ADR 77: The Awakening

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PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 77: THE AWAKENING

AMWAY CENTER

ORLANDO, FLORIDA

WEDNESDAY, MAY 7TH, 2014

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[The PWX arena opens up with Darin Zion dressed in a black collared shirt with a silver tie on and black slacks on with the PWX Hybrid Championship draped around his waist. A giant spot light hits Darin Zion who is standing in the ring completely petrified. You see Zion favoring his shoulders and tries to not move his shoulders at all. Darin Zion’s eyes are completely fixated around the crowd almost bulging out of his sockets. Darin Zion has a microphone right up to his mouth and the crowd immediately looks perplexed as Darin Zion stands completely still for a few moments.]

Chris: Zion’s completely in shock that he no longer owns the company. Not only that but he pretty much got crucified at the Initiative last week and left out to dry. He’s definitely butt hurt, you can tell in his eyes.

Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER! No, I cannot help but give Zion some shit now that I don’t have to speak positively on his behalf anymore. Honestly, I’m heartbroken someone like Ojeda gets to own the company through that. We should force him to sell…like Donald Sterling.

Chris: Great scott! Did you seriously make a comparison to the NBA?

Ricky: Why not? It’s fitting, first racism and now murder. It’s only fitting!

Darin Zion: “He’s got the whole world…in his hands…..He’s got the whole wide world…in his hands…he’s whole wide world…in his hands…he’s got the whole world in his hands.”

[Zion repeats this several times for a moment with the entire crowd joining in with him. He stands their completely stiff, petrified. The crowd immediately picks up on the Wyatt’s reference and starts waving their hands. The cameras pan out to the crowd immediately panning the arena, selling the shot.]

Chris: Are we opening with this? Seriously! I could be running down our great matches this week!

Ricky: Shut up! I can do that right now. Don’t tune in until the main event: Roxxie Roberts will seduce Troy Stone into winning…there done, let’s hear Zion sing some more.

Darin Zion: “He’s got the whole world…in his hands…..He’s got the whole wide world…in his hands…he’s whole wide world…in his hands…he’s got the whole world in his hands…”

[Zion immediately changes his pace and immediately intensifies. You can hear him start to intensify as he speaks. Passion and hatred flow through his speech and he starts to laugh manically.]

Darin Zion: That’s right…I’VE GOT THE WHOLE IN MY HANDS. You all are fucking puppets. You believed I’m actually terrified of that giant cunt sack named Ojeda. Oh my God, he had me crucified and took away all my power that I willingly gave up. Typical Ojeda, already thinks he won the war without lifting a finger Ojeda.

Crowd: FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!

Chris: The crowd’s calling for Ojeda and his “staff” to come out here and crucify Zion again.

Ricky: Shut up and let Zion speak.

[Zion immediately finds himself trying to passionately move his arms, but cannot do anything. Zion scowls and pauses as he growls for a moment at the crowd. He continues to speak, cautiously favoring his shoulders.]

Darin Zion: You see Ojeda, I reeled you in last week. I pissed you the fuck off and you used me as an example. And what’s funny is before I even left office I still restructured my deal to make me millions of dollars when someone beats my ass for royalties. Funny, you couldn’t combat that retort and neither could your barbaric retarded stable mates. Money talks Ojeda, money talks, and I’m still the highest rated segment. You made it, but people seeing my ass get tortured immediately popped the ratings. Guess what Ojeda? You’re still my puppet even though I don’t have to sit my ass in a board room again. So thank you for taking PWX away from me because honestly, you know what…I’M THE HYBRID FUCKING CHAMPION!

Crowd: SAME OLD SHIT! SAME OLD SHIT! SAME OLD SHIT!

Darin Zion: I AM THE RECORD SETTING HYBRID CHAMPION! I AM! No one else in PWX did this! I did it! And guess what? I don’t care if you ignorant mindless puppets controlled by poison don’t think I deserve this belt. I’d like you to sign a contract for the length of time I’ve gotten my ass beat week in and week out. You all never fell off a stage on got electrocuted for a worthless piece of shit that thought he deserved the PWX. You didn’t get brutalized in a Cage of Death or an Ambulance match by “The World’s Most Dangerous Man.” You never got cracked in the ribs, had broken backs, and still wrestled night in and night out pouring your blood, sweat and tears into this organization. And yet you don’t think I’ll defend the title, or even wrestle because I “constantly need time off.” Newsflash, you fucking retards….I HAVE BACK INJURIES AND CANNOT CONSTANTLY WRESTLE. I guess you forgot that part about me. But that’s typical, everyone in the back thinks that Darin Zion is immortal. My name is immortal, I have you all eating out of the palm of my hands, and what’s worse…you still demand more out of me.

[Zion laughs as he continues to stand in the ring. He starts to walk up towards the ring post and immediately descend down slowly, wrenching in pain. Zion gets in the corner and crosses his legs and rests his back on ring post. He takes a sigh of relief for a moment.]

Darin Zion: You beg constantly for me to work night in and night out. Well guess what, you want it, you got it. You want to see Zion step into this ring battered and broken. I gave it to you. But yes, continue to boo your unsung hero because that’s what I am. I AM THE HERO of the story this entire time. And you ignorant cum twats never saw it. Ojeda unleashes the devil against the Messiah of PWX. That’s right, I’m the Messiah, the Franchise…I’m the heart and soul of PWX. Rather Ojeda, Troy Stone, Adam Stryker, John Pariah, Nighthawk, or any of those lazy pathetic bastards want to hear it or not. I set my goals and I achieve them and I don’t care who I kill to get it done. You saw it last week when I tossed Prince off the ladder with MY FUCKING HYBRID TITLE. You know the belt you all say I being the business man I was shouldn’t have gotten to wrestle because you know…I beat Ojeda, the World Champion. I saw it in the roster’s promos, bitching about it. Well guess what, do what I did, step up, put up, or shut the fuck up. The nice Darin Zion who gave title shots out and didn’t get anything back in return DIED. And I’m a man out for VENGEANCE.

Crowd: You’re a liar! *claps* You’re a liar! *claps*

Darin Zion: And now it’s time to pay the piper. Ojeda, I won’t forget what you did to me at the Initiative. I’ll watch you burn like the rest of the entire world now that you want to burn. You want to burn PWX to the ground again to fuel your selfish desires. Be my guest…you’re DOING EXACTLY WHAT I WANT: PURGING THE POISON. But if you want mass chaos and destruction and you unleash it against me. You’d better prepare for your world to burn too. Those days I let you run rough shot without a fucking consequence while I owned 50% of this place no longer hold true. I don’t have sanctions against me for striking an employee, nor anything else. So Ojeda, here’s the warning. Don’t fuck with me again. DO NOT FUCK with something you don’t want to fuck with. Eventually I’ll crack your “tough guy” persona, and I’ll break you fucking down. Every man has a heart and every man has something that doesn’t want to be fucked with. And since I’m the puppet master you stupid bitch…I’ll make damn sure to unleash hell myself…matter of fact, I figured you’d try some bullshit with me eventually so tonight, you’re little bitch Prince will face the TRUE monster of PWX…SCHMIED! I left a clause in the first contract your investor’s lawyer made me sign and I’ll let my beast wreck your marry band of poisonous retards.

Crowd: HE GOT PINNED! HE GOT PINNED! HE GOT PINNED! HE GOT PINNED!

[Zion starts to laugh as he looks up to the sky.]

Darin Zion: “I will inflict punishment on you in the sight of the nations. Because of all your detestable idols, I will do to you what I have never done before and will never do again. Therefore in your midst parents will eat their children, and children will eat their parents. I will inflict punishment on you and will scatter all your survivors to the winds. Therefore as surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, because you have defiled my sanctuary with all your vile images and detestable practices, I myself will shave you; I will not look on you with pity or spare you. A third of your people will die of the plague or perish by famine inside you; a third will fall by the sword outside your walls; and a third I will scatter to the winds and pursue with drawn sword.” Ezekiel 5:8-12. You’re not the only one who knows his Bible son…but until then….

[Queen’s “We are the Champions” hits the PA system as Darin Zion’s eyes light up like a first grader who got a brownie in his lunch box. Zion slowly leaps up and speaks passionately.]

Darin Zion: Sing it with me…”I AM THE CHAMPION…MY FRIENDS”

Ricky: GENIUS! HE IS THE CHAMPION MY FRIENDS!

Chris: Don’t quit your day job. Zion’s definitely delusional If he thinks being the Hybrid Champion the fourth time means more than owning the company.

Ricky: NO! He’s turning lemons into lemonade. Obviously you’re a pessimist you poisonous announcer you. Sing it now: HE IS THE CHAMPION! HE IS THE CHAMPION!

Chris: I think you are letting this get to your head…

Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!

[Zion immediately walks out as the crowd immediately boos at him and he points towards the Hybrid Championship celebrating as the scene fades to black.]

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WELCOME TO PWX MATCH
KAELYN DIVERA vs JAROME OWENS

"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons hits the speakers. The ramp lights turn a bright shade of pink, along with spot lights on the stage. A pair of boxing gloves show up on the screen, along with the name "Miss Fabulous" in letters appears over them, as various pictures of her boxing are shown through the screen.



Alexis: "And entering to the ring at 145lbs... she is 'A Cut Above The Rest'...... She is… MISS FABULOUSSSSS"



Miss Fabulous walks out on to the ramp with a jog. She sports a pair of pink and black boxing shorts that read "Miss Fabulous" over the waist line and on the buttox it reads "A Cut above the Rest." She slaps her hands together. The sweater she wears over top has baby pink stripes down the sides, with white cuffs and collar. The hood drapped over her head covering her eyes. She bounces from one leg to the other before turning around facing the ramp…


Ricky: Hellllooo…. Redheaded vixen, Rawr!


Chris: What is she doing?


Ricky: Sweeping me off my feet.


Chris: Tread lightly Ricky, Roxxie may get jealous.


Kaelyn raises her arms in the air as the fans give her a mixed reaction in a serious of boo’s and chants, still back facing the ring… The music cuts out and stops abruptly… and the arena goes quiet.


Ricky: I am confused… isn’t this supposed to be a match Chris?


Chris: Ohhhh, so now you notice…!


