Post by PWXonline on Apr 10, 2014 18:42:52 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 75: INITIATION ACTIVATED
RIVER CENTER ARENA
BATON ROUGE, LOUISIANA
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 9TH, 2014
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[Shawn Lester is backstage with a microphone in his hands. he looks at the camera and brings the microphone to his lips.]
Shawn Lester: Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time, Troy Stone.
[Troy soon walks on screen along with Bruce Bowen and Megan Pierce. Troy looks at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before looking at Shawn Lester and laughing.]
Troy: Eee you decided to wear that? Because I guess a yellow tie looks really good on a gray suit. I wish you lived with your mother so she could tell you just how bad you look. Or maybe not. Maybe she thinks you look nice. In that case, she's a horrible mother. She clearly doesn't care.
Shawn: O...k. Anyways tonight John Pariah takes on one of your friends David Wilson in the main event. And recently John Pariah has made it known that he wants a piece of you. Your thoughts?
[Troy laughs.]
Troy: My thoughts? Yeah blockbuster main event tonight. I know Davey's want a crack at Johnny for a while and if I was Johnny I would be more worried about him than me. Since you know he's going to be in the ring with Davey and not me. But you know what, I'm not phased by Johnny and why should I? I've beaten him once and I would do it again. Simple fact. Pariah can't touch me at anything. Whether it's in the ring or aesthetically, I best him at everything. Look I didn't get to be in the position I am without stealing every single show and I have. 99% of the locker room BTW, hasn't done a fraction to what Troy Stone has managed to do in eleven months and whether Johnny wants to admit or not and whether if all the dweebs in the audience wants to admit it, John Pariah is a part of that 99%. Now you-
[Suddenly, Troy Stone stops as he's interrupted by Brian Hollywood. Troy stops looking at his hand mirror and directs his attention to Hollywood as does Megan and Bruce.]
Brian: Troy, we need to talk. I've been trying to get a hold of you and Megan.
Troy: Yeah...about that. Here's the deal alright? When we made this agreement to be partners, I envisioned a very beneficial and profitable relationship. And it was going well. Really well. And then you actually gave Wrath a title shot by losing to him when you know I was just about to set up the Lottery fo Dreams II. And then you turned a blind eye and let Tiami put my babe on the shelf. And given the fact that you haven't answered any of my answers to why, I went back to the well and thought about it and now it's clear to me. This partnership? It's starting to show negative effects for Troy Stone.
Brian: Well we could-
Troy: No. Don'[t go there. I tried being reasonable. You're right. We could have worked things out. But you didn't give me answers in enough time so as the smart business man that Troy Stone is, it's dawned on me that this partnership no longer benefits. So you know what, we're done. I don't need this. Troy Stone was at the top before and Troy Stone will get there again like I did the first time. By building my own foundation and that's something you, Johnny boy and everyone in PWX is going to see. Don't worry, it's not you..it's you and everyone in the Establishment. So there you go. We're done and now I have to run so..lates.
[Troy soon walks away as Bruce and Megan follow. The camera cuts back to Hollywood where he clearly starts to get frustrated. Shawn Lester comes back into view towards Hollywood.]
Lester: I don't suppose you have anything to say to me, do you?
[Hollywood slowly turns his head towards Shawn and looks at him with rage. A few moments later, Hollywood's anger turns to a sadistic smile.]
Hollywood: Actually, it's funny you should mention that, Shawn. It appears Troy Stone and the rest of his failing House comrades have finally fallen in my elaborate plan. Stone thinks he always held the power around here...and he's about to find out just how wrong he really is...
Hollywood pauses and turns to Shawn. He then raises his voice so that he makes sure everyone can in the arena can hear him.
Hollywood: You want to play with the big boys now, do you Stone?! Well step right up because your about to get your first lesson of reality 101. So I hope you can hear me loud and clear, because this message isn't just directed at you...
[Hollywood clears his throat and continues]
Hollywood: As of THIS MOMENT, the Main Event of the evening has been CHANGED! The main event is no longer John Pariah vs David Wilson. The main event is now John Ojeda vs Darin Zion! Oh and just in case that wasn't insulting to you yet, Wilson, your match with Pariah.....is after our opening match! Merry Christmas fucker! As for you, Stone, I'm just getting warmed up..but now, for your sake, I'd be looking over your shoulders...you never know just where this little fuck up of yours is going to take you, but I DO!
[Hollywood laughs and shakes his head as he walks down the hallway as we fade to our opening match of the night.]
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SINGLES MATCH
SCHMEID vs CASH MONEY
[Schmied and Cash Money immediately start out in the ring. Cash Money immediately reaches out for a handshake, but Schmied immediately steps away and stands in the middle of the ring. Schmied looks angrily on as the referee immediately rings the bell. Cash Money cowers for a moment, staying away from Schmied, who just stands there. Schmied motions for Cash Money to give it his best shot. Money comes up and starts hitting Schmied, who stays planted in place with his feet firmly on the ground, taunting Cash Money to a chorus of boos. Cash Money then runs against the ropes and hits Schmied with a cross body, but hits the ground stiffly and cringes in pain. Cash Money will not let Schmied insult him, so immediately Cash Money tries to lift Schmied, but Schmied keeps planted on the ground and Money hurts his back. Schmied immediately lifts Cash Money up like clock work and immediately sends him straight into the barricade stiffly. The crowd awws in completely shock.]
Chris: What impact by Schmied! He threw Cash Money stiffly into the barricade and we got a stiff splat against it. Now Schmied's on the outside ready to do some dirty work.
Ricky: The beast is unleashed!
Chris: LIKE A HOOKER!
Ricky: DELIEVERENCE! I feel like we reversed that shit too much, but anyways, the beast is about to tear apart Cash Money.
[Schmied picks up Cash again and immediately body slams him against barricade. Schmied then picks Cash up and immediately throws him into the barricade. Schmied immediately rushes towards Cash and spears him right through the barricade. The referee immediately starts yelling at Schmied to bring the match back into the ring. Schmied growls at the referee. Schmied picks up Cash and lifts him into the ring. Schmied takes Cash on his shoulder and hits a stiff Samoan Backdrop on Cash Money. Schmied covers Cash Money and the referee immediately counts.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEE......NO?!
Ricky: WHAT A DOUCHE?! I love it! Make Cash Money suffer for being a wigger wannabe!
Chris: You're a sick bastard you do know that! Wigger's are people too! They have rights!
Ricky: No, that's something else we cannot say on PWX TV...those people have been free since Abe Lincoln.
Chris: Why don't you stop being offensive with your history lessons and focus on Schmied...I know this isn't as good as Lesnar vs. Taker at Mania, but you can at least focus.
Ricky: I don't need to watch this...
*BOOOM!***
[Schmied immediately plants Cash Money neck first on a spine buster, attempting to send Cash Money out on a stretcher. Schmied sends Cash Money into the turnbuckle and Schmied sets Cash Money on the top turnbuckle. He then hits a super belly to belly suplex and Cash lands head first on the mat, holding his neck. Schmied smiles for a moment, admiring his destruction.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU SCHMIED! FUCK YOU SCHMIED!
[Schmied immediately screams out "yeah, don't forget to call me Goldberg you fuckin' smarks." Schmied immediately picks up Cash Money and nails a jackhammer and covers Money.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEE....NO?!?!
[Immediately Schmied releases on the pinfall attempt and smirks at the crowd. Cash Money struggles back up to his feet while the crowd cheers. Schmied turns around and watches Cash Money immediately running towards him. He immediately picks Money up and sends him flying. As Money comes back down, Schmied immediately hits a stiff uppercut and Cash's jaw goes in a weird direction. Schmied picks up a couple of Cash Money's teeth and he smiles as he puts them near his mouth sadistically, almost enjoying it. He tosses the teeth into the crowd. Schmied then stomps on Cash Money's body a few times. Schmied then picks up Cash Money and does lifts with him for a moment, taunting the crowd with his strength. Schmied then sets Cash on his shoulder for the Blitzkreig Hammer. Schmied charges and immediately sends Cash Money neck first into the mat and shatters his neck. Schmied smiles knowing his botches were intensional. He then steps on to Cash Money's lifeless body and covers him with just his foot.]
