Post by PWXonline on May 29, 2014 23:35:01 GMT -5
PWX PRESENTS: ADRENALINE 80: CIVIL UNREST
WELLS FARGO ARENA
DES MOINES, IOWA
WEDNESDAY, MAY 28TH, 2014
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[The cameras come up-and its dark in the arena. A spotlight shines in the middle of the ring-where John Pariah stands. We is wearing a black t-shirt that reads “WE ARE PWX” on it.]
John Pariah: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. You see, since we last talked here in a PWX ring-a lot of shit has happened to me. I had my championship stolen by an ungrateful brat. My wife had a miscarriage, and new facets of my past have come to light. Now tonight I stand here, as a 50% owner in this company, a man prepared for war, and fight for you fans. Tonight, I stand before you a leader of a group, ready to fight for the soul of PWX….
[More spotlights open up over the ring, and we see Timothy Hunt, Siohban Townsend, and Sterling James standing in the ring with Pariah. He hands the mic over to them, and they begin to speak one by one. The crowd roars as Dominic starts hyping the crowd up-getting them behind his client as she takes the mic.]
Chris: It looks like we’ll be hearing from Siobhan first!
[It is with a flourish of his cane that Dominic Townsend steps into view, moving into position beside his wife to intercept the microphone smoothly. After a sidelong glance to ensure that Siobhan doesn't mind him speaking for her, the Steampunk Prince flashes that infamously charming smile before he clears his throat melodramatically.]
Dominic Townsend: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Mostly gentlemen, because we're at a wrestling show, but good evening nonetheless! As much as I would enjoy regaling you with verbal acrobats and a certain vernacular that would go over the head of our...esteemed competition, I am unfortunately burdened with the woeful task of addressing 'The Establishment', which I can only do in the most crude of manners.
[After lowering his finger quotes, Dominic lets out a low sigh before....blowing a long, wet sounding raspberry into the microphone. Siobhan rolls her eyes subtly, but lets her husband continue on, which he does after a few moments.]
Dominic Townsend: ...Yes, my friends. The sound of a drawn out, wet and embarrassing bout of flatulence is the only way I can properly convey my thoughts about this match. I find myself surrounded by great talents, each of whom who deserve their own individual spotlights, forced to team together in the name of eradicating a group of individuals who are so firmly entrenched within their own self-serving, gladhanding, auto-fellatic ways that Mister Ronald Jeremy would be correct in asking them to tone it down just a touch.
[Without batting an eyelash at the imagery he has all but forced into the minds within attendance, Dominic continues on-a hand rising to adjust his cravate.]
Dominic Townsend: ...From Darin Zion to...some woman who is a glorious hypocrite, having fallen in with the very group that she was fighting just a year ago. Tiami....whatever, I'm not good at pronouncing names that I don't particularly care about-each and every one of these individuals don't care about the good of the company; they're only concerned about their own bottom line. This is why you're subjected to Darin Zion ranting and raving as though he were legend himself, when he hasn't dared to venture into a primetime market. Brian Hollywood...whose supposed fame eludes me when I grew up in the city of Angels. Tiramisu, who looks a touch spoiled and...uhm...
[Pausing, Dominic leans toward his wife-quietly asking who else was involved in the match. It wasn't so much out of ego, but the poor boy can only do so much research. In response, the blond can only offer up a shrug since she does not know either. Knowing her, chances are good she simply does not care. Slumping his shoulders with a bit of a heavy sigh, Dominic shakes his head before carrying on.]
Dominic Townsend: ...Regardless! Irrelevant! Dare I say, as important of information as what our esteemed leader, John Pariah, had for breakfast on this very day in the year 1994! What it comes down to, quite simply, is what is wanted and what is needed. The Establishment wants to stroke their own egos as readily as a tenth grader strokes their naughty bits, caring little for what is good for both fans and wrestlers, whereas our collective forces need to take them by the lapels, stare deep into their hapless eyes and say, clearly, no more; by force or otherwise. Because we don't care for the glitz or the glamour, as this is not about egos, but for what is good and right within the business that we have entered into. PWX is and was always meant to be about wrestling, and to those who pervert that very concept, I say again: No more.
[It is only then that the Requiem sees fit to take the microphone from the Steampunk Prince, a move he does nothing to stop. While her tone is just as... inanimate as always, there is no denying that there is a quiet intensity to her lightly-accented words.]
Siobhan Townsend: We are not going to settle for simply chasing you off ... we are going to eradicate each and every last one of you as an example of what happens when you forget your place as a piece of this business, not as being more important than it.
[As Dominic apparently has a case of the vapors beside his wife at hearing her speak in such a fashion, Siobhan offers the microphone to the next person in line.]
Chris Caudill: Impactful words from the Townsends.
Ricky Cravate: I wont lie, it seems Pariah has put together one helluva team.
[Timothy takes the microphone and just sighed. He glared at Sterling for a moment before he cleared his throat to begin speaking.]
Timothy: Two years I have worked for PWX. That is how long I have bled for this company. My passion and desire lies with this company, but the Establishment has failed to show me passion and desire. They listen to a red headed bitch in Tiami and now they think they can outrun everyone who made this company what it is today.
[The crowd chanted 'PWX!" and Timothy just stood there and smirked. He soaked in what the fans had to say before he continued to speak.]
Timothy: You fans have made this long two year trek a lot easier for me. Listening to you all is the reason why I continue to do what I do. You don't have to hate me, but you don't have to love me either. I do what I do for one reason only....and it isn't me. It is all of you. My niece told me to take Tiami Tyler out...and I plan on doing just that. Tiami...I have more dirt on you than you care to realize and it is only a matter of time before your life crumbles around you.
[The fans jeered and cheered at what Timothy said and he just chuckled. Timothy placed the microphone back to his mouth to speak one last time.]
Timothy: Where will Zion and Hollywood be Tiami? Where will your 'Establishment' be when you need them the most? That is right...no where. They will be no where around you when your world crumbles. The two boys will bail out on you just like they did these fans, and the rest of the roster. So make sure that your family is close, but your enemies are closer. After I get done with you personally....there will be nothing left for you to do than to give in!
[Timothy handed the microphone off and looked over at the crowd]
Ricky: strong words from Pariahs army!
[The crowd is mixed as Sterling takes the mike, looking over at the Townsend duo with a bit of confusion. He shrugged and then started speaking.
Sterling: This group you see before you, we are the past, present and future of PWX. John is a legend in this business and Timothy is what the new breed of PWX was built upon. This pair single handedly built the Hybrid division. Now Darin has made quite a mockery of it. Then again, The Establishment has made a mockery out of everything PWX has stood for!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX!
[He paced the ring, the spotlight following him around as the crowd getting behind the group just a bit more.]
Sterling: Then you have Tiami and Brian. Are we sure this pair hasn't been sleeping together? Look at where Tiami currently stands in PWX from kissing all that ass. This group right here has Miss Townsend and I. We are the present and the future. We are the ones who will take PWX and make it into the company we know it can be. I, myself am a man of few words and have grown rather impatient. I was approached with the idea to not only make my name in PWX, but to tear down the one thing ruining the company. I signed on right away. The Establishment will go down in flames, and like everything...what was once old will be new and reborn again!
[Pariah takes the mic back, and looks around-still shrouded in darkness.]
Pariah: The Establishment…you have an ego maniac, a retard, a monster, and a bitch. Together, in this ring-we have the Best of the Best, we have Mr. Controversy, and we have two stars who will lead us beyond 2015-and into the next decade of this company! That’s not all. No Brian, no Darin, we have one secret weapon. You see, like Sterling pointing out-we have the past, present, and future right here in this very ring. Together we will rise-but we have one secret weapon, a fifth beatle as it were…You see, yes, we have the four of us….and most importantly…we have an army.
[The arena lights turn up-and the entire crowd is wearing the same "We Are PWX" t-shirts, and chanting “PWX”. Pariah holds the microphone up in the air as the crowd roars.]
