Post by PWXonline on May 21, 2014 23:50:23 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 79: THE OPPORTUNITY CONTINUES
HARA ARENA
DAYTON, OHIO
WEDNESDAY, MAY 21ST, 2014
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The match with Hunter Jay and Jason Richards was supposed to have started, the competitors no place to be seen. The cameras suddenly pan to a dimly lit part of backstage area, where Hunter Jay and Jason Richards are both laid out cold on the concrete floor. The sound of the match being struck fills the air and kneeling down is Sterling James, proud of his work. He blows the match out, sitting Indian style next to the fallen bodies.
"I grow impatient."
His head looks around for any other signs of life, to add to the chaos already caused. When there is none, he looks back down and then looks up again, the dim light catching a smirk.
"I grow impatient with the bosses of PWX. One week and then I'm out? Oh no no, the Dark Rebel has none of that. See this? This chaos in front of you is just a small taste. I will hold this show hostage if I have to, I want one person. I want the one who has caused this mess from the very beginning in PWX.
I want Tiami Tyler."
He smiles wide, shaking his head.
"I hear there is a Civil War match at the upcoming pay per view? I also hear that John Pariah is looking for soldiers to align with. Look no further. I can cause mass chaos, hell it will look like an atom bomb went off in that ring. You want to make sure PWX lives on, I am its life blood. The past caame through men such as JPO, the present is men such as yourself John. Honorable men who did whatever it took to make PWX as strong as it is. I am its future. I will stand side by side with you. Not the greedy Troy Stone, not the arrogant Timothy Hunt. I am a TRUE man that will stand by your side.
Think about it John. You need men, I need an answer. Sooner rather than later."
Sterling gets up, looks down at the fallen bodies and walks off. The cameras go back out to the ring.
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SINGLES MATCH
ANTON CHASE vs ASSASSIN
The lights dim as “The Chauffeur” comes over the PA as Assassin walks out to the top of the ramp as the lights flicker as we see his face covered by some sort of mask with a logo on it. Assassin
Alexis Lace: Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada weighing 275 pounds Assassin!!!!
Assassin makes his way to the bottom of the ramp and approaches the apron as he climbs up onto it stepping through the ropes as he enters the ring. Assassin walks to the middle of the ring removing the mask from his face as he lifts it up in the air before tossing the mask into the crowd as he waits for the bell to ring.
As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.
Chris: Both competitors look ready to go here.
Ding Ding Ding
Anton hops down from the ring ropes and focuses his eyes on the much larger Assassin standing across the ring. The two lock up in the center of the ring. Pushing back and forth trying to gain an advantage. Anton comes out and drops his opponent down with a wristlock. Assassin is on his knee grimacing in pain as Chase is wrenching back more on the wrist. He delivers a swift kick to the ribs of Assassin. Assassin on the ground is sucking wind.
Ricky: Assassin looks like he doesn’t want to be here.
Chris: It looks to me like he might have tears in his eyes.
Anton Chase makes his way over to his downed opponent and delivers a few kicks to the back of his head. Lifting his opponent up from the head Anton spins him around and locks him in a belly to back hold. Lifting him up he drives his opponent down to the mat with the Chaos Theory.
Chris: Chaos Theory!!
Anton drops to his knees and hooks a leg for the pin.
1..
2..
3!..
DING DING DING!
Ricky: Pretty dominant match there from Anton Chase.
Chris: Assassin has all that muscle… for what?!
Ricky: Nothing!
WINNER: ANTON CHASE
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[The camera cuts backstage to where John Pariah is leaning against a wall, his expression contemplative. Just what he’s considering is anyone’s guess-- and that’s what it stays since he’s suddenly glancing to his left, a brow arched in faint perplexedness. He looks like he planted a rose and somehow got a metal spatula, as a matter of fact.]
John Pariah: ...can I… help you?
Dominic Townsend: Good day, sir! I say good day!
[The Steampunk Prince all but slides into view, a hand reaching up to secure his top hat while his cane is deposited beneath his arm with something of a flourish. Bearing a smile that could melt the iciest of glaciers, he leans in toward John Pariah without a single regard for his personal space.]
Dominic Townsend: I must say, your speech was moving! Compelling! Wrought with much emotion and such desire to save the glorious PWX from the wicked ne’er do wells that claim lordship over this dominion! I am touched! Filled with inspiration! Welling with...glorious enthusiasm!
[While Pariah can at least manage a faint smile, he still looks baffled. It is important to note that this reaction to Dominic? Entirely normal.]
John Pariah: ...uh...huh. Thanks.
[One can all but hear the ‘I think.’ that follows that last word, although the Steampunk Prince remains oblivious. Instead,he twists in place in a grandiose twirl before settling once more.]
Dominic Townsend: You are right to seek comeuppance for those Jackanapes’ tomfoolery! As such, I come bearing gifts! Wonderful gifts of splendor and joy and the occasional broken jaw! Gifts known as Siobhan Townsend! Yes, yes...she shall serve as your hammer of justice, much like Mog serves as a fuzzy, winged, wobbly pommed dancer of ELEMENTAL WRATH!
[Cackling madly for a few long moments, the Steampunk Prince seems lost within his own world before he’s suddenly going quiet. Looking perplexed, his hand rises to scratch at his chin.]
Dominic Townsend: ...But how do they do it? Yes, most ponderous. Moogles are strange creatures, with their mail services and their fuzziness and their tiny floaty kawaii-desu...How can a mere dance produce such catastrophic thing? Are they in league with dark forces that only Nog’Shaggoth dare speak of? NO! PREPOSTEROUS! MOOGLES WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING! THEIR MESSAGE IS THAT OF LOVE AND KUPO NUTS! THE KUPO WOULD NEVER ALIGN THEMSELVES WITH SUCH GIBBERING MADNESS! NEVER! NEVEEEEE--
[The source of Dominic suddenly going quiet is revealed to be none other than the Requiem herself. Her expression a mask of indifference, Siobhan Townsend’s voice comes out in a soft, nearly dull with a lack of emotion tone. For his part, John wisely steps backward a bit to let the two sort it out amongst themselves.]
Siobhan Townsend: ...what did you volunteer me for this time?
[Freezing in place, Dominic seems to go through a moment described only as ‘oh shit’ as he stands there before he’s turning sidelong to address his wife...with the most adorable, sappy smile that he can only hope would temper any potential displeasure.]
Dominic Townsend: Uhm….a-ah….a grand battle against the various and sundry individuals who qualify as….’discarded jock straps’ for the very soul of the company my lovely, beautiful and undoubtedly super kamehameha sexy wife works for?
Siobhan Townsend: ...mm.
[That lone syllable is all the more that escapes the blond as her gaze turns from the frantically-fluttering-his-lashes look of her husband to the other man in the shot. For a moment, she simply contemplates John Pariah as she regards him with the frigid deeps of her gaze-- but ultimately? A faint nod is offered, along with her hand reaching out.]
Siobhan Townsend: ...I accept.
[Those two words are enough to have a more genuine smile making its way onto John’s lips, his hand taking the Requiem’s for a firm handshake.]
John Pariah: Welcome aboard. It’s good to have you.
[...While the moment seems set in stone, there appears to be a problem. Namely, the constant shifting volume of a throat being cleared numerous times as the Steampunk Prince adjusts his cravate with an expectant look upon his face. Ultimately, it is Siobhan that moves to correct the matter-- her hand shifting John’s over toward her husband while her other takes hold of Dominic’s own. It’s a simple matter, from there, of slipping her hand out to let the two shake hands...which has Dominic making something of an excited ‘Eeee~!’ noise as he shakes Pariah’s hand rather...enthusiastically. One has to wonder if John realizes just what he’s gotten himself into as the scene cuts elsewhere.]
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The room was dark and all you could see what the light of what appeared to be a Kindle Fire near a wall. The music was that of soft rock music and Marisol Hawkes was sitting under the light. She lit a few candles and she started to speak.
"So I am sitting here in Fairborn in my home and I hear that John Pariah is looking for some warriors. Warriors that are willing to do whatever it takes to take down the Establishment and what they stand for...well count me in John. I will stand by your side in order to bring this company back to its former glory when you were around."
Marisol looked around the room and she turned off her kindle. Marisol then looked over at the camera and smirked.
"You see there is a war. A war in which good versus evil doesn't begin to cover the vast array of personalities that encompass this fight. John Pariah came back to try and save PWX and he has started that. However he needs reinforcements in order to make sure that the Establishment doesn't continue to poison this company. That is where I come in."
