Post by Darin Zion on Jun 14, 2014 21:45:01 GMT -5
PWX Presents: School of Hard Knox 2
Place: Crown Point, ID
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Ricky Cravate: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time…the owner of Pro Wrestling X…………JOHN PARIAH!!!!
[“Southtown” plays as John Pariah steps out from the backstage area-sporting a bandage on his head. His hair is pulled back and he’s in a black dress shirt.]
Studio Audience: THANK YOU PARIAH! *clap clap clapclapclap* THANK YOU PARIAH!
Jerry Clark: Welcome John.
John Pariah: Jerry! Good evening sir. Ricky, a pleasure as always…
Ricky Cravate: So John, what are your plans for PWX moving forward?
John Pariah: Right to the point Ricky. I like that. No bullshit, no idle chatter, no small talk. I like you, I might keep you around after all.
[He chuckles, as the commentators reluctantly join in.]
John Pariah: Seriously though. I don’t hold grudges-just remember who signs your paychecks kid.
Jerry Clark: He does make a point though sir. It seems to be a brand new day in PWX after Civil War-and your team scoring the win over The Establishment-seemingly granting you ownership of your company. What are your friends, and how is this going to affect Second City Wrestling?
John Pariah: It’s not going to….tune into Heritage on Pro Wrestling Syndicate on the 14th-and you’ll know why Jerry. But to answer your questions a bit more openly: There is a new order in PWX, a new day has dawned. You can call it an uprising if you want…actually…yes..lets do that. Adrenaline 81 will be returning home to the PWX Arena in Crown Point, Indiana-the first show there in MONTHS.
Ricky Cravate: Since before the Establishment took over.
John Pariah: We’re going to be home for awhile, leading up to our next Pay Per View. You may be thinking, Team PWX won-we burnt them to the ground….but my job of rescuing PWX and rewarding our loyal fans isn’t over. You see, there’s an issue of the World Championship. Tiami Tyler-honestly, she doesn’t deserve the championship right now. Not one bit. Her gag reflex-or..lack thereof-is the ONLY reason she has the title right now. Zion knows that, Hollywood knows that, I know you. You know that. Hell, I’m sure a good majority of the locker room know that! Now unfortunately I can’t strip her of the championship. My lawyers have been pawing over the contracts for days now. It’s relatively iron tight. I can however, book her in a match to defend the title…and I’m going to do just that…..at Uprising.
Jerry Clark: and her opponent?
John Pariah: Me.
Ricky Cravate: What?
John Pariah: Here me out Ricky. I did eliminate her from Civil War…did I not?
Ricky Cravate: You did.
John Pariah: Now, I want to personally thank my team at Civil War. Troy Stone and Siobhan Townsend were the two surviving members-and they will be rewarded. At Uprising….Troy Stone and Siobhan Townsend will compete in a Number One Contenders Match. The winner will have a World Championship opportunity at the following Pay Per View, against whomever is champion!
Jerry Clark: Impressive first action.
John Pariah: Don’t worry Jerry….there’s a lot more coming. Welcome to the new dawn in PWX boys and girls. Remember…#WeArePWX!
Studio Audience: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
[Immediately the lights cut out in the arena and fire immediately starts a blaze as we open up to Schmied's new theme song: "Shepherd of Fire" by Avenged Sevenfold. The crowd literally goes completely bananas as Schmied and Morgana immediately come down to the ring. Schmied comes holding Morgana's hand as Pariah, Ricky, and Jerry enjoy watching from their box.]
Ricky: So gentlemen, while Pariah's here, we have to get your thoughts after Darin Zion fell off the titantron and into a huge explosion this past week at Civil War. I mean it was one of the most brutal acts of devistation on a PWX superstar. Schmied looked like he was out to kill Darin Zion....
John Pariah: Let me stop you gentlemen right there: I don't care about Darin Zion, nor will I care about the man. He definitely fucked up this place badly, and I'm personally glad that my old nemesis tossed his ass off the titantron. Schmied is a beast and he's definitely a man who deserves to obliterate PWX superstars.
Jerry: Oh yes, for sure, Schmied's deserved a PWX World Championship match too...
John Pariah: Not that far...but still, what happened was hell crazy. And I feel terribly bad for Gunter Banks tonight. What a terrible match he's got to face. He's going to face a man who's literally smeared people across the canvas.
Jerry: And don't forget stages...
Ricky: Shut up and stop talking about our former owner like that. He's lying in critical condition. He could be dying right now and you're talking about him.
John Pariah: Shut up and watch this match before I fire you.
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Last Man Standing
Schmied vs. Gunter Banks
[Schmied immediately rushes right towards Banks with the crowd completely roaring as Schmied knocks Banks across the head with a stiff clothesline. Schmied picks up Banks and immediately drives him stiffly across the mat with a military press. He tosses Banks stiffly straight into the turnbuckle, then spears the living shit out of Banks. Banks stands up a little dazed. As Banks gets up, Schmied scoops him up and immediately picks him up and hits the stiffest Blitzkreig Hammer, driving Banks head first straight into the mat. Schmied stands up and lets the referee count to ten quickly. As the referee hits ten, Schmied immediately arrives in the ring with a microphone, absorbing the cheers of the crowd.]
Winner: Schmied
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Crowd: SCHMIED! SCHMIED! SCHMIED! SCHMIED!
Jerry: The crowd is going wild for Schmied and who can blame them.
John Pariah: I cannot wait until he speaks!
Crowd: Schmied! Schmied Schmied! Schmied! Schmied!
[Schmied picks up the microphone and literally smiles to the crowd as Morgana hangs on his arm. She whispers into his ear for one moment and he nods. He starts to act like he's choking up from all the love from the crowd. Morgana's smile grows as the crowd continues to heat up and intensive in the PWX arena. We see people bowing towards Schmied, we see signs of Schmied tossing Zion off the tron, Brian getting smashed, and people just worshiping Schmied. However, Schmied's face turns serious and his bass voice booms for a moment as he looks at the crowd with disgust.]
Schmied: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!
Schmied: Yes, quit chanting for me you stupid morons. If you didn't realize it last night I fucking killed the real hero: Darin Zion!
John Pariah: What the fuck is he talking about?
Ricky: I think we are all confused up here...I see Jerry with his mouth dropped like the fucking tool he is.
Schmied: All you've done is cheered me because I took out on annoyance, but the fact of the matter is I haven't changed at all. I'm a fucking killing machine. You just worship me differently because I take out the one person you didn't agree with and what makes it even funnier is: he was absolutely right about this place the entire fucking time. We have people drinking the Kool-Aid of these washed up wrestlers and these has-beens the entire time, and the only reason you guys booed him was because he had talent. He had his shit backed up. But what's funnier is: I finally got a hold of a man who always thought he was invincible.
[Schmied laughs as the crowd immediately looks at him completely perplexed. Morgana smiles innocently as she kisses him on the cheek. She rubs his back as the crowd continues to boo Schmied, who continues to look unphased by it.]
Schmied: Keep booing me, go on, it's completely cute! I love it! You think I'm trying to pull some trick that will bring Zion back. Newsflash: there's no grand scheme and Zion's not suing Pariah for his control of the company back...I KILLED HIM! And I know, you're all so fucking elated about it...but let's just face the facts now: I've always hated the guy and there's been a fucking elephant in the room. In fact, I lead this movement of change in PWX. I'd fed him the lies about him being talents, about how he should turn his back on the fans, but what's cute is you thought I was the worthless meathead standing and protecting Zion. In actuality, I protected myself.
[The crowd continues to look rather confused and doesn't know rather to cheer or boo at this point as Schmied continues to babble on. After a few moments, Morgana takes the microphone and looks at the audience in disgust. She crosses her arms as people hate on her as her voice starts to shrill on the microphone.]
Morgana: Schmied, baby, they're too stupid to understand your plan. This is a punch of Crown Point people...they typically miss the point.
Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Morgana: Hi everyone: Let's cut the nickname and get serious and start revealing the plan since they're a bunch of idiots. My name is really Morgan Devereux, dark marketer and love of this beast. If you haven't figured out Schmied's cryptic shit: we controlled you like...PUPPETS! Remember that line? My ex-boyfriend said it. Want to know who marketed it? Me? Why? Because he was so tired and pissed off at the bunch of worthless shit heads you are. He bitched about how you didn't care about him. So I did some...convincing...and that's where all the fun began.
[Schmied immediately rips the microphone from Morgan Devereux's hand and he scowls towards the audience and pumps his chest out. He starts intensifying his speech and starts to yell out the crowd as he speaks.]
Schmied: This was years in the making. I'd chased Zion down to PWX and I've wanted to...well destroy him ever since he and I crossed paths back in 2008. I knew who he was and those little stories you heard..well they're a bunch of fucking bullshit. I knew since Zion was missing his little bitch who's rotting in hell right now; I knew Morgan, her best friend would be able to...well let's just say excite his jollies after Zion resurface. And that's when the plan got interesting...Darin Zion had a weakness and..
Morgan Devereux: He took the bait like a fish. He's a fucking puppet this entire time. Funny how sex motivates.
