Post by PWXonline on May 14, 2014 22:45:55 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 78: OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
UNITED CENTER
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
WEDNESDAY, MAY 14TH, 2014
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The scene opens up with Jessica Harmony, live VIA satellite. No music, no nothing, just her face and it is such a somber mood. Her head hung down low then her eyes looked at the camera.
"It is such a sad case. I have sat on the sidelines for far too long, watching the Hybrid division go downhill. With The Establishment and their hold on the company, it has stopped to make me think. Make me think about my life, my band, my career."
She took a sigh.
"It is with sadness that i announce retirement from PWX. My influence however has already been planted. With my departure comes another from the school of Harmony. Sterling will make his mark, and with that comes gold in his future. Now what gold? Who knows, but he will make his mark within PWX and he will make sure that The Establishment will fall. Will I return? Probably not, but I know that Sterling James will continue that Harmonious legacy that has been with this company for the last two years. This is not goodbye PWX. This is see you around."
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Your screen is pitch black.
Within moments, horizontal lines begin to filter through.
Splotches become visible, static cuts in and out...
And then?
An image appears--
--then, a video--
"We're starting over. We head back in.
Cuz there's a time & a place to die...but this ain't it."
At the video's closure, the following quote appears, in a brilliant hue of shimmering gold, sparkling as a voice rings out. A voice that some of those watching may recognize...
"If it's not real, you can't hold it in your hand, you can't feel it with your heart, and I won't believe it...
But if it's true? You can see it with your eyes, even in the dark... and that's where I want to be."
~ Hayley Williams
This fades out...and another message takes its place, this one in crimson red...
“If it looks good? You'll see it.
If it sounds good? You'll hear it.
If it's marketed right? You'll buy it.
"But...if it's real? You'll feel it.”
~ Kid Rock
As this message fades out, a familiar image appears --
And from this, a countdown clock emerges...ticking down from ten, as a buzz is heard emenating from The United Center in Chicago, Illinois. The fans anticipation slowly building...
10...
9...
8...
7...
...the fans begin to chant along with the countdown...
6...
5...
4...
...static slowly returns to the screen, as the final three numbers appear amidst the snow...
3...
"In your beauty, I know the how. Of timeless bliss, this moment of--"
2...
"If there's a future? We want it--"
...One.
"Do I have everybody's attention--"
#NOW
~ MJ
~ HW
~ CM
...As the word '#NOW' flashes across in brilliant lime green, static engulfs the screen....
Before one final message appears --
The camera opens upon the interior of The United Center, where the lights are semi-bright, casting their gaze upon the still image left on the tron. But one by one, the lights shut down, till everything is cloaked in darkness. And then... a familiar tune begins to play.
As 'Blessed Are The Dead' erupts from the speakers, the very same torchbearers from The Initiative descend down the ramp, as the crowd roars, anticipating the return of The Hell House. The druids line the ramp, holding the torches aloft. The sound of hooves upon the ramp reverberates, as four figures ride out on horses, walking slowly, standing upon the stage. They each wear hoods, and the leader holds a microphone to his lips...
"PWX faithful. We are NOT The Hell House..."
Disappointment audibly echoes throughout the arena. But then, the leader continues..
"No, we are not. We do not claim to be, for we are four individuals merely making their debut in this business. But this business is a business that shone as the beacon that led us through the darkest of our days. And we are here to repay that favor. No...we are not Ojeda, Prince, Blade or Codair. But we come to this company, so their legacy, so that the resistance THEY began to build...may live on. So it may persevere and lead this company through the darkest of its days. The Era of The Establishment, the TYRANNY, of a group gone mad with power. PWX...Dictatorships were meant to fall. Empires were meant to crumble. And as one door closes, as The House burns to the ground...we rise from the ashes. We RISE, so their spirit, their passion, their FIGHT... may continue. PWX... are you ready?"
The fans begin to regain their excitement...
"I SAID..... ARE....YOU...READY?!"
The fans build into a bit of a roar, nearly matching the energy from that night The House showed a glimmer of what could have been...
"...then. For the thousands in attendance. And the MILLIONS, watching around the world. Ladies and gentlemen... Let's get READY...to Rawk The Casbah. To Rage Against The Machine. To SHAKE the foundation, and to BUST DOWN THE DOORS...of The Establishment. PWX..."
He then pulls down the hood, revealing his face. The face of Axl VanHalen.
"...we ARE...The Crue World Order. And we approve this message."
He then glances directly into the camera, stood upon a crimson red horse, as he glares into the camera's lens.
"Brian. Darin?.....Be prepared. Your days? They're numbered. Don't Believe me?..."
He then gazes out into the audience....each and every last one of them raising their fists, in a scene reminiscent of a certain movement from not all that long ago...
".....Come and See. PWX..... #RISE!!....and DESTROY!!"
Axl then smiles, as the fans begin to take to this new force. Bearing the cross of The Hell House, lifting their fists, in unison with the crowd, displaying the passion of Pariah.
Axl then hands the mic to the figure beside him, sitting upon a black horse. The figure removes their hood, revealing a gal beneath the cloak... Axl's 'Queen', Tifa BonJovi.
"And if ya ain't down with that? The Crue's got three words for ya...STRYKE.THEM.DOWN!!"
The intro to 'Rise' by Escape The Paradigm blasts through the speakers, before shifting into Skillet's song of the same name.
"#RISE" flashes across the tron, as the crowd, who at first seemed disappointed...have already begun to stand firmly behind these four new figures.
Within moments, horizontal lines begin to filter through.
Splotches become visible, static cuts in and out...
And then?
An image appears--
--then, a video--
"We're starting over. We head back in.
Cuz there's a time & a place to die...but this ain't it."
At the video's closure, the following quote appears, in a brilliant hue of shimmering gold, sparkling as a voice rings out. A voice that some of those watching may recognize...
"If it's not real, you can't hold it in your hand, you can't feel it with your heart, and I won't believe it...
But if it's true? You can see it with your eyes, even in the dark... and that's where I want to be."
~ Hayley Williams
This fades out...and another message takes its place, this one in crimson red...
“If it looks good? You'll see it.
If it sounds good? You'll hear it.
If it's marketed right? You'll buy it.
"But...if it's real? You'll feel it.”
~ Kid Rock
As this message fades out, a familiar image appears --
And from this, a countdown clock emerges...ticking down from ten, as a buzz is heard emenating from The United Center in Chicago, Illinois. The fans anticipation slowly building...
10...
9...
8...
7...
...the fans begin to chant along with the countdown...
6...
5...
4...
...static slowly returns to the screen, as the final three numbers appear amidst the snow...
3...
"In your beauty, I know the how. Of timeless bliss, this moment of--"
2...
"If there's a future? We want it--"
...One.
"Do I have everybody's attention--"
#NOW
~ MJ
~ HW
~ CM
...As the word '#NOW' flashes across in brilliant lime green, static engulfs the screen....
Before one final message appears --
The camera opens upon the interior of The United Center, where the lights are semi-bright, casting their gaze upon the still image left on the tron. But one by one, the lights shut down, till everything is cloaked in darkness. And then... a familiar tune begins to play.
As 'Blessed Are The Dead' erupts from the speakers, the very same torchbearers from The Initiative descend down the ramp, as the crowd roars, anticipating the return of The Hell House. The druids line the ramp, holding the torches aloft. The sound of hooves upon the ramp reverberates, as four figures ride out on horses, walking slowly, standing upon the stage. They each wear hoods, and the leader holds a microphone to his lips...
"PWX faithful. We are NOT The Hell House..."
Disappointment audibly echoes throughout the arena. But then, the leader continues..
"No, we are not. We do not claim to be, for we are four individuals merely making their debut in this business. But this business is a business that shone as the beacon that led us through the darkest of our days. And we are here to repay that favor. No...we are not Ojeda, Prince, Blade or Codair. But we come to this company, so their legacy, so that the resistance THEY began to build...may live on. So it may persevere and lead this company through the darkest of its days. The Era of The Establishment, the TYRANNY, of a group gone mad with power. PWX...Dictatorships were meant to fall. Empires were meant to crumble. And as one door closes, as The House burns to the ground...we rise from the ashes. We RISE, so their spirit, their passion, their FIGHT... may continue. PWX... are you ready?"
The fans begin to regain their excitement...
"I SAID..... ARE....YOU...READY?!"
The fans build into a bit of a roar, nearly matching the energy from that night The House showed a glimmer of what could have been...
"...then. For the thousands in attendance. And the MILLIONS, watching around the world. Ladies and gentlemen... Let's get READY...to Rawk The Casbah. To Rage Against The Machine. To SHAKE the foundation, and to BUST DOWN THE DOORS...of The Establishment. PWX..."
He then pulls down the hood, revealing his face. The face of Axl VanHalen.
"...we ARE...The Crue World Order. And we approve this message."
He then glances directly into the camera, stood upon a crimson red horse, as he glares into the camera's lens.
"Brian. Darin?.....Be prepared. Your days? They're numbered. Don't Believe me?..."
He then gazes out into the audience....each and every last one of them raising their fists, in a scene reminiscent of a certain movement from not all that long ago...
".....Come and See. PWX..... #RISE!!....and DESTROY!!"
Axl then smiles, as the fans begin to take to this new force. Bearing the cross of The Hell House, lifting their fists, in unison with the crowd, displaying the passion of Pariah.
Axl then hands the mic to the figure beside him, sitting upon a black horse. The figure removes their hood, revealing a gal beneath the cloak... Axl's 'Queen', Tifa BonJovi.
"And if ya ain't down with that? The Crue's got three words for ya...STRYKE.THEM.DOWN!!"
The intro to 'Rise' by Escape The Paradigm blasts through the speakers, before shifting into Skillet's song of the same name.
"#RISE" flashes across the tron, as the crowd, who at first seemed disappointed...have already begun to stand firmly behind these four new figures.
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WELCOME TO PWX TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JT MIDAS vs ANDRE MOSELY vs JEBEDIAH GENERICA
Both JT and Jebidiah stand in the center of the ring. Each of them with their eyes locked on one another. Jebediah rushes in on JT attacking him with a flurry of leg kicks sending JT backing up into the ropes. Unable to react to his much faster opponent JT ducks his head under the ropes leaving his upper body hanging out. He extends both hands to the air as the referee backs Jebidah up to the center of the ring. Allowing JT to regain his composure and renter the ring. He hops up and down in place a few times to get the blood flowing back in his legs before the two approach each other in the center of the ring again. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie up pushing back and forth a bit before JT overpowers his opponent sending him crashing backward onto the mat. There is a slight pop from the crowd as JT extends his hands high above his head laughing at this fallen opponent.
Chris: JT easily overpowered his opponent there.
Ricky: He’s not getting much a response from the crowd. Looks like his time off made the crowd almost forget about him.
With a quick kipup Jebidiah is back to his feet. He quickly rushes to JT and the two begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring. With a slick move Jebidiah ends up behind JT. His arms wrapped around his waist. He lifts JT up and spins 180 degrees before dropping him face first onto the mat. JTs hands instantly fly up to his nose making sure it’s not broken.
Ricky: Well, there was a nice show of strength there from Jebidiah.
Chris: I wasn’t expecting that. Poor JT is worried if his perfect face is messed up or not.
With his opponent on the ground Jebidiah quickly dove at JTs leg and wrapped in with a heel hook. Knowing this is one of his partner’s finishers JT quickly reacts and drives his heel into the top of Jebdiahs head. He then ripped his leg out of the grip of Jebidah and quickly rolled to his feet. He slowly walks towards Jebidah who also starts to return to vertical base. Roberts grabs him into a collar and elbow tie up before wrenching his arm around his back. Jebidiah fights back to free himself and manages to twist his body back around but only to be met with a strong kick to the gut. Jebidiah doubles over in pain as he clutches his midsection while JT takes the opportunity to execute a floating DDT. Driving his opponent head first into the mat. Jebidiahs legs twitch a bit as the top of his skull meets the mat.
Ricky: Beautiful DDT there from JT. It looks like he is gaining some momentum here.
JT laughs at his fallen opponent once more before kicking him over onto his back. Turning his back to his opponent he leaps into the air doing a reverse summersault. His chest landing across the midsection of his downed opponent. JT immediately leaped to his feet extending both his arms out to the side. Celebrating over his downed opponent.
WINNER: JT MIDAS
JT MIDAS vs ANDRE MOSELY vs JEBEDIAH GENERICA
Both JT and Jebidiah stand in the center of the ring. Each of them with their eyes locked on one another. Jebediah rushes in on JT attacking him with a flurry of leg kicks sending JT backing up into the ropes. Unable to react to his much faster opponent JT ducks his head under the ropes leaving his upper body hanging out. He extends both hands to the air as the referee backs Jebidah up to the center of the ring. Allowing JT to regain his composure and renter the ring. He hops up and down in place a few times to get the blood flowing back in his legs before the two approach each other in the center of the ring again. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie up pushing back and forth a bit before JT overpowers his opponent sending him crashing backward onto the mat. There is a slight pop from the crowd as JT extends his hands high above his head laughing at this fallen opponent.
Chris: JT easily overpowered his opponent there.
Ricky: He’s not getting much a response from the crowd. Looks like his time off made the crowd almost forget about him.
With a quick kipup Jebidiah is back to his feet. He quickly rushes to JT and the two begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring. With a slick move Jebidiah ends up behind JT. His arms wrapped around his waist. He lifts JT up and spins 180 degrees before dropping him face first onto the mat. JTs hands instantly fly up to his nose making sure it’s not broken.
Ricky: Well, there was a nice show of strength there from Jebidiah.