Marisol takes a deep breath in and you can see a smirk forming on the face of the red headed woman. Marisol clapped her hands slowly and chuckled a bit before speaking again.
"I hear that John Pariah is looking for a few good people to side with him if you will to bring PWX back to former glory. I came to PWX a long time ago and John accepted me in with open arms. Now John Pariah I come to you. I welcome you with open arms into our home....OUR PWX home once more. I stand by you at Civil War with my boyfriend Sterling to make sure that the Establishment falls."
Marisol chuckles again and moves two of the candles to stretch out her right leg. Marisol stretches for a quick moment before she speaks again.
"Tiami and I have had our spats over social media, but nothing beats talking like a good fight. I will see you folks soon and John, you know you can trust me."
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OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS PWX CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNEY MATCH
CALEB HOUSTON vs BROCK WHITWORTH
As the bell rings Brock Whitworth and Caleb Houston stand in their respective corners eyes locked on one another. Each of them was trying to intimidate their opponent. Only problem was no one was going to back down. Brock crosses one arm in front of his body, and stretches lightly. Caleb bounces from his right foot to his left foot shaking his arms out as he does so. He begins to take a few steps to his right, and Brock follows in line. The two are now getting closer… and closer. Brock shoots in for a collar and elbow tie up, but Caleb quickly ‘olays’ him. He laughs slightly and waves a finger in front of Brock.
Ricky: ‘Caleb is working on getting inside the mid of his opponent here.’
Chris: ‘That’s for sure. You can’t break what you can’t touch!’
Brock again shoots in. This time Caleb allows his opponent to grab him. Caleb slowly backs up to the ropes. Brock begins to lean him over the top. Using his quickness Caleb slides out from the hold bringing Brocks right arm around his back. With the wrist control Caleb begins to wrench the wrist up to the top of Brocks back. Grimacing in pain Brock uses his free hand and begins to smack his should trying to wake it back up. Caleb can be seen talking down to his opponent as he continues to wrench the arm up.
Chris: ‘Houston said he was going to break Brock. He pulls on that wrist a few more times that could be the end of Whitworths arm!’
Ricky: ‘BREAK IT CALEB!’
Caleb delivers a swift kick to the back of Brocks knee. There is a loud smack as his shoe connects with the back of Brocks leg. Brock drops down onto his knee as his leg gives out. Caleb pulls Brocks right arm out to the side, and begins to rip on it a bit more. Punching the mat with his good hand Brock is now starting to look angered. He pushes himself back up to a standing position, and uses his strength to pull Caleb toward him. He connects with a huge clothesline which sends Caleb flopping down to the mat. As his opponent hits the mat Brock grabs his right arm out of pain.
Chris: ‘Brock almost took Houstons head off with that clothesline.’
Shaking his arm out Brock focuses his attention back to Caleb. Who is now crawling on all fours in the ring as he is trying to regain his breath. Brock can be heard shouting ‘Get Up!’ to his opponent as he delivers kicks to the side of Calebs ribcage. ‘Get up!’ Another kick delivered to the side of Caleb.
Ricky: ‘These two men called each other out in their shoots this week.. And it didn’t end there’
Chris: ‘Brock Whithworth is just too strong for Caleb Houston. Brock called it right. Caleb talks a big game, but doesn’t back it up.’
Ricky: ‘Easy killer. It’s still early in the match.’
Brock bends down and grabs Caleb beneath his chin, and by the back of his head, lifting him to a standing position. He grabs Calebs arm, and presses his shoulder against his own. With all his might he whips Caleb across the ring and into the far turnbuckle. Calebs body turns as he hits the turnbuckle, and he goes flipping out of the ring. His head coming inches from hitting the corner of the steel steps. Brock pounds his right fist against his chest in a show of strength. He makes his way over to the ropes, and steps out of the ring between the second and third rope. He drops down to the floor below reaching out and smacking hands with a few eager fans.
Ricky: ‘This is going to get dangerous.’
Chris: ‘I wouldn’t want to be sitting in the first row tonight..’
1…
The referee starts his count as Brock walks over to the lifeless Caleb Houston. He bends down to pick up his opponent, but Caleb was only playing dead. He wraps both of his arms around Brocks ankles, and sweeps his feet out from beneath him. Brock does down hard. The back of his head bouncing off the small padding around the ring.
5..
Chris: ‘Caleb did a great job playing possum there. Brock had no idea that was coming.’
7..
Caleb gets to his feet, rolls under the bottom rope, and quickly back out of the ring. Resetting the referees 10 count. The ref calls out to Houston to get the action back in the ring, but Caleb shrugs it off. He picks Brock up from the floor, and whips him across the floor his back connecting with the barrier around the fans. As his back connects Brock steps forward both of his hands gripping his lower back.
6!..
Caleb grabs the back of Brocks head and steers him toward the ring apron. Caleb drives Brocks face off the mat for good measure before sliding him back into the ring. Caleb slides back into the ring, and drags his opponent to the center. Once he has him in position Caleb takes off in a sprint toward the turnbuckle, and leaps onto the top rope. He taunts the crowd up a bit before he leaps backwards performing a beautiful moonsault. Brock sees his opponent falling toward him, and lifts his knees up into the air. Calebs stomach comes crashing across Brocks knees. Bouncing off Caleb immediately reached for his stomach as he flopped backwards on his back.
Ricky: ‘Great ring presence there from Brock to get his knees up there at the last second!’
Chris: ‘Caleb, wasted too much time playing with the crowd there. That just cost him that move, and it may end up costing him the match.’
Caleb is laying there on his back writhing in pain as Brock is slowly getting back to his feet. Brock approaches his downed opponent and grabs each of his legs. Taking one foot in each hand Brock spreads Calebs legs apart before stomping down on his opponents injured stomach. After stomping him three times Brock lets go of Calebs legs. He then dives down for the cover hooking a leg in the process.
1…
2..
Thr—KICKOUT!
Ricky: ‘Almost got him!’
Chris: ‘Brock seems to think he got the win.’
Brock glares at the referee when he insists Caleb got his right shoulder up just in the nick of time. Angered Brock picks Caleb back up to his feet and whips him toward the ropes. As Caleb comes rebounding Brock grabs his head, and spins, delivering a beautiful spinning neck breaker. Brock quickly sits up and smiles at the crowd as he looks down at his opponent. He slaps Caleb across the face before he stands back on his feet. Again Brock pulls Caleb to his feet. He whips him into the ropes again, and on the rebound Brock bends down to deliver a back body drop. Caleb recognizes the move coming and spins. Placing his back on Brocks he flips over his opponent. Before Brock can recover Caleb uses his right leg to sweep through the legs of his opponent. Brock flops down onto his back.
Chris: ‘Beautiful recovery there by Caleb.’
Ricky: ‘Now that’s what I like to call poetry in motion!’
Caleb backs into the corner of the ring, and slowly catches his breath as Brock makes his way to his feet. Caleb doesn’t remove his gaze from Brock, and once Brock is back on his feet Caleb approaches him. He begins to pepper his shins, and thighs with leg kicks. The crowd getting behind each kick. Caleb goes for the finishing blow and directs a spinning kick right toward Brocks head. Brock ducks underneath the kick. As Caleb spins around Brock grabs him, and lifts him into the air. Dropping his tailbone across his knee. Wincing in pain Caleb hobbled to the ropes, and grabbed them to give himself a bit more stability.
Chris: ‘Atomic Drop!’
Ricky: ‘Again, great ring presence there from Brock. He’s on top of his game tonight.’
Brock approaches Caleb and drills him with a beautiful European upper cut. Calebs head flops backwards, and on the rebound he is met with another European upper cut.
Chris: ‘Looks like Brock is slowly starting to put this match away.’
Regaining his composure Caleb places both of his hands on Brocks chest, and uses all his might to shove him backwards. He yells out in anger before be approaches his opponent, and clinches up with him. Delivering a few stiff knees to Brocks chest. Brock locks both of his forearms underneath the elbows of Caleb to block any shots from hitting his face. He uses his strength and rips his arms upward breaking Calebs grip. Brock throws a few wild punches but Caleb backs away and ducks underneath all of them. Blowing fake kisses at his opponent.
Ricky: ‘Caleb is starting to get very cocky inside the ring. Is this what he was talking about when he said he was going to get inside the head of his opponent?’
Chris: ‘I’m not sure, but I can see the anger building inside of Brock. This may be one person Caleb doesn’t want to piss off.’
