Post by Darin Zion on Apr 5, 2014 16:42:43 GMT -5
PWX Adrenaline 16:
“The Monday Night Wars: Reborn”
ARC Center
Valparaiso, Indiana
Monday, January 4th 2009
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“Fight Like This” by Decyfer Down blares throughout the whole arena as the fans got up to their seats in anticipation. PWX Executive Producer Jason Paul Olesen comes out from the back to the delight of the fans. He then makes his way to the ring slapping some hands along the way before stopping by the announcer’s table. He then greets both Chris Caudill and Ricky Cravate before asking Alexis Lace a live microphone. He then proceeds to ascend the ring steps and on to the ring apron. He then enters the ring in between the top and bottom rope. He then walks over to the center of the ring as the crowd continues to shower him with cheers. He then raises his index finger up to his mouth to hush the crowd. The cheering dies down as he clears his throat before speaking.
JPO: What’s going on Valparaiso?
The crowd pops upon hearing that. JPO smiles as he looks around the whole arena filled with sea of people who came from different points of the Midwest just to witness a REAL pro wrestling event and not some Sports Entertainment bullshit. He then hushes them again as he continues.
JPO: First of all, welcome to the first Adrenaline of the year 2010.
He pauses as the crowd pops again. The cheering dies down again as he continues.
JPO: You see while some two companies are trying to vie for Monday Night supremacy by inviting their washed ups has beens to their show and focus on them and totally disregard the younger talent and in-ring action altogether. We here at PWX are doing the EXACT opposite of that. You see tonight, you will not only see some of the greatest and up-and-coming pro wrestler in the world. You will also SEE the GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING matches in the world here tonight as we…
Suddenly “4 Words” by Bullet for My Valentine hits the PA system as the “Black Market Hero” John Pariah makes his way to the ring. He then slides in to the ring meeting JPO in the middle. JPO smiles at him but Pariah just snatches the microphone out of his hand to the surprise of JPO.
Pariah: I’m sorry to interrupt Jason… But there is really something that I need to get off my chest!
The crowd is quiet as they anticipate Pariah’s every word. JPO encourages Pariah to say whatever it is he wants to say. After several seconds, Pariah continues.
Pariah: Lilith I know you’re back there! I know you’ve been trying to avoid me! I know you’re not answering my calls on purpose! But Lilith I have the right to know right now why the hell are you acting like this?
The crowd still doesn’t know how to react as we can see the rage, confusion and sadness on Pariah’s face as he continues.
Pariah: See Lilith… I’m not leaving here until you come out. Until you tell me what’s going on! I’m going to be here Lilith. I’m going to wait. So you better come out here right now and tell me because I really need to know. I need to hear it from you! Come on Lilith!
“Angel’s Don’t Kill” by Children of Bodom suddenly reprises as Lilith comes out from the back. She has a microphone in hands. She then makes her way to the ring. She then ascends the steel steps and enters the ring via the bottom and the middle rope. She then walks into the center of the ring and meets John Pariah face to face.
Lilith: John…
Lilith cant hardly look at John as John is trying to catch Lilith’s eyes. John then holds Lilith by the chin as he slowly adjusts her face for them to be face to face.
Pariah: Tell me Lilith… Why are you acting like this? Why decide to leave me out of nowhere? What is going on? Tell me Lilith… It’s been killing me… I need to know…
Lilith: John… I’m pregnant…
John’s face lightens up a bit with what Lilith just said.
Pariah: You’re pregnant and yet you’re leaving me? Why? Are you afraid that I’m not going to be a good father? Is that what you are afraid of? Lilith, I can be a good father.
John holds Lilith’s hand.
Pariah: Let me prove it to you… Please don’t leave me… We can raise the child together… I promise you that I will be there for the baby every step of the way… If you want… I’ll even retire from wrestling just to show you that I’m really into this baby thing…
Lilith places her hand on John’s cheek. She caresses it as she looks deep into John’s eyes.
Lilith: John... I know you'll be a good father... I can see it when you're taking care of Jason's son... But John...
There's a long pause as Lilith continues to caress John's face. She then lets go of it before turning her back to John. John walks toward her as John places both his hands to Lilith's shoulders. John slowly turns Lilith around as we can see that tears are pouring from her eyes.
Pariah: What’s wrong? What’s going on?
Lilith: John… I cheated on you…
Pariah: What??
Lilith couldn’t stop crying as she releases herself from John’s grasps. John drops to his knees as he couldn’t believe what Lilith just said. There’s a very long pause between the two as Lilith turns her back to John again while she cries. Lilith turns around to face John again.
Lilith: You’re not the father of this baby John… It’s…
Suddenly “Battle On” by War of Ages blares throughout the whole arena and out comes Tyler Graves. Tyler walks directly to the ring before sliding in to it. John looks so surprise as he slowly gets to his feet. Lilith is shaking her head shouting “what are you doing here” to Tyler. Tyler goes to the corner and asks for a microphone from Alexis Lace. Alexis handed Tyler a microphone before Tyler walks towards where John and Lilith are.
Lilith: Tyler what are you doing here? I told you I’m going to handle this.
Tyler: I don’t want to see you get all the fall Lilith. In fact, since I’m the man, I think I should be the one to tell John about this.
John is still confused as he asks both what’s going on. He then turns to Lilith and asks her what’s going on. Lilith is still crying as she tries to think of a way to say what’s really is going on.
Tyler: First of all, John… I need you to have a clear mind about this and do not let anger dictate how you react…
Lilith: No Tyler… Stay out of this… I can handle this…
Tyler turns to Lilith.
Tyler: No. I wouldn’t let you take the fall. This is between me and John. Lilith just go back to the back.
Pariah: Wait… I don’t really understand this… What is going on? Lilith tell me…
Lilith continues to cry as Tyler is trying to calm Pariah down who seems like slowly figuring it out. Lilith suddenly raises the microphone to her face.
Lilith: TYLER IS THE FATHER OF THE BABY I’M CARRYING!
John’s face becomes so enraged as he looks at Tyler who is trying to explain to him. We can see the anger in John’s eyes when suddenly blast Tyler with the microphone. John then mounts Tyler and begun hammering with the same microphone until we can see that Tyler is busted wide open. Lilith tries to stop John but John just shoved her aside. We can now see a battalion of referees and security running towards the ring as they attempt to pull John Pariah off of the bloodied Tyler Graves. They managed to pull John off of Tyler before they escort him out of the ring. Lilith then checks on the bloodied Tyler as the John shouts at Tyler that this is just the beginning of his life in hell. EMTs then rushes towards the ring to check on Tyler. They then picked Tyler back up and help him out of the ring and on to the back as the crowd is left in awe.
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The Empire of Blood (Darin Zion and Wild) v. Jay Price and Brett Adams
“Crawl” by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and Darin Zion enters the ring first. He waits for a second before “Indestructable” by Disturbed hits the PA system. However; Wild does not show up, to the surprise of Darin Zion. Zion picks up the microphone and says that he does not need Wild to beat Jay Price and Brett Adams; he could beat them both alone.
Ricky: “Zion’s pretty gutsy calling out Jay Price and Brett Adams. I hate the guy; but man is he writing a check his ass cannot cash.”
Chris: “Sure, but Zion’s been on fire since he’s drop his mask. It’s almost as if Hollywood as brought back the old Darin Zion from the grave.”
Ricky: “I doubt that; I actually like this Darin Zion a lot better than the old one. He seems more focused.”
“Lights, Camera, Packing” hits the arena and Jay Price enters and carries out a microphone. He waits at the entrance ramp awaiting Brett Adams to enter the arena. Jay smiles as if he has the upper hand; however, JPO walks from out of the back with a microphone. Jay Price looks at him disheartened.
JPO: “Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that both of your tag team partners were on board the same plane that Tyler Boyd and Xtreme Dream were on. Unfortunately, we not only have to cancel the Next Generation Championship/Legends Cup qualifier, but we will have to cancel your match as well.”
The arena erupts with an enormous “We want Boyd, Xtreme Dream” and a “This sucks cock” chant. Suddenly, we see Darin Zion exit the ring and grab a microphone.
Zion: “Oh no, JPO, you’re not canceling my match with Jay Price this evening. I want to beat his ass up for what he and Brian Hollywood did to me last week. Jay Price does not deserve to get a ‘night off,’ he deserves to have his ass handed to him on a silver platter, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Darin Zion. In fact; I demand this week; you allow Price and I to duke it out in a No Disqualification match. I want to make sure that Price does not walk out of here in one piece tonight.”
The crowd immediately erupts into a “Zion/Price” chant.
JPO: “Fair enough, Zion. Since I like you so much; I will grant your request. It makes the fans really happy.”
Price’s face drops after the match is announced. The crowd starts chanting “Price, You’re dead” chant. However, before JPO walks off; he lifts the microphone up and continues.
JPO: “However Zion, while I do like to make the fans happy; we have to be fair to the wrestlers. And since we do have one spot left in the Legends Cup free since our wrestlers are stuck; I want to award Jay Price one last chance for him to qualify for the Legends Cup. If he wins against you Zion; he will be the final participant into the 2010 Legends Cup.”
Price sadistically smiles as JPO walks off screen. A referee runs out and immediately calls for the bell. Jay Price runs into the ring and attempts to tackle Zion, however, Zion grabs Jay Price’s arm immediately from the get go and Crippler Crossface. Jay Price immediately starts to reel in pain as Zion forcefully locks in the submission maneuver.
Chris: “I think Zion’s pretty pissed off that JPO would give Jay Price a second chance opportunity to enter the Legends Cup.”
Ricky: “Zion’s been dreaming of winning the Legends Cup after he barely lost his first Legends Cup outing to former PWX Champion and Legends Cup winner Kenji.”
Chris: “Yes, and that plus Zion’s grudge for Hollywood will surely fuel him to make sure he has one less competitor into this tournament.”
Ricky: “But Jay Price is just as hungry; and with the motivation of Brian Hollywood; he’s sure to upset Zion here tonight.”
After a few seconds, Price immediately rolls out of the submission maneuver and rebounds towards his feet. He immediately jumps and Round House Kicks Zion in the face. As Zion hits the floor pretty hard; the crowd erupts with a “You Suck!” Chant. Jay Price rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair.
Ricky: “Awesome, Price is already making an opportunity by grabbing the steel chair. I love No DQ matches!”
Chris: “Yes, but we could see one him knock Darin Zion back into 2006-07.”
Ricky: “Oh no, you don’t mean!”
Chris: “Yes, you’d get your favorite Zion back!”
As Darin Zion stands back to his feet; Jay Price immediately tosses the steel chair into Darin Zion; however, Zion catches the chair. Jay Price immediately counters Darin’s counter by going for a Spinning Wheel Kick and connects to Darin Zion’s face. Zion immediately falls stiffly down to the ground. Jay Price grabs the steel chair and signals to the crowd; who immediately boo him as he positions the chair under his backside.
Chris: “Oh my God! Jay Price is going to hit a leg drop with the chair.”
Ricky: “This one’s going to hurt!”
As Price jumps up with the steel chair; Zion immediately rolls out of the way. Jay Price connects with the steel chair and immediately grabs his butt. Zion runs into the turnbuckle and immediately nails a Lionsault on Jay Price. He goes for the cover.
One…
Tw…
Jay Price immediately kicks out of the pinfall, not allowing Zion to get a two count. Darin Zion picks up the steel chair and sits himself into position; waiting for Jay Price to stand up. As Price gets back to his legs Zion immediately charges him and lays him out with the steel chair. Price wobbles for a moment before Flair flopping down onto the ground.
Chris: “What a sick thud to the skull of Jay Price.”
Ricky: “That definitely had to shake the brains of Brian Hollywood’s crony!”
Darin Zion pulls Jay Price into the turnbuckle and sets up the chair up over Price’s face. Zion immediately climbs the opposite turnbuckle and signals for a Van Dam Terminator.