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
THREEE!!!!!
WINNER: SCHMEID
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["Chalk Outline" reprises and Schmied taunts for a moment before cutting the music. Schmied signals for a microphone and immediately sets it down. He then sees the paramedics coming for Cash Money. As he does, he immediately grabs Cash Money and tosses him straight into the paramedics and into the stretcher. The crowd immediately showers him with boos as he picks up the microphone and scowls at the crowd.]
Schmied: I'll make it short, sweet, and quick! Adam! That's just a taste of our match at The Iniative. I'll intentionally botch my moves to break your neck and end your career. Because I am the future PWX...
WHAM!!
Chris: GREAT SCOTT! Adam Stryker just hit Schmied with the steel chair like none other!!!!
Ricky: And he's not letting up on his ass either. He's bending that chair and Schmied's still not gone down yet!
[Adam Stryker continues to hammer the shit out of Schmied with the steel chair. Immediately Schmied rips the steel chair out of Adam's hands, but as soon as he does that he nails Schmied with a Head Hunter's Kick. Schmied goes flying over the top rope and Adam Stryker immediately climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates. Schmied stays laying on the ground in complete shock...reeling in anger.]
Chris: And Schmied goes over the ropes...
Ricky: Like a hooker! He just flew and he's gunna kill Stryker! You can tell, just by how he handled Cash Money tonight.
Chris: But tonight goes down as Adam Stryker getting the advantage. He wants the PWX Championship and he'll stop at nothing to get to it.
[Adam Stryker immediately motions down at Schmied as the scene fades to black.]
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The commercial break comes to a close as an advertisement for Mega Nug’s Nuggets fades into static. The cameras return to a live feed of the backstage area of the arena. Chris Caudill can be seen walking through the expansive corridor where the private dressing rooms for the higher echelon of the PWX Roster can be found. Chris continues to push through this corridor with a camera man in tow. As he passes by all of the rooms he approaches the Locker Rooms where the lesser talents and rookies of PWX have to share a public dressing area together. Jedi Mind Trick’s “Design in Malice” can be heard bumping from an IPod dock in the corner of the locker room. Matthew Prince is sitting on one of the benches lacing up his boots in preparation of his match against Anton Chase.
Chris Caudill comes barging into the locker room with barely a knock upon the door or an introduction. Instead he comes right into full view of Matthew Prince with the camera man sticking his lense damn near into the right eye socket of Prince. “Prince, PWX fans around the world haven’t stopped talking about your rather shocking entrance into the ranks of PWX. Your ambush of TJ Codair has sent shockwaves throughout the internet and message boards alike. Are you worried about the repercussions of such actions?” the high-strung ring announcer blasts towards Prince who still seems more content to continue lacing up his boots. “What about the rumors on the internet that you were trained at the Hell House, a place that has always been steeped in lore and controversy” Chris continues his prying as Prince finishes lacing up his boots.
Standing up straight as if he simply threw a switch, a right hand adorned in black fingerless gloves comes to wrap around the neck of the insect who had been buzzing away in the face of Prince. “If you ever mention the name of that place to me once more, I’m going to snap your neck, rip off your throat and shit down it” Matthew snarls as he pushes Caudill backwards towards the opposite side of the locker room. “You and Management alike have no idea what is really going on, and that is completely fine with me. TJ Codair was just the beginning, a shot across the bow of PWX to put the entire company on notice” Prince answers as he opens his locker room and slips on a ragged and worn black beater. “Anton Chase, he’s just a stepping stone that I have to squash in order to show this company that I deserve more” Matthew snaps back as he turns and faces the cameras once more.
“This isn’t about Wrestling Titles, this isn’t about records and this certainly isn’t about kicking the shit out of a vaginal cum-bubble like Anton Chase or a gargling cockbreath like TJ Codair. They are both merely obstacles that stand in the way of my higher goals for this company. I didn’t join this company to do backflips across the canvas and help the company talk for an hour and a half while providing only three actual matches like other companies do. This is about putting the entire industry on notice….I am going to raze this company to the foundation and help build it into the single-most powerful business on the entire globe. Sure….this is certainly a lofty goal…..but when you have the right friends watching your back, anything is possible…” Prince finishes as Caudill is still trying to get air through his bruised throat.
Suddenly the door to the locker room is kicked wide open and TJ Codair comes flying through and directly after Matthew Prince. The two men instantly lock into a flurry of punches as Caudill and the camera man move away to the entrance of the locker room. TJ Codair jacks Prince into one of the lockers, causing the steel door to cave completely in. Prince pushes away from the locker and tackles TJ Codair across the locker room floor. Their bodies both come crashing down into one of the wood benches and shatter it completely in half. “Security, security, help!” Caudill screams in a voice that would make one think that his balls were currently sitting up within the man’s throat. Prince launches up from the floor as lifts Codair up. TJ drives his fist into the stomach of Prince, causing him to stagger backwards.
Quickly four men dressed in black shirts with “PWX Security” written across the back come rushing into the room. Two men move to restrain TJ Codair and the other two attempt to restrain Prince. Codair flips the two security guards ass over tea kettle while Prince head-butts one guard and knees another in the balls. The two men are at each other’s throats once more, launching into punches as both men land strikes against one another. Neither TJ nor Prince seems content to give up ground as this little skirmish seems to be only a warm-up for both men. The camera even manages to get an image of Prince smiling somewhat as the two continue to assault one another. “Security!!!!!!” Caudill screams again as he takes off into the corridor, leaving the camera man who can’t pass up a chance to film such an amazing rumble.
Damn near the entire security force comes bursting into the Locker Rooms; men armed with Riot Batons and Tasers can be seen. No less than six men swarm around Codair while another six swarm around Prince, managing to separate the two of them. “You’re mine, you bloody bastard! Prince, I’m going to have you head on a fucking pike!” Codair roars as the security force attempts to remove Prince from the locker room. “You name the time and the place, cockbreath! When I’m finished with Chase, you’re next! Make sure to dig yourself a hole in the ground before hand, it’ll save you some aggravation!” Prince fires back as he is removed from the locker room. The camera man brings the shot back to Codair as his face is completely flushed over as he continues to resist the security guards. The scene cuts back to a live shot of the ring and the fans in anticipation of the next match on the card.
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[Arena lights go out as the the melodic guitar intro is heard, and shots of the Chicago skyline are shown. The song begins to pick up steam, as we cut to a man on the roof-wearing a hood. He throws the hood back, as "Southtown" by The Ghost Inside hits the PA system-and shots of John Pariah are shown on the screen.]
Welcome to hard times,
Back again like it’s never been, for the first time
It seems to mess with my head.
So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate.
Could I be the next guy
That you take before I wake?
Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray.
This here is real life,
Circumstances make you think.
Should i be counting my blessings,
The next second my eyes blink.
[The crowd roars as John Pariah steps out onto the stage-with his arms in a crucifix. The lights sihlloutets his body-as he turns around and throws his right arm up in the air as the crowd pops.]
You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play.
Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank god that I made it alive.
[The crowd roars as he heads down the ramp, and slides into the ring. He sticks his body through the top and middle ropes-and throws his arm in the air-throwing his hood back and yelling to the crowd. His face is covered with a plastic mask-resembling facepaint-not to dissimilar to the Ultimate Warriors. The crowd pops as he tosses his hood to the floor-revealing a 2CW shirt as the music fades to black.]
Crowd: JOHN PARIAH! *clap clap clapclapclap* JOHN PARIAH
[He takes the mic from Alexis, as he looks over the crowd.]
Pariah: I may be Chicago’s Finest…….
[The crowd is mixed.]
Pariah: But I’m still a Hoosier at heart!
[The crowd pops loudly.]