Caleb steps forward and delivers a punch that connects flush with Brocks cheek. Sending him back a step. Regaining his footing Brock returns with a punch. Connecting with Calebs forehead. The two stand in the center of the ring, and continue throwing punches at one another. Each of them connecting, Neither man wants to break. Neither man will give up.
Chris: ‘These two are throwing bombs in there!’
Ricky: ‘The crowd is really getting behind this one. Who’s head is going to pop first?’
As each punch connects the crowd gets louder, and louder. The fans are now chanting ‘This is awesome!’ as each punch is thrown. Brock growing progressively angrier, and Caleb is just smiling through the punches. Caleb punches his own chin a few times. Taunting Brock. The words ‘let’s go’ can be hear yelled out. Brock spins, and as he spins he lifts his right elbow. Going for the Kill Shot. Ducking underneath Caleb threw a right kick that connected flush with Brocks chin. Brocks eyes roll to the back of his head, and his arms go stiff as he falls flat onto his back. Caleb drops down to his knees, and goes for a pin.
1!..
2!..
Thre-
Kickout!
With a millisecond left Brock barely gets his left shoulder off of the mat. Caleb can’t believe it. He drops his head in disappointment.
Ricky: ‘HE HAD IT! THAT WAS 3!’
Chris: ‘Not according to the ref. He got his shoulder up right in the nick of time.’
Dejected Caleb gets to his feet. Brock is still on the mat shaking the cobwebs out. Caleb begins screaming at the referee as he feels like he was given a slow count. Brock is now on his feet he is staggering a bit, but slowly being to regain his composure. Caleb still right in the referees face. He has him backed into a corner. He turns around in time to see Brock approaching him.
Caleb surprises Brock and grabs him and delivers the Gold Rush successfully as he plants Brock down into the mat.
Caleb drops to his knees for the cover.
1…
2..
3!..
Ding Ding Ding!
Chris: ‘What a match!’
Ricky: Caleb is moving on to the next round of the PWX Championship tourney!
Chris: 'Yes, but give Whitworth some huge credit, he sure did his best!'
Ricky: 'Whitworth knew it was only a matter of time before he was going down.'
Chris: 'That may be, but Brock fought his heart out like any true wrestler should! Brock, feel NO shame! You were awesome tonight!'
WINNER: CALEB HOUSTON
CALEB HOUSTON vs BROCK WHITWORTH
As the bell rings Brock Whitworth and Caleb Houston stand in their respective corners eyes locked on one another. Each of them was trying to intimidate their opponent. Only problem was no one was going to back down. Brock crosses one arm in front of his body, and stretches lightly. Caleb bounces from his right foot to his left foot shaking his arms out as he does so. He begins to take a few steps to his right, and Brock follows in line. The two are now getting closer… and closer. Brock shoots in for a collar and elbow tie up, but Caleb quickly ‘olays’ him. He laughs slightly and waves a finger in front of Brock.
Ricky: ‘Caleb is working on getting inside the mid of his opponent here.’
Chris: ‘That’s for sure. You can’t break what you can’t touch!’
Brock again shoots in. This time Caleb allows his opponent to grab him. Caleb slowly backs up to the ropes. Brock begins to lean him over the top. Using his quickness Caleb slides out from the hold bringing Brocks right arm around his back. With the wrist control Caleb begins to wrench the wrist up to the top of Brocks back. Grimacing in pain Brock uses his free hand and begins to smack his should trying to wake it back up. Caleb can be seen talking down to his opponent as he continues to wrench the arm up.
Chris: ‘Houston said he was going to break Brock. He pulls on that wrist a few more times that could be the end of Whitworths arm!’
Ricky: ‘BREAK IT CALEB!’
Caleb delivers a swift kick to the back of Brocks knee. There is a loud smack as his shoe connects with the back of Brocks leg. Brock drops down onto his knee as his leg gives out. Caleb pulls Brocks right arm out to the side, and begins to rip on it a bit more. Punching the mat with his good hand Brock is now starting to look angered. He pushes himself back up to a standing position, and uses his strength to pull Caleb toward him. He connects with a huge clothesline which sends Caleb flopping down to the mat. As his opponent hits the mat Brock grabs his right arm out of pain.
Chris: ‘Brock almost took Houstons head off with that clothesline.’
Shaking his arm out Brock focuses his attention back to Caleb. Who is now crawling on all fours in the ring as he is trying to regain his breath. Brock can be heard shouting ‘Get Up!’ to his opponent as he delivers kicks to the side of Calebs ribcage. ‘Get up!’ Another kick delivered to the side of Caleb.
Ricky: ‘These two men called each other out in their shoots this week.. And it didn’t end there’
Chris: ‘Brock Whithworth is just too strong for Caleb Houston. Brock called it right. Caleb talks a big game, but doesn’t back it up.’
Ricky: ‘Easy killer. It’s still early in the match.’
Brock bends down and grabs Caleb beneath his chin, and by the back of his head, lifting him to a standing position. He grabs Calebs arm, and presses his shoulder against his own. With all his might he whips Caleb across the ring and into the far turnbuckle. Calebs body turns as he hits the turnbuckle, and he goes flipping out of the ring. His head coming inches from hitting the corner of the steel steps. Brock pounds his right fist against his chest in a show of strength. He makes his way over to the ropes, and steps out of the ring between the second and third rope. He drops down to the floor below reaching out and smacking hands with a few eager fans.
Ricky: ‘This is going to get dangerous.’
Chris: ‘I wouldn’t want to be sitting in the first row tonight..’
1…
The referee starts his count as Brock walks over to the lifeless Caleb Houston. He bends down to pick up his opponent, but Caleb was only playing dead. He wraps both of his arms around Brocks ankles, and sweeps his feet out from beneath him. Brock does down hard. The back of his head bouncing off the small padding around the ring.
5..
Chris: ‘Caleb did a great job playing possum there. Brock had no idea that was coming.’
7..
Caleb gets to his feet, rolls under the bottom rope, and quickly back out of the ring. Resetting the referees 10 count. The ref calls out to Houston to get the action back in the ring, but Caleb shrugs it off. He picks Brock up from the floor, and whips him across the floor his back connecting with the barrier around the fans. As his back connects Brock steps forward both of his hands gripping his lower back.
6!..
Caleb grabs the back of Brocks head and steers him toward the ring apron. Caleb drives Brocks face off the mat for good measure before sliding him back into the ring. Caleb slides back into the ring, and drags his opponent to the center. Once he has him in position Caleb takes off in a sprint toward the turnbuckle, and leaps onto the top rope. He taunts the crowd up a bit before he leaps backwards performing a beautiful moonsault. Brock sees his opponent falling toward him, and lifts his knees up into the air. Calebs stomach comes crashing across Brocks knees. Bouncing off Caleb immediately reached for his stomach as he flopped backwards on his back.
Ricky: ‘Great ring presence there from Brock to get his knees up there at the last second!’
Chris: ‘Caleb, wasted too much time playing with the crowd there. That just cost him that move, and it may end up costing him the match.’
Caleb is laying there on his back writhing in pain as Brock is slowly getting back to his feet. Brock approaches his downed opponent and grabs each of his legs. Taking one foot in each hand Brock spreads Calebs legs apart before stomping down on his opponents injured stomach. After stomping him three times Brock lets go of Calebs legs. He then dives down for the cover hooking a leg in the process.
1…
2..
Thr—KICKOUT!
Ricky: ‘Almost got him!’
Chris: ‘Brock seems to think he got the win.’
Brock glares at the referee when he insists Caleb got his right shoulder up just in the nick of time. Angered Brock picks Caleb back up to his feet and whips him toward the ropes. As Caleb comes rebounding Brock grabs his head, and spins, delivering a beautiful spinning neck breaker. Brock quickly sits up and smiles at the crowd as he looks down at his opponent. He slaps Caleb across the face before he stands back on his feet. Again Brock pulls Caleb to his feet. He whips him into the ropes again, and on the rebound Brock bends down to deliver a back body drop. Caleb recognizes the move coming and spins. Placing his back on Brocks he flips over his opponent. Before Brock can recover Caleb uses his right leg to sweep through the legs of his opponent. Brock flops down onto his back.
Chris: ‘Beautiful recovery there by Caleb.’
Ricky: ‘Now that’s what I like to call poetry in motion!’
Caleb backs into the corner of the ring, and slowly catches his breath as Brock makes his way to his feet. Caleb doesn’t remove his gaze from Brock, and once Brock is back on his feet Caleb approaches him. He begins to pepper his shins, and thighs with leg kicks. The crowd getting behind each kick. Caleb goes for the finishing blow and directs a spinning kick right toward Brocks head. Brock ducks underneath the kick. As Caleb spins around Brock grabs him, and lifts him into the air. Dropping his tailbone across his knee. Wincing in pain Caleb hobbled to the ropes, and grabbed them to give himself a bit more stability.