Ambulance sirens are heard blasting over the PA system, ringing loudly in the arenas of the audience and staff members… And sure enough, an ambulance turns through the black curtain and emerges out from the ramp… a darker skinned individual with long brown hair wearing a pair of red shades… popping the tunes inside.


Chris: Is that….


Ricky: … What is she doing… what the hell is going on?


The ambulance makes it way down the ramp, slowly following Kaelyn as she turns and walks ahead of it, heading proudly to the ring… a sadistic smile spread across her face… she begins to jog. As she reaches the ring post, climbs up. She pulls off her hoodie and throws it to the side of the ring before cutting through the ropes. The camera switches back to the ambulance…. The driver rips the shades away from her face and throws them out the window to the audience… lowering the sound of the siren… the crowd goes crazy in rage…


Chris: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING WITH KAELYN?


Ricky: Both of my beauties in the ring at the same time… My brain is going to melt.


Chris: It’s too late for that Ricky…


The ambulance comes to a stop, at the end of the ramp… Miss Fabulous standing in the ring, leaning casually against the ropes. The door swings open to the ambulance… and the woman steps out decorated with black boots, skin tight black leggings, and a pink camouflage tank top underneath a black leather jacket.


Ricky: ROXXIE ROBERTS…… I LOVE YOU!


Chris: Oh dear lord…


Roxxie grabs the bottom rope, and flips herself backwards through the middle rope and in to the ring… and towards Kaelyn who grabs her hand and pulls her in for a hug.


Chris: Ricky… we have a problem...


Ricky: All I have is desire Chris… desire for those two beauties.


Chris: I am being serious Ricky… we have a lethal bitch on one end, and a sadistic stark crazy lunatic on the other… and the worst part is… they are evidently alliances.


Kaelyn and Roxxie nod to one another… before Kaelyn tosses her boxing gloves to Roxxie, who catches them and steps backwards behind the ropes. Once Roxxie is on the other side… a figure flashes through the crowd quietly, undetected… he runs up the stairs and heads for the turnbuckle to plant a sneak move on Kaelyn… however Roxxie takes the boxing gloves in one hand and slaps them upside the back of his head knocking him off guard. She grabs the back of his head, with a handful of hair and pulls his face and slams his face off of the turnbuckle.


Ricky: Nice save Roxxie…


Chris: I told you lethal bitch, I don’t want to get within ten feet of her.


Kaelyn turns, looking in Roxxie’s direction before noticing Jerome Owens… she walks over to the turnbuckle where his head rests in a crumbled heap… and she grabs him by the arms pulls him on top of the top rope… Roxxie pulls down on it with her foot… and he bounces in to the air… Kaelyn pulls him over her head with the extra momentum and slams him on his back on the ring floor and the bell rings quickly.


Ricky: I think you right Chris… complete lunatic!


Chris: You are actually making sense for once Ricky.


Ricky: I don’t think you understand… I am a complete lunatic for these women… it’s like their fighting for my heart.


Chris: Dear lord….


Owens struggles to get to his feet… Kaelyn pulls back to the ropes, bouncing off of them and she jumps in the air and spins… landing Owens in the head with a Roundhouse kick viciously throwing him to the side… the crowd uproars with chants and curses. Kaelyn walks to the other side of the ring and smiles… licking her lips and clapping her hands together. She waits for Owens to get back to his feet and runs in for another Roundhouse Kick… but Owens hooks Kaelyn’s leg in his forearm and pulls her to the mat. Kaelyn’s face grimaces for a moment, until she spins on the spot knocking him down… she grabs him and rolls him in to an Arm Triangle Choke… The ref slides down and begins to count...



1…



2…



3...



Jerome Owens is not moving, uncaring.



8...



Kaelyn screams with frustration and let’s go of the hold, clearly not okay with the match being over just yet… she grabs Jerome by the hair and pulls him upwards as he stands to his feet… Kaelyn walks over to the turnbuckle that is now undressed by its padding by Roxxie Roberts… and Kaelyn repeatedly smashes his face off of the turnbuckle… Jerome Owens screaming in pain before he whips around punching Kaelyn in the ribs, causing her to stumble backwards… Blood trickling down his face from above his eyes, near his cheek, nose, forehead… he pushes off of the ropes as Roxxie reaches for him and misses… he clothesline Kaelyn to the floor and rolls her in for the pin…



1…



And she kicks out immediately.


Chris: At least he is fighting back... This woman is a monster… She would fit well in to The Establishment.


Ricky: She would never do that to me Chris… we have a special connection.


Chris: Get your head of the fucking clouds, you pansy ass bastard.


Chris hits Ricky upside the back of the head.


Ricky: Right… sorry!


She wraps her leg around Owens neck, hooking in the other one as well and tosses him to the side, causing him to roll out of the ring. Roxxie walks over to Owens, grabs him by the ear and guides him back in to the ring… Kaelyn, she helps him to his feet… grabbing him around the neck and tossing him to the center of the ring where he staggers… she gestures the now completely boo’ing crowd and she gestures to Roxxie… who tosses in her boxing gloves… Kaelyn slips them on and charges in to the center of the ring letting out a upper cut, turning to hard jab to the nose, the side of the head as Jerome Owens bounces, face swelling immensely as the bunches go on…

Chris: And this is the end ladies and gentlemen.


Ricky: Its LIGHTS OUT time for Jerome Owens… finish him off Miss Fabulous!


Kaelyn pulls back, braces herself calmly… she uppercuts Owens so hard, he falls back to a dead stop… spinning in a circle before face planting to the floor… The referee comes in to the center as Kaelyn catches her breath, and calls for the bell.


Alexis: Ladies and Genltemen… the Winner…. By Knockout…. She is a cut above the rest…. MISS FABULOUS… KAELYN DIVERAAA!!!!



WINNER: KAELYN DIVERA

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Owen struggles on the floor, pulling himself to the edge as her arms are being raised in victory… Owens slides out of the ring… and Kaelyn begins to pull off her boxing gloves… looking towards Roxxie who smiles with pride… Owens slides back in the ring with a chair… and begins to run after Kaelyn…


Ricky: WATCH OUT MY SWEET DARLING!!!!


Kaelyn turns her head in warning quickly turning herself in a Roundhouse Kick, and slamming the chair back in to Owens face… she grabs the chair from the dazed Owens….. and slams him across the side of his face with it… then his ribs… jabbing it to his knee in a boiling rage… she jumps and double kicks it off his midsection… immediately causing Owens to fall back coughing up blood… Kaelyn’s face is red as she throws the chair on top of his face and continuously stomps on it repeatedly hard… She grabs the chair throws it to the side…

Chris: What the fuck… the murderous bitch…


Ricky: Okay, I am official scared Chris… HOLD ME!!!


Roxxie had pulled the doors open to the ambulance... and pulled the stretcher to the edge of the door... Kaelyn takes Owens by the arm and drags him towards the ropes, she pulls him slowly to the ropes, draping his arms over the top rope… and pulls the bottom rope, flinging his body over the ropes and landing in a mangled mess on the stretcher… Roxxie slams the doors… as a replacement driver hops in… sounding the alarm and driving to the backstage.


Chirs: There is no way he could have survived that…


Ricky: I am not sure I like her any more… she is good… beautiful and captivating but I am not sure if I can overcome this fear.


Roxxie Roberts walks ringside as Kaelyn is brushing her arms off… she grabs the microphone from Alexis Lace who steps aside… she pushes her way through the second rope and climbs in the ring.


Roxxie: By now, I am sure you are all more than curious as to why I accompanied Miss Fabulous… Kaelyn Divera down to the ring with an ambulance by now… You are probably concerned about the lethal dose of talent that stands in the ring side by side… wondering what this means for PWX.


Kaelyn stands off to the side, leaning against the ropes smiling with a microphone of her own in her hand.


Roxxie: We are here to make our presence known, make it clear where people stand when it comes to the toxicity of facing us… the challenges they expect. What the division expect to see when we come after them… When I come after them. Considering Kaelyn the one to dispose of the trash that raids these halls… and you can all look at me, Roxxie Roberts… the one who will face your best competitors… Troy Stone… and make me way to Ojeda... for his World HeavyWeight Championship… Yes you heard me correctly people…


Roxxie backs around the ring slowly gesturing the crowd in their boo’s.


Roxxie: You are looking at your future PWX World Heavy Weight Champion… the future of PWX… I WILL BE THE FIRST WOMAN TO EVER WIN THE WORLD TITLE… And that…?


Roxxie points to the stained mess around the ring.


Roxxie: That… has the potential of happening in my matches… you want to know why? Because it is genetic… it is in my DNA… and OUR DNA!!!


Roxxie gestures between herself and Kaelyn.

Chris: They’re RELATED…


Ricky: Oh no… my dreams… my heart… crushed!


Roxxie: Ladies… and Gentlemen of the audience… May I official introduce my AUNT… KAELYN DIVERA!!!


The crowd goes silent and momentarily so does the commentators.


Chris: THEY ARE LIKE THE SAME AGE!!!!


Ricky: Divera….. Divera….. Divera……


Kaelyn pushes herself off of the ropes… holding the microphone to her lips.


Kaelyn: Watch your backs, sleep with one eye open, lock your doors and windows… but you will not escape the wrath of me… you cannot run away from me, from the apocalypse that is PWX… hold on to your seat belts… and get ready for a wild ride… because we are coming for you!...


She points around.


Kaelyn: ALLL OF YOU!!!


The two of them drop their microphones and exit the ring, as the scene fades to black.

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[As we cut back from commercial break, we see Jarome Owens getting pulled up the ramp. Immediately as the medics pause to pull Jarome to the back suddenly, “We Are The Champions” starts blaring on the PA System. The crowd immediately starts booing at Zion and Zion immediately stops up in front of Jarome Owens and points at his Hybrid Championship. He smiles like he doesn’t care about shit at all. He looks down at Jarome Owens and starts singing in his face with the microphone still attached to his face.]

Darin Zion: “I am the champion, my friends,
And I'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
I am the champions.
I am the champions.
No time for losers
'Cause I am the champion of the Hybrids.”

Chris: WOW! No taste! No fucking taste from Zion. He just insulted one of his own best friends. He gave him the job of leading the PWX Training Center out of Crown Point, Indiana. How could he do that?

Ricky: In business and wrestling, you have no soul! Why should Zion?