Chris: I wasn’t expecting that. Poor JT is worried if his perfect face is messed up or not.
With his opponent on the ground Jebidiah quickly dove at JTs leg and wrapped in with a heel hook. Knowing this is one of his partner’s finishers JT quickly reacts and drives his heel into the top of Jebdiahs head. He then ripped his leg out of the grip of Jebidah and quickly rolled to his feet. He slowly walks towards Jebidah who also starts to return to vertical base. Roberts grabs him into a collar and elbow tie up before wrenching his arm around his back. Jebidiah fights back to free himself and manages to twist his body back around but only to be met with a strong kick to the gut. Jebidiah doubles over in pain as he clutches his midsection while JT takes the opportunity to execute a floating DDT. Driving his opponent head first into the mat. Jebidiahs legs twitch a bit as the top of his skull meets the mat.
Ricky: Beautiful DDT there from JT. It looks like he is gaining some momentum here.
JT laughs at his fallen opponent once more before kicking him over onto his back. Turning his back to his opponent he leaps into the air doing a reverse summersault. His chest landing across the midsection of his downed opponent. JT immediately leaped to his feet extending both his arms out to the side. Celebrating over his downed opponent.
WINNER: JT MIDAS
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[The camera cuts to a backstage hallway, a stretch that is surprisingly deserted considering the usual chaos that comes with putting a show on. It could be remote, well away from the heart of the arena… although the more likely reason for the surprising seclusion?]
Dominic Townsend: --and STAY begone, you mongrels!
[The Steampunk Prince, dressed as flashily and immaculately ornately as always, shakes his cane-bearing fist over his head in a manner that could be considered vaguely threatening at the retreating backs of the production assistants that don't get paid enough to deal with this particular brand of nonsense. Satisfied, Dominic straightens his cravat before dramatically clearing his throat and turning his attention to the camera with a beaming smile.]
Dominic Townsend: Tonight, ladies and gentlemen… ah yes, tonight you all get to bear witness to something awe-inspiring and amazing, so amazing that you will be hardly able to believe your eyes. The feats of athleticism, of strength and courage that you lucky souls will get to behold will make you happier than a moogle in a room full of Kupo nuts! Yes, moogles with their fluffy little poms and their adorable little noses and the way they kupo and kupopo and kupopopipo yes yes yes yes yes-- but I MUST keep on topic! Yes, yes I must!
[An emphatic nod is given, the motion almost enough to dislodge the gear-bedecked top hat that is perched precariously atop his head. Reaching up to keep it from falling off, the Steampunk Prince continues on.]
Dominic Townsend: Anyway, mortals and immortals and children of the stars and parents of the universe-- and Doctors, we can't forget those! All of you get to be here, right here, the night that the most beautiful and sensual and badass woman to ever grace the ring makes her return to reign with an iron fist over the poor, poor souls sentenced to get in the ring with her--
Siobhan Townsend: That's quite enough, Dominic.
[Striding into view in comparatively simple attire, the Requiem's voice is a quiet and surprisingly gentle thing despite its near-monotone. For his part, Dominic looks downright crestfallen at the interruption.]
Dominic Townsend: Awww… but I was just getting warmed up!
[And cue the full-blown pout. It's enough to earn a sigh from his wife, the blond shaking her head before she reaches up to somewhat awkwardly rest her hand upon his shoulder.]
Siobhan Townsend: I… appreciate the sentiment, but I need to focus on warming up.
[Dominic nods, his composure brightening right back up at that expression of gratitude.]
Dominic Townsend: Right, right. TO ADVENTURE!
[Thrusting his cane skyward as if it were some kind of sword, the Steampunk Prince all but charges out of the shot. Siobhan regards his parting frame with a quirked brow before she shakes her head, muttering something in Norwegian to herself that one can infer as positive thanks to the faint smile toying at her lips as she follows him down the hall.]
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[The now familiar laughter is heard and we see the masked man sitting on the top turnbuckle. Harley is sitting below him as The Leader taps on the mic to see if it works.]
Leader: Wow that lasted long i mean i thought the Horsemen were meant to bring in the Apocalypse but kinda went out like a whimper but no matter see we still have one mess to deal with and that is the Establishment, see the ones that made this mess in the first place. See they think the fans are just mind numb, like lemmings or maybe like sheep being led to slaughter. I really think Zion doesn't give the general wrestling fan enough credit and obviously Hollywood gives you even less credit then he does.
[the fans chant ZION SUCKS over and over.]
Leader: Well aren't you all just clever little monkeys able to jump through hoops on order. See Zion and Hollywood they count you to do that. They want you to hate them because you'll make signs, you'll still buy the merchandise and you'll still eat the food they sell but here is where you as fans need to make a stand, you need to turn your backs on them the way they have turned their backs on you. It was because of their actions that lead to Ojeda and his clowns to do what they did.
[the chants grow louder]
leader: You want to keep doing that i have grown a tad deaf in one ear...but back to my thoughts...you want to strike Hollywood and Zion hard don't give your money to them. Turn your backs on them the best way you can...on their balance sheet....
[the leader opens up his jacket and pulls out a card.]
Leader: We are agents of chaos....and you have my card....
[the leader outs the card on the mat...a jokers card and then exits the ring as the laughter blares...]
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HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP
DARIN ZION(c) vs ROXXIE ROBERTS
Ricky: I have been waiting to see this match for a week now Chris.
Chris: And everybody knows why…
Ricky: The talent that will be displayed in the ring, Zion losing his Hybrid Championship… and a shot at the World Title.
Chris: Fat chance Ricky.
[The Outroduction hits from Thousand Foot Krutch and a matrix like background shows on the screen. The crowd goes nuts as a countdown to five hits. The crowd starts to count backwards from 5.]
5...
4...
3....
2....
1...
"The End Is Where We Begin."
[Explosions around the screen happen and blue and silver lights start to hit around the arena as "Human" by Manafest starts at the chorus line. The crowd erupts and Darin Zion immediately rush out from behind the curtain with the PWX Hybrid Championship across his midsection. He immediately throws both his hands out with the love symbol and starts slapping hands with the crowd.]
"Cause I wear my heart on my sleeve
If you cut me I’ll bleed
I know I cannot erase
Every mistake that I’ve made
I never said I was an angel, no
I never said I wouldn’t break down
But life keeps on moving
By now you should know
I’m only human!!!!"
[Darin immediately stops at the entrance ramp, jumps down and kneels before giving the sign of the cross. He immediately leaps up to more pyro and he starts running into the ring. He rushes over to the ring ropes and climbs the second rope and extends his hands out, jumps on the ring ropes and sticks his tongue out. He smiles as he awaits for his opponent, and hands the Hybrid Title to the referee.]
Chris: He definitely looks like a confident champion tonight Ricky.
Ricky: Yeah until Roxxie gives him a wedgie with hit little boy panties… then he will be running home to mommy for some more tighty whiteys.
Chris: What is wrong with you?
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 slaps her black leathered gloved fist in to her other palm before whipping her dark hair from her mocha skin colored face and walks down the ramp with attitude, he aunt Kaelyn Divera strolling beside her with military boots, green army pants, a white tank top and black motorcycle jacket.
Chris: Uh oh… sisters of the travelling enigma is coming.
Roxxie grabs either side of her jacket smiling sporting 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. Kaelyn steps up to the side of the ring in the corner where Roxxie stands.
Alexis: "And welcoming to the ring... she weighs in at 145lbs... hailing from Oakley, California.... she is... ROXXXXXIEEE ROOOOBBBEERRRTTTSSSSS!"
Ricky: Well hello gorgeous!
Roxxie and Zion eye each other up in the ring, Zion confident and collective and Roxxie with a cocky smile. The referee comes up to the middle and gestures both to come close, as they do… the referee takes both of their wrists and starts listing off the rules of the match… either one of them uncaring, staring down in each other’s eyes as they shake hands… Roxxie is quick to make the first move and side sweep Zion, who falls to the matt… Roxxie hooks his arm in hers and throws him backwards throwing herself on top of him straddling him she pulls her first back. Zion winks flirtatiously at her… and her face beats red with anger and lays a fist in to him… but he dodges last second.
Chris: Oh look at this Zio grabs Roxxie under the arms and flips her over him on to her back.
Ricky: My beautiful flower is thrashing in pain.
With a smile on his face, he gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes for momentum, spins in the air and lands on Roxxie with an eblow to the gut… Roxxie rolls to the side as Zion gets back to his knee’s… Roxxie’s holding her stomach… grimacing slightly in pain… Zion hooks her by the arm and pulls her to her feet and reverses to the ropes…
Chris: He’s going in for a Springboard Drop Kick here… Roxxie will be done for.
Ricky: She moved out of the way Chirs… and OWWWEEE Zion caught his dingle berries in a trap.
Zion’s legs entangled in the ropes, he looks winded as Roxxie grabs Zion by the hair, althought not much and pulls him from the ropes. She bounces off the second rope, spins in the air and lands a leg drop across his neck… causing Zion to lose his breath. Roxxie rolls her shoulders back, clearly pissed. She walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs the top rope as Zion tries to get to his feet… Roxxie jumps off the ropes and catches Zion in a Swanton Bomb… then rolling him up for a proud finish…
Ricky: Please be the new Hybrid Champion… I believe in you!
1..
2..
Chris: And Zion kicks out.
Ricky: DAMNIT!
As Zion kicks out, he catches Roxxie by the hair and pulls her over him… pulling her arm back in a sleeper hold… Kaelyn looks furious out of the ring, walking up and down the edge watching them… yelling profanities at Zion and encouraging Roxxie to get up… Roxxie gasps a bit, struggling under his grasp but Zion pulls harder.
Kaelyn: GET UP YOU BITCH… YOU CAN DO THIS!!!
Roxxie pulls forward a bit and lunges her back in to Zion, he falters a bit but holds steady to his grip. Roxxie licks her lips, closes her eyes and calms herself… maneuvering her feet, she pulls herself around in Zion’s hard grip… and she pulls out of it by rolling in to a CRACK…
Ricky: What was that?
Chris: I think she hurt herself Ricky.
Roxxie grimaces, biting her lip and chanting curses as she grips her left shoulder in pain. Zion’s clear face of confidence as he gestures his waist…
Darin: I AM THE CHAMPION…!
He sings out to Roxxie as she punches the matt with her right fist… she rolls herself to the ropes and pulls herself to a stand… shaking her left arm, she winces in pain but comes eye to eye with her opponent.. Determination striking her… but before she could muster up enough Zion tackles her at the ropes and catches her in a reverse hurricanrana and sends her crashing. Kaelyn leans down on the ropes and yells out to Roxxie who groggily pulls herself to a stand… Zion now on top turnbuckle.. Kaelyn charges him to pull leg out but he jumps before she could reach… he jumps off preparing his elbow for a hard blow… Roxxie rolls over to her back, looks up in astonishment, pushes back on her neck… and throws her body up… hooking her legs around Zion’s neck…
Chris: WHOAH… What kind of move was that Ricky.
Ricky: A move of champions Chris…
Chris: Roxxie throws Zion to the side like trash…
She gets to her feet hastily and grabs Zion by the arm, putting It through the bottom rope… she lifts up her leg and gestures the crowd as they boo her… she leg drops Zion’s left arm.
Ricky: Tit for tat.
Chris: Now they are both wrestling with injuries.
Zion rolls over to his side, gripping his arm… Roxxie walks to him grabs him by the top of his head and begins to punch him repeatedly in the face. Zion takes most of the blows, he tightens his body and lifts his leg… kicking Roxxie in the back she plummets face first to the ropes… Zion flies through underneath and elbows her in the back her head bounces off the ropes and she get flung backwards and thrown to the matt on her back. Zion approaches her, looking down at a dazed Roxxie. He reaches down and grips Roxxie by the back of the neck pulls back his hand for the EPIC SLAP...
Ricky: How could you do that to her beautiful face?
Chris: How could you bitch slap a woman like that…?
Zion walks over to the turnbuckle eying up Kaelyn who is ushering Roxxie to snap out of it… they trade some nasty looks before he climbs up the ropes to the top turnbuckle… signaling to the crowd as they give him a mixed reaction. Roxxie rolls over to her stomach, as Zion hesitates on the top rope, singing.
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 uproar in a mixed reaction, mostly boo’s as he climbs to the top turnbuckle... slapping his hands together he pats his knee and smiles sadistically before jumping off..
Chris: Here it comes ladies and gentlemen… the ultimate demise of Roxxie Roberts.
Ricky: I can’t watch…
Zion lays down THE RAPTURE LEG DROP, to the back of Roxxie’s head… she bounces off the floor slightly… groaning from pain.
Chris: Is that Joey Harris?
Ricky: Well I’ll be damned.
Joey Harris, EWF World Heavyweight Title in hand comes racing out to the ring, full of vengeance and anger, face a deep shade of red as he runs to the ring, rearing back his beloved championship belt as if ready to kill Darin Zion. Darin lifts his arms to Joey and gestures for him to come closer… but Kaelyn intersects by swinging through the middle rope and drop kicks Joey hard to the floor beside the ring. He legs go of the belt for a moment and shoots a surprised warning glance to Kaelyn.
Chris: Zion rolls over the limp body of Roxxie Roberts and lays a boot on her mid section.
Ricky: She looks so lifeless in the ring.
Chris: This is it folks… he defends again…
Ricky: WAIT…
As Zion boots rests loosely on her midsection… Roxxie opens her eyes, ands screams out a growl at Zion who is then startled backwards. Roxxie lifts her legs and spins on the floor hitting Zion down, he falls back in to the ropes, and as he comes back up Roxxie smacks him in the face with a round house kick.