Pariah: Troy Stone wants to get involved in MY business? Tonight, I’m sending a message to him. Wake up Troy, get Zions hand out from your ass, and STOP being his goddamn puppet. You’re better than this Troy. You didn’t need Zion to win the World Grand Prix….or the Evolution Title…or the World Title….why the hell do you need him now?
[The crowd roars with a loud “Fuck You Zion” chant.]
Pariah: Tonight…I’ll send a message to you Troy, and I’ll use your little friend David Wilson to do it. So Davey, my friend…step on up to the Gates of Gotham boy…..
[He stops and looks at the crowd, who are cheering as Pariah snarls.]
Pariah: BECAUSE WE’RE GOING TO LOAD THE SHIP UP WITH ROCKET FUEL AND BLAST OFF TO THE MOON IN THE SHADOWS OF THE WAARRIIOORRSS!!
[The crowd erupts as Pariah drops the mic and pulls his 2CW shirt off-taking the mask with it. He rolls to the floor and hands it to a child in the front row as Davids music hits…]
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SINGLES MATCH
JOHN PARIAH vs DAVID WILSON
["Desperate Times, Desperate Measures" hits the PA system as the crowd quickly begin jeering. Soon, David Wilson walks out to ramp with Bruce Bowen following him. The obvious noticeable thing that sticks out about David is the red, white and black body paint all over his face and body along with a kendo stick in his hand. David looks at the crowd before points towards the ring with his kendo stick. David glares at Bruce before he looks at the ring. David then starts to make his way down the ramp.]
Alexis Lace: From Liverpool, England, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is the "Ripper" DAVVID WILLLSON!
Define me a parasite.
Define my host.
Trapped beneath the floor.
I slowly waste away.
Now I pull my frail body into the chair.
And look me in the face.
Oh, disappointments, so disappointing.
This may be my last one.
It's gonna be good and hard.
It might be a touch out of key. (a touch out of key)
[David slowly walks down to the ring as he hears those at ringside booing him. David looks at them and points to a few using his kendo stick before drifting his eyes back to the ring. Bruce follows suit. David continues his trot until he manages to walks up the steel steps. Bruce remains on the outside. David turns around and faces the crowd as they boo him. David simply stands on the apron and stares at all of them before he enters the ring.]
When this thing breaks.
I will be you
You will be me.
I pray that this is really happening.
When this thing breaks.
I will be you
You will be me.
Let's hope this is short lived and riddled with disease
[David walks to the middle of the ring, eyes closed and kendo stick in hand. David then slowly opens his eyes and points towards the audience with his kendo stick. David then tosses his kendo stick to Bruce on the outside before he walks over to a corner and prepares for his match.]
Ricky: David Wilson got robbed out of his main event match tonight by Mr. Executive himself. David Wilson now looks like he's going to kill Pariah with that Kendo Stick.
Chris: Yes, this'll be a great match based on what's happened the last few weeks. The tale of the tape of this match: Pariah gets screwed by David Wilson's boss at High Stakes 2014 and now we've got David Wilson trying to prove to the world that John Pariah's a tool.
Ricky: Like a hooker! But honestly, the deliverance comes down to Pariah's hatred....and there the music hits.
[“Southtown” by The Ghost Inside hits the PA system and David Wilson starts to look around for Pariah. As Wilson continues to look around behind the titantron, Pariah immediately rolls from under the ring. Immediately the crowd pops as Pariah quickly slides in. As Wilson slides the Kendo Stick, Pariah immediately nails him with the Mirakuru and the kendo stick goes flying into the audience. Pariah nails Wilson so stiffly he flips in mid air. The referee turns and sees Pariah and immediately rings the bell. Pariah immediately hooks the leg and the crowd immediately goes wild. They count with the referee loudly filling up the arena.]
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
Chris: SHORTEST MATCH IN ADR HISTORY!!!! THREE FULL SECONDS!
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
Chris: Delieverence! That was fucking the most brutal shot in all of PWX history. And Pariah's celebrating like he won a championship!
Ricky: BUT?! BUT?!
WINNER: JOHN PARIAH
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[Pariah immediately goes towards the crowd and grabs the kendo stick from the audience member who caught it. He smiles and whispers something to him, and immediately belts straight into the ring. Pariah then picks up the stick and immediately starts lobbing it stiffly across David Wilson's face and back until the stick shatters. Pariah then takes the broken pieces of the kendo stick and immediately splits open David Wilson. Immediately after, Pariah then grabs a set of steel steps and immediately signals something from his old school moveset.]
Chris: That's the signal for Real Time Inertia! He's about to make an example out of Wilson!
Ricky: Well, I'm glad Hollywood took this match out of the main event. It's a slaughter house!
[Pariah immediately hoists Wilson up and signals for Real Time Inertia, but suddenly BAM!!! Troy Stone immediately nails John Pariah directly in the face with a superkick and finishes it off with Cloud Nine Soulless Mayhem onto the steps. Troy Stone grabs Wilson and he rushes him out of there as quickly as he possibly can. Pariah immediately gets up and no sells Troy's signature move. He looks up and glares on as WIlson's looks out of it and Troy's smiling taunting Pariah with a chorus of boos.]
Ricky: The former champion of divinity saves his House of Stone stablemate.
Chris: Yeah?! But at what cost? Now Pariah'll bury Stone worse than he buried Wilson tonight.
Ricky: One thing's for sure....this rivalry is getting more and more intense as time passes. The question remains is thing...will Stone be able to trump Pariah, or will Pariah's hatred grow more intense as this continues.
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[We’re backstage with the Vox Populi, where Elijah Black is sat on a flight with a copy of Malcolm Gladwell’s The Tipping Point, and he tears a page out of it]
Black: Simplified to the point of making the point meaningless…
[Black rips another page out of it]
Black: Insulting to the meanest intelligence…
[Black rips out yet another page]
Black: Self-satisfied and masturbatory…
[Black goes to rip out another page, then pauses]
Black: On second thoughts, everything in this waste of paper is suspect.
[Black hurls what’s left of the book aside and swats the stack of torn out pages off the flight case to the floor]
Everett: Is this a bad time?
Black: No, no – it’s good to remind myself that what so many consider “intellectual” is about as insightful as the agony aunt column in some backwater newspaper and provides as many answers as a Creationist on the DVD commentary for Jurassic Park.
Everett: Well, if that’s the case, what’s the plan for tonight?
[Black pauses for thought]
Black: Tell you what, you tell me what you think the plan for this evening should be?
Everett: I go out there and make Jessica Harmony’s night anything but harmonious, and spend the rest of the night wondering where the hell Mascara Muerto are? I mean, they’re not exactly fighting champions, they ain’t been seen since they fluked that damn match.
Black: Not a bad plan, but I’m thinking it could do with something a little more…memorable.
Everett: What’re you thinking?
Black: I like the part about Jessica Harmony getting mown down like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a M1 Abrams, but when the match is done we’ll have the platform, so why not use it? After all, there’s been a lot of talk about “change” happening in this city already this week, and unlike Obama we’re not being hamstrung by Republicans shouting down any attempts to improve life for The People because they’re acting like high school jocks that want to piss on the other guy no matter how good their ideas are, so we can take that moment in the spotlight and use it to take a few steps up the ladder and show everyone the importance of the Vox.
Everett: Tell me more.
Black: I will, but not here. If you didn’t notice there’s a camera crew standing five feet away from you.
[Black looks directly at the camera with a withering look on his face, then steps off the flight case and puts an arm around Everett’s shoulder, guiding him away from the camera crew and discussing their plan out of earshot]
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SINGLES MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs MATTHEW PRINCE
The live feed cuts away from a commercial break featuring Mega Nug’s Noontime Nonnies. A shot of the ring is show as the crowd is going wild in anticipating of the upcoming match.
Chris: This match has been swirling with hype mostly due to last week’s madness.
Ricky: You mean when Matthew Prince decided to make his PWX debut by assaulting TJ Codair backstage?
Chris: No, I was referring to your bikini wax gone wrong. Of course I’m talking about that!
