Post by PWXonline on Aug 27, 2012 13:43:59 GMT -5
Previously on PWX Adrenaline.....
[Shots of Darrell Hayes and Kirsta Lewis heading out to the ring is shown]
Darrell Hayes promised a huge 'attraction for Adrenaline this week, and the Network Executive delivered...
[Tyler Boyd posing on the ropes is shown]
Boyd: I signed it on MY terms! And my terms started with one very simple, simple item. And that’s next week…Adrenaline 3…you’re going to see “The Main Attraction” Tyler Boyd officially return to active competition…when I step into the ring against JOHN PARIAH!
[Footage of Darin Zion and John Ojeda brawling is shown]
Zion got a measure of revenge against John Ojeda, but Ojeda's focus is on New Frontiers and the World Championship.
[Footage from the Elimination Match is shown, as Jacob Rollins pins Kirsta Lewis to become the new Hybrid Champion]
And Jacob Rollins made history, being the first person to ever win a PWX Championship in his debut match-as he survived Revolution Rules, and became the new Hybrid Champion!
[Shots of Ojeda trashing Pariah's car is shown]
What kind of retribution does the Founder of PWX have in store for the self proclaimed World Champion? Find out...right now!
[The opening pyro shoots off, as the crowd roars with anticipation]
Ricky: Welcome to week three of PWX Adrenaline! We are LIVE from Homebase, and we have a huge night in store!
Chris: That's right! Jacob Rollins makes his first PWX Hybrid Championship defense against the former World Champion, Jacob Wright!
Ricky: Plus The Main Attraction returns to the ring, as he faces off against the Founder of PWX...John Pariah!
Chris: We aren't wasting ANY time this week, let's send it to ringside for our opening match!
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Jason Aries vs John Duke
[The match kicked off at a quick pace and saw Jason Aries breaking out some wicked chain wrestling that left John Duke a little confused and looking for the ropes early on. Despite being a rookie, Duke had the head to get to the ropes. When the two men were pulled apart at the ropes, Duke got back to his feet as Aries was charging at him; but Duke catches him with a powerslam. Duke goes for the quick cover but Aries kicks out quickly. The two get back up and start to trade chops. The chops pick up and turn into forearms. The exchange ends with Duke getting fed up with trading forearms and knocking Aries block off with a mean right hook. Aries stumbles to the ropes and falls through them spilling to the outside. The ref starts his count, but Aries is back in by five. Duke charges and Aries ducks under the clothesline. Aries catches Duke with a dropkick to the knee. Aries bound back off the ropes and nails a dropkick to the head. Aries springs to the top rope and goes for a four fifty splash but Duke rolls out of the way. Aries is up quickly but stunned and walks right into Duke who picks him up and nails him with the Long Trail (Pearl River Plunge). Duke goes for the cover]
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Winner: John Duke via Pinfall @ 6:47
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earlier in the day!
Meet Rusty!(Earlier this evening)
[The camera pans in on The Carnival Connection, Sara Treats, Mr. Rottentreats, and “Sir” Douglas Fresh in the parking lot of the PWX arena. All three are dressed to the nines, at least as dressed to nines as Juggalos can get. Mr. Rottentreats and his younger brother Douglas Fresh are both sporting matching white hatchet man hockey jerseys, freshly pressed white Dickies brand shorts pass the knees, and white slip on Vans shoes. Sara is wearing a DIY style skirt made from an old Twiztid Mostasteless jersey, has her hair up and from the sound of the clicking when she walks, wearing a pair of heels. Rottentreats throws his gym bag over his shoulder and slams the back door of the lime and purple van and begins to speak to the camera.]
Mr. Rottentreats: Here we are, here we are! The infamous PWX arena! Finally, our dreams have come true Douglas! We’re teaming up, ON TELEVISION MUTAFACKO!!!
[Mr. Rottentreats begins jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning, and playfully chops his brother in the chest.
Mr. Rottentreats: WOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!!!
Douglas Fresh: What the fuck was that all about? I know you’re excited. But big brother come on, check yourself, before your wreck yourself!
Sara Treats: Speaking of checking yourself before you wreck yourself. Where’s Rusty?
[Mr. Rottentreats reaches into his bag as the reach the wrestlers entrance to the PWX arena. They’re greeted by a small crew of Juggalos awaiting their arrival]
Juggalos: FAM-UH-LEE! FAM-UH-LEE! FAM-UH-LEE!
[Mr. Rottentreats pulls a 2-liter of Faygo Twist from his gym back and stabs it with an unseen object before tossing it towards the crew of Juggalos]
Mr. Rottentreats: Why, he’s right here my loveable lovely!
[Rottentreats holds up his balled up fist revealing a long worn looking spike protruding from his between his index and middle finger. He kisses his wife on the forehead as they enter the building and head toward the locker room area.]
Sara Treats: Great! I was beginning to think you forgot him.
Douglas Fresh: You of all people should know by now. When my big brother says he’s bringing Rusty, he’s bringing rusty!
Mr. Rottentreats: Why do you ask though Sara? Are you wanting to be like your husband and pull some dirty tactics tonight?
[All three laugh as they enter the lockerroom and slam the door behind them.]
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Time To Pay The Pipe-r
[Darrell Hayes sits comfortably behind his nice oak and marble desk. He wears an Armani suit, custom fitted. His gold watch glares in the background, and he looks like a true executive. He places his feet up comfortably on the top of his desk and takes a deep sigh. He pushes back in his big, black, leather chair and closes his eyes for a moment, smiling. He chuckles for a moment as he looks up to the ceiling light, basking in his own glory.]
Darrell Hayes - This is the life! I've got a great job here with the Network! We've ruled the ratings on Versus now for the past two weeks. And I'm on cloud nine with my bank accounts. I'm set for life. I've got a great empire and nothing could go wrong.
Jerry Clark - Nothing but hiring the wrong Norcia, bringing back Tyler Boyd, and pissing off John Pariah, Jacob Wright, and Darin Zion so far. Let alone you've got a mess on Twitter to clean up with Zion tweeting constantly about how you've allowed him to get his ass handed to him now for two weeks straight, threatened to suspend him for a Wellness Policy violation when he's clearly not done it, and not to mention you've got Jonathan Ojeda running rampant in the background. Overall, PWX fans seem rather disappointed in your work.
[Jerry Clark finally comes into pan as Darrell Hayes pulls his feet off his desk and comes out of his euphoric state. His eyes heighten with anger, yet he remains cool, calm and collected as he rests his arms on the desk and speaks.]
Darrell Hayes - Patience young grasshopper, patience! I've already got an insurance policy in place right now to fix my messes. So I've screwed up a few times over the last few weeks Mr. Clark. As my assistant AND only a backstage interviewer, need I remind you that you work for me.
[Jerry Clark keeps a stoic face as he paces around the room and speaks.]
Jerry Clark - Yes sir! And I know your mind will lead PWX to the future it needs. You've got the background needed to do this job. More so than Mr. Pariah does.
Darrell Hayes - Exactly! Pariah's judgment is clouded. He thinks too much like his dead brother. He wants this to remain some indy federation, while I want to take PWX PRIMETIME, baby.
Crowd: JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO!
[Darrell Hayes steps up and raises to his feet. He takes a prideful stance as he gets up. Jerry Clark goes up to him and straightens his tie. Darrell then looks into the mirror and smiles before he walks towards the door.]
Darrell Hayes - Excellent! I know look like the star that I am! Now it's time to go address MY PWX Universe. I've got to give the people what they deserve and take care of this big nunsaince that I have in Mr. Zion in that ring tonight.
[Jerry Clark steps to the side and holds open the door and Darrell Hayes immediately strides down the hall like a true owner. He waves at his multiple employees. He nods at the production team, the makeup crew, and even some of the referees and wrestlers he passes in the backstage area. You can also hear the crowd's reaction become more audible: a chorus of boos. Darrell Hayes immediately passes the Gorilla Position as he comes out to his theme. As he's about to pass through the curtain, immediately from out of nowhere Zion charges him from behind with a lead pipe in hand. He pushes Darrell Hayes towards the metal part of the PWX-Tron. The cameras zoom in on Zion's face, which looks rather irate. He has the lead pipe right across Darrell Hayes' throat. You can hear Darrell choking as Zion speaks.]
Darin Zion - I told you last week on Twitter than if I saw #AnotherHayesFail that I'd send the ninja Asian hookers after you. However, after last week's BLATANT ignoring of the safety policy set in place BY YOU, I thought you deserved a taste of your own medicine. How appropriate, you're pinned up against a wall by the lead pipes you keep ignoring. Talk about another Hayes fail.
[Darrell struggles to come to works and tries to kick Zion, but Zion cranks down harder and harder as he fights back.]
Darrell Hayes - I....WILL...SUS...
Darin Zion - Suspend me? Please! Worse PWX owners threatened my job while I've stood this ring and I didn't DARE stand up to them before. I was just a victim of circumstances. But as the threat that I am and not some joke you can sweep aside, I DEMAND YOU STAND UP FOR YOUR ROSTER. Preston Everett Presley tried to stop me and failed, Brian Hollywood himself tried and failed and even the late great JPO tried to stop me from standing up for this roster and he too failed. So what's it going to be Mr. Hayes? Are you going to grow a pair of balls that Ojeda can't and stand up for your roster's rights so I don't have to rehash the Darin Zion's fight for roster rights like I did last season, or am I going to have to choke your lifeless?
Darrell Hayes - I...CANNOT...DO...ANY.....
[Darin Zion immediately cranks down harder to the point where Hayes cannot speak. Zion's eyes flare up completely with rage. He screams out for a while he cranks down with the lead pipe. Hayes starts to turn a bit blue, but Zion lets up.]
Darin Zion - FUCK THIS SHIT!!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? You like how your roster's gotten threatened by some scum bag the last week who's capped people with this FUCKING OBJECT? Do you like how I cram this cold, lead object against your throat and could end your life if I wanted to do so all in the form of "entertainment."
[Zion immediately lets on the lead pipe and drops Hayes to the ground. He lets Hayes get a few deep breathes and before Hayes can even see it coming, he swings the pipe and drops it right in between Hayes' balls. He screams in pain for a minute before he realizes Zion hasn't hit him. Zion chuckle sadistically for a bit before speaking.]
Darin Zion - Now Hayes, you should know I won't belittle my name. I'm not some scum biker that will take your head off with a lead pipe. I follow the rules and respect authority. But I also stand up to it when I feel it sucks. So Hayes, tonight I have a bit of a favor to ask. It's not a big one, but when I ask a favor I expect it to go through because I'm...