Schmied: Yes, baby...it sure does. But the rest was history. And I got to finish the job I've started for the past 10 years just the past week...
[Schmied points to the titantron where a clip of the Mercy Hospital in Washington DC pops across the screen. We see Shawn Lester sitting in his chair minding his own business late in the evening. All of a sudden, Schmied barrels into the room and clotheslines him and beats him up. Shawn Lester lays in a pool of his own blood for a moment. Schmied then looks at Darin Zion, laying completely bandaged up and hanging on for his life. Schmied immediately pauses and looks at the tube. Without hesitation, he pulls the tube and the EKG goes dead. The crowd immediately boos in a chorus on hatred boos while Schmied laughs. We pan to Pariah, Ricky, and Jerry as they look completely shocked.]
John Pariah: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Ricky: I cannot believe it!
Jerry: Zion....dead?! But HOW THE FUCK?!
Ricky: HE UNLEASHED A MONSTER...who's now unchained...what the fuck?
Schmied: I know! Now celebrate! Seriously, let's cheer me now. Talk your hatred upon your unsung hero because he's fucking dead! AND I KILLED HIM! And what makes it better: I had all Zion's lawyers clear my name so I cannot be charged again. Funny how money works anymore. But let's face it...you all hated him, so now you've changed on me...is that because I went too far? FUCK YOU! You know I waited for 10 years to watch him die and now I've succeed in completing my ultimate goal....
Morgan Devereux: And what's that baby?
Schmied: Well...I killed my dad....
Ricky: Wait?!
Schmied: Murdered my mom...
Jerry: HOLY FUCK?!
[Schmied immediately starts going for his mask and immediately lifts it off his face. Immediately we see a face we've seen in many of Darin Zion's promos from almost a year ago. The face looks completely scared and burn, but it looks familar...a striking resemblance. In fact, the crowd immediately boos as they recognize the face.]
John Pariah: HOLY FUCK! THAT'S JACOB MATTHEWS?! WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT GATHER THAT AFTER HE RAN OFF WHEN I RIPPED HIS MASK OFF!
Jerry: That's Zion's dead brother?!
Ricky: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!
Jerry: HOW THE FUCK....
Crowd: FUCK YOU JACOB! FUCK YOU JACOB!
John Pariah: The crowd is taking it rather interesting...but how the fuck is it Jacob Matthews? He died YEARS AGO!
Schmied: I finally killed my brother...and that's been the plan the entire time. I got tired of my family hiding me like some black sheep. They treated me like some sort of sadistic monster that needed to be locked up because of all my past drug issues and violent tendencies. The same tendencies you people now cheer because I shredded apart people. Truth be told: it felt glorious to fool all you pathetic losers the entire time. And what's worse...it feels better to FINALLY bury my brother's legacy as a babbling idiot because he never knew what my parents did. Yet at the same time...he NEVER ONCE rescued me unless it was by complete accident.
Morgan Devereux: It's great because honestly it was always JAKE THIS, CLARA that...and all Zion did was play this stupid little bastard emo child. "NO BODY LIKES ME!" "NO ONE ACCEPTS ME!" That's all I ever heard from Zion's mouth. He'd bitch about his dead girlfiend and his dead...well to him dead...brother. And what's funny: we killed him for his insubordination. Now all the titles, all the legacy...dead...because his career was a farce.
[The crowd immediately starts throwing shit into the ring as Schmied laughs at them. Morgan Devereux and Schmied immediately start to make out in the ring as the crowd continues to bury them. Schmied pops up and starts immediately smiling as the crowd continues to boo in complete and utter hatred.]
Schmied: And next week, we'll have a fitting funeral for my entire worthless family. Maybe then I'll make love on their corpses...maybe then I'll have justice...or maybe now...I'll just ruin these pathetic worthless fans dreams of ever having any hope in PWX again. After all, Zion's dead, Pariah's in control, and now the era of Schmied begins.
["Shepherd of Fire" immediately blares on the PA System as Schmied and Morgana grab each other's hands and exit the ring. We cut back to the broadcast booth with John Pariah, Ricky, and Jerry.]
Ricky: I don't know how to react with this news...it feels like a soap opera.
John Pariah: I knew Jacob was sick...but damn...what he's done to my family and his...that takes the cake. Make no mistake about it...I sadly cannot do anything because the bastard has an iron clad contract after Zion signed him. But make no mistake about it...the roster will make him pay for his actions.
Jerry: No doubt...I'm sure a lot of people will want to line up with this. We will be right back.
[The scene fades to black as Schmied and Morgan Devereux start making out on the top of the ramp.]
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FLASHBACK
[Shawn Lester is backstage with a microphone in his hands. he looks at the camera and brings the microphone to his lips.]
Shawn Lester: Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time, Troy Stone.
[Troy soon walks on screen along with Bruce Bowen and Megan Pierce. Troy looks at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before looking at Shawn Lester and laughing.]
Troy: Eee you decided to wear that? Because I guess a yellow tie looks really good on a gray suit. I wish you lived with your mother so she could tell you just how bad you look. Or maybe not. Maybe she thinks you look nice. In that case, she's a horrible mother. She clearly doesn't care.
Shawn: O...k. Anyways tonight John Pariah takes on one of your friends David Wilson in the main event. And recently John Pariah has made it known that he wants a piece of you. Your thoughts?
[Troy laughs.]
Troy: My thoughts? Yeah blockbuster main event tonight. I know Davey's want a crack at Johnny for a while and if I was Johnny I would be more worried about him than me. Since you know he's going to be in the ring with Davey and not me. But you know what, I'm not phased by Johnny and why should I? I've beaten him once and I would do it again. Simple fact. Pariah can't touch me at anything. Whether it's in the ring or aesthetically, I best him at everything. Look I didn't get to be in the position I am without stealing every single show and I have. 99% of the locker room BTW, hasn't done a fraction to what Troy Stone has managed to do in eleven months and whether Johnny wants to admit or not and whether if all the dweebs in the audience wants to admit it, John Pariah is a part of that 99%. Now you-
[Suddenly, Troy Stone stops as he's interrupted by Brian Hollywood. Troy stops looking at his hand mirror and directs his attention to Hollywood as does Megan and Bruce.]
Brian: Troy, we need to talk. I've been trying to get a hold of you and Megan.
Troy: Yeah...about that. Here's the deal alright? When we made this agreement to be partners, I envisioned a very beneficial and profitable relationship. And it was going well. Really well. And then you actually gave Wrath a title shot by losing to him when you know I was just about to set up the Lottery fo Dreams II. And then you turned a blind eye and let Tiami put my babe on the shelf. And given the fact that you haven't answered any of my answers to why, I went back to the well and thought about it and now it's clear to me. This partnership? It's starting to show negative effects for Troy Stone.
Brian: Well we could-
Troy: No. Don'[t go there. I tried being reasonable. You're right. We could have worked things out. But you didn't give me answers in enough time so as the smart business man that Troy Stone is, it's dawned on me that this partnership no longer benefits. So you know what, we're done. I don't need this. Troy Stone was at the top before and Troy Stone will get there again like I did the first time. By building my own foundation and that's something you, Johnny boy and everyone in PWX is going to see. Don't worry, it's not you..it's you and everyone in the Establishment. So there you go. We're done and now I have to run so..lates.
[Troy soon walks away as Bruce and Megan follow. The camera cuts back to Hollywood where he clearly starts to get frustrated. Shawn Lester comes back into view towards Hollywood.]
Lester: I don't suppose you have anything to say to me, do you?
[Hollywood slowly turns his head towards Shawn and looks at him with rage. A few moments later, Hollywood's anger turns to a sadistic smile.]
Hollywood: Actually, it's funny you should mention that, Shawn. It appears Troy Stone and the rest of his failing House comrades have finally fallen in my elaborate plan. Stone thinks he always held the power around here...and he's about to find out just how wrong he really is...
Hollywood pauses and turns to Shawn. He then raises his voice so that he makes sure everyone can in the arena can hear him.
Hollywood: You want to play with the big boys now, do you Stone?! Well step right up because your about to get your first lesson of reality 101. So I hope you can hear me loud and clear, because this message isn't just directed at you...
[Hollywood clears his throat and continues]
Hollywood: As of THIS MOMENT, the Main Event of the evening has been CHANGED! The main event is no longer John Pariah vs David Wilson. The main event is now John Ojeda vs Darin Zion! Oh and just in case that wasn't insulting to you yet, Wilson, your match with Pariah.....is after our opening match! Merry Christmas fucker! As for you, Stone, I'm just getting warmed up..but now, for your sake, I'd be looking over your shoulders...you never know just where this little fuck up of yours is going to take you, but I DO!
[Hollywood laughs and shakes his head as he walks down the hallway as we fade to our opening match of the night.]
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[We cut back to the PWX Arena studio as Ricky and Jerry stand completely shocked yet still hiding their shock from earlier tonight's events. Both stand at the desk relatively somber, and focused on their jobs.]
Ricky: Ever since Troy Stone cut this promo, his life completely changed. From that moment on: The Establishment and Troy Stone were set on a path to destroy one another.