Darin Zion: “I am the champion, my friends,
And I'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
I am the champions.
I am the champions.
No time for losers
'Cause I am the champion of the Hybrids.”

[The crowd immediately starts to outrage as Zion continues to sing and taunt around in the ring. He immediately goes and sits by Ricky and Chris. He doesn’t put on a commentary headset. He immediately sits down and watches the “Welcome to PWX” match. He immediately scouts it passionately. He awaits for Hunter Jay, Assassin, and Caleb Houston.]

Chris: Zion’s apparently coming to watch the new cream of the crop. Obviously, he’s scouting for an easy Hybrid Championship contender for next week. He vowed on Twitter this week that he’ll fight after his shoulders and defend his title NEXT WEEK on ADR 78. He wants to be known as a “fighting” champion.

Ricky: He just wants to give the roster he loves a fair shake. You know these three guys are pretty awesome so far. In fact, let’s give a quick tell of the tape to show you why Zion isn’t scouting them.

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Name: Assassin
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 275 pounds
Finisher: Assassination 4.0

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Name: Hunter Jay
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 260 pounds
Finisher: Sinner Cleaner

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Name: Caleb Houston
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 217 pounds
Finisher: Gold Rush

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Chris: All three have promise, now let’s see what these guys can do before Zion tries to bury them.

Ricky: Shut up, he’ll…he’ll

Chris: What? Kick my ass? I’m so scared

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WELCOME TO PWX TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
ASSASSIN vs CALEB HOUSTON vs HUNTER JAY

The bell rings and all three men start to circle each other. Assassin and Houston look at each other and nod their heads as they immediately head for Jay. Hunter is surprised as both men start to charge towards him and he doesn’t get his defenses in time. Assassin and Caleb both hit a double clothesline on Hunter as they send him charging into the mat. Assassin lays in a few stomps before Caleb takes his turn with his respectively.

Chris: Ah, the classic gang up in triple threat matches.

Ricky: I love it! These guys already getting things done like they’ve been in PWX before!

Assassin reaches for Hunter and pulls him up to his feet. However, Hunter strikes a few punches into the temple of Assassin. Hunter is able to fend off Assassin and take him down to the mat, however, Caleb comes up behind him and takes him down with a German Suplex.

Chris: These guys working together very well.

Ricky: Just wait until it’s just the two of them…

As Hunter gets back to his feet, Assassin and Caleb charge at Hunter and hit a double clothesline that sends him over the top rope and to the outside. Assassin and Caleb look at each other and smile in success before realizing it’s just the two of them in the ring now. Their smiles vanish as they lock up in a decisive battle for control. They grapple for a little bit before Houston drives a knee straight into the mid section of Assassin causing Assassin to loosen his grip. As he does, Caleb is able to connect with a hip toss to the mat. As Assassin starts to get up, Caleb bounces off the ropes and hits a spear taking Assassin back down. He goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Chris: Close but no cigar!

Ricky: Assassin with a nice power out move there.

Assassin is able to roll to his feet as Caleb grapples with him again. This time, it is Assassin who gains control. Assassin jabs at Houston and then lifts him up and takes him down with a scoop slam. Assassin goes to ricochet off the ropes and comes down on Houston with a strong knee to the face. Assassin goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT

Chris: Both men seem to be around the same in physical strength.

Ricky: Actually, ironically they are. They seem to be very similar in their attributes as well. I think this was a well put together match!

Assassin doesn’t give any room for Caleb to breathe as he lifts him back up on his feet. He strikes him with a few hard right punches before taking him back down to the mat with an atomic drop. Assassin again goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THR….NO!

Houston is able to just get his shoulder up. Assassin lays in a few more ground punches before stomping Caleb repeatedly. Caleb is able to grab Assassin’s foot and push it against him. He pulls it hard and straight into the mat as Assassin grabs it. Assassin goes down and Caleb stomps into the ankle some. Caleb then grabs Assassin’s ankle and puts it in an ankle lock. Assassin is mincing in pain as he tries to crawl towards the ropes.

Chris: Luckily for Assassin ,he’s not very far from the ropes.

Ricky: I don’t know about that. That ankle lock looks painful enough!

Assassin crawls to the ropes but Caleb pulls him back towards the middle of the ring. Assassin continues to wince in pain as he refuses to tap out. Assassin is able to overturn the ankle lock and shoves Caleb backwards. Assassin uses that time to get back to his feet. He runs at Caleb and takes him down out of nowhere with a elevated European Uppercut.

Chris: He calls that the Lights Out!

Ricky: Well I’ll say this much, I don’t think Houston saw that one coming!

Assassin goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE……

Hunter quickly flies in the ring and breaks up the pin.

Chris: Hunter with the save!

Ricky: Where the fuck did he come from?!

Hunter, still catching his breath, lays in the middle of the ring still trying to recover from that early volley from both Houston and Assassin. Assassin get back to his feet and hits a huge backbreaker on Hunter. He then lifts him up and lays him out with the Assassination 4.0. Assassin starts to go for the cover, but Caleb Houston grabs Assassin and tosses him high over the top rope and to the outside. Caleb sets his sights on Hunter and hits him with the Gold Rush. Caleb goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Chris: Caleb Houston is victorious!

Ricky: What a fucking impressive Welcome to PWX that match was!

Alexis Lace: Here is your winner, CALEB HOUSTON!

Chris: I gotta hand it to these guys, that was a spectacular match!

Ricky: I think Caleb is going to be a man of opportunity! That was what I like to call a snatch win!

Chris: Regardless, it was a well hard fought match from all competitors here tonight.

Ricky: I can’t wait to see what more these guys will have to show for us!




WINNER: CALEB HOUSTON

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Sitting back in a chair, my feet of course decorated with my military boots sit on the top of a table in my “locker room.” A cigarette in hand, and small flecks of ashes on the floor. Shawn Lester, PWX’s backstage interviewer, is sitting in a chair a couple feet from her attempting to ignore the lack of lady-like behavior.



Shawn: “So, Kaelyn… what is it that brought you to Pro Wrestling X? Did something inspire you about the federation?”



Inhaling a drag, I twiddle a pen in my opposite hand and chuckle as I blow out smoke.



Kaelyn: “The only thing inspiring about PWX is the smell of sweaty gym socks, and that’s given it a fuckin’ pat on the back!”



A look of offense is written all over his face. Shrugging my shoulders, I flick some more ashes on to the floor.



Kaelyn: “I didn’t come here for PWX, I came here because of family… I came here because I wanted to spill some blood… make a mark. Pull out my boxing gloves and go a few rounds on the ‘talent’ that fills the roster… although quite a few, I beg to differ, lack thereof.”



Shawn: “Alright then! It appears that the whole backstage of PWX was in shock after your match… what you did to Jerome Owens… nobody has seen a female perform like that in the ring before…”



Kaelyn: “Is this a question, or ass-kissing Lester?!”



My tone was clearly accusing… I had no shame in basking in the compliments, or people noticing my “work”, I just like to make things difficult for people.



Kaelyn: “I did what I needed to do… did I have to? Of course not. Did Jerome Owens deserve it? No he didn’t… but boy was it fun… smashing his head in to the turnbuckle, kicking him in the face, forcing him to bring up blood and spatter it on the floor as I laid move, after move, after move on him…! It is exactly what I came here to do… You want to know why? Because I am a cut above the rest… and definitely a cut above him!”



A smirk escapes my lips, and Shawn eyes me wearily.



Shawn: “But he left on a stretcher, and I haven’t heard any good news about that since… are you really proud of what you did to him?”



Kaelyn: “I am always proud of my work, if I felt bad for what I did… why would I be in this field?”



And that settled it, there was no debating that one. He fidgeted in his chair, eager to change the subject.



Shawn: “So Ms. Divera…”



Before he could finish his sentence… my body tightened, stopping mid-inhale and gave him a cold stare before bringing my feet down to the ground and slamming my fist on the table.



Kaelyn: “DON’T… call me that!!”



Watching me intently, he gulped nervously now trying to tread lightly in conversation. An alliance with the Establishment or not… this man was scared of me.



Shawn: “On a difference subject… what do you do in your spare time, or what did you do before you became a professional wrestler..?”



I shrugged, playing with the cigarette between my fingers.



Kaelyn: “I wouldn’t call is spare time. I don’t settle enough to allow myself ‘Free’ time. As for previous employment… I used to be a dance teacher.”



Shawn: “As in Waltz, Mambo?”



Rolling my eyes, I shake my head.



Kaelyn: “No, Lester! As in Contemporary, Ballet, Jazz, Hip-Hop, Tap Dance. I taught children from the age of three years up to the age of twenty five… this was also six years ago!”



Shawn: “You taught adults dance when you were a teenager? You must have had some skill.”



Rolling my head back a bit, I felt my temper boiling in my neck a bit, my loose hand now gripping the arm of the chair in annoyance.



Kaelyn: “Correction Shawn, I HAVE skill, and lots of it… Not only was I an astounding performer, I was also an astounding teacher… I grew on to win awards as well as competitions and so did my students… I may have been younger than they have been, but I was also better, more skilled, more disciplined and determined. It has brought me to be more graceful, tactful, and vicious in the ring… being able to be as flexible as I am has made me unbeatable to submission moves, and able to easier slip out of pins.”



Licking my lips, my face turning a small shade of red, I look back at Shawn who is nervously sweating beside me. Inhaling a drag from my cigarette and blowing the smoke in his face. He attempts to wave the smoke away, coughing slightly.



Shawn: “Sooo.. Kaelyn… Teaching children must have been an acquired talent… or did you learn from experience? Do you have any children of your own…?”



Wrong move dick-wad!!! Pushing my chair back with such force, it whips behind me with a crash to the floor. I put out my cigarette on the back of his hand and grab him by the throat… shoving him back against the wall, his chair screeching against the floor. Shawn drops the microphone and begins to gasp for air.



Kaelyn: “NEVER… EVER… NEVER… DO YOU EVER ASK ME ABOUT FAMILY AGAIN YOU PIN HEADED, CROSS EYED, WASTE OF SPACE ROCKET MONKEY!!!”



Shawn’s arms grew weak but he nods the bed as he can. Letting go of my grip he quickly brushes the ashes and cigarette away from his hand with a grimace of pain. I turn from him making my way for the exit. Lingering anger coursing through my veins, I grab the metal chair and throw it across the room behind me and it collides with Shawn’s head and he crumples sideways and falls to the floor unconscious.