Chris: How could she move after that?
Kaelyn and Joey are arguing outside of the ring… Joey goes in to grab Kaelyn, still angered by the interruption as his eyes are diverted to the ring… and see’s Roxxie punch Zion in to the turnbuckle…. She body checks him in to the corner… pulls him out to the middle of the ropes and shoves him back in to the ropes… he bounces off with enough force that Roxxie grabs his arm… hooks her arm under his leg as he falls in to her back… she lifts him slightly, enough power from the bounce on the ropes and spins… throwing Zion down on his dead… with Intoxication!
Chris: WOW… THAT WAS SOME KIND OF INTOXICATION FINISHER!
Ricky: That’s my girl.
A smile spreads across Joey’s face as he watches Roxxie pull Zion’s leg up to his chest..
1…
2…
3…
The bell sounds and Roxxie drops Zion’s leg.
Alexis: YOUR WINNER… AND NEW PWX HYBRID CHAMPION……. ROXXXXXIIIEEEEE ROBBBEERRTTTTSS!
Roxxie rises from her spot on the matt and jumps up with her arms in the air, like a little girl.
Chris: Wow… she must be happy right now.
Roxxie spins around to see Joey Harris, by her surprise at ring side… and winks at him as the referee comes in with the Hybrid Championship and hands it to her… raising her hand in the air as she hoists up her new championship.
Ricky: I knew she could do it… Zion needed to be put in his place again…
Chris: That is the third Establishment member she has put in their place Ricky… I think the Establishment finally came face to face with their kryptonite… she’s been making more of an impact then they have been in quite some time.
Ricky: And this puts her even higher on the power totem pole… a champion.
Chris: And a shot at the World Heavy Weight Title… she moves on to the next round now.
Roxxie lowers her belt and steals the microphone from Alexis Lace, the ring announcer.
Roxxie: Take this as a lesson learned… to Darin Zion… The Establishment… and the rest of Pro Wrestling X! You wanted heart and soul added to your Hybrid Division… well you just got it… let the flames engulf this ring and bring turmoil to all who oppose me. Watch me tear down your roster like I ‘Maimed” the most ‘powerful’ stable in PWX. Watch as Joey Harris and I cast aside those who oppose us… and get in our way, while we make our way to the World Heavy Weight Championship… because we just are… Naturally selected to reign supreme.
Roxxie tosses the microphone back to Alexis Lace and runs, sliding out of the ring and in to the arms of Joey Harris. Roxxie tosses her title over Kaelyn who catches it and gestures it to the crowd once again for dramatic effect. Joey holds Roxxie in his arms, hoisted up from the ground, he leans in slowly and Roxxie plants her lips against his.
WINNER: ROXXIE ROBERTS
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The hallways is dark, a match being struck.
"Fire. The one thing that has kept me calm in my life. The other thing? Gold."
The match gets blown out, another one taking its place. A golden glow hits the wall. The young man smirks.
"It has taken me quite some time to get myself ready for this night but alas it has come. The time for every rebel to stand and be counted has come and I was chosen to represent you all. The Dark Rebel has come to PWX and the world title tournament is all on my mind right now."
The second match goes out, the third one lit. This time though, it lights a lamp.
"My name is Sterling James. I will win this battle royal, moving one step closer to the dream all of you have. You all are wanting a world champion that is worth having. You want one that will not run when things get hot or tough. You want one that will not bend or break, like the great PWX World champions before. That is me. Sterling James will have his name etched as the new PWX world champion."
The light gets blown out, laughter heard in the background.
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["Hail to the King" immediately reprises over the PA System as Darin Zion, Brian Hollywood, Elijah Black, and Daniel Everett make their way down to the ring. We open up in the ring covered with a red floor and a couple of attorney's sitting at the table. Zion proudly strides up into the ring as the crowd erupts with a chorus of boos. The Establishment walks into the ring with the new PWX Championship glowing by the ringside. Brian Hollywood smiles as he points to it and the crowd continues to pour on them. Zion immediately sits at the chair and Brian Hollywood immediately grabs a microphone and smirks as the Chicago gets nuts.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD!
Brian Hollywood: Shut up you fucking peons. I told you last week this was happening according to plan. I obtained the documents last week that say due grounds of extortion, torturing, and attempted first degree murder...John Ojeda would face a few lawsuits. And when I said a few lawsuits, I had police officers grab him, arrest him, and force him to sign his for his release. He had to give up his half of the company for me NOT to press the charges against Ojeda to send him up the river to butt fuck land last week, but he did it and apparently moves to Boston....
[Zion immediately rips the microphone from Brian Hollywood's hands. Hollywood kind of looks on at Zion's gall, but ignores it because he's read twitter this week.]
Darin Zion: Yeah, Ojeda abandoned every one of you and the hope you fucking bastards had of ever controlling this company again. And I don't plan on wasting my fucking breath with him this week. He's mad because when he signed the documents, he also signed the papers to suspend him indefinitely too. We won, he lost. So now, we're moving on. Yes, I blew up on Twitter some, and yes, I'm very heated. You would be too if you got crucified to this fucking ring. But I proved to each and everyone in this damn audience you're all a bunch of fucking puppets. I control the strings. I move your emotions. I fucking own you.
[Brian Hollywood grabs the microphone and smirks for a moment.]
Brian Hollywood: We own you...remember, I got you your ownership back. Let's not fight here Zion. You do owe me that credit.
Darin Zion: Right, you did these idiots in Chicago a favor. Why the fuck did I ever thing to return to Chicago, this place is outright fucking miserable. All you fuck heads think your teams will win, but all the fucking do is fall on their asses. Look at me, I'm a four time Hybrid Champion. I'm a PWX World Champion twice. And what's funny...I'm...we're the only successful things out of fucking Chicago, Hollywood and I. You all lost CM Punk...you all lost the Chicago Bulls...
Brian Hollywood: Hey now...
Darin Zion: Shut up, I've got to make these people hate me. Let the #WorldsBiggestDouchebag do his job here. You all lost the Chicago Cubs, Bears, and Obama. Come on you fucking dipshits. How can you not look at Hollywood and I and start cheering. We've both won a lot of titles combine. Sure we've helped each other along the way and interfered, but we're doing what's best for business.
Brian Hollywood: Exactly! So ashes to ashes, dust to dust....
[Hollywood immediately pulls a picture of John Ojeda out of his back pocket. He picks up a lighter and immediately lights it on fire.]
Hollywood: That's the last mention of the Hell Riders, the Dark Riders...whoever the fuck they are...they're now the Voldermorts...the He Who Shall Not Be Named...we leave them alone, they leave us alone.
[Darin Zion looks around the crowd as the crowd's ready to riot. He smirks as he walks towards the table with a pen in his hand. The lawyers hand Zion his contract back, he starts in with a tie raid..]
Darin Zion: Have we offended you enough this week, Chicago? Who do you fucking have to offer that could liberate you? Name me one fucking person. No one here is ever going to live up to the same talent as us. Your only hope died last week with the simple strike of a lawsuit. That's how powerful we are PWX. We're more powerful than Chicago, we're more powerful than JPO, and hell, we're more powerful than the rest of the world. We're invincible. So go ahead....stop us....start crying out to the dead because they won't come and save you...PUPPETS!
[As Darin Zion is snickering at his comments, the lights in the arena go out.]
Ricky Cravate: This happens WAY too often here…
THWIP!
[The sound of an object flying past the camera is heard-as a small burst of explosion comes from the turnbuckle. The lights come back on-and John Pariah is standing in the ring. Hollywood goes on the attack-but Pariah drops him with Mirakuru. Black and Everett go after him-but he fights back, dropping Everett with a spear, and catching Black with Mirakuru. He stands up and faces Zion, face to face-before yelling to the crowd and grabbing his 2CW Championship belt.]
Crowd: TWO CEE DUB! TWO CEE DUB!
[Zion goes after Pariah who ducks and drops him onto his knee with an STO. He flips his hair up as the crowd roars.]
Pariah: Darin Zion……….
[He pauses, still holding Zion over his knee-as the crowd erupts with him]
Pariah: YOU HAVE FAILED THIS COMPANY! YOU HAVE FAILED CHICAGO!
[He swings him back and drops him with Lights Out as the crowd erupts again. He grabs his belt and slings it over his shoulder-standing tall over Darin Zion. He picks up Zions mic, and smirks-as the crowd roars loudly.]
Pariah: I just want to say this. Fuck Darin Zion. Fuck John Ojeda. Fuck The Establishment!
[The crowd roars.]
Pariah: This right here…I know right? This is the only Championship this city respects anymore. This is title is what Chicago stands behind, this title is what I stand behind, and this title is what I stand for! I defend it every where for you fans-because I respect you. This drug? Dregs like Brian Hollywood, dregs like Elijah Black, Daniel Everett, Troy Stone, John Ojeda…they don’t give a single fuck about you. They take their ball and run home. Me? I fight back. You want a war Darin…you have a fucking war! Welcome to Chicago…motherfucker! Because tonight...
[He throws the mic down as the crowd roars. He grabs the contract and scribbles on it-before setting it down on the mat. He grabs Darin by the legs and locks him in a sharpshooter-before grabbing his arms and pulling back into a Scorpion Crosslock. The crowd roars as Zion yells in pain. Pariah releases the lock and eyes the contract that Zion's desperately waited for to come back in his grasps. Pariahs eyes immediately glow up.]
Ricky: Do NOT DO IT! DON'T DO IT PARIAH! YOU'VE ALREADY GOT ONE!
Chris: YES! YES! YES! THE MOMENT OF TRUTH FINALLY COMING!
[John Pariah immediately grabs the pen and paper and immediately signs the document laying down at Zion's feet. Pariah smirks and grabs the contract off it and takes it with him. He picks up a microphone and kneels at the side of Darin Zion and smiles rather sadistically.]
John Pariah: Tonight, I've come back for what's rightfully my family's. FUCK YOU ZION!
CROWD: THANK YOU PARIAH! THANK YOU PARIAH! THANK YOU PARIAH! THANK YOU PARIAH! THANK YOU PARIAH!
[“Southtown” by The Ghost Inside hits the PA system as we fade to black with Pariah walking off and everyone around the arena completely stunned at what just transpired.]
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SINGLES MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs BROCK WHITWORTH
[Brock and Chase immediately go for the handshake and Chase immediately sends Brock into the ropes. Brock immediately rolls under Chase's clothesline attempt, but tries to jump off the ropes, but immediately gets met with a jumping backstabber from Chase. Chase immediately rushes towards Brock and tries to dive, but immediately Brock sticks his knees up and cracks Chase's back. Chase starts to favor the back as Brock picks Chase up. Brock immediately picks Chase up for a suplex, but Brock immediately gets cradled by Chase.]
ONE!
TWO!
[Brock immediately rolls Chase up with a cradle himself.]
ONE!
TWO!
[Chase kicks Brock out of the cradle and immediately Brock charges towards Chase and both men hit a running body splash into each other. Chase and Brock immediately reel for a moment before Chase immediately recaptures the tide and immediately locks Brock into a headlock. The crowd claps as Chase starts to drive in that headlock really snug and tight on Brock. Brock immediately tries to struggle towards the ropes but Anton Chase immediately pulls Brock towards the middle of the ring and the crowd immediately cheers more for Brock.]
Ricky: Everyone's giving Chase no credit for defeating TJ Codair last week. Chase immediately got one of the biggest victories in his career since Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood took over PWX. I must admit, I'm starting to like Chase. He has a lot of guts to continue to take a beating and want more. He's definitely someone who could be the face of the Hybrid Division for years to come.
Chris: Yeah, Chase definitely has that headlock in tight. He's trying to turn Brock Whitworth into a giant blueberry. Brock's now pushing up....up....OH MY DELIEVERENCE!
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
[Brock immediately picked up Chase and slammed him down on the mat as hard as he could. Brock makes a cover, but Chase immediately kicks out without a second thought. Brock then charges towards Chase and immediately hits him stiffly with a gun packet kick towards the face. Brock sets up Chase for the face breaker DDT, but Chase immediately hits an atomic drop on Brock. Chase then grabs Brock and immediately nails a stiff back suplex. Chase immediately locks in the headlock and the crowd starts to clap more for Brock. Brock starts to weaken and weaken more, but Brock immediately crawls back to his legs. Chase gets the upper hand against and nails him with a cheap knee to the stomach. Chase then tries to German Suplex Whitworth, but Whitworth immediately reverses and connects with a sick Shining Wizard straight to the face.]
Crowd: That was awesome! That was awesome!
Chris: The kick heard round the world....Brock's trying to make the cover...
ONE....
TWO...
Ricky: And yet another two count by a man who challenged Darin Zion last week for his Hybrid Championship. This man inspired Darin Zion to sing his crazy songs, but I will admit, it's just insane how things are going. Chase is staying down and Brock's going....
*SPLAT!*
Chris: So much for your air born analogy. Anton Chase is scrapping Brock Whitworth off that mat. The question is: what move will he go for next?
[Chase immediately locks in a Tazzmission on Brock and legitimately starts to choke him out. The referee goes completely nuts and Chase immediately starts to get in and picks Brock up. Chase immediately hits a Belly to Belly suplex and immediately tosses Brock stiffly towards the outside. He grabs his head and immediately nurses the neck more after Chase worked on it. Chase immediately charges towards the ropes and immediately dives out with no second thoughts and both men collide with the barricade.]
Ricky: PWX's World Championship means the world to both of our Hybrid competitors here. Both would literally die for the championship. And I hate to say it, but it means that we're about to go into Hybrid territory.