Chris: ‘Atomic Drop!’
Ricky: ‘Again, great ring presence there from Brock. He’s on top of his game tonight.’
Brock approaches Caleb and drills him with a beautiful European upper cut. Calebs head flops backwards, and on the rebound he is met with another European upper cut.
Chris: ‘Looks like Brock is slowly starting to put this match away.’
Regaining his composure Caleb places both of his hands on Brocks chest, and uses all his might to shove him backwards. He yells out in anger before be approaches his opponent, and clinches up with him. Delivering a few stiff knees to Brocks chest. Brock locks both of his forearms underneath the elbows of Caleb to block any shots from hitting his face. He uses his strength and rips his arms upward breaking Calebs grip. Brock throws a few wild punches but Caleb backs away and ducks underneath all of them. Blowing fake kisses at his opponent.
Ricky: ‘Caleb is starting to get very cocky inside the ring. Is this what he was talking about when he said he was going to get inside the head of his opponent?’
Chris: ‘I’m not sure, but I can see the anger building inside of Brock. This may be one person Caleb doesn’t want to piss off.’
Caleb steps forward and delivers a punch that connects flush with Brocks cheek. Sending him back a step. Regaining his footing Brock returns with a punch. Connecting with Calebs forehead. The two stand in the center of the ring, and continue throwing punches at one another. Each of them connecting, Neither man wants to break. Neither man will give up.
Chris: ‘These two are throwing bombs in there!’
Ricky: ‘The crowd is really getting behind this one. Who’s head is going to pop first?’
As each punch connects the crowd gets louder, and louder. The fans are now chanting ‘This is awesome!’ as each punch is thrown. Brock growing progressively angrier, and Caleb is just smiling through the punches. Caleb punches his own chin a few times. Taunting Brock. The words ‘let’s go’ can be hear yelled out. Brock spins, and as he spins he lifts his right elbow. Going for the Kill Shot. Ducking underneath Caleb threw a right kick that connected flush with Brocks chin. Brocks eyes roll to the back of his head, and his arms go stiff as he falls flat onto his back. Caleb drops down to his knees, and goes for a pin.
1!..
2!..
Thre-
Kickout!
With a millisecond left Brock barely gets his left shoulder off of the mat. Caleb can’t believe it. He drops his head in disappointment.
Ricky: ‘HE HAD IT! THAT WAS 3!’
Chris: ‘Not according to the ref. He got his shoulder up right in the nick of time.’
Dejected Caleb gets to his feet. Brock is still on the mat shaking the cobwebs out. Caleb begins screaming at the referee as he feels like he was given a slow count. Brock is now on his feet he is staggering a bit, but slowly being to regain his composure. Caleb still right in the referees face. He has him backed into a corner. He turns around in time to see Brock approaching him.
Caleb surprises Brock and grabs him and delivers the Gold Rush successfully as he plants Brock down into the mat.
Caleb drops to his knees for the cover.
1…
2..
3!..
Ding Ding Ding!
Chris: ‘What a match!’
Ricky: Caleb is moving on to the next round of the PWX Championship tourney!
Chris: 'Yes, but give Whitworth some huge credit, he sure did his best!'
Ricky: 'Whitworth knew it was only a matter of time before he was going down.'
Chris: 'That may be, but Brock fought his heart out like any true wrestler should! Brock, feel NO shame! You were awesome tonight!'
WINNER: CALEB HOUSTON
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[We’re in a hallway backstage, where Elijah Black is sat on the edge of a flight case he “borrowed” wearing a New Bomb Turks t-shirt, while Daniel Everett paces back and forth in front of him]
Black: It seems that Mascara Muerto feel the need to get in our way a second time, Daniel, which tells me something: it tells me that we beat them into the ground, but we didn’t break them. I guess that was our mistake, as we should’ve put them far, far behind us, but because we left them with that tiniest glimmer of survival they felt they were within their rights to get involved in my business and cost me my opportunity in the Opportunity Knocks battle royal.
I almost, almost get it: they wanted to get my attention because they have a rematch clause they want to activate, but it didn’t occur to them there’s so many other ways to go about it, for example…
[Black knocks his fist against the flight case]
Black: …they could’ve come and asked us, in fact there’s plenty of people they could’ve asked to make their rematch happen, and none of them would have taken something from me.
Everett: So what’s the plan?
Black: What’s the plan?
[Black looks off into the middle distance, rubbing one palm against the other as he thinks]
Black: For a moment it crossed my mind that the best course of action would be dump one or both members of Mascara Muerto on the injured list the second they stuck their head above the parapet to deprive them of the title shot they want, just to prove that if you think you can go through life taking from people who earned what they have there comes a time where retribution will crush you within its grasp.
Everett: Sounds good to me.
Black: Sounded good to me too, but there’s a problem: if we did that, they wouldn’t go away and they’d have an extra incentive to come at us until we finally disposed of them or, even worse, the match went ahead anyway and we had to hear them whining about not being 100% for the match and demanding another shot, then another, and so on until we beat them so many times it becomes a joke.
That’s when I decided, if they want to get involved in my business, that means that our business will be to put them out of their misery in a way where nobody can argue with what happened.
Everett: So you’re going to leave the door open for them to walk right up to us and demand their rematch? Isn’t that giving them exactly what they want?
Black: Not quite. We’re leaving the door open for them, but when they get close enough they’ll get cocky, thinking they’re going to walk right in without facing any resistance, and at that very second is when we close the trap on them and they realise they were cornered all along and now it’s a matter of time before they’re done.
Everett: You know, I’m happy to hunt those two masked freaks down and tear them apart, rematch or no rematch, so they learn and the rest of the roster takes notice. We’ve taken them out before, we’ve left them broken before, and they deserve to endure a beatdown for messing with you.
[Black looks Everett in the eye for a moment, a smirk crossing the corner of his lips, before he gets off the flight case and pats Everett on the shoulder]
Black: Anyone can hunt them down backstage and rough them up, and that’s why we’re not going to do it…yet. Let them worry about their fate for a while, let the expectation that we’ll be looking for them take them off their guard for a while, but just let them expect what is coming. If it doesn’t come, they’ll think there’s going to be no retribution and they’ll relax.
[Black shares a knowing look with Everett and nods]
Black: …and they’ll wish they didn’t.
Everett: Damn straight.
Black: Now, who’s in charge this week so we can get the ball rolling on this rematch business?
Everett: Fucked if I know…
[The Vox walk out of shot, as we cut to something else]
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[Arena lights go out as the the melodic guitar intro is heard, and shots of the Chicago skyline are shown. The song begins to pick up steam, as we cut to a man on the roof-wearing a hood. He throws the hood back, as "Southtown" by The Ghost Inside hits the PA system-and shots of John Pariah are shown on the screen.]
Welcome to hard times,
Back again like it’s never been, for the first time
It seems to mess with my head.
So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate.
Could I be the next guy
That you take before I wake?
Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray.
This here is real life,
Circumstances make you think.
Should i be counting my blessings,
The next second my eyes blink.
[The crowd roars as John Pariah steps out onto the stage-with his arms in a crucifix. The lights sihlloutets his body-as he turns around and throws his right arm up in the air as the crowd pops.]
You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play.
Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank god that I made it alive.
[The crowd roars as he heads down the ramp-slinging the 2CW Championship over his shoulder. The crowd roars as he climbs into the ring-posing on the ropes as the music fades to black.]
Crowd: JOHN PARIAH! *clap clap clapclapclap* JOHN PARIAH!
[He takes the mic from Alexis, and smiles-hanging the 2CW Championship over the ropes-as streamers begin flying into the ring.]
John Pariah: Last week….you all bore witness to the beginning of the end! The end of the Establishment, the end of Darin Zion, the end of their tyrannical reign of terror! Last week, you bore witness to Darin Zion failing this company, and being another name crossed off the list.
[The crowd roars as Pariah smirks, pacing around the ring.]
Pariah: We are on the precipice of disaster, the brink of war. We are racing towards an extinction level event…….
[The crowd pops as Pariah smirks.]
Pariah:….called Civil War. The one night of the year where everything is on the line-and the future of this company hangs in the balance! Now, I as the co-owner of this company, I could do a lot of self service. I could say ‘fuck it’ and award myself the PWX World Championship. I could do that…but my name isn’t Darin Zion. I will tell you what I’m out here to do: I’m here to rally the troops. I’m here to make a call to arms. I’m here for you to stand by me in this ring-as we enter the gates of hell!