The lights cut out suddenly to the arena. The crowd calms down to a mixed chorus of anticipation and wonders. The opening drum line and riffs to Kreator’s “Impossible Brutality” begin to blast out from the speaker stacks situated on either side of the entrance of the stage. Matthew Prince emerges from the backstage to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos. As he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, he pays little attention to the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd in attendance around him. Approaching the edge of the ring, he reaches up and grabs the middle rope. In one fluid motion he hoists himself up onto the edge of the ring and over the ropes. Landing on the heels of his wrestling boots, he begins to bounce to the left and right on his feet warming up in anticipation of the upcoming match.
Ricky: Prince has a lot to prove tonight. Rumors are already swirling about a possible match against TJ Codair with title implications.
As Faint by Linkin Park blasts over the PA system, white smoke fills the entrance. The shadow of a person appears standing behind the smoke. As the form comes forward we see Anton Chase make his way down the ramp. With a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air. Chase then climbs into the ring and comes face to face with Prince as the two already begin jawing with one another. The referee moves to pull them apart for the time being. The crowd is already cheering on the two men.
Chris: This arena feels like it’s going to explode.
Ricky: Yeah, like I did all over your mom last night!
Chris: Dude!
Ricky: What, your sister wasn’t complaining two nights ago!!
The bell rings as Chase and Prince continue to stare each other down. They begin to circle each other around the ring as both men wait to see who is going to make the first move. Suddenly the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. A power struggle ensues as Chase locks Prince into an armbar. Prince quickly reverses and applies an armbar to Anton. Anton escapes and spins around to lock a Cobra Clutch on Prince. Prince gasps for air and flips forward so that his back comes crashing down onto the stomach of Chase. Both wrestlers roll away from each other for a moment to catch their breath while the fans are cheering wildly.
Ricky: That was a hell of a warmup.
Chris: I can’t wait to see what happens when they get serious.
Quickly Prince and Anton are back to their feet. Prince nods to Anton out of respect and motions for the man to come and get it. Anton springs into the air and delivers a Spinning Wheel Kick that knocks Prince back into the ropes. Chase is quickly back to his feet as he locks up once more with Prince. With staggering force he whips Prince across the ring. As Prince bounces off the ropes he twists around and delivers a Big Boot right to Anton’s jaw. Anton flips completely over and lands on his back, staggered for a moment.
Chris: Prince damn near kicked Anton’s jaw off!
Ricky: I thought I felt that all the way down here.
Chris: Nah, that was just Mexican food from last night.
Prince moves to lift Anton up off the canvas mat. As Anton is rustled up to his feet he suddenly delivers a blow to the Solar Plexus of Prince. As Prince doubles over Anton locks up with his opponent and delivers a shattering T-Bone Suplex. Prince folds over into the corner near and adjacent turnbuckle. The referee moves to check on Prince while Anton taunts the crowd.
Chris: I think Anton just broke Matthew Prince’s neck!
Ricky: He’s going to need a good chiropractor after that one.
Anton Chase steps over Prince and begins to climb up to the top rope of the closest turnbuckle. He stands up completely straight and then launches into a 450 Splash. With a sudden burst of speed rarely seen Prince launches up to his feet and catches Chase as he comes through the last revolution of the 450. He catches Anton with a Diamond Cutter as both bodies come crashing into the canvas.
Ricky: Holy shit, Prince was playing possum!
Wasting little time with this advantage, Prince drags Anton to the middle of the wrestling floor. The referee goes for the count.
One
Two!!
Anton Chase kicks out of the pin!
Chris: I really thought that Prince had ended the match with that move.
Prince is pissed with the referee but looks down to Anton as he hoists him up from the mat. Anton breaks out of Prince’s hold with a European Uppercut. Prince staggers backwards as Chase stalks his prey. He locks up with his opponent and delivers a Swinging Inverted Neckbreaker.
Ricky: The Chase Factor! This could be a turning point for the match
Chase quickly covers up Prince and the referee falls to the ring.
One!
Two!!
Prince kicks out of the pin attempt!!!
Chris: What is it going to take for one of these men to end this match?
Anton jaws with the referee about a slow count as he moves to pick up Prince from the ring mat. Hoisting Matthew back up, Anton goes to grapple with Prince once more. Chase attempts a Vertical Suplex but Prince brings his legs around to prevent Anton from getting the leverage he needs. Anton tries a second time to deliver the suplex but he is once again blocked. Prince rears his head back and smashes his forehead right into the nose of Chase. Chase is seeing stars as his nose begins to bleed. Like a shark in water Prince stalks Anton and locks up with him. He tosses Chase into the nearest turnbuckle, causing Anton to bounce violently off the buckles. Rushing after him, Prince picks Anton up and sets him down onto the top turnbuckle. Bringing the man across his shoulders in an inverted fashion, he walks back into the middle of the ring and then slams Anton into it with an Inverted Death Valley Driver.
Ricky: Oh my God, he killed Anton!
Chris: Man, that is so fifteen years ago.
With the crumpled form of Anton Chase slumped across the wrestling mat, his blood is all over the face and chest of Matthew Prince. The crowd is in shock and awe over the display of technicality and violence in the middle of the ring. Catching his breath, he moves to pin Anton Chase once more. The referee drops to the side to go for the count.
One!
Two!!
Thr - - - Anton kicks out of the pin attempt!!!!
Chris: Anton has certainly eaten his Wheaties this morning.
Ricky: And you’re bitching to me about sounding dated!?
Matthew Prince moves to the side and comes to sit back in one of the corners. He shakes his head in disbelief that Anton is still capable of moving. He remains in the corner and waits for Anton to get back up to his feet. Once Chase is finally shakily standing, Prince tears out from the corner and comes running at Anton. At the last second Anton sidesteps Prince and captures him by the head. Falling backwards to the mat, Anton drives both of his knees into the abdomen and pectorals of Prince. Prince crashes backwards onto his back and struggles for air as Anton flops on top of him for the pin attempt. The referee goes to make the count.
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Thre - - - Matthew Prince kicks out at the last second. The crowd completely loses it!
Ricky: Whether you either love or hate these men, you have to commend them on the match they are putting on. This could possibly steal the thunder even from the main event!
Chris: I think I need a new pair of underwear…
Ricky: Aw, come on, man!
Anton rolls over onto his back and shakes his head in disbelief. Both men are giving everything they have and neither one of them seems to want to give in. Anton and Prince slowly both roll back and stand up to their feet. Standing to face one another once more, the crowd takes turns chanting both men’s names. The two nod to one another and both launch into a series of punches. Anton and Matthew go blow for blow as punches and chops are delivered to the delight of the fans in attendance.
As the two men continue to assault one another with a series of punches and chops, it appears as if Matthew Prince is gaining the upper hand. Anton Chase is starting to run out of steam as he throws less punches and is just barely able to block the blows that are coming at his face and body. Prince continues to push Anton towards the rope with the relentless assault. Finally Prince Irish Whips Anton out of the ropes and towards the opposite side of the ring. As Anton bounces against the ropes and comes rushing back, Prince delivers a lightning-quick Standing Sidekick right to the chest of Anton Chase.
Chris: Holy crap, did you see how fast Prince delivered that kick!
Ricky: No, I was busy staring at that woman’s chest in the front row.
With yet another devastating kick landing against Anton Chase, Prince turns and looks to the crowd as they are cheering him on. The man lifts up both his middle fingers to the crowd but that only seems to spur them on. Shrugging his shoulders, we see him mouth the words “fuck it” as he stalks towards the closest turnbuckle in proximity to Anton Chase. Climbing up to the top of the turnbuckle, the massive six feet four inch frame of Prince takes off into the sky. Bringing his legs forward as he gains downward momentum, Prince crashes down onto Anton with a Guillotine Leg Drop.
Chris: I thought white men couldn’t jump!?
Ricky: Chris…...STOP QUOTING THE NINETIES!!!