Chris: Yes, Chase knows what it's like to take things to the max. This is Whitworth's first step into the Hybrid Division. This won't get pretty for him.
[Chase immediately tosses Brock into the corner of the barricade. Chase immediately rushes over and tries to hit a diving shoulder tackle, but Brock sends Chase flying straight into the barricade and it falls over. Brock immediately grabs a chair and immediately lifts it up and does a somersault straight onto the back of Anton Chase. Chase immediately reels in pain along with Brock. Both men slowly start to recover on the outside. Whitworth immediately gets up first followed by Chase. They exchange a few blows for a moment before Anton Chase leaps out of nowhere and hits a hurricanarana on Whitworth. Whitworth falls in front of a set of steel steps. Chase immediately charges towards the announcer's table and immediately leaps and soars and connects with Brock's jaw with a soaring drop kick. Brock immediately holds his jaw while Anton Chase lays Brock on the table.]
Chris: Holy hell! These men literally want to take it to the limit. Anton Chase who was crucified by this crowd earlier now commands their attention. I think this will end quite sick for Whitworth. Chase immediately climbs to the top of the Apron and OH SHIT! A PAY PER VIEW QUAILITY MOVE! REALLY?!
Ricky: No, shit! These people paid to see a champion who's going to fight to the death for the PWX Championship. They don't want to see the same song and dance shit like some of our former World Champions. They want someone new...someone exciting, like my boy Chase. I tell you I met up with him this past week, great kid, he's got a passion for wrestling...
Chris: Shut up and call the action and....WHOA! WHAT THE HELL?! He's hitting a Shooting Star Press towards the outside into the table and...
*CRAAAASH!!!!*
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Ricky: Whitworth rolled off the table and Chase went splat into the table and the concrete. That's talent. No seriously! That's talent to watch Chase literally take a fall like that and not die. He's going to be reeling from the pain from that in the morning. But let's see....WHOA! MORE PAIN!!!
[Immediately Chase gets scooped up and slammed stiffly into the barricade with a suplex from Brock Whitworth. Whitworth then grabs Chase and brings him back into the ring. Brock immediately rushes towards the ropes and motions for an elbow drop. Brock immediately connects to the chest of Anton Chase and the crowd counts loudly.]
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.....NOOOOO!
[Chase pulls some of his adrenaline and kicks out and keeps going. Brock's shaking his head in disbelief. He sets up for a Russian Leg Sweep to scramble Chase some more, but Chase immediately holds onto the ropes and Whitworth goes down. Chase immediately rushes towards Whitworth and grabs him and hits a Tiger Suplex on him. He tries to bridge, but Whitworth will not give up. Chase then tries to lock a submission on Whitworth. Whitworth fights back to his knees and both men fight back off. Chase immediately goes nuts and starts lamblasting him with fists right and left. Brock then immediately ducks underneath Chase, comes back up and kicks Chase square in the jaw. Chase plays possum and Whitworth immediately pins him.]
ONE!
TWO!
Chris: Wait a minute! Impressive offense from Chase, he's gotten Brock immediately reversed....and into an ANACONDA VICE! WOW!
Ricky: He's trying to weaken Whitworth up for a finisher. The referee's got his hand up once...twice....and Chase releases it?!
Chris: He's going to try to finish him off with the The Chase Factor. He's kicked him in the stomach.
Crowd: Let's go Chase! Let's go Whitworth!
Ricky: He's going to.....
Chris: GREAT SCOTT!!
[Immediately, Brock Whitworth immediately picks up and reverses the Chase Factor. He grabs Chase and immediately plants him with an Outback Driver stiffly to the mat from out of nowhere. The crowd roars and Brock grabs and hooks the leg.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner....AND ADVANCING ON TO THE SECOND ROUND OF THE PWX OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME MATCH AT ADRENALINE 79, BROCK WHITWORTH!
Chris: What a standing ovation for one of our newer talents. He just upset Anton Chase!
Ricky: Winner's luck...he couldn't do it ever again.
Chris: Whatever, but this crowd is going nuts as Brock Whitworth is. He's dove into the crowd and is celebrating.
Ricky: Well...whatever it is, I know that after tonight, it'll be an amazing tournament and I cannot wait to see where it goes after this.
[The camera fades to black as Brock's rushing up the entrance from the audience, completely elated he won the match and he's celebrating with the crowd.]
WINNER: BROCK WHITWORTH
ANTON CHASE vs BROCK WHITWORTH
[Brock and Chase immediately go for the handshake and Chase immediately sends Brock into the ropes. Brock immediately rolls under Chase's clothesline attempt, but tries to jump off the ropes, but immediately gets met with a jumping backstabber from Chase. Chase immediately rushes towards Brock and tries to dive, but immediately Brock sticks his knees up and cracks Chase's back. Chase starts to favor the back as Brock picks Chase up. Brock immediately picks Chase up for a suplex, but Brock immediately gets cradled by Chase.]
ONE!
TWO!
[Brock immediately rolls Chase up with a cradle himself.]
ONE!
TWO!
[Chase kicks Brock out of the cradle and immediately Brock charges towards Chase and both men hit a running body splash into each other. Chase and Brock immediately reel for a moment before Chase immediately recaptures the tide and immediately locks Brock into a headlock. The crowd claps as Chase starts to drive in that headlock really snug and tight on Brock. Brock immediately tries to struggle towards the ropes but Anton Chase immediately pulls Brock towards the middle of the ring and the crowd immediately cheers more for Brock.]
Ricky: Everyone's giving Chase no credit for defeating TJ Codair last week. Chase immediately got one of the biggest victories in his career since Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood took over PWX. I must admit, I'm starting to like Chase. He has a lot of guts to continue to take a beating and want more. He's definitely someone who could be the face of the Hybrid Division for years to come.
Chris: Yeah, Chase definitely has that headlock in tight. He's trying to turn Brock Whitworth into a giant blueberry. Brock's now pushing up....up....OH MY DELIEVERENCE!
Ricky: LIKE A HOOKER!
[Brock immediately picked up Chase and slammed him down on the mat as hard as he could. Brock makes a cover, but Chase immediately kicks out without a second thought. Brock then charges towards Chase and immediately hits him stiffly with a gun packet kick towards the face. Brock sets up Chase for the face breaker DDT, but Chase immediately hits an atomic drop on Brock. Chase then grabs Brock and immediately nails a stiff back suplex. Chase immediately locks in the headlock and the crowd starts to clap more for Brock. Brock starts to weaken and weaken more, but Brock immediately crawls back to his legs. Chase gets the upper hand against and nails him with a cheap knee to the stomach. Chase then tries to German Suplex Whitworth, but Whitworth immediately reverses and connects with a sick Shining Wizard straight to the face.]
Crowd: That was awesome! That was awesome!
Chris: The kick heard round the world....Brock's trying to make the cover...
ONE....
TWO...
Ricky: And yet another two count by a man who challenged Darin Zion last week for his Hybrid Championship. This man inspired Darin Zion to sing his crazy songs, but I will admit, it's just insane how things are going. Chase is staying down and Brock's going....
*SPLAT!*
Chris: So much for your air born analogy. Anton Chase is scrapping Brock Whitworth off that mat. The question is: what move will he go for next?
[Chase immediately locks in a Tazzmission on Brock and legitimately starts to choke him out. The referee goes completely nuts and Chase immediately starts to get in and picks Brock up. Chase immediately hits a Belly to Belly suplex and immediately tosses Brock stiffly towards the outside. He grabs his head and immediately nurses the neck more after Chase worked on it. Chase immediately charges towards the ropes and immediately dives out with no second thoughts and both men collide with the barricade.]
Ricky: PWX's World Championship means the world to both of our Hybrid competitors here. Both would literally die for the championship. And I hate to say it, but it means that we're about to go into Hybrid territory.
Chris: Yes, Chase knows what it's like to take things to the max. This is Whitworth's first step into the Hybrid Division. This won't get pretty for him.
[Chase immediately tosses Brock into the corner of the barricade. Chase immediately rushes over and tries to hit a diving shoulder tackle, but Brock sends Chase flying straight into the barricade and it falls over. Brock immediately grabs a chair and immediately lifts it up and does a somersault straight onto the back of Anton Chase. Chase immediately reels in pain along with Brock. Both men slowly start to recover on the outside. Whitworth immediately gets up first followed by Chase. They exchange a few blows for a moment before Anton Chase leaps out of nowhere and hits a hurricanarana on Whitworth. Whitworth falls in front of a set of steel steps. Chase immediately charges towards the announcer's table and immediately leaps and soars and connects with Brock's jaw with a soaring drop kick. Brock immediately holds his jaw while Anton Chase lays Brock on the table.]
Chris: Holy hell! These men literally want to take it to the limit. Anton Chase who was crucified by this crowd earlier now commands their attention. I think this will end quite sick for Whitworth. Chase immediately climbs to the top of the Apron and OH SHIT! A PAY PER VIEW QUAILITY MOVE! REALLY?!
Ricky: No, shit! These people paid to see a champion who's going to fight to the death for the PWX Championship. They don't want to see the same song and dance shit like some of our former World Champions. They want someone new...someone exciting, like my boy Chase. I tell you I met up with him this past week, great kid, he's got a passion for wrestling...
Chris: Shut up and call the action and....WHOA! WHAT THE HELL?! He's hitting a Shooting Star Press towards the outside into the table and...
*CRAAAASH!!!!*
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Ricky: Whitworth rolled off the table and Chase went splat into the table and the concrete. That's talent. No seriously! That's talent to watch Chase literally take a fall like that and not die. He's going to be reeling from the pain from that in the morning. But let's see....WHOA! MORE PAIN!!!
[Immediately Chase gets scooped up and slammed stiffly into the barricade with a suplex from Brock Whitworth. Whitworth then grabs Chase and brings him back into the ring. Brock immediately rushes towards the ropes and motions for an elbow drop. Brock immediately connects to the chest of Anton Chase and the crowd counts loudly.]
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.....NOOOOO!
[Chase pulls some of his adrenaline and kicks out and keeps going. Brock's shaking his head in disbelief. He sets up for a Russian Leg Sweep to scramble Chase some more, but Chase immediately holds onto the ropes and Whitworth goes down. Chase immediately rushes towards Whitworth and grabs him and hits a Tiger Suplex on him. He tries to bridge, but Whitworth will not give up. Chase then tries to lock a submission on Whitworth. Whitworth fights back to his knees and both men fight back off. Chase immediately goes nuts and starts lamblasting him with fists right and left. Brock then immediately ducks underneath Chase, comes back up and kicks Chase square in the jaw. Chase plays possum and Whitworth immediately pins him.]
ONE!
TWO!
Chris: Wait a minute! Impressive offense from Chase, he's gotten Brock immediately reversed....and into an ANACONDA VICE! WOW!
Ricky: He's trying to weaken Whitworth up for a finisher. The referee's got his hand up once...twice....and Chase releases it?!
Chris: He's going to try to finish him off with the The Chase Factor. He's kicked him in the stomach.
Crowd: Let's go Chase! Let's go Whitworth!
Ricky: He's going to.....
Chris: GREAT SCOTT!!
[Immediately, Brock Whitworth immediately picks up and reverses the Chase Factor. He grabs Chase and immediately plants him with an Outback Driver stiffly to the mat from out of nowhere. The crowd roars and Brock grabs and hooks the leg.]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner....AND ADVANCING ON TO THE SECOND ROUND OF THE PWX OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME MATCH AT ADRENALINE 79, BROCK WHITWORTH!
Chris: What a standing ovation for one of our newer talents. He just upset Anton Chase!
Ricky: Winner's luck...he couldn't do it ever again.
Chris: Whatever, but this crowd is going nuts as Brock Whitworth is. He's dove into the crowd and is celebrating.
Ricky: Well...whatever it is, I know that after tonight, it'll be an amazing tournament and I cannot wait to see where it goes after this.
[The camera fades to black as Brock's rushing up the entrance from the audience, completely elated he won the match and he's celebrating with the crowd.]
WINNER: BROCK WHITWORTH
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[We're in Brian Hollywood's office, where he and Darin Zion are having a heated discussion]
Hollywood: What the FUCK just happened out there?!
Zion: I got FUCKED again is what happened!
Hollywood: How could you possibly fuck up AGAIN?!
Zion: Hey FUCK you! If I'm not mistaken, you weren't exactly any help out there.
Hollywood: Because I was taken out by Pariah you fucking asshole! I had no way of knowing that was going to happen!
Zion: Alright, we just need to calm down! Yelling at each other and blaming shit back and forth is obviously not going to get us anywhere. Especially when it comes to you and I.
Hollywood: Now that I agree with you on. We'd be here all night if that were the case. However, I must note...I didn't see Schmeid out there helping us out when that fucking bastard Pariah seized the opportunity to take advantage.
Zion: Yea, well....I'm going to find him and ask him that myself...
[As they reach an impasse, the Vox Populi stroll into the office, Daniel Everett loudly chewing gum as they walk in]
Black: Hope we didn't interrupt anything...
Hollywood: Oh no, of course not. You guys just seem a little too calm after what transpired out in the ring earlier tonight.
Black nods but shrugs his shoulders.
Black: ...but, as Zion will tell you himself, this time last week he mentioned that the two of you were thinking of a way to repay our loyalty for sticking up for you at a time where everyone else was looking to score cheap points off of you.
Everett: ...when they weren't using you as the centrepiece of some kind of freaky art installation, that is.
[As the eyes of Hollywood and Zion fall on Everett, Black shoots him a look]
Black: But I trust you;re feeling a little bit closer to 100% after that incident, right?