Pariah: We fight for these people. The people who stayed with PWX during the darkest of timelines! We step into the Seventh Circle for them. Yeah, they came to see US when we were starting out. We put asses in seats during those first months-but these fans stuck with us. It didn’t matter-high school gyms or Madison Sqaure Garden-the PWX Faithful stood by us, and they deserve better! People call me the Tommy Dreamer of PWX. They call me the soul of this company! I’m here to say this;that’s a lie. I’m not the soul of PWX. You all are. These people-these fans-they are the soul of this company-and at Civil War….a revolution will be held-and we will BURN THE ESTABLISHMENT!
[The crowd roars as all four pose on the ropes, until Troy Stones music hits the ring.]
Chris Caudill: What the hell does he want?
Ricky Cravate: Egotistical madman…
[Troy Stone soon walks on the ramp alongside his JOAT assistant Megan Pierce and his heavy Bruce Bowen, Troy is still in his ring gear, but he has his official "Who Has It Better Than Me?" black long sleeve shirt. As "Shooting Star" fades, Troy looks around as the crowd give him a mixed reaction, which surprises him..
Troy: Aww how touching. Team unity. I'm not surprised that you got everyone preaching what you're selling Johnny. Because for so long you've been selling this idea that you're Mr. PWX to these dweebs and they buy every minute of it. You really have a second career set out for yourself once you hang up the wrasslin' boots Johnny.
Troy laughs as he pauses.
Troy: Relax dweebs I have a reason to be out here. And after hearing all, albeit extremely cheesy, speeches by everyone about protecting PWX and leading it to its rebirth and yadda, yadda, it's obvious you three in the ring forget who's the REAL Mr. PWX. I am the epicenter of Pro Wrestling X and I am the be all, end all. And while this scene is cute. Yeah it's cute. But it's missing something.
Troy pauses as the crowd boos.
Troy: What I see in that ring is a team that's lacking in something. I got. All four of you are pretty good, although that's debatable with you Timmy, but nonetheless there is talent in that ring. But talent alone doesn't win wars. Talent alone doesn't seize power and while you four have talent, you got Johnny boy and you got Timmy, two guys; two top guys. But also two top guys that's never reached the apex of PWX. Every time you two have had your chance to reach the top, every single time you fail. True story dweebs. It's like clockwork. And then you factor in a rookie and a newbie and you got four different types of talent. But not one winner. So this group, despite this little unity speech, is missing something. Me.
The crowd buzzes in confusion as Troy pauses.
Troy: You four need me because all of you, even you Johnny, I've reached the top. The House of Stone has reached the apex of Pro Wrestling X. BTW LONGEST reigning PWX World Heavyweight Champion in history. If anyone knows about winning when it matters the most it's Troy Stone. And Johnny finally admitted this to me, which is all I wanted. All I asked was to get the cred that I deserve and be perceived the way Divinity should be perceived. That's all I asked. Just like I asked for the perks of leading your team into victory at Civil War and after earlier tonight Johnny, the answer is yes. I will join your team.
The crowd roars as Troy looks around.
Troy: And if you're a man of your word Johnny, since you desperately need Troy Stone help you gain full power here in PWX, you better keep your end of the bargain. Because Troy Stone's going to live up to his because if there's one thing we can agree on is the fact that Establishment must go down.
The crowd roars again.
Troy: I'm not doing this for PWX or for these dweebs in the crowd, I'm doing this because this must be done. The Establishment must be taken apart and Troy Stone, given everything they have done to both me and the House of Stone, I plan on doing just that. So guys, my teammates, all of you in the ring, don't worry because at Civil War, all you have to do is hop on my back and know your roles as I, Troy Stone, lead you through this war and walk out victorious. That's all you have to do.
"Shooting Star" hits the PA system again as Troy smirks before he walks off as Megan and Bruce follow.
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
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As Nighthawk sits down on anvil cases in the back of the arena in Des Moines, a soft brace on his neck, we see anger flickering in his eyes. Clad in a black Bad Company t-shirt, blue jeans, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" tries to close his eyes to center himself, but can't seem to do it.
Nighthawk: "When Jason and I team, when we're partners, we think as one mind. We have the same goals, the same objectives, and move as one mind to get those goals done. And right now, at the top of that list, is to be the World Tag Team Champions. Jason knows we can beat Vox Populi, I know we can beat Vox Populi, and so do they. So do all of the fans in Des Moines, and wherever PWX is that week. Everyone knows.
The trouble with that is that right now, we can't get to them. We can't make a case for a title shot because an old demon from my past has appeared from out of the blue. Noah, what do you want me to say? What do you want me to feel? Do you want me to reject Jason Aries, reject this? <Nighthawk pulls his Bad Company t-shirt off and takes it towards the camera.> Because i'll tell you what I'm feeling right now..... numb. I'm taking more tylenol than I have taken in months. I had to spend a whole memorial day in a doctor's office getting acupuncture and spinal realignment just so I could get in my car to get here. All of that, all of those hours, because of one move.... the Spike Piledriver you gave me. I've heard this from you before, Noah. You keep wanting me to surrender to a baser impulse, the same one you surrendered to. Well you're not going to get what you want.
But at Civil War, this ends. At Civil War, in a streetfight, I put you down.... for good. Because you don't spit in the wind, you don't piss on Superman's cape, and you don't mess with Bad Company."
Jason Aries: "Noah Hanson a man who would want you to believe he is still one of the best in the world a man who would want you to believe at the end of the day the wrestling world lives and dies with him. The truth is though that you Noah Hanson are a fraud a farce because if you were any kind of "man" you would have have done what you did. I get it though the reason you did it was simple because you know at the end of the day when you step in the ring with Night Hawk you can't lace his boots. I know you feel proud of yourself but trust me a storm is coming and in a storm be careful of the company you keep. I want you to look around and know the company you think you have they cannot help you because there is only one company Bad Company."
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SINGLES MATCH
TROY STONE vs JASON RICHARDS
The bell rings and the match begins. Troy goes straight for Richards and started to deliver stiff knees to the midsection of Richards. The ref had tried to get in between the pair of men to separate them, but Troy made sure that Richards was down on the ground with a knee to the face. Troy was pulled off of Richards by the ref and the ref went to check to see if Richards was able to continue. Richards told the ref that he could continue and Richards pulled himself up with the ropes and leaned on them. Troy ran up to try and attack Jason, but Jason countered Troy with a kick to the face. Jason shook the cobwebs out of his head and he connected with a drop kick straight to the face of Troy. Troy rolled around the mat writhing in pain as Jason pulled Troy away from the ropes and attempted a pinfall…
1…
Tw....
Troy kicked out and Jason quickly stood up. Troy stood up and turned around to a kick in the midsection from Jason. Jason turned and ran into the ropes, only to be met with a drop kick from Troy when he came charging towards him. Jason was holding his face and Troy smirked as he went over to the corner to stalk his opponent. Troy signaled the end as Jason stood up Troy attempted a superkick. Jason dodged the superkick and Jason delivered some still knife edge chops to Troy’s chest. The fans cheered as Jason started to mount a comeback by chopping his way to putting Troy in a corner. Jason walked to the middle of the ring and then turned to attempt a corner splash. The splash didn’t connect as Troy connected with a superkick square in the center of Jason’s face. Jason fell back first on the mat and held his face as Troy signaled for the end. Troy quickly made his way up to the top rope and connected with the “Flight of Divinity” diving elbow drop. Troy quickly covered Jason for a pinfall attempt….
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WINNER: TROY STONE
TROY STONE vs JASON RICHARDS
The bell rings and the match begins. Troy goes straight for Richards and started to deliver stiff knees to the midsection of Richards. The ref had tried to get in between the pair of men to separate them, but Troy made sure that Richards was down on the ground with a knee to the face. Troy was pulled off of Richards by the ref and the ref went to check to see if Richards was able to continue. Richards told the ref that he could continue and Richards pulled himself up with the ropes and leaned on them. Troy ran up to try and attack Jason, but Jason countered Troy with a kick to the face. Jason shook the cobwebs out of his head and he connected with a drop kick straight to the face of Troy. Troy rolled around the mat writhing in pain as Jason pulled Troy away from the ropes and attempted a pinfall…
1…
Tw....