[The crowd roars.]
Pariah: Civil War. On one side, you have the Establishment. I’m sure you’ll have Zion, you’ll have Hollywood, you’ll probably have their trained helper monkies in Vox Populi. Maybe their ring rat Tiami Tyler. Who really knows for sure. On the other side..you have me.
[The crowd roars again.]
Pariah: I cannot fight this war on my own. This isn’t about the Court, or the Family or anything…this is about PWX. This is about each and every single person at home, and each and every single one of you in the crowd. So here’s the deal. I don’t promise victory, I don’t promise glory….I GARENTUEE VICTORY! I GARENTUEE THE FALL OF THE ESTABLISHMENT!
[He pauses as the crowd explodes with a loud PWX chant.]
Pariah: Timothy Hunt. Troy Stone. Jason Aries. Nighthawk. The Crue World Order. The Hanson Boys. Hell, the Crue World Order. I don’t care who it is. You don’t have to like me. Infact, I don’t care if you like me or not. This isn’t about being friends-this is about saving the company that made each and every one of you famous. Where would Timothy Hunt be without PWX? Where would Troy Stone be without PWX? Where would Jason Aries or Nighthawk be-without PWX?! I’m not asking to go out for drinks….I’m asking you to help me wage a holy war on Darin Zion and the Establishment! I’m asking you to stand by my side-united as one….and RISE. The Establishment will fall, and the new dawn in PWX will rise…..
[Suddenly, "Hail to the King" immediately comes on and Darin Zion, Vox Populi, and Tiami Tyler come down to ring side and surround the ring around John Pariah. Zion steps into the ring while the others surround the ring. Zion yanks the microphone from out of John Pariah's hand and glares him straight in the eyes. The crowd drowns Zion in boos as he speaks.]
Darin Zion: John Pariah, I didn't know you'd stoop so low to rip off he-who-shall-remain-nameless. Clearly, you have nothing original about yourself any more. You're carrying a title you and your brother created, how fitting. Maybe it's because you couldn't carry our PWX Championship seen right at ringside.
[Pariah holds up the 2CW Championship above his head and smiles as the crowd immediately roars. Zion no-sells the excitement on the crowd and rolls his eyes while Pariah immediately continues to taunt Darin Zion.]
Darin Zion: Yes, I know, the tables turned last week and I lost everything to you and Roxxie Roberts. A lot of you would find that ironic in itself. But mark my words, Pariah, at Civil War, we will gain full control from you. We've already got our team. Brian personally picked us out and Brian just wants to sit back and watch from his office as we destroy you this week. Consider it his welcoming gift for being his other half. Except since you gave us poison..we aren't giving you a fruit basket. The Establishment wants to give you a front row seat to end of your career Pariah. Because mark our words, for your insubordination last week, if you lose at Civil War...you're out of here like those four guys who aren't relevant any more. Then I'll regain my thrown...I'll be the hero you all love....
Crowd: FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION! FUCK YOU ZION!
Darin Zion: And I will always be Mr. PW...
[Before Zion finishes his statement, Pariah immediately clocks Zion in the face with his fist and knocks him out. He grabs the microphone before Vox Populi hits the ring and smiles.]
Pariah: You will NEVER be Mr. PWX!
[Vox Populi and Tiami Tyler immediately storm the ring and Pariah holds off Daniel Everett for a moment before John gets taken out by Black and Tiami. Suddenly from out of nowhere: Siobhan Townsend, Sterling James, and Timothy Hunt immediately rush out towards the ring and the heels grab Zion and retreat through the crowd. The crowd roars as Pariah leaves the arena., and “Southtown” reprises. He grabs his title and rolls out of the ring as the crowd begins a loud “PWX” chant as we fade to commercial with the stare down between Pariah and his troops and Hollywood's Establishment.]
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OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS PWX CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNEY MATCH
NIGHTHAWK vs TIAMI TYLER
The bell sounds as Tiami immediately locks up with Nighthawk. The pair tangle in the ropes for a minute as the referee forces a break. Nighthawk just shook his head, Tiami smirking as they lock up again. Nighthawk manages to kick Tiami in the gut. He tries to pick her up for a suplex, but Tiami manages to get out of the suplex, kicking Hawk in the gut before spiking him on his head with a Snap DDT and quick cover.
1...
2...
Nighthawk kicks out, holding his head. Tiami found this amusing and with a smirk on her face, she picked him up. She held him there screaming at him to stay down before putting him down with a suplex. Tiami just stands in the corner, wanting Hawk to get up. He gets up, and as Tiami charges at him, Hawk kicks her in the stomach. He then bounces off the ropes. Tiami comes at him, an attempted clothesline missed. Ti turns around and gets hit with another kick, followed by a DDT of his own. He then goes for a quick cover.
1...
Tiami quickly kicks out and gets up quicker. Nighthawk gets up slower, turns around and is met with an open hand slap to the face.
"Stay down fool!"
Tiami then goes for the ropes, Nighthawk grabbing her hand and yanking her into a clothesline. Tiami hits hard, Nighthawk signalling he wanted to end it fast. Tiami gets up slower than before. She turns into a boot from Nighthawk followed by an attempt at a Tornado DDT. Tiami blocked the move however, managing to get out of it with elbow shots. Nighthawk lets go, and Tiami shoves him back in the corner. She grabs his head, hitting it over and over against the turnbuckle. She then kicks him in the stomach and stuffs him with an immediate piledriver. She doesn't go for the cover right away, just watching him hold his neck. He gets up slowly as she gets to the middle of the ring. She is met with a punch from Hawk. Tiami punches him, met with another punch from Hawk that caught her in the face, busting her bottom lip wide open. She punches him over and over again and then spikes him with a DDT followed by a cover.
1...
2...
Hawk kicks out, and Tiami gets frustrated. She gets up, screaming for the end and then focuses on Nighthawk as he is very slow to get up. His neck in complete pain, the ref asks him if he wanted to stop the match. Before he got the chance to answer, Tiami walked over, spinning him around and kicking him in the gut. She quickly set up and executed her "Icy revolution" package piledriver. She then fell on top for the cover.
1...
2...
3!
Tiami smirks, then gets her hand raised. She finds the camera.
"I slayed a former hybrid champion and now a former two time world champion. Who's next PWX?"
WINNER: TIAMI TYLER
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As Nighthawk pulls himself off of the mat after a hard-fought contest against Tiami Tyler, favoring his neck as he leans against the ropes, Noah Hanson and Colt Hanson come from out of the crowd and waylay him before he even knows what's happening. Setting him up in a piledriver position Anarchy 99 delivers a spike piledriver as Nighthawk lays crumpled in the middle of the ring.
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[Immediately red lights flood on and we see Schmied sitting in a rocking chair. He continually rocks back and forth...back and forth...staring into space in the corner. He smirks for a moment, stroking his bare chin as his eyes continually bulge from out of his head. He can see a ghost, you can tell it. For a moment he stops and whispers quietly to himself, closing his eyes. The red intensifies as he continues to stare off, blankly looking into oblivion.]
Schmied: Mommy...I am no longer perfect....
[He continues to stares into space for a moment, pausing in an eerie moment.]
Schmied: Daddy...I am no longer perfect...
[He pauses yet again, he takes a huge gulp and embraces his pain for a moment. He screams out with a loud, blood curdling scream for a moment. ]
Schmied: Brother...I am not worthy...AHHHHHHH!!!!!! HELP! AHHHHHHH!!!! HELP ME! PLEASE SAVE ME! This pain is just too hard....it's just....AHHHHHHH!!!! Daddy....daddy...please, don't.....I don't want the belt against my back again. No....nothing worse...I promise daddy, I'll continue to be perfect....I'll continue to be perfect.....no....no! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[The rocking stops for a moment. Schmied immediately freezes in position and the lights cut out. Flashes of lighting come from the background. Suddenly, a green light appears in the background while Schmied sits up, slowly in his chair, almost resurrecting himself. It's almost like he returned to normal...sort of. You can tell for one single moment, he's gotten his version of sanity back as he glares into the camera, almost possessed. His smile curls around his lips, ever so slowly. He laughs rather methodically and sinisterly, like someone's whispering something to him. Schmied immediately picks up the rocking chair and immediately tosses it against the wall and shatters it. He drops to his knees and starts speaking.]