Roars of applause, shock and awe fill the arena as Matthew Prince sits up and contemplates simply pinning Anton Chase. A fiendish smirk comes across his face as he shakes his head and moves to stand up to his feet. Drawing his finger across his neck, he moves to lift up Anton Chase directly from the wrestling mat. In one fluid motion he picks up the entire body of Anton and hoists him over his shoulders so that Chase’s back is resting against his right shoulder with his stomach to the ceiling. Falling forward, he swings Anton Chase forward and drives him down into the mat with the top of his head and neck being crushed into the wrestling mat.
Chris: What kind of move was that!?
Ricky: According to the stat sheets, Prince calls that move the Impossible Brutality!
Chris: Someone get a mop to get what’s left of Anton Chase off the wrestling mat!
Matthew Prince leaves nothing to chance as he covers up Anton Chase for the pin attempt. The referee falls to the mat to go for the count.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Chris: Matthew Prince defeats Anton Chase in his debut match! I haven’t seen a rookie take to the ring like that in a very long time.
Ricky: Something tells me that Prince is putting the entire PWX on notice tonight.
Standing to his feet, Matthew Prince looks down to the broken form of Anton Chase and shrugs his shoulders. He pushes past the referee and seems to care less about the cheers and applause that is coming from the fans throughout the arena. Matthew walks over to the Announcer’s Table with fire in his eyes.
Ricky: Mommy!!!!
Chris: Screw this, I’m out!
Matthew scares off the ring announcers for the time being as he grabs one of the microphones.
Prince: Hello PWX, I hope you’re all enjoying the show tonight. Can someone explain to me why this cannon fodder was tossed my way tonight? I only decided to let the kid have I chance so I didn’t end up breaking his neck and sending him to the hospital. Where are you, Codair!?
Just then, the audio cuts out as Five Finger Death Punch’s “White Knuckles” explodes onto the PA system throughout the arena.
WINNER: MATTHEW PRINCE
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Prince starts to stomp on Chase, as Chase tries to roll out of the way. Prince kicks Chase in the head. As Chase lays there unconcious, and then begins to stomp on him some more as a loud roar is heard from the backstage area, as Prince stops stomping on Chase. Prince turns around as Codair comes flying down the entrance ramp on his 1977 Harley Davidson Sportster as the fans erupt. Codair stops short of the ring, and steps off the Harley. He pulls out a long 12 foot chain and throws it into the ring, as Prince is calling him in. COdair slides into the ring, as Prince goes to stomp on Codair, but Codair quickly rolls to his knees and quickly uppercuts him in the balls, Prince kneels over as Codair drives a knee right to Princes jaw. Prince stumbles back, as Codair grabs him by the legs and picks him charging into the turnbuckles.
Chris: Codair is like a man possessed.
Ricky: Whatever it is, the roof has exploded, revenge.
Codair drives a couple of fist shots to Prince's chest, as Prince calls for Codair to do more. Codair flips off Prince, as Prince glares at Codair and throws a punch of his own, Codair duck, grabs Prince in a rear waist lock and German Suplexes prince lays there stunned as Codair pulls him back to his feet, and German Suplexes him again, as the fans pop. Anton Chase slowly gets to his feet as Codair picks up Prince again and hits another German suplex.
Ricky: Hat Trick.
Chris: Wait, Codair has not let go, he just hit another one.
Ricky: 4 Germans.
Codair holds onto the rear waist lock and pulls Prince back up and hits another German Suplex, as Prince begins to limp in Codair's arms, as Codair pulls Prince back up and hits another German Suplex. Chase stands up seeing what is going on, as Codair holds him up again, and hits another German Suplex. Codair picks up Prince for one more, this time hitting a release German suplex as Prince lays in the middle of the ring. Codair gets back to his feet and grabs the chain as Chase confronts him. Codair ignores him and walks over to Prince. Codair wraps the chain around Princes neck, then pulls out a bolt lock from his pocket and locks the chain around Prince's throat. Codair pulls at the end of the chain, and drags him in the ring towards the apron, as Chase confronts Codair again, as the camera gets close.
Chase: What are you doing.
TJ: Back off kid, you want none of this.
Codair drops down to the matt, and rolls out to the arena floor. As Chase stands in the middle of the ring, looking on, as Codair wraps the other end of the chain to the back of Codair's Harley. He pulls out another lock, and locks it, as he starts up his Harley.
Ricky: He ain't
Chris: No Teej, Don't do this.
Codair lets the Harley roar for a moment as Prince starts to come to, he rolls onto his back as Codair takes off up the entrance ramp dragging Prince behind him, Codair turns off, and exits out the back as the fans are losing there minds with Codair chants.
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The cameras fade in on Jessica Harmony stretching. Timothy Hunt is seen standing there, ready to go for his own match.
"You ready for Tiami?"
Tim just laughed and Jessica got up from her stretching position.
"What is so funny Tim?"
"I have fought that girl and her family countless times. Screw Hollywood and his repercussions, if she lays a finger on me...well...the golden girl of The Establishment goes down."
She laughed, squeezing his shoulder before leaving.
"The wrath of Hollywood stretches far beyond Tiami. He is creating the perfect PWX, the one in his and Darin's image. Times have changed, glad to see you haven't."
Jess left, leaving Tim to stand, smiling and finishing preparations for his match.
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SINGLES MATCH
SPECIAL GUEST REF: TIAMI TYLER
RHONIN vs TIMOTHY HUNT
Rhonin and Hunt lock up, as Rhonin quickly over powers Hunt and irish whips him to the ropes. Hunt bounces off the ropes and runs back at Rhonin catching him with a quick spear out of nowhime. Rhonin rolls around in shock and quickly gets back to his feet. As Hunt quickly gets back to him feet and runs to the ropes again and bounces off them, Rhonin quickly dodges out of the way as Hunt runs past him and bounces off the opposite side of the ropes. He bounces back and heads at Rhonin as Rhonin trips him up with a drop toe hold and then quickly rolls back to his and takes him leg and smahes it off the matt.
Chris: Rhonin quickly on the attack after Tim started the match off fast
Ricky: This will definatly be a fast paced match.
Rhonin runs towards the ropes and hits a baseball slide into Hunts jaw. Hunt rolls over holding him mouth as Rhonin gets back to his feet and looks out to the fans. Hunt gets to him knees as Rhonin turns and is met with a quick jab to the gut. He shakes it off and goes to pick him up as Hunt hits a quick jab to the gut again.
Ricky: Tim will not be denied
Rhonin backs up as Hunt gets back to him feet and kicks Rhonin in the gut, and runs towards Rhonin. He drives a quick knee to the gut as Rhonin kneels over. Hunt hits a quick ddt, as he kips up back to him feet right after. Rhonin lays thime for a moment. Rhonin gets back up to a knee holding his forehead as Hunt bounces off the ropes and hits a springboard dropkick. Hunt quickly gets back to him feet and drives a knee down on the back of Rhonin's head. Rhonin rolls around holding his head as Hunt stops and jaws with the fans for a moment as he posesses for them. As Rhonin gets to the ropes, he pulls himself up, as Hunt comes charging towards him, as Rhonin drops holding onto the top rope as Hunt stumbles out of the ring.
Chris: Rhonin giving himself a few to get his wits about him.
Ricky: Wits, can you see whime this is going, Tim is taking it right to him already in this match.
Hunt gets back to him feet and goes to get back in the ring as Rhonin drops a double axehandle to the back of Hunt. Hunt lays thime as Rhonin, grabs him by the arm and drags him into the middle of the ring and quickly covers him up, and Tiami Tyler slides into position to make the count.
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Hunt kicks out as Rhonin gets back up to his feet as Hunt lays thime. Rhonin grabs Hunt by the arm and drags him up. As Hunt is a little bit staggered, he irish whips him to the ropes but pulls him back and hits a shortarm clothesline. He holds onto him arm, and picks him back up and irish whips him to the turnbuckles. Rhonin charges at Hunt and hits a double running knees on him in the turnbuckles as he drops down to the 2nd turnbuckle. Hunt tries to pull himself back up as Rhonin hits him with a elbow to the jaw.