Jerry: What's funnier is this past week Troy Stone solidified himself back into the PWX Main Event scene after viciously tearing apart Brian Hollywood after Schmied destroyed him. We haven't heard any updates yet from Brian Hollywood's camp, but we can obviously assume on Adrenaline 81, Brian Hollywood ends up getting fired.
Ricky: I'm not sure, but let's face it: Pariah made a huge block buster announcement: Troy Stone vs. Siobhan Townsend will be one of the marquee matches at the PPV. Both of them will get a shot at fighting for the prize of the PWX Championship. Both did a lot of damage, but now we will see what damage Troy Stone can do after his next match.
Jerry: Make no mistake about it: Troy Stone will face the Masked Bob Dole. Not one of the toughest matches in history, but I'm pretty damn sure they'll steal the show...let's take a look right now.
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Street Fight
Troy Stone vs. The Masked Bob Dole
[Troy Stone immediately starts to attack The Masked Bob Dole with a steel chair. The Masked Bob Dole finally kicks Troy Stone in the face and they both fall back a few steps. The Masked Bob Dole poke Troy in the eyes, but Troy immediately swings back into control of the match by nailing a stiff fame-ass-er on The Masked Bob Dole into a cookie sheet. The Masked Bob Dole immediately charges Troy Stone with a stop sign, but Troy Stone picks him up and hits a back suplex on the Masked Bob Dole and throws him into a table. Troy grabs a pizza cutter and immediately tries to slice the mask off, but The Masked Bob Dole grabs a small sheet of glass and chucks it straight into Troy Stone's head. The Masked Bob Dole then grabs a barbed wire baseball bat and chokes Troy Stone, but the fans immediately get into Troy Stone's favor and he tosses The Masked Bob Dole over his shoulder. Troy nails The Masked Bob Dole a few times with the baseball bat and shreds the mask a bit. Troy then grabs a sheet of glass and immediately leaps off the turnbuckle with it and does a senton straight onto the Masked Bob Dole's face. The Masked Bob Dole then shirks it off. Troy Stone then grabs a light tube, smashes it on The Masked Bob Dole's head, and then picks him up and hits the TombSTONED straight onto a cinder block head first. Troy immediately covers the Masked Bob Dole and gets the three count.]
Winner: Troy Stone
Ricky: Troy Stone did it again on School of Hard Knox, he tore the house down with this 20 minute classic with The Masked Bob Dole.
Jerry Clark: They went back and forth with one another, and this time, Troy's not trying to end the career of the Masked Bob Dole. He's shaking his hand....
Ricky: Yeah, that confuses me too, but impressive sportsmanship from both of these men.
Jerry: Definitely, Troy's showing that he can be a true champion again. The question is...what will Siobhan Townsend have to say after she makes her claim for the PWX Championship.
Ricky: One thing is for sure...she will destroy Troy Stone and prove who the dominant female in PWX will be.
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FLASHBACK
WORLD CUP FINALS LADDER MATCH
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
#1 VOX POPULI vs #2 BAD COMPANY vs #8 MASCARA MUERTO
Ring Announcer Alexis Lace: “This next contest is the finals of the PWX Tag Team Tournament, and is a Triple Ladder Match.”
Green Pyro explodes from the corners of the ring as the lights start to flash from green to orange every few seconds. Soon the masked duo of Norte and Muerto appear on the stage where they both kneel and make crosses on their chests before standing up and taking off down the ramp to the ring. Muerto slides in under the ropes as Norte hops up onto the apron and springboards over the ropes landing on his feet as the two split up to opposite turnbuckles each ascending to the second rope where Norte holds his fist high in the air and Muerto just stands there staring out over the crowd. The two then get down from the turnbuckles and make their way to their corner.
Alexis Lace: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 395 pounds, the #8 seed in the tournament, the team of El Mascara Del Norte and La Sombra Muerto….. Mascara Muerto!”
As their opponents stand in their corner, going over strategies for this contest, the arena lights slowly fade into darkness one section of the arena at a time as the sold-out crowd rises to their feet and begins cheering as strobe lights move throughout the arena. Almost as quickly the opening strains of “Shoot to Thrill (Personal Jesus\Holding Out For A Hero Intro)” by Halestorm boom out through the sold-out arena as Nighthawk and Jason Aries stand at the top of the ramp surveying the crowd before bumping fists and walking down the ring ramp slowly but confidently. Slapping hands with the first few rows of ringside, taking special care to embrace the kids as they do so, both men slide onto the ring apron before standing on opposite sides of the turnbuckles as the crowd chants "Bad Company!"
Alexis Lace: “Team #2, at a total combined weight of 387 pounds, the #2 seed in the tournament, the team of Nighthawk and Jason Aries….. Bad Company!”
The arena darkens save for the flashes of yellow and red lights in tune with the bassline of "The Line Begins To Blur" that pulses across the arena as Elijah Black and Daniel "The Punishment" Everett walk out at the top of the ramp in unison, pausing as Black raises a fist whilst Everett cracks his knuckles
There are things that I said I would never do
Black sweeps the hood of his black hoodie back and shakes out his hair, a smirk clear on the side of his face, and he exchanges some last-minute words with Everett before the duo start to walk down the ramp
There are fears that I cannot believe have come true
Black and Everett pause at the foot of the ramp, where Everett holds his ground as Black continues to walk, passing the ringside fans with a raised fist as he walks to the opposite side of the ring
For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
Black and Everett wait for a second, and then Black gives a nod and both men rush the ring at the same time, sliding under the ropes before quickly getting to their feet in the centre of the ring, where Everett removes his sleeveless hooded sweatshirt and tosses it out of the ring
And my self I have grown to weary to hate
On the same cue, both Black and Everett climb the opposite turnbuckles on one side of the ring, with Black standing with one foot on the top rope of his corner and his fist raised as he surveys the arena, whilst Everett stands tall on his side of the ring looking out into the crowd
The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
The two men climb down and cross the ring, crossing each others paths as they do so, to climb the opposite corners. This time Everett stands on the middle rope and hypes himself up, whilst Black stands with one foot on the top rope and tilts his head back to shake the hair out of his eyes before raising a fist once again
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur
The pair of them climb down from their respective corners as Black removes his hoodie and drops it to ringside, before crossing the ring to where Everett is already standing his ground in one corner and fist bumps him before he turns to look across the ring with Everett standing guard behind him and drops into a couching position as he eyeballs the opponents
Alexis Lace: “Team #3, at a total combined weight of 446 pounds, the #1 overall seeds in the tournament, Elijah Black and Daniel ‘The Punishment’ Everett….. Vox Populi!”
Alexis Lace: “And now, for the belt-raising ceremony. Please welcome, at this time, the last PWX Tag Team Champions, Noah Hanson and Brian Hollywood.”
Chris: Oh boy.
Ricky: Well this has got to be awkward...
As Noah Hanson and Brian Hollywood each come out separately, flanked by armies of security personnel on each side of them, they each grab one end of the hooks and place their tag team title inside the hook and watch as it is raised to the rafters before walking out, each man being more or less guided to the back by security.
Chris: It looks like Hollywood doesn't even want any part in this.
Ricky: Hence the security..Mr. Hollywood obviously had more important things to do than some stupid tag team title honor.
As the referee rings the bell to start the match all 3 teams now take a look above them where the tag team titles currently hang, each seeming to realize what those championship belts will do for their own careers. Almost immediately though Elijah Black, seemingly still smarting from Vox Populi’s loss to Bad Company last week in a streetfight, leaps over towards Nighthawk and begins laying into him with forearm smashes causing Jason Aries to jump in and defend his tag team partner which quickly brings in Daniel Everett to do the same thing as both teams pick up where they left off a week ago, leaving Mascara Muerto standing in the middle of the ring with no one paying all that much attention to them. Quickly sliding out of the ring to grab a ladder La Sombra Muerto turns around and is hit with a massive lariat from Daniel Everett, who stopped brawling with Nighthawk long enough to notice what was going on. Grabbing the ladder himself Daniel moves to take it back into the ring, only to be stopped by Nighthawk who drills him with a step-up enzuigiri to the back of the head followed by a standing shiranui from Jason Aries which sets him up perfectly for a kneeling superkick from Nighthawk who then lands a basement dropkick to the face just to be sure. Rolling the ladder into the ring the Chicago native stands up on the ring apron and is quickly drilled from behind by Elijah Black with a forearm shiver to the back that sends him flying face-first into the guardrail. As Jason Aries moves to stop him La Sombra Muerto pulls him down off of the ring apron and hits him with a superkick before Daniel Everett runs through him with a vicious spear. Meanwhile, in the ring, Elijah Black begins to climb up the ladder only to be pulled down by El Mascara Del Norte who lands a duo of forearms to the head that sends Elijah to the floor where Nighthawk is waiting for him with a leaping forearm smash to the head right into a Pressure Drop from Bad Company.
Chris: And things are already getting crazy!
Ricky: Well no shit! Were FINALLY crowning NEW tag team champions!