Troy kicked out and Jason quickly stood up. Troy stood up and turned around to a kick in the midsection from Jason. Jason turned and ran into the ropes, only to be met with a drop kick from Troy when he came charging towards him. Jason was holding his face and Troy smirked as he went over to the corner to stalk his opponent. Troy signaled the end as Jason stood up Troy attempted a superkick. Jason dodged the superkick and Jason delivered some still knife edge chops to Troy’s chest. The fans cheered as Jason started to mount a comeback by chopping his way to putting Troy in a corner. Jason walked to the middle of the ring and then turned to attempt a corner splash. The splash didn’t connect as Troy connected with a superkick square in the center of Jason’s face. Jason fell back first on the mat and held his face as Troy signaled for the end. Troy quickly made his way up to the top rope and connected with the “Flight of Divinity” diving elbow drop. Troy quickly covered Jason for a pinfall attempt….
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WINNER: TROY STONE
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Backstage, we are brought into The Establishment locker room. Tiami Tyler can be seen relaxing on the sofa up against the wall as Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, can be seen talking on his cell phone. Just as the camera pans in closer, Hollywood ends the call and to say he looks pissed off is a complete understatement. Hollywood turns back around towards Tiami and she can tell he's not happy.
Tyler: Do I wanna know what's going on hun?
Hollywood: I'm fucking livid! Civil War is one week away and John fucking Pariah is already causing me headache after fucking headache!
Tyler: What did he do now? I mean, I saw his little "irrelevant speech" out in the ring, but this seems like something different.
Hollywood: Let's just say that John is changing my show tonight. Apparently he called off the #1 Contender's match between JT Midas and Darin Zion. If that weren't enough, he booked a Hybrid Championship match instead.
Tiami sits up on the sofa and crosses her legs.
Tyler: I can't believe he would have the balls to go against you with something like that!
Hollywood: Oh just wait.....the "punchline" is coming...he booked Marisol Hawkes against Roxxie for the title tonight!
Tiami's eyes immediately light up and now she starts to get pissed off.
Tyler: Are you fucking kidding me?! He booked a SKANK in that match?! Book me against Pariah tonight....I'll see to it he fucking pays for that mistake!
Hollywood calms Tiami down by patting her on the shoulder.
Hollywood: Now, now, calm down my dear. Luckily for us, I have a plan. Pariah seemingly has forgotten that I own the other half of this fucking company. Pariah should know me better than this by now. Pariah is a fucking idiot if he thinks he's going to win this PWX control from the most strategic and most brilliant Executive in the world.
Tiami relaxes a bit more comforted by Hollywood's words. She knows that Hollywood is the very best at what he does. There isn't a single situation that Hollywood doesn't plan for in the event he ever needs to pull out a contingency plan.
Tyler: Hehe, what did you have in mind?
Hollywood smiles methodically.
Hollywood: My dear, I've got a couple situations worked out that this is going to benefit the BOTH of us by the time I'm done telling you. You see, I'm making a few changes to tonight's show. To be more specific, I'm correcting Pariah's stupid flaws. Pariah wants to cancel matches and make a Hybrid Championship? Fine! Well let him have that one. However, I'm officially entering Darin Zion into the bout and he too will be fighting for the Hybrid Championship making that match a triple threat match!
Tiami smiles brightly.
Tyler: That's brilliant!
Hollywood smiles and nods his head.
Hollywood: Oh it gets better love! This is the part I know your going to love. Kaelyn Divera vs Caleb Houston is no longer our main event of the night. Instead, that match is going to be NEXT! As for your match, my dear, your going to be main eventing tonight's show!
Tiami smiles as she is bombarded with excitement.
Tyler: Oh Brian, your are a super amazing fucking genius!!
Hollywood smiles cockily.
Hollywood: Thank you, my dear. How Pariah ran PWX a few years ago is beyond me. The mother fucker is a nightmare and he isn't what's best for business. He's far from Executive material and that's why, at Civil War, him and his loser band of rejects are going to lose everything. After I get full control of PWX, I'm going to make sure messes like Pariah never fucking happen again! You can bet that as an Executive Promise!
Hollywood and Tiami laugh methodically together as Hollywood shakes his head and brushes his hands together like he easily cleaned up a mess as we fade out of The Establishment office and into commercial break.
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[We open up on a limo speeding up into the parking lot where it immediately stops in mid tracks. The driver opens the door and Darin Zion and Morgana come walking out, holding each others hands. Darin Zion immediately grabs Morgana and starts to make out with her. Darin sets Morgana down and immediately starts to wobble around, completely drunk. Zion is completely out of it while Morgana acts like she's out of it, but you can clearly tell she's acting to sell something. Shawn Lester immediately comes rushing up to Darin Zion and look at him.]
Shawn Lester: Are you sure you want to compete tonight? I don't think that would be a...
Darin Zion: Shut...shut up you fucking bastard. Tonight I'm going to be a Five...FIVE...FIVE time Hybrid Champion. Then I'm going to make a baby in the ring with Morgana. FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYONE! FUCK THE ENTIRE FUCKING LOCKER ROOM! FUCK HOLLYWOOD! FUCK OJEDA! Everyone's just jealous because they're not...
Morgana: They're not Darin Zion, my baby! Yeah!!!! We are the best damn thing in the world and FUCK all the doubters.
[Shawn Lester immediately rests his hand against his head and starts shaking it as he knows Darin has completely lost control these last few weeks. With the ongoing demise of everything going on in PWX, Darin Zion has completely taken a turn for the worst with turning to alcohol, turning to sex, and turning to degrading everyone around him on Twitter. Shawn grabs Zion, who can be seen coughing, holding his chest a bit. Shawn immediately starts motioning towards the doctors.]
Shawn Lester: Regardless if you are Hollywood's friend or not...I'm...
Darin Zion: You're what? Going....going...to....to....take care of me? FUCK YOU! I'm tired of this world holding me back. You fucktards all judge me for saying what's truly on my mind. So I'm going to say this: FUCK YOU ALL! I deserved to be Four time Hybrid Champion. No one ever did anything here in PWX besides me to build this division. Ness didn't, Hollywood didn't, and any of our past founders of the division didn't. I broke my back multiple times and fixed this company. I owned this company, and now everyone thinks that I'm self destructing....it's...it's BULLSHIT!
[Morgana immediately gets in front of the camera and stares evilly at the audience.]
Morgana: Yes! Do you know what Darin's done for this company? He's rescued it from the tyranny of hell multiple times and taken years off his life. He's FALLING apart for this place. And here we have people bitching on Twitter that he's rigging shit and destroying this company. That he's the poison. Yet now I bet you all judge him for letting loose....
[Morgana leaps on to Zion and starts making out with him a bit.]
Morgana: And having a bit of fun and making you jealous...how dare you! You know what, tonight, Darin competes and tonight he will destroy JT Midas. And Lester, if you dare bring any medics over here, I'll fire you immediately and re-instate Jerry Clark. Remember, Hollywood put me in charge of talent relations. But tonight, Darin will become a five time Hybrid Champion. And at Civil War...he will rightfully take his place at the right hand of the throne. So strike up your glasses and start celebrating, because tonight we're conquering the world.
[Morgana and Zion immediately start making out as Shawn Lester shakes his head as the scene fades to black.]
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OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS PWX TOURNEY SEMI FINAL MATCH
KAELYN DIVERA vs CALEB HOUSTON
The bell rings and Kaelyn and Houston start to circle each other. After a few moments, they finally lock up. Divera gets the upper hand as she throws a hard knee into Houston's midsection. She grabs him by the neck and flips him over and to the mat. Divera then follows it up with a standing moonsault. She goes for the cover.
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TWO
Chris: Houston kicks out quickly.
Ricky: This is a semi final match? Can't anyone see these two are in cohorts with each other?!
Houston springs up and goes on an offensive flurry of his own. He uses some kicks and punching combinations as he lays in a volley on Divera. Houston then hits a belly to belly suplex on Divera and goes to cover.
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TWO
Chris: Divera with the shoulder up.
Ricky: Don't they both know that moves like that won't finish each other?