Crowd: DAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRIIIIIINNNNNN.....ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOON!
[Darin Zion chuckles after he turns his head back on Hayes before he continues with his catchphrase.]
Darin Zion: And DON'T YOU FORGET IT!
[Hayes struggles to get back to his feet, but Zion finally helps him up. Zion smiles as Hayes stares at him for a moment, angered at him. He brushes off his suit and speaks seriously to Zion.]
Darrell Hayes - Just stop goofing off and get on with the favor you tool! I don't have all night!
Darin Zion - I want the Hollywood and Ojeda match to have all the weapons removed from ring side. Hollywood might not have accepted my offer or your offer yet Mr. Hayes, but let's face it. Ojeda's a tool and you know as well as I do that if Mr. Hollywood gets harmed tonight, he won't accept any of our offers.
[Darrell Hayes looks on rather intrigued.]
Darrell Hayes - Clearly, I've underestimated you, Zion. Here I mistaken you for a buffoon who knows nothing about the wrestling business. Go on.
[Zion clears his throat for a moment rather surprised his logic worked.]
Darin Zion - Ojeda won't respect Hollywood after what happened at the ending of Season 2. Ojeda turned on Hollywood and blatantly injured him. He may consider killing him after tonight because of their bad blood. If Ojeda does damage, Hollywood definitely doesn't benefit me because his career will be over. However, that hurts you worse. If Hollywood cannot wrestle because of medical issues, not only will that not get your messes cleaned up, BUT Mr. Holllywood also becomes a liability to you ANY TIME he steps out into an arena because of your dangerous work environment you've created. So do the right thing. Protect your investment.
[Darrell Hayes smiles for a moment, almost devilishly. He shakes Zion's hand and speaks with a fake tone.]
Darrell Hayes - I'll see what I can do.
[Zion pulls Hayes in and pats him on the back rather hardly. He chuckles for a moment and lets Hayes go and drops the pipe on the concrete to the crowd's displeasure.]
Darin Zion - That's all I ask for, sir. Thank you for your time.
Darrell Hayes - Your welcome!
[As Hayes turns around and walks back towards his office, Zion pulls the camera to his back. On Hayes' back reads #FTSHayes in bold pink lettering. The camera pulls back to Zion's face as he smiles.]
Crowd - "FTS! FTS! FTS! FTS!"
Darin Zion - And before I leave boys and girls, men and women, remember Mr. Hayes' back because that's your phrase of the week. Maybe if you tweet it really hard to @brianhollywood6 and get it trending, just maybe Mr. Executive himself will choose our side over that Executive cock sucker's side.
[Zion immediately turns around as he starts to act crazy like. He starts skipping around the backstage area almost pleased with his work. While he skips he starts yelling down the halls. it echoes and so does the crowd with him.]
Darin Zion and Crowd 1: Fuck that shit!
Crowd 2: THB!
DZ and Crowd 1: Fuck that shit!
Crowd 2: THB!
[The scene fades to black as the chant continues to go.]
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Welcome to PWX Match:
Ravyn vs Sara Treats vs Kayla Cross
[The ladies got into it hot and heavy in the early going on when Ravyn tried to leave the two ladies to wrestle, by laying across the top turnbuckle. The act of disrespect did nothing to stop either woman from ripping her off the top rope and tossing her back into the ring. Kayla and Sara managed to work together for a little bit in the opening but it soon devolved when Sara tried to pin Ravyn and Kayla intervened. The two women two women start to trade blows. Sara bounces off the ropes and attempts a back hand spring but Kayla pushes her back to her feet. Kayla goes for a roundhouse to the head but Sara ducks it. Sara whips Kayla into the ropes and bends down for a back drop. Kayla spins across her back and lands on her feet bouncing off the opposite ropes. Sara hits the opposite ropes. Ravyn gets in the middle and gets sandwiched with a double drop kick. Both girls get back up and go right back at each other with Kayla whipping Sara into the ropes. Kayla follows in and clotheslines her over the top rope. Ravyn gets up and Kayla hooks her with a headlock. She points and runs to the corner with her, hitting the Dirty Pop (Acid Drop Bulldog). Kayla rolls her over immediately and goes for the cover. Sara Treats is just a moment to late to make the save.]
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Winner: Kayla Cross via Pinfall @ 9:22
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An Executive Guarantee
Backstage Darrell Hayes is seen talking on his cell. A bit of chit chat goes on and Darrell hangs up his phone. As he puts his phone back in his suit pocket, his attention is pulled. Darrell smiles as a voice is heard off camera.
"You wanted to see me?"
Darrell smiles and nods. The camera then pans over towards the door and there stands Mr. Executive Brian Hollywood.
Hayes: Ah yes, come in Mr. Hollywood.
Hollywood steps inside Hayes office but approaches rather annoyed.
Hollywood: This better be important Darrell. I have a match against John Ojeda that I need to be ready for. Now what could possibly be so important that you would need me for?
Darrell smiles at Hollywood for a moment. He then puts his arm around Hollywood.
Hayes: Mr. Hollywood, I know you have an important match tonight. I'm already on top of it. I believe in the whole I scratch your back and you scratch mine deal. Now I know your match is important. That's why I'm already one step ahead of you tonight.
Hollywood stands there in wonderment. However, Hollywood gets a bit defensive.
Hollywood: Whoa, hold up there Darrell. No one gets a step ahead of yours truly Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood.
Darrell: Whoa, hey man, wasn't trying to insult. More like complimenting your skills. What I am trying to say is I have your match taken care of tonight.
Hollywood cocks his head back in shock, but at the same time in interest.
Hollywood: Really? Is that so?
Darrell nods his head as he pats Hollywood on the back.
Darrell: Of course, I take care and concern in my superstars and my friends.
Hollywood: I'm listening...
Darrell: Tonight in the main event, all weapons are banned! Which means Ojeda will not have one weapon to use against you! I'm making sure all weapons in and under and around the ring are removed right before you and Ojeda's match.
Hollywood smiles and nods his head in approval.
Hollywood: Well now that's a nice touch Darrell! Now your starting to understand this job better.
Darrell nods his head and stands in silence for a little bit. His smile vanishes from his face and he looks right at Hollywood.
Darrell: Now it's time for you to scratch my back.
Hollywood stands in silence as he looks at Darrell seriously.
Darrell: I don't know if you heard, but earlier I was physically threatened. I hate being threatened and I won't tolerate it in the least bit.
Hollywood: If your referring to..
Darrell cuts him off.
Darrell: Yes! That's exactly who I'm referring to!
Hollywood just shrugs his shoulders.
Darrell: Darin fucking Zion! Came into my office and threatened my life! I should have fired him on the spot but that would have been too easy..
Hollywood: So how is this my problem?
Darrell slowly starts to smiles as he once against puts his arm around Hollywood.
Darrell: Well, I don't tolerate being threatened. That's why I'm going to do something about it. As much as I hate to say this, next week I'm giving the people Hollywood and Zion! In a tag match!
Hollywood stands there rather surprised. Crowd can be heard in the background chanting "THB!" Darrell's smiles then goes away again.
Darrell: However, there is a catch...
Hollywood just stands there silent as he shrugs his shoulders. The crowd start to boo.
Darrell: I'm not a fan of The Hollywood Boyz. I know that you aren't anymore either. However, I know that Zion has been annoying you about a reunion. Then there was my offer. You and I can do great things together Mr. Hollywood! That's why I'm giving you the chance to be able to do both. Team with Zion next week and join my side! However, you know I can't let go what Zion did to me.
Hollywood remains in silence.
Darrell: I know Zion trusts you Mr. Hollywood. That's why in your tag match next week I want you to take Zion out.
The crowd starts to boo as Hollywood looks at Darrell more seriously.
Darrell: I don't care if its during the match or after, just take Zion the fuck out! Think of the take out as an official initiation back on the corporate side of PWX again. I know this is what you've wanted since you were overthrown last time and mutinied against.
Hollywood starts to get angered as he clenches his fist.
Darrell: I know you hate thinking about it. How could you even consider the thought about Zions offer to you after what he did to you? He embarrassed you, humiliated you. If I know you as well as I'd like to Hollywood, then I know you'll feel never better about finally getting your long deserved revenge!
Hollywood is still visibly angry. The past moments flashing through Hollywood's mind. Hollywood then turns and puts his fist through a table and breaks it. Darrell looks on and smiles.
Darrell: I take it we have an accord then. Do what you know has to be done and end Zion. Then you and I will celebrate and plot just what we want to do with PWX!
Hollywood stands and surveys the damage to the table. He stares down in the rubble and just looks for a moment. The anger in Hollywood's face lets up a little. Hollywood looks up and strokes his beard as the frustration continues to plague Hollywood. Hollywood turns around at Darrell.
Hollywood: Duly noted. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go prep to beat Ojeda's ass down tonight.
Hollywood walks out of Darrell's office without saying another word. Darrell looks on and smiles with joy.
Darrell: Everything is coming together perfectly and as I had planned! PWX is now on notice! After next week, PWX will witness history repeat itself. Only this time, power will be...absolute!
Darrell smiles evilly as the camera slowly fades out.
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Riding the Wave of the Future
Kayla Cross walks down the hallway with only a few minutes removed from her big debut match. Suddenly, Jerry Clark comes rushing towards her with a microphone in hand.
Jerry Clark: Miss Cross! Miss Cross!
With her hood still firmly over her head she turns toward Jerry Clark and gives him a little smirk.
Kayla Cross: Yes, Mr. Clark.
More flustered than he should be interviewing a wrestler given his background, he gets his words out, somehow maintaining professionalism.
Jerry Clark: Can I get a few words with you?
She looks at him and nods her head.
Kayla Cross: I can’t see why not.
He pulls himself together and begins to ask her questions.
Jerry Clark: That was an impressive performance out there in your debut match. Now that you have arrived, what are your plans as far as your future in PWX goes?
Kayla doesn’t hesitate to answer him.
Kayla Cross: Now it would be mighty pretentious for a rookie like me, who just wrestled her first televised match to say “the world title”…
She pauses for just a moment.