Kaelyn: “That will teach you, you fucking wart faced rat!”



Scene fades.

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[the familiar laugh track begins and the masked "leader" appears from the darkness.]

Wrath....one of the seven deadly sins...and the lemmings blindly follow...you have no desire to unplug your mind and see what really needs to be seen. I have tried to open your eyes for a few weeks, get you all to see the bad for what it is and now look what you have done, you are the reason that Pandoras box was opened. You the fans are the cause for this....now we not only have the Establishment and now we have Wrath and his Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Fans...pandering, pathetic fools...you hated the way the Establishment was doing things and now like a virus it has replicated itself but it has also mutated....

Blame no one but yourselves...

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SINGLES MATCH
SCHMEID vs MATTHEW PRINCE

[We cut back from commercial break and immediately “Blessed are the Dead” by Megadeth blares on the PA System and Prince starts riding down on his horse. Prince immediately stares down as his horse rushes down to the arena rather quickly. Prince gets off his horse and immediately stares down at Zion and Schmied, who both seem like they want to kill one another.]

Ricky: Well, the terrors are back. I figured those rat bastards would leave and go pillage another town. I thought this all was a bad nightmare.

Chris: Yes, honestly, I will admit it. They’re creepy, but Zion’s paying the piper for all the treatment he’s given these individuals these past few months. He definitely deserves it.

[Prince gets into the ring and the referee immediately rings the bell. Prince and Schmied just stare at one another with this look of death between the two people. Schmied and Prince look ready to maul one another. The referee immediately calls for the Code of Honor to be enforced. Prince extends his hand, but as Schmied does, he immediately turns around and flips Prince off. Prince looks on in complete disbelief as Zion picks up a microphone.]

Darin Zion: GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE SCHMIED…THIS INSTANT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Darin Zion: Schmied, I command you…this instant!

Ricky: Schmied’s not listening to Zion at all tonight. It’s like he’s pissed or something. He knew that tazer to him was an accident.

Chris: Right…Zion knew what he was doing.

Ricky: Now you’re starting to sound like me.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Darin Zion: Schmied, get your fucking ass back in this match right now and fight.

[Schmied turns around and looks at Zion and immediately walks towards the back as Prince immediately scratches his head in confusion. He then turns his attention back on to Darin Zion. Prince’s eyes light up as he looks down at Zion, who’s got the Hybrid Championship around his waist. He points at Zion’s Hybrid Championship.]

NINE!

TEEEEN!

Alexis Lace: Here’s your winner and…

[Prince immediately yanks the microphone and glares immediately onto Zion. His eyes widen and his gaze turns evil and glowing. His smile sinisterly lights up the PWX crowd who chants for Prince to murder Zion completely without a second thought. Prince snaps his neck a few times and speaks very soft, but stern.]

Prince: Since your beast won’t have a match, by order of the master…we fight….one on one…I will prove to you I should be the Hybrid Champion.

[Zion cowers and immediately starts to point at his shoulder scars. The referee doesn’t care as Prince immediately picks Zion up. He nails him into the turn buckle and he immediately lands a stiff clothesline and Zion falls to the mat shoulders first. Prince immediately places Zion into a Camel Clutch working onto Zion and forces his weight onto Zion’s shoulders. Zion screams in complete agony and wants to start tapping out, but he immediately crawls into the corner. Zion lays on the mat, but Prince immediately pulls him back into the middle of the ring and starts doing the Texas Cloverleaf on him now, working on Zion’s shoulders.]

Chris: I hope Prince causes Darin Zion to tap out like a little bitch. This is definitely the karma Zion pays for being an asshole to the roster. Especially after he won’t pick Prince to face him for the PWX Hybrid Championship next week, Zion totally deserves to have his face smashed in.

Ricky: How dare you talk about the Establishment’s Darin Zion like that. Again he may not hold any power, but honestly, he’s a respectable talent. He’s wrestled all over the world and…

Chris: Still kissing ass when Prince is doing more of the work.

[Zion weasels his way into the ropes again and this time the referee forces Prince off of Zion. Prince points at Zion. He glares stiffly at Zion and motions he wants to break Zion’s back rather quickly. Zion struggles back to his feet and Prince immediately picks Zion up and hits a Reverse DDT, face first. He turns Zion around and immediately hits a frog splash right into Zion’s back. Zion immediately screams in agony as Prince picks Zion back up. Prince stiffly slams Zion into the mat with a double handed chokeslam, and Zion continues to hold his back in complete agony. Prince then steps onto Zion’s back and immediately jumps and lands all his weight into it. Prince then picks Zion up and throws him into the turnbuckle. He gets up top and signals for the Top Rope Death Valley Driver.]

Ricky: NOO!! Don’t do it! Don’t do it Prince…you’re not that sick.

Chris: Yes, he is…he’s going to drive him face first into the mat. And…..


BAM!

Ricky: Zion’s so dead! GET UP ZION! GET UP!

Chris: He’s out cold!

[Prince immediately kicks Zion in the stomach and he doubles over. Prince lifts Zion and hits the Impossible Brutality for good measure. Prince then grabs Zion and covers him.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

[After the bell rings, Prince immediately grabs underneath the ring a set of thumbtacks and lays them all across the ring. Prince immediately motions again for the Impossible Brutality and picks Zion up while officials start coming into the ring. Prince pushes them out of the way and immediately clears the ring. He then picks Zion up and with a sick thud lands another Impossible Brutality to Zion, face first in the ring. “Blessed are the Dead” by Megadeth blares on the PA system. Prince steps on his horse and immediately the crowd thanks Prince as the officials rush out and attend to Zion. Prince motions and signals for the Hybrid Championship.]

Chris: These men mean business after The Initiative! Prince took Zion out and immediately endured more pain. He definitely looks pleased and so does this crowd.

Ricky: Yes, but what’s this mean for Zion and Schmied. They’re the best of friends and Schmied didn’t protect Zion. Neither did any other Establishment member in attendance right now. Hollywood’s going to get here soon.

Chris: Well if you pissed off the roster…

Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!

Chris: You’re going to get burned…

Ricky: Like a hooker!

[The scene fades to black as officials tend to Darin Zion as Prince rides off into the back.]



WINNER: MATTHEW PRINCE

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[We’re backstage at the arena with Darin Zion, still feeling the after affects of being almost literally butchered by John Odeja and friends at the end of The Initiative and he’s talking on his phone, clearly getting extremely agitated with the person at the other end of the line]

Zion: Yes, just…don’t…don’t….GOD DAMNIT!

[Having angrily hung up on the caller, Zion hurls the phone to the floor]

Zion: She’s almost here…great….

[After taking a moment to calm himself, Zion gingerly goes to pick his phone off the floor, although he finds this very difficult with the lacerations on his back – when he’s distracted by a voice from off camera]

Everett: Hey, Zion, how’s your back?

[Zion looks up angrily, and sees the two members of the Vox Populi approaching, tag team titles slung over their shoulders]

Zion: Why would you even ask YOUR HYBRID Champion that? It’s fucking terrible after you two didn’t come out to save me from a massive ass raping from Matthew Prince. Damn it, my back’s even worse that before…throbbing terribly.

[After the stern rebuke, Black looks at Everett, who shrugs and continues chewing his gum noisily, so Black addresses the situation]

Black: I apologise for my confederate’s tone just now, he just wanted to make you feel a little better about what happened by engaging in some light-hearted chatter. He most certainly didn’t mean to sound malicious when he said it.

[Black nudges Everett, while giving him a knowing look]

Everett: No, of course I didn’t. As he said, you’re in a bad way after last week, so I thought I’d take your mind off of it. It’s not like seeing the guy who runs this place getting taken out is funny or anything.

[Black gestures to Everett, then to Zion, and nods]

Black: You see? It’s all water under the bridge.

Zion: Yeah, I see that guys. I trust you…but let’s cut to the chase, I’ve got a few issues to tend to…what do you two want for your services?

Black: Want? No, no, you misunderstand. No, we’re here to give you a proposition.

Zion: Bullshit, I play this business game all too often. It’s all the same. No one does work for free. I wouldn’t expect you two gents to do work for free. So what do you want?

Black: As anyone who saw the last show will know, right now you’re not in charge of anything around here, so based on that I guess that means internet posters can’t call us “sell outs” any more, isn’t that right?

[Everett snorts in agreement]

Black: However, the fact is that when you were in a position of power, you set it up so Everett and I could step up to the next platform by claiming these…

[Black gestures towards the tag team belts on his and Everett’s shoulders]

Black: ...so, as you did something for us, we’re letting you know that if you need to call in a favour anytime soon that we’re easy enough to find.

[Zion looks at the two Vox members, weighing up his options]

Everett: You did us a solid, and no good deed goes unturned.

[Everett slaps Zion on the back, which causes Zion to grimace]

Zion: Jesus, would you not slap my back! That fucking hurts! God!

Everett: Sorry, forgot about your back for a second.

Zion: Understandable, you’re a little excited to see the greatest HYBRID CHAMPION in PWX’s history Everett! I respect you greatly for your guy’s hard work. I’ll tell you what, why not next week, we shake things up a bit. Things haven’t gone exactly to my way the last week. So I’ll tell you what, meet me in Hollywood’s office next week. I have a perfect way we can get me the best thank you gift….

[Black ushers Everett out of Zion’s line of sight, then turns back to Zion]

Black: As I said, we honour our debts, so if you can’t solve a problem the way you usually do, there’s always another way.

[Black and Everett walk out and suddenly you hear a smash and Zion immediately goes bolting over towards the sound…

[We cut to the backstage area, completely shattered in chaos. We see monitors flying off screen and shattering everywhere. We immediately see another camera man get tossed across the air and lands in the pile of chaos. We hear tables immediately slam on the floor and plates shatter. We cut to security footage and we see Schmied immediately wrecking everything in his way. Show producers immediately step in his way and he tosses them violently against the wall. Suddenly, we cut to another camera man running with Zion. Zion immediately get in Schmied’s face and glares at him and Schmied stops in his tracks. Darin Zion immediately points his finger at Schmied’s chest and starts to scream.]

