advantage of the situation and levels Tyler with a devastating DDT. Tyler rolls over on his stomach as he grasps his head. Ben stares at the fallen Tyler for about ten seconds before sliding out of the ring and goes for a kendo stick. Ben Stevens takes his time to stare at Tyler before sliding into the ring. Just as he does, Antonio Lopez emerges from the back to some cheers and heads for the ring.
Chris: “It’s Antonio Lopez!”
Ricky: “Tyler’s Team PWX pal is interjecting himself into the fray!”
Antonio slides into the ring and charges Stevens. Ben doesn’t see Antonio before it’s too late and drops his kendo stick as he gets hoisted over Antonio’s right shoulder. Antonio flings Ben over his shoulder and grabs Ben Stevens’ head with his left arm. Tyler gets up to a sitting up position in time to see Antonio drop Stevens with the Tear Soaked Corruption!
Ricky: “Tear Soaked Corruption!”
Chris: “Lopez is here to help Graves, what a guy!”
Ricky: “Settle down, Christina.”
Stevens rolls out of the ring as Antonio calls for a microphone. Tyler gets to his feet as Antonio turns around from accepting the microphone. Tyler looks relieved but confused as Antonio tosses him a mic.
Antonio: “Tyler man, you’ve gotta stop this! Ben Stevens didn’t attack your sister, Tyler. You’ve been trying to punish an innocent man!”
Tyler becomes confused and enraged.
Tyler: “How do you know it wasn’t him, Antonio? Huh, how do you know?”
Antonio: “Because I know who did it.”
Tyler looks at Antonio with eyes widened in fascination at what Antonio said. Tyler doesn’t hesitate to keep at his questions.
Tyler: “What do you know, Lopez? I need to know, it’s my sister we’re talking about!”
Antonio stares at Tyler with contempt in his eyes Tyler shakes Antonio’s shoulder asking him for an answer. Antonio turns his head but shoots it right back as he nails Tyler with the microphone right into Tyler’s head. Tyler immediately drops down to the ground like a brick. Antonio walks over to the kendo stick and picks it up. He walks back to Tyler and starts nailing Tyler with it! The fans boo as Antonio continues to strike Tyler with the Kendo stick. After a few satisfying whacks, Antonio just stands over Tyler and grins an evil grin.
Antonio: “You think you can protect your sister? You’re USELESS to her now! On this day, I decree, The Graves family will be erased from the PWX! We’ll make sure of it!”
Antonio drops the microphone and raises his arms in dominance. “Ties That Bind” by Alter Bridge hits the speakers. The crowd boos Antonio as he leaves the ring and Tyler watches him leaves still lying on the mat in pain.
Chris: “Antonio Lopez has snapped! He just took advantage of a battle-battered Tyler Graves and has promised to erase the Graves family here in PWX! What is going here?”
Ricky: “And what does he mean we?”
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Main Event:
PWX Hybrid Championship Match:
Wild © vs Terrell Odom
The match starts with both men already inside the ring. Both men are on their respective corners as the crowd is so hot for this match. Terrell Odom is playing the crowd as Wild is just staring at him with a serious look on his face. The referee calls both men into the middle of the ring and gave them last minute instructions. The ref asks both men to step back into their respective corners as he asked the timekeeper to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Odom and Wild walk into the middle of the ring. Both men circle each other. They lock in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Wild quickly places T.O. in a headlock. T.O. tries to power out but Wild only stiffens the hold more. Wild sweeps T.O.’s right leg bringing him to one knee. The crowd is totally behind T.O. as they rally him to break the hold. Wild has T.O. in a headlock for a good 10 seconds when T.O. powers out of the hold Irish whipping Wild. Wild comes back and hits T.O. with a shoulder block that takes T.O. down to the mat. Wild runs again to hit the ropes. T.O. drops down as Wild jumps over him. Wild bounces off to the ropes at the other side of the ring as T.O. hurriedly gets to his feet. Wild returns but got caught by a standing dropkick from T.O. which brought Wild down to the mat. T.O. plays with the crowd as the crowd goes nuts.