Kayla Cross: But you know what? I will take that risk. My main goal is to one day win the PWX World Heavyweight title. Right now it is being worn by a guy who frankly just got grandfathered in …and is being sought after by a man who is looking to settle unfinished business from the past. Well, that is the past boys …what you just saw in the ring was the future. And I am going to work my way towards your guy’s level and maybe not next week or the week after that or even this year, I will hold that title. And the two men bickering over it will ONLY be remembered for this company’s last run and not for this one. This little kerfuffle over the World title won’t resonate with anyone. What will resonate will be the day that Kayla Cross, having worked her way up from the bottom to the top, breaks the glass ceiling so a NEW generation of PWX superstars can reign over the fed. And finally, that old guard will be retired.
Jerry Clark: With that said, are you resentful of the past of PWX being featured in its present.
She continues to have her down as she speaks.
Kayla Cross: No, of course not. The past made way for athletes like myself …for athletes like Jacob Rollins and others. I appreciate the past of this company. But we clearly have two men who are at the top of the card, battling about the PAST as opposed to the present and more importantly the future. I think we as a company can do MUCH better than that.
Before Jerry is able to ask his next question he is interrupted by an extremely handsome blonde man in his thirties.
Blonde man: You CAN do much better Kayla. You CAN do much better.
Kayla gives him an odd look underneath her hoodie. Jerry Clark finally butts in.
Jerry Clark: I’m sorry, who are you?
The man does look at him or Kayla and instead looks directly into the camera flashing his pearly whites.
Blonde Man: Hi …I am popular sports agent and now talent promoter …”Handsome” Harry Hanson. And tonight, I will bring to you something that you will never ever forget. Stay tuned for the ratings spike.
He pauses for a moment and then turns to Kayla.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: And as it refers to you young lady …you are quite impressive aren’t you?
She raises an eyebrow.
Kayla Cross: If you say so. But if you don’t mind…
He interrupts her again.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Oh, I don’t mind. I never do. But consider this, with as impressive as you are, your goals might not be attainable without proper representation. I could be that representation. Being apart of my team will be the thing that gets you towards the world.
He pulls a business card out of his jacket pocket and hands it to her.
“Handsome” Harry Handsome: Hey, I just might you …and this crazy …but here’s my number, so call me maybe?
She takes the card and looks at it before stuffing it into her cleavage …like most women do. She nods her head.
Kayla Cross: I just might.
He gives her the wink and the gun and begins to back away.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Great! I hope to hear from you soon.
As he walks away, Kayla also slinks away leaving Jerry Clark in the middle of the hallway all alone.
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Thank God for Google Translation
With Darrell Hayes watching the current edition of Adrenaline and smiling at the product so far, life seems grand. That is until Tweeder comes storming in.
Tweeder: Cad é an ifreann a cheapann tú atá tú ag déanamh go PWX!?!
Darrell Hayes: What are you saying?
Tweeder: Cad é nach dtuigeann tú Gaeilge?
Hayes: Seriously, what are you saying?
Tweeder: Peut-être que vous préférez le français au lieu?
Hayes: Right, if you aren’t going to speak English, get out!
Tweeder: How the hell did you get to be an executive if you don’t speak another language?
Hayes: That is none of your concern.
Tweeder: Alright, but you do have a concern that is going to affect your standing with the network.
Hayes: You have got to be kidding me. Things are going great and the roster keeps growing every day. PWX has the best wrestling on TV.
Tweeder: Maybe, but you are missing the point. People like wrestling, but they want to see more that the technical side. They want to see blood.
Hayes: PWX is a family show. Versus has values that you can’t understand.
Tweeder: Oh I understand alright, but listen to me. Those ‘values’ that Versus has don’t mean shit when society allows much worse to be shown. Hell if The Matrix can air on TV without being edited, why can’t there me more violent matches?
Hayes: FX is on cable.
Tweeder: So what is PWX on, PBS? Fans right after PWX Adrenaline, Versus brings you Mr Rogers.
Hayes: Look, I understand what you are saying.
Tweeder: Do you now?
Hayes: Yes we have a team who are doing surveys to see what they like to see in PWX.
Tweeder: Let me give you a word of advice. Don’t make it just for the pay per views. Offer it for Adrenaline and if you have to, make the show PG-17. Not that it matters as kids are going to play games that kill people any ways.
Hayes: I’ll look into it, but I can’t promise you anything.
Tweeder: Don’t wait too long.
With this, Tweeder storms out of the office of Darrell Hayes almost as quick as he came in.
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Chaos vs Michael James Norcia vs Tweeder
[The match kicks off with the three men in the ring. Norcia takes a step back and motions for the other two to start. Chaos takes a step towards Tweeder. Tweeder swings a big right uppercut that connects clean to Chaos' jaw. Chaos goes down in a heap. Tweeder walks over, kneels down and pins Chaos with his pinky finger.]
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Alexis Lace: Chaos has been eliminated
Chris Claudill: A one punch knockout on Chaos! This does not look good on Chaos' resume.
Ricky Cravate: I'll say, he'll be lucky if he doesn't have a broken jaw. Did you see Tweeder throw that uppercut? He took his head off!
Chris Claudill: Michael James Norcia looks a little worried right about now.
Ricky Cravate: The rookie had some success last week, but I think the greenhorn knows he's in over his head.
[Norcia circles Tweeder cautiously and goes to tie up with him. Tweeder ducks behind him, jumps up and pulls Norcia to the mat, locking him in the Kahtahjime. Norcia struggles hard for the first thirty seconds to try to get out, but as his oxygen decreases his struggles get less intense. As Norcia is inching towards the ropes and the crowd clap; he finally succumbs to the darkness and goes limp. The ref picks up his arm and lets it fall three times and calls for the bell.]
Winner: Tweeder via Choke Out @ 1:32
[Tweeder rolls out of the ring and starts ripping chairs away from fans. He tosses them into the ring and rolls back in. He picks up the four chairs and opens the up and sets the up so two at back to back, and two are set back to back on either side. Norcia is just recovering and Tweeder kicks him in the gut. Tweeder stuffs him, picks him up and powerbombs him on the open chair contraption. Norcia hits the chairs awkwardly and rolls off of them in sheer agony. He flops around in the ring and then rolls out. Chaos is just getting up and Tweeder picks him up and hits him with a death valley driver on the chairs. Chaos lays out in the middle of the ring, and then rolls out. Tweeder grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.]
Tweeder: There's your real welcome to PWX, bitches.
[Tweeder drops the microphone and rolls out as his music plays.]
Chris Claudill: That was quite the impressive showing by Tweeder.
Ricky Cravate: He just showed two rookies the play book.
Chris Claudill: I don't think they're really gonna remember much of it after that.
Ricky Cravate: That's probably a good thing.
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An Intro to Perfection
[Alexis Lace stands in the middle of the ring with her microphone in hand.]
Alexis Lace: Please welcome to the ring… “Handsome” Harry Hanson!!!
Ricky Cravate: Who?
Chris Caudill: You know …that guy who was trying to recruit Kayla Cross earlier.
Ricky Cravate: Oh, I thought he was asking her out. We actually employ this guy? He looks like he should be hosting a gameshow.
Chris Caudill: He does have that dashing gentlemanly look doesn’t he.
Ricky Cravate: You are beginning to scare me.
[Harry Hanson makes his way to the ring as he gets no reception whatsoever. He is wearing a nice suit and a microphone headpiece …so he doesn’t even need to be handed the microphone. Even though there is no one cheering for him, he encourages the audience to “keep it down.” He politely walks up the steps and makes his way into the ring. He begins to applaud himself because no one else is. He pauses for a moment …as if he was waiting for something.]
Chris Caudill: What is this goof waiting for?
Ricky Cravate: Obviously, he is waiting for the huge crowd reaction to die down.
Chris Caudill: What crowd reaction?
[Harry finally believes that the crowd’s reaction has calmed down enough.]
Harry Hanson: How is everyone doing tonight?
[He gets no response.]
Harry Hanson: I SAID, how is everyone feeling tonight?
[Again, no response.]
Harry Hanson: As you probably ALL know by now, I am the former top sports agent of the early 2000’s. But you may all me “Handsome” Harry Handsome I managed some of the greatest careers in the NFL, the NBA, the WNBA, the MLB, the NHL, boxing, soccer, badmitten, professional skin diving …the list goes on. And my job has always been this: to represent the best and brightest. But that isn’t enough …that is never ENOUGH for me. I need to do more with my clients. I need to present something unique; something that you people, you fans of this sport, don’t see enough of in your regular lives. And that thing is this.
[He pauses for a moment.]
Harry Hanson: BEAUTY!
[The boos begin to start from the crowd, but for the most part he is still getting absolutely no reaction. He begins to look around the arena.]
Harry Hanson: I look around and I see a whole lot of threes, a bunch of fives, and MAYBE two sevens. In this business, I wouldn’t expect to see ANYTHING above a six …so good job to that adequate looking couple in the second row. And I don’t just mean the fans. I am talking about all the staff hired to work these shows and most of the talent. Face it, this …
[He points to his face.]
Harry Hanson: is something that you all wish you could achieve …and hey …that doesn’t compare to what I am about to unveil to you. Because while you don’t personally strive to be better than the 1,2, and 3’s that you are, you want to see pure, unbridled beauty. Not just beauty of the flesh, but beauty of the athleticism. How long has it been since you’ve seen a performer in this ring whose performance made you tear up due to how sound and impactful the offense was? It has been awhile hasn’t it?
Chris Caudill: What is he talking about?
Ricky Cravate: Shhhh …I’m interested in what he has to say.
[He gives a lovable smirk to the camera before he continues.]
Harry Hanson: And THAT beauty. THAT ring savy. THAT experience is what I wanted to provide to everyone in the arena. Because I genuinely feel for you …because you just don’t have it in your normal everyday lives. But I am going to change that because now you’ll have it every Wednesday. Now you’ll have it every time you look at the PWX roster page. And much sooner than you’ll ever possible realize, you’ll have that on the top of your tag team division. And I am not talking about just a high number of beauty like an eight or a nine …NO, I am talking about …A Perfect Ten!!!
[The lights go down as only the rampway is lit with two slender female figures standing in the middle of it as “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins to play. The tallest one is on the right of the rampway in a very proper pose with her arms stretched out. She appears to be wearing a sash and tiara. The female on the right isn’t in quite the same glamorous pose but she is looking off to her side and slightly arching her back. Once the song picks up, the lights on the stage go up to reveal a part Caucasian/ part Chinese woman wearing a nice black evening gown and over that is indeed a sash and tiara. On the left is a Caucasian brunette who isn’t dressed as glamorous, instead, she is dressed more like the girl next door …but she seems to have the widest, friendliest, but also phoniest smile on her face. The woman in the evening gown blows kisses and gives a beauty queen wave.]