Setting up the ladder in the center of the ring El Mascara Del Norte looks around and notices no one particularly moving towards him and takes one long deep breath before making the slow climb up the ladder. But as he does so Daniel Everett slides into the center of the ring and pulls the ladder down before moving El Mascara Del Norte into the corner and landing a trio of shoulderblocks to the midsection to keep him immobilized. But as he backs up, looking to land another running spear, La Sombra Muerto interrupts that with a standing dropkick before Elijah Black takes him out with a bicycle kick into a deadlift release German suplex. Seeing an opening Bad Company lands Company’s Here on El Mascara Del Norte, before ducking under a wild clothesline attempt from Elijah Black and countering that with stereo superkicks. But as they climb up the ladder Daniel Everett somehow rises from his slumber long enough to push the ladder over, sending Bad Company crumbling to the mat as the match appears to reset again.
Chris: Everett potentially saving it for Vox Populi!
Ricky: I like Everett. He's actually come a long way since he debuted.
Chris: Everett has definitely gotten better! We have to mention our masked friends as well.
Ricky: I'm not going to lie...they've surprised me...but I think their luck is going to run out tonight.
As all 6 men slowly stir to their feet, already showing wear and tear from this long matchup, La Sombra Muerto is the first one to rise to his feet albeit on wobbly legs before setting up a ladder directly underneath the tag team titles. But as he moves to climb the ladder, stopping every other step to exhale and find the strength to keep going up, Daniel Everett somehow rises from his feet to stop him and clobber him in the thigh with a right hand allowing Elijah Black to drop him off of the ladder with a Black Descent, as both men lie on the mat sucking wind as the ladder falls harmlessly to the canvas. Seeing their best chance for victory Nighthawk sets up another ladder and puts it directly underneath the tag team title belts, climbing slowly as Jason Aries stirs to his feet and dispatches El Mascara Del Norte with a roaring elbow.
Chris: This could be it!
Ricky: Hawk looking to end this match! It's been brutal already.
Chris: They've come a long way for this chance!
Ricky: Nighthawk looks to be closing in!
But as Nighthawk climbs up the ladder Daniel Everett begins to stir and move in the direction of the “Wrestling Machine”. Seeing the problem Jason Aries lands a sole butt kick to the stomach before hooking in a neckbreaker as Nighthawk climbs back down and hits a falling crossbody from the ladder exactly as Jason Aries drops down with the neckbreaker. But as Jason Aries gets up Elijah Black runs through him with a bicycle kick, only to walk right into a double enziguri from Mascara Muerto. Standing guard El Mascara del Norte instructs La Sombra Muerto to climb up the ladder, which he does and brings down the World Tag Team Titles.
Chris: HOLY SHIT!
Alexis Lace: “The winners of the match, and the new PWX World Tag Team Champions, Mascara Muerto.”
Ricky: What the fuck just happened?
Chris: Your masked friends apparently didn't run out of luck after all.
Ricky: Well I'll be damned...
Chris: Mascara Muerto has done something nobody else thought they would do...get all the way and become the new Tag Team Champions!
Ricky: To beat teams like Vox Populi AND Bad Company...you've got to be pretty fucking talented! For once, I don't mind tipping my hat to them!
WINNERS: MASCARA MUERTO
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[The scene opens on the PWX studio where Ricky and Jerry sit looking at a picture of Mascara Muerto holding up the PWX Tag Team Championships. The picture then fades to Vox Populi, our current PWX Tag Team Champions, then it continues to fade into pictures of Bad Company and Anarachy 99 as well as Team Whitchase too. Jerry Clark and Ricky both have big smiles and you can tell they're excited about the Tag Team Championships.]
Ricky: Next Wednesday, we begin a journey into the PWX Tag Team Titles as they hang in the balance. The PWX Tag Team Championships have definitely been one of the most talked about championships in PWX in a while. Bad Company immediately took the division by storm, but they haven't been able to hang with tag teams like Vox Populi and Mascara Muerto since that day. And tonight they'll look to do that when they work with a relatively new developmental team: Vanilla Bush.
Jerry Clark: But you cannot discount Mascara Muerto, the former Tag Team Champions. Tonight both teams will show what PWX Tag Team wrestling is about since the return of it back to PWX at High Stakes. Immediately following that match Mascara Muerto will have a tag team lucha contest to immediately dispel their recent run ins with Vox Populi. They'll be working with a new Lucha Team called the Flying Mexicans and they'll definitely bring back their excitement.
Ricky: I'll give you that one. But Vox Populi definitely has started a lot of shit in recent weeks with Mascara Muerto. They've cost them a couple of matches. But the former Tag Team Champions are due their rematch in a few weeks. Vox Populi and Mascara Muerto definitely should collide...
Jerry Clark: But they want to earn that spot. Tonight both teams can do that with wins. Grant it, it's just for the fun of it tonight as both teams will collide with a few of our developmental stars. But let's not count out what Bad Company or Mascara Muerto. They'll definitely tear down the house before they tear each other down at ADR 81.
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Tag Team Showcase
Bad Company (Nighthawk and Jason Aries) vs. French Vanilla (Frenchie Hughes and Vanilla Bush)
[Jason Aries starts in the ring with Frenchie Hughes. Frenchie Hughes immediately does a French Tickler taunt, but Aries smacks him in the face. Aries immediately rushes towards the ropes and immediately does a flying death head scissors to Frenchie. Frenchie then immediately comes towards Jason and underhooks him with a clothesline. Frenchie tags into Vanilla Bush, who continues to act like a hot french model. As he does, he gets met with a flying cross body and immediately takes him down. Aries then does a standing moonsault onto Vanilla and he then tags in Nighthawk. Both of them pick up Vanilla and hit the Adrenaline Rush on Vanilla. Hawk then immediately grabs him and picks up Vanilla and drives him face first into the mat with a bull dog. Nighthawk then grabs Vanilla and hits a snap suplex onto him. Frenchie immediately comes charging into the ring trying to take down Nighthawk, but Nighthawk tosses him over the ring and he goes crashing into the barricade. Vanilla low blows Nighthawk and Aries comes into to make the save with a stiff super kick. Nighthawk and Aries them grab Vanilla and hit the pressure drop on Vanilla and the referee makes the count for three.]
Winners: Bad Company
Ricky: Bad Company makes quick work of French Vanilla with the delight of this crowd. They definitely still are the most popular tag team in all professional wrestling.
Jerry: No doubt....WAIT A MINUTE...
[Immediately Vox Populi runs down from the crowd and immediately starts attacking Bad Company with steel chairs. Vox Populi hit a con-chair-to on Aries after they've dismantled Nighthawk upon entering. They immediately start to attack Bad Company before immediately Mascara Muerto comes out and makes the save on Bad Company and chases them out of the ring. Bad Company and Mascara Muerto then stare one another down.]
Ricky: No bad blood between these two teams, but I will say they're both excited to prove what they've got after Civil War went down these last two weeks. They'll collide paths at Adrenaline 81, but tonight, up next, Mascara Muerto faces off against the Flying Mexicans next.
Jerry: And there's no doubt that this'll be a slobber knocker tonight for sure.
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FLASHBACK
TAG TEAM MATCH
MASCARA MUERTO vs ANTON CHASE/BROCK WHITWORTH
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first...."
Green Pyro explodes from the corners of the ring as the lights start to flash from green to orange every few seconds. Soon the masked duo of Norte and Muerto appear on the stage where they both kneel and make crosses on their chests before standing up and taking off down the ramp to the ring. Muerto slides in under the ropes as Norte hops up onto the apron and springboards over the ropes landing on his feet as the two split up to opposite turnbuckles each ascending to the second rope where Norte holds his fist high in the air and Muerto just stands there staring out over the crowd. The two then get down from the turnbuckles and make their way to their corner.
"This is the tag team of Mascara Muerto!!!"
The music of Mascara Muerto died down and the fans started looking for their opponents when all of the sudden...Heroes Get Remembered, Legends Live Forever by 4 Years Strong blares over the PA System as the crowd buzzes. Brock Whitworth emerges from behind the curtain and stands their for a moment, observing his surroundings, before making his way to the ring. Numerous fans reach out to hi-five Brock, all of which he graciously returns.
"Introducing first, fighting out of Brisbane, Australia, he stands 6'3" tall, weighing in at 220 lbs. THE PRIDE OF BRISBANE, BROCK WHITWORTH!"
The crowd goes wild as Brock slides into the ring and stands up playing to the crowd. Brock dashes off the ropes, stops in the center of the ring, slaps the mat and lets out a primal scream. Brock walks over to his corner and bobs up and down, waiting for his match to begin as the music of his tag team partner began to play over the loud speakers.
"And Brock's tag partner. Weighing in at 210 pounds, he is Anton Chase!!!!"
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.
The bell rings as Norte and Brock begin the match by locking up in the center of the ring. Norte tried to get Brock into a headlock, but Brock sent Norte into the ropes. Norte dodges a clothesline that Brock attempted, and then he dodged another one. Norte connected with a clothesline, but it didn't take Brock down to the mat at all. Norte attempted a clothesline again, but Brock just stood there and looked at him with a puzzled look. Norte attempted a third clothesline, but was met with a European uppercut from Brock. Norte went to the mat hard and Brock quickly went for the pinfall attempt...
1...