T.O. grabs Wild by the head helping him up. Wild is one knee when he started to punch T.O. in the gut. T.O. retaliates by kneeing Wild in the gut. T.O. places Wild in between his leg setting up for a powerbomb. Wild powers out by back body dropping T.O. down to the mat. Wild then starts to give T.O. the boot as T.O. swiftly crawls into the bottom rope. The referee holds Wild back to break it. T.O. gets to his feet and he’s standing by the ring apron. Wild runs towards him but T.O. caught him with his shoulders to the midsection. Wild is writhing in pain as T.O. eyes him up. T.O. jumps up to the top rope awaiting for Wild to turn around. Wild turns around and T.O. goes airborne. T.O.’s boots connects with Wild’s chest as T.O. hits him with a top rope dropkick that sent both men down to the mat. T.O. is quickly to get up as he goes for the cover. The referee drops down to the mat to count but it only gets the two count.
Wild quickly gets to his feet as he starts hammering the kneeling T.O. with several closed fist punches. Wild picks T.O. up and Irish whips him to the corner. Wild runs towards him and hits him with a decapitating lariat. Wild picks T.O. up and leans him to the turnbuckle. Wild then hammers him with stiff knife edge chops to the chest. We can see T.O.’s cheese turning blue as Wild is now hammering him with lefts and rights. T.O. reverses one of it and begins to fight back with a series of hard fists of its own. Wild fights back as he throws some of his own punches too as we have a slugfest in our hands. Wild turns the tide with a knee to the mid section that sent T.O. on one knee as Wild badmouths the crowd who are showering him with jeers.
Wild picks T.O. up helping him to get to his feet. Wild locks him in bearhug. T.O. screams in agony as Wild tightens the hold. T.O. tries to fight back by hammering Wild’s face but Wild quickly reacts by throwing him overhead for a belly-to-belly suplex. T.O. lands to the mat HARD. Wild cockily walks over to him and puts his foot on top of T.O. for the pin. The referee drops down to the mat for the count but T.O. quickly gets his shoulder up.
Wild picks him up helping him up once again. He starts hammering him with several closed fist punches while he’s on his knees. T.O. doesn’t know where he is as his eyes look so distant. Wild helps him to his vertical base as he quickly Irish whips him to the corner. T.O. collides with the turnbuckle. Wild runs towards him but T.O. moves out of the way and Wild collides with the turnbuckle as well. T.O. starts kicking him in the gut. He then climbs up the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd. T.O. begins hammering Wild with fist as the crowd counts each punch. Wild counters it by lifting T.O. and dropping him in the middle of the ring with a powerbomb. Both men are lying on the mat. Wild is the first one to regain his senses as he quickly rose up. T.O. finally regains his senses as he is now crawling on the mat as Wild stalks him. T.O. gets to his feet and turns. Wild kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for the Suicide Drop. Wild lifts T.O. but T.O. slides down and reverses the Suicide Drop into a Reverse DDT as the fans are now on their feet.
T.O. quickly goes for the pin but Wild kicks out in the nick of time. Both men get to their feet at the same time. T.O. kicks Wild in the midsection and hurled him up on his shoulders. T.O. throws Wild to the turnbuckle first face then stalks him. T.O. catches Wild with the spinebuster to complete the maneuver he calls the “Lights Out”. T.O. is now fired up as he pumps the crowd signaling for the “Eazy Duz It”. T.O. picks Wild up but Wild powers out and rakes T.O.’s eyes. T.O. cries in pain as he turns his back on Wild. Wild hooks both T.O.’s arms up and turns him dropping him with a facebreaker he calls “The Depressor”. Wild covers him but T.O. managed to kickout.
Disappointment starts to sink in to Wild as he once again signal for the “Suicide Drop”. He picks T.O. up but T.O. powers out and hits a shuffle side kick out of nowhere that sent Wild hurling down to the mat. Wild is on the canvas as T.O. signals for the corner. The crowd is on their feet cheering for T.O. T.O. runs up to the turnbuckle turning himself facing Wild. T.O. pumps up the crowd as he goes airborne executing a 450 splash. He lands on top of Wild but the impact sent him bouncing back to the ring. He struggles to get to his feet as a hooded man jumps across the guardrail holding a chair. He quickly gets in to the ring and wasted anytime as he bashes T.O. with the steel chair. The referee quickly calls for the bell as the hooded man continues to slaughter Terrell Odom with the steel chair as the crowd fills the ring with debris. Security are running towards the ring as the hooded man quickly slides out of the ring and jumps the guardrail and runs for safety. Wild regains his senses as he gets to his feet and looks confused at what has happened. The referee hands him his Hybrid Title back but declares Terrell Odom the winner due to a disqualification. Wild walks over the knockout T.O. and stares at him before holding his Hybrid Title up.
Winner: Terrell Odom via Disqualifiction.
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