Darin Zion: How dare you! How dare you mock me…your HYBRID CHAMPION, your best and only friend…your savior! Do you remember what I did for you Schmied? I dug you up from nothing, I treated you like family and gave you the world. I let you under my shelter and trained you under my wing. And you didn’t honor my last act and you LOST?! How dare you do that to me! Who in the hell do you think you are?

[Schmied immediately glares at Zion in complete silence. He stands their burning a hole through Zion’s heart looking at him. Schmied pounds his fists together in which Zion doesn’t back down and glares at him directly in the eyes. Schmied’s face looks serious and the crowd doesn’t know which man to cheer for.]

Darin Zion: Do you realize that I…AM THE HYBRID CHAMPION? You work for ME! I hired you and I still have the power to fire you. You don’t work for PWX, you work for me and I contract you out. If I want you to tear off Prince’s head, you’ll fucking do it! If you are told to shit in Codair’s bags, I want you begging me on how fast it should get done. In fact, if I want you to stop throwing people into walls in order to avoid legal troubles, you’d better step up. I don’t care if you’re a monster and you lost your streak to that bastard Ojeda. You have a job to do and you’d better do it because….

[Zion breaks out into song and Schmied walks off. As Schmied walks off, you hear people screaming, notably because Schmied’s continuing to destroy anything he comes in contact with in frustration as Zion continues to continue his tie raid on the roster. ]

Darin Zion: “I am the champion, my friend,
And I'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
I am the champion.
I am the champion.
No time for losers
'Cause I am the champion of the Hyb..”

*SMACK!*

[Immediately, Morgana returns into the scene and looks at Zion rather pissed off. He refocuses for a moment. He smiles and she glares still. Morgana returns to PWX after a small hiatus taking care of the Zion residence. She has a look of disbelief on her face while Zion just looks completely dumbfounds.]

Morgana: Do you realize that’s your friend? He needs you! I love you and all, but honestly, you’re acting like a pompous asshole! You need to apologize right…

Darin Zion: I’m sorry, but honestly, no, just no! I refuse! He failed, he’s expendable and a worthless piece of shit for not changing PWX. You know he just cost us our fortune pretty much. Grant, I protected our assets so we still have our millions locked for life, but had he shredded Ojeda like his job was to do, I’d still have this fucking company in the palm of my hands with Hollywood. But you know what, you know, you’re totally right…I should not complain, I shouldn’t have any of my fun. After all, getting CRUCIFIED BY THE WORLD’S MOST WORTHLESS WRESTLER…you know doesn’t mean a damn thing at all. Where was he all last week when I needed him…

Morgana: I understand you’re completely frustrated right now, babe! Luckily I still retain my position as PWX Talent Manager and Ojeda cannot fire me, so we still have minuet power in this company, but you have to realize he’s not just a toy for you to go and destroy.

[Zion’s face immediately lights up with complete fury. Zion immediately gets up in her face and starts to intensify his speech. Morgana immediately drops her jaw in complete shock. ]

Darin Zion: You know, instead of defending him and treating him like he’s your boy toy, why not side for me once? I understand he and you bonded when he saved you…after you told me that story, that was quite awesome of him, but you know I am getting sick of everyone riding my fucking back. Zion, you’re a worthless tool. Zion, you don’t have heat. Zion, you cannot fucking do anything right….ZION, ZION, ZION! Do you understand what it’s like? I keep hearing it over and fucking over! I’m a failure…I’m such a FUCKING FAILURE. I’m such a FUCKING failure that I won the Hybrid Championship. And you know what? It’s been the single most SOLID thing in my life. It’s ALWAYS stood the test of time and it’s been my career highlight holding this title every time. When I win it, I feel at home. But no, of course, I should be more sensitive to the fucking monster or more sensitive to every one of these fans who stab me CONSTANTLY in the back OOOOOOR…maybe I should you know, be more sensitive to the roster who doesn’t put what I put into PWX? I’m SORRY FOR ACTING LIKE A DOUCHE, EVERYONE! There, you happy?

[Morgana immediately shakes her head and slaps Zion stiffly across the face. She stares him directly in the eye, something no other woman has done to Zion in a long time. Zion immediately calms down and listens carefully.]

Morgana: Shut up! You’ve lost control. You haven’t coped with it yet. Start acting like the guy I used to love. You know, the man I fell madly in love with because he had the world. You lost your power and you’re going nuts. I forgive you for it, but FOCUS, baby, FOCUS! Ojeda wants you to snap. He wants you to break down and go fucking batshit insane…he…

[Morgana smiles for a moment before gazing into Zion’s eyes and they connect. Both of them scheme for a moment, and immediately start making out for a moment on camera. They back of for a moment before both laugh sadistically. Zion’s eyes light up and Morgana seductively smiles at him.]

Darin Zion: I’ve got an idea, babe, would you go ask Hollywood for a budget report…I think next week, since Prince, Codair, and Blade beat me down…one of them will pay the piper dearly.

Morgana: Right on it, and they’ll pay dearly!

[Both of them walk hand in hand as the scene immediately fades to black.]

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As Nighthawk and Jason Aries stand in the locker room area, going over their final strategies for their match against the Hansons, Shawn Lester stumbles on the hugely popular tag team. Clad in their ring gear, "The Phenom" and "The Wrestling Machine" glare at Shawn Lester but nonethelss professionally move into position for their interview.

Shawn Lester: "It's been a rough few weeks for the two of you. Tonight, though, you try and get back on the horse against a tough team in Noah and Colt Hanson. How do you think you're going to do?"

Nighthawk: "You're right, Mr. Lester. It has been a rough couple of weeks. But tonight, we change all of that. Tonight, we show the Hansons, and the rest of the tag team division, what we've always known. We can beat any team in the world if our heads are on right. And believe us, we've talked. Our heads are on right. Jason, anything to add?"

Jason Aries: "Shawn do you enjoy trying to stir the pot I believe you do but the truth is your right these last couple weeks people have been wondering about the two of us are we still a team? I am here to let the entire wrestling world know that bad company is still here and we are still on the hunt for the world tag team titles. Hansons you are stepping in to the ring with two of the very best and when were a team there is none better so try as you may it is going to be a failed attempt. I want you to take a look at the list of teams we have beaten they found out just like you will that there is only one company and that's bad company.

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TAG TEAM MATCH
BAD COMPANY vs ANARCHY 99

As Bad Company walks down to the ring for their tag team match with Anarchy 99 Noah Hanson and Colt Hanson jump them both from behind, Colt Hanson firing Jason Aries into the ringpost while Noah Hanson lands a vicious lariat on Nighthawk. Dragging both members of Bad Company into the ring Noah Hanson produces a pair of handcuffs which he uses to tie the “Wrestling Machine” to the ringpost while Colt Hanson continues to beat on Jason Aries, again tossing him into a ringpost which causes him to bleed from a deep-looking cut on his scalp. Grabbing the microphone Noah Hanson sits on the ring apron, facing Nighthawk.


Noah Hanson: “I know exactly the person you are, Tristan. You’re loyal, to your friends and the people who matter to you. So this is going to hurt you quite a lot to hear this from me, but it’s true. A war is coming, Tristan. And you have to figure whose side you’re going to be on. And this guy, <Noah stomps Jason Aries in the stomach as Colt Hanson drags his forearm across the open cut on the head of ‘The Phenom’>, isn’t going to give you what you need. What do you have to say for Bad Company?”


As Noah advances on Nighthawk, the “Wrestling Machine” is able to pull himself up to a place where he superkicks a distracted Colt Hanson to draw him off of Jason Aries for a moment.


Noah Hanson, furiously choking Nighthawk with both hands: “THAT’S YOUR ANSWER? I try and save your career, and that’s the answer you give me? Fine, Tristan. If you won’t let me save your career, I'll end it.”

And with that, Noah Hanson bashes Nighthawk in the head with the microphone before walking off with Colt Hanson as referees and other security move in to un-handcuff Nighthawk and try and attend to Jason Aries.




WINNERS: NO CONTEST

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Backstage we go as we are taken to the parking lot. The camera is on the entrance where it is expected that Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, is set to arrive any moment. Meanwhile, the announcers can be heard in the background talking.

Ricky: We are moments away from this show being PERFECT! Mr. Hollywood’s arrival has been anticipated all night.

Chris: Some could actually be heard being on edge about his arrival after the events unfolded last week at The Initiative PPV.

Ricky: Well, Mr. Hollywood is a busy man, so I know whatever he has to say tonight….it will be GOLDEN!

Just then, a black limo can be seen slowly making its way into the entrance of the Amway Center garage. The limo stops and the driver gets out of the car and makes his way to the back of the car quickly. He opens the back door and out steps Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood. He is sporting a pair of shades and is looking sharp in his black tailored suit. He then extends his hand back into the car and helps the “Princess of the Establishment” Tiami Tyler from the limo as she steps out looking red hot. The power duo are booed from the crowd as Mr. Hollywood looks around and his facial expression doesn’t change a bit. He looks at Tiami and opens his arm up and Tiami slips her arm into his.

Ricky: I’ve seen that look before…Mr. Hollywood does NOT look happy tonight.

Chris: One could assume he’s going to exact revenge in some caliber tonight

Ricky: Well of course he is! Mr. Hollywood ALWAYS gets even and he ALWAYS gets what he wants…

Both Hollywood and Tiami walk away from the limo as Hollywood’s cell starts to ring.

Hollywood: Excuse me, my dear.

Hollywood answers his cell.

Hollywood: I trust you have good news for me.

Hollywood starts nodding his head as we don’t hear anything from the end.

Hollywood: Excellent! I’ve been waiting to hear something good all fucking week!

Hollywood nods his head again as he listens on the cell. A smile then crosses his face.

Hollywood: I knew it would be effective. Great work. This is why I pay you guys to get the job done! I’ll contact you later.

Hollywood hits the end button and slides it back into his suit jacket.

Tiami: I trust you have good news?

Hollywood: Oh I do…and I plan on making them known right now!

Both Hollywood and Tiami walk off and towards the ring.

Ricky: Mr. Hollywood heading to the ring!!

Chris: I wonder what he has to say? I guess well find out next!

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"Hail to the King" blasts over the PA system as the crowd start drowning in boos. Out from the back, Hollywood and Tiami step out on to the stage. Hollywood has a mic already in his hand and he looks rather furious.

Hollywood: Cut the fucking music! I didn't come all this way to Orlando to waste my time with all you worthless peons!

Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Hollywood: On the contrary, I think what I'm about to do is going to give me a big fuck you even more. I can't say that I don't welcome it!

Crowd start to boo more as Tiami produces a beautiful evil smile on her already radiant face.

Hollywood: Now, I'm sure all of you heard what happened last week. Last week, I was viciously attacked as I was leaving Tampa. I was laid out in my limo.

Crowd: YAY!

Hollywood: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!

Hollywood: Now, where was I? Ah yes, I was viciously taken out and I think it was diabolical. Then, later on that night, it was revealed that these stupid...Hell House Riders?...I don't know, I don't give a fucking fuck! They laid out an UNACCEPTABLE brutality on not only some of the competitors in the Hybrid Championship, but two of my fellow Establishment partners. John Ojeda then did what I was finally waiting for him to do......CROSS THE FUCKING LINE! He did just that. He put my fellow business partner and best friend, Darin Zion, in a situation where it was out of his control. Ojeda made him sign HIS ASSETS, his portion of control of the company over to him. Well ladies and gentlemen, this only gets worse from here on out!

Chris: What the hell is he talking about?

Ricky: Whatever it is...I know it's gonna be GOLDEN!

Hollywood: Ojeda, you made one mistake....you underestimated me...I knew you would too. You see, you forget that I'm the richest mother fucker here! You seemed to have forgotten that I have powerful connections. You know...I believe they have a term for those connections..Lawyers. That's right, Lawyers! Ojeda, you are officially being SUED! My lawyers have obtained a copy of that signed contract you so forcefully made Zion sign last week. It will be here NEXT WEEK to be revoked!

Crowd: BOOOOO

Hollywood: As if that weren't enough? Ojeda, you may have control of half right now...but I control the other half. Therefore, I hereby STRIP the PWX Championship from you!

Chris: WHAT?!

Ricky: NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

Hollywood: Also, Ojeda, you and your merry band of mother fuckers are here by SUSPENDED!......INDEFINITELY! As for next week, it won't be long until things are back to where they are supposed to be! You crossed the line too far this time John, and I was waiting for the perfect opportunity for you to make that move. I am, always was and always WILL BE.....smarter than you Ojeda!

Hollywood laughs methodically as he drops the mic and "Hail to the King" reprises over the PA. Hollywood and Tiami both laugh together as they make their way to the back.

Chris: What does this mean for next week?

Ricky: I don't know, but next week, Establishment will be back in FULL control again! I love it! Next week is gonna be great!

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NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP
JOEY HARRIS(c) vs THE MASKED BOB DOLE

The monitor feed returns to the ring, where The Masked Bob Dole hops up and down excitedly, awaiting his opportunity at the Next Generation Championship. The crowd boos loudly, as the new Next Generation Champion, Joey Harris, walks to the ring with a microphone in hand, accompanied by the lovely Roxxie Roberts, wearing Joey's belt around her waist! Joey laughs as he eyeballs his opponent, before lifting the microphone toward his face. Before he can speak, he shakes his head, opting instead to hand the microphone off to Roxxie, who receives it with a smirk. She begins to speak, as Joey heads toward the ring.

Roxxie: Exactly one week has passed, since my love, Joey Harris, became the Next Generation Champion, and to be honest, we are already bored. As Joey stated last week, very clearly, we never had any interest in winning this title. Neither of us did. All we ever wanted was to take something precious away from The Establishment. And that's exactly what we did!

As Roxxie speaks, Joey continues toward the ring in nonchalant fashion, his opponent aware, but hanging on Roxxie's words. Joey climbs the steps and enters the ring over the middle rope, as Dole approaches slowly to shake his hand. The champion shakes his head no, speaking plainly: "Yeah, that's not happening, kiddo!" Then he knocks his opponent to the floor with a stiff short-arm clothesline! He puts the boots to his downed opponent, as Roxxie continues.

Roxxie: Not only did Joey and I take this title away from your camp, Brian Hollywood...

She taps at the belt's gold plate.

Roxxie: ...we also eliminated your beloved Alexander Atwater from the picture! That's right, your beloved soldier of fortune is nowhere to be seen, M.I.A. since Joey and I kicked his ass last week!

Chris: It's true. Nobody has heard from the former champion since The Initiative last week.

Ricky: I can't the evil things my princess has been doing lately! Dammit, Roxxie, you crapped on my heart!

Chris: She did what?!

The match goes on, as Joey continues to physically punish his rookie challenger. He whips him to a corner, then charges him, leaping to the air with two knees that are driven right into Bob Dole's chest. The masked competitor crumbles to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. Joey laughs, picking up his battered opponent and dancing with his limp body. The boos from the crowd are deafening, as Joey drops his opponent carelessly, taking a bow! He walks across the ring, stepping on Bob Dole in the process, and takes another bow for the jeering audience; meanwhile, Roxxie Roberts continues her promo.

Roxxie: Neither of us blame your lackey for not showing up this week, Brian. In fact, you could give your entire Establishment the week off, and we would understand perfectly! Because now that I have my Joey back, the love of my life, we are going to lay waste to this pathetic company you and Darin Zion claim to control! And we will become, what we will become!

Back in the ring, Joey leans into the ropes, taunting the fans, as the boos get louder and louder. From behind, the challenger recovers, and quickly rolls Joey up with a pin! The referee drops to the mat to start the count.

One...

Two...

Th-...no, Joey kicks out! Roxxie gasps, almost dropping the microphone in shock, as the champion narrowly escapes what would surely have been the biggest upset of his professional career. He looks up, momentarily dazed, and laughs as he recovers. "Oh, Bobby Boy!" He mocks his opponent, as he gets back to his feet. Bob charges at Joey, who quickly sidesteps, stalking Bob carefully as he crashes into the turnbuckle. Bob turns around, and Joey catches him with his jumping knee-facecrusher, "Hope Fails You!" The challenger crashes to the floor, and Joey quickly covers him.

One...

Two...

Three!

The referee calls for the bell, as Joey Harris quickly rolls out of the ring. He reunites with Roxxie, who gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. The two remain at ringside, however, but slowly begin walking backwards up the ramp, as Roxxie continues.

Alexis Lace: Winner, and still champion: Joey Harris!



WINNER: JOEY HARRIS

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Roxxie: As I touched on earlier, neither I, nor Joey, have any desire to hold this title. Therefore, it is with great pleasure that Joey Harris hereby vacates the Next Generation Championship!

Chris: What the hell is this bitch talking about?

Ricky: (sobbing to himself)

Joey removes the belt from around Roxxie's waist, holding it in front of face. Roxxie laughs, waving goodbye to the belt, as Joey heaves it out into the audience! The fans boo, as Joey mockingly watches as though he had just hit a homerun in baseball. The two share a laugh, and Joey takes the microphone from his lover.

Joey: Later tonight, my girl will face former PWX Champion, Troy Stone. Troy, you're good; there's no question. But you're no Roxxie Roberts, and you sure as hell are not a natural! You see, there is a changing of the guards here in PWX. Last week, at The Initiative, the winds of change blew strong, and a new hero emerged from the ruins of this old house. The days of the Troy Stones, the Adam Strykers, the Alexander Atwaters- Those days are dead! Tonight marks the dawning of a new day, the rising of a brand new sun, which will cast its imposing shadow on the earth, and scorch anybody who gets too close. This is survival of the fittest! Only the strongest will survive, and Roxxie Roberts is strong. Joey Harris is stronger. Together, we will survive. Together, we are strong. Together, we are Natural Selection!

Joey tosses the microphone out into the crowd- not quite as far as the now-vacant PWX Next Generation Championship- as Roxxie embraces him, smiling erratically and affectionately. Joey kisses her on the forehead, wearing a wicked smile of his own, as the two head back up the ramp.

Chris: What a fucking prick! How disrespectful is that, to drop the title like a bad habit, and then heave it out to the crowd like it's a toy?!

Ricky: *sniff* So I guess that's it, then, huh? All this Natural Selection, "survival of the fittest" nonsense...this is what Roxxie really wants, she and that bastard Joey Harris?

Chris: I don't think anybody knows what those two really are up to, Ricky. Nobody but Roxxie Roberts and Joey Harris...

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As Nighthawk packs up his gear bag to head off to a local hospital in Orlando, stopping every few steps to steady himself as dizziness has taken over him, he suddenly stumbles across a cameraman.

Nighthawk: "Jason Aries walked through the back on his own, but I had to be the one to tell my friend to get himself to the hospital. Hansons, you took this to a place it didn't need to go. And I won't sleep, and neither will Jason, until we avenge this. Consider this a sign: It's time for you to go. Goodnight Hansons. May sleep give you the courage to go on."

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FATAL FOUR WAY HYBRID SPECTACULAR
TIAMI TYLER vs ANTON CHASE vs TIMOTHY HUNT vs TJ CODAIR

[The bell rings and immediately Anton Chase scrambles for TJ Codair and Tiami Tyler scrambles for Timothy Hunt and the crowd immediately goes apeshit. They stand up and roar as Chase and Tiami toss their respective people out from the ring. Both of them immediately rushes towards the ring ropes and suicide dive towards their rivals and take the fight immediately outside of the ring. Tiami begins to focus on Timothy Hunt. While immediately Anton Chase rushes back into the ring and immediately dives hardcore straight into TJ Codair quickly. Anton Chase then takes TJ Codair and sends him into the barricade. Chase rushes towards Codair and kicks the barricade down and the fight immediately starts going into the crowd.]

Ricky: Chase is about to take Codair for some popcorn! Maybe I ought to eat some popcorn while I watch Tiami Tyler seduces Timothy Hunt into submission. I’d love Codair’s Sweaty Balls flavor…you know to get you as a Christmas present Chris.

Chris: Shut the fuck up! We don’t need jokes like that on PWX…this is a….

Ricky: TV-14 match you retard!

Chris: Sorry I got mixed up. Apparently I forgot that this is the Hybrid Showcase. And holy shit, Timothy Hunt got the upper hand. Definitely a great trick in playing possum and smashing Tiami’s head straight into the poll, Hunt will have a great chance to pick up this win.