Norte kicked out and Brock quickly tagged in his partner Anton. Anton allowed for Norte to get up only for Norte to be met by a springboard hurricanrana from Anton. Anton got up after he connected with the move and stalked Norte. Norte slowly got up and Anton attempted a shining wizard kick. Norte had some sense about him because he ducked that move and started to deliver some stiff chops to the chest of Anton from the ground. As Norte stood up slowly, he kept delivering the stiff chops to the chest of Anton. The fans started to boo and you could clearly see why as the tag team of Vox Populi made their way down to ringside. Daniel Everett stood at ringside doing a slow clap as Norte connected with a swinging neckbreaker to Anton. Norte started to roll over to try and tag his tag team partner, but Elijah Black would have a different opinion of this.
"Now that is uncalled for!"
As Daniel Everett distracted both the ref and Brock Withworth, Elijah Black went over and pulled Muerto off of the ring apron. Elijah then sucker punched Muerto with a pair of brass knuckles and that sent Muerto down to the ground hard. Elijah quickly backed off as Anton made his way up from the neckbreaker. Norte reached up and looked for his tag team partner, but Muerto wasn't moving from the ground. Norte didn't know what to think and as Vox was making their way back up the ramp, the ref turned to see Anton deliver a shining wizard to Norte. Norte fell to the mat and Anton signaled that was the end as he attempted a pinfall...
1...
2...
Kickout!!!
Anton tagged in Brock and he took advantage of the situation as Muerto started to stir on the outside of the ring. Brock pulled up Norte by the throat and he attempted a chokeslam. As Brock hoisted Norte into the air, Norte tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. Brock connected with a chokeslam and attempted a pinfall...
1...
2...
3!!
Winners: Anton Chase and Brock Whitworth
"Whitworth and Chase pick up a great victory tonight despite the fact that they've been pitted against each other in recent weeks."
"A win like this would be just another win for anybody else....however, for Whitworth and Chase, this is a big key one as they knock off the former PWX Tag Team Champions!"
WINNER: ANTON CHASE/BROCK WHITWORTH
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Lucha Libre Showdown
Mascara Muerto vs. The Flying Mexicans (Muerte Dios and El Tortugo)
[Muerto and Muerte start out in the ring as the referee rings the bell. Both men lock up with Dios taking the lead over Muerto. Dios then tries to roll Muerto up for a pin, but Muerto reverses it and locks in a pin for a quick 2 count. Muerte gets up and tries to hit a drop kick, but Muerto immediately hits a cross body back into Muerte Dios and both collide to the mat. Both men tag into their partners and Tortugo tries to take down Norte, but Norte immediately hits a springboard kick straight into Tortugo's face. Norte then nails a rolling thunder onto Tortugo's stomach and tries to cover, but Dios comes into the ring and breaks up the pin with a senton bomb. Muerto comes off the ropes with a diving cross body onto Dios and sends him over the ropes afterwards. Muerto and Norte look at one another and immediately rushes towards the ropes and hit a springboard shooting star press into Dios and take him down together. Tortugo tries to come at them after they rebound with a springboard cross body, but the Mascara team mates immediately move out of the way let Tortugo collide with the barricade. They roll Tortugo back into the ring. They set up the Daño Cerebral and immediately nail it. Norte picks up the cover and the win for the team.]
Ricky: Impressive victory by Mascara Muerto...and look, how cute, Vox Populi is now standing on the ramp and clapping their hands.
Jerry: No doubt, they're looking on heatedly as Mascara Muerto point at the tag team division. They no doubt want to cause a massive brawl.
Ricky: No doubt, but let's face it, the tag team division is about to heat up in PWX. With Bad Company, Mascara Muerto, and Vox Populi, as shown earlier, anything's possible.
Winner: Mascara Muerto
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FLASHBACK
MAIN EVENT
6 PACK TLC MATCH
HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP
TJ CODAIR(c) vs ANTON CHASE vs MATTHEW PRINCE vs DARIN ZION vs TIAMI TYLER vs TIMOTHY HUNT
Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen... it is NOW TIME, for YOUR, PWX Initiative main event of the evening!! A Tables, Ladders and Chairs Six-Pack Challenge, and it is for the Pro Wrestling X HYBRID Championship..... of the Woooorld!!
[The crowd roars its approval. The lights then cut out suddenly to the arena. The crowd calms down to a mixed chorus of anticipation and wonders. The opening drum line and riffs to Kreator’s “Impossible Brutality” begin to blast out from the speaker stacks situated on either side of the entrance of the stage.]
Alexis Lace: Weighing in at two-HUNDRED and forty pounds, standing six foot four... PWX faithful, this IS Matthew...PRIIIINCE!!
[Matthew Prince emerges from the backstage to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos. As he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, he pays little attention to the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd in attendance around him.]
Chris: Prince looks ready!!
Ricky: Prince looks like he's ready to break a few necks...
Chris: And you better believe, that in a match like this? Something like that is almost inevitable.
Ricky: Ya got that right, Chris. Tables, ladders and chairs line the ringside area, and before tonight is done, there WILL be a champion. But I can't very well say any of the six people in this contest will be 'winners'...
Chris: A match like this takes years off any man or woman's career. But the reward is enough for all six of these PWX stars to put EVERYTHING on the line.
[Approaching the edge of the ring, Prince reaches up and grabs the middle rope. In one fluid motion he hoists himself up onto the edge of the ring and over the ropes. Landing on the heels of his wrestling boots, he begins to bounce to the left and right on his feet warming up in anticipation of the upcoming match.]
Alexis Lace: Next up, representing The Establishment--
[The fans immediately raise their voices in a chorus of boos. "Two Weeks" by All That Remains hits the PA as blue lights flash.]
Alexis Lace: --she is the "Icy Princess", Tiami...TYLER!!
[Tiami comes out on stage smiling as the fans jeer. She skips her way down the ramp, before getting into the ring. She just smiles, posing for the crowd, who show their distaste for The Establishment's resident 'Princess'. She then awaits her opponents.]
Alexis Lace: Next, representing the ANTI-Establishment--
[The fans now lift their voices, cheering, and clapping their hands together. Black and blue lights shine on the stage as "1.000.000 Lightyears" by Amaranthe begins to play on the loud speakers.]
Alexis Lace: He weighed in tonight at an even 220. Stands 5 feet, NINE inches, he is a former TWO TIME PWX Hybrid Champ, he is the MASTER of the 'StoryTeller'... TIMOTHY...Huuuuunt!!
[Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring with Jessica Harmony by his side.. Timothy gets in the ring as Jessica cheers him on. The music continues to play as Timothy poses for the crowd real quick before he turns towards the stage, awaiting the next competitor...]
[As "Faint" by Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the smoke.]
Alexis Lace: Next, he is the self-proclaimed 'Wrestling God', 'The Master of The Suplex', and a former Hybrid Champion in his own right... Anton...CHASE!!
[The person steps forward in front of the white smoke revealing himself to be Anton Chase. He 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.]
[The guitars and cymbals slam as "From the Outside" by All that Remains kicks on the loudspeakers.]
Alexis Lace: Next, weighing 245 pounds, standing 5'11, and walking in tonight as the PWX Hybrid CHAMPION. He is, TJ... Coddaaaiiirrr!!
[Codair's entrance video plays, as TJ Codair steps out from the back. He holds his left arm, still visibly reeling from his recent match against Anton Chase.]
Chris: Codair still suffering from that injury handed to him by Chase this past week on Adrenaline.
Ricky: A couple armbreakers followed by a hammerlock, and I'm tellin' ya... things don't look too good for the champ's reign. Throw in not one, not two, not three, not FOUR, but FIVE challengers? I gotta say, it looks like Codair's days on top are numbered.
Chris: I wouldn't count him out quite yet, Rick. This man is a fighter. Come hell or high water, he will not back down. Regardless of the injury there is no quit in TJ Codair. And if he goes down? He goes down swingin', ain't no doubt about it...
[TJ makes his way down to the ring, quickly rolling in as the fans are heard chanting Codair's name. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, he looks out to the fans.]
"From the outside, stand and judge like enemies.
Opened eyes see reality...
Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy.
"And the days turn to memories."
[He pounds his right fist into his heart 3 times and holds his fist out to the fans. Codair then turns and jumps off the turnbuckles as the music dies down. Still clearly favoring his arm, he holds the Hybrid Championship at his side as he cracks his neck. TJ looks down at the title belt, shaking his head, and savoring the gold in his hands. He then walks to the ropes, before handing the championship out to the timekeeper. The Codair chant is heard throughout the arena, as he waits for the match to begin...]
Alexis Lace: And FINALLY...
["Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA System. The lights go down and a giant spotlight hits the arena as the crowd boos raucously.]
Chris: These Florida fans showing their EXTREME disdain for Mr. Zion!!
Ricky: He may be hated worldwide, but make no mistake about it. He ALWAYS receives the loudest reaction of anyone on the roster.
Chris: Yeah. And it's always a negative one...
[Darin Zion walks through the curtains in a pair of camo shorts, wearing a pair of jet black shades over his eyes. He gazes out at the capacity crowd, then down at his five opponents... looking like he's prepared for war.]
Alexis Lace: Hailing from Chicago, ILLINOIS! He weighs in tonight at an amazing two-HUNDRED...and thirty-five pounds!!