Schmied: I know now what I must do. I'm done...master...I'm done. Done with the past...done with it all...I need to...bury it. No more hiding from it. No more perfection...time to embrace YOUR destiny for my life. HA HA HA HA! These mortals do not see it...but I SEE YOU! And I'm DONE! No more corperations...no more serving mortals...time to go into business....FOR YOU!
[Schmied continues to bow at his "altar." He continues to whisper at the space ahead of him blankly. He continues to laugh rather sadistically. Schmied clinches his fists together and screams primally into the sky. He beats his chest a few times.]
Schmied: You gave me back my sanity...MASTER! Now....to cause....DESTRUCTION! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!!!!!!
[The scene fades to black as the camera pans into Schmied's sadistic laughter.]
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OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS PWX CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNEY MATCH
JASON ARIES vs JOEY HARRIS
[The hypnotic guitars of Tool's "Vicarious" hum over the PA, as the thousands of fans boo loudly in recognition of the tune. The lights dim, masked in a hue of pale blue, as the guitar intro plays out in full. Once the heavy guitar and drum beats kick in, the lights flash green and blue, and Joey Harris steps out onto the stage with the EWF Heavyweight Championship around his waist. The jeers and catcalls grow deafening, and "The Natural" loves it. He smiles, amused, as he saunters slowly down the ramp.]
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
[At this point, Joey has reached the foot of the ramp. He pauses for a moment, looking around the rowdy fans in amusement. He slowly approaches the steps, marching up one by one, taking his time. He stops again on the apron, for a moment, soaking in the reaction he draws from the fans with a smile on his face.]
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie.
[Joey climbs to the top rope, looking out at the vast sea of people, taking in all of the hatred with a grin on his face. He hops down, as his music ends with the line:]
Why can't we just admit it?
Ricky: It looks like Joey still is carrying around that EWF Championship around his waist. He definitely needs to stop looking into the past and he needs to focus more on winning the PWX Championship that stares back at him at ring side. Just look at that beautiful title Brian Hollywood crafted for us. Tons of diamonds, amazing glitter, and definitely makes it worth a million dollars.
Chris: Sure....we'll go with that....million dollars....I'm sure Hollywood cut corners with the PWX Championship belt unlike....
Ricky: A HOOKER! You can't say that other nasty word on this channel...we'll get fined.
Chris: FUCK THE FCC!
[The lights in the arena goes down as the
lights turn blue smoke is beginning the rise in front of the entrance
way as personal jesus begins to play over the sound system Jason
appears in the smoke with his head down. Jason stands with his head
down for a few seconds before dumping a bottle of water over his head
then some in his mouth. He throws the bottle to the side walking down
the aisle with his hand out so the fans in the crowd can slap it.
Jason jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he walks over
to the corner stretching out waiting for his opponent]
Ricky: Who would have ever though both members of Bad Company got to move on in this World Championship tournament? That's quite an impressive feat for both Nighthawk and Jason Aries.
Chris: Unfortunately, Jason has to face Joey Harris and it'll definitely provide Jason with that opportunity of a lifetime. Jason's gunning for the 2CW Championship and could you imagine if he holds both the PWX Championship and the 2CW Championship?
Ricky: He'll be on a rocket trip to the moon. Anyways...here comes the ref and both men shake hands as Niles McGentry, our referee for this match up rings the bell and here we go with this action. Both men immediately tied up on that start up of our match.
[Jason Aries pushes Joey Harris into the corner. Aries tries to tie Harris into the corner, but immediately Harris flings Aries into the corner. Aries immediately jumps up and does a hand stand in the corner and lands over Harris. Both men trade a few blows. Harris immediately sends Aries into the ropes, trying to back hand him and as rushes towards him, but Aries slides underneath Harris and slaps him hard in the head. Harris grabs his head for a moment and grabs his head in pain. Aries starts to stomp on Harris's head for a moment, focusing what he learned about Harris through watching hours of footage. Aries immediately locks in a headlock and tries to suffocate Harris, but the referee notices and immediately calls for the five count.]
Chris: Great call Niles, keep Aries in check. I cannot dog Aries too much, he's definitely focusing on the area I would hope he would. But it's definitely been a tough road for Joey Harris.
Ricky: Yeah, the only "WORLD CHAMPION" doesn't have much behind him right now. He's just getting his eggs scrambled by Aries. Nighthawk sure does know how to build a man from the ground up.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
[Aries releases the hold and immediately leaps back to his feet. Aries rushes towards the ropes and tries to do a standing shooting star press, but Harris sticks his knees into the air and Aries lands stomach first on Harris' knees. Harris immediately leaps back up to both of his feet and immediately picks Aries up and sweeps him down with an STO. Harris immediately locks his fists up and closes them up and immediately starts to nail relentlessly into Aries's head, rather angry. Niles immediately rushes over and starts a quick five count again, but Harris releases at 4.5. Joey tries to pick up Aries up for a quick snap suplex, but Aries lands on his feet and kicks Joey straight into the ropes. Aries rushes towards the ropes and Harris immediately slides on the outside of the ropes. Harris taunts Aries and Aries comes rushing with a springboard leg drop towards the outside, but Harris moves out of the way and Aries lands ass first into the ground. Harris grabs Aries and starts to slam his head against the barricade. Harris then pulls out a chair, much to the delight of the crowd.]
Ricky: Nice disregard for the rules...truly what a championship match should be about. Who cares about the rules when you can get the job completely done! Aries is about to get his brain smashed by Harris directly into the barricade first. Definitely fun punishment...
Chris: LIKE A HOOKER!
Ricky: Damnit, you cannot steal my lines....DELIEVERENCE!
Chris: I took you down! I took you down!
Ricky: HOLY CRAP! Great reversal by Aries!
[Jason Aries smashes his feet directly into the steel chair and sends Harris back. Aries get a distinct advantage throwing a few punches and kicks towards Harris, but Harris immediately dodges them. Harris tries to fling Aries into the barricade, but Aries immediately moonsaults into him and the crowd literally gets to their feet. Aries leaps on the apron of the ring and does a flying body press off into Harris, but Harris immediately grabs the steel chair and clobbers Aries directly in the stomach. Aries immediately reels completely in pain for a moment. Harris immediately chucks Aries back into the ring. Harris grabs Aries and locks him into the cattle mutilation for a while, before releasing it and taunting Aries. Harris immediately climbs up with the steel chair into his hands. He hugs it like a sandwich board and signals for a backwards corkscrew splash.]
Ricky: That's what this crowd is talking about...just listen to them...
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: These two men definitely in a frenzy, and there....goes...JOOOOOEY!!!!
*****SMASH!!!!*****
Ricky: Ouch, that left a mark all over Joey Harris's head. Not only much of a botch, but Aries rolled out of the way and it definitely weakened his head for a moment. That could very well cost Joey Harris the win.
Chris: Show you that you don't have to be a former World Champion in PWX or any company outside to have success. Aries just bait and switched Harris and now is going for that concussed head again. Just look at those fists of fury getting driven into his skull.
[Aries releases the punches after the five count and Aries immediately hits a rolling thunder on Harris. He then proceeds to pick up Harris and hits a no hands enzuguri. Harris immediately drops hard down towards the mat. Jason Aries immediately climbs the top turn buckle. He cuts his throat for a moment. He smiles for a moment and immediately leaps of the ropes with a corkscrew splash. Aries locks in Harris's leg. He makes the cover.]
ONE!
TWO!
TH....NO!
Ricky: Desperate attempt to kick out by Joey Harris. Aries had that pin in for a moment.
Chris: Well...needless to say Aries needs to do some more damage. He's gotten the upper hand this far in the match.
[Aries picks up Harris and Harris rolls Aries up into a small package afterwards.]
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
[Aries and Harris immediately get back to their feet and look at one another for a moment. They stare at each other before they take a look down at the PWX Championship down below. They smile for a moment before immediately grabbing one another. Harris immediately gets behind Aries and tries to hit a German Suplex before Aries lands on his feet. Aries then tries to tries to go for a DDT, but Harris grabs him and lands a clothesline on the back of his head. Harris then picks up Aries and hits a hang man's neck breaker. He goes for a cover hoping to end the match.]
ONE!
TWO!
TH...NOOOOO!
Chris: Aries just won't...give...up...
Ricky: Like a hooker! He wants that gold like one so badly. Same argument can be made from the Joey Harris camp too. Both men have put on an excellent performance and the crowd's just on their feet. If Joey or Aries continue like this: I'd say in this match we're looking at the future world champion.