Chris: “Shades of Rob Van Dam!”
Crowd: “ECW, ECW, ECW!”
Ricky: “Holy shit; Zion’s about to pull off something pretty amazing!”
Darin Zion leaps from the turnbuckle and immediately connects to Price. Darin Zion smiles as Jay Price slides backwards; he then slides out of the ring and picks up a table. A “we want tables” chant immediately fills the arena as Darin Zion slides the table into the ring and sets it up into the turnbuckle. He Irish Whips Jay Price into the table and sets up for a spear. As he charges the table; Jay Price stands up and pushes Zion through the table.
Crowd: “Holy shit, Holy shit!”
Chris: “That just stopped any momentum Darin Zion had during this match.”
Ricky: “You do have to give it to Price; he’s been through a lot during this match.”
Jay Price immediately picks Darin Zion up and moves him over towards the steel chair. Price signals for the Sweet Redemption and immediately lands it across the steel chair. Suddenly we see a bit of blood dropping from Darin Zion’s face.
Ricky: “I’m glad the referee’s allow blood in our matches!”
Chris: “Yes, it makes us look so much better than our competition tonight!”
Ricky: “This will put us at 10.0 ratings; we will definitely beat Raw and Monday Night football.”
Chris: “Don’t hold your breath!”
Ricky: “It was a joke!”
Jay Price immediately goes for the cover. The referee drops down, lifts his hand, and begins the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE….
Ricky: “Shit, Zion kicked out!”
Chris: “Amazing; when Zion talks that pain is his friend; he’s not joking.”
Ricky: “Jay Price better be worrying now!”
Jay Price grabs his head and immediately starts arguing with the referee. He pushes the referee a few times before turning his attention back to Darin Zion. Before Price turns around, we see Darin Zion jump back to his feet and motion to be quiet. As Jay Price turns around; Zion picks him up and lands “The Masking” in return on Jay Price. However, Zion does not cover him; he immediately walks out of the ring and attempts to grab more weapons.
Chris: “Why did Zion cover Price?”
Ricky: “I’m guessing he wants Price to feel more pain.”
Crowd: “This is awesome *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*”
Zion immediately throws a trash can, a fire extinguisher, and a kendo stick into the ring. He then slides back into the ring and picks Jay Price up. He lands a picture perfect Belly to Belly Suplex upon Jay Price and Price lands back first into the trash can. Darin Zion then grabs the kendo stick and starts to wail upon Jay Price.
Ricky: “Man, look at those welts Zion’s leaving on Price.”
Chris: “However, it will only fuel Price.”
The kendo stick immediately shatters and Darin Zion throws the kendo stick out into the crowd. Darin reaches down and holds grabs the fire extinguisher. He waits for Price to get back to his feet; however, as Price stands up, he slides out of the ring. Zion drops the fire extinguisher and rushes out after Price. As Price reaches under the ring for a weapon; Zion grabs Price by the trunks and tosses him face first into the steel stairs.
Chris: “Wow, Zion’s being merciless upon Jay Price.”
Ricky: “Yeah, who would have thought the weirdo would beat up such a great young competitor.”
Zion goes into the ring and retrieves the steel chair as the referee slides outside of the ring. Jay Price grabs the steel stairs and attempts to get back up. As the referee walks over to the stairs to check on Price; Zion swings the chair, misses Price, and connects with the referee’s head.
Crowd: “Zion rules! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*”
Ricky: “There goes a referee!”
Chris: “Looks like Zion and Price are going for the record of taking out referees. So far Zion and Hollywood set it the record at 3.”
Ricky: “I doubt they’ll repeat it!”
Jay Price and Darin Zion immediately go back into the ring. As Price and Zion exchange blows; Zion immediately kicks Price in the stomach and lands the “Requiem Lock.” Jay Price immediately screams in pain and starts tapping out. The crowd immediately starts erupting.
Chris: “Zion’s beat Price again! Zion’s done it!”
Ricky: “No, there’s no referee out there yet.”
Suddenly, Brian Hollywood comes running down the entrance to a chorus of boos. Brian Hollywood kicks Zion in the stomach and breaks up the hold. Darin Zion immediately comes to; with blood dripping down his face. He eyes Hollywood and they stare before they immediately exchange blows.
Ricky: “Why did Hollywood come out here?”
Chris: “This is only going to hurt his chances at walking out with the PWX Championship later tonight.”
Ricky: “But it does help out his fellow Legion members! This definitely could be a way to have the Legion return the favor later tonight in Hollywood’s quest to retain the PWX Championship against Jackson.”
Hollywood slides outside of the ring and immediately starts running away. Zion starts to chase Hollywood around the ring. As Hollywood runs; he slides a pair of brass knuckles into the ring. Price, who continuously grabs his neck, grabs the brass knuckles and slips them onto his hand. Another referee runs down the entrance ramp as Hollywood slips out into the crowd. Zion stops, punches the guard rail while Hollywood flashes him the evil smile. Jay Price stands up and taunts Zion, slipping the brass knuckles out of Zion’s sight.
Chris: “I don’t think Zion knows what’s coming!”
Ricky: “However, I think Jay Price may have outsmarted Darin Zion.”
Chris: “I sure hope not!”
As Zion slides into the ring and stands up; Jay Price immediately lands a punch square into Zion’s face. Zion immediately falls back and hits the canva Price walks around the ring taunting. The referee immediately starts counting to 10.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
Crowd: “This is bullshit! This is bullshit!”
Chris: “I don’t think Zion will make back to his feet in time.”
Ricky: “I sure hope not! Jay Price just used his alliance with Hollywood to trump Darin Zion once again! A brilliant move I must say.”
Chris: “Yeah, for a loser!”
6…
7…
8…
9…
Darin Zion immediately makes it back to his feet and the crowd erupts. Brian Hollywood’s jaw drops before he continues his way to the back. Jay Price immediately drops the brass knuckles and clotheslines Darin. Darin gets back to his feet only to be met with another clothesline. As Darin stands back up, Jay Price lands a German suplex upon Darin Zion. Zion grabs his head as Jay Price locks in a headlock.
Crowd: “Let’s go Zion! Let’s go Zion!”
After a few seconds of being locked into the hold; Darin Zion immediately powers out of the hold and brawls the Price. They exchange blows before Price attempts to go for a Roundhouse Kick. However, Darin Zion grabs his foot and immediately locks him into an ankle lock. Jay Price passes out after a few seconds of Zion locking in the lock and pulling it harder.
Chris: “This has turned out to be quite the clinic!”
Ricky: “That’s surprising of a Zion match!”
The referee immediately starts to count the KO:
1…
2…
3…
Darin Zion grabs a steel chair and climbs up turnbuckle. He holds it into position. Jay Price immediately keeps trying to stand up, but he cannot.
4…
5…
Ricky: “He’s setting up for the Rapture Leg Drop. No one’s ever kicked out of that move!”
Chris: “Price better think quickly before Zion jumps.”
Price gets back to his knees. The crowd erupts as Zion signals for the move. He then jumps off of the turnbuckle.
Ricky: “This is it! Price is finished!”
Price immediately dodges the move and allows Darin to connect with the chair. As Zion rolls over; Price rolls him up in a school boy and grabs the tights and puts his feet on the ropes. The referee immediately walks over and starts to count the fall.
Chris: “He’s cheating; he’s cheating! He cannot do that!”
Ricky: “It’s a NoDQ match genius! He can do whatever it takes to win the damn fall. Do I have to explain that to you! You’re the play-by-play guy!”
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Price immediately slides out of the ring as Zion falls to the canvas and smacks it a few times. Price runs out towards the entrance ramp as Zion throws his fit. The referee raises his hand.
Alexis: “Here’s your winner of the match and the last qualifier for the 2010 PWX Legends Cup; Jay Price!”
Brian Hollywood walks out from the back and gives Jay Price his approval. As Price makes it back to the entrance ramp, both Hollywood and Price point and laugh at the disappointed Zion.
Chris: “This has to fuel Darin Zion more as Brian’s protégé pulls off the upset.”
Ricky: “Oh, I bet too! And now Jay Price has the opportunity of a lifetime. He can win the 2010 Legends Cup and make his teacher proud.”
Chris: “If you can call it that!”
Winner and 2010 Legends Cup Qualifier: Jay Price
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We cut to backstage where a small hand is seen reaching towards a gold centreplate, which on inspection, reads to tell us that it is the original Global Hybrid Championship. The camera pulls backwards to show a child, female, with blonde hair, trying to pick up said belt, and straining a little bit as she attempts to lift it. "Ah...ah...heavy!" She yells, and pulls another face as she at least manages to lift it to the height of her stomach, which can't be anymore than about a foot above the ground. A hand reaches out and places it on her shoulder before bracing her with their free hand and as the camera pulls back further, the image of Jeremiah Belmont is shown to be the one bracing the little girl. "Val take a picture!"
Valerie: You two are mad, do you know that?
As she asks that, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, snapping quickly at the pair on the floor.
Valerie: Chloe's first title happens to be one her dad retired! And it looks like we have company, too!
Jeremiah looked up and saw the form of a man standing in their locker room and tilted his head to the side.
Jeremiah: New blood?
Man: I'm Shawn Lester...
Jeremiah: Well Shawn, just stand to the side, ask your silly little questions, and we will answer them as best as we can, K?"
Shawn sighed having heard of the out beat and often off the wall antics of Jeremiah but stood to the side as he was asked and looked over at Valerie.
Shawn: I figure I can start with this one. Who are you and how do you know the Enigma of pro wrestling, Jeremiah?
Valerie arches an eyebrow at Shawn, and shakes her head.
Valerie: Apparently someone was totally absent from anything last week! Valerie Belmont...Jeremiah's wife.
The girl pipes up at this point.
Girl: Me Chloe! He my daddy!
Jeremiah smiled, kissing Chloe's cheek.
Shawn: Fair enough, now we know that Jeremiah has moved on in the Legends Cup after his recent... victory over Thor; but many people are saying he went too far by ending that man's career.
Jeremiah: I did no such thing, Shawn. His own stupidity ended his career... and my boot.
Valerie rolls her eyes and laughs.
Valerie: You had the boot replaced in three hours, stop complaining!
Jeremiah smirked at this as he pulled his title off of Chloe and placed it over his own shoulder and let his daughter play with her toys.
Shawn: Ok, now I remember you! You are the girl that locked in that sick submission on Lilith last week!
Valerie: Better late than never!
At this point, Chloe looks up and grins.
Chloe: Dat move's cool! Me wanna do it!
Jeremiah: I have no doubt you can do it!
Taking this as some kind of egging on, Chloe picks up a doll, a little bit taller than her, and puts it on the floor, and goes to try and lock on the Spider Twist, much too the amusement of her parents. Valerie walks over to Chloe and helps her out, wrapping her arms and legs around the dolls neck appropriately.
Valerie: You trying to make your doll tap out, Chloe?
Chloe: Yep!
Valerie looks up at Jeremiah, and after a few seconds, lifts the doll's hand and pounds it against the ground.
Valerie: Oh look! Chloe won!
Jeremiah: Good job, Chloe baba!
Shawn tapped his hand against his leg at the sight of this but showed no sign of being annoyed... at least not yet.
Shawn: As I have already mentioned here, Jeremiah took out Thor with that dangerous Rapture of his; basically breaking Thor's neck in two places and we dont know if Thor will ever wrestle again; do you not care about that?
Jeremiah: he signed the contract... he knew the risks.
Valerie: At the end of the day, you get into that ring, each and every time you put your own health, career and your sanity on the line. When things go wrong, it's because you took a calculated risk, and it didn't pay out in your favour. Thor's broken neck is his own fault.
Jeremiah: She's right Shawn; much like if I was to get hurt; I would not blame my opponent for it. I knew what I was getting into when I signed the contract.