Ricky: Rhonin is taking advantage of the situation.
Chris: Don't count him out yet.
Rhonin pulls Hunt out as Hunt stumbles for a moment, As Rhonin hits a snap suplex on Hunt, as Hunt holds him the small of him back. Rhonin stands over him for a moment, then goes to pull him up as Hunt quickly rolls forward and grabs Rhonin by the leg and takes him down putting him into an Ankle lock.
Chris: ICY DREAMS.
Ricky: Look though, he does not have it fully locked in.
Rhonin quickly rolls through the submission attempt and quickly goes to lock him into a crossarmbreaker, as he sits up and leans into the submission blocking the pressure from being applied. He rolls over him as he lets go of the lock. They both get back up to their feet as Rhonin and Hunt stand back up at the same time. Hunt hits a quick running shoulder block and gets on top of him punching him. Rhonin gets up a guard and quickly and rolls Hunt over. Rhonin gets back to his feet, as Hunt goes to do the same and is met with a quick Buzzsaw Kick to him. He drops to the matt, as he quickly goes for the cover, Tiami slides into position.
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Hunt quickly kicks out as Rhonin's frustration is apparent. Rhonin gets to his feet and faces the referee as the referee warns Rhonin.
Rhonin turns to Hunt as Hunt gets to him feet. Hunt throws a vicious haymaker as Rhonin dodges. He swings all the way around as Rhonin out of nowhime hits a Codebreaker.
Chris: The Way of the Warrior.
Rhonin pins Hunt
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Tiami calls for the bell as Rhonin gets off of Hunt and looks down at him.
Ricky: Hell of a match hime.
Chris: Tiami did seem to make that count pretty fast though.
Ricky: She's the referee...she can do whatever the fuck she wants!
Chris: I suppose that's why Hollywood made her the referee.
Ricky: Of course Mr. Hollywood made her the referee...that's what Tiami wanted and you know something? Mr. Hollywood has always been generous to Tiami. In my mind, Tiami is Mr. Hollywood's right hand girl and I for one have no problem with that!
Chris: This was an interesting match. I guess Hollywood and Tiami both got what they wanted. Satisfaction for Tiami and a proper "welcome back" match for Hunt. I'd say the Establishment scored big time on this one.
Ricky: I can't wait to see what Mr. Hollywood and Tiami have up their sleeve for next week!
WINNER: RHONIN
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As Rhonin slides out of the ring and turns towards the ramp, he comes to a hault looking up to see Ravenna standing on the stage a good ways away. She holds a microphone in her hands and waves casually down at Rhonin with, a smirk on her face.
Ravenna: "Hello Rhonin... that is if I should even call you that anymore."
Ravenna clears her throat and walks across the ramp looking outward to the fans who stand around in curiosity, before she looks down at her boots.
Ravenna: "There is a reason I am here Rhonin... A reason why I greet you near the ring in front of thousands of fans and millions of people on television.."
Ravenna pauses and turns to face Rhonin who stands at the end of the ramp, he has his hands at his side... and although Ravenna is a beloved ally, the woman he claims to love... he balls his fingers in fists his face grimacing through what appears to be mental pain; straining to fight something battling within.
Ravenna: "You see my love... I am tired of seeing you like this... I am tired of seeing the man I love just below the surface of a confused individual... I know you are in there, and you are screaming out to Rhonin... your reaching for the man before you to finally realize his true calling..."
Ravenna smile slowly fades to sadness as she looks beyond Rhonin, sighs and meets his confused gaze once more.
Ravenna: " A monster... the monster of a man who took pride in destroying others. The courage to stick up for reasons that mattered, and a man who didn't believe in a drawed line..."
Chris: "What the hell is she talking about...?"
Rick: "I think... Ravenna is finally letting some of her skeletons out of the closet.."
Ravenna: "You see Rhonin... I have been lieing to you, and you very well know this... you have be battling trying to strangle my neck and punch in my face..." she pauses, "wouldn't be the first time love.."
Rhonin cocks his head to the side and his fists relax just for a moment as the realization that Ravenna's appearance in his life was no mistake or coincidence... they knew each other from a time before. He brushes his shoulders back and shrugs off the comment as his fists harden again.
Rick: "I don't think Rhonin is handling this very well.."
Chris: "To be honest, I am quite surprised he puts up with her bull shit... she is clearly toying with him."
Rick: "If you loved somebody... you would probably go crazy as well if they weren't who they were supposed to be.."
Ravenna: "I have been watching you from the sidelines... the way you battle in the ring.. and although you are an amazing wrestler, you know as well as I do... you've barely touched the surface of your capabilities because you do not know who you are... you are a shell of the man rumbling inside of you.. the man that's shaking your ever core... you are not Rhonin.... and you are definitely not John Hancock.."
Rhonin grimaces at the name John Hancock...
Chris: "He's being pretty silent isn't he... highly unusual for him."
Ravenna paces the stage nervously before meeting eye contact with him again...
Ravenna: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the world... may I present to you for a long time coming and much over due... JOOOOEEEYYY HARRISSSS!!"
The crowd gape in shock before mumbling amongst one another... Ravenna had raised her arms in the air for the mention of Joey Harris... and lowered them to see Rhonin's face... He looks at her... breathing heavy, his eyes full of confusion and rage, his knuckles beginning to redden and turn white...
Chris: "Oh shit... she better run.."
Ravenna drops the mic on the stage and Rhonin places on foot forward and stops... and right on cue Ravenna turns and walks backstage before the pot is too thick to stir.
Rick: "I would really hate being Rhonin right now..."
Chris: "You mean... Joey Harris...?"
Rick: "Who is to say she is telling the truth... for all we know she is probably not even Ravenna.."
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A Public Service Announcement signs is held up, as the camera pans back, and TJ Codair is standing there with a cheshire cat like smile. Matthew Prince is seen bloody and laying up against the wall.
TJ: Hello all, my name is TJ Codair, and I am here with yet again, another Public Service announcement.
Rider's On The Storm by the Doors is playing in the background, as Codair seems to be moving to the music a little bit.
TJ: As you all know, random attacks after the match is a cowardly, dasterdly thing that apparently people have this infatuation of doing. Is that right, GIZMO.
Codair walks over to Prince and bitch slaps him, as Prince wakes and realizes his arms are tied.
TJ: Hi sweetie, you and I are going to have a long conversation of Conduct Unbecomeing, in which you picked the wrong mother fucker to start a war with.
Codair flips him off, as he turns to the camera.
TJ:Now folks, I want you all to take notice of this hollow shell of a man, not the attittude, and the demeaner. This is a type of man with a hole in his soul and no concious for what he is doing. He claims to be soemthing more then what he truly is. I digress, and I want you all to know, that I will not stand idly by as idiots like this. Run rampid through the PW...........
Security comes through the door, as Codair turns his attention to 10 guards that just entered the room.
TJ: X, hi girls what ya doing.
The guards move towards him as Codair is seen rolling his eyes.
TJ: Hey is it possible you guys come back in like an hour? I haven't had the time to ask him while hitting him with a crowbar is better with the fore arm swing, or the back hand swing.
The guards look at him as Codair shrugs.
TJ: Apparently none of you remember the Batman: A Death In The Family storyline, where the Joker killed the 2nd Robin. Well alright, let me try something a little more prevelent. Anyone got a straight razor, I wanna re enact Reservoir Dogs for a minute.
4 guards head towards the bloody Prince as the others watch Codair.
TJ: Ok, no cutting off ears, Can I put a smile on his face?
Guard: What is wrong with you Codair.
TJ: Wrong with me, nothing. I'm having my own Grammy Awards in here.
The guards all look at Codair.
TJ: What, you guys seem shocked I said something like that. Wait, whoa, whoa, don't go for the camera, don't go for the camera. This is comic gold, don't turn it off.
The scene ends as the camera goes black.