[Harris immediately grabs his hair and tries to get another cover before Aries re-energizes, but immediately after trying to cover Aries, Aries rolls back Harris up and Harris immediately releases and rushes towards Aries. Aries leaps up and rushes towards Harris with a clothesline while Harris hits a cross body splash and both men immediately collide with one another's stomachs. Harris pulls himself up towards the ropes and Aries immediately rushes towards him. Aries leaps towards Harris and Harris ducks with Aries landing on the second rope. Immediately, Joey without a second thought turns around, snaps Aries from behind and hits a german suplex head first with quickness and agility. Both men grab their head.]
Ricky: Joey's not thinking about the results. He wants to put Aries away, but if he continues to not calculate his moves after getting his brain's scrambled quickly by Aries's hard hitting offense, he's going to go down hard.
Chris: Yes, but Aries also has to make a lot of time to rest. He's not gotten a lot left in his gas tank either.
[Aries pulls himself stiffly back up to his feet. Aries leaps up towards the top rope and signals for the Aries Rage. He taunts for a moment after recovering before Joey does. Aries immediately leaps off the turnbuckle and meets the knee cap of Joey Harris. Joey Harris struggles back up to his feet for a moment. He smiles and immediately preys upon Aries. He signals for the Hope Fails You. He gets into place. Aries gets back to his feet and struggles. Joey kicks him in the stomach and...]
Ricky: HE LANDS IT! HOPE FAILS YOU!
Chris: THIS IS THE END....HERE IT COMES!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner: JOEY HARRIS!
[Joey immediately walks to grab his EWF Championship outside of the ring side. Joey then walks over towards the pedestal where the brand new PWX Championship sits for a moment. He touches it and turns around and starts walking off, but suddenly the crowd immediately gets excited. As Joey celebrates his victory and his next step into the PWX Championship tournament, Jedediah Generica immediately launches from out of corner of the announcer's table seats where he's lurked all evening. He immediately grabs the PWX Championship and rushes past Harris and runs into him, who immediately notices and locks his championship around his shoulder and immediately chases after him after he recovers.]
Ricky: Apparently, Joey didn't see that coming... Jedediah Generica rushing off with his future title. I've got to admire Jeb for his guts, but he'd better hope Joey doesn't catch up with him or he'll die.
Chris: Truly a great champion Joey will become, he may not support the Establishment's new PWX, but he does respect the PWX Championship and will not tolerate a thief.
[The screen fades to black and Jebediah and Joey immediately rush off screen with Joey immediately starting to catch ground on Jebediah.]
WINNER: JOEY HARRIS
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[The camera opens back up the Establishment's office. We see Darin Zion immediately taking a sledgehammer towards the desk and smashing it against it. His eyes are lit up completely passionately as he starts to scream out of anger. He starts to mess up his hair and flips the desk over. He pulls out all the files and Hollywood immediately comes into the room and glares Darin Zion in the eyes. Darin breathes heavily and glares at him for a moment. Brian Hollywood immediately grabs Zion by his head and stares at him calmly. He speaks firmly.]
Brian Hollywood: GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF! You haven't lost everything. RELAX! Stop freaking out. This is your first test as a business man. You need to just kick back and relax. Enjoy the ride...we've got Pariah right where we want him. He's placing his fifty percent on the line. So why then are you tearing up our office? I know you're losing your second best friend...I know you lost your Hybrid Championship...I know..
[Darin Zion immediately glares back at Hollywood and starts to yell at him. Zion starts yanking on his hair while getting in Hollywood's face. Brian immediately takes a few steps back as Zion interrupts him and screams in his face.]
Darin Zion: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! Seriously, leave me the fuck alone! You didn't come out to help again. You didn't lose the Hybrid Championship AGAIN. You haven't lost your friends, your family, your career, and literally EVERYHING IN THE LAST TEN YEARS. You only lost your grandpa. He wasn't murdered and NO ONE BULLIED THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. You didn't get attacked...I did. No one came to rescue me that I cared about. SO WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU RIGHT NOW? You had everything. I didn't. I don't need your SYMPATHY Hollywood because I'm better than you. Do you get it? I'm better than you...I'm better than all these PEONS! I'm a Former TWO TIME PWX CHAMPION, FOUR TIME HYBRID CHAMPION, ONE TIME NEXT GENERATION CHAMPION, and ONE TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPION. I set the standards here...you hear me Hollywood. I am Mr. PWX....I AM!
[Zion immediately grabs Hollywood's shoulders and continues to get into his face with tears rolling down his eyes. Each passing moment, Zion shakes Hollywood more violently.]
Darin Zion: Do you not understand I HAD this place conquered and it's FALLING out of my grip? Brian, it's like something's happening and making all my hard work fall apart. And all I want to be is left the fuck alone right now? Do you understand? SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
[Brian Hollywood immediately places his arm on Darin Zion's shoulder. Hollywood immediately smiles...but it seems kind. Hollywood rubs Zion's shoulder and sits right down next to Zion's side. His eye warm up, and he hands a handkerchief to Zion and looks him directly in the eyes, completely concerned for his best friend.]
Brian Hollywood: Look, why would I want to hurt you or to crush your dreams? I gave you the money to buy PWX and I've let you run it. I understand you're upset, but man, you're letting this go to your head. You had my text message. I had a business meeting and I trusted you with my 50% ownership while I had to go sign some important television deals. Why in the hell would I give you money to buy PWX and take it away? That's a stupid idea. You're letting those twitter bullshit comments get to your head. You know me man, I just care for you. It's like you've gone mad Zion...do you need me to call psychological help? You know...COLBY?
Darin Zion: YOU LEAVE COLBY OUT OF THIS...HE'S A NICE LADY!!!!!! Look Hollywood, I've just had my fill, I want to destroy my....
Brian Hollywood: OUR! You mean our desk!
[Darin Zion takes a deep breath for a moment and smiles rather conceited and carelessly. He wants to get Hollywood out of the room and wants Hollywood to leave him the fuck alone, you can tell in the look of his eyes.]
Darin Zion: YES! YES...OUR desk....anyways, besides the point. I want to be left the FUCK alone. So would...you...please....leave me alone?
[Brian immediately heads towards the door resting his hand against his head and taking a deep breath. He rubs his forehead for a moment and smiles at Zion like everything stands alright. Hollywood adjusts his sports coat as he heads towards the door. He sighs as he rubs his forehead.]
Brian Hollywood: Alright, but remember, I went through this with my grandfather. Stop worrying and just let things happen man. But I come in here and I find everything destroyed in here...it's coming out of your paycheck...just remember that.
Darin Zion: Shut up and just leave.
[Hollywood slams the door behind him and Darin Zion immediately rests his head on the other desk and tears start to rush does his face. He covers his face. As he covers his face, the camera quickly pans over towards Morgana and she screams loudly in his ear playfully.]
Morgana: HEY BABY!
[Zion immediately jumps up with tears rushing down his face and he just glares at her at the moment. His eyes all puffed up in red and she starts to lick her lips and smile at Zion. She blows him a kiss and tries to seduce him.]
Zion: Please leave me alone. I hate it when people see me cry.
Morgana: But I want to see you smile....come on...smile for me? You know you want to smile for me.
[Morgana starts to kiss Zion's neck a few times and tries to slowly cheer him up. She whispers softly into his ears and smirks as she slowly talks to him. His smile widens as she tries to wrap her arms around him and seduce him more.]
Morgana: There's the smile...it's starting to crack through. Hey, I wanted to wish you a happy year anniversary. It's been a year since we've been together...although separated for a few months of that year, but we've dated all of it and next week I want to make it special for you. I'll take you for a some dinner, wine, sex...whatever order you want baby...
Darin Zion: I don't know...I've got a match next week that I'm wrestling in. I've got to compete in it.
Morgana: Why not before? It'll take your mind off things. You know...Schmied...the Hybrid Title....and you know I'll relax you well.
[Darin Zion takes a deep breath and lets out a bit of a sigh.]
Darin Zion: Alright, you win. Next week, we're in for some fun, but right now, let's not get too excited. I literally have a headache. Save it for later tonight?
[Morgana smiles as she starts to walk out the door.]
Morgana: Any time, Tiger!
[The scene fades to black with Zion laying his head against his desk and Morgana leaving the office.]
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MAIN EVENT
TRIPLE THREAT OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS PWX CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNEY MATCH
JT MIDAS vs ROXXIE ROBERTS vs KAELYN DIVERA
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 Ravenna appears from behind the stage. The back of her leather black jacket reads a thick glittered letter "R." She slapts her black leathered gloved fist in to her other palm before whipping her dark hair from her mocha skin coloured face and walks down the ramp with attitude. Army printed skinny jeans and army boots with belt clasps. She turns to grab the bottom rope.. and she turns back to face the crowd.. and pulls herself up to the ring with a one armed smooth stroke and flips over the top rope in an acrobatic style.