Zion: You could say that...but I really don't want to discuss what those.....irrelevant mother fuckers did a couple weeks ago. As Hollywood made it clear last week, they simply became irrelevant.
[Away from the view of Hollywood and Zion, Black nudges Everett]
Black: So, hoping not to sound like a couple of grasping housewives on Black Friday, could you let us know what this "thank you gift" that Zion mentioned is?
Hollywood: Heh. It's funny you should mention that. Let's just say after our little "unfortunate scuffle" we had just a few moments ago that I decided to hold off on one half of the gift.
[Black and Everett look at each other in shock as they didn't realize they were getting more.
Hollywood: I'm a generous man and as you know, there is a little battle royal going on tonight. I know both of you can benefit from it so as of right now, I'm placing you in the Opportunity Knocks Battle Royal. My thank you for answering the call to arms.
[Black and Everett smile.]
Zion: We've set up constant opportunities around here and nobody can fucking bitch that we don't!
Hollywood: Alright gentlemen..good luck out there tonight and make the Establishment proud!
[Black and Everett smile and walk off as Hollywood and Zion go back to talking quietly and civilly to themselves as the scene fades out.]
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SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
BAD COMPANY/CALEB HOUSTON vs ANARCHY 99/JOHN PARIAH
As the referee rings the bell to start the 6-man tag both teams seem eager to start the contest, Caleb Houston having to hold back both members of Bad Company while John Pariah is doing the same for Anarchy 99. Finally settling their tag team partners Caleb Houston turns around and stares at John Pariah as they apparently make the decision, independent of each other, to start their match for their sides as much to give their partners a chance to cool down as for anything else. Locking up Caleb Houston quickly comes out the back door with an armwringer which he turns into a seated armbar as he presses the knee against the triceps to get the most out of the hold. Signaling that he wants a tag Jason Aries stands on the middle turnbuckle with his hand outstretched only to get ignored by Caleb Houston who continues to crank on the armbar, only to find himself countered when John Pariah reaches up and applies a perfectly timed headscissors to escape the hold only to find that countered with a prawn hold as this time Nighthawk stands on the middle rope along with his partner begging for the tag. Seeing the opening John Pariah lands a short forearm on the distracted Caleb Houston before tagging in Noah Hanson who locks in an abdominal stretch before reaching back behind him for an assist from his tag team partner Colt Hanson which draws screams of protest from Bad Company as they frantically try and signal the referee as to the cheating on the Anarchy 99 side of the ring. But as Anarchy 99 continues to take advantage of the referee’s blind spot John Pariah breaks it up allowing a wincing Caleb Houston to escape the hold and finally tag in Nighthawk who quickly sprints across the ring and hits Noah Hanson with a satellite headscissors that sends him into the Bad Company corner where they land Company’s Here on Noah Hanson which sends him staggering out of the corner out on his feet, making him perfect prey for the Signature.
But as Nighthawk signals Jason Aries to go for the cover Colt Hanson throws Nighthawk out of the ring as Jason Aries follows Colt Hanson out with a tope suicida. Turning around John Pariah goes for a roaring elbow on Caleb Houston, only to be caught with an Oklahoma Roll for the 3-count.
Chris: This feud between Bad Company and Anarchy 99 is getting intense!
Ricky: Again, the two teams aside just hashed things out!
Chris: Not to mention that it had to come at the disposal of Pariah and Houston who were just kinda..
Ricky: Thrown? Into this feud?
Chris: I wasn't going to blunt...
Ricky: That's why I'm here remember?
Chris: Duly noted.
WINNERS: BAD COMPANY/CALEB HOUSTON
BAD COMPANY/CALEB HOUSTON vs ANARCHY 99/JOHN PARIAH
As the referee rings the bell to start the 6-man tag both teams seem eager to start the contest, Caleb Houston having to hold back both members of Bad Company while John Pariah is doing the same for Anarchy 99. Finally settling their tag team partners Caleb Houston turns around and stares at John Pariah as they apparently make the decision, independent of each other, to start their match for their sides as much to give their partners a chance to cool down as for anything else. Locking up Caleb Houston quickly comes out the back door with an armwringer which he turns into a seated armbar as he presses the knee against the triceps to get the most out of the hold. Signaling that he wants a tag Jason Aries stands on the middle turnbuckle with his hand outstretched only to get ignored by Caleb Houston who continues to crank on the armbar, only to find himself countered when John Pariah reaches up and applies a perfectly timed headscissors to escape the hold only to find that countered with a prawn hold as this time Nighthawk stands on the middle rope along with his partner begging for the tag. Seeing the opening John Pariah lands a short forearm on the distracted Caleb Houston before tagging in Noah Hanson who locks in an abdominal stretch before reaching back behind him for an assist from his tag team partner Colt Hanson which draws screams of protest from Bad Company as they frantically try and signal the referee as to the cheating on the Anarchy 99 side of the ring. But as Anarchy 99 continues to take advantage of the referee’s blind spot John Pariah breaks it up allowing a wincing Caleb Houston to escape the hold and finally tag in Nighthawk who quickly sprints across the ring and hits Noah Hanson with a satellite headscissors that sends him into the Bad Company corner where they land Company’s Here on Noah Hanson which sends him staggering out of the corner out on his feet, making him perfect prey for the Signature.
But as Nighthawk signals Jason Aries to go for the cover Colt Hanson throws Nighthawk out of the ring as Jason Aries follows Colt Hanson out with a tope suicida. Turning around John Pariah goes for a roaring elbow on Caleb Houston, only to be caught with an Oklahoma Roll for the 3-count.
Chris: This feud between Bad Company and Anarchy 99 is getting intense!
Ricky: Again, the two teams aside just hashed things out!
Chris: Not to mention that it had to come at the disposal of Pariah and Houston who were just kinda..
Ricky: Thrown? Into this feud?
Chris: I wasn't going to blunt...
Ricky: That's why I'm here remember?
Chris: Duly noted.
WINNERS: BAD COMPANY/CALEB HOUSTON
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LAST MAN STANDING MATCH
TIAMI TYLER vs TIMOTHY HUNT
The bell rings and the match is officially under way. Timothy quickly tried to go for the knee of Tiami but Tiami rolled out of the ring. Timothy quickly gave chase and Tiami turned around and connected with a stiff kick to the midsection of Timothy. Timothy slumped over in pain as Tiami got under the ring. Tiami came back out with a kendo stick and a wicked smirk on her face. Timothy started to slowly stand straight up and as Tiami raised the kendo stick to hit him in the back, Timothy swung a fist right into the ribs of Tiami. Timothy swung again and the fists connected with her midsection. Tiami dropped the kendo stick and started to walk away. Timothy quickly grabbed the kendo stick and chased Tiami down. Timothy swung hard with the kendo stick in his hand and you could hear Tiami scream as the kendo stick connected with her back two times. Timothy quickly threw the kendo stick down and grabbed Tiami by the hair. Tiami raised Timothy across the eyes and Timothy let go of her hair. Tiami kicked Timothy in the balls, which sent Timothy straight down to his knees. Tiami chuckled and she reached over the rails to grab a steel chair. Tiami took the steel chair across Timothy's head over and over again. Timothy collapsed in a heap as the fans started to boo Tiami. She just shrugged as she took the steel chair and drove it across the neck of Timothy. Tiami backed off and told the ref to start the ten count...
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3....
Timothy started to crawl towards the guard rail. Tiami saw this and shook her head as Timothy got to the guard rail...
4...
5...
Timothy pulled himself up and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Tiami screamed as she charged towards Timothy. Timothy kicked Tiami in the face. Tiami staggered backwards and Timothy made his way towards her. Tiami tried to punch Timothy, but Timothy delivered a knife edge chop to her chest. Timothy delivered three more chops to her chest, all connecting with authority. Tiami tried to make her way back inside the ring but Timothy would have none of it. Timothy picked up the kendo stick that was on the ground and Timothy chased after Tiami. They both made it inside the ring and Timothy attempted to swing the kendo stick at Tiami's knee. Tiami screamed in pain as the kendo stick connected with her knee. Tiami fell to the mat as Timothy continued to hit her with the kendo stick in the knee. Timothy threw the kendo stick down to the mat and then reached in his boot for something. Timothy stands back up with brass knuckles on his right hand and a smirk across his face. Timothy screamed at Tiami to get up as Tiami tried to pull herself up using the ring ropes. Tiami finally made her way up and as she hobbled to turn around towards Timothy, the right fist with the brass knuckles connected under her chin. Timothy smiled as he motioned for the ref to start the count...
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Tiami used the ring ropes to pull herself up again and she smirked at Timothy as she screamed for him to charge towards her. Timothy shrugged his shoulders and ran towards her for an attempt at a clothesline. Tiami’s foot connected with his face, which sent the brass knuckles flying across the ring. Tiami then speared Timothy straight down to the mat. Tiami got up and delivered stiff kicks to the ribs and midsection of Timothy. She grabbed the brass knuckles herself and made her way out to the ring apron. A fan held up a steel chair for her and Tiami took it. The fan squealed and Tiami threw the chair into the ring. Tiami got back in the ring as Timothy slowly got up. Tiami kicked Timothy in the gut again and looked where the chair was. Tiami then made sure to attempt a power bomb down on the chair, but Timothy reversed the attempt with a back body drop. Tiami got up from the back body drop slowly and as Timothy made his way towards her, Tiami connected with a right punch. Timothy’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back first on the mat. Tiami laughed eviliy as the hand she hit him with had the brass knuckles on it. The ref started the count…
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Tiami didn’t want the count to finish. Tiami grabbed the chair and drilled Timothy in the head with it. Tiami then mounted Timothy and drilled him in the head with the same hand that had the brass knuckles on it. Timothy began to bleed and Tiami kept on hitting him.
“STAY DOWN!!! JUST STAY DOWN LIKE THE FUCKING BITCH YOU ARE TIM!!”
The ref began the ten count again as Tiami stood up and wiped the blood of her arch rival across her face.
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Timothy started to slowly stir….
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Tiami begged for Timothy to get up as he turned over from his back to his stomach try to crawl over to the ropes.
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10!!!!
The bell rang as Timothy just fell into a heap on the mat. Tiami stood over Timothy as her hand was raised in victory
WINNER: TIAMI TYLER
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Hearing the coin clank to the bottom of the machine, and popping back out, I inhale deeply… trying to relax as I insert the coin once again.
Clank!
As it hits the bottom once again. I turn away slowly from the vending machine and grab a steel chair, swing it over my head and smash the glass, reaching in and grabbing the bottle of water with ease.
“That’s a sure way of getting what you want,” said a low voice from my right.
Turning my face away from the person, l casually lean up against the buttons of the vending machine, as if pretending not to acknowledge their presence.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” he asks me, cool and collective.
I exhale a puff of air with a smile on my face, opening my bottle of water and swigging back a gulp. Fiddling with the wraps on my hands… ironically wearing a pair of bright fuchsia “A cut above” Zumba cargo pants, drawstrings tied out front and elastic pullers pulled around the ankle snug. A bright pair of bright green and purple sneakers, and a purple work out halter.
“No, but if you’d like I can cut out yours,” I said matter-of-factly.
He chuckled lightly, familiar, as he brushed the hair at the back of his neck. Topless, cut, and sporting a pair of black and orange boxing shorts, a pair of sneakers himself, and wraps around his palm. I glance over quickly to his hand.
“Then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of talking to you,” he gestured towards me, somewhat sarcastically. There was something about him that made me interested. Something about him that made my blood boil as well, in an annoying way… Something…
Familiar.
He lifts his head, and looks at me from the side, hair strewn across my face...
“I’m Caleb Houston by the way, I didn’t catch your name?” he asks moving slightly ducking to my level for a moment… his attention adverted to the glass on the ground as he sidesteps some shrapnel.
“Who are you hiding from?” he asks curiously, watching me.
Me hide, yeah right. I whip my head back, hair flying with it… still not meeting his gaze as I take another drink of water, “What makes you think I am scared of anything?” I ask, glancing over to his hand, eyes trailing upwards, unable to resist the urge to figure him out. My eyes meet with his tattoo on his right bicep and I jump backwards nearly tripping over the glass, heart pounding in to chest.
“Who…. You’re…” I mumble, first time in an extremely long time I had been caught off guard.
Out of confused curiosity, he looks up from the glass as I jump back he stares blankly in to my face, color washing completely from it. His body stiffens as his eyes meet mine. His heart, more than likely beating just as hard. His mouth parts briefly to catch his breath from shock.
“Kaiyela…?” he mouths softly to me in complete shock.
My heart jitters rapidly, all over the place. “No… No….” I cry out, clamping either side of my head with my hands as I fall to my knees in the glass grimacing. “GO AWAY…” I yell to myself, not intended for him.
“Are… you okay?” he asks, kneeling down to touch my shoulder, and I fall backwards purposely scooting away from him until I pull myself to a stand against a mop bucket…
Heaving deeply with breath, gripping the mop, I whip it harshly at the vending machine… grabbing the handle of the mop bucket and smashing it through a table, breaking it in half then throwing it out the window.
“WHO ARE YOU!?” I scream once again, falling back to my knee’s with the overwhelming feeling of defeat.
He stands before me, frozen in what appears to be insecurities… my head ringing with pain. He looks down upon me disheartened as if he was expecting something different before letting out, “No one.” Eyes fixated on me, as if trying to figure out a rather complicated piece to a very large puzzle, searching for something that is no longer there.
“Just somebody who is only going to let you down.”
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SINGLES MATCH
JOEY HARRIS vs ASSASSIN
Alexis Lace: PWX!! The following contest, is YOUR semi-main event... of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall, and is a qualifying match for The Opportunity of a LIFETIME Tournament to crown the NEW, PWX Heavyweight Champion...of the Wooorld!!