Chris: Why does it matter?
Ricky: Are you really that fucking retarded? It's no secret that Divera and Houston have had a long history with one another. Those moves, they even know, isn't enough to end the other. I don't know whether I'm watching a wrestling show or a rehearsal week!
Divera and Houston lock up again and this time they start trading blows. Houston ricochets Divera off the ropes but charges at her and clotheslines her over the top rope. He bounces off the ropes again and this time launches himself over the top rope and takes down Divera again. Houston grabs Divera and tosses her inside the ring again. He rolls under the bottom rope and attempts to go for a cover. As he goes for the cover.....
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd start to boo loudly. They know the drill by now as Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, comes out from the back with a microphone in his hand. He yawns as he stands atop of the entrance ramp and looks down to Caleb Houston and Kaelyn Divera who are both in turn looking back towards him with confusion on their faces.
Hollywood: Ok stop this fucking painful sight right now! No! This is not how we are going to do things tonight!
Houston and Divera look on in confusion, but annoyed at the same time.
Hollywood: It didn't have to be this way tonight. It really didn't. You see, at the end of the day, I have to ensure that I get what I want. What I want are results. You call this a result? I call it boredom hour! You know, right around the time you people are looking at taking a nap but trying to find a reason, an excuse to delay that nap...then you start watching this crap and you know that it's simply inevitable that your not going to be able to dodge that nap time hour. You start realizing that you can't avoid falling asleep in total catastrophe. So, I thought I would actually do you people a solid tonight! Tonight, I am officially ENDING this match effective immediately!
The crowd start to boo and jeer at Hollywood.
Hollywood: Caleb Houston and Kaelyn Divera, you both are hereby DISQUALIFIED from this match and both of you have been eliminated in the PWX Championship tournament!
Chris: WHAT?!
Ricky: FUCK YES! Mr. Hollywood has done it again!
Chris: Can he do that?!
Ricky: He's the fucking OWNER of PWX! He can do whatever the fuck he wants dumb fuck!
Houston and Divera look on pissed off as they stare a hole into Hollywood. Hollywood cracks up a bit before speaking into the mic again.
Hollywood: I know, I know. I already effected your guys match once tonight. I figured, why the fuck not effect it again! Besides, I haven't done this for awhile and I felt that the situation quite frankly called for it! Oh and that leads me to another good point....since the two of you are DQ'd, I guess that the Main Event has only two more superstars left fighting for the vacant PWX Championship. So I hereby officially announce that tonight's Main Event, Tiami Tyler vs Joey Harris will be for the PWX Championship!
The crowd continues to drown Hollywood in boos as Hollywood starts to walk to the back but stops. He turns back around again.
Hollywood: Hey, shut the fuck up! I don't know what your all bitching about! If you all want someone to blame in all this, you can just point the finger at John Pariah. He's responsible for the bad reactions you guys are giving tonight. I'm merely fixing shit because like the successful business Executive that I am, I must maintain a proper system around here. I'll be damned if John Pariah messes that up. So congratulations guys! There's your fucking "savior" of PWX for you....fucking shit up! At Civil War, I will put Pariah and his merry band of fucking losers and rejects down!
Hollywood pauses for a moment as he turns and flips off one of the crowd section. They boo loudly and start to cause commotion.
Hollywood: I want to make one thing perfectly clear to your team, John. I know you didn't tell them. Your in this match for all the wrong reasons. Your so called "winning team" has NEVER been inside the Cage of Death. They have NO idea of what awaits them in that match! That match ends careers ladies and gents of retardedVille. But who am I to argue what they fucking want to do! Because after Civil War, the opposition will be wiped out and that's five people I don't have to fucking worry about anymore when it comes to my intelligence being insulted. Let's face it John, your team isn't exactly the best wrestlers on the face of the planet. I mean, you and Timothy Hunt are the only two wrestlers who have actually done something. The other three? Siobhan? A chick that got thrown over the top rope...Sterling? Some wannabe flash in the pan who thinks he's hot shit and then how could I forget.....Troy Stone. Boy are you ever so desperate! You thought you had everything figured out didn't you? Your far from business smarts, kid. You made a terrible decision from leaving The Establishment so I made sure your House crumbled beneath your very feet. Ophelia went first and then I showed you personally what happens when you try to cross me! You think you've done anything in PWX Stone? Fuck you kid, your just another guy who choked when it mattered. For the record I'M the longest reigning PWX Champion in history! I may have lost the title, but I didn't become irrelevant after that. You? You lost everything Stone. That and all your proving is how gigantic of a fucking failure you truly are. At Civil War, I will finish off whatever you think you have left. That includes your pathetic career!
Crowd: FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Hollywood: What do I have? A have a team of champions! I have the tag team champions, Vox Populi, who are arguably one of the best tag teams in PWX! Then you have the "Princess of the Establishment" Tiami Tyler, who will walk out tonight your new PWX Champion! Then there's Darin Zion, who's done just about everything in this business and then some. He's won every title in PWX and is one of three only grand slam champions. Then you round it out with yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, the leader of The Establishment, the PWX Hall of Famer and 3 time PWX Champion, 3 time Hybrid Champion and 3 Time Tag Team Champion, ME, Brian Hollywood!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: So you see, there's no chance for Pariah at Civil War. After The Establishment wins and eliminates Pariah from PWX and the face of the earth, I will be in FULL CONTROL of PWX! Unlike Zion, who I had to teach how to be a good Executive, I won't lose my control of MY company! After all the smoke clears and the dust settles, I will be on top of PWX soley and there's not a god damn thing any of you will be able to do to stop me!
Hollywood drops the mic as he starts laughing and gesturing the crowd hatefully. The crowd boo loudly as Hollywood smiles and walks off to the back.
Chris: So we will find out at Civil War the fate of PWX!
Ricky: It's so obvious. Mr. Hollywood and his Establishment have this thing in the bag! I can't wait for those retards to be silenced! They will then know who the best of the best in PWX truly is!
Chris: Well, someone is losing it all at Civil War. If Pariah loses, Hollywood will be in full control of PWX. However, if Hollywood loses, Hollywood loses control of PWX and Pariah will get full control of the company. It's going to be all out war for sure!
Ricky: The stakes are always high by Mr. Hollywood knows exactly what he's doing. He's been in this spot before and I know he'll find a way out. He ALWAYS does.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
KAELYN DIVERA vs CALEB HOUSTON
The bell rings and Kaelyn and Houston start to circle each other. After a few moments, they finally lock up. Divera gets the upper hand as she throws a hard knee into Houston's midsection. She grabs him by the neck and flips him over and to the mat. Divera then follows it up with a standing moonsault. She goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Chris: Houston kicks out quickly.
Ricky: This is a semi final match? Can't anyone see these two are in cohorts with each other?!
Houston springs up and goes on an offensive flurry of his own. He uses some kicks and punching combinations as he lays in a volley on Divera. Houston then hits a belly to belly suplex on Divera and goes to cover.
ONE
TWO
Chris: Divera with the shoulder up.
Ricky: Don't they both know that moves like that won't finish each other?
Chris: Why does it matter?
Ricky: Are you really that fucking retarded? It's no secret that Divera and Houston have had a long history with one another. Those moves, they even know, isn't enough to end the other. I don't know whether I'm watching a wrestling show or a rehearsal week!
Divera and Houston lock up again and this time they start trading blows. Houston ricochets Divera off the ropes but charges at her and clotheslines her over the top rope. He bounces off the ropes again and this time launches himself over the top rope and takes down Divera again. Houston grabs Divera and tosses her inside the ring again. He rolls under the bottom rope and attempts to go for a cover. As he goes for the cover.....
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd start to boo loudly. They know the drill by now as Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, comes out from the back with a microphone in his hand. He yawns as he stands atop of the entrance ramp and looks down to Caleb Houston and Kaelyn Divera who are both in turn looking back towards him with confusion on their faces.
Hollywood: Ok stop this fucking painful sight right now! No! This is not how we are going to do things tonight!
Houston and Divera look on in confusion, but annoyed at the same time.