Harry Hanson: For lack of better terms, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova and “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy …they are Perfect 10!
Ricky Cravate: Wow! Would you look at them? Harry wasn’t lying, they are gorgeous ladies.
Chris Caudill: But can they wrestle?
Ricky Cravate: Who cares? They are hot!
[The two ladies make their way to the ring with the taller mixed lady in the evening gown, Katrina slowly walking down blowing kisses at people who she assumes are her fans. The other girl, Alexis, continues to give that huge fake smile and slap high fives, but when she turns away, she rolls her eyes just a little bit. Alexis, with a lot of energy, slides into the ring as Katrina slowly walks up the steel steps. Harry opens the ropes for her. She steps in and begins waving to the fans and blowing kisses as Alexis hits the top turnbuckle and gives a fauxe bubbly smile and wave to her fans. Harry grabs a microphone and hands it to Katrina Nova …but they all wait for the music to die down.]
Katrina Nova: Thank you all for being here to watch my debut in PWX. As your “Little Miss Perfect 2012” I look to instill the values that I have lived my life on onto all of you tiny people in the world of pro wrestling. You see, I understand that none of you were blessed by the heavens like I was. I understand that me, and my partner Alexis here, have bodies that all you women wish you had and all you men wish you could touch. I understand that mind works twice as fast as any of yours …this is why I am, in fact, a graduate from UCLA with a double major. Many of you couldn’t get through community College, most of you barely even got through High School. And I understand that the boys and girls in the back had to work years to get to the level of performance that Alexis and I are at in this ring. I understand that you aren’t like us… you weren’t born special, you weren’t born important like we were. You see this…
[She poses in the ring for a moment, pointing to her body.]
Katrina Nova: I was born like this. I came out the pinnacle of perfection. I am not like any actress in Hollywood who needs to apply loads of make-up to “seem” attractive. I am not like your porn stars who need plastic surgery to “appear” attractive. I am natural. I am pure. And having lived a life without flaws, I will pass down my wealth of knowledge …only for you to process about five percent of it. But importantly, together, me and Alexis will make this show finally worth watching for once. We will be that ratings hike that the network oh so desires. Love us or hate us, our looks will bring you in, but what we can do in the ring as a team will keep you watching.
Chris Caudill: She is a bit full of herself isn’t she?
Ricky Cravate: I think I’m in love. Everything she just said was one hundred percent true.
Chris Caudill: Are you really falling for that?
Ricky Cravate: Shush! The other one is about to speak.
[Katrina hands the microphone to Alexis Prodigy who puts on a wide smile for the fans.]
Alexis Prodigy: Thank you Katrina. I, as well, am super thrilled for the chance to perform in front of all of you. But most importantly, I am excited to show you what a real wrestler is. You see, Katrina was right …we were born different. We were born better. But for different reasons. While her blessing was a miracle in world without miracles …mine was that of destiny. Mine was that of being born into a wrestling family that accomplished nothing during their careers. My grandfather had a silly composer routine while my father got paid for being slammed into tacks. They were clearly meant for more but chose to stay stagnant. But for my generation …I CHOSE to follow my family’s destiny to the fullest. I put myself under the tutelage of wrestling legend Terrence Carlyle. And I proved that not only was I meant for more than other beings in this world …but I was more. I was in fact, like Katrina and Harry here, the Total Package of not only a wrestler but a woman. And sure, you might not like what I’m saying but look at me.
[Her eyes go into a wide eyed kitten mode as the boos fly across the arena and towards the women and man in the middle of the ring. She pays no attention.]
Alexis Prodigy: You are already beginning to forgive me because you boys are fickle …you will never stay mad at me for long periods of time. You just can’t do it. Because, as oppose to Ms. Nova here, I am the ultimate girl next door. The one who could kick your ass but your heart still skips a beat when you see me. The one who is so good at everything, that you just wish you could date her to get a little bit of bliss knowing you were that close to something “amazing.” And even though you know that I am going to turn you down ….you keep trying hoping maybe I’ll change my mind. But I never will, because I know that I was born for more than settling with mediocre. And that is why I chose to align with these two because they are the only two that are on even footing with me in the totem pole of life. Together we were meant for more than walking in and out of this arena without gold around our waists. And like those poor little sappy boys, we are going to leave our opponents sad and disappointed but always begging for “just one more chance.”
[She kindly sets the microphone down as Harry steps into the center of the ladies.]
Ricky Cravate: Wow, these ladies mean business.
Chris Caudill: How do they mean business? All they did was talk about how pretty they were and how much better and privileged they were than everyone else.
Ricky Cravate: Clearly you weren’t reading into the subtext.
[Harry waits for the incredible negative reaction they are getting to calm down. Harry actually takes a bow as if they were cheering for them.]
Harry Hanson: Like I said “breathtaking” right? But just you wait until next week when I present to you the in ring debut of Perfect Ten and the beginning of a higher standard in professional wrestling.
[With that “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” plays once more and Alexis slides out of the ring as Harry opens the ropes once more for Katrina Nova. They make their way into the back as Katrina blows kisses and Alexis poses with her wide eyes on the rampway.]
Chris Caudill: Well, that wasted about seven to ten minutes of good air time.
Ricky Cravate: Are you kidding me? That WAS good air time.
Chris Caudill: The only thing I learned is that some women are just plain too caught up in looks.
Ricky Cravate: But I bet you they can back it up in the ring.
Chris Caudill: Well, I guess they will have their chance next week to impress me.
Ricky Cravate: I don’t think they’ll ever try to impress a five like you. A nine like me …maybe.
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PWX Hybrid Championship Match:
Jacob Rollins © vs Jacob Wright
[The match kicked off with Jacob Rollins coming in fast and furious in the early goings landing quite a few leg and body kicks that Jacob Wright didn't hold up well to at all. Jacob Wright tried to mount a week offense but Jacob Rollings stifled it all too quicky. Wright rolled out of the ring to catch a breath of air only to catch a tope con hilo that left him laying on the hard concrete floor. Jacob Rollins proceeds to beat Jacob Wright all over the ring side area, bouncing him off the turnbuckles and steps multiple times. Rollins rolls Wright back into the ring. Rollins picks up Wright, and sets him up, and nails him with Rolling in the Deep (The Ranhei). Rollins pins him immediately]
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Winner: Jacob Rollins via Pinfall @ 6:26
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A Waste of Time
[The camera opens up in the office of Darrell Hayes. Has is sitting behind his desk sifting through some paperwork. His office door swings open and Marissa Stamm barges into the room; looking none to pleased.]
Darrell Hayes: Can I help you Ms. Stamm?
Marissa Stamm: Help would be one way of putting it. Another would be explaining why you're wasting my time.
Darrell Hayes: Excuse me? How am I wasting your time? You have one of the highest contracts in the company.
Marissa Stamm: And throwing me into a match for the Hybrid Championship? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm better than that.
Darrell Hayes: And that's where we can both agree Ms. Stamm. But that Hybrid title match was the highest rated portion of the show. So your time wasn't wasted. It was valuable exposure. Now, what exactly can I do for you?
Marissa Stamm: Well, that's the question, isn't it? What can you do for me? My resume speaks for itself. I've beaten Hollywood, I've beaten Ojeda.. I've been a champion.
Darrell Hayes: What you've done else where, and what you've done here are two different things. But, that being said, I've been looking at putting together a number one contenders match at New Frontiers. Would you be interested in that?
Marissa Stamm: Interested is a way of putting it.
Darrell Hayes: I can't give you any assurances past that, but at New Frontiers, you'll be in a number one contenders match.
Marissa Stamm: The rest of it isn't for you o worry about.
Darrell Hayes: Good. Keep up the good work Ms. Stamm. Hopefully the quarter hour breakdowns favor you at the PPV.
[The scene fades to the announcers booth as Stamm leaves the room.]
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Tag Team Title Qualifier Match
Cash Money & Jamal Young vs The Carnival Connection
[The match kicks off with wild action that got going from the instant the Phranchyze and Connection hit the ring. Mr. Rottentreates quickly gets the upper hand on Cash Money and bashes a keyboard over his head. Mr. Rottentreats is whacked with a cookie sheet from behind and stumbles. Doug Fresh nails Jamal Young with a trash can. The action spills to the outside and all four men begin to brawl in the crowd. Jamal Young throws a chair at Fresh, bouncing it off his head and busting him open. Mr. Rottentreats clubs Money over the head and leaves him laying flat o nthe concrete and bleeding. The brawling works it's way back to the ring. Jamal gets his guitar and does a dance around the ring while he plays it and then wraps it around Fresh's head. Mr. Rottentreats wraps a chair around Jamal's head. Cash Money comes in hot, but Mr. Rottentreats stops him and nails him with the Juggalo Driver 2, and goes for the cover.]
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Winner: The Carnival Connection
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Riding the wave of the future
Darrell Hayes is at his desk when there is a knock on his door.
Darrell Hayes: Come in!
In walks Kayla Cross, still in her ring gear, still with her hoodie draped over head. She doesn’t smile, but doesn’t frown either …she just walks and begins to speak calm and cool towards the many who is most likely her boss.
Kayla Cross: You wanted to see me.
It wasn’t worded like a question. Darrell gets up from behind his desk and saunters over to Kayla Cross.
Darrell Hayes: Ah yes, indeed I do. I caught a glimpse of you match this evening …suffice to say I am impressed. Not just me, the network as a whole is pleased with your look and your charisma you just displayed. They wanted me to speak to you immediately.
Kayla raises an eyebrow.
Kayla Cross: And that is?
Darrell puts his hand on her shoulder.
Darrell Hayes: Imagine you, a virtual unknown, over-night becoming the face of this company.
Kayla Cross: I’d rather be THE WRESTLER of this company.
Hayes chuckles at her and this notion.
Darrell Hayes: And this opportunity the Vs. network is giving you will lead to you becoming just that. You see, we have been looking for a young lady employed by this company to SELL this company to the general public who wouldn’t normally watch such programming as this. We want to use you for public appearances, television spots, cameos on hit television programs …even movies. We want you to be the driving force behind what gives this company ratings.
Kayla shrugs at this notion.
Kayla Cross: As interesting as all of that sounds, let me ask you a question. Did you actually watch my match or are you just trying to exploit the fact that I am an attractive young lady?
Hayes winks at her as she sighs.
Darrell Hayes: I think we both know the answer to that. I’m sorry, but I am not about wrestling ability but selling a product to achieve high ratings. Basically, if you say no …and we dip in the ratings …and if they happen to dip low enough Vs… will have no choice but to cancel this show. And all of your talk about being the wave of the future will mean very little in the big picture.