[As the light hits Zion, he walks past the crowd, glaring down at all five combatants who surround the ring.]
"Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King..."
Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen, he's a former grand slam champion. FUTURE Hall-of-famer. And he is the current owner of PWX and our SAVIOR: Daaaariiinnn......ZIIIIIIIOOOOON!!!
Chris: Lacey's gotta be loaded with cash by now!!
Ricky: What gives you that idea?
Chris: Zion's STILL having her roll out that self-serving drivel. Every time she does, that's another fifty grand in the lovely lady's bank account...
Ricky: DAMMIT CHRIS!! She gives that intro because every last WORD of it is the truth!! Former Grand-Slam Champ? Check. Future Hall-of-famer? Check. Owner and SAVIOR of PWX? Check, check, and DOUBLE CHECK!!
Chris: Self-obsessed egomaniac? Check.
Ricky: ...I hate you...like a hooker
]Darin Zion bows and smiles as he embraces the crowd booing him. Darin sticks his arms up in the air and pyro goes off. Zion jumps up and down, amping himself up for a moment. He then charges the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, where the boos continue to get louder and louder, as outside the ring, all five stare him down. Even Tiami is looking on in hatred, after the words Zion had for her.]
Chris: There's no denying this man has a target planted squarely on his back.
Ricky: And ya wanna know what he says to that?...Bring it on.
[Darin hops down from the turnbuckle, and glares out across the sold out stadium. He smirks conceitedly to himself, before slipping the sunglasses off and handing them over to Alexis. The ring announcer carries the shades with her as she departs from the ring... and the other five competitors make their way inside it. The referee slides in under the bottom rope, signals for the bell, and the main event of The Initiative is underway!!
TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Anton Chase & Matthew Prince IMMEDIATELY set their sights on Zion, and the Establishment leader looks more than a bit uneasy. He begs off a bit...before Tiami stands in front of him, gazing across the ring at the four men staring down her boss. She doubles up her fists, going on the defensive for Darin... he smiles and nods his head... before--]
Ricky: Holy SHIT!! What does that JEZEBEL think she's doing?!
Chris: Tiami Tyler just BITCH-SLAPPED Darin Zion!!
Ricky: What the FUCK, seriously?! Doesn't that woman know her place?! That man and our glorious owner Brian Hollywood MADE her who she is today and they can just as easily break her!
Chris: Well Darin Zion did say it's every man for themselves, and honestly, Tiami is following protocol.
Ricky: Yeah....but...
Chris: So shut up! Zion wants Tiami to give that illusion. Don't get me wrong, I know they're up to something. It is the Establishment after all.
[Darin holds the palm of his hand against his face, before glancing down at it, and then back up at Tiami. He mouths the words "you just made a big, BIG mistake little girl"...he then yanks Tiami by the hair, and slings her across the ring, watching as she topples to the canvas. He looks back up, and in a SPLIT second, Matthew Prince has leveled him with a BRUTAL lariat.]
Chris: Darin Zion still cannot believe how well Tiami's selling this 'betrayal'. Darin had his focus on Tiami and he paid for it with a vicious clothesline from Prince!!
Ricky: That ungrateful wench BETRAYED our glorious leader! She's a damned Benedette Arnold is what she is!!
Chris: ...dont'cha mean 'Benedict'?
Ricky: And when's the last time you heard of a gal named 'Benedict'?
Chris: I dunno, when's the last time you heard a gal named 'Benedette' in this day and age?
Ricky: ...good point.
[Prince hooks Zion by the head, before lifting him back to a vertical base. He whips Zion into the ropes, and on the rebound, he lowers down, sending Darin up and over, CRASHING to the canvas with a backbody drop. Prince then lowers down over Zion and begins to deliever fist after fist to the face. Meanwhile, Tiami is still barely moving on the mat, and Timothy Hunt looks to be moving in to meet her as soon as she gathers her bearings. TJ Codair and Anton Chase slug it out, Chase naturally zoning in on the injured left arm of Codair.]
Chris: Anton Chase fell short in claiming the Hybrid title from Codair in the main event of Adrenaline. But it appears as if the work he began on that night is paying off here at Initiative!
Ricky: That's what I call strategy! He injured the champ, and now? TJ's nothin' more than a bag of bones ready to be picked at. Anton's done the damage, and it's only a matter of time before Codair drops. New champ here tonight folks, it's academic.
Chris: I said it once, I'll say it again, do NOT count out TJ Codair. This man is a machine in the ring.
Ricky: Yeah, he is, and the funny thing about a machine? You break one gear...ONE gear. And the whole thing falls apart.
[Chase grabs TJ by his left arm, before hitting another armbreaker, picking up right where he left off last week. Codair slowly picks himself back up, but Anton strikes TJ down with a wicked implant DDT. He then lays in the boots, as Codair tries to shield himself.]
Ricky: What did I tell you?! Only a matter of time folks, only a matter of time. Tick, TOCK!!
Chris: Rick, the match has only just begun, and you know as well as I do that this business has seen its fair share of shocking comebacks. If you're already counting Codair out, claiming a 'new champ', you have a lot to learn. Especially about this man. I gotta feeling that by the end of this match, Chase is gonna regret injuring Codair's arm, just you wait and see...
[Meanwhile, Tiami has finally regained her footing, and as she does, Timothy catches her with a boot to the gut. She doubles over, and Hunt plants her with a quick belly-to-belly suplex, sending her crashing into the corner. Tim then stalks toward her, but as he approaches, Darin blindsides him with a lightning fast roundhouse kick!!]
Ricky: Our esteemed Establishment SAVIOR has just nailed Timothy Hunt right in the FACE with that knockout blow!
Chris: After laying down a brutal assault on Darin, Prince has been taken out of the equation momentarily. The cameras didn't catch it, but Zion managed to aquire a steel chair and lay him down for the time being.
Ricky: Prince is out beside our announce table, and it looks as if the fire that was burning so brightly minutes ago has already died out!!
Chris: Ricky, just like with Codair, ya gotta give a man time. He may look out of it right now, but in this game, things can change drastically, and in a hurry.
[Darin Zion taunts the fallen Hunt, before turning his attention to Tiami. He still holds the steel chair he used to bring down Prince, and he has an evil look in his eyes, and a menacing grin spread across his face.]
Chris: Oh dear lord no, he wouldn't...
Ricky: Oh yes he WOULD, and you know DAMNED well she'd deserve it!! She brought all of this down upon herself when she took his words far too personally! He is a businessman, first and foremost, and he simply said what he did in the interest of business!
Chris: He ran her down like she was an animal, you blind sycophant!!
Ricky: He was simply building a credible main event, cuz God KNOWS none of these other 'stars' did the job! He wanted asses in these seats, he wanted people to PAY to see this match, and look around Chris! Is this a sold-out arena? You're damned right it is, and it's because of ONE MAN. Darin. Fucking. Zion.
Chris: Yes. Because there surely isn't an entire roster of talent in this company, each with their own fanbase. Face it, Ricky, a company isn't built on the foundation of one, it's built on the backs of MANY. PWX wouldn't be here if it weren't for men like Brian Hollywood, TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Troy Stone, Adam Stryker, John Ojeda, John Pariah, Noah Hanson, Elijah Black, NIGHTHAWK. Men AND women that have poured their blood, their sweat, their tears, their heart and their soul into this company. Broken bones, torn muscle and battered bodies. Darin Zion is one part of a whole. And I think it's about time he realized that.
Ricky: Well, right now? He's 'realizing' that Tiami's battered body is ready for the killshot. He's gonna cap her like Old Yeller, and it's gonna be a MERCY killing. It's gonna be for her own good! LAY DOWN TIAMI!! Do the smart thing for once.
[Darin closes in on Tiami, as she clings to the ropes in the corner, trying with all her might to make it to her feet. Darin is inches away from her when--]
Chris: OH YEAH!! Now THAT'S a 'killshot' if I ever saw one!!
Ricky: That BITCH!! Tiami Tyler just kicked Darin Zion right in the NUTS!!
Chris: And the bastard falls like the sack ah shit he is!
Ricky: She may have gotten her 'payback', but after tonight she's gonna get a PINK SLIP!! Someone's about tah get 'Future Endeavored'! Say hello to Calibanned for me, 'Princess'!!
Chris: Darin is squirming on the canvas, holding his 'grapefruits', and Tiami is standing tall. She just spit right on the fallen Zion!!
Ricky: Insult to injury! And it's an insult she's gonna PAY for, mark my words!!
[Meanwhile, Anton Chase and TJ Codair have taken things to the outside, where Chase slams Codair's face into a propped up table. Chase then whips Codair toward the announce position, where Prince has slowly began to make his way to his feet. Anton makes his way toward Codair, before snapping off a step-up enziguri to the mush. Codair stumbles backward, before falling against the announce desk. Chase sees his opening, and begins pounding a few closed-fists into TJ's skull. He then grabs a ladder, and begins to head for the ring...before turning his eyes back toward Codair.]
Chris: Oh no, it looks as if Anton Chase has something in mind for the Hybrid Champion!!