Valerie shakes her head, and then tilts it slightly as Chloe climbs up Jeremiah and sits on his shoulders, before tilting to the side and trying to put Twisted Consequence on her dad.
Valerie: Chloe, no.
With that, much to he child's clear disdain, Valerie lifts her from Jeremiah's shoulders, and Chloe goes back to playing with her toys.
Shawn: What can we except from you two here in PWX? We all know Jeremiah's intentions are winning the Legend's Cup and taking back what he claims is his... but what are your plans, Valerie?
Valerie: We'll see what happens right now. I'd say be the best of the girls...but that's kinda hard when you're the only one.
Chloe: I girl!
Valerie: Yes, Chloe. You're a girl, but you're too young to wrestle. For now...we'll see where it goes. And that can only be up right now!
Jeremiah: Such modesty... if I had my way; she'd be Next Gen champion and I'd have my global hybrid title back where it belongs and we would show PWX what true wrestling domination is all about.
Valerie shaks her head.
Valerie: I'm the rookie here, love. Not you.
Chloe: Mama, does Raptoor hurt?
Valerie: Yes, Chloe. Rapture hurts. I still owe Liam for that one...
Shawn looked confused as little Chloe smiled at her mother before looking at her doll.
Jeremiah: Any more questions, Shawn?
Shawn: Yes, if you had to guess, who do you want to face next round in the Legend's cup?
Jeremiah: It doesnt matter who it is... I'll beat them.
Valerie: damn right you will!
As the three were speaking, Chloe has waked over to her doll and stood it up at full height. With a grin, she let out a cry and her foot connected with the doll. Chloe slips and falls over, landing on her backside, but crawls over to the doll and lays across it. Jeremiah dives Jeremiah dives towards the doll and his daughter and checks the shoulders before slapping the floor three times!
Jeremiah: Jeremiah dives towards the doll and his daughter and checks the shoulders before slapping the floor three times!
Jeremiah: Here is your winner via pinfall.... Chloe Belmont!
Chloe: Yay! ME good rassla!!!
Valerie: Aye, you're that. Now here's what I wanna know. How does a three-year-old know how to superkick?
Shawn: From watching her father's matches too many times?
Jeremiah: Or it could be the fact she's a wrestling prodigy!
Chloe: Me smart!
Valerie: I'm willing to bet a mixture. Shawn, do you have anything else you wanna ask? I'm not comfortable with the idea of my daughter getting airtime.
Shawn: Just any final things you wish to say to the PWX fans?
Valerie winks, and smirks at the camera, but says nothing.
Jeremiah: Welcome to our masterpiece... welcome to the massacre!
Jeremiah smirked as he kissed his wife's cheek then did the same with Chloe. Chloe grins to the camera and waves frantically, and we cut back to ringside.
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Earlier today.
Ding.
Hilton Hotels. God, they are so fucking delightful to make suite in. Down the hallway of the forty-fifth floor, the camera scrolled upward from the Chuck Taylor’s, creased up Dickie’s as Terrell Odom was revealed, seated as he applied a fuse to the fresh deadhead. He grasped the Hybrid Championship over his right shoulder, tapping the solid twenty four karats that he’d defend later today. Rising his aching frame from the chair. Folding it up. Carrying it along in his left hand as he began to waltz down the hallway.
Terrell Odom: Another night in the life of a paper champion…
Laughing hysterically at his own jokes, he drug from the cigarette; peering an lofty eye at the camera.
Terrell Odom: I won’t take that for a grain of salt. That could so very well be possible, but I still show that this scrap of shit I hold over this shoulder right now doesn’t make me. I could go there tonight, and lay down for Ben Stevens to get it off of my hands, but I decided to make this belt something more… legitimate. These past chumps that have held this belt, Pariah included, can’t account for the pain and affliction I’ve put in a Pro Wrestling X since I have been here. Where’s the slack? Bow down to the false prophet of this company Tyler Graves, and give me the cold fucking shoulder.
Snarling under his breath. He took a look at his belt, before returning the devious expressions toward the rolling scripts.
Terrell Odom: Hah! Blasphemy! Smite him. Pull out the fucking noose for degrading such a respectable stalwart. Tyler Graves used to be a guy I respected in this company until I saw just how credible his words can be. Has my back, really? How much I have let you all run over me since my time in Pro Wrestling X, as if I am the bad guy? Have I thrown an axe at you, raped your wives? I might have desensitized myself to the company plenty of times after being the ‘insurance’ for this company that was falling to the hands of NCW, but please don’t put me at the bottom of the barrel. Act as if I am some thin-skinned bitch that has been going on PMS rants to just get attention. It takes much more than that to get around in this company. I know that. Talk is cheap.
He stopped for a small moment, a sheepishly grin marking his face as his eyes began to set on the distance ahead of him. Carrying on as he took another drag from the cigarette.
Terrell Odom: But regardless of how you feeble ass minded people feel… I am more legit than some people around here. You take a look at Brad Jackson, and what do you see? A battered man that has trouble getting out of his bed every morning, better yet perform at a natural state anymore. You put the spotlight on him though, right? Put the spotlight on Brian Hollywood, a guy that couldn’t even get through the likes of fucking Jake Reed but two months ago. Lets make him a champion though since he is good at sucking ass. That makes everything a lot better anymore, right? Man whores are casted to the top anymore in this company that Jay is running anymore, while the ceiling scrapers, and gristly hardasses that bust their ass off in the ring night in and night out are left floating around; just shit in the toilet.
Shaking his head, he made a stop toward a solitary door on the right wing of the hallway, about ten steps from where he stood. Dragging from the cigarette once, he made a turn towards the door. Dropping the cigarette to the floor below him, he the lens began to clarify on focus of the replica mahogany door.
Terrell Odom: But what do you do, kids? Want to become big time, rise to the top with an iron fist? You want your face on a box of Wheaties, you gotta do more to get that attention.
A slight grin on his face, his head without hesitation turns toward the door behind him.
BANG!
The door is suddenly falls of the hinges, Odom bumrushing the room to a startled XTreme Dream, who is seated, cell phone up to his ear. Looking upward to where the commotion is. Mouth gaping open, eyebrows cocked in surprise as he has no time to react at a chair that is slammed into his dome. Terrell instantly goes into a vile state, slamming the chair constantly over a fallen Dream, one… twice… three times… four… nonstop fury as he lets the chair drop after five afflictive thwacks. He lifts Dream up. But hell, Dream’s been in this hardcore shit for way too long, and gets a rake in on the face of Odom, hitting him over the back of the neck. Agh. Ugh. Grunts of pain are exchanged over the two as they began grappling over a dresser drawer; Dream taking the advantage. Dream takes a hand off of Terrell though, and reaches into his pant pocket to pick out what looks to be a pocket knife. Flipping it open, as he brings his hand back up to Odom, whom gets the strength to smack the butt end of the knife into Dream’s nose.
Odom then picks up a half full glass of Tequila that was resting over the dresser head, and whacks that shit right into the face of Dream. Alcohol, glass, and a single worm go airborne as Dream falls on the bed screaming in ailing pain. Odom then takes the chair he had thrown down, and gives a whack to the head of Dreams. He’s still standing. Another whack. Dream’s like the fucking Terminator! Odom slings the chair back again and gives his final shot to Dream as he falls to the ground. Exhaling. Panting as his eyes burned of dark fire, staring down at the fallen Next Generation Champion.
Terrell Odom: Like I said, talk is cheap… motherfucker.
Match 2: Devon Poole vs. Red Dragon
Poole and Dragon lock up in the ring, and Poole shoots Dragon into the ropes. He comes back with a hard spinebuster-and levels the young gun with it. He quickly rolls into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
He rolls to the floor and smirks, making a belt motion as the bell rings and his music hits.
Chris: Well that was quick.
Ricky: Gotta have the obligatory Goldberg squash. We’re in the middle of the Monday Night Wars!
Chris: It’s not 1997 Ricky…
Ricky: When I flipped to Spike TV, it sure looked that way to me.
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Match 3: Ben Stevens vs. Terrell Odom
The bell rings and Terrell is quickly going to work with Stevens. He takes him down with a clothesline and a quick elbow to the face. Terrell gets back up and repeats the elbow drop a few times again. He drops for a quick cover.
1....
2....
KICKOUT!
Ben powers out of the pinfall attempt. Terrell stands him back up and starts striking some hard chops to the chest of Stevens. He then launches him towards the ropes as he prepares to intercept him. Stevens bounces off the ropes and comes back and strikes Terrell by grabbing his head and forcing into his knee. This sends Terrell down to the mat as Stevens goes for the cover.
1.....
2......
....KICKOUT!
Now Terrell powers out just before the 3 count. He shakes off the attack to his head as he starts to stand up. Stevens heads to the top rope and waits for Terrell to get completely to his feet. Terrell finally gets to his feet as Stevens jumps off and takes Terrell back down with a drop kick to the face. Stevens goes for the cover again.
1.....
2.....
....KICKOUT!
Terrell barely kicks out as Stevens sits up and thinks. He stands up and violently picks up Terrell back to his feet. Terrell looks a bit dazed as Stevens bounces off the ropes and comes back and strikes Terrell with a bicycle kick. He drops down for another cover.
1...
2....
THR.....KICKOUT!
Stevens moves towards Terrell's legs and violently starts stomping against them. He rolls out of the ring and grabs Terrell's right leg and strikes it against the ring post. Stevens grabs his leg again and strikes it once again against the ring post. Terrell rolls in pain as he grabs his leg and crawls around in the ring. Stevens steps back in and strikes Terrell's leg some more. Stevens then drops down and locks Terrell in a figure four leg lock. Terrell is now scrambling in pain as he moves back and forth around the ring. His shoulders then rest on the ground and the ref begins the count again.
1....
2....
THR....KICKOUT!
Terrell raises his shoulders up from the mat as the pain to his leg gets worse and even more painful. Terrell tries to move towards the ropes but the pain is too much for Terrell as he just stops and once again rests his shoulders down on the mat. The ref once again makes the count.
1....
2....
THR....KICKOUT!
Terrell once again raises his shoulder up. He scrambles in pain some more not wanting to tap out. He looks at Stevens and then back down at his legs. Terrell then starts turning his legs and tries to reverse the move on Stevens. Just before he succeeds in doing that, Stevens stops the hold and gets back up and starts stomping his leg some more. He then moves towards Terrell's head and starts stomping right after right after right. The referee the starts the count on Stevens to pull off.
1
2
3
4
...before the ref can count to five, Stevens stops the assault on Terrell. He backs off and walks towards the turnbuckle. He waits a bit and then signals for the ONK. Terrell starts to make it to his feet as Stevens charges towards him. Terrell turns around as Stevens comes at him with the ONK but ducks and dodges it. Terrell then grabs Stevens and nails him with The Hypnotik taking Stevens out. Terrell quickly drops for the cover.
1....
2....
THREE!
The bell rings as Terrell slowly stands back up. The referee brings Terrell the Hybrid Championship as he raises Terrell's hand up in the air. Terrell raises his title up in the air as well as his music reprises as he leaves the ring.
WINNER: AND STILL PWX HYBRID CHAMPION, TERRELL ODOM
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JPO is seen in his office, pacing around infront of his desk.
JPO: So, Tyler Graves, the man who stood at my brothers side on his wedding night as his best man-has decided to stick himself where it doesn’t belong. Well that’s fine, because Tyler, I may have had you two pulled apart earlier-and that was to save you Tyler. You see, at New Horizons, it’s going to be you and John-one on one. And Tyler, for your sake, I hope God is feeling merciful, because I know John won’t!
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Main Event: Brian Hollywood vs. Jackson
Both men are in their respective corners. They both eye each other. Brian Hollywood talk trash but Jackson just looks at him with an intense set of eyes. The camera then focuses the PWX World Heavyweight title who is hanging twenty feet above the ring. The referee then asks for the bell to be ring and the time-keeper did so. Once the bell rung, Hollywood quickly slides out of the ring and walks towards the ladder picking it up.