He then walks her towards the door as she looks apprehensive about this whole deal.
Darrell Hayes: Besides, if you scratch our back, we will most definitely scratch yours. We can make it very easy for you to accomplish any goal that you may have here. All you have to do is be our spokesperson and sell your image a little bit. The ends justify the means don’t they?
She doesn’t look conflicted but instead looks back at Darrell Hayes with that calm and cool demeanor.
Kayla Cross: I’ll consider it.
Hayes smiles at her.
Darrell Hayes: That is all I ask …but I’d make your decision within the next week. We’ll be in touch.
Kayla Cross walks out of the office and a shit eating grin appears on her face.
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[Shots of Darrell Hayes and Kirsta Lewis heading out to the ring is shown]
Darrell Hayes promised a huge 'attraction for Adrenaline this week, and the Network Executive delivered...
[Tyler Boyd posing on the ropes is shown]
Boyd: I signed it on MY terms! And my terms started with one very simple, simple item. And that’s next week…Adrenaline 3…you’re going to see “The Main Attraction” Tyler Boyd officially return to active competition…when I step into the ring against JOHN PARIAH!
[Footage of Darin Zion and John Ojeda brawling is shown]
Zion got a measure of revenge against John Ojeda, but Ojeda's focus is on New Frontiers and the World Championship.
[Footage from the Elimination Match is shown, as Jacob Rollins pins Kirsta Lewis to become the new Hybrid Champion]
And Jacob Rollins made history, being the first person to ever win a PWX Championship in his debut match-as he survived Revolution Rules, and became the new Hybrid Champion!
[Shots of Ojeda trashing Pariah's car is shown]
What kind of retribution does the Founder of PWX have in store for the self proclaimed World Champion? Find out...right now!
[The opening pyro shoots off, as the crowd roars with anticipation]
Ricky: Welcome to week three of PWX Adrenaline! We are LIVE from Homebase, and we have a huge night in store!
Chris: That's right! Jacob Rollins makes his first PWX Hybrid Championship defense against the former World Champion, Jacob Wright!
Ricky: Plus The Main Attraction returns to the ring, as he faces off against the Founder of PWX...John Pariah!
Chris: We aren't wasting ANY time this week, let's send it to ringside for our opening match!
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Jason Aries vs John Duke
[The match kicked off at a quick pace and saw Jason Aries breaking out some wicked chain wrestling that left John Duke a little confused and looking for the ropes early on. Despite being a rookie, Duke had the head to get to the ropes. When the two men were pulled apart at the ropes, Duke got back to his feet as Aries was charging at him; but Duke catches him with a powerslam. Duke goes for the quick cover but Aries kicks out quickly. The two get back up and start to trade chops. The chops pick up and turn into forearms. The exchange ends with Duke getting fed up with trading forearms and knocking Aries block off with a mean right hook. Aries stumbles to the ropes and falls through them spilling to the outside. The ref starts his count, but Aries is back in by five. Duke charges and Aries ducks under the clothesline. Aries catches Duke with a dropkick to the knee. Aries bound back off the ropes and nails a dropkick to the head. Aries springs to the top rope and goes for a four fifty splash but Duke rolls out of the way. Aries is up quickly but stunned and walks right into Duke who picks him up and nails him with the Long Trail (Pearl River Plunge). Duke goes for the cover]
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Winner: John Duke via Pinfall @ 6:47
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earlier in the day!
Meet Rusty!(Earlier this evening)
[The camera pans in on The Carnival Connection, Sara Treats, Mr. Rottentreats, and “Sir” Douglas Fresh in the parking lot of the PWX arena. All three are dressed to the nines, at least as dressed to nines as Juggalos can get. Mr. Rottentreats and his younger brother Douglas Fresh are both sporting matching white hatchet man hockey jerseys, freshly pressed white Dickies brand shorts pass the knees, and white slip on Vans shoes. Sara is wearing a DIY style skirt made from an old Twiztid Mostasteless jersey, has her hair up and from the sound of the clicking when she walks, wearing a pair of heels. Rottentreats throws his gym bag over his shoulder and slams the back door of the lime and purple van and begins to speak to the camera.]
Mr. Rottentreats: Here we are, here we are! The infamous PWX arena! Finally, our dreams have come true Douglas! We’re teaming up, ON TELEVISION MUTAFACKO!!!
[Mr. Rottentreats begins jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning, and playfully chops his brother in the chest.
Mr. Rottentreats: WOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!!!
Douglas Fresh: What the fuck was that all about? I know you’re excited. But big brother come on, check yourself, before your wreck yourself!
Sara Treats: Speaking of checking yourself before you wreck yourself. Where’s Rusty?
[Mr. Rottentreats reaches into his bag as the reach the wrestlers entrance to the PWX arena. They’re greeted by a small crew of Juggalos awaiting their arrival]
Juggalos: FAM-UH-LEE! FAM-UH-LEE! FAM-UH-LEE!
[Mr. Rottentreats pulls a 2-liter of Faygo Twist from his gym back and stabs it with an unseen object before tossing it towards the crew of Juggalos]
Mr. Rottentreats: Why, he’s right here my loveable lovely!
[Rottentreats holds up his balled up fist revealing a long worn looking spike protruding from his between his index and middle finger. He kisses his wife on the forehead as they enter the building and head toward the locker room area.]
Sara Treats: Great! I was beginning to think you forgot him.
Douglas Fresh: You of all people should know by now. When my big brother says he’s bringing Rusty, he’s bringing rusty!
Mr. Rottentreats: Why do you ask though Sara? Are you wanting to be like your husband and pull some dirty tactics tonight?
[All three laugh as they enter the lockerroom and slam the door behind them.]
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Time To Pay The Pipe-r
[Darrell Hayes sits comfortably behind his nice oak and marble desk. He wears an Armani suit, custom fitted. His gold watch glares in the background, and he looks like a true executive. He places his feet up comfortably on the top of his desk and takes a deep sigh. He pushes back in his big, black, leather chair and closes his eyes for a moment, smiling. He chuckles for a moment as he looks up to the ceiling light, basking in his own glory.]
Darrell Hayes - This is the life! I've got a great job here with the Network! We've ruled the ratings on Versus now for the past two weeks. And I'm on cloud nine with my bank accounts. I'm set for life. I've got a great empire and nothing could go wrong.
Jerry Clark - Nothing but hiring the wrong Norcia, bringing back Tyler Boyd, and pissing off John Pariah, Jacob Wright, and Darin Zion so far. Let alone you've got a mess on Twitter to clean up with Zion tweeting constantly about how you've allowed him to get his ass handed to him now for two weeks straight, threatened to suspend him for a Wellness Policy violation when he's clearly not done it, and not to mention you've got Jonathan Ojeda running rampant in the background. Overall, PWX fans seem rather disappointed in your work.
[Jerry Clark finally comes into pan as Darrell Hayes pulls his feet off his desk and comes out of his euphoric state. His eyes heighten with anger, yet he remains cool, calm and collected as he rests his arms on the desk and speaks.]
Darrell Hayes - Patience young grasshopper, patience! I've already got an insurance policy in place right now to fix my messes. So I've screwed up a few times over the last few weeks Mr. Clark. As my assistant AND only a backstage interviewer, need I remind you that you work for me.
[Jerry Clark keeps a stoic face as he paces around the room and speaks.]
Jerry Clark - Yes sir! And I know your mind will lead PWX to the future it needs. You've got the background needed to do this job. More so than Mr. Pariah does.
Darrell Hayes - Exactly! Pariah's judgment is clouded. He thinks too much like his dead brother. He wants this to remain some indy federation, while I want to take PWX PRIMETIME, baby.
Crowd: JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO!
[Darrell Hayes steps up and raises to his feet. He takes a prideful stance as he gets up. Jerry Clark goes up to him and straightens his tie. Darrell then looks into the mirror and smiles before he walks towards the door.]
Darrell Hayes - Excellent! I know look like the star that I am! Now it's time to go address MY PWX Universe. I've got to give the people what they deserve and take care of this big nunsaince that I have in Mr. Zion in that ring tonight.
[Jerry Clark steps to the side and holds open the door and Darrell Hayes immediately strides down the hall like a true owner. He waves at his multiple employees. He nods at the production team, the makeup crew, and even some of the referees and wrestlers he passes in the backstage area. You can also hear the crowd's reaction become more audible: a chorus of boos. Darrell Hayes immediately passes the Gorilla Position as he comes out to his theme. As he's about to pass through the curtain, immediately from out of nowhere Zion charges him from behind with a lead pipe in hand. He pushes Darrell Hayes towards the metal part of the PWX-Tron. The cameras zoom in on Zion's face, which looks rather irate. He has the lead pipe right across Darrell Hayes' throat. You can hear Darrell choking as Zion speaks.]
Darin Zion - I told you last week on Twitter than if I saw #AnotherHayesFail that I'd send the ninja Asian hookers after you. However, after last week's BLATANT ignoring of the safety policy set in place BY YOU, I thought you deserved a taste of your own medicine. How appropriate, you're pinned up against a wall by the lead pipes you keep ignoring. Talk about another Hayes fail.
[Darrell struggles to come to works and tries to kick Zion, but Zion cranks down harder and harder as he fights back.]
Darrell Hayes - I....WILL...SUS...
Darin Zion - Suspend me? Please! Worse PWX owners threatened my job while I've stood this ring and I didn't DARE stand up to them before. I was just a victim of circumstances. But as the threat that I am and not some joke you can sweep aside, I DEMAND YOU STAND UP FOR YOUR ROSTER. Preston Everett Presley tried to stop me and failed, Brian Hollywood himself tried and failed and even the late great JPO tried to stop me from standing up for this roster and he too failed. So what's it going to be Mr. Hayes? Are you going to grow a pair of balls that Ojeda can't and stand up for your roster's rights so I don't have to rehash the Darin Zion's fight for roster rights like I did last season, or am I going to have to choke your lifeless?
Darrell Hayes - I...CANNOT...DO...ANY.....
[Darin Zion immediately cranks down harder to the point where Hayes cannot speak. Zion's eyes flare up completely with rage. He screams out for a while he cranks down with the lead pipe. Hayes starts to turn a bit blue, but Zion lets up.]
Darin Zion - FUCK THIS SHIT!!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? You like how your roster's gotten threatened by some scum bag the last week who's capped people with this FUCKING OBJECT? Do you like how I cram this cold, lead object against your throat and could end your life if I wanted to do so all in the form of "entertainment."