Hollywood: It didn't have to be this way tonight. It really didn't. You see, at the end of the day, I have to ensure that I get what I want. What I want are results. You call this a result? I call it boredom hour! You know, right around the time you people are looking at taking a nap but trying to find a reason, an excuse to delay that nap...then you start watching this crap and you know that it's simply inevitable that your not going to be able to dodge that nap time hour. You start realizing that you can't avoid falling asleep in total catastrophe. So, I thought I would actually do you people a solid tonight! Tonight, I am officially ENDING this match effective immediately!
The crowd start to boo and jeer at Hollywood.
Hollywood: Caleb Houston and Kaelyn Divera, you both are hereby DISQUALIFIED from this match and both of you have been eliminated in the PWX Championship tournament!
Chris: WHAT?!
Ricky: FUCK YES! Mr. Hollywood has done it again!
Chris: Can he do that?!
Ricky: He's the fucking OWNER of PWX! He can do whatever the fuck he wants dumb fuck!
Houston and Divera look on pissed off as they stare a hole into Hollywood. Hollywood cracks up a bit before speaking into the mic again.
Hollywood: I know, I know. I already effected your guys match once tonight. I figured, why the fuck not effect it again! Besides, I haven't done this for awhile and I felt that the situation quite frankly called for it! Oh and that leads me to another good point....since the two of you are DQ'd, I guess that the Main Event has only two more superstars left fighting for the vacant PWX Championship. So I hereby officially announce that tonight's Main Event, Tiami Tyler vs Joey Harris will be for the PWX Championship!
The crowd continues to drown Hollywood in boos as Hollywood starts to walk to the back but stops. He turns back around again.
Hollywood: Hey, shut the fuck up! I don't know what your all bitching about! If you all want someone to blame in all this, you can just point the finger at John Pariah. He's responsible for the bad reactions you guys are giving tonight. I'm merely fixing shit because like the successful business Executive that I am, I must maintain a proper system around here. I'll be damned if John Pariah messes that up. So congratulations guys! There's your fucking "savior" of PWX for you....fucking shit up! At Civil War, I will put Pariah and his merry band of fucking losers and rejects down!
Hollywood pauses for a moment as he turns and flips off one of the crowd section. They boo loudly and start to cause commotion.
Hollywood: I want to make one thing perfectly clear to your team, John. I know you didn't tell them. Your in this match for all the wrong reasons. Your so called "winning team" has NEVER been inside the Cage of Death. They have NO idea of what awaits them in that match! That match ends careers ladies and gents of retardedVille. But who am I to argue what they fucking want to do! Because after Civil War, the opposition will be wiped out and that's five people I don't have to fucking worry about anymore when it comes to my intelligence being insulted. Let's face it John, your team isn't exactly the best wrestlers on the face of the planet. I mean, you and Timothy Hunt are the only two wrestlers who have actually done something. The other three? Siobhan? A chick that got thrown over the top rope...Sterling? Some wannabe flash in the pan who thinks he's hot shit and then how could I forget.....Troy Stone. Boy are you ever so desperate! You thought you had everything figured out didn't you? Your far from business smarts, kid. You made a terrible decision from leaving The Establishment so I made sure your House crumbled beneath your very feet. Ophelia went first and then I showed you personally what happens when you try to cross me! You think you've done anything in PWX Stone? Fuck you kid, your just another guy who choked when it mattered. For the record I'M the longest reigning PWX Champion in history! I may have lost the title, but I didn't become irrelevant after that. You? You lost everything Stone. That and all your proving is how gigantic of a fucking failure you truly are. At Civil War, I will finish off whatever you think you have left. That includes your pathetic career!
Crowd: FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD! FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD!
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Hollywood: What do I have? A have a team of champions! I have the tag team champions, Vox Populi, who are arguably one of the best tag teams in PWX! Then you have the "Princess of the Establishment" Tiami Tyler, who will walk out tonight your new PWX Champion! Then there's Darin Zion, who's done just about everything in this business and then some. He's won every title in PWX and is one of three only grand slam champions. Then you round it out with yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, the leader of The Establishment, the PWX Hall of Famer and 3 time PWX Champion, 3 time Hybrid Champion and 3 Time Tag Team Champion, ME, Brian Hollywood!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!
Hollywood: So you see, there's no chance for Pariah at Civil War. After The Establishment wins and eliminates Pariah from PWX and the face of the earth, I will be in FULL CONTROL of PWX! Unlike Zion, who I had to teach how to be a good Executive, I won't lose my control of MY company! After all the smoke clears and the dust settles, I will be on top of PWX soley and there's not a god damn thing any of you will be able to do to stop me!
Hollywood drops the mic as he starts laughing and gesturing the crowd hatefully. The crowd boo loudly as Hollywood smiles and walks off to the back.
Chris: So we will find out at Civil War the fate of PWX!
Ricky: It's so obvious. Mr. Hollywood and his Establishment have this thing in the bag! I can't wait for those retards to be silenced! They will then know who the best of the best in PWX truly is!
Chris: Well, someone is losing it all at Civil War. If Pariah loses, Hollywood will be in full control of PWX. However, if Hollywood loses, Hollywood loses control of PWX and Pariah will get full control of the company. It's going to be all out war for sure!
Ricky: The stakes are always high by Mr. Hollywood knows exactly what he's doing. He's been in this spot before and I know he'll find a way out. He ALWAYS does.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
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[Noah and Sam are sitting in their luxury box, its bare except for some catered food and the stocked mini fridge. Noah and Sam are sitting at a table playing cards.]
Sam: You ok kid?
[Noah looks at his Uncle and then at his cards and shakes his head.]
Noah: Fine Sam just trying to wrap my head around things lately, trying to figure out how this place is being ran, trying to figure out what the hell has gotten into Mister White Bread Nighthawk. He always acts so high and mighty like he is some pure of heart soul that doesn't have a mean streak or a bad bone in his body and I exposed that he was a fraud last year and I have continued to prove that he is nothing more of a fake in twenty fourteen.
[Sam looks at his cards, puts two down and draws two more.]
Sam: Don't you think we should try and help PWX with this war with the Establishment? Don't you think its time we do the right thing?
[Noah glares at Sam, slams his right hand down and grabs a bottle of water from the min fridge and then sits back down.]
Noah: Do the right thing? Are you kidding me? I have been here and watched at the fans and the staff have let multiple groups try to over run this place. I have tried to warn people that people like Pariah, Ojeda and countless others were never “good for business” but then you have people like Hollywood and Zion who are just as bad if not worse letting it happen and then expecting the fans to cry for them.
Sam: But isn't it about doing what's right kid, it is all about the fans and if PWX falls then what? If the fans aren't here, if the place burns to the ground then what?
Noah: You ask me that like I am supposed to give a shit....see I was there when Hollywood was just coming into his own as a member of Sex and Money and then we brought in this greenhorn named Darin Zion but as much as we did, as much as me and Tyler Boyd did to try and mold Zion and guide Hollywood and yeah some of the stuff we put Zion through was tough but it was done to make him understand his place, to grow as part of a unit but all he has done is use it as his way of vilifying everything he has been doing for the last year or so. He blames me and Boyd but he forgets that Hollywood was just as guilty, that Hollywood wasn't innocent in all of this but that's fine he wants to try and handcuff me to this sinking ship and pin all of his pains on me, I welcome it, I embrace and bring it to my body and hold it tightly. An old friend used to say “Where your grudge like a crown” and Darin has done well to move forward with that saying as he sits on the bones of the fallen the ones who have given everything they possibly could for this place, he sits on his thrown with his crown of thorns and smiles loving every minute of it.
Sam: Well what better way to do it then by joining Pariahs' cause and standing apposed to the madness that Zion and Hollywood are causing?
Noah: Have you forgotten what Pariah tried to do to me less then a year ago. He tried to end my career, sicked his little Court on me and deemed that I had failed PWX. (Noah scoffs at his own comment) It's funny that he thinks that I failed PWX, he has been nothing but a failure since his conception, perfect example of a mother that should have swallowed that load for sure but make no mistake I will NOT join his side, I will watch him FAIL AGAIN and AGAIN!!
Sam: Then you have failed PWX...