[After Hunt smashes Tiami’s face into the pole, he grabs a steel chair and immediately gets upon the steel steps and lays the chair against Tiami’s body. He immediately rushes out and dives up and lands his feet back first into Tiami’s back, she immediately reels in complete pain. Hunt whips the steel chair out from underneath and starts immediately smacking Tiami a few times with it and tries to smash her face in. He tosses the steel chair and immediately gets up on the barricade. He rushes from their and tries to nail and elbow drop, but Tiami immediately moves out of the way and Hunt grabs his elbow in pain. Tiami then takes his elbow and bashes it against the steel post on the outside. She then takes the steel chair and crams it down Hunt’s throat.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FII….

Chris: Tiami released the hold after the referee told her no killing people. She desperately needs to kill Hunt after what he’s put her through since their return to PWX. It’s definitely show a great rivalry that I hope continues to brew into future Adrenaline shows.

Ricky: True that! I could sure stand to watch Tiami’s ass bounce a few times before….HOLY FUCK! What the hell’s going on in the crowd…Did Chase just….just…

Chris: Why yes he did…he grabbed a foam finger and shoved it up Codair’s ass. Why Codair’s leaping for joy with the torture…I really don’t know.

Ricky: Well that should teach Codair for brutalizing Darin Zion after winning the Hybrid Championship last week. And MAN! What a drop kick from Anton Chase. Right square across TJ’s face.

Chris: But the only falls that count are inside that ring, right now, it’s just a massive ass brawl.

[Codair grabs his jaw as Chase immediately grabs him by the hair and starts pulling him along. Chase immediately walks near a cotton candy vendor and knocks the tray out of his hands. Chase nails Codair in the stomach a few times before immediately picking him up and hitting a snap suplex stiffly into the tray. Codair lays across the crowd, completely lifeless, and Chase immediately rushes towards the ladder. Chase bashes the ladder across Codair’s lungs and sets the ladder up on the outside of the pavement below. The ladder stands 20 feet in the air and the crowd completely looks shocked.]

Ricky: It’s the ladder that took out Darin Zion! How the fuck did that get back there?!

Chris: I don’t know, but apparently the ghost of Adam Stryker’s career from the Initiative left it back there for Chase to find. Call it destiny. Call it luck. I still call it a major ass whooping coming on from 20 feet above.

[Anton Chase immediately climbs the ladder and smiles down as the crowd immediately goes wild. Anton immediately prays for the Asai Moonsault and leaps 20 feet off the ladder and he…]

Chris: NAILS IT PERFECTLY!

Ricky: Like a hooker!

Chris: And that cotton candy tray definitely took a huge dent with the way Chase landed on him…but what Chase doesn’t realize since he’s reeling in pain is the match has moved back into the ring. This spells trouble for the former Hybrid Champion who wants to reclaim his crown.

Ricky: Yes, and it also means trouble for my pants. I’m about to jizz with excitement and call on the powers of Jarome Owen’s black snake. Tiami Tyler’s about to kill Timothy Hunt. They’ve gone back and forth with a lot of their action taking turns with offense. Tyler was able to amazingly pick up German Suplex, but Hunt then countered by getting back on his feet and nailing Tiami’s knees from under her. Yes folks, remember all is fair in love and war.

[Timothy Hunt watches on as he immediately grabs Tiami’s leg and locks her into the Achilles lock. She starts to scream in pain as Hunt tries to weaken her ankle down. Tiami gets to the ropes and Hunt immediately releases the hold stomping her while Tiami takes a breather. Hunt tries to go with her with a running boot, but Tiami immediately slides underneath Hunt’s legs. As Hunt immediately recovers to kick her again, she rebounds herself and immediately nails Hunt in the balls directly. He falls down and grabs his balls as she smiles sadistically as she stands over him. She takes her heel once again and drives it into Hunt’s throat, but releases it for a moment. As Hunt starts to get up, she rushes towards Hunt and immediately lands a German Suplex Bridge hard on Hunt’s neck.]

ONE!

TWO!

Chris: So close, yet so so far. Tiami Tyler thought she had that. She’s slamming the mat…stiffly.

Ricky: Must you make jokes I can say like a hooker to all day? I really would love to go one match without saying it. Kind of like you used to do with DELIEVERENCE. Hey, perfect time to set up for it…she’s going for his balls again.

Chris: Shut up!

[Tiami spreads Hunt’s legs together, but Hunt immediately grabs Tiami and rolls her up.]

ONE!

TWO!

[Tiami reverses it and gets Hunt’s shoulders down on the mat.]

ONE!

TWO!

[Hunt and Tiami immediately release the pinfall attempts and charge at one another. Hunt rushes towards Tyler with a clothesline, but Tiami ducks. Both of them charge and nail a cross body, but collide and cause extreme pain. Hunt recovers from the incident. He immediately picks Tyler back up and lands a sick, sick, sick military press on her with all his weight. Hunt immediately grabs Tyler by her head and starts to lock in a sick headlock on her. She starts to turn blue and puts her hand in the air, but refuses to tap out. Immediately Hunt picks up Tyler up and hits the Hunted on him. Tyler lays flat and Hunt locks in the Storyteller on her. She lays their completely stiff. The referee immediately rushes over towards them. He lifts up Tiami’s hand.]

*THUD!*

Ricky: Come on my Icy Princess! You’ve got to do this! You’ve got to win this match!

Chris: He could totally do it! It would set him up for wonders in the Hybrid division after last week.

*THUD!*

Chris: ONE MORE! ONE MORE….

Ricky: HOLY SHIT! NO FUCKING WAY!! HE’S GOING AIR BORN ON THESE TWO!

Chris: Shit’s about to hit the fan!

*BAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!*

Chris: HOLY DELIEVERENCE!

Ricky: Like a virgin hooker! You know a nun, you get it?

Chris: Yes, sadly…so stupid though.

[Immediately the crowd goes wild after Anton Chase immediately nailed a shooting star press onto Hunt and Tiami breaking the hold. He also connected with the referee and took him out. Chase immediately picks up Hunt and rushes towards him and nails a spinning back hand. Tiami get to her feet shortly their after and Chase immediately lands a drop kick on her. Chase goes after Tiami who’s weakened and immediately picks her up and lands a german suplex on her hard. Hunt grabs Chase and tries to go for the same spot, but Chase immediately lands on his feet and waits for Hunt to rebound before nailing a sick and ugly reverse huricanarana. Chase immediately amps the crowd up into a frenzy.]

Chris: Chase is going on the Hunt….pun totally intended. He’s going for a belly to belly suplex…now the rush and somersault splash. He’s rushing towards the ropes…

Ricky: AND SPLAT! Hunt nails his legs up into the splash. But yes! My Icy Princess charges them with bulldog. She’s a feisty one!

[Tiami gets the upper hand and immediately starts to cram a few boots on to Hunt to keep him down. She then immediately turns her attention onto Anton Chase. He tries to hit an elbow across her, but immediately Tiami gains control and holds him into place. Chase flips her down with a takedown and both get back to their feet. Tiami dodges a super kick. She immediately nails Chase in the balls and keeps him down for a moment.]

Chris: What a cheap shot from the woman whose Brian Hollywood’s assistant! Cannot have a fair fight without cheap shots.

Ricky: She’s getting her job done. You take out the enemy or you get fired. So shut up and do YOUR JOB. Call this match you hooker!

[Tiami dissects Chase and hits him with a STO hard onto his back. Chase gets back to his feet and Tiami nails a huricanarana with a pinfall. She gets a quick two count, but Chase tries to reverse it. Hunt immediately notices Chase getting the pinfall and kicks him out for the two count. Hunt picks Chase up and immediately sends him flying into the air and hits a stiff uppercut on Chase. Hunt immediately covers Chase.]

ONE!

TWO!

TH…

Ricky: WOW! Chase kicked out with every ounce in his body. I’ve taken an upper cut like that before and it knocked me the fuck out.

Chris: That’s because you’re weak. Everyone knows that you couldn’t win a fight if hired to wrestle. Hunt’s shocked for sure Chase kicked out. Hunt definitely caught Chase, but now it looks the arch rivals want to take Chase out for what he did. They realized it and Chase is totally going to get it.

[Tiami and Hunt immediately look at one another and nod for a moment. Tiami immediately grabs a table from out of the ring and sits it down in the ring. Hunt immediately nails Chase across the back a few times with a chair, and both of them immediately grab Anton Chase. Chase squirms pleaing with Tiami, but both Tiami and Hunt powerbomb Chase through the table.]

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

[Tiami and Hunt smile for a moment before Tiami takes the cheap slap across Hunt’s face. Hunt immediately punches her back and Tyler goes down stiffly. Hunt immediately takes a few punches and delivers them straight to Tiami’s face. You see some blood from a cut run down Tiami’s face. Tiami immediately flips the bitch switch on and immediately claws the fuck out of Hunt’s face. She immediately bites him on the face. Tyler immediately hits a couple of shots across the face and then drop kicks Hunt a few times. She kicks Hunt into the stomach and signals for the Package Piledriver.]

Chris: ICY REVOLUTION! SHE’S ABOUT TO WIN! THIS IS IT!

*BOOM*

Ricky: Wait a minute, there’s that bastard Codair, and he’s just launched my baby out of the ring. I cannot believe it, he’s going to do it.

Chris: HELL’S ABOUT TO OPEN UP! HE’S COVERING HER UP!

ONE!

TWO!

[Immediately Chase leaps off of the turnbuckle from out of nowhere. He hits a giant leg drop to the back of TJ’s neck and TJ starts to reel in complete pain. Chase rushes out of the ring and grabs a barbed wire chair. He props TJ into the ring and puts the chair in his face. Chase immediately rushes over to the top turnbuckle and nails the Van Daminator. Tyler recovers and Chase then hits a flipping neckbreaker on her. Chase then immediately grabs the chair and Codair again. As he’s about to hit a move, Hunt rushes towards him and Chase bats Hunt with the steel chair. Chase immediately yells out at the top of his lungs: “THIS IS FOR YOU FUCKER!” He lifts the Chair up with TJ in his grabs. He then hits the Chaos Theory and nails TJ in the stomach with a barbed wire steel chair. Chase immediately rushes over and relaxes and covers him count the cover with the referee.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEE!

Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE HYBRID SHOWCASE: ANTOOOOON CHASE!

[The referee raises Anton’s hand and Anton Chase immediately stands on top of Codair’s body. He celebrates as he conquered the former Hybrid Champion again as Hunt and Tyler look on at the carnage.]

Chris: HOLY FUCK! That was a match! We haven’t gotten something that epic in a while!