[Zion immediately lets on the lead pipe and drops Hayes to the ground. He lets Hayes get a few deep breathes and before Hayes can even see it coming, he swings the pipe and drops it right in between Hayes' balls. He screams in pain for a minute before he realizes Zion hasn't hit him. Zion chuckle sadistically for a bit before speaking.]
Darin Zion - Now Hayes, you should know I won't belittle my name. I'm not some scum biker that will take your head off with a lead pipe. I follow the rules and respect authority. But I also stand up to it when I feel it sucks. So Hayes, tonight I have a bit of a favor to ask. It's not a big one, but when I ask a favor I expect it to go through because I'm...
Crowd: DAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRIIIIIINNNNNN.....ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOON!
[Darin Zion chuckles after he turns his head back on Hayes before he continues with his catchphrase.]
Darin Zion: And DON'T YOU FORGET IT!
[Hayes struggles to get back to his feet, but Zion finally helps him up. Zion smiles as Hayes stares at him for a moment, angered at him. He brushes off his suit and speaks seriously to Zion.]
Darrell Hayes - Just stop goofing off and get on with the favor you tool! I don't have all night!
Darin Zion - I want the Hollywood and Ojeda match to have all the weapons removed from ring side. Hollywood might not have accepted my offer or your offer yet Mr. Hayes, but let's face it. Ojeda's a tool and you know as well as I do that if Mr. Hollywood gets harmed tonight, he won't accept any of our offers.
[Darrell Hayes looks on rather intrigued.]
Darrell Hayes - Clearly, I've underestimated you, Zion. Here I mistaken you for a buffoon who knows nothing about the wrestling business. Go on.
[Zion clears his throat for a moment rather surprised his logic worked.]
Darin Zion - Ojeda won't respect Hollywood after what happened at the ending of Season 2. Ojeda turned on Hollywood and blatantly injured him. He may consider killing him after tonight because of their bad blood. If Ojeda does damage, Hollywood definitely doesn't benefit me because his career will be over. However, that hurts you worse. If Hollywood cannot wrestle because of medical issues, not only will that not get your messes cleaned up, BUT Mr. Holllywood also becomes a liability to you ANY TIME he steps out into an arena because of your dangerous work environment you've created. So do the right thing. Protect your investment.
[Darrell Hayes smiles for a moment, almost devilishly. He shakes Zion's hand and speaks with a fake tone.]
Darrell Hayes - I'll see what I can do.
[Zion pulls Hayes in and pats him on the back rather hardly. He chuckles for a moment and lets Hayes go and drops the pipe on the concrete to the crowd's displeasure.]
Darin Zion - That's all I ask for, sir. Thank you for your time.
Darrell Hayes - Your welcome!
[As Hayes turns around and walks back towards his office, Zion pulls the camera to his back. On Hayes' back reads #FTSHayes in bold pink lettering. The camera pulls back to Zion's face as he smiles.]
Crowd - "FTS! FTS! FTS! FTS!"
Darin Zion - And before I leave boys and girls, men and women, remember Mr. Hayes' back because that's your phrase of the week. Maybe if you tweet it really hard to @brianhollywood6 and get it trending, just maybe Mr. Executive himself will choose our side over that Executive cock sucker's side.
[Zion immediately turns around as he starts to act crazy like. He starts skipping around the backstage area almost pleased with his work. While he skips he starts yelling down the halls. it echoes and so does the crowd with him.]
Darin Zion and Crowd 1: Fuck that shit!
Crowd 2: THB!
DZ and Crowd 1: Fuck that shit!
Crowd 2: THB!
[The scene fades to black as the chant continues to go.]
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Welcome to PWX Match:
Ravyn vs Sara Treats vs Kayla Cross
[The ladies got into it hot and heavy in the early going on when Ravyn tried to leave the two ladies to wrestle, by laying across the top turnbuckle. The act of disrespect did nothing to stop either woman from ripping her off the top rope and tossing her back into the ring. Kayla and Sara managed to work together for a little bit in the opening but it soon devolved when Sara tried to pin Ravyn and Kayla intervened. The two women two women start to trade blows. Sara bounces off the ropes and attempts a back hand spring but Kayla pushes her back to her feet. Kayla goes for a roundhouse to the head but Sara ducks it. Sara whips Kayla into the ropes and bends down for a back drop. Kayla spins across her back and lands on her feet bouncing off the opposite ropes. Sara hits the opposite ropes. Ravyn gets in the middle and gets sandwiched with a double drop kick. Both girls get back up and go right back at each other with Kayla whipping Sara into the ropes. Kayla follows in and clotheslines her over the top rope. Ravyn gets up and Kayla hooks her with a headlock. She points and runs to the corner with her, hitting the Dirty Pop (Acid Drop Bulldog). Kayla rolls her over immediately and goes for the cover. Sara Treats is just a moment to late to make the save.]
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Winner: Kayla Cross via Pinfall @ 9:22
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An Executive Guarantee
Backstage Darrell Hayes is seen talking on his cell. A bit of chit chat goes on and Darrell hangs up his phone. As he puts his phone back in his suit pocket, his attention is pulled. Darrell smiles as a voice is heard off camera.
"You wanted to see me?"
Darrell smiles and nods. The camera then pans over towards the door and there stands Mr. Executive Brian Hollywood.
Hayes: Ah yes, come in Mr. Hollywood.
Hollywood steps inside Hayes office but approaches rather annoyed.
Hollywood: This better be important Darrell. I have a match against John Ojeda that I need to be ready for. Now what could possibly be so important that you would need me for?
Darrell smiles at Hollywood for a moment. He then puts his arm around Hollywood.
Hayes: Mr. Hollywood, I know you have an important match tonight. I'm already on top of it. I believe in the whole I scratch your back and you scratch mine deal. Now I know your match is important. That's why I'm already one step ahead of you tonight.
Hollywood stands there in wonderment. However, Hollywood gets a bit defensive.
Hollywood: Whoa, hold up there Darrell. No one gets a step ahead of yours truly Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood.
Darrell: Whoa, hey man, wasn't trying to insult. More like complimenting your skills. What I am trying to say is I have your match taken care of tonight.
Hollywood cocks his head back in shock, but at the same time in interest.
Hollywood: Really? Is that so?
Darrell nods his head as he pats Hollywood on the back.
Darrell: Of course, I take care and concern in my superstars and my friends.
Hollywood: I'm listening...
Darrell: Tonight in the main event, all weapons are banned! Which means Ojeda will not have one weapon to use against you! I'm making sure all weapons in and under and around the ring are removed right before you and Ojeda's match.
Hollywood smiles and nods his head in approval.
Hollywood: Well now that's a nice touch Darrell! Now your starting to understand this job better.
Darrell nods his head and stands in silence for a little bit. His smile vanishes from his face and he looks right at Hollywood.
Darrell: Now it's time for you to scratch my back.
Hollywood stands in silence as he looks at Darrell seriously.
Darrell: I don't know if you heard, but earlier I was physically threatened. I hate being threatened and I won't tolerate it in the least bit.
Hollywood: If your referring to..
Darrell cuts him off.
Darrell: Yes! That's exactly who I'm referring to!
Hollywood just shrugs his shoulders.
Darrell: Darin fucking Zion! Came into my office and threatened my life! I should have fired him on the spot but that would have been too easy..
Hollywood: So how is this my problem?
Darrell slowly starts to smiles as he once against puts his arm around Hollywood.
Darrell: Well, I don't tolerate being threatened. That's why I'm going to do something about it. As much as I hate to say this, next week I'm giving the people Hollywood and Zion! In a tag match!
Hollywood stands there rather surprised. Crowd can be heard in the background chanting "THB!" Darrell's smiles then goes away again.
Darrell: However, there is a catch...
Hollywood just stands there silent as he shrugs his shoulders. The crowd start to boo.
Darrell: I'm not a fan of The Hollywood Boyz. I know that you aren't anymore either. However, I know that Zion has been annoying you about a reunion. Then there was my offer. You and I can do great things together Mr. Hollywood! That's why I'm giving you the chance to be able to do both. Team with Zion next week and join my side! However, you know I can't let go what Zion did to me.
Hollywood remains in silence.
Darrell: I know Zion trusts you Mr. Hollywood. That's why in your tag match next week I want you to take Zion out.
The crowd starts to boo as Hollywood looks at Darrell more seriously.
Darrell: I don't care if its during the match or after, just take Zion the fuck out! Think of the take out as an official initiation back on the corporate side of PWX again. I know this is what you've wanted since you were overthrown last time and mutinied against.
Hollywood starts to get angered as he clenches his fist.
Darrell: I know you hate thinking about it. How could you even consider the thought about Zions offer to you after what he did to you? He embarrassed you, humiliated you. If I know you as well as I'd like to Hollywood, then I know you'll feel never better about finally getting your long deserved revenge!
Hollywood is still visibly angry. The past moments flashing through Hollywood's mind. Hollywood then turns and puts his fist through a table and breaks it. Darrell looks on and smiles.
Darrell: I take it we have an accord then. Do what you know has to be done and end Zion. Then you and I will celebrate and plot just what we want to do with PWX!
Hollywood stands and surveys the damage to the table. He stares down in the rubble and just looks for a moment. The anger in Hollywood's face lets up a little. Hollywood looks up and strokes his beard as the frustration continues to plague Hollywood. Hollywood turns around at Darrell.
Hollywood: Duly noted. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go prep to beat Ojeda's ass down tonight.
Hollywood walks out of Darrell's office without saying another word. Darrell looks on and smiles with joy.
Darrell: Everything is coming together perfectly and as I had planned! PWX is now on notice! After next week, PWX will witness history repeat itself. Only this time, power will be...absolute!
Darrell smiles evilly as the camera slowly fades out.
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Riding the Wave of the Future
Kayla Cross walks down the hallway with only a few minutes removed from her big debut match. Suddenly, Jerry Clark comes rushing towards her with a microphone in hand.
Jerry Clark: Miss Cross! Miss Cross!
With her hood still firmly over her head she turns toward Jerry Clark and gives him a little smirk.
Kayla Cross: Yes, Mr. Clark.
More flustered than he should be interviewing a wrestler given his background, he gets his words out, somehow maintaining professionalism.
Jerry Clark: Can I get a few words with you?
She looks at him and nods her head.
Kayla Cross: I can’t see why not.
He pulls himself together and begins to ask her questions.