Chris: Looks like Hollywood is looking to integrate the ladder early on into this match…
Ricky: And Jackson is his trail, Chris.
Jackson immediately follows him. Jackson walks towards Hollywood. He then grabs him and turns him around before hammering him with a stiff closed fist punches right into the kisser. Brian Hollywood staggers back as Jackson continue to hammer him with punches. Jackson then pulls Hollywood’s arm and Irish whips him to the guardrail. Jackson then charges towards Brian clotheslining him over the guardrail to the first row.
Ricky: Looks like Jackson is determined to regain his title here tonight.
Chris: I don’t blame Jackson. Though we may not like him and his ways, I don’t like the way Brian Hollywood stole the title from Jackson.
Jackson walks over to the ladder and picked it up. He then slid the ladder into the ring before sliding in himself. Meanwhile, Brian Hollywood is seen recovering on the first row as he struggle to get to his feet. He finally managed to get to his feet before he finds Jackson in the ring setting the ladder up. Hollywood struggles to get over the guardrail as we can see that Jackson is now slowly ascending the ladder. Hollywood finally was able to get himself over the guardrail dropping down ringside on his chest. He then quickly gets to his feet before running towards the ring apron and slides into the ring…
Chris: Jackson is now ascending to the ladder! Can Hollywood finally regains his sense in time to stop Jackson from grabbing the belt?
Ricky: There’s Hollywood! Hollywood just slid in to the ring! What is he going to do??
Brian clobbered Jackson in the back a couple of times that slightly derailed Jackson’s ascension. Brian then slid himself in between Jackson’s leg setting him up for the powerbomb but Jackson fights out of it by kicking Brian in the face twice. Brian staggered back as Jackson turns himself from the leader as he is now facing Brian Hollywood. Jackson then launches himself from the ladder into Brian Hollywood hitting him with a double axe handle that knocks both of them down to the mat.
Ricky: Hollywood attempted to powerbomb Jackson but the veteran in Jackson managed to find a way out of it. In return, Jackson sacrifices himself as he hits Hollywood with the double axe handle!
Jackson gets to his feet first. He then quickly walks over to Hollywood picking him up by the hair. He then hammers Hollywood with a couple of hard closed fist punches right into the chin before pulling his arm into an Irish whip and dropping Hollywood to the ladder face first via a drop toe hold. A small cut is seen on Hollywood’s face as Jackson then mounts him. Jackson then slaps him repeatedly after badmouthing him. Jackson then assaults Hollywood’s forehead as he tries to further more open the laceration. Blood is now starting to pour out from Brian’s wound after that brutal punches from Jackson.
Chris: My God… The match has just started and Brian Hollywood’s already busted open.
Ricky: What can you expect Chris? On matches that involved weapons such as ladder, bleeding is an inevitable thing.
Chris: Agreed.
Jackson then picks Brian Hollywood up before dropping him to the outside. Jackson then begins to ascend the ladder again as we now see Brian Hollywood struggling to get to his feet once again. Brian managed to get back to his vertical base using the apron as his leverage. Jackson continues his climb to the top when Brian finally slides into the ring. Brian then gets to his feet before clobbering Jackson a couple of times in the back before he slid himself in between Jackson’s legs setting him up for a powerbomb again…
Chris: Looks like Hollywood’s so determined of hitting that powerbomb. Can he managed to pull it off this time?
Jackson tries to fight once again by kicking Brian Hollywood but that doesn’t really rattle Hollywood as he still has Jackson in a powerbomb position. Brian then hammers Jackson in the gut a couple of times that weakens Jackson a little bit. Brian then drops Jackson from the ladder to the mat with a sitout powerbomb as the crowd goes wild.
Ricky: He finally did it! Brian Hollywood powerbombs Jackson from the ladder!
Chris: And just like that, the tempo of the match has been changed! Can the defending Champion managed to get his things together and climb the ladder??
Crowd A: Who Needs Bret!?
Crowd B: Who Needs Hogan?
Brian Hollywood gets to his feet. He then stomps Jackson a couple of times before he rolls Jackson out of the ring but Jackson managed to hold on to the bottom ropes. Hollywood then continues stomping him before walking away from him. Hollywood then circles the ladder before adjusting it so the belt it’s just literally above it. Brian then begun his ascend as Jackson is recovering on the opposite side of the ring. Brian slowly climbs the ladder as Jackson is struggling to get up to his feet using the ring ropes as leverage. He then finally get to his feet as he looks at Brian Hollywood who is now halfway up the ladder. Jackson then quickly enters the ring in between the middle and the top ropes before walking over to the ladder. Jackson then begins his ascend as well and before we knew it, Jackson and Hollywood are now face to face on top of the ladder approximately twenty feet in the air.
Chris: Brian Hollywood and Jackson are both on top of the ladder!
Ricky: This is dangerous Chris!
Chris: Who will be taking the proverbial fall?
Brian Hollywood and Jackson looks at each other before looking up to the title. Brian Hollywood then starts talking trash when Jackson suddenly slaps the piss out of his face. Brian then hits him back with a punch to the mouth. All hell breaks loose as a slugfest ensues twenty feet above the ring. Jackson throws a punch. Brian hits him back with a punch of his own. Jackson hits him again. Brian hits him with a forearm smash. Jackson hits Brian Hollywood with a European uppercut. Brian hits him with a chop to the chest. Jackson managed to turn things towards his way by poking Hollywood’s eyes that garnered him some heat from the crowd. Jackson then sets Brian Hollywood up for a T-Bone Suplex as the fans are on their feet.
Chris: Oh no! Is Jackson really going to do it? Is he going to T-Bone Suplex Brian Hollywood from up there??
Ricky: This is not going good for the defending champ Chris! If you can remember, the T-Bone Suplex is what took Ness out of PWX! Could Jackson be really thinking of taking out Brian Hollywood as well??
Brian Hollywood fights back by elbowing Jackson in the side of the head that caused Jackson to let go of the hold. Brian then continues the assault as he continues to hammer Jackson with punches to the face that is making Jackson staggers. Brian then sets Jackson up for a vertical suplex. The crowd is on their feet as Brian Hollywood shouts out to pump them up. Brian Hollywood then raises Jackson up. He then holds him for some time to let the blood flow to the head of Jackson but Jackson managed to reverses it as he falls back down to his former position before lifting Brian Hollywood up and dropping him to the mat with a vertical suplex bringing them both down to the mat.
Chris: OH MY GOD!!
Ricky: HOLY SHIT!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men are laying down on the mat on their back. Jackson is the first one to show some movement. He then slowly tries to get to his knees before crawling towards the ladder. He then uses the ladder as a leverage to get himself back to his feet. Meanwhile, Brian Hollywood has shown some signs of movement too as he shakes his head trying to shake off the cobwebs. He then slowly gets to his knees before crawling towards the bottom ropes. He then slowly tries to get to his vertical base by using the ropes as leverage. Meanwhile, Jackson is back on his feet and he is looking towards Brian Hollywood. He then walks over to Brian before picking him up by the hair. Jackson then starts hammering Hollywood with punches to Brian’s crimson masked face. He then continues the assault before pulling Brian Hollywood’s arm and Irish whips him but Brian reverses it and instead he Irish whips Jackson to the ropes. Jackson then bounces off the ropes and returns. Brian then catches him and hip tosses Jackson right to the ladder! Jackson collides with the ladder with a loud thud as he rolls around the ring clutching his back as Hollywood plays to the crowd.
Chris: Good God. This match is getting more brutal by the minute…
Ricky: And it’ll get more brutal from here. Both men are really focused to get that belt around their waist!
Hollywood then charges towards Jackson and kicks him in the back. Jackson shouts in pain as he rolls out of the ring. Hollywood then follows him as Jackson tries to regroup. Hollywood then grabs him and turns him around before Hollywood hammers him with a forearm smash that sent Jackson staggering. Brian grabs him again and hammers him with another forearm smash. Brian then pulls Jackson’s arm and Irish whips him to the guardrail. Jackson is now leaning on the guardrail as Brian scrambles under the ring. He then pulls out a chair and hold it up to the mixed reactions of the fans.
Chris: Oh no… He has some evil intentions with that chair…
Hollywood then walks towards Jackson stalking him as Jackson is trying to get to his feet. Jackson then turns around and Hollywood hammers him with the chair. Jackson staggers but he is still on his feet. Hollywood clobbers him again but still with the same effect. Hollywood then continues to clobber Jackson with the chair until he finally busts Jackson open and knocks him down to the floor. Hollywood then shouts as he drops the dented floor down to the floor. He then stalks Jackson again as Jackson checks his forehead which is now oozing with blood. He then gets to his feet clueless of what’s about to happen. Jackson turns around and Hollywood charges towards him attempting the “Executive Promise” but Jackson ducks it. Instead, Jackson catches him into an electric chair setup. Jackson then drops Brian Hollywood into the floor with a electric chair drop!
Chris: Brian Hollywood is attempting to hit Jackson with the “Executive Promise” but Jackson turns the tides and turn it into a electric chair drop!
Ricky: And now both men are down on the arena floor! Who will manage to get to their feet quickly to claim that prize hanging high above the ring??
Jackson shows some movement. He is struggling to get to his knees slowly. He then starts crawling towards the ring apron as Brian Hollywood is showing signs of movement as well. Brian then slowly crawls to towards the nearby guardrail. Meanwhile, Jackson is back to his feet and is now slowly getting into the ring. Brian Hollywood sees this as he then hurriedly gets to his feet. Jackson is already in the ring and is already looking at the ladder and the title at the top of it. He then begun his long ascend to the top as Hollywood is now sliding in to the ring. Hollywood then ascends the ladder like a monkey to Jackson’s surprise. Jackson then picks up his pace as he tries to match the climbing speed of Hollywood. They once again meet at the top and Jackson fires the first shot as he punches Hollywood in the face. Hollywood retaliates with a hard right hand of his own. Jackson grabs Hollywood and hammers him with a European uppercut. Both men are slugging out it twenty above the ring as Hollywood forearm smashes Jackson that made Jackson staggers. Hollywood grabs Jackson by the head and sets him up for the Lay Off to the mixed reactions of the fans!
Chris: Is Hollywood going for the Lay-Off??
Ricky: Someone’s going for a fall Chris!!
Brian’s taunting vies Jackson enough time to recover as he fights out of the setup before hitting Hollywood with a haymaker punch that made Hollywood doubles over! Jackson grabs Brian’s arm and places it in a hammerlock before placing Hollywood in a front facelock!
Chris: Jackson escapes the Lay-Off!
Ricky: But can Hollywood escapes what looks to be the Machine Suplex??
Jackson then lifts Hollywood up before dropping backward to the mat driving Hollywood with the Machine Suplex to the mat as the fans are on their feet!
Chris: Machine Suplex! Jackson hits the Machine Suplex! THIS could be it!!
Ricky: And Jackson’s now climbing up the ladder! Can he do it?? Can he pull the title??
Jackson gets to his feet and begin ascending the ladder very very slowly as the move seems to take its toll to Jackson as well. Jackson is going up step by step and he’s now halfway through the top. He then looks down at Brian Hollywood who is still unconscious on the mat. Jackson then continues his ascend and finally reaches the top. He then sits on top of the ladder as he unties the PWX World title from it’s place. He finally managed to untie as the fans is going insane showering Jackson with mixed reactions.
Chris: HE DID IT! JACKSON DID IT! HE RECLAIMED THE PWX WORLD TITLE TONIGHT!
Ricky: WHAT A MATCH CHRIS! BOTH MEN PROVED THE QUALITY OF COMPETITION HERE IN THE PWX IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!
Chris: AND BASED ON THE REACTION OF THE FANS, WE CAN SEE THAT THEY APPRECIATE THE EFFORTS HERE TONIGHT!