Noah: Fuck PWX, I don't do a thing for this place, I do what I do for the fans and only the fans.
Sam: No kid you do it for yourself, you're like a wolf caught in a bear trap and you're not sure how to get out.
[Noah stand up and takes a long drink of water and then sighs loudly.]
Noah: I don't care about getting out the trap anymore, I don't care about doing what's right Sam. I want this all to end one way or another whether it be taking out Schmied to get to Zion, whether it means sitting here rotting away wasting away....it doesn't matter anymore....no of it does....
Sam: Sometimes a coyote needs to chew its own leg off to get free of the chains that bind him kid...
Noah: Sometimes the coyote will just wait the trap out and when the owner of the trap comes to reopen the trap the coyote attacks.
Sam: I like your thinking kid...
[Noahs cell buzzes and he answers it.]
Noah: Next week my friends make your move....
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HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ROXXIE ROBERTS vs DARIN ZION vs MARISOL HAWKES
As Marisol Hawkes makes her way down to the ring, the camera pans around to Darin Zion grabbing a hold of his chest, and the arm of the referee. Roxxie Roberts who was already in the ring thought it was a joke at first, but Zion was pale as a ghost and quickly fell to one knee in the middle of the ring.
“We don’t know what is going on with Darin Zion folks.”
“Could be a heart condition from yelling Hail Hydra too much?”
“This is no joke, the trainers are in the middle of tending to Darin right now folks.”
In the middle of the ring were trainers and EMT staff. Darin looked as white as a sheet and Marisol slowly made her way inside of the ring from the ring apron where she was sitting. Schmied comes running down to the ring and he looks down at his fallen comrade. Schmied gets out of the ring and pulls Darin’s limp body under the ring. Schmied places the body of Darin Zion over his shoulder and carries him out of the building.
Roxxie stood there in shock and awe and Marisol smirked a great big smirk.
Everyone is still looking around wondering what the hell is going on. The referee simply shrugs his shoulders about Darin Zion and instantly rings the bell for the the two remaining competitors.
The bell sounds and Marisol quickly went on the attack of Roxxie by punching her square in the face. That punch sent Roxxie reeling into the corner as she attempted to shield herself from the multiple right and left hands that Marisol delivered to her. The referee counted to four and Marisol backed out of the corner. Roxxie shook the initial attack off and the two women quickly locked up in the center of the ring, with Marisol getting the better of the exchange. Marisol had an arm bar placed on Roxxie, but Roxxie was able to reverse it and send Marisol into the ropes. Marisol ducked a clothesline from Roxxie, and then Marisol ducked another clothesline. Marisol couldn’t however avoid the drop kick from Roxxie and Marisol rolls around in pain. Roxxie smirks as she grabs Marisol by the hair and pulls her up from the mat. Marisol is hoisted into the air as Roxxie attempts a brainbuster, but Marisol knees Roxxie a few times in the head, which allows Roxxie to bring Marisol down to the mat. Marisol then quickly reverses the attempt with an attempt of her own as Marisol tried to hit a T-Bone Suplex on Roxxie. As the suplex connected, Marisol attempted a quick pinfall…
1…
Tw….
Roxxie kicked out of the pinfall and Marisol smirked. Marisol quickly stood up and motioned for Roxxie to get up. As Roxxie slowly made her way up, Marisol attempted a spear which connected to the mid-section of Roxxie. Roxxie rolled around the ring in pain as Marisol quickly climbed up to the top rope. Marisol shrugged her shoulders as Roxxie rolled out of the ring. Marisol jumped down from the top rope and the ref started the ten count…
1….
2….
3….
“I am done with this bitch!”
Roxxie started to make her way up the ramp as the ref made it to the count of six before Marisol got out of the ring and ran behind Roxxie. Marisol grabbed Roxxie by the hair and nodded her head no. Marisol then proceeded to drag Roxxie by the hair and throw her into the ring steps head first. Roxxie attempted to reverse that and Marisol just ran up the steps and turned to face Roxxie. Roxxie got back into the ring and so did Marisol. Roxxie attempted a clothesline which connected. Marisol hit her head hard on the mat and Roxxie quickly pinned her….
1…
2…
Marisol kicked out at two and Roxxie looked at the ref with a crazed look in her eyes. Roxxie stood up and paced the ring for a brief moment before grabbing Marisol by the hair and pulling her up from the ring mat. Roxxie started talking trash to Marisol and she slapped her across the face. Marisol started to snap out of the daze she was in with each and very slap and chop that Roxxie connected with.
“Bring it fucker!”
Roxxie slapped Marisol again across the face and Marisol snapped. Marisol started delivering stiff knife edge chops and then she ripped off Roxxie’s shirt. Marisol then licked her right hand and delivered a knife edge chop that could be heard in the parking lot. Marisol then sent Roxxie into the ropes and connected with a stiff drop kick. Marisol then attempted to win the match by submission when she locked in the Koji Clutch submission.
“Will Roxxie tap? Will we see a new hybrid champion?”
Marisol pulled on the submission as hard as she could and the fans were clamoring to see what would happen. Roxxie wasn’t moving at all and the ref took her free hand and held it in the air. The hand dropped to the mat…
1!!!
The ref grabbed the same hand again as Marisol screamed for Roxxie to tap. The hand was hoisted into the air and then the hand fell to the ground again…
2!!!!
Marisol smirked as she kept the clutch locked on as tight as she could. The ref grabbed the free hand one last time. A small hush fell over the crowd as the hand was hoisted into the air and then the hand was let go. The hand fell to the mat in a big heap…
3!! Ring the bell!!
Marisol let the hold go and got up on her knees as the crowd was on their feet and the Hybrid title belt was held out for her to take. Marisol finally had her first major title and she made sure to let everyone know about it. She looked directly into the camera and said words that would make Brian Hollywood cringe.
“This one is for you Lilith Morgan. Thank you for giving me the chance and paving the way.”
Marisol took her belt and left the ring as the fans were still going wild.
WINNER: MARISOL HAWKES
ROXXIE ROBERTS vs DARIN ZION vs MARISOL HAWKES
As Marisol Hawkes makes her way down to the ring, the camera pans around to Darin Zion grabbing a hold of his chest, and the arm of the referee. Roxxie Roberts who was already in the ring thought it was a joke at first, but Zion was pale as a ghost and quickly fell to one knee in the middle of the ring.
“We don’t know what is going on with Darin Zion folks.”
“Could be a heart condition from yelling Hail Hydra too much?”
“This is no joke, the trainers are in the middle of tending to Darin right now folks.”
In the middle of the ring were trainers and EMT staff. Darin looked as white as a sheet and Marisol slowly made her way inside of the ring from the ring apron where she was sitting. Schmied comes running down to the ring and he looks down at his fallen comrade. Schmied gets out of the ring and pulls Darin’s limp body under the ring. Schmied places the body of Darin Zion over his shoulder and carries him out of the building.
Roxxie stood there in shock and awe and Marisol smirked a great big smirk.
Everyone is still looking around wondering what the hell is going on. The referee simply shrugs his shoulders about Darin Zion and instantly rings the bell for the the two remaining competitors.
The bell sounds and Marisol quickly went on the attack of Roxxie by punching her square in the face. That punch sent Roxxie reeling into the corner as she attempted to shield herself from the multiple right and left hands that Marisol delivered to her. The referee counted to four and Marisol backed out of the corner. Roxxie shook the initial attack off and the two women quickly locked up in the center of the ring, with Marisol getting the better of the exchange. Marisol had an arm bar placed on Roxxie, but Roxxie was able to reverse it and send Marisol into the ropes. Marisol ducked a clothesline from Roxxie, and then Marisol ducked another clothesline. Marisol couldn’t however avoid the drop kick from Roxxie and Marisol rolls around in pain. Roxxie smirks as she grabs Marisol by the hair and pulls her up from the mat. Marisol is hoisted into the air as Roxxie attempts a brainbuster, but Marisol knees Roxxie a few times in the head, which allows Roxxie to bring Marisol down to the mat. Marisol then quickly reverses the attempt with an attempt of her own as Marisol tried to hit a T-Bone Suplex on Roxxie. As the suplex connected, Marisol attempted a quick pinfall…
1…
Tw….