Jerry Clark: That was an impressive performance out there in your debut match. Now that you have arrived, what are your plans as far as your future in PWX goes?
Kayla doesn’t hesitate to answer him.
Kayla Cross: Now it would be mighty pretentious for a rookie like me, who just wrestled her first televised match to say “the world title”…
She pauses for just a moment.
Kayla Cross: But you know what? I will take that risk. My main goal is to one day win the PWX World Heavyweight title. Right now it is being worn by a guy who frankly just got grandfathered in …and is being sought after by a man who is looking to settle unfinished business from the past. Well, that is the past boys …what you just saw in the ring was the future. And I am going to work my way towards your guy’s level and maybe not next week or the week after that or even this year, I will hold that title. And the two men bickering over it will ONLY be remembered for this company’s last run and not for this one. This little kerfuffle over the World title won’t resonate with anyone. What will resonate will be the day that Kayla Cross, having worked her way up from the bottom to the top, breaks the glass ceiling so a NEW generation of PWX superstars can reign over the fed. And finally, that old guard will be retired.
Jerry Clark: With that said, are you resentful of the past of PWX being featured in its present.
She continues to have her down as she speaks.
Kayla Cross: No, of course not. The past made way for athletes like myself …for athletes like Jacob Rollins and others. I appreciate the past of this company. But we clearly have two men who are at the top of the card, battling about the PAST as opposed to the present and more importantly the future. I think we as a company can do MUCH better than that.
Before Jerry is able to ask his next question he is interrupted by an extremely handsome blonde man in his thirties.
Blonde man: You CAN do much better Kayla. You CAN do much better.
Kayla gives him an odd look underneath her hoodie. Jerry Clark finally butts in.
Jerry Clark: I’m sorry, who are you?
The man does look at him or Kayla and instead looks directly into the camera flashing his pearly whites.
Blonde Man: Hi …I am popular sports agent and now talent promoter …”Handsome” Harry Hanson. And tonight, I will bring to you something that you will never ever forget. Stay tuned for the ratings spike.
He pauses for a moment and then turns to Kayla.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: And as it refers to you young lady …you are quite impressive aren’t you?
She raises an eyebrow.
Kayla Cross: If you say so. But if you don’t mind…
He interrupts her again.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Oh, I don’t mind. I never do. But consider this, with as impressive as you are, your goals might not be attainable without proper representation. I could be that representation. Being apart of my team will be the thing that gets you towards the world.
He pulls a business card out of his jacket pocket and hands it to her.
“Handsome” Harry Handsome: Hey, I just might you …and this crazy …but here’s my number, so call me maybe?
She takes the card and looks at it before stuffing it into her cleavage …like most women do. She nods her head.
Kayla Cross: I just might.
He gives her the wink and the gun and begins to back away.
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Great! I hope to hear from you soon.
As he walks away, Kayla also slinks away leaving Jerry Clark in the middle of the hallway all alone.
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Thank God for Google Translation
With Darrell Hayes watching the current edition of Adrenaline and smiling at the product so far, life seems grand. That is until Tweeder comes storming in.
Tweeder: Cad é an ifreann a cheapann tú atá tú ag déanamh go PWX!?!
Darrell Hayes: What are you saying?
Tweeder: Cad é nach dtuigeann tú Gaeilge?
Hayes: Seriously, what are you saying?
Tweeder: Peut-être que vous préférez le français au lieu?
Hayes: Right, if you aren’t going to speak English, get out!
Tweeder: How the hell did you get to be an executive if you don’t speak another language?
Hayes: That is none of your concern.
Tweeder: Alright, but you do have a concern that is going to affect your standing with the network.
Hayes: You have got to be kidding me. Things are going great and the roster keeps growing every day. PWX has the best wrestling on TV.
Tweeder: Maybe, but you are missing the point. People like wrestling, but they want to see more that the technical side. They want to see blood.
Hayes: PWX is a family show. Versus has values that you can’t understand.
Tweeder: Oh I understand alright, but listen to me. Those ‘values’ that Versus has don’t mean shit when society allows much worse to be shown. Hell if The Matrix can air on TV without being edited, why can’t there me more violent matches?
Hayes: FX is on cable.
Tweeder: So what is PWX on, PBS? Fans right after PWX Adrenaline, Versus brings you Mr Rogers.
Hayes: Look, I understand what you are saying.
Tweeder: Do you now?
Hayes: Yes we have a team who are doing surveys to see what they like to see in PWX.
Tweeder: Let me give you a word of advice. Don’t make it just for the pay per views. Offer it for Adrenaline and if you have to, make the show PG-17. Not that it matters as kids are going to play games that kill people any ways.
Hayes: I’ll look into it, but I can’t promise you anything.
Tweeder: Don’t wait too long.
With this, Tweeder storms out of the office of Darrell Hayes almost as quick as he came in.
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Chaos vs Michael James Norcia vs Tweeder
[The match kicks off with the three men in the ring. Norcia takes a step back and motions for the other two to start. Chaos takes a step towards Tweeder. Tweeder swings a big right uppercut that connects clean to Chaos' jaw. Chaos goes down in a heap. Tweeder walks over, kneels down and pins Chaos with his pinky finger.]
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Alexis Lace: Chaos has been eliminated
Chris Claudill: A one punch knockout on Chaos! This does not look good on Chaos' resume.
Ricky Cravate: I'll say, he'll be lucky if he doesn't have a broken jaw. Did you see Tweeder throw that uppercut? He took his head off!
Chris Claudill: Michael James Norcia looks a little worried right about now.
Ricky Cravate: The rookie had some success last week, but I think the greenhorn knows he's in over his head.
[Norcia circles Tweeder cautiously and goes to tie up with him. Tweeder ducks behind him, jumps up and pulls Norcia to the mat, locking him in the Kahtahjime. Norcia struggles hard for the first thirty seconds to try to get out, but as his oxygen decreases his struggles get less intense. As Norcia is inching towards the ropes and the crowd clap; he finally succumbs to the darkness and goes limp. The ref picks up his arm and lets it fall three times and calls for the bell.]
Winner: Tweeder via Choke Out @ 1:32
[Tweeder rolls out of the ring and starts ripping chairs away from fans. He tosses them into the ring and rolls back in. He picks up the four chairs and opens the up and sets the up so two at back to back, and two are set back to back on either side. Norcia is just recovering and Tweeder kicks him in the gut. Tweeder stuffs him, picks him up and powerbombs him on the open chair contraption. Norcia hits the chairs awkwardly and rolls off of them in sheer agony. He flops around in the ring and then rolls out. Chaos is just getting up and Tweeder picks him up and hits him with a death valley driver on the chairs. Chaos lays out in the middle of the ring, and then rolls out. Tweeder grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.]
Tweeder: There's your real welcome to PWX, bitches.
[Tweeder drops the microphone and rolls out as his music plays.]
Chris Claudill: That was quite the impressive showing by Tweeder.
Ricky Cravate: He just showed two rookies the play book.
Chris Claudill: I don't think they're really gonna remember much of it after that.
Ricky Cravate: That's probably a good thing.
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An Intro to Perfection
[Alexis Lace stands in the middle of the ring with her microphone in hand.]
Alexis Lace: Please welcome to the ring… “Handsome” Harry Hanson!!!
Ricky Cravate: Who?
Chris Caudill: You know …that guy who was trying to recruit Kayla Cross earlier.
Ricky Cravate: Oh, I thought he was asking her out. We actually employ this guy? He looks like he should be hosting a gameshow.
Chris Caudill: He does have that dashing gentlemanly look doesn’t he.
Ricky Cravate: You are beginning to scare me.
[Harry Hanson makes his way to the ring as he gets no reception whatsoever. He is wearing a nice suit and a microphone headpiece …so he doesn’t even need to be handed the microphone. Even though there is no one cheering for him, he encourages the audience to “keep it down.” He politely walks up the steps and makes his way into the ring. He begins to applaud himself because no one else is. He pauses for a moment …as if he was waiting for something.]
Chris Caudill: What is this goof waiting for?
Ricky Cravate: Obviously, he is waiting for the huge crowd reaction to die down.
Chris Caudill: What crowd reaction?
[Harry finally believes that the crowd’s reaction has calmed down enough.]
Harry Hanson: How is everyone doing tonight?
[He gets no response.]
Harry Hanson: I SAID, how is everyone feeling tonight?
[Again, no response.]
Harry Hanson: As you probably ALL know by now, I am the former top sports agent of the early 2000’s. But you may all me “Handsome” Harry Handsome I managed some of the greatest careers in the NFL, the NBA, the WNBA, the MLB, the NHL, boxing, soccer, badmitten, professional skin diving …the list goes on. And my job has always been this: to represent the best and brightest. But that isn’t enough …that is never ENOUGH for me. I need to do more with my clients. I need to present something unique; something that you people, you fans of this sport, don’t see enough of in your regular lives. And that thing is this.
[He pauses for a moment.]
Harry Hanson: BEAUTY!
[The boos begin to start from the crowd, but for the most part he is still getting absolutely no reaction. He begins to look around the arena.]
Harry Hanson: I look around and I see a whole lot of threes, a bunch of fives, and MAYBE two sevens. In this business, I wouldn’t expect to see ANYTHING above a six …so good job to that adequate looking couple in the second row. And I don’t just mean the fans. I am talking about all the staff hired to work these shows and most of the talent. Face it, this …
[He points to his face.]
Harry Hanson: is something that you all wish you could achieve …and hey …that doesn’t compare to what I am about to unveil to you. Because while you don’t personally strive to be better than the 1,2, and 3’s that you are, you want to see pure, unbridled beauty. Not just beauty of the flesh, but beauty of the athleticism. How long has it been since you’ve seen a performer in this ring whose performance made you tear up due to how sound and impactful the offense was? It has been awhile hasn’t it?
Chris Caudill: What is he talking about?
Ricky Cravate: Shhhh …I’m interested in what he has to say.
[He gives a lovable smirk to the camera before he continues.]
Harry Hanson: And THAT beauty. THAT ring savy. THAT experience is what I wanted to provide to everyone in the arena. Because I genuinely feel for you …because you just don’t have it in your normal everyday lives. But I am going to change that because now you’ll have it every Wednesday. Now you’ll have it every time you look at the PWX roster page. And much sooner than you’ll ever possible realize, you’ll have that on the top of your tag team division. And I am not talking about just a high number of beauty like an eight or a nine …NO, I am talking about …A Perfect Ten!!!