The lights dim as The Deftone's, “The Chauffeur” comes over the PA...
Alex Lace: Introducing first, in his second official PWX contest--
Ricky: The first of which he lost to Caleb Houston like a HOOKER!!
Chris: Rick...d'ya ever wonder if your catchphrases have a shelf life?
Alexis Lace: --weighing 275 punds, standing six feet, two inches tall--
Ricky: Whadya mean, Chris?! They NEVER get stale!! Classics never die!!
Chris: Most certainly. ...But what does that have to do with your tired ol' bag of cliches?
Ricky: ...SHADDAP, YA HOOKER!!
Alexis Lace: --hailing from Dallas, Texas, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, this...is...
Chris: Ricky Redundancy. Has a nice ring to it...
Alexis Lace: ...ASSASSIN!!
Assassin walks out to the top of the ramp. The lights flicker as we see his face covered by some sort of mask with a logo on it. Assassin makes his way to the bottom of the ramp and approaches the apron. He climbs up onto it before stepping through the ropes, entering the ring. Assassin walks to the middle of the ring before removing the mask from his face, lifting it up in the air.
Ricky: This guy is about as boring as a Jordan Caliban promo.
Chris: Or your 'comedy' routine? Ya get in touch with Seinfeld yet, ya might have a Comedy Central Special on your hands...
Ricky: Ya get in touch with your HOOKER yet?!
Chris: Yes. By the way, your mom says 'hi'.
Ricky: .....gawd dammit...
Assassin then tosses the mask into the crowd as Alexis introduces his opponent...
Chris: Just like our main event, I saw an opportunity. It knocked. And I answered. Your like fish in a barrel, Ricky, ya know that?
Ricky: You have completely ruined the word 'hooker' for me, Chris, ya know that? YA HAPPY?!
Chris: Yes...Yes I am.
Ricky: ..... *quietly mumbles to himself, something about setting fire to Chris' car...*
Alexis Lace: And NOW......his opponent.
The hypnotic guitars of Tool's "Vicarious" hum over the PA, as the thousands of fans boo loudly in recognition of the tune.
Ricky: Thank you GAWD, FINALLY...REAL talent!!
Chris: I wouldn't count Assassin out. He may have lost in his debut--
Ricky: LIKE A--.... like a loser. Dammit Chris, see what you've done to me...
Chris: --but. We all lose at some point. What matters is how we rise from defeat, and carry onward.
Ricky: ...what, are you running for presidential office?
The lights dim, masked in a hue of pale blue, as the guitar intro plays out in full.
Chris: 2016's only two years away, Rick. Might as well get a headstart.
Ricky: If Brian ran for President. Tiami would be his Marilyn Monroe. And THAT'S what I call a 'Happy Birthday'.
Chris: You'd be lucky if Lisa Lampinelli sang to you...
Ricky: HEY!!... She's funny, AND...she lost weight. A man will take what he can get.
Once the heavy guitar and drum beats kick in, the lights flash green and blue....
Chris: Again Rick, a man, most certainly. What does that have to do with you?
Ricky: ....you are DEAD TO ME, Christopher!!
Chris: Ooo, the full name. You really are pissed now, aren't ya Lex?
Ricky: Watch out, Chris, I'm not afraid tah put you in the torture rack.
Chris: Not afraid, maybe. I'm just worried your back would give out and I'd have a lawsuit on my hands...
Ricky: ......ya hear me? DEAD!!
Alexis Lace: He weighs in tonight, at--
"AHEM!!!!"
Suddenly, Alexis is cut off. Right before the lyrics begin, 'Vicarious' is cut off as well. The intro to a different song slowly takes its place --
As the song slowly comes in, a voice rings out through a microphone...
"I.....weigh in tonight, at a lean, MEAN, two-hundred....AND THIRTY POUUUUNDS...
"STANDING, at 6 GLORIOUS feet, and two, ab-so-LUTELY amazing inches...
"I am......MIIIISSTTTTEEERRRRR..... JOEY..... HA-ha-ha-ha-HARRIS!!!"
As the name 'Harris' echoes throughout the arena, the guitar THRASHES through the speakers, and the drums are heard loud and clear.
Chris: Who does this guy think he is, cutting Alexis off like that...
Ricky: He found himself, Chris. He's an Asshole. And he's damn proud of it.
Joey Harris steps out onto the stage, holding a microphone up to his mouth, displaying a glistening grin. He wears a black tee, marked with the words "Putting The Fun in DysFUNctional' in bright blue and lime green. "Fiend", for one night only, blares through the speaker system, the title speaking volumes for this man. The jeers and catcalls grow deafening, and "The Natural" loves it. He smiles, amused, as he saunters slowly down the ramp.
"It's the darkest place,
Like beneath the stairs.
The "IT"? It comes,
And it takes me there...
We take EVERYTHING in sight,
ALL through the night.
"Leaving scars...
And CRASHIN' CARS!!"
At this point, Joey has reached the foot of the ramp. He pauses for a moment, gazing across the fans in amusement, as they shower him with hatred. He slowly approaches the steps, marching up one by one, taking his time, as the chorus kicks in --
"Fiend for the fans and
Fodder for the PRESS!!
FIEND FOR THE FANS AND
FODDER FOR THE PRESS!!"
He stops again on the apron, for a moment, soaking in the resentment that rains down upon him. He simply smirks, shaking his head assuredly to himself. As if the boos bring him a sigh of relief. As if they're a sign.....he's home.
"It's my life,
For everyone to see.
For you a charade?
For me a disease.
EVERYTHING in sight,
ALL through the night."
"Leaving scars...
And FUCKIN' STARS!!"
Joey climbs to the top rope, looking out at the vast sea of people. He takes in every last look of disgust, every name in the book, every death threat hurled his way... taking it all in with a grin. He hops down, as "Fiend" fades out on these words --
"It's do or die?
It's do or die?
It's do or die?
"NOT FOR ME!!"
Joey then leans back into the corner, his arms draped upon the ropes, as he glares toward Assassin with a cocky smile. He still holds the microphone in his right hand, as he lifts the back of his left toward Assassin... Joey holds out his middle and index fingers, curling them inward as if to say 'Come get you some, rookie.'
Chris: He may be an asshole, but WITH that, with the removal of his 'code' and all he THOUGHT he stood for...Joey Harris has reemerged, with a confidence we haven't seen in some time.
Ricky: And gawd dammit, I'm lovin' every minute of it!! WELCOME HOME, JOEY! Welcome home!!
Joey pulls himself forward, holding the microphone firmly in his grasp. He steps toward Assassin, who looks less than pleased with the way Joey is approaching this battle. The cockiness, the ego, all the confidence in Harris is visibly upsetting the PWX newcomer. Joey walks up to Assassin, a clear swagger in his step, as he stands right beside Assassin, almost as if he's launching into an 'interview'.
Joey: Sooo... Assassin.
Joey then moves in front of his opponent, eyeing him down, shouting sarcastically--
Joey: IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME!!
Joey then shifts from faux 'intensity' to his trademark smirk, chuckling bragadociously to himself. He steps back to the side of Assassin, raising the microphone back to his lips.
Joey: The WORLD is wondering, enquiring minds WANT TO KNOW...If you're not working for The Establishment...
Joey then gets back in Assassin's face, glaring intently into his eyes. Assassin doesn't flinch a bit, and stands his ground.
Joey: .....where were YOU, on the night of April 20th, 1987?
A confused expression falls over Assassin's face, as he mutters into Joey's microphone --
Assassin: Uhm...what does that have to do with anything?
Joey glares fiercely...before a small smirk flashes across his face. He raises the mic to his mouth, and whispers...
Joey: Ab-so-lutely nothing.
*BAM!!*
Chris: That cunning bastard!! Joey Harris just reeled the rookie in with one of the OLDEST tricks in the book!
Ricky: Joey just layed Assassin completely out with the mic to the mush!! This man is your NEXT PWX World Champion, BANK ON IT!!
Chris: If so, God help us all...
Joey pounces as soon as Assassin topples to the mat, waylaying on him with forearm after forearm to the face. The referee FINALLY signals for the bell, before shoving the microphone out of the ring with his shoe. Joey yanks Assassin by his entrance shirt, pulling him up to his feet. Joey then shoves Assassin into the corner post, before removing his own T-shirt, and tossing it aside. He charges into the corner with an enziguri, kicking the match off, full-speed ahead.
Ricky: I am TELLING you, Chris, this man is without a shadow of a doubt one of the very top contenders in this tournament. If Roxxie doesn't pull it off, Joey will. Either way? It's gonna be the biggest celebration in PWX history, a party HOSTED...by Natural Selection.
Chris: Rick, there is a plethora of talent in this tourney, and virtually ANYONE could walk away with the vacant title. PWX mainstays such as Tim Hunt, Tiami Tyler, Anton Chase, Elijah Black, NightHawk, Jason Richards, John Pariah... The fresh faces of the future, like Brock Whitworth, Kaelyn Divera, JT Midas, Caleb Houston, Robb Hardy, Siobhan Townsend, Axl VanHalen & Tifa BonJovi of The cWo... even Assassin. Count no man or woman out in a situation such as the one this company faces. It's a changing of the guard, and it only takes ONE moment for the entire landscape to forever be altered!!
Ricky: ...Well. My money's still on Natural Selection. Because IN a situation like the one PWX faces? It's all about four little words -- Survival. Of. The fittest.
Joey then whips Assassin into the far corner, sending him in so harshly that the man's head collides with the top turnbuckle, sending him crashing to the canvas below. Harris then steps in toward Assassin, pulling him back up, before WASTING him with his patented 'Hope Fails You'...Joey drops for the pin, and the ref gets into position...
Chris: This cannot POSSIBLY be the end, not this soon!!
Ricky: Joey Harris will end this match when he WANTS to, and if now is the time? It's all over but the cryin'.
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Joey quickly lifts Assassin's head up, smiling malevolently to the audience, who meet his cheshire grin with a wave of hate,
Chris: The bum coulda had it right there!!
Ricky: As I said, Chris. The man will end this when HE chooses to do so. And now just wasn't the moment...give it time. It's comin', just you wait and see.
Harris swiftly moves to his feet... He hovers over Assassin, smiling broadly to himself. He stands, one foot on either side of his fallen opponent, as he stares out into the capacity crowd with a shining smile...But SUDDENLY, Assassin somehow picks the right leg of Harris, bringing him crashing to the mat!
Ricky: WHAT THE HELL?!
Chris: What did I tell you?! Even a newcomer such as Assassin has the opportunity of a LIFETIME here, in this rightfully named tournament. Harris was distracted, showing off his arrogance, and Assassin capitalized. As he should!!
Ricky: LUCKY. Pure and utter luck, and you can bet your ass the kid's luck is gonna run out in short order!
Assassin slowly pulls himself to his feet, after the lightning fast barrage brought down upon him by Harris. Assassin hooks Harris by the legs, before slowly, but surely going for the giant swing...
Ricky:OH NO HE DON'T!!
Chris: Oh yes he is, Ricky, yes he is!! Assassin has managed to lift Joey from the mat, and is using his muscle to power Joey around in a full, rotating circle, and what goes up MUST come down!!
And so Joey does, as Assassin sends Harris careening through the air, across the ring, and SLAMMING into the corner. The back of his head meets with the bottom turnbuckle in an awkward landing.
Chris: Ooohh, and Joey Harris has fallen in a bad way! This could spell trouble for the former Next-Gen champ!!
Ricky: A title he used as a COFFEE COASTER!! This man deserves some REAL gold, and after he cleans himself up from this minor scrape, he's gonna do just that!!
Chris: I dunno about a 'minor scrape', his head hit rather hard. That could very well be a concussion, and any fan of Harris knows the man has a history...
Ricky: That was then, this is NOW!! He has a drive that he hasn't held in AGES, and believe me...this is a minor setback. That title WILL be comin' home!!
Joey moves his hand about, swatting at the air, holding the back of his head with his other hand. He's clearly been shaken up, and Assassin is zoning in for the kill. He reaches down, attempting to pull Joey to his feet.
Assassin hooks Joey by his hair, trying to lift him into what could be a death blow......when from out of NOWHERE, Joey rolls Assassin into an inside cradle, and the ref rushes in to count the fall, as every last fan in the stands comes unglued, roaring their disdain for the 'Fiend', and possibly PWX's next World Champ --
One......
Two..........
.......THREE!!
Chris: Oh, you have GOT to be kiddin' me!! Harris was playing possum all along, and what's more, the man OBVIOUSLY had a fistful of tights! He played off his history of concussions to lure in Assassin, and the rook fell for it, hook line & sinker!! But c'mon, advancing in a WORLD TITLE tournament, like that?! What kinda champ could this 'new & improved' Joey Harris possibly make?!
Ricky: One word, Chris, one word... Opportunistic. And face facts, buddy... The title's fitting.
Harris quickly rolls out of the ring, underneath the bottom rope, as he storms up the ramp to meet with a waiting Roxxie Roberts. Roxxie embraces her man, as well as partner in Natural Selection, before raising his hand high into the air.Assassin stands in the ring, fuming, as he kicks the ropes and is clearly frustrated with his second loss in a row. Harris wipes the sweat from his brow, before motioning the universal sign of 'the belt' around his waist. Sending a message, signaling who HE believes will walk away from the tournament with the ultimate prize. Roxxie cannot help but glance at her beloved, a slight look of what almost appears to be jealousy in her eyes.