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SINGLES MATCH
JESSICA HARMONY vs DANIEL EVERETT w/ELIJAH BLACK
Harmony and Everett circle the ring looking at eachother as Everett immediatly lunges at Harmony. Harmony ducks out of the way as she backs up quickly. Everett motions towards her again as Harmony spooks quickly and begins to move and Everett grabs her and hits a quick short armed clotheline. As Everett pulls Harmony back to her feet, he then delivers a quick knee lift to Harmony's mid section as she bounces up from it. Everett goes for it again, as Harmony quickly grabs the knee and goes for an Exploder Suplex.
Chris: Ricky, she is trying for the Exploder
Ricky: To no avail, he blocked
Everett drives an elbow the side of Harmony's head, as Harmony stumbles back, Everett charges for a clothesline as Harmony ducks and dropkicks his knee. Everett drops down as Harmony quickly drives a knee to Everett's jaw. Everett falls backwards as Harmony hits a standing leg drop on the back of Everetts head. Everett rolls out of the way as she goes for another leg drop, as she rolls backwards. Everett gets back to a knee as Harmony charges at Everett and hits a quick Shining Wizard.
Ricky: It seems she has some fight to her.
She stands back up as Everett slowly gets back to his feet again. Harmony kicks Everett in the gut and hits a quick DDT, as Everett lays on the matt stunned. Elijah Black is outside of the ring pounding the matt yelling into Everett to get up. She quickly covers him as the ref gets into position.
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Everett powers out as Harmony is seeming a bit frustrated. She gets back to her feet and looks over Everett as he gets back to his feet. Harmony charges at him for a spear as Everett drops back stunned. She quickly mounts him and starts to hammer repeated rights. She gets back up to her feet and starts to yell out to the Elijah Black.
Chris: Jessica, stop focusing on him, focus on the match.
Ricky: Yeah, get your mind on the match.
Everett gets back up, and grabs her by the legs and hits a spinning spinebuster. Everett starts to look down at her, as he drags her back up to her feet and irish whips her to the turnbuckles. As she steps up the turnbuckles spins on the top turnbuckle and jumps off the top rope hitting a missile dropkick, as Everett hits the matt hard holding his chest, and the back of his head.
Ricky: Beautiful.
Everett rolls over to the ropes as Harmony gets back to her feet. Everett gets back up to his feet as Harmony goes for a superkick and Everett catches her leg and hits a dragon screw leg whip as Harmony hits the matt holding her knee. Everett picks her back up and irish whips her to the ropes as she comes back and he catches her with a Samoan drop. He looks down at her and picks her back up and irish whips her to the ropes again as she jumps up for a crossbody block however Everett catches her and hits her with a fall away slam. She lays on the matt, as he gets back to his feet, and pulls her back up, she tries to drive a forearm to Everetts face, as Everett just irish whips her chest first into the turnbuckles. She stumbles back as Everett release german suplexes her. HE quickly goes for the cover as the ref gets into position
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Harmony kicks out. As Elijah Black is on the outside of the ring yelling at the referee.
Chris: Danial Everett looking to take this one. However Elijah does not like the count.
Ricky: Oh well.
Chris: Jessica wont stay down.
Ricky: My money says Dan.
Everett gets back to his feet as Jessica tries to push herself up off the matt as Everett punts her in the ribs. Harmony clutches her chest as Everett goes to pick up Harmony as she shoves his arm off. Everett goes to do it again, as Harmony tries to again. However Everett grabs her by the arm and drags her up to her feet and begins to drives a knee to her ribs, she drops to her knees. He gets behind her and mounts her hitting her with crossface punches as she drops down. He stands over her and pulls her back up to her feet. She punches him in the jaw, as he turns away, and he swings back towards her, but she jumps up and does a Hurricanranna.
Chris: See, here she goes, mounting a come back
Ricky: Wait for it, its coming.
Harmony stays on her knees for a moment giving herself a minute to recooperate as Everett gets back to his feet. Harmony quickly gets back to her feet as she hits a quick superkick on Everett. Everett drops back, as Harmony quickly pulls up Everett, as Everett quickly picks her up with firemans carry and hits her with a Death Valley Driver.
Ricky: Everett Driver
Elijah Black is yelling for Everett to go for the cover as he does and the ref gets into position.
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The referee gets to his feet and calls for the bell as Danial Everett gets up off of Jessica Harmony and raises his hand in victory as Elijah Black is heard outside the matt cheering Danial Everett on.
Chris: Great match, very hard hitting.
Ricky: You owe me money Chris, I called it.
Chris: Put it on my tab.
WINNER: DANIEL EVERETT
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[After the match, Elijah Black grabs a mic from ringside and slides into the ring, offering a hand to help Everett to his feet and offering a few words before turning to face the crowd]
Black: You know, there seems to be a lot of talk this week about “new eras” and “change” and all of it is happening right here in…
[Black pauses, realising he’s veering dangerously close to cheap pop territory…then relents, tilting the mic in the direction of Everett and letting him do the honours]
Everett: New Orleans!
[The crowd pop, and Black and Everett exchange bemused looks, Everett trying not to laugh]
Black: Yet when I look around here in PWX, there’s an old phrase that keeps swimming around in the back of my mind: “the more things change…the more they stay the same.” If you think there’s something inherently wrong with that notion, then either you’re an optimist, an idiot…or I should give you credit for not watching Fox News, because they seem to think the Republicans are still in power, rather than merely running the country for their own ends.
What I think most, though, is that PWX hasn’t seen much change in this time, and that’s why I am throwing out a proposition to anyone and everyone in the back: the Vox are pretty easy to find, so if you want to see things change but aren’t willing to get your hands dirty I’m sure we can come to some sort of mutual agreement because it’s well known that I can grab the attention of anyone I damn well feel like and make sure that people notice, and when it comes down to it there’s a time to upset the apple cart and then there’s a time to light a fire under the damn thing and watch it burn.
So if you have an interesting proposition…we may be the Vox, but I’m all ears.
[Black drops the mic and the Vox leave the ring]
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MAIN EVENT
JOHN OJEDA vs DARIN ZION
The match kicks off with Zion and Wrath circling each other in the center of the ring. The two tie up and Zion immediately goes for the single leg takedown. Wrath wastes no time and lays a forearm club across Zion’s back. Zion shrugs it off and lands a couple of shots to Wrath’s gut and then starts to chop him back into the corner. Zion pins Wrath in the corner and lays several more chops in on him, until Wrath spins him into the turnbuckle and nails him with a series of chops of his own. Wrath starts to lay the forearms into Zion that drives him down into the bottom turnbuckle. Wrath takes off for the opposite corner and springs back at Zion, coming full charge. Zion turns to see Wrath just in time to catch a boot scrape that drives him through the ropes and clean out of the ring.
Chris: These two are wasting no time in getting at each other Ricky. There is absolutely no love lost between these two.
Ricky: They’ve come out swinging Chris. Zion is really laying into Ojeda there. He’s got the beast backed up into the corner and he’s really laying it down with those chops.
Chris: Wrath reverses! It’s about to get really dangerous for Zion out here.
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER! Woah… he kicked him out of the ring with that one! These two are not playing around.
Wrath jumps out of the ring and picks Zion up and whips him towards the announce table. Zion puts on the brakes and catches Wrath as he comes in and nails him with a back elbow. Zion grabs Wrath by the head and bounces him off the announcers table. Zion whips Wrath over the table and into the announcers laps. Zion grabs one of the cables sitting around the announce table and wraps it around Wrath’s throat, choking him with it. Wrath struggles against the choking trying to pull the chords free with one hand. Zion sinches up on the table and Wrath starts to writhe. Wrath grabs the monitor on the table with his free and then swings it up at Zion, hitting him in the head. Zion falls backwards and lets go of the chord. Wrath gets free but doesn’t make it far before Zion is on him again, hitting him in the back of the head. Zion spins Wrath around and boots him in the stomach and hits him with a DDT on the concrete floor.
Chris: This has just come into our zone Ricky. What the hell is going on!