Roxxie kicked out of the pinfall and Marisol smirked. Marisol quickly stood up and motioned for Roxxie to get up. As Roxxie slowly made her way up, Marisol attempted a spear which connected to the mid-section of Roxxie. Roxxie rolled around the ring in pain as Marisol quickly climbed up to the top rope. Marisol shrugged her shoulders as Roxxie rolled out of the ring. Marisol jumped down from the top rope and the ref started the ten count…
1….
2….
3….
“I am done with this bitch!”
Roxxie started to make her way up the ramp as the ref made it to the count of six before Marisol got out of the ring and ran behind Roxxie. Marisol grabbed Roxxie by the hair and nodded her head no. Marisol then proceeded to drag Roxxie by the hair and throw her into the ring steps head first. Roxxie attempted to reverse that and Marisol just ran up the steps and turned to face Roxxie. Roxxie got back into the ring and so did Marisol. Roxxie attempted a clothesline which connected. Marisol hit her head hard on the mat and Roxxie quickly pinned her….
1…
2…
Marisol kicked out at two and Roxxie looked at the ref with a crazed look in her eyes. Roxxie stood up and paced the ring for a brief moment before grabbing Marisol by the hair and pulling her up from the ring mat. Roxxie started talking trash to Marisol and she slapped her across the face. Marisol started to snap out of the daze she was in with each and very slap and chop that Roxxie connected with.
“Bring it fucker!”
Roxxie slapped Marisol again across the face and Marisol snapped. Marisol started delivering stiff knife edge chops and then she ripped off Roxxie’s shirt. Marisol then licked her right hand and delivered a knife edge chop that could be heard in the parking lot. Marisol then sent Roxxie into the ropes and connected with a stiff drop kick. Marisol then attempted to win the match by submission when she locked in the Koji Clutch submission.
“Will Roxxie tap? Will we see a new hybrid champion?”
Marisol pulled on the submission as hard as she could and the fans were clamoring to see what would happen. Roxxie wasn’t moving at all and the ref took her free hand and held it in the air. The hand dropped to the mat…
1!!!
The ref grabbed the same hand again as Marisol screamed for Roxxie to tap. The hand was hoisted into the air and then the hand fell to the ground again…
2!!!!
Marisol smirked as she kept the clutch locked on as tight as she could. The ref grabbed the free hand one last time. A small hush fell over the crowd as the hand was hoisted into the air and then the hand was let go. The hand fell to the mat in a big heap…
3!! Ring the bell!!
Marisol let the hold go and got up on her knees as the crowd was on their feet and the Hybrid title belt was held out for her to take. Marisol finally had her first major title and she made sure to let everyone know about it. She looked directly into the camera and said words that would make Brian Hollywood cringe.
“This one is for you Lilith Morgan. Thank you for giving me the chance and paving the way.”
Marisol took her belt and left the ring as the fans were still going wild.
WINNER: MARISOL HAWKES
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[We’re backstage where Elijah Black, clad in a Life Of Agony t-shirt, is sipping from a cup of coffee he picked up in catering…which is so bad it causes him to grimace]
Black: Goddamn, that’s almost bad enough to drive a man to Starbucks…
[Black tosses the cup aside, splattering the murky brown contents all over the wall it connects with, as Daniel Everett walks into the shot]
Everett: A little bird just told me where those masked morons are, so are we going to jump them now or…?
[Black holds up a hand before he sits on a flight case he “liberated” from the loading area, as he uses his tongue to get the grimy remnants of the coffee from behind his teeth]
Everett: But they’ll probably be gone if we don’t act now.
[Black spits the gritty coffee grinds on the floor and clears his throat, before looking up towards Everett]
Black: As tempting as paying the two of them an unscheduled visit in order to remind them that their actions have consequences, but maybe we should let them sweat for another couple of weeks. After all, they can’t hide forever, so there’s going to be plenty more opportunities to introduce their faces to the ground.
However, I’m thinking ahead on this one.
Everett: What is there to think about? They’re there, we’re here, let’s shorten the distance before we shorten their careers.
[Black holds up his hand again]
Black: Remember what’s just around the corner…and I don’t mean the members of Mascara Muerto. That hot-head Brian Hollywood has decided to go all-in and set up a match that will determine who runs this place in the very near future, and to say that the pair of us are well placed to dictate who will be picking and choosing our opponents would be the understatement of the year. All we have to do is watch their backs for a couple more shows and then everything will fall into place for us.
Everett: Watching their backs seems to be a full-time job. Zion seems to find a way to get his ass handed to him on a weekly basis – and when watching his back, the damn thing still looks like lasagne after his date with the sushi machine a few weeks back
[Black smirks]
Black: Self-preservation isn’t Zion’s strong suit, is it?
Everett: What is?
[Black pauses to think about the question, then ignores it]
Black: Given we’re one match away from pretty much being able to pick and choose whoever we face and whenever we face them, the one thing we don’t want to do is create complications ahead of the match, and giving Mascara Muerto reason to bear a grudge against us in the build-up to Civil War can lead to all sorts of complications, not least if they seek vengeance as we’re busy changing the face of PWX. So with that in mind, let them wait a little longer for their comeuppance, because they’re not going anywhere – and neither are we.
Most importantly, though, keeping Zion and Hollywood onside gives us free reign to do whatever the hell we want. They walk around here thinking this place is their personal playground, so while they’re busy stuffing their snouts in the trough we’re under their radar so we’re free to do whatever we need to do, until…
[Black claps his hands together loudly]
Black: …well, I’m sure we both know what that particular plan is.
[Black gets off the flight case and slaps Everett on the shoulder]
Black: Anyway, let’s go let the pair of them think we’re a pair of lackeys at their beck and call for a little longer.
[Black and Everett walk out of shot]
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We come back from the final commercial break of the evening to find Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood, roaming around backstage. He looks quite impatient too. Hollywood looks around before continuing his backstage trek. He then runs into Shawn Lester.
Lester: Oh sorry Mr. Hollywood. I didn't see you coming!
Hollywood: Shut the fuck up Lester, I don't have time for your shit right now! Where the fuck is Zion? I can't find the bastard anywhere.
Lester's eyes look up and move right to left as he clearly thinks for a moment. A moment later, he simply shrugs.
Lester: I haven't the slightest idea...
Hollywood shakes his head and storms off down the hallway completely frustrated as Shawn looks on confused.
Lester: What's his fucking problem tonight?
Lester shrugs his shoulders again as we head to the main event.
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MAIN EVENT
PWX CHAMPIONSHIP
TIAMI TYLER vs JOEY HARRIS
The bell rings and both competitors don't waste any time with the back and forth trade of punches. Tiami got the upper hand in the exchange and started to deliver some stiff chops as well as more punches. Tiami kicked him in the midsection over and over again and the ref pulled her off of Joey. Tiami backed off for about three seconds before she delivered a quick shoulder tackle into the corner. She delivered two more shoulders in the corner before quickly hitting a DDT on Joey. Tiami went for a quick pinfall attempt, but Joey kicked out at one. Tiami quickly bounded up and kicked Joey in the head. Tiami smirked and posed for the crowd for a moment before making her way back to Joey. Joey saw this and Tiami ended up face first into the middle turnbuckle thanks to a perfect drop toe hold. Joey got up and pulled Tiami into the center of the ring by her hair. Joey delivered a quick short arm clothesline and then went for a pinfall on Tiami....
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Tiami kicked out of the pinfall and slowly rolled her way out of the ring. Joey shook his head and licked his lips as he made his way out of the ring himself. The ref kept telling both of the competitors to get back in the ring as Joey pulled Tiami up off of the floor. Joey went to send Tiami into the steel ring steps, but Tiami reversed the maneuver and it was Joey that ended up going into the ropes head and shoulder first. Tiami blew a kiss to the fans as she rolled into the ring to break the count that the ref had started. Tiami then rolled back out onto the floor and she made her way to Joey. Tiami delivered a snap DDT to Joey on the outside which sent Joey rolling around in pain on the floor. Tiami stood up and took a bow before pulling Joey up off of the ground and sending him back into the ring. Tiami got back into the ring and quickly curb stomped Joey before attempting a pinfall...