WINNER: JOEY HARRIS
JOEY HARRIS vs ASSASSIN
Alexis Lace: PWX!! The following contest, is YOUR semi-main event... of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall, and is a qualifying match for The Opportunity of a LIFETIME Tournament to crown the NEW, PWX Heavyweight Champion...of the Wooorld!!
The lights dim as The Deftone's, “The Chauffeur” comes over the PA...
Alex Lace: Introducing first, in his second official PWX contest--
Ricky: The first of which he lost to Caleb Houston like a HOOKER!!
Chris: Rick...d'ya ever wonder if your catchphrases have a shelf life?
Alexis Lace: --weighing 275 punds, standing six feet, two inches tall--
Ricky: Whadya mean, Chris?! They NEVER get stale!! Classics never die!!
Chris: Most certainly. ...But what does that have to do with your tired ol' bag of cliches?
Ricky: ...SHADDAP, YA HOOKER!!
Alexis Lace: --hailing from Dallas, Texas, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, this...is...
Chris: Ricky Redundancy. Has a nice ring to it...
Alexis Lace: ...ASSASSIN!!
Assassin walks out to the top of the ramp. The lights flicker as we see his face covered by some sort of mask with a logo on it. Assassin makes his way to the bottom of the ramp and approaches the apron. He climbs up onto it before stepping through the ropes, entering the ring. Assassin walks to the middle of the ring before removing the mask from his face, lifting it up in the air.
Ricky: This guy is about as boring as a Jordan Caliban promo.
Chris: Or your 'comedy' routine? Ya get in touch with Seinfeld yet, ya might have a Comedy Central Special on your hands...
Ricky: Ya get in touch with your HOOKER yet?!
Chris: Yes. By the way, your mom says 'hi'.
Ricky: .....gawd dammit...
Assassin then tosses the mask into the crowd as Alexis introduces his opponent...
Chris: Just like our main event, I saw an opportunity. It knocked. And I answered. Your like fish in a barrel, Ricky, ya know that?
Ricky: You have completely ruined the word 'hooker' for me, Chris, ya know that? YA HAPPY?!
Chris: Yes...Yes I am.
Ricky: ..... *quietly mumbles to himself, something about setting fire to Chris' car...*
Alexis Lace: And NOW......his opponent.
The hypnotic guitars of Tool's "Vicarious" hum over the PA, as the thousands of fans boo loudly in recognition of the tune.
Ricky: Thank you GAWD, FINALLY...REAL talent!!
Chris: I wouldn't count Assassin out. He may have lost in his debut--
Ricky: LIKE A--.... like a loser. Dammit Chris, see what you've done to me...
Chris: --but. We all lose at some point. What matters is how we rise from defeat, and carry onward.
Ricky: ...what, are you running for presidential office?
The lights dim, masked in a hue of pale blue, as the guitar intro plays out in full.
Chris: 2016's only two years away, Rick. Might as well get a headstart.
Ricky: If Brian ran for President. Tiami would be his Marilyn Monroe. And THAT'S what I call a 'Happy Birthday'.
Chris: You'd be lucky if Lisa Lampinelli sang to you...
Ricky: HEY!!... She's funny, AND...she lost weight. A man will take what he can get.
Once the heavy guitar and drum beats kick in, the lights flash green and blue....
Chris: Again Rick, a man, most certainly. What does that have to do with you?
Ricky: ....you are DEAD TO ME, Christopher!!
Chris: Ooo, the full name. You really are pissed now, aren't ya Lex?
Ricky: Watch out, Chris, I'm not afraid tah put you in the torture rack.
Chris: Not afraid, maybe. I'm just worried your back would give out and I'd have a lawsuit on my hands...
Ricky: ......ya hear me? DEAD!!
Alexis Lace: He weighs in tonight, at--
"AHEM!!!!"
Suddenly, Alexis is cut off. Right before the lyrics begin, 'Vicarious' is cut off as well. The intro to a different song slowly takes its place --
As the song slowly comes in, a voice rings out through a microphone...
"I.....weigh in tonight, at a lean, MEAN, two-hundred....AND THIRTY POUUUUNDS...
"STANDING, at 6 GLORIOUS feet, and two, ab-so-LUTELY amazing inches...
"I am......MIIIISSTTTTEEERRRRR..... JOEY..... HA-ha-ha-ha-HARRIS!!!"
As the name 'Harris' echoes throughout the arena, the guitar THRASHES through the speakers, and the drums are heard loud and clear.
Chris: Who does this guy think he is, cutting Alexis off like that...
Ricky: He found himself, Chris. He's an Asshole. And he's damn proud of it.
Joey Harris steps out onto the stage, holding a microphone up to his mouth, displaying a glistening grin. He wears a black tee, marked with the words "Putting The Fun in DysFUNctional' in bright blue and lime green. "Fiend", for one night only, blares through the speaker system, the title speaking volumes for this man. The jeers and catcalls grow deafening, and "The Natural" loves it. He smiles, amused, as he saunters slowly down the ramp.
"It's the darkest place,
Like beneath the stairs.
The "IT"? It comes,
And it takes me there...
We take EVERYTHING in sight,
ALL through the night.
"Leaving scars...
And CRASHIN' CARS!!"
At this point, Joey has reached the foot of the ramp. He pauses for a moment, gazing across the fans in amusement, as they shower him with hatred. He slowly approaches the steps, marching up one by one, taking his time, as the chorus kicks in --
"Fiend for the fans and
Fodder for the PRESS!!
FIEND FOR THE FANS AND
FODDER FOR THE PRESS!!"
He stops again on the apron, for a moment, soaking in the resentment that rains down upon him. He simply smirks, shaking his head assuredly to himself. As if the boos bring him a sigh of relief. As if they're a sign.....he's home.
"It's my life,
For everyone to see.
For you a charade?
For me a disease.
EVERYTHING in sight,
ALL through the night."
"Leaving scars...
And FUCKIN' STARS!!"
Joey climbs to the top rope, looking out at the vast sea of people. He takes in every last look of disgust, every name in the book, every death threat hurled his way... taking it all in with a grin. He hops down, as "Fiend" fades out on these words --
"It's do or die?
It's do or die?
It's do or die?
"NOT FOR ME!!"
Joey then leans back into the corner, his arms draped upon the ropes, as he glares toward Assassin with a cocky smile. He still holds the microphone in his right hand, as he lifts the back of his left toward Assassin... Joey holds out his middle and index fingers, curling them inward as if to say 'Come get you some, rookie.'
Chris: He may be an asshole, but WITH that, with the removal of his 'code' and all he THOUGHT he stood for...Joey Harris has reemerged, with a confidence we haven't seen in some time.
Ricky: And gawd dammit, I'm lovin' every minute of it!! WELCOME HOME, JOEY! Welcome home!!
Joey pulls himself forward, holding the microphone firmly in his grasp. He steps toward Assassin, who looks less than pleased with the way Joey is approaching this battle. The cockiness, the ego, all the confidence in Harris is visibly upsetting the PWX newcomer. Joey walks up to Assassin, a clear swagger in his step, as he stands right beside Assassin, almost as if he's launching into an 'interview'.
Joey: Sooo... Assassin.
Joey then moves in front of his opponent, eyeing him down, shouting sarcastically--
Joey: IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME!!
Joey then shifts from faux 'intensity' to his trademark smirk, chuckling bragadociously to himself. He steps back to the side of Assassin, raising the microphone back to his lips.
Joey: The WORLD is wondering, enquiring minds WANT TO KNOW...If you're not working for The Establishment...
Joey then gets back in Assassin's face, glaring intently into his eyes. Assassin doesn't flinch a bit, and stands his ground.
Joey: .....where were YOU, on the night of April 20th, 1987?
A confused expression falls over Assassin's face, as he mutters into Joey's microphone --
Assassin: Uhm...what does that have to do with anything?
Joey glares fiercely...before a small smirk flashes across his face. He raises the mic to his mouth, and whispers...
Joey: Ab-so-lutely nothing.
*BAM!!*
Chris: That cunning bastard!! Joey Harris just reeled the rookie in with one of the OLDEST tricks in the book!
Ricky: Joey just layed Assassin completely out with the mic to the mush!! This man is your NEXT PWX World Champion, BANK ON IT!!
Chris: If so, God help us all...
Joey pounces as soon as Assassin topples to the mat, waylaying on him with forearm after forearm to the face. The referee FINALLY signals for the bell, before shoving the microphone out of the ring with his shoe. Joey yanks Assassin by his entrance shirt, pulling him up to his feet. Joey then shoves Assassin into the corner post, before removing his own T-shirt, and tossing it aside. He charges into the corner with an enziguri, kicking the match off, full-speed ahead.
Ricky: I am TELLING you, Chris, this man is without a shadow of a doubt one of the very top contenders in this tournament. If Roxxie doesn't pull it off, Joey will. Either way? It's gonna be the biggest celebration in PWX history, a party HOSTED...by Natural Selection.
Chris: Rick, there is a plethora of talent in this tourney, and virtually ANYONE could walk away with the vacant title. PWX mainstays such as Tim Hunt, Tiami Tyler, Anton Chase, Elijah Black, NightHawk, Jason Richards, John Pariah... The fresh faces of the future, like Brock Whitworth, Kaelyn Divera, JT Midas, Caleb Houston, Robb Hardy, Siobhan Townsend, Axl VanHalen & Tifa BonJovi of The cWo... even Assassin. Count no man or woman out in a situation such as the one this company faces. It's a changing of the guard, and it only takes ONE moment for the entire landscape to forever be altered!!
Ricky: ...Well. My money's still on Natural Selection. Because IN a situation like the one PWX faces? It's all about four little words -- Survival. Of. The fittest.
Joey then whips Assassin into the far corner, sending him in so harshly that the man's head collides with the top turnbuckle, sending him crashing to the canvas below. Harris then steps in toward Assassin, pulling him back up, before WASTING him with his patented 'Hope Fails You'...Joey drops for the pin, and the ref gets into position...
Chris: This cannot POSSIBLY be the end, not this soon!!
Ricky: Joey Harris will end this match when he WANTS to, and if now is the time? It's all over but the cryin'.
1...
2...
Joey quickly lifts Assassin's head up, smiling malevolently to the audience, who meet his cheshire grin with a wave of hate,
Chris: The bum coulda had it right there!!
Ricky: As I said, Chris. The man will end this when HE chooses to do so. And now just wasn't the moment...give it time. It's comin', just you wait and see.
Harris swiftly moves to his feet... He hovers over Assassin, smiling broadly to himself. He stands, one foot on either side of his fallen opponent, as he stares out into the capacity crowd with a shining smile...But SUDDENLY, Assassin somehow picks the right leg of Harris, bringing him crashing to the mat!
Ricky: WHAT THE HELL?!
Chris: What did I tell you?! Even a newcomer such as Assassin has the opportunity of a LIFETIME here, in this rightfully named tournament. Harris was distracted, showing off his arrogance, and Assassin capitalized. As he should!!
Ricky: LUCKY. Pure and utter luck, and you can bet your ass the kid's luck is gonna run out in short order!
Assassin slowly pulls himself to his feet, after the lightning fast barrage brought down upon him by Harris. Assassin hooks Harris by the legs, before slowly, but surely going for the giant swing...
Ricky:OH NO HE DON'T!!
Chris: Oh yes he is, Ricky, yes he is!! Assassin has managed to lift Joey from the mat, and is using his muscle to power Joey around in a full, rotating circle, and what goes up MUST come down!!
And so Joey does, as Assassin sends Harris careening through the air, across the ring, and SLAMMING into the corner. The back of his head meets with the bottom turnbuckle in an awkward landing.
Chris: Ooohh, and Joey Harris has fallen in a bad way! This could spell trouble for the former Next-Gen champ!!
Ricky: A title he used as a COFFEE COASTER!! This man deserves some REAL gold, and after he cleans himself up from this minor scrape, he's gonna do just that!!
Chris: I dunno about a 'minor scrape', his head hit rather hard. That could very well be a concussion, and any fan of Harris knows the man has a history...
Ricky: That was then, this is NOW!! He has a drive that he hasn't held in AGES, and believe me...this is a minor setback. That title WILL be comin' home!!
Joey moves his hand about, swatting at the air, holding the back of his head with his other hand. He's clearly been shaken up, and Assassin is zoning in for the kill. He reaches down, attempting to pull Joey to his feet.
Assassin hooks Joey by his hair, trying to lift him into what could be a death blow......when from out of NOWHERE, Joey rolls Assassin into an inside cradle, and the ref rushes in to count the fall, as every last fan in the stands comes unglued, roaring their disdain for the 'Fiend', and possibly PWX's next World Champ --
One......
Two..........
.......THREE!!
Chris: Oh, you have GOT to be kiddin' me!! Harris was playing possum all along, and what's more, the man OBVIOUSLY had a fistful of tights! He played off his history of concussions to lure in Assassin, and the rook fell for it, hook line & sinker!! But c'mon, advancing in a WORLD TITLE tournament, like that?! What kinda champ could this 'new & improved' Joey Harris possibly make?!
Ricky: One word, Chris, one word... Opportunistic. And face facts, buddy... The title's fitting.
Harris quickly rolls out of the ring, underneath the bottom rope, as he storms up the ramp to meet with a waiting Roxxie Roberts. Roxxie embraces her man, as well as partner in Natural Selection, before raising his hand high into the air.Assassin stands in the ring, fuming, as he kicks the ropes and is clearly frustrated with his second loss in a row. Harris wipes the sweat from his brow, before motioning the universal sign of 'the belt' around his waist. Sending a message, signaling who HE believes will walk away from the tournament with the ultimate prize. Roxxie cannot help but glance at her beloved, a slight look of what almost appears to be jealousy in her eyes.