Ricky: It’s a grudge match Chris! They’re both battling right here in front of us! We have such a great seat for the action. What the ?!
Chris: The action has spilled literally into our laps here. Zion is strangling the World Champion!
Ricky: WAIT THAT’S MY MONITOR! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALL THIS WHEN THEY MOVE?!
Zion gets up and whips Wrath towards the guard railing. Wrath hits the railing and Zion charges in. Wrath moves and Zion puts on the breaks. Zion turns and gets caught with the Stiffest Right Hand in the Business. The punch levels Darin with one shot and leaves him flopping face first onto the ground. The crowd breaks out into an up roar. Wrath eggs them on by waving his hands for them to keep it up as Zion struggles to regain some kind of composure.
Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
Chris: I think the fans have said it all about that punch Ricky! Let’s get that on replay! He got knocked the fuck out
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
Wrath picks up Zion and picks him up for an atomic drop. Wrath crotches Zion on the guard railing and then hits him with another stiff right hand that drives him into the front row where the fans had already scattered. Wrath hops the railing and picks up a chair, quickly folding it up. Wrath swings the chair and hits Zion directly in the back. Zion drops to the floor and then tries to get back up, prompting Wrath to hit him again. Zion drops and turns, trying to claw his way up Wrath’s legs to get back up. As Wrath attempts to pick him back up, Zion nails Wrath with a low blow that causes his knees to buckle and for him to fall to the floor. Zion gets up and grabs a chair, and as Wrath gets up, Zion swings the chair as hard as he can and Wrath takes it unprotected to the head. Wrath drops and Zion stumbles backwards and sits on one of the chairs, trying to suck up his wind for the next assault.
Chris: This isn’t so much a wrestling match as it is a fight Ricky. These two hate each other.
Ricky: That’s why it’s so entertaining Chris. Who doesn’t want to see two guys go at it like this.
Chris: You’re sick Ricky. You want to see two guys go at.
Ricky: Hey, that’s not what I meant! I meant your mom likes to see two guys go at it.
Wrath starts to get up, showing a gash in his head. Blood is pouring down his face as Zion gets up and goes to swing the chair again. Wrath blocks it, hits Zion in the stomach, and rips the chair out of his hand. Wrath winds back and nails Zion with a chair shot to the head. The crowd starts to cheer and Wrath tosses the chair down. Wrath picks Zion up and positions him near the row of unfolded chairs. Wrath hooks him with a capture suplex and launches him over head. Zion lands on the backs of several chairs and folds two of them up while scattering others. Zion writhes in pain and Wrath picks him up again. He drags him towards the railing and hooks him for a T-Bone Suplex. Wrath wrenches hard and launches Zion high over head. Zion comes crashing down, bending awkwardly over the guard railing on his way over in the T-Bone. Zion bounces and falls flat onto the floor over the railing. The crowd around it, seeing it, freaks out.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: Wrath is starting to get that good color there, huh Ricky?
Ricky: He is certainly bleeding there, but he doesn’t seem to mind too terribly much. He’s coming back at Zion hard.
Chris: Oh my god! He just contorted Zion around that guard railing! I think he might have broken him in two on that one. Zion must have some broken ribs.
Ricky: I think the fans are summing it up Chris. Holy shit!
Wrath hops the railing and picks up Zion, whipping him into the stairs. The stairs dislodge and scatter away from the ring. Wrath follows Zion in and picks him up, hooking him for a vertical suplex. Wrath picks Zion up and Zion rounds out away from it. Zion hooks Wrath from behind and scoops him up for a vertibreaker. Zion takes two step back and drops Wrath head first onto the steel stairs. Wrath hits hard, the crowd erupts in an insane frenzy and Wrath rolls clear and lays on the floor bleeding from his head. Zion, moving slowly, gets up and rolls Wrath back into the ring. Zion drapes himself over Wrath and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Wrath kicks out.
Chris: Wrath is firmly in command at this point. He’s tossing Zion around like a ragdoll.
Ricky: He just took out those steps! That it certainly going to make Zion miserable in the morning.
Chris: Zion reversed! Oh jesus! Vertabreaker on the ring stairs! It’s over! He’s just got to get the champ in the ring.
Ricky: HE KICKED! IT’S STILL ON!
Zion gets up and picks up Wrath, pushing him into the corner. Zion lifts Wrath up onto the top rope and walks across the ring to the other set of turnbuckles. Zion pops to the top and points at Wrath. He dives across the ring and catches Wrath’s head and drops out, pulling both men down to the canvas. Zion hits Wrath with a super code breaker from across the ring. The crowd pops from the move and both men lay flat in the center of the ring. Zion takes advantage of his opponent being down and rolls Wrath up for a pin.
ONE
TWO
Wrath kicks out.
Chris: Zion is keeping the fight up against Wrath, and taking him to the top rope is not some place Wrath is very familiar with.
Ricky: What’s Zion doing? HOLY HELL! SUPER CODE BREAKER!
Chris: He’s got it. That’s it. ONE! TWO!
Ricky: TWOOO! It’s not over Chris!
Zion gets up angry that the big move didn’t put Wrath away and goes for the corner. Zion points at Wrath and dives off for the Rapture Leg Drop. Wrath rolls out of the way and Zion lands hard on his ass. Zion pops up, groaning and holding his lower back. Wrath gets up behind him as he stumbles around. Wrath picks Zion up in the burning hammer position. Wrath flips Zion over and drives his knee into his face, nailing the Viking Sledge. Wrath immediately goes to roll Zion up.
ONE!
TWO!
Zion kicks out.
Chris: Zion is going to the top! He’s going to end this.
Ricky: Zion missed! He is in a huge load of trouble.
Chris: VIKING SLEDGE! IT’S OVER! O V E R OVER!
Ricky: ZION KICKED! ZION KICKED! IT’S ON LIKE DIDDY KONG RACING!
Wrath gets up and starts to pick Zion up but stops as he sees Hollywood coming down the ramp with Alex Atwater. The two are looking as if they’re about to start trouble and Wrath turns his attention towards them. He starts towards the ropes to confront the two of them when Zion sneaks up behind him. Zion nails Wrath with a low blow, and then rolls him up, and puts his feet on the ropes. The ref slides in for the count, not noticing Zion’s feet on the ropes.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Wrath kicks out a split second too late.
WINNER: DARIN ZION
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Hollywood and Atwater climb into the ring as the bell rings and both men start to lay into Wrath with stomps. Zion gets up, looks at the two of them and starts to join in on the beating. Wrath tries to fight his way back to his feet, but with little to no effect. He gets up only to be dropped by Hollywood and Zion. They both pick Wrath up and whip him into the ropes. Zion and Hollywood catch Wrath and launch him high into the air in the pancake position. As Wrath starts his decent to the ground, Atwater comes up with his Flash Kick and nails Wrath with Oblivion Beckons! Wrath hits the mat and lays there lifelessly.
Chris: Someone stop this! The match is over! There’s no reason for this.
Ricky: This is what happens when you cross the boss. He makes you pay for it.
Chris: First Zion cheats, and now they’re going to kick his ass while he’s down. They’re some world class crumb bums!
Ricky: Oh shit, who’s that?!
TJ Codair and Nikki Blade come running down the ramp, TJ carrying a paintball gun, and Nikki carrying a barbed wire bat with her. TJ starts to unload on Atwater, peppering him and leaving him covered in paint and bruised. Atwater bails and TJ starts to unload of Hollywood; messing up Hollywood’s expensive Italian suit. Codair slides in the ring and goes right after Zion, while Blade slides in and swings the barbed wire bat at Hollywood, connecting with his gut. Hollywood feeds Blade his back and she nails him with the bat and drops him. Blade tosses the bat to Wrath as he gets up, who catches Atwater with it as he charges in. Atwater instantly starts to flow with blood from the head. Hollywood gets up and goes after TJ, to get him off Zion, while Wrath rakes the barbed wire bat across Atwater’s head. The camera fades on a shot of the mayhem and carnage in the ring as the group brawls and battles trying to gain an advantage.
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