Jackson poses on top of the ladder as the show slowly fades to its closing.
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“The Monday Night Wars: Reborn”
ARC Center
Valparaiso, Indiana
Monday, January 4th 2009
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“Fight Like This” by Decyfer Down blares throughout the whole arena as the fans got up to their seats in anticipation. PWX Executive Producer Jason Paul Olesen comes out from the back to the delight of the fans. He then makes his way to the ring slapping some hands along the way before stopping by the announcer’s table. He then greets both Chris Caudill and Ricky Cravate before asking Alexis Lace a live microphone. He then proceeds to ascend the ring steps and on to the ring apron. He then enters the ring in between the top and bottom rope. He then walks over to the center of the ring as the crowd continues to shower him with cheers. He then raises his index finger up to his mouth to hush the crowd. The cheering dies down as he clears his throat before speaking.
JPO: What’s going on Valparaiso?
The crowd pops upon hearing that. JPO smiles as he looks around the whole arena filled with sea of people who came from different points of the Midwest just to witness a REAL pro wrestling event and not some Sports Entertainment bullshit. He then hushes them again as he continues.
JPO: First of all, welcome to the first Adrenaline of the year 2010.
He pauses as the crowd pops again. The cheering dies down again as he continues.
JPO: You see while some two companies are trying to vie for Monday Night supremacy by inviting their washed ups has beens to their show and focus on them and totally disregard the younger talent and in-ring action altogether. We here at PWX are doing the EXACT opposite of that. You see tonight, you will not only see some of the greatest and up-and-coming pro wrestler in the world. You will also SEE the GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING matches in the world here tonight as we…
Suddenly “4 Words” by Bullet for My Valentine hits the PA system as the “Black Market Hero” John Pariah makes his way to the ring. He then slides in to the ring meeting JPO in the middle. JPO smiles at him but Pariah just snatches the microphone out of his hand to the surprise of JPO.
Pariah: I’m sorry to interrupt Jason… But there is really something that I need to get off my chest!
The crowd is quiet as they anticipate Pariah’s every word. JPO encourages Pariah to say whatever it is he wants to say. After several seconds, Pariah continues.
Pariah: Lilith I know you’re back there! I know you’ve been trying to avoid me! I know you’re not answering my calls on purpose! But Lilith I have the right to know right now why the hell are you acting like this?
The crowd still doesn’t know how to react as we can see the rage, confusion and sadness on Pariah’s face as he continues.
Pariah: See Lilith… I’m not leaving here until you come out. Until you tell me what’s going on! I’m going to be here Lilith. I’m going to wait. So you better come out here right now and tell me because I really need to know. I need to hear it from you! Come on Lilith!
“Angel’s Don’t Kill” by Children of Bodom suddenly reprises as Lilith comes out from the back. She has a microphone in hands. She then makes her way to the ring. She then ascends the steel steps and enters the ring via the bottom and the middle rope. She then walks into the center of the ring and meets John Pariah face to face.
Lilith: John…
Lilith cant hardly look at John as John is trying to catch Lilith’s eyes. John then holds Lilith by the chin as he slowly adjusts her face for them to be face to face.
Pariah: Tell me Lilith… Why are you acting like this? Why decide to leave me out of nowhere? What is going on? Tell me Lilith… It’s been killing me… I need to know…
Lilith: John… I’m pregnant…
John’s face lightens up a bit with what Lilith just said.
Pariah: You’re pregnant and yet you’re leaving me? Why? Are you afraid that I’m not going to be a good father? Is that what you are afraid of? Lilith, I can be a good father.
John holds Lilith’s hand.
Pariah: Let me prove it to you… Please don’t leave me… We can raise the child together… I promise you that I will be there for the baby every step of the way… If you want… I’ll even retire from wrestling just to show you that I’m really into this baby thing…
Lilith places her hand on John’s cheek. She caresses it as she looks deep into John’s eyes.
Lilith: John... I know you'll be a good father... I can see it when you're taking care of Jason's son... But John...
There's a long pause as Lilith continues to caress John's face. She then lets go of it before turning her back to John. John walks toward her as John places both his hands to Lilith's shoulders. John slowly turns Lilith around as we can see that tears are pouring from her eyes.
Pariah: What’s wrong? What’s going on?
Lilith: John… I cheated on you…
Pariah: What??
Lilith couldn’t stop crying as she releases herself from John’s grasps. John drops to his knees as he couldn’t believe what Lilith just said. There’s a very long pause between the two as Lilith turns her back to John again while she cries. Lilith turns around to face John again.
Lilith: You’re not the father of this baby John… It’s…
Suddenly “Battle On” by War of Ages blares throughout the whole arena and out comes Tyler Graves. Tyler walks directly to the ring before sliding in to it. John looks so surprise as he slowly gets to his feet. Lilith is shaking her head shouting “what are you doing here” to Tyler. Tyler goes to the corner and asks for a microphone from Alexis Lace. Alexis handed Tyler a microphone before Tyler walks towards where John and Lilith are.
Lilith: Tyler what are you doing here? I told you I’m going to handle this.
Tyler: I don’t want to see you get all the fall Lilith. In fact, since I’m the man, I think I should be the one to tell John about this.
John is still confused as he asks both what’s going on. He then turns to Lilith and asks her what’s going on. Lilith is still crying as she tries to think of a way to say what’s really is going on.
Tyler: First of all, John… I need you to have a clear mind about this and do not let anger dictate how you react…
Lilith: No Tyler… Stay out of this… I can handle this…
Tyler turns to Lilith.
Tyler: No. I wouldn’t let you take the fall. This is between me and John. Lilith just go back to the back.
Pariah: Wait… I don’t really understand this… What is going on? Lilith tell me…
Lilith continues to cry as Tyler is trying to calm Pariah down who seems like slowly figuring it out. Lilith suddenly raises the microphone to her face.
Lilith: TYLER IS THE FATHER OF THE BABY I’M CARRYING!
John’s face becomes so enraged as he looks at Tyler who is trying to explain to him. We can see the anger in John’s eyes when suddenly blast Tyler with the microphone. John then mounts Tyler and begun hammering with the same microphone until we can see that Tyler is busted wide open. Lilith tries to stop John but John just shoved her aside. We can now see a battalion of referees and security running towards the ring as they attempt to pull John Pariah off of the bloodied Tyler Graves. They managed to pull John off of Tyler before they escort him out of the ring. Lilith then checks on the bloodied Tyler as the John shouts at Tyler that this is just the beginning of his life in hell. EMTs then rushes towards the ring to check on Tyler. They then picked Tyler back up and help him out of the ring and on to the back as the crowd is left in awe.
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The Empire of Blood (Darin Zion and Wild) v. Jay Price and Brett Adams
“Crawl” by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and Darin Zion enters the ring first. He waits for a second before “Indestructable” by Disturbed hits the PA system. However; Wild does not show up, to the surprise of Darin Zion. Zion picks up the microphone and says that he does not need Wild to beat Jay Price and Brett Adams; he could beat them both alone.
Ricky: “Zion’s pretty gutsy calling out Jay Price and Brett Adams. I hate the guy; but man is he writing a check his ass cannot cash.”
Chris: “Sure, but Zion’s been on fire since he’s drop his mask. It’s almost as if Hollywood as brought back the old Darin Zion from the grave.”
Ricky: “I doubt that; I actually like this Darin Zion a lot better than the old one. He seems more focused.”
“Lights, Camera, Packing” hits the arena and Jay Price enters and carries out a microphone. He waits at the entrance ramp awaiting Brett Adams to enter the arena. Jay smiles as if he has the upper hand; however, JPO walks from out of the back with a microphone. Jay Price looks at him disheartened.
JPO: “Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that both of your tag team partners were on board the same plane that Tyler Boyd and Xtreme Dream were on. Unfortunately, we not only have to cancel the Next Generation Championship/Legends Cup qualifier, but we will have to cancel your match as well.”
The arena erupts with an enormous “We want Boyd, Xtreme Dream” and a “This sucks cock” chant. Suddenly, we see Darin Zion exit the ring and grab a microphone.
Zion: “Oh no, JPO, you’re not canceling my match with Jay Price this evening. I want to beat his ass up for what he and Brian Hollywood did to me last week. Jay Price does not deserve to get a ‘night off,’ he deserves to have his ass handed to him on a silver platter, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Darin Zion. In fact; I demand this week; you allow Price and I to duke it out in a No Disqualification match. I want to make sure that Price does not walk out of here in one piece tonight.”
The crowd immediately erupts into a “Zion/Price” chant.
JPO: “Fair enough, Zion. Since I like you so much; I will grant your request. It makes the fans really happy.”
Price’s face drops after the match is announced. The crowd starts chanting “Price, You’re dead” chant. However, before JPO walks off; he lifts the microphone up and continues.
JPO: “However Zion, while I do like to make the fans happy; we have to be fair to the wrestlers. And since we do have one spot left in the Legends Cup free since our wrestlers are stuck; I want to award Jay Price one last chance for him to qualify for the Legends Cup. If he wins against you Zion; he will be the final participant into the 2010 Legends Cup.”
Price sadistically smiles as JPO walks off screen. A referee runs out and immediately calls for the bell. Jay Price runs into the ring and attempts to tackle Zion, however, Zion grabs Jay Price’s arm immediately from the get go and Crippler Crossface. Jay Price immediately starts to reel in pain as Zion forcefully locks in the submission maneuver.
Chris: “I think Zion’s pretty pissed off that JPO would give Jay Price a second chance opportunity to enter the Legends Cup.”
Ricky: “Zion’s been dreaming of winning the Legends Cup after he barely lost his first Legends Cup outing to former PWX Champion and Legends Cup winner Kenji.”
Chris: “Yes, and that plus Zion’s grudge for Hollywood will surely fuel him to make sure he has one less competitor into this tournament.”
Ricky: “But Jay Price is just as hungry; and with the motivation of Brian Hollywood; he’s sure to upset Zion here tonight.”
After a few seconds, Price immediately rolls out of the submission maneuver and rebounds towards his feet. He immediately jumps and Round House Kicks Zion in the face. As Zion hits the floor pretty hard; the crowd erupts with a “You Suck!” Chant. Jay Price rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair.
Ricky: “Awesome, Price is already making an opportunity by grabbing the steel chair. I love No DQ matches!”
Chris: “Yes, but we could see one him knock Darin Zion back into 2006-07.”
Ricky: “Oh no, you don’t mean!”
Chris: “Yes, you’d get your favorite Zion back!”
As Darin Zion stands back to his feet; Jay Price immediately tosses the steel chair into Darin Zion; however, Zion catches the chair. Jay Price immediately counters Darin’s counter by going for a Spinning Wheel Kick and connects to Darin Zion’s face. Zion immediately falls stiffly down to the ground. Jay Price grabs the steel chair and signals to the crowd; who immediately boo him as he positions the chair under his backside.
Chris: “Oh my God! Jay Price is going to hit a leg drop with the chair.”
Ricky: “This one’s going to hurt!”
As Price jumps up with the steel chair; Zion immediately rolls out of the way. Jay Price connects with the steel chair and immediately grabs his butt. Zion runs into the turnbuckle and immediately nails a Lionsault on Jay Price. He goes for the cover.
One…
Tw…
Jay Price immediately kicks out of the pinfall, not allowing Zion to get a two count. Darin Zion picks up the steel chair and sits himself into position; waiting for Jay Price to stand up. As Price gets back to his legs Zion immediately charges him and lays him out with the steel chair. Price wobbles for a moment before Flair flopping down onto the ground.
Chris: “What a sick thud to the skull of Jay Price.”
Ricky: “That definitely had to shake the brains of Brian Hollywood’s crony!”
Darin Zion pulls Jay Price into the turnbuckle and sets up the chair up over Price’s face. Zion immediately climbs the opposite turnbuckle and signals for a Van Dam Terminator.
Chris: “Shades of Rob Van Dam!”