Ricky: Definitely match of the year qualifier on Adrenaline. Chaos ensued and the master of Chaos ended TJ Codair and picked up the win.

Chris: Yes, definitely a win he deserves for sure. Congratulations to Anton Chase, well done!



WINNER: ANTON CHASE

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MAIN EVENT
TROY STONE vs ROXXIE ROBERTS

The PWX Arena's Stage lights up in a turqoise color! Floresent white lights flash the stage like a disco ball.. and "My Songs Know What you Did In The Dark" by Fall Out Boy, hits the speakers
A Female chuckle is heard over the speakers as Roxxie appears from behind the stage. The back of her leather black jacket reads a thick glittered letter "R." She slapts her black leathered gloved fist in to her other palm before whipping her dark hair from her mocha skin coloured face and walks down the ramp with attitude. Army printed skinny jeans and army boots with belt clasps. She turns to grab the bottom rope.. and she turns back to face the crowd.. and pulls herself up to the ring with a one armed smooth stroke and flips over the top rope in an acrobatic style.

Announcer: "And welcoming to the ring.. she weighs in at 145lbs.. hailing from Oakley, California.... she is... ROOOXXXIIEEE ROOOBBEERRTTS!"

Chris: Here we go Ricky! This girl is gorgeous and she can flat out go in the ring. This is going to be a super huge main event!

Ricky: That’s right, we have a huge up and comer, and a former PWX World Champion squaring off against one another. And Roxxie is certainly gorgeous! I’d like to get me a piece of that.

Chris: You know if she heard you talking like that, she’d slap the shit out of you!

Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER! And I wouldn’t have to pay for it either!

"Shooting Star" hits the PA system and the crowd begins to boo. Soon, Troy Stone walks up to the ramp, sporting his black and silver "No One Will Have It Better Than Me" t-shirt as Troy's JOAT assistant Megan Pierce, and Troy's heavy Bruce Bowen later walk out alongside him. Troy starts talking trash to the camera and the crowd as he throws his arms up with a smirk on his face. Troy points to himself and mouths out "Who Has it Better Than Me" before beginning his walk down to the ring.

Ring Announce: From Orlando, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; Troy Stone!

Now throw your burdens out
And throw your heart to me
I don't know what'll come
We'll have to wait and see

Troy, Bruce and Megan walk down to the ramp as Troy walks with a cocky smirk on his face. Troy mouths off to the camera, talking himself up. He stops and at the crowd before walking to the steel steps. Megan and Bruce stay on the outside as Troy slowly walks up the steps. Troy enters the ring and circles the ring and ascends walks to the corner the top turnbuckle. He extends his arms and continues to point at himself.

Stone: IT'S SHOWTIIIIIME!

Like a shooting star
And you're falling from me
As you fade away
My heart skips a beat

Stone stands on the top turnbuckle as the boos rain in. Troy smirks before he jumps off the turnbuckles and takes off his shirt. Troy walks over to the corner and leans on the corner, getting ready for the match.

Chris: And here comes Troy Stone! He got a huge win over John Pariah at the pay-per-view Ricky.

Ricky: Any time you can beat John Pariah, you’ve done a good job Chris.

Chris: Troy is going to have his hands full this week with Roxxie Roberts.

Ricky: I don’t think so Chris, I think Troy is going to have an easy night at Adrenaline 77. He’s wrestling a girl! A girl Chris! A freaking girl!

Chris: She’d kick your ass, you bafoon.

The match kicks off with Stone and Roberts circling each other in the center of the ring. The two tie up, and Stone immediately goes into an arm wrench. Roberts struggles against it and rolls through on her head. Roberts hits Stone with a quick arm drag. Stone gets up and gets hit with another quick arm drag. Roberts clamps down on Stones’ arm. Stone swings his legs around and head scissors Roberts. Roberts rolls around and then posts up between Stone’s legs with a head stand. Roberts pops loose and slams her body down long wise on Stone. Stone hooks Roberts waist and bridges up, spinning around once, and then twice. Stone swings Roberts down with a back slide and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts kicks out.

Chris: These two are opening things up here. Stone has the arm wrench, but Roberts reverses.

Ricky: Oh, Roberts got loose, but Stone is on top of it Chris. Both of them seem to be trading holds and maneuvers.

Chris: Stone with a backslide! It could be!

Ricky: ONE! TWO! NOOO! Roxxie Roberts kicks out. She wasn’t going to be fooled by Stone!

Roberts gets up and ducks Stones clothesline. Roberts nails Stone with a back kick to the gut. Stone doubles over, holding his gut. Roberts jumps up and hits Stone with a quick DDT. Roberts pops back up and hits the ropes. Stone gets up, just in time to get caught with a head scissors by Roberts that sends Troy sliding out of the ring. Roberts gets up quickly, backs up halfway, and then charges, diving over the top with a corkscrew plancha. Both topple to the floor, and Roberts pops back up to the massive approval of the PWX crowd. She grabs Stone and rolls him back into the ring; then popping over the top rope with a slingshot legdrop on Stone. She goes for the cover from that position.

ONE!

TWO!

Stone kicks out!

Chris: Roberts found an opening! She’s taking advantage of it, and moving quickly against the much larger Stone.

Ricky: She’s got Stone outside with that head scissors!

Chris: SHE’S UP AND OVER! CORKSCREW PLANCHA!

Ricky: Stone kicked out! You can’t put him away that easily!

Roberts picks Stone up and whips him into the corner. She charges in to smash him with a big elbow, but Stone moves out of the way. Roberts hits the turnbuckle and stumbles back out of the corner. Stone hits the ropes and then nails Roberts with a sitout facebuster. Stone picks up Roberts and hits her with a body slam. Roberts gets up slowly and walks right into Stone. Stone scoops her up and hits her with a fisherman’s suplex. Troy rolls through, scooping Roberts back up and nails her with another fisherman’s suplex. Stone gets up and hovers back, waiting on Roberts to get up. When she does, Stone goes for the Could Nine Superkick. Roberts ducks it, picks Troy up and hits him with a brain buster.

Chris: Stone seems to be coming back.

Ricky: Not now he isn’t. Roberts ducked that and dropped him right on his head.

Chris: Roxxie Roberts is firmly in control.

Ricky: She laid Stone out!

Stone gets up slowly, stumbling backwards as he does. Roxxie shoves him backwards into the corner. Roxxie charges in, but catches Stone’s boot to the face. Stone turns and tries to climb up the top rope. Stone stands backwards on the top rope; and Roberts hits the ropes. Stone falls and crotches himself on the top rope, facing out towards the crowd. Roberts stepped behind him and scoops him off the top rope, hooking his arms as she does. Roberts takes a step back, and drives Stone down with a vertabreaker, hitting Intoxication. Roberts rolls over and pins Troy Stone.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alexis Lace: The winner of your match… ROOOXXIIEEE ROOOBBBEERRTTSS!



WINNER: ROXXIE ROBERTS

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[Roxxie Roberts stands up and cannot believe she just beat the former PWX Champion and knocked him completely out. Officials rush over towards Troy Stone and go collect him up. Roxie stands up and the referee immediately when suddenly…]

*STATIC*

“THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS PAID FOR….NOT BY CWO as they feared me…NOT BY JOHN OJEDA’S MARRY BAND OF RETARDS…because they fear me too but by….


[Immediately Darin Zion flashes up on the titantron with all his battle scars across his face, Zion immediately points towards his waist and the camera immediately focuses on the Hybrid Championship. He laughs and the crowd drowns him out in boos.]

Darin Zion: Yes, you’re Hybrid Champion. This message was paid by the Establishment. You know the stable that’s cashing all the roster’s checks and paying them, hiring all the staff, you know the guys who are lazy. Yeah…I know right…we’re so hypocritical. But enough about you fools bitching about me. Let’s sing one more around before I make this announcement, because you all love my theme song….

[The PA System queue’s Zion’s new theme song without lyrics.]

Darin Zion: “I am the champion, my friends,
And I'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
I am the champion.
I am the champion.
No time for losers
'Cause I am the champion of the Hybirds.”

Crowd: FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION!

[Roxxie’s face glows a bright red as Zion steals her moment. Zion laughs sadistically as he eyes down at Roxxie from his save haven behind the screen.]

Darin Zion: Roxxie, you should feel proud of yourself after this wonder showing. You killed Troy Stone, something we’d worked to do. I’d like to give you the taste of the good life. You know, sex, money, POWER. No, not like Noah Hanson would do, but like the Establishment would do. You totally deserve to see how the rich live and maybe, who knows, you and Joey could…see the light. We know you possess talent and I’d like to EXPLOIT your talents next week. You know talents that Prince and Codair and others claims to have. And since you did something that I did a few weeks ago to win this title; I figured, you know….

Chris: NO FUCKING WAY!

Ricky: YES! This’ll be better than the last Hybrid title match!

Darin Zion: Give you a Hybrid Championship shot since no one else stepped up to the bar and ended the poison. So congratulations Roxxie, I’m giving you a Hybrid Championship match. And you really don’t get a choice in the matter. You have to face me or you’re fired. I might not be able to make those decisions…but my boss can. And unlike you pathetic bastards in the audience…he agrees with me. Roxxie, I look forward to meeting you next week in this ring for MY HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP!

[Roxxie immediately smiles and points up towards the titantron motioning that she wants the Hybrid Championship a lot. She walks out of the ring and the crowd starts a “Roxie” chant. She motions towards the crowd and walks out as the EMT’s go towards Troy Stone.]

Chris: This looks terrible! She not only wrestled and won and got the Hybrid Championship match and was handpicked by Zion to face him, but he thinks next week will go his way.

Ricky: Sadly to say, he’s trying to end the competition quickly. He wants to show the roster that they can be bought with cheap wine, hookers, black jack, and PWX Hybrid Championship shots. If you’d have thrown that at any one else, they’d truly not appreciate it like Roxxie.

Chris: Right and I’m a flying monkey!

Ricky: Well, Red bull gives you wings!

Chris: Well no matter, we want to wish Troy Stone well, hopefully injury tests come back good.

Ricky: I hope he comes back so The Establishment can end him once and for all. HAIL HYDRA!

Chris: SHUT UP!

[Troy Stone gets wheeled out as the scene fades to black and the crowd stands in complete respect.]

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