Ricky: I TOLD YOU!! Chase is about to finish Codair, and I'm not just talkin' about a title reign, I'm talkin' about a CAREER!! As in he's gonna be done, finished, KAPUT. Ta ta, farewell, ciao, adios, saiyanara, hasta la bye bye, TALK TAH YA LATER TJ!! Hope ya like retirement, ya SCHMUCK!! We're already in Florida, he can just STAY HERE!!
Chase stands the ladder up, before making his ascension. Rung by rung, he always keeps his eye on Codair below. Anton Chase stands at the top, looking down at Codair, who's still barely concious, draped over the announce table.
Chris: Rick, we better get outta here, this spot's about to become ground zero and we don't wanna get caught in the crossfire!
Chris and Ricky flee the scene, standing beside the timekeeper, as Chase raises a fist to the sky. But wait a minute...
Chris: WAIT A MINUTE!! TJ is stirring, and he's off of the table! He was playing possum the whole time!!
Ricky: The rat bastard, he was faking it!! He's a liar, what kinda champ is he?!
Chris: A FIGHTING one, that's what kind, just as I said! This man knows no quit, no matter the circumstances. Anton Chase said he 'let' himself lose, that he 'allowed' it. Well TJ Codair just 'allowed' Anton to think he'd put the champ down for the count but now? He's climbing the ladder, and he's about to leave an impression on Anton Chase that the kid will never forget!!
[TJ scales the ladder, and starts to wallop Anton with fist after fist to the head, climbing closer and closer to the top with every punch to the skull. TJ stands before an absolutely horrified Anton Chase, who TJ grabs by the head, before BASHING him into the top of the steel ladder!! Codair then hooks Chase...]
Chris: Oh..my...GOD. He wouldn't, he COULDN'T...
Ricky: That crazy sunnuvaBITCH is gonna drop Chase off the top of that ladder with the Shatterstar!! He does this and he's DEAD, the man's already injured... what kinda PSYCHO would risk his own health just to prove a point?!
Chris: The kind that's been pushed one step too far! Chase tried to take out Codair. Now? It's payback time.
[Codair looks out to the fans, and it's clear who they're firmly behind. He grins, ever so slightly. In his eyes, you can just tell... whether he walks away from The Initiative with the strap, he's about to get precisely what he came for here tongiht. Codair slowly drags his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end. Hooking Anton, TJ spins ever so slightly, but enough to bring Anton as well as himself soaring down, through the air, and toward the announce table below...]
*CRASH*
[Anton Chase lies in the wreckage, Codair as well. But while he looks as if he could have another injury on his hands, the champ can't help but show off a small smile...knowing he just put Chase out of commision.]
Chris: The belt might change hands, but DAMMIT if Anton Chase didn't just learn a lesson he won't soon forget!!
Ricky: And that lesson? Don't fuck with TJ Codair. Message sent, loud and clear...
[Meanwhile, Prince immediately tosses Hunt over the top rope. Prince immediately reaches under the ring and pulls out some leftover thumbtacks and a few fish hooks. He also grabs some barbed wire and starts looping the fish hooks with it.]
Chris: Oh fuck! I cannot believe, Prince is adding his flavor with the TLC match.
Ricky: This cannot be good!
[Immediately Prince grabs Hunt and jabs the fish hooks right into Hunt's mouth and pulls him around for a bit before immediately wrapping the barbed wire around Hunt's neck for a while, weakening Hunt slowly.]
Ricky: That sick fuck! I cannot believe Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood would allow someone like Prince into their organization.
Chris: Well, either way it's going to be good.
[Prince immediately stands back up and grabs a steel chair and immediately stands on the barricade. Hunt's laying down on the ground lifeless with the fish hooks dangling in his mouth. Prince pours the thumbtacks all over Hunt's body. He motions for it and immediately jumps and sails with the chair in his hands and lands it under his ass. Prince lands will sheer force onto Hunt's face and both reel in pain for a moment.]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: Prince turned up the intensity of this match by sheer force. He landed big on Hunt's skull and crushed it.
Ricky: I don't think Hunt will be getting up after that one! He's bleeding a lot!
[Back in the ring, Tiami stands tall while Timothy and Darin are still gathering themselves on the mat...]
Chris: Oh no... oh NO!!
Ricky: YES!! Looks as if that treacherous 'Princess' is about to meet her 'Prince', only unlike Cinderella's 'Prince Charming'? This man ain't gonna put some silly little shoe on her foot, naw. He's gonna break that glass slipper and CUT HER WITH THE SHARDS!!
[Matthew Prince returns to the ring with the steel chair after recovering. He steps up onto the apron, carrying his steel chair now wrapped with the barbed wire he used with Hunt. He rolls right in through the top and middle ropes before DRIVING the chair into the skull of Tiami. The BRUTAL shot sends blood splattering against the canvas!! A 'HO-LY-SHIT' chant echoes around the building, as Prince soaks it in. He smiles a vile smile, shaking his head, before dropping the chair to the mat with a clatter. He then grabs Tiami by the neck, before chucking her over the top rope. He then rolls out of the ring, and grabs a table, sliding it in. Then, he yanks the ladder that Codair just took flight from moments ago.
Prince then slides the ladder in under the bottom rope, following it inside. But as he does, he receives a chairshot to the head, before he's even able to make it to his feet.]
Ricky: ZION'S BACK IN THIS THING!! He's standing tall, but the same can't be said for Prince!! Darin's driving those shots into Matt's fat head, and now the head honcho here in PWX has a golden opportunity!! Codair and Chase are out in the remains of our desk, Tiami is a mess on the other side of the ring, Hunt's still down, and now PRINCE is down.
Chris: I hate to say it, but all the man has to do is set up the ladder and the Hybrid title will be his for the taking...
Ricky: Only a matter of time, Chris, ONLY a matter of time.
Chris: But hold onto your horses!! Timothy Hunt is back on his feet, and he is CHARGING for Darin Zion!!
Ricky: GAWD DAMMIT!!
[Hunt catches Zion off-guard with the 'Tired Of...', a superkick in return for the roundhouse Darin delievered to Tim earlier in the match. Darin stumbles back a few steps, before falling to a knee. With Zion on one knee, Hunt grabs the Establishment's golden boy by the head, before PLANTING him with a sharp, snap DDT. Hunt then heads for the table Prince brought into the ring, setting it up. He lifts the ladder, and does likewise, setting it beside the table. He then moves back toward Zion and begins to strike him with boot after boot, to make sure he stays in a weakened state.
Seconds later, Hunt pulls Zion to his feet, before grabbing him in a front chancery. He signals for 'The Hunted' before NAILING it. Zion's head hits so hard against the mat that it bounces off with a loud thump, and Darin is left holding his head in agony. Hunt springs to his feet, and motions to the crowd, brimming with intensity, and hyping the audience into a deafening roar. Hunt then gazes down at Zion, showing off a grin, knowing precisely what he's about to do. He lifts Darin to his feet, following in with a series of chops, backing Zion up against the wooden table.
Hunt pulls his hand back, looks out at the fans, and then delievers a HARD knife-edge chop. Zion is sent reeling back, before he topples over, resting upon the table. Hunt smiles broadly, his teeth glistening in the light of a thousand flashing cameras. He then looks up toward the top of the ladder, and begins to rise. Hand over hand, foot over foot, he climbs up the ladder and toward the belt. But it's soon apparent his focus isn't on the belt, it's on leaving a lasting image in the back of Zion's mind... and he does so, as Hunt stands upon the VERY top of the ladder, raising both of his index fingers high above his head... before glaring back down at Zion... and then SAILING from his perch, flying over the top of the ladder, and--]
*SMASH*
[Hunt comes down, hitting the "Controvery's Story" with precision, and OBLITERATING Darin Zion right through the table!! Splinters fly through the air, as Zion lays a beaten and broken mess.]
Chris: Hunt just soared from what's gotta be at LEAST fifteen feet in the air, and he drove Zion through that table!
Ricky: DAMMIT!! Zion had this thing, he HAD it!! And now Hunt's stealing it from his grasp!!
Chris: Hunt isn't stealing a thing! If he wins the title tonight, he EARNED it, plain and simple!
[Darin Zion is left coughing up blood, as Timothy Hunt slowly, but surely, makes it back to a standing position. He tumbles back a bit, leaning against the ropes. But here comes Prince! The big man clobber Hunt against the ropes, driving vicious forearm shots into the former two time Hybrid Champ. Prince then whips Hunt across the ring, following up with a devestating big boot to the face. With Hunt sprawled out against the canvas, Prince climbs up the turnbuckle, eyeing Hunt to make sure he stays down. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Prince lifts a fist to the heavens, before LEAPING and landing a leg across the throat of Timothy.]
Chris: Now Prince is once again firmly in this battle!
Ricky: Well, you kept talkin' about not counting anybody out. Don't you DARE count out Darin Zion!!
Chris: Wouldn't think of it, Rick, and neither should you count out Timothy Hunt. Whoever pulls that title down first will be the undisputed Hybrid Champ. The bout isn't over, it's still anyone's match to win.