Crowd: “ECW, ECW, ECW!”
Ricky: “Holy shit; Zion’s about to pull off something pretty amazing!”
Darin Zion leaps from the turnbuckle and immediately connects to Price. Darin Zion smiles as Jay Price slides backwards; he then slides out of the ring and picks up a table. A “we want tables” chant immediately fills the arena as Darin Zion slides the table into the ring and sets it up into the turnbuckle. He Irish Whips Jay Price into the table and sets up for a spear. As he charges the table; Jay Price stands up and pushes Zion through the table.
Crowd: “Holy shit, Holy shit!”
Chris: “That just stopped any momentum Darin Zion had during this match.”
Ricky: “You do have to give it to Price; he’s been through a lot during this match.”
Jay Price immediately picks Darin Zion up and moves him over towards the steel chair. Price signals for the Sweet Redemption and immediately lands it across the steel chair. Suddenly we see a bit of blood dropping from Darin Zion’s face.
Ricky: “I’m glad the referee’s allow blood in our matches!”
Chris: “Yes, it makes us look so much better than our competition tonight!”
Ricky: “This will put us at 10.0 ratings; we will definitely beat Raw and Monday Night football.”
Chris: “Don’t hold your breath!”
Ricky: “It was a joke!”
Jay Price immediately goes for the cover. The referee drops down, lifts his hand, and begins the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE….
Ricky: “Shit, Zion kicked out!”
Chris: “Amazing; when Zion talks that pain is his friend; he’s not joking.”
Ricky: “Jay Price better be worrying now!”
Jay Price grabs his head and immediately starts arguing with the referee. He pushes the referee a few times before turning his attention back to Darin Zion. Before Price turns around, we see Darin Zion jump back to his feet and motion to be quiet. As Jay Price turns around; Zion picks him up and lands “The Masking” in return on Jay Price. However, Zion does not cover him; he immediately walks out of the ring and attempts to grab more weapons.
Chris: “Why did Zion cover Price?”
Ricky: “I’m guessing he wants Price to feel more pain.”
Crowd: “This is awesome *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*”
Zion immediately throws a trash can, a fire extinguisher, and a kendo stick into the ring. He then slides back into the ring and picks Jay Price up. He lands a picture perfect Belly to Belly Suplex upon Jay Price and Price lands back first into the trash can. Darin Zion then grabs the kendo stick and starts to wail upon Jay Price.
Ricky: “Man, look at those welts Zion’s leaving on Price.”
Chris: “However, it will only fuel Price.”
The kendo stick immediately shatters and Darin Zion throws the kendo stick out into the crowd. Darin reaches down and holds grabs the fire extinguisher. He waits for Price to get back to his feet; however, as Price stands up, he slides out of the ring. Zion drops the fire extinguisher and rushes out after Price. As Price reaches under the ring for a weapon; Zion grabs Price by the trunks and tosses him face first into the steel stairs.
Chris: “Wow, Zion’s being merciless upon Jay Price.”
Ricky: “Yeah, who would have thought the weirdo would beat up such a great young competitor.”
Zion goes into the ring and retrieves the steel chair as the referee slides outside of the ring. Jay Price grabs the steel stairs and attempts to get back up. As the referee walks over to the stairs to check on Price; Zion swings the chair, misses Price, and connects with the referee’s head.
Crowd: “Zion rules! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*”
Ricky: “There goes a referee!”
Chris: “Looks like Zion and Price are going for the record of taking out referees. So far Zion and Hollywood set it the record at 3.”
Ricky: “I doubt they’ll repeat it!”
Jay Price and Darin Zion immediately go back into the ring. As Price and Zion exchange blows; Zion immediately kicks Price in the stomach and lands the “Requiem Lock.” Jay Price immediately screams in pain and starts tapping out. The crowd immediately starts erupting.
Chris: “Zion’s beat Price again! Zion’s done it!”
Ricky: “No, there’s no referee out there yet.”
Suddenly, Brian Hollywood comes running down the entrance to a chorus of boos. Brian Hollywood kicks Zion in the stomach and breaks up the hold. Darin Zion immediately comes to; with blood dripping down his face. He eyes Hollywood and they stare before they immediately exchange blows.
Ricky: “Why did Hollywood come out here?”
Chris: “This is only going to hurt his chances at walking out with the PWX Championship later tonight.”
Ricky: “But it does help out his fellow Legion members! This definitely could be a way to have the Legion return the favor later tonight in Hollywood’s quest to retain the PWX Championship against Jackson.”
Hollywood slides outside of the ring and immediately starts running away. Zion starts to chase Hollywood around the ring. As Hollywood runs; he slides a pair of brass knuckles into the ring. Price, who continuously grabs his neck, grabs the brass knuckles and slips them onto his hand. Another referee runs down the entrance ramp as Hollywood slips out into the crowd. Zion stops, punches the guard rail while Hollywood flashes him the evil smile. Jay Price stands up and taunts Zion, slipping the brass knuckles out of Zion’s sight.
Chris: “I don’t think Zion knows what’s coming!”
Ricky: “However, I think Jay Price may have outsmarted Darin Zion.”
Chris: “I sure hope not!”
As Zion slides into the ring and stands up; Jay Price immediately lands a punch square into Zion’s face. Zion immediately falls back and hits the canva Price walks around the ring taunting. The referee immediately starts counting to 10.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
Crowd: “This is bullshit! This is bullshit!”
Chris: “I don’t think Zion will make back to his feet in time.”
Ricky: “I sure hope not! Jay Price just used his alliance with Hollywood to trump Darin Zion once again! A brilliant move I must say.”
Chris: “Yeah, for a loser!”
6…
7…
8…
9…
Darin Zion immediately makes it back to his feet and the crowd erupts. Brian Hollywood’s jaw drops before he continues his way to the back. Jay Price immediately drops the brass knuckles and clotheslines Darin. Darin gets back to his feet only to be met with another clothesline. As Darin stands back up, Jay Price lands a German suplex upon Darin Zion. Zion grabs his head as Jay Price locks in a headlock.
Crowd: “Let’s go Zion! Let’s go Zion!”
After a few seconds of being locked into the hold; Darin Zion immediately powers out of the hold and brawls the Price. They exchange blows before Price attempts to go for a Roundhouse Kick. However, Darin Zion grabs his foot and immediately locks him into an ankle lock. Jay Price passes out after a few seconds of Zion locking in the lock and pulling it harder.
Chris: “This has turned out to be quite the clinic!”
Ricky: “That’s surprising of a Zion match!”
The referee immediately starts to count the KO:
1…
2…
3…
Darin Zion grabs a steel chair and climbs up turnbuckle. He holds it into position. Jay Price immediately keeps trying to stand up, but he cannot.
4…
5…
Ricky: “He’s setting up for the Rapture Leg Drop. No one’s ever kicked out of that move!”
Chris: “Price better think quickly before Zion jumps.”
Price gets back to his knees. The crowd erupts as Zion signals for the move. He then jumps off of the turnbuckle.
Ricky: “This is it! Price is finished!”
Price immediately dodges the move and allows Darin to connect with the chair. As Zion rolls over; Price rolls him up in a school boy and grabs the tights and puts his feet on the ropes. The referee immediately walks over and starts to count the fall.
Chris: “He’s cheating; he’s cheating! He cannot do that!”
Ricky: “It’s a NoDQ match genius! He can do whatever it takes to win the damn fall. Do I have to explain that to you! You’re the play-by-play guy!”
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Price immediately slides out of the ring as Zion falls to the canvas and smacks it a few times. Price runs out towards the entrance ramp as Zion throws his fit. The referee raises his hand.
Alexis: “Here’s your winner of the match and the last qualifier for the 2010 PWX Legends Cup; Jay Price!”
Brian Hollywood walks out from the back and gives Jay Price his approval. As Price makes it back to the entrance ramp, both Hollywood and Price point and laugh at the disappointed Zion.
Chris: “This has to fuel Darin Zion more as Brian’s protégé pulls off the upset.”
Ricky: “Oh, I bet too! And now Jay Price has the opportunity of a lifetime. He can win the 2010 Legends Cup and make his teacher proud.”
Chris: “If you can call it that!”
Winner and 2010 Legends Cup Qualifier: Jay Price
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We cut to backstage where a small hand is seen reaching towards a gold centreplate, which on inspection, reads to tell us that it is the original Global Hybrid Championship. The camera pulls backwards to show a child, female, with blonde hair, trying to pick up said belt, and straining a little bit as she attempts to lift it. "Ah...ah...heavy!" She yells, and pulls another face as she at least manages to lift it to the height of her stomach, which can't be anymore than about a foot above the ground. A hand reaches out and places it on her shoulder before bracing her with their free hand and as the camera pulls back further, the image of Jeremiah Belmont is shown to be the one bracing the little girl. "Val take a picture!"
Valerie: You two are mad, do you know that?
As she asks that, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, snapping quickly at the pair on the floor.
Valerie: Chloe's first title happens to be one her dad retired! And it looks like we have company, too!
Jeremiah looked up and saw the form of a man standing in their locker room and tilted his head to the side.
Jeremiah: New blood?
Man: I'm Shawn Lester...
Jeremiah: Well Shawn, just stand to the side, ask your silly little questions, and we will answer them as best as we can, K?"
Shawn sighed having heard of the out beat and often off the wall antics of Jeremiah but stood to the side as he was asked and looked over at Valerie.
Shawn: I figure I can start with this one. Who are you and how do you know the Enigma of pro wrestling, Jeremiah?
Valerie arches an eyebrow at Shawn, and shakes her head.
Valerie: Apparently someone was totally absent from anything last week! Valerie Belmont...Jeremiah's wife.
The girl pipes up at this point.
Girl: Me Chloe! He my daddy!
Jeremiah smiled, kissing Chloe's cheek.
Shawn: Fair enough, now we know that Jeremiah has moved on in the Legends Cup after his recent... victory over Thor; but many people are saying he went too far by ending that man's career.
Jeremiah: I did no such thing, Shawn. His own stupidity ended his career... and my boot.
Valerie rolls her eyes and laughs.
Valerie: You had the boot replaced in three hours, stop complaining!
Jeremiah smirked at this as he pulled his title off of Chloe and placed it over his own shoulder and let his daughter play with her toys.
Shawn: Ok, now I remember you! You are the girl that locked in that sick submission on Lilith last week!
Valerie: Better late than never!
At this point, Chloe looks up and grins.
Chloe: Dat move's cool! Me wanna do it!
Jeremiah: I have no doubt you can do it!
Taking this as some kind of egging on, Chloe picks up a doll, a little bit taller than her, and puts it on the floor, and goes to try and lock on the Spider Twist, much too the amusement of her parents. Valerie walks over to Chloe and helps her out, wrapping her arms and legs around the dolls neck appropriately.
Valerie: You trying to make your doll tap out, Chloe?
Chloe: Yep!
Valerie looks up at Jeremiah, and after a few seconds, lifts the doll's hand and pounds it against the ground.
Valerie: Oh look! Chloe won!
Jeremiah: Good job, Chloe baba!
Shawn tapped his hand against his leg at the sight of this but showed no sign of being annoyed... at least not yet.
Shawn: As I have already mentioned here, Jeremiah took out Thor with that dangerous Rapture of his; basically breaking Thor's neck in two places and we dont know if Thor will ever wrestle again; do you not care about that?
Jeremiah: he signed the contract... he knew the risks.
Valerie: At the end of the day, you get into that ring, each and every time you put your own health, career and your sanity on the line. When things go wrong, it's because you took a calculated risk, and it didn't pay out in your favour. Thor's broken neck is his own fault.
Jeremiah: She's right Shawn; much like if I was to get hurt; I would not blame my opponent for it. I knew what I was getting into when I signed the contract.
Valerie shakes her head, and then tilts it slightly as Chloe climbs up Jeremiah and sits on his shoulders, before tilting to the side and trying to put Twisted Consequence on her dad.