WINNER: JOEY HARRIS
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[We open up the backstage area with Schmied sitting in the corner, smiling sadistically. Schmied's sitting in a rocking chair and immediately rocking back and forth looking into the corner so innocently. He looks completely de-void of any of his humanity as he sits back and rocks back and forth...back and forth with the music playing in the back ground...over...and over...and over again.]
Schmied: I'm a good little boy....I'm a good boy mommy....I'm not that bad....why would you say that mommy? No....don't bring daddy in here.....NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[Schmied immediately shrieks out loudly with a blood curdling scream. He then immediately looks off at the wall completely blank, expressionlessly. His face looks dead as Zion immediately stands in the back of the chair. Looking rather perplexed, Zion smacks Schmied on the back of the head to get his attention. Schmied just sits there and looks and ignores Zion.]
Darin Zion: Where the hell were you? Pariah just annihilated us out there and you're supposed to play back up!
[Schmied immediately starts to sway back and forth in the chair, ignoring the sounds of Darin Zion's annoying voice. His eyes look completely devoid again.]
Darin Zion: Schmied? Earth to the planet dumb! I know you're mad about your fucking loss I know you're not perfect in your own world. But you've got to come down out of this shit and realize your fucking Schmied. You're a beast...an animal. You have something to live for man. I know I've been harsh on you, but man...you've just got to come back man. Really? For me?
[Schmied immediately gets up off the rocking chair and grabs a boom box near the corner and smashes it against the wall. The lights immediately turn back to the normal color in the office and Schmied just looks at Zion and smiles, rather creepy. His toothless grin comes off and his eyes widen as Zion immediately backs off.]
Schmied: Don't worry...I've got your back....daddy.....I'm a good little boy.....I'm such a good little boy.
[Schmied walks out of the scene and Zion immediately looks completely spooked. Zion immediately walks towards the couch and flops down on it. Morgana comes in with a black evening gown on and she immediately strokes Zion's shoulders, flirting with him.]
Morgana: What's wrong dear? Did my plan back fire?
Darin Zion: Yes, actually quite a lot. Schmied's still just being a fucking retard. I know you're his biggest supporter right now. You've stood by his heart, but something really feels off about Schmied. It's almost like...he's lost his mind.
Morgana: He has pretty much. He's only known perfection for the last few years. You remember how you found him. He basically sat there as a complete blank slate. Those neo-nazis you found him with...well he couldn't remember anything...
[Zion takes a deep breath and relaxes back into Morgana's lap as she lays on the couch. He smiles as he lays contently with Morgana. She rubs his shoulders and starts to kiss him around his neck. She starts to seduce him ever so slowly.]
Darin Zion: Yes, I know....it's just now tonight I've literally lost everything. I've lost Schmied I feel...I'm losing my friends...losing my title...my ownership. I just cannot get the fact that people seem out to get me. Everyone's out to destroy my legacy. I've built PWX up from the ground up....I've built this up with my own two hands. And now people from every which way don't agree with my standards. I created this company and it feels like...something...
[Morgana immediately kisses Darin on the lips and they start to make out at the disgust of the crowd. Morgana stops and puts her finger across Darin's lips. She starts to whisper into his ear and they both laugh. She rubs him on the back for a moment and looks at him.]
Morgana: Relax baby...no one's out to get you. Besides, there's one last thing you've got...
Darin Zion: Oh yeah and what's that...
[Morgana starts to move in for the kiss to relax him.]
Morgana: ME!
[Zion immediately starts to kiss Morgana and they start getting more and more passionate as the scene slowly fades to black.]
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MAIN EVENT
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS BATTLE ROYAL
The cameras quickly pan to the backstage area where you could see Mascara Muerto being attacked by Vox near the entrance area.
"This isn't fair at all. Come on!"
"Oh shut the hell up! They deserve this. Vox taking out their enemies before the battle royal even begins. One step closer to winning this match if you ask me."
"Let us get to this match and away from this crazy carnage."
As the last of the jobber class makes their way down to the ring, you could see some of the other competitors that were standing in the ring waiting for the bell to ring. Jarome Owens and Masked Bob Dole posed for the camera and then entered the ring. The fans were going crazy and the bell sounded. All thirteen competitors are in the ring staring a hole in each other. Siobhan Townsend made the first move as she walked over and slapped Tifa BonJovi across her face. That got a quick reaction from Tifa's stablemate Axl VanHalen as he spun Siobhan around and clocked her with a closed right fist. As the fight between those three stars ensued, a fight was going on between returning Marisol Hawkes and Elijah Black. Elijah clocks Marisol with a few stiff chops across the chest and Marisol falls back into the ring ropes. Elijah charges at Marisol, but Marisol ducks and the momentum from Elijah sends Elijah over the top rope. Elijah landed on the ring apron and as Marisol went to try and attack Elijah, he headbutted her midsection. Marisol stumbled backward into Kaelyn Divera and the two women were now in a fight. On the opposite side of the ring, Axl was attempting to throw Siobhan over the top rope. Masked Bob Dole did a quaint little dance over towards Axl and then taps Axl on the shoulder. Axl ignored it at first and Dole continued to dance around as he raked his nails down the back of Axl. Axl let go of Siobhan and turned around with an evil glare on his face. Dole danced in front of Axl before taking his hand and doing a waltz with him.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"The fans are enjoying Dancing with Dole."
Axl jerked away from Dole and Dole sucker punched Axl square in the nose. Axl held his nose in pain and Dole just laughed. Dole was met with a low blow from Marisol Hawkes however. As Dole fell to his knees, Axl grabbed Dole by the hair and picked him up over his shoulder. Dole was kicking and screaming like a little girl, but Axl wouldn't have none of it and Axl tossed Dole over the top rope..
MASKED BOB DOLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
As the camera quickly panned back inside the ring, we could see Elijah Black trying to toss Tifa over the top rope. Sterling James joined in on this and Tifa went over the top rope, but landed back first on the ring apron. Sterling and Elijah exchanged chops in one corner while Marisol and Frenchie Hughes exchanged hair tips in the other corner. Marisol was showing Frenchie how she got her hair to look so good for the match. Frenchie leaned against the ropes to listen for more hair tips when Marisol heard screaming from behind. Marisol moved out of the way of a Jason Richards clothesline and Frenchie was clotheslined over the top rope....
FRENCHIE HUGHES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Marisol laughed at Frenchie, pointing at her when she bumped into someone. Marisol quickly turned around to see her boyfriend Sterling James glaring at her. Marisol smirked and nodded her head as she knew what needed to be done. Marisol slapped Sterling across the face and his head snapped back to glare at her. Marisol knew that she was in trouble but didn't care. Marisol was turned around by Kaelyn Divera and was greeted with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT. Sterling just sat back and watched at Marisol and Kaelyn were exchanging punches in the middle of the ring. All of the sudden, the women stopped and looked over at Sterling and his big grin on his face. Marisol chuckled and charged at Sterling. Sterling bit his lip and threw Marisol over the top rope. Marisol landed on the top rope and Sterling turned to see this. Marisol tried to punch Sterling, but Sterling blocked it and kicked her knee through the rope. Marisol fell to one knee on the ring apron, but didn't fall out of contention. Marisol headbutted Sterling in the midsection and then attempted a top rope cross body. Before Marisol could even leave the top rope, Sterling was quick to shove Marisol off of the top rope. Marisol landed hard outside of the ring.
MARISOL HAWKES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sterling was quick to turn around to a kick to the midsection by Siobhan Townsend followed by a DDT. Sterling rolled under the bottom turnbuckle and stayed there as Siobhan quickly turned around to see Tifa BonJovi standing in front of her. Tifa smirked and slapped Siobhan across the face. Siobhan laughed in Tifa's face and dared her to do it again. Tifa attempted to slap Siobhan again, but Siobhan ducked the slap and delivered a kick to the knee of Tifa. While this was going on, both Frenchie Hughes and Masked Bob Dole come back down the ramp and stand near the ring.
"Are we going to see some more of Dancing with Dole?"
"I hope not. I could beat him in a foxtrot no sweat."
"I would really like to see you attempt that later."
Masked Bob Dole and Frenchie hopped up on the ring apron and Axl noticed this real quick. Tifa turned her attention away from Siobhan and towards Frenchie. As the four were fighting near the ring ropes, Sterling made his way back up and he motioned for Siobhan to toss Tifa over the top rope while he tossed Axl over the top rope. Siobhan shrugged and Sterling motioned for Dole and Frenchie to get out of the way. As the jobbers got out of the way, Axl and Tifa stood on the middle ropes motioning for the two to come back and fight again. The jobbers laughed as Sterling and Siobhan easily tosses the two members of the CwO out of the ring.
AXL VANHALEN AND TIFA BONJOVI HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Axl quickly stood up and got in the face of the ref. Tifa was on the floor looking up at Jarome Owens and Vanilla Bush laughing at them. Sterling made quick work of Vanilla by tossing him over the top rope with a fireman's carry.
VANILLA BUSH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Jarome looked on in shock as he was the only jobber that was left standing in the match. Elijah didn't take to kind to seeing this and he did something about it. Elijah quickly made his way over to Jarome and clocked him with some stiff shoulders to his back. Jarome fell into a heap on the mat and Elijah took advantage of this shot. Elijah pulled Jarome back up and leaned him against the top rope. Elijah saw a moment to get a good head of steam, and as the fans were going crazy for someone, Elijah charged towards Jarome. Mascara Muerto quickly made their way to the ring and pulled the top rope down as Elijah clotheslined Jarome. Both of the men went over the top rope and onto the floor.
ELIJAH BLACK AND JAROME OWENS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
"We are down to the final five people!"
Elijah started
"Sterling James, Jason Richards, Siobhan Townsend, Kaelyn Divera and Robb Hardy are in line to win this match. Who wants it more?!"
All of a sudden, "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts all over the arena as the crowd begin to heavily boo.
"WHAT?!"
Brian Hollywood makes his way out with a mic in his hand and a smile on his face.
"What the hell is going on here!? Why is Hollywood out here?!"
"MR. Hollywood must be out here for a good reason! It doesn't really matter because any reason is a good reason!"
Hollywood starts to make his way down to the ramp.
Hollywood: As you know, I own this place so before this match comes truly to an end, I am hereby ENTERING myself into the Opportunity Knocks Battle Royal!
"HOLY SHIT!!"
"Oh this is gonna be good!"
As Hollywood enters the ring, the remaining five look on towards Hollywood as they seemed angered and irritated that Hollywood is even in this match. Hollywood's smile goes away, however, as the remaining five charge at Hollywood. Hollywood is holding is own, though, as he takes Robb Hardy down with a hard right. He blocks Richards and tosses him into the corner turnbuckle. Divera dives towards Hollywood but Hollywood decks her with an elbow. Sterling and Siobhan get the upper hand and start leveling Hollywood with lefts and rights. Sterling throws a hard punch at Hollywood and this causes Hollywood to stumble back. Richards happens to turn around and deliver a spinning wheel kick that launches Hollywood straight over the top rope.
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
"Well that was fast!"
"That's fucked up! Mr. Hollywood didn't deserve that!"
Hollywood looks up angrily at Richards who smiles with happiness about Hollywood's elimination. Hollywood looks on in frustration and simply makes an obscene gesture to the rest of the competitors in the ring and to the crowd and walks off to the back. Richards smiles and waves good bye to Hollywood. Richards turns around...
Sterling quickly charged at Jason Richards, who was holding his ribs from a beat down earlier from Robb Hardy. Jason gasped for air after Sterling kicked him in the gut and threw him into the corner. Sterling was delivering stiff rights and lefts to Jason’s midsection while Robb Hardy was being attacked by both Kaelyn and Siobhan. The fans were going crazy as Sterling was trying to send Jason over the top rope and at the same time, the women were trying to send Robb over the top rope. Robb tried to squirm out of his tough spot but Kaelyn elbowed Robb in his face and that stopped the squirming man from trying to get out of the spot he was in. The fans on the opposite side of the ring were going nuts because Jason Richards was trying to take Sterling over the top rope by way of a hurricanrana. Sterling landed on the ring apron and so did Jason Richards. The two men exchanged uppercuts and right hands, each holding onto the top rope for balance. Sterling slipped and grabbed onto the top rope with both hands. Sterling then dodged a quick left hand from Jason and lept up for a drop kick to the face. The kick connected and Jason lost his balance as he came crashing down to the floor.
JASON RICHARDS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Sterling tried to gather his composure on the ring apron, but before he could get back into the ring Kaelyn delivered a stiff drop kick to the back of Sterling’s head. The fans were going nuts because as Sterling fell to the floor, Siobhan sent Robb Hardy over the top rope after he charged at her and she sent him over the top rope via a back body drop.
ROBB HARDY AND STERLING JAMES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Kaelyn and Siobhan turned to face each other with tired expressions on their faces. Siobhan smirked and the two locked up in the middle of the ring. Kaelyn got the upper hand however as she delivered a stiff few elbows to Siobhan's face. The pair made it to the ropes and Siobhan tried to block the punches that were being delivered from Kaelyn. Kaelyn quickly irish whipped her into the ropes across the ring from her and Kaelyn clotheslined her over the top rope and then fell into the middle of the ring looking around.
SIOBHAN TOWNSEND HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!
"KAELYN HAS DONE IT!!"
"I was rooting for her the whole time!"
"Now that this battle royal has concluded, the remaining winners of the other matches and Divera will face off in more competition next week as this battle roars on! Thank you for joining us here tonight everyone and well see you next week! Goodnight everyone!"
WINNER: KAELYN DIVERA
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