[Prince then grabs Tim by the hair, before ripping him from the mat. Hunt receives a boot to the gut, and he hunches over. Prince tosses Timothy's head between his legs in a powerbomb position. Matthew then pulls Tim up and over so that his back and shoulders are resting against Matt's right shoulder. Prince then flips Hunt over and down, driving the top of his head and neck directly into the canvas.]
Chris: IMPOSSIBLE BRUTALITY!!
Ricky: And if THAT doesn't take Tim out of the, well, HUNT for the gold, I don't know what will!!
Chris: Smooth one there, Rick. Clever as ever... Prince stands and shoves Hunt out of the ring with his foot, driving him out under the bottom rope. He then turns toward the ladder... and stares up toward the Hybrid Championship of the World.
Ricky: OH NO YOU DON'T!!
Chris: Oh yes he very well might!! He's the last man left standing, and he has the perfect shot right here to climb up the stairway to success!!
Ricky: It's a LADDER, Chris!!
Chris: It's a metaphor, Rick...
[Prince makes his way to the ladder, before slowly climbing toward the strap, dangling precariously above the ring. He reaches out his hand, but it's still too far away. He climbs up a bit more, and the title is now mere fingertips from his possession. Prince climbs up one more rung and--]
Ricky: YES!! Darin's up, HE'S UP!!! He's climbing the ladder, YOU CAN DO IT BOSS!!
Chris: He's groggy as all get out, but Darin Zion IS making his way up the ladder! Prince is reaching out, he's TOUCHING the gold... Timothy Hunt is clamoring into the ring, but the guy barely has his wits about him. Darin is half-way up the ladder, as Prince is trying to unfasten the belt...
Ricky: Darin's at the top!! That CRETIN Timothy Hunt is staggering around at the bottom, desperately trying to muster up enough energy to do something, anything, but he's too late!! Darin has his hand on the belt... but so does Prince!! They're fighting eachother to pull down the title...
Chris: They've both unhooked the championship?! They're BOTH holding the gold!! Down below, Timothy Hunt has collapsed from the pain racking his body. He did his DAMNDEST to get back into this war, but his body's given out on him...
*THWACK!!!*
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!.....YESSSSS!!!
Chris: Oh my...
[Darin Zion cracks Prince in the SKULL with the title belt, sending the monster of a man toppling from the ladder, in a scene reminiscent of King Kong crumblng from the Empire State Building. Prince collides with the canvas, the sound echoing throughout the arena... Darin Zion himself is shocked. But after realizing what's happened, he holds the title belt aloft to the absolute disgust of everyone in the building. Well... ALMOST everyone...]
Ricky: YES!! THERE IS A GOD!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!?
WINNER: DARIN ZION
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[We open back up in the PWX studio with Jerry Clark and Ricky staring at the camera as we open back up on the Hybrid Championship on the screen. Both men are split apart, looking at the screen, smiling as the match with Jerome Owens vs. Marisol Hawkes immediately pans across the screen after they smile. Both men rest their arms on the table and smile for a moment.]
Ricky: Now, while we're here to talk more about the Hybrid Division, nothing says more than celebrating the late Darin Zion's life by showing his most star defining moment one last time. I know Schmied talked about killing him earlier this week and now having a get out of jail free card with Zion and Hollywood's lawyers, but when we talk about the Hybrid Division, we cannot help but celebrate with one of its stars of glory.
Jerry: While he's not wrong with that statement; the division since Zion won the title literally heated up with Marisol Hawkes and Roxxie Roberts. Upon Roxxie's departure, Marisol found a valiant effort by scooping up the Hybrid Title and winning it on an ADR episode, and now she's one of the most defensive champions in the divisions history.
Ricky: Considering the former bride of James Silkk to be a defending champion is shocking. She's definitely shocked the world and now makes her second defense of her title. She's going to defend her belt against the late Darin Zion's friend: Jarome Owens.
Jerry: The Black Snake won't be too happy tonight, but anything's fair game as we move on into the future. And I mention that now because tonight's show's been dedicated with Pariah in order to start the future of this company. We're returning home to Crown Point, ID. We're buidling the title's to their former glory, and we're living past our last few months to move towards new and exciting territories.
Ricky: Let's go down to the ring to celebrate our main event!
Jerry: Jarome Owens and Marisol Hawkes is up...NEXT!
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Main Event
PWX Hybrid Championship
Marisol Hawkes vs. Jarome Owens
[Without any hesitation, Jarome Owens immediately goes after Marisol Hawkes and starts beating her down and throws her into the corner. He immediately stomps at her with his boot and immediately goes nuts. He points to his DZ arm band and he starts to pick her up. Owens immediately suplexes her on the ground and takes her down for a moment. He locker her into a headlock and screams out loud.]
Jerry: I've never seen Jarome Owens with this much intensity.
Ricky: Losing your best friend can do that to you. Schmied definitely can have that effect on anyone after they've lost their best friend. But wait, here comes...
Jerry: Ouch! Marisol immediately took off Jarome's head on that one!
[Marisol immediately picks up Jarome Owens and after kicking his head, and hits a DDT on him. She immediately stomps around him as the crowd immediately goes nuts. She immediately locks him into a sharpshooter and holds him down in it for a moment. Jarome struggles for a moment before immediately reaching out and grabbing the ropes. After that, Marisol starts to stomp at Jarome Owens before Jarome now starts to get some sympathy from the crowd. As Hawkes immediately tries to stomp at Jarome, Jarome immediately crawls on the outside of the ring and immediately gets a cheap shoulder butt on Marisol. Marisol immediately starts to flare up and pushes Jarome off the side of the ring into the barricade. Marisol picks Jarome up by his hair and thrusts him straight into the barricade stiffly. She then tosses him back into the ring and starts working on his back with a camel clutch.]
Jerry: Never piss off Marisol Hawkes. She will fuck with you every time.
Ricky: So all I have to do is piss her off and fuck with her and...
Jerry: I'm beginning to understand why Chris hates you so much...
Ricky: Like a hooker!
Jerry: And BOOM! OUCH! Straight to her mouth too!
[Jarome Owens rebounds and immediately clobbers his boot to the mouth of Marisol Hawkes. He tries to suplex her but she rebounds and pushes him into the ropes. She tries to grab his tights for a three count, but immediately Jarome Owens rolls out of it and grabs her by the tights and spanks her. The crowd roars for a moment as both of them continue to roll and fight back with defense mechanisms before finally they get back to their feet. Both try to fight off one another before Jarome socks Marisol right in the face. He tosses her into the corner and she does a handstand and grabs Jarome with her legs. She then locks him into the tarantula and keeps him there before she lets go. Marisol then picks Jarome Owens up and hits a belly to belly suplex on him.]
Ricky: OUCH! That definitely could be heard around the world.
Jerry: Definitely...wonder how Jarome's black snake friend feels about this one.
[Immediately, as Marisol tries to pick Jarome up, he hits a scoop slam on her and drives her back first into the mat. She immediately grabs her back and the referee wants to shoot up the X, but she says no. Jarome continues to stomp at her for a few moments. Jarome then rushes towards her and hits a splash on to her from the ground. He picks her back up and immediately hits a swinging neck breaker. Jarome immediately climbs up towards the turnbuckle and rips his pants off.]
Jerry: He's dedicating this....to Zion?
Ricky: Maybe...not sure? You can never get in the head of Jarome Owens. His logic is definitely one of a kind. He wants to launch the Black Snake into Marisol's mouth.
Jerry: Well..what a clever...finisher...I really feel awkward.
Ricky: And don't we all with him swinging his penis around like that.
Jerry: HOLY SHIT! He's not paying attention with his back turned.
Ricky: Jarome's not going to like this...
*THWACK*
Jerry: SWEET CONTROVERSY STRAIGHT AS JAROME CAME DOWN FROM THE ROPES FOR HIS MOVE!
Crowd: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Ricky: Marisol Hawkes immediately gets the win and she's definitely torn Jarome's dreams of winning the Hybrid Championship away.
Jerry: Yes, but....
[Suddenly "Shepherd of Fire" immediately hits on the PA system and Marisol Hawkes is pulled out of the ring by the referee in complete shock. Morgan Devereux and Schmied come down to the ring. Marisol and the referee leave Jarome Owens who immediately comes to and sees them come down to the ring. As Schmied comes down to the ring, Jarome immediately launches himself over the top turnbuckle and Schmied catches him. Schmied immediately grabs him and sets him up for a Blitzkreig Hammer and holds him. Morgan immediately grabs a cinder block and Schmied drives him head first into it, leaving Jarome Owens lifeless against the mat. Marisol looks on at horror as Schmied points up towards her Hybrid Title for a moment.]
Ricky: Does that mean Schmied wants the Hybrid Title?
Jerry: I don't know what Jacob Matthews wants. It's Zion's brother. For all I know he could just want to kill her too. He's just making a statement like he's promised all night.
Ricky: The era of Jacob Matthews....or Schmied has begun in PWX.
Jerry: What does that mean for PWX? I do not know.
Ricky: But one thing's for sure...we'll see you live on Wednesday here again for Adrenaline 81. And remember...good fight...good night.
Winner: Marisol Hawkes
[The scene fades to black as Schmied laughs at the carnage he's caused at the end of School of Hard Knox 2.]
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