Announcer: "And welcoming to the ring.. she weighs in at 145lbs.. hailing from Oakley, California.... she is... Roxxie Roberts!"
The fans started to stand up out of their chairs as the ring announcer announced the next participant...
"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons hits the speakers. The ramp lights turn a bright shade of pink, along with spot lights on the stage. A pair of boxing gloves show up on the screen, along with the name "Miss Fabulous" in letters appears over them, as various pictures of her boxing are shown through the screen.
Jack Fields: "And entering to the ring at 160lbs.. she is 'A Cut Above The Rest'..."
Miss Fabulous walks out on to the ramp with a jog. She sports a pair of pink and black boxing shorts that read "Miss Fabulous" over the waist line and on the buttox it reads "A Cut Above The Rest." She slaps her hands together. The sweater she wears over top has baby pink stripes down the sides, with white cuffs and collar. The hood drapped over her head covering her eyes. She bounces from one leg to the other before jogging down the ring. She stops jogging as she reaches the ring post, climbs up. She pulls off her hoodie and throws it to the side of the ring before cutting through the ropes.
The fans had mixed reactions for the new PWX Hybrid champion and Kaelyn as the two ladies stand in the ring. The ladies looked up to hear "Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood" by Volbeat hits the loudspeakers. JT Midas walks out on stage in his trademark hat and ring attire and looks over the fans for a brief moment before making his way down to the ring. He takes off his hat and places it on the ring post before he enters the ring and stares at his two opposing foes.
"This match is going to determine who moves on in the next round of the world title tournament."
"Roxxie Roberts won the hybrid championship, can she make it two matches in a row to prove that she isn't just a flash in the pan?"
All three competitors are standing in the ring and they are staring at each other. Kaelyn nods her head in respect to Roxxie and Midas just smirks as the bell rings. The fans go wild as the three people are in the ring circling each other. The match starts as Kaelyn quickly runs over to JT and delivers some stiff punches to his face. Roxxie just kicks back and watches as Kaelyn tries to deliver a stiff kick to JT's midsection. JT grabs Kaelyn's foot and he takes Kaelyn down with a stiff clothesline. JT goes for a quick cover but Kaelyn kicks out before the ref could count one. JT gets up and headlocks Kaelyn. Roxxie sees this as a potential opportunity and she attempts a kick to the face of JT. Roxxie quickly pulled JT off of Kaelyn and attempted a cover...
1...
JT quickly kicked out at one and Roxxie quickly stands up. Kaelyn made her way up and stared a hole into Roxxie's head. JT is sitting in the bottom turn buckle as the ladies locked up in the center of the ring. Roxxie takes the advantage as she attempts a fisherman suplex. Kaelyn blocks the suplex and she does a standing switch and tries a suplex of her own. Roxxie blocks that suplex and Kaelyn reverses that into a Hangman’s neckbreaker before hitting a running facewash dropkick on JT as he slumps against the bottom ropes. Covering quickly, seeing the opening in front of her, Kaelyn glares at the referee when Roxxie kicks out at the count of 2. The fans go wild and some of them started chanting that should have been three.
Deciding to move in on JT Midas, Kaelyn works quickly and climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle. But as she does so Roxxie Roberts quickly moves in and hits a dragon-screw legwhip off of the turnbuckles as she tries to catch her breath and figure out what her next move is going to be, finally moving in on JT Midas herself with the aid of a running senton bomb. Climbing up to the top rope herself Roxxie waits for Kaelyn to stagger to her feet before hitting a gorgeous high cross body and she attempts the pinfall...
1....
2.....
Roxxie takes some time to glare at the referee. Roxxie stands up and takes a deep breath before she goes to set something else up. Unknown to her, JT Midas gets up and lariats her almost out of her boots before advancing on Kaelyn Divera himself. Quickly trying to take advantage of the situation JT whips her into the ropes only for Kaelyn to reverse it and land the Seeing Static for the 3-count and the win.
Chris: She did it!
Ricky: By golly gee....it's like that woman is possessed!
Chris: Well Divera has been focused since she's gotten to PWX! Unfortunately for Midas, looks like he was right about her. Too bad it had to come at his ironic dispense.
Ricky: I'm proud of you.
Chris: Huh?
Ricky: Those are things that I would normally say...I'll make you into a fine Ricky Example yet!
Chris: So this is a.....new thing now, is it?
Ricky: You could call it that..
Chris: Well folks, it's been quite an interesting night tonight! The board is all but set and the pieces are moving! Civil War seems to be shaping up to be the PPV of the year and the rep it has, it has no reason to be doubted! It's been a wild night and---apparently there's something going on backstage...
WINNER: KAELYN DIVERA
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The camera pans into the backstage area and into the Establishment locker room. Inside, we see what's left of a destroyed office...courtesy of Darin Zion. Establishment leader, Brian Hollywood, can be seen standing in the middle looking about the destroyed office. However, his attention seems to be diverted as he appears to be talking to someone on his cell phone.
Hollywood: You have no idea what's been happening around here lately!
We can't hear who Hollywood is talking to on the other end of the phone, but Hollywood himself sounds frustrated.
Hollywood: It's ridiculous! Things have been out of control long enough. Yes. Three weeks is long enough when shit spirals out of control. It's time that I get ahold of the situation.
Hollywood nods as he continues to talk to whoever is on the other end of the phone.
Hollywood: I don't know what's gotten into him. Beats me. Yes...I know exactly what your talking about.
Hollywood kicks part of the broken desk to the side. Hollywood starts to calm down as he tone of frustration seems to be subsiding.
Hollywood: I've been back here all night. I figured I would let my "co-owner" handle things by himself tonight. John Pariah....that name disgusts me alone! Pariah lost PWX a long time ago. He's trying to fight a battle his brother, JPO, lost three years ago. I know right? Pariah is a parasite to PWX! The stupid fucker is going to try and ruin all my assets. Yes, Darin Zion lost his half and I agree with you, he should have been more cautious. That's what I'm telling you...however, even I have to agree, how he lost it was complete fucking bullshit! I even tried to get my lawyers to do something about what Pariah did in seizing half control of PWX. They tell me they can't budge this time. Your telling me! The one guy who has more money than the entire roster combined AND the rejects of PWX's past, and I can't even pay them to fix it. Well have to talk later. I've got some big plans in store. As for now, since my lawyers can't seem to get shit right, it looks like I will have to take matters into my own hands......AGAIN!
Hollywood pauses for a brief second as the other person on the other end of the phone waits for the news.
Hollywood: I have figured out a way to regain FULL CONTROL of PWX. It looks like John Pariah is getting his wish. At Civil War, this all fucking ends! It will be The Establishment vs Pariah and his merry band of rejects. The winner? The winner will gain FULL control of PWX. No loopholes. So after me and the rest of my Establishment destroy Pariah and his weak band of mother fuckers, Pariah will have NOTHING! I will have EVERYTHING! Leave it up to the true real Executive, yours truly, to make the right business move....what's right for business! I don't calculate failure because I don't tolerate it. So, at Civil War, The Establishment WILL reign supreme and The Establishment will eradicate Pariah and anyone else who tries to come to his defense. That's right. Hollywood and Pariah. Winning teams leader gets full control of PWX. Match has been made official. Leave it to me to clean up this gigantic pile of shit, of course. Yes? Oh yes, have no worry my friend...everything is going according to plan. In the end? Heh, that's what I love about everyone's absent minded thinking. At the end of the day, everyone thinks they know me well. Even after ten years, no one can say that they were even CLOSE to figuring me out! It doesn't matter how close they think they may be or what they think will get the job done....no...when the smoke clears and the dust settles, no one will ever had been smart enough to think everything fully through. That's why no one can think outside of the box. Everyone in PWX is one dimensional. That's why I'm always five moves ahead of everyone else. It's because I think of all possible scenarios and I have a backup for each one! Pariah thinks he has my back against the wall. Too bad for him that I just exercised my half of control to make this match happen at Civil War for FULL CONTROL! Don't worry my good friend. Pariah will lose at Civil War and full control of PWX will finally be mine alone!
Hollywood hangs up his cell phone and sticks it back into his suit coat pocket and smiles methodically as the camera zooms in closer and closer to Hollywood's face. The PWX logo appears on the bottom of the screen as the show slowly fades out.
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