Valerie: Chloe, no.
With that, much to he child's clear disdain, Valerie lifts her from Jeremiah's shoulders, and Chloe goes back to playing with her toys.
Shawn: What can we except from you two here in PWX? We all know Jeremiah's intentions are winning the Legend's Cup and taking back what he claims is his... but what are your plans, Valerie?
Valerie: We'll see what happens right now. I'd say be the best of the girls...but that's kinda hard when you're the only one.
Chloe: I girl!
Valerie: Yes, Chloe. You're a girl, but you're too young to wrestle. For now...we'll see where it goes. And that can only be up right now!
Jeremiah: Such modesty... if I had my way; she'd be Next Gen champion and I'd have my global hybrid title back where it belongs and we would show PWX what true wrestling domination is all about.
Valerie shaks her head.
Valerie: I'm the rookie here, love. Not you.
Chloe: Mama, does Raptoor hurt?
Valerie: Yes, Chloe. Rapture hurts. I still owe Liam for that one...
Shawn looked confused as little Chloe smiled at her mother before looking at her doll.
Jeremiah: Any more questions, Shawn?
Shawn: Yes, if you had to guess, who do you want to face next round in the Legend's cup?
Jeremiah: It doesnt matter who it is... I'll beat them.
Valerie: damn right you will!
As the three were speaking, Chloe has waked over to her doll and stood it up at full height. With a grin, she let out a cry and her foot connected with the doll. Chloe slips and falls over, landing on her backside, but crawls over to the doll and lays across it. Jeremiah dives Jeremiah dives towards the doll and his daughter and checks the shoulders before slapping the floor three times!
Jeremiah: Jeremiah dives towards the doll and his daughter and checks the shoulders before slapping the floor three times!
Jeremiah: Here is your winner via pinfall.... Chloe Belmont!
Chloe: Yay! ME good rassla!!!
Valerie: Aye, you're that. Now here's what I wanna know. How does a three-year-old know how to superkick?
Shawn: From watching her father's matches too many times?
Jeremiah: Or it could be the fact she's a wrestling prodigy!
Chloe: Me smart!
Valerie: I'm willing to bet a mixture. Shawn, do you have anything else you wanna ask? I'm not comfortable with the idea of my daughter getting airtime.
Shawn: Just any final things you wish to say to the PWX fans?
Valerie winks, and smirks at the camera, but says nothing.
Jeremiah: Welcome to our masterpiece... welcome to the massacre!
Jeremiah smirked as he kissed his wife's cheek then did the same with Chloe. Chloe grins to the camera and waves frantically, and we cut back to ringside.
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Earlier today.
Ding.
Hilton Hotels. God, they are so fucking delightful to make suite in. Down the hallway of the forty-fifth floor, the camera scrolled upward from the Chuck Taylor’s, creased up Dickie’s as Terrell Odom was revealed, seated as he applied a fuse to the fresh deadhead. He grasped the Hybrid Championship over his right shoulder, tapping the solid twenty four karats that he’d defend later today. Rising his aching frame from the chair. Folding it up. Carrying it along in his left hand as he began to waltz down the hallway.
Terrell Odom: Another night in the life of a paper champion…
Laughing hysterically at his own jokes, he drug from the cigarette; peering an lofty eye at the camera.
Terrell Odom: I won’t take that for a grain of salt. That could so very well be possible, but I still show that this scrap of shit I hold over this shoulder right now doesn’t make me. I could go there tonight, and lay down for Ben Stevens to get it off of my hands, but I decided to make this belt something more… legitimate. These past chumps that have held this belt, Pariah included, can’t account for the pain and affliction I’ve put in a Pro Wrestling X since I have been here. Where’s the slack? Bow down to the false prophet of this company Tyler Graves, and give me the cold fucking shoulder.
Snarling under his breath. He took a look at his belt, before returning the devious expressions toward the rolling scripts.
Terrell Odom: Hah! Blasphemy! Smite him. Pull out the fucking noose for degrading such a respectable stalwart. Tyler Graves used to be a guy I respected in this company until I saw just how credible his words can be. Has my back, really? How much I have let you all run over me since my time in Pro Wrestling X, as if I am the bad guy? Have I thrown an axe at you, raped your wives? I might have desensitized myself to the company plenty of times after being the ‘insurance’ for this company that was falling to the hands of NCW, but please don’t put me at the bottom of the barrel. Act as if I am some thin-skinned bitch that has been going on PMS rants to just get attention. It takes much more than that to get around in this company. I know that. Talk is cheap.
He stopped for a small moment, a sheepishly grin marking his face as his eyes began to set on the distance ahead of him. Carrying on as he took another drag from the cigarette.
Terrell Odom: But regardless of how you feeble ass minded people feel… I am more legit than some people around here. You take a look at Brad Jackson, and what do you see? A battered man that has trouble getting out of his bed every morning, better yet perform at a natural state anymore. You put the spotlight on him though, right? Put the spotlight on Brian Hollywood, a guy that couldn’t even get through the likes of fucking Jake Reed but two months ago. Lets make him a champion though since he is good at sucking ass. That makes everything a lot better anymore, right? Man whores are casted to the top anymore in this company that Jay is running anymore, while the ceiling scrapers, and gristly hardasses that bust their ass off in the ring night in and night out are left floating around; just shit in the toilet.
Shaking his head, he made a stop toward a solitary door on the right wing of the hallway, about ten steps from where he stood. Dragging from the cigarette once, he made a turn towards the door. Dropping the cigarette to the floor below him, he the lens began to clarify on focus of the replica mahogany door.
Terrell Odom: But what do you do, kids? Want to become big time, rise to the top with an iron fist? You want your face on a box of Wheaties, you gotta do more to get that attention.
A slight grin on his face, his head without hesitation turns toward the door behind him.
BANG!
The door is suddenly falls of the hinges, Odom bumrushing the room to a startled XTreme Dream, who is seated, cell phone up to his ear. Looking upward to where the commotion is. Mouth gaping open, eyebrows cocked in surprise as he has no time to react at a chair that is slammed into his dome. Terrell instantly goes into a vile state, slamming the chair constantly over a fallen Dream, one… twice… three times… four… nonstop fury as he lets the chair drop after five afflictive thwacks. He lifts Dream up. But hell, Dream’s been in this hardcore shit for way too long, and gets a rake in on the face of Odom, hitting him over the back of the neck. Agh. Ugh. Grunts of pain are exchanged over the two as they began grappling over a dresser drawer; Dream taking the advantage. Dream takes a hand off of Terrell though, and reaches into his pant pocket to pick out what looks to be a pocket knife. Flipping it open, as he brings his hand back up to Odom, whom gets the strength to smack the butt end of the knife into Dream’s nose.
Odom then picks up a half full glass of Tequila that was resting over the dresser head, and whacks that shit right into the face of Dream. Alcohol, glass, and a single worm go airborne as Dream falls on the bed screaming in ailing pain. Odom then takes the chair he had thrown down, and gives a whack to the head of Dreams. He’s still standing. Another whack. Dream’s like the fucking Terminator! Odom slings the chair back again and gives his final shot to Dream as he falls to the ground. Exhaling. Panting as his eyes burned of dark fire, staring down at the fallen Next Generation Champion.
Terrell Odom: Like I said, talk is cheap… motherfucker.
Match 2: Devon Poole vs. Red Dragon
Poole and Dragon lock up in the ring, and Poole shoots Dragon into the ropes. He comes back with a hard spinebuster-and levels the young gun with it. He quickly rolls into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
He rolls to the floor and smirks, making a belt motion as the bell rings and his music hits.
Chris: Well that was quick.
Ricky: Gotta have the obligatory Goldberg squash. We’re in the middle of the Monday Night Wars!
Chris: It’s not 1997 Ricky…
Ricky: When I flipped to Spike TV, it sure looked that way to me.
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Match 3: Ben Stevens vs. Terrell Odom
The bell rings and Terrell is quickly going to work with Stevens. He takes him down with a clothesline and a quick elbow to the face. Terrell gets back up and repeats the elbow drop a few times again. He drops for a quick cover.
1....
2....
KICKOUT!
Ben powers out of the pinfall attempt. Terrell stands him back up and starts striking some hard chops to the chest of Stevens. He then launches him towards the ropes as he prepares to intercept him. Stevens bounces off the ropes and comes back and strikes Terrell by grabbing his head and forcing into his knee. This sends Terrell down to the mat as Stevens goes for the cover.
1.....
2......
....KICKOUT!
Now Terrell powers out just before the 3 count. He shakes off the attack to his head as he starts to stand up. Stevens heads to the top rope and waits for Terrell to get completely to his feet. Terrell finally gets to his feet as Stevens jumps off and takes Terrell back down with a drop kick to the face. Stevens goes for the cover again.
1.....
2.....
....KICKOUT!
Terrell barely kicks out as Stevens sits up and thinks. He stands up and violently picks up Terrell back to his feet. Terrell looks a bit dazed as Stevens bounces off the ropes and comes back and strikes Terrell with a bicycle kick. He drops down for another cover.
1...
2....
THR.....KICKOUT!
Stevens moves towards Terrell's legs and violently starts stomping against them. He rolls out of the ring and grabs Terrell's right leg and strikes it against the ring post. Stevens grabs his leg again and strikes it once again against the ring post. Terrell rolls in pain as he grabs his leg and crawls around in the ring. Stevens steps back in and strikes Terrell's leg some more. Stevens then drops down and locks Terrell in a figure four leg lock. Terrell is now scrambling in pain as he moves back and forth around the ring. His shoulders then rest on the ground and the ref begins the count again.
1....
2....
THR....KICKOUT!
Terrell raises his shoulders up from the mat as the pain to his leg gets worse and even more painful. Terrell tries to move towards the ropes but the pain is too much for Terrell as he just stops and once again rests his shoulders down on the mat. The ref once again makes the count.
1....
2....
THR....KICKOUT!
Terrell once again raises his shoulder up. He scrambles in pain some more not wanting to tap out. He looks at Stevens and then back down at his legs. Terrell then starts turning his legs and tries to reverse the move on Stevens. Just before he succeeds in doing that, Stevens stops the hold and gets back up and starts stomping his leg some more. He then moves towards Terrell's head and starts stomping right after right after right. The referee the starts the count on Stevens to pull off.
1
2
3
4
...before the ref can count to five, Stevens stops the assault on Terrell. He backs off and walks towards the turnbuckle. He waits a bit and then signals for the ONK. Terrell starts to make it to his feet as Stevens charges towards him. Terrell turns around as Stevens comes at him with the ONK but ducks and dodges it. Terrell then grabs Stevens and nails him with The Hypnotik taking Stevens out. Terrell quickly drops for the cover.
1....
2....
THREE!
The bell rings as Terrell slowly stands back up. The referee brings Terrell the Hybrid Championship as he raises Terrell's hand up in the air. Terrell raises his title up in the air as well as his music reprises as he leaves the ring.
WINNER: AND STILL PWX HYBRID CHAMPION, TERRELL ODOM
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JPO is seen in his office, pacing around infront of his desk.
JPO: So, Tyler Graves, the man who stood at my brothers side on his wedding night as his best man-has decided to stick himself where it doesn’t belong. Well that’s fine, because Tyler, I may have had you two pulled apart earlier-and that was to save you Tyler. You see, at New Horizons, it’s going to be you and John-one on one. And Tyler, for your sake, I hope God is feeling merciful, because I know John won’t!
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Main Event: Brian Hollywood vs. Jackson
Both men are in their respective corners. They both eye each other. Brian Hollywood talk trash but Jackson just looks at him with an intense set of eyes. The camera then focuses the PWX World Heavyweight title who is hanging twenty feet above the ring. The referee then asks for the bell to be ring and the time-keeper did so. Once the bell rung, Hollywood quickly slides out of the ring and walks towards the ladder picking it up.