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Joey kicked out and you could see the angered look upon the face of the lady of the Establishment. Tiami stood up as Joey started to pull himself up using the ropes. Tiami stood in front of him and dared him to hit her. Joey delivered a stiff slap to Tiami's face, and Tiami slapped him back. Joey slapped Tiami back and Tiami slapped Joey again. The two trades chops and slaps as the fans cheered for Joey and booed for Tiami. Joey got the better of the exchange as the two found themselves in the middle of the ring. Tiami ducked a clothesline and Joey ended up bouncing off the ropes. Tiami ducked another clothesline and Tiami smirked as she kicked Joey in the midsection as he came off the ropes once more. Tiami quickly connected with a northern lights suplex and held it for the pinfall attempt....
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Joey kicked out and the fans went crazy. Tiami shook her head no as she stood up, stalking Joey. Tiami quickly signaled the end as she attempted to hook in the "Icy Revolution" package piledriver move, but Joey did a reversal into a back body drop. Tiami grabbed her back as she got up off the ground. Joey connected with a clothesline and Tiami got up. Joey grabbed her and irish whipped Tiami into the corner. Joey attempted to hit the jumping knees in the corner on Tiami, but Tiami dodged that move which sent Joey to the mat hard on his head and shoulder. Tiami pulled Joey up from the mat and spiked him with a DDT before she stood up and signaled the end of the match to the fans. Tiami attempted the "Icy Revolution package piledriver move once more and this time it connected. The fans grew quiet as Tiami attempted a pin on Joey...
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thre....NO!!!!
Joey kicked out. Tiami grabbed her hair and then the camera quickly turned to see Brian Hollywood coming down to ringside. He was screaming for Tiami to get back on Joey and hit another package piledriver to Joey. Tiami smirked an evil smirk and slowly pulled Joey up from the mat. Tiami set up for the "Icy Revolution" one more time, which connected and Tiami pinned Joey...
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Ring the bell!!
WINNER: TIAMI TYLER
PWX CHAMPIONSHIP
TIAMI TYLER vs JOEY HARRIS
The bell rings and both competitors don't waste any time with the back and forth trade of punches. Tiami got the upper hand in the exchange and started to deliver some stiff chops as well as more punches. Tiami kicked him in the midsection over and over again and the ref pulled her off of Joey. Tiami backed off for about three seconds before she delivered a quick shoulder tackle into the corner. She delivered two more shoulders in the corner before quickly hitting a DDT on Joey. Tiami went for a quick pinfall attempt, but Joey kicked out at one. Tiami quickly bounded up and kicked Joey in the head. Tiami smirked and posed for the crowd for a moment before making her way back to Joey. Joey saw this and Tiami ended up face first into the middle turnbuckle thanks to a perfect drop toe hold. Joey got up and pulled Tiami into the center of the ring by her hair. Joey delivered a quick short arm clothesline and then went for a pinfall on Tiami....
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Tiami kicked out of the pinfall and slowly rolled her way out of the ring. Joey shook his head and licked his lips as he made his way out of the ring himself. The ref kept telling both of the competitors to get back in the ring as Joey pulled Tiami up off of the floor. Joey went to send Tiami into the steel ring steps, but Tiami reversed the maneuver and it was Joey that ended up going into the ropes head and shoulder first. Tiami blew a kiss to the fans as she rolled into the ring to break the count that the ref had started. Tiami then rolled back out onto the floor and she made her way to Joey. Tiami delivered a snap DDT to Joey on the outside which sent Joey rolling around in pain on the floor. Tiami stood up and took a bow before pulling Joey up off of the ground and sending him back into the ring. Tiami got back into the ring and quickly curb stomped Joey before attempting a pinfall...
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Joey kicked out and you could see the angered look upon the face of the lady of the Establishment. Tiami stood up as Joey started to pull himself up using the ropes. Tiami stood in front of him and dared him to hit her. Joey delivered a stiff slap to Tiami's face, and Tiami slapped him back. Joey slapped Tiami back and Tiami slapped Joey again. The two trades chops and slaps as the fans cheered for Joey and booed for Tiami. Joey got the better of the exchange as the two found themselves in the middle of the ring. Tiami ducked a clothesline and Joey ended up bouncing off the ropes. Tiami ducked another clothesline and Tiami smirked as she kicked Joey in the midsection as he came off the ropes once more. Tiami quickly connected with a northern lights suplex and held it for the pinfall attempt....
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Joey kicked out and the fans went crazy. Tiami shook her head no as she stood up, stalking Joey. Tiami quickly signaled the end as she attempted to hook in the "Icy Revolution" package piledriver move, but Joey did a reversal into a back body drop. Tiami grabbed her back as she got up off the ground. Joey connected with a clothesline and Tiami got up. Joey grabbed her and irish whipped Tiami into the corner. Joey attempted to hit the jumping knees in the corner on Tiami, but Tiami dodged that move which sent Joey to the mat hard on his head and shoulder. Tiami pulled Joey up from the mat and spiked him with a DDT before she stood up and signaled the end of the match to the fans. Tiami attempted the "Icy Revolution package piledriver move once more and this time it connected. The fans grew quiet as Tiami attempted a pin on Joey...
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thre....NO!!!!
Joey kicked out. Tiami grabbed her hair and then the camera quickly turned to see Brian Hollywood coming down to ringside. He was screaming for Tiami to get back on Joey and hit another package piledriver to Joey. Tiami smirked an evil smirk and slowly pulled Joey up from the mat. Tiami set up for the "Icy Revolution" one more time, which connected and Tiami pinned Joey...
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Ring the bell!!
WINNER: TIAMI TYLER
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Post match Tiami starts to celebrate in the ring. The referee hands her the PWX Championship and Tiami kisses it and jumps up and down excited for her first PWX Championship win. As Tiami starts to celebrate, Brian Hollywood enters the ring and hugs her. He then holds up her hand high in the air and points at her and congratulates her on her victory. Hollywood then all of a sudden turns his attention to Joey Harris and just starts to stomp into him.
Chris: Uh oh....Hollywood has been looking for a way to vent his frustrations all night..it looks like he's finally going to be able to do just that.
Ricky: Of course he is! Mr. Hollywood deserves to vent!
Hollywood continuously stomps into the skull of Joey Harris as Tiami then joins in. Hollywood motions for Tiami to pull Joey up as he sets up for the Executive Promise. Before he can capitalize, though, John Pariah, Siobhan Townsend, Timothy Hunt, Sterling James and Troy Stone rush down the ramp and slide into the ring. Tiami drops Harris as she focuses her attention to Timothy Hunt. Hollywood immediately guns for Pariah as the two lock into a fist fight. Stone and Townsend assist Pariah as they start beating up on Hollywood. This prompts the rest of the Establishment to come out as Vox Populi run down the ramp and slide into action. They immediately start attacking Stone and Townsend allowing Hollywood to battle Pariah one on one.
Chris: THIS IS MADNESS!
Ricky: This is politics!
Tiami and Hunt clothesline each other over the top rope and to the outside. Sterling slides under the ropes and attacks Tiami. He picks her up and tosses her into the steel ring steps. Black and Everett hit a double team drop kick on Townsend before Everett gets hit with an inverted DDT by Stone. Black is able to compensate and plows Stone with the Black State. Hollywood and Pariah continue to exchange blows until finally Pariah goes for his finisher. Hollywood is able to slide out of it as Hollywood rolls out of the ring. Black rolls out of the ring too and checks on Everett as Hollywood helps Tiami up to her feet. The Establishment start to walk backwards in retreat as the crowd boo loudly. Pariah, Townsend, Hunt, James and Stone all stand in the ring staring down at the Establishment as Hollywood and Pariah lock eyes and start talking shit back and forth. Hollywood shakes his head in frustration as Pariah gestures for him to come into the ring. Hollywood and Pariah exchange words again as Adrenaline slowly fades out.
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