Chris: Looks like Hollywood is looking to integrate the ladder early on into this match…
Ricky: And Jackson is his trail, Chris.
Jackson immediately follows him. Jackson walks towards Hollywood. He then grabs him and turns him around before hammering him with a stiff closed fist punches right into the kisser. Brian Hollywood staggers back as Jackson continue to hammer him with punches. Jackson then pulls Hollywood’s arm and Irish whips him to the guardrail. Jackson then charges towards Brian clotheslining him over the guardrail to the first row.
Ricky: Looks like Jackson is determined to regain his title here tonight.
Chris: I don’t blame Jackson. Though we may not like him and his ways, I don’t like the way Brian Hollywood stole the title from Jackson.
Jackson walks over to the ladder and picked it up. He then slid the ladder into the ring before sliding in himself. Meanwhile, Brian Hollywood is seen recovering on the first row as he struggle to get to his feet. He finally managed to get to his feet before he finds Jackson in the ring setting the ladder up. Hollywood struggles to get over the guardrail as we can see that Jackson is now slowly ascending the ladder. Hollywood finally was able to get himself over the guardrail dropping down ringside on his chest. He then quickly gets to his feet before running towards the ring apron and slides into the ring…
Chris: Jackson is now ascending to the ladder! Can Hollywood finally regains his sense in time to stop Jackson from grabbing the belt?
Ricky: There’s Hollywood! Hollywood just slid in to the ring! What is he going to do??
Brian clobbered Jackson in the back a couple of times that slightly derailed Jackson’s ascension. Brian then slid himself in between Jackson’s leg setting him up for the powerbomb but Jackson fights out of it by kicking Brian in the face twice. Brian staggered back as Jackson turns himself from the leader as he is now facing Brian Hollywood. Jackson then launches himself from the ladder into Brian Hollywood hitting him with a double axe handle that knocks both of them down to the mat.
Ricky: Hollywood attempted to powerbomb Jackson but the veteran in Jackson managed to find a way out of it. In return, Jackson sacrifices himself as he hits Hollywood with the double axe handle!
Jackson gets to his feet first. He then quickly walks over to Hollywood picking him up by the hair. He then hammers Hollywood with a couple of hard closed fist punches right into the chin before pulling his arm into an Irish whip and dropping Hollywood to the ladder face first via a drop toe hold. A small cut is seen on Hollywood’s face as Jackson then mounts him. Jackson then slaps him repeatedly after badmouthing him. Jackson then assaults Hollywood’s forehead as he tries to further more open the laceration. Blood is now starting to pour out from Brian’s wound after that brutal punches from Jackson.
Chris: My God… The match has just started and Brian Hollywood’s already busted open.
Ricky: What can you expect Chris? On matches that involved weapons such as ladder, bleeding is an inevitable thing.
Chris: Agreed.
Jackson then picks Brian Hollywood up before dropping him to the outside. Jackson then begins to ascend the ladder again as we now see Brian Hollywood struggling to get to his feet once again. Brian managed to get back to his vertical base using the apron as his leverage. Jackson continues his climb to the top when Brian finally slides into the ring. Brian then gets to his feet before clobbering Jackson a couple of times in the back before he slid himself in between Jackson’s legs setting him up for a powerbomb again…
Chris: Looks like Hollywood’s so determined of hitting that powerbomb. Can he managed to pull it off this time?
Jackson tries to fight once again by kicking Brian Hollywood but that doesn’t really rattle Hollywood as he still has Jackson in a powerbomb position. Brian then hammers Jackson in the gut a couple of times that weakens Jackson a little bit. Brian then drops Jackson from the ladder to the mat with a sitout powerbomb as the crowd goes wild.
Ricky: He finally did it! Brian Hollywood powerbombs Jackson from the ladder!
Chris: And just like that, the tempo of the match has been changed! Can the defending Champion managed to get his things together and climb the ladder??
Crowd A: Who Needs Bret!?
Crowd B: Who Needs Hogan?
Brian Hollywood gets to his feet. He then stomps Jackson a couple of times before he rolls Jackson out of the ring but Jackson managed to hold on to the bottom ropes. Hollywood then continues stomping him before walking away from him. Hollywood then circles the ladder before adjusting it so the belt it’s just literally above it. Brian then begun his ascend as Jackson is recovering on the opposite side of the ring. Brian slowly climbs the ladder as Jackson is struggling to get up to his feet using the ring ropes as leverage. He then finally get to his feet as he looks at Brian Hollywood who is now halfway up the ladder. Jackson then quickly enters the ring in between the middle and the top ropes before walking over to the ladder. Jackson then begins his ascend as well and before we knew it, Jackson and Hollywood are now face to face on top of the ladder approximately twenty feet in the air.
Chris: Brian Hollywood and Jackson are both on top of the ladder!
Ricky: This is dangerous Chris!
Chris: Who will be taking the proverbial fall?
Brian Hollywood and Jackson looks at each other before looking up to the title. Brian Hollywood then starts talking trash when Jackson suddenly slaps the piss out of his face. Brian then hits him back with a punch to the mouth. All hell breaks loose as a slugfest ensues twenty feet above the ring. Jackson throws a punch. Brian hits him back with a punch of his own. Jackson hits him again. Brian hits him with a forearm smash. Jackson hits Brian Hollywood with a European uppercut. Brian hits him with a chop to the chest. Jackson managed to turn things towards his way by poking Hollywood’s eyes that garnered him some heat from the crowd. Jackson then sets Brian Hollywood up for a T-Bone Suplex as the fans are on their feet.
Chris: Oh no! Is Jackson really going to do it? Is he going to T-Bone Suplex Brian Hollywood from up there??
Ricky: This is not going good for the defending champ Chris! If you can remember, the T-Bone Suplex is what took Ness out of PWX! Could Jackson be really thinking of taking out Brian Hollywood as well??
Brian Hollywood fights back by elbowing Jackson in the side of the head that caused Jackson to let go of the hold. Brian then continues the assault as he continues to hammer Jackson with punches to the face that is making Jackson staggers. Brian then sets Jackson up for a vertical suplex. The crowd is on their feet as Brian Hollywood shouts out to pump them up. Brian Hollywood then raises Jackson up. He then holds him for some time to let the blood flow to the head of Jackson but Jackson managed to reverses it as he falls back down to his former position before lifting Brian Hollywood up and dropping him to the mat with a vertical suplex bringing them both down to the mat.
Chris: OH MY GOD!!
Ricky: HOLY SHIT!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men are laying down on the mat on their back. Jackson is the first one to show some movement. He then slowly tries to get to his knees before crawling towards the ladder. He then uses the ladder as a leverage to get himself back to his feet. Meanwhile, Brian Hollywood has shown some signs of movement too as he shakes his head trying to shake off the cobwebs. He then slowly gets to his knees before crawling towards the bottom ropes. He then slowly tries to get to his vertical base by using the ropes as leverage. Meanwhile, Jackson is back on his feet and he is looking towards Brian Hollywood. He then walks over to Brian before picking him up by the hair. Jackson then starts hammering Hollywood with punches to Brian’s crimson masked face. He then continues the assault before pulling Brian Hollywood’s arm and Irish whips him but Brian reverses it and instead he Irish whips Jackson to the ropes. Jackson then bounces off the ropes and returns. Brian then catches him and hip tosses Jackson right to the ladder! Jackson collides with the ladder with a loud thud as he rolls around the ring clutching his back as Hollywood plays to the crowd.
Chris: Good God. This match is getting more brutal by the minute…
Ricky: And it’ll get more brutal from here. Both men are really focused to get that belt around their waist!
Hollywood then charges towards Jackson and kicks him in the back. Jackson shouts in pain as he rolls out of the ring. Hollywood then follows him as Jackson tries to regroup. Hollywood then grabs him and turns him around before Hollywood hammers him with a forearm smash that sent Jackson staggering. Brian grabs him again and hammers him with another forearm smash. Brian then pulls Jackson’s arm and Irish whips him to the guardrail. Jackson is now leaning on the guardrail as Brian scrambles under the ring. He then pulls out a chair and hold it up to the mixed reactions of the fans.
Chris: Oh no… He has some evil intentions with that chair…
Hollywood then walks towards Jackson stalking him as Jackson is trying to get to his feet. Jackson then turns around and Hollywood hammers him with the chair. Jackson staggers but he is still on his feet. Hollywood clobbers him again but still with the same effect. Hollywood then continues to clobber Jackson with the chair until he finally busts Jackson open and knocks him down to the floor. Hollywood then shouts as he drops the dented floor down to the floor. He then stalks Jackson again as Jackson checks his forehead which is now oozing with blood. He then gets to his feet clueless of what’s about to happen. Jackson turns around and Hollywood charges towards him attempting the “Executive Promise” but Jackson ducks it. Instead, Jackson catches him into an electric chair setup. Jackson then drops Brian Hollywood into the floor with a electric chair drop!
Chris: Brian Hollywood is attempting to hit Jackson with the “Executive Promise” but Jackson turns the tides and turn it into a electric chair drop!
Ricky: And now both men are down on the arena floor! Who will manage to get to their feet quickly to claim that prize hanging high above the ring??
Jackson shows some movement. He is struggling to get to his knees slowly. He then starts crawling towards the ring apron as Brian Hollywood is showing signs of movement as well. Brian then slowly crawls to towards the nearby guardrail. Meanwhile, Jackson is back to his feet and is now slowly getting into the ring. Brian Hollywood sees this as he then hurriedly gets to his feet. Jackson is already in the ring and is already looking at the ladder and the title at the top of it. He then begun his long ascend to the top as Hollywood is now sliding in to the ring. Hollywood then ascends the ladder like a monkey to Jackson’s surprise. Jackson then picks up his pace as he tries to match the climbing speed of Hollywood. They once again meet at the top and Jackson fires the first shot as he punches Hollywood in the face. Hollywood retaliates with a hard right hand of his own. Jackson grabs Hollywood and hammers him with a European uppercut. Both men are slugging out it twenty above the ring as Hollywood forearm smashes Jackson that made Jackson staggers. Hollywood grabs Jackson by the head and sets him up for the Lay Off to the mixed reactions of the fans!
Chris: Is Hollywood going for the Lay-Off??
Ricky: Someone’s going for a fall Chris!!
Brian’s taunting vies Jackson enough time to recover as he fights out of the setup before hitting Hollywood with a haymaker punch that made Hollywood doubles over! Jackson grabs Brian’s arm and places it in a hammerlock before placing Hollywood in a front facelock!
Chris: Jackson escapes the Lay-Off!
Ricky: But can Hollywood escapes what looks to be the Machine Suplex??
Jackson then lifts Hollywood up before dropping backward to the mat driving Hollywood with the Machine Suplex to the mat as the fans are on their feet!
Chris: Machine Suplex! Jackson hits the Machine Suplex! THIS could be it!!
Ricky: And Jackson’s now climbing up the ladder! Can he do it?? Can he pull the title??
Jackson gets to his feet and begin ascending the ladder very very slowly as the move seems to take its toll to Jackson as well. Jackson is going up step by step and he’s now halfway through the top. He then looks down at Brian Hollywood who is still unconscious on the mat. Jackson then continues his ascend and finally reaches the top. He then sits on top of the ladder as he unties the PWX World title from it’s place. He finally managed to untie as the fans is going insane showering Jackson with mixed reactions.
Chris: HE DID IT! JACKSON DID IT! HE RECLAIMED THE PWX WORLD TITLE TONIGHT!
Ricky: WHAT A MATCH CHRIS! BOTH MEN PROVED THE QUALITY OF COMPETITION HERE IN THE PWX IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!
Chris: AND BASED ON THE REACTION OF THE FANS, WE CAN SEE THAT THEY APPRECIATE THE EFFORTS HERE TONIGHT!
Jackson poses on top of the ladder as the show slowly fades to its closing.
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