[The lights go down as only the rampway is lit with two slender female figures standing in the middle of it as “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins to play. The tallest one is on the right of the rampway in a very proper pose with her arms stretched out. She appears to be wearing a sash and tiara. The female on the right isn’t in quite the same glamorous pose but she is looking off to her side and slightly arching her back. Once the song picks up, the lights on the stage go up to reveal a part Caucasian/ part Chinese woman wearing a nice black evening gown and over that is indeed a sash and tiara. On the left is a Caucasian brunette who isn’t dressed as glamorous, instead, she is dressed more like the girl next door …but she seems to have the widest, friendliest, but also phoniest smile on her face. The woman in the evening gown blows kisses and gives a beauty queen wave.]
Harry Hanson: For lack of better terms, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova and “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy …they are Perfect 10!
Ricky Cravate: Wow! Would you look at them? Harry wasn’t lying, they are gorgeous ladies.
Chris Caudill: But can they wrestle?
Ricky Cravate: Who cares? They are hot!
[The two ladies make their way to the ring with the taller mixed lady in the evening gown, Katrina slowly walking down blowing kisses at people who she assumes are her fans. The other girl, Alexis, continues to give that huge fake smile and slap high fives, but when she turns away, she rolls her eyes just a little bit. Alexis, with a lot of energy, slides into the ring as Katrina slowly walks up the steel steps. Harry opens the ropes for her. She steps in and begins waving to the fans and blowing kisses as Alexis hits the top turnbuckle and gives a fauxe bubbly smile and wave to her fans. Harry grabs a microphone and hands it to Katrina Nova …but they all wait for the music to die down.]
Katrina Nova: Thank you all for being here to watch my debut in PWX. As your “Little Miss Perfect 2012” I look to instill the values that I have lived my life on onto all of you tiny people in the world of pro wrestling. You see, I understand that none of you were blessed by the heavens like I was. I understand that me, and my partner Alexis here, have bodies that all you women wish you had and all you men wish you could touch. I understand that mind works twice as fast as any of yours …this is why I am, in fact, a graduate from UCLA with a double major. Many of you couldn’t get through community College, most of you barely even got through High School. And I understand that the boys and girls in the back had to work years to get to the level of performance that Alexis and I are at in this ring. I understand that you aren’t like us… you weren’t born special, you weren’t born important like we were. You see this…
[She poses in the ring for a moment, pointing to her body.]
Katrina Nova: I was born like this. I came out the pinnacle of perfection. I am not like any actress in Hollywood who needs to apply loads of make-up to “seem” attractive. I am not like your porn stars who need plastic surgery to “appear” attractive. I am natural. I am pure. And having lived a life without flaws, I will pass down my wealth of knowledge …only for you to process about five percent of it. But importantly, together, me and Alexis will make this show finally worth watching for once. We will be that ratings hike that the network oh so desires. Love us or hate us, our looks will bring you in, but what we can do in the ring as a team will keep you watching.
Chris Caudill: She is a bit full of herself isn’t she?
Ricky Cravate: I think I’m in love. Everything she just said was one hundred percent true.
Chris Caudill: Are you really falling for that?
Ricky Cravate: Shush! The other one is about to speak.
[Katrina hands the microphone to Alexis Prodigy who puts on a wide smile for the fans.]
Alexis Prodigy: Thank you Katrina. I, as well, am super thrilled for the chance to perform in front of all of you. But most importantly, I am excited to show you what a real wrestler is. You see, Katrina was right …we were born different. We were born better. But for different reasons. While her blessing was a miracle in world without miracles …mine was that of destiny. Mine was that of being born into a wrestling family that accomplished nothing during their careers. My grandfather had a silly composer routine while my father got paid for being slammed into tacks. They were clearly meant for more but chose to stay stagnant. But for my generation …I CHOSE to follow my family’s destiny to the fullest. I put myself under the tutelage of wrestling legend Terrence Carlyle. And I proved that not only was I meant for more than other beings in this world …but I was more. I was in fact, like Katrina and Harry here, the Total Package of not only a wrestler but a woman. And sure, you might not like what I’m saying but look at me.
[Her eyes go into a wide eyed kitten mode as the boos fly across the arena and towards the women and man in the middle of the ring. She pays no attention.]
Alexis Prodigy: You are already beginning to forgive me because you boys are fickle …you will never stay mad at me for long periods of time. You just can’t do it. Because, as oppose to Ms. Nova here, I am the ultimate girl next door. The one who could kick your ass but your heart still skips a beat when you see me. The one who is so good at everything, that you just wish you could date her to get a little bit of bliss knowing you were that close to something “amazing.” And even though you know that I am going to turn you down ….you keep trying hoping maybe I’ll change my mind. But I never will, because I know that I was born for more than settling with mediocre. And that is why I chose to align with these two because they are the only two that are on even footing with me in the totem pole of life. Together we were meant for more than walking in and out of this arena without gold around our waists. And like those poor little sappy boys, we are going to leave our opponents sad and disappointed but always begging for “just one more chance.”
[She kindly sets the microphone down as Harry steps into the center of the ladies.]
Ricky Cravate: Wow, these ladies mean business.
Chris Caudill: How do they mean business? All they did was talk about how pretty they were and how much better and privileged they were than everyone else.
Ricky Cravate: Clearly you weren’t reading into the subtext.
[Harry waits for the incredible negative reaction they are getting to calm down. Harry actually takes a bow as if they were cheering for them.]
Harry Hanson: Like I said “breathtaking” right? But just you wait until next week when I present to you the in ring debut of Perfect Ten and the beginning of a higher standard in professional wrestling.
[With that “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” plays once more and Alexis slides out of the ring as Harry opens the ropes once more for Katrina Nova. They make their way into the back as Katrina blows kisses and Alexis poses with her wide eyes on the rampway.]
Chris Caudill: Well, that wasted about seven to ten minutes of good air time.
Ricky Cravate: Are you kidding me? That WAS good air time.
Chris Caudill: The only thing I learned is that some women are just plain too caught up in looks.
Ricky Cravate: But I bet you they can back it up in the ring.
Chris Caudill: Well, I guess they will have their chance next week to impress me.
Ricky Cravate: I don’t think they’ll ever try to impress a five like you. A nine like me …maybe.
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PWX Hybrid Championship Match:
Jacob Rollins © vs Jacob Wright
[The match kicked off with Jacob Rollins coming in fast and furious in the early goings landing quite a few leg and body kicks that Jacob Wright didn't hold up well to at all. Jacob Wright tried to mount a week offense but Jacob Rollings stifled it all too quicky. Wright rolled out of the ring to catch a breath of air only to catch a tope con hilo that left him laying on the hard concrete floor. Jacob Rollins proceeds to beat Jacob Wright all over the ring side area, bouncing him off the turnbuckles and steps multiple times. Rollins rolls Wright back into the ring. Rollins picks up Wright, and sets him up, and nails him with Rolling in the Deep (The Ranhei). Rollins pins him immediately]
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Winner: Jacob Rollins via Pinfall @ 6:26
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A Waste of Time
[The camera opens up in the office of Darrell Hayes. Has is sitting behind his desk sifting through some paperwork. His office door swings open and Marissa Stamm barges into the room; looking none to pleased.]
Darrell Hayes: Can I help you Ms. Stamm?
Marissa Stamm: Help would be one way of putting it. Another would be explaining why you're wasting my time.
Darrell Hayes: Excuse me? How am I wasting your time? You have one of the highest contracts in the company.
Marissa Stamm: And throwing me into a match for the Hybrid Championship? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm better than that.
Darrell Hayes: And that's where we can both agree Ms. Stamm. But that Hybrid title match was the highest rated portion of the show. So your time wasn't wasted. It was valuable exposure. Now, what exactly can I do for you?
Marissa Stamm: Well, that's the question, isn't it? What can you do for me? My resume speaks for itself. I've beaten Hollywood, I've beaten Ojeda.. I've been a champion.
Darrell Hayes: What you've done else where, and what you've done here are two different things. But, that being said, I've been looking at putting together a number one contenders match at New Frontiers. Would you be interested in that?
Marissa Stamm: Interested is a way of putting it.
Darrell Hayes: I can't give you any assurances past that, but at New Frontiers, you'll be in a number one contenders match.
Marissa Stamm: The rest of it isn't for you o worry about.
Darrell Hayes: Good. Keep up the good work Ms. Stamm. Hopefully the quarter hour breakdowns favor you at the PPV.
[The scene fades to the announcers booth as Stamm leaves the room.]
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Tag Team Title Qualifier Match
Cash Money & Jamal Young vs The Carnival Connection
[The match kicks off with wild action that got going from the instant the Phranchyze and Connection hit the ring. Mr. Rottentreates quickly gets the upper hand on Cash Money and bashes a keyboard over his head. Mr. Rottentreats is whacked with a cookie sheet from behind and stumbles. Doug Fresh nails Jamal Young with a trash can. The action spills to the outside and all four men begin to brawl in the crowd. Jamal Young throws a chair at Fresh, bouncing it off his head and busting him open. Mr. Rottentreats clubs Money over the head and leaves him laying flat o nthe concrete and bleeding. The brawling works it's way back to the ring. Jamal gets his guitar and does a dance around the ring while he plays it and then wraps it around Fresh's head. Mr. Rottentreats wraps a chair around Jamal's head. Cash Money comes in hot, but Mr. Rottentreats stops him and nails him with the Juggalo Driver 2, and goes for the cover.]
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Winner: The Carnival Connection
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Riding the wave of the future
Darrell Hayes is at his desk when there is a knock on his door.
Darrell Hayes: Come in!
In walks Kayla Cross, still in her ring gear, still with her hoodie draped over head. She doesn’t smile, but doesn’t frown either …she just walks and begins to speak calm and cool towards the many who is most likely her boss.
Kayla Cross: You wanted to see me.
It wasn’t worded like a question. Darrell gets up from behind his desk and saunters over to Kayla Cross.
Darrell Hayes: Ah yes, indeed I do. I caught a glimpse of you match this evening …suffice to say I am impressed. Not just me, the network as a whole is pleased with your look and your charisma you just displayed. They wanted me to speak to you immediately.
Kayla raises an eyebrow.
Kayla Cross: And that is?
Darrell puts his hand on her shoulder.
Darrell Hayes: Imagine you, a virtual unknown, over-night becoming the face of this company.
Kayla Cross: I’d rather be THE WRESTLER of this company.
Hayes chuckles at her and this notion.
Darrell Hayes: And this opportunity the Vs. network is giving you will lead to you becoming just that. You see, we have been looking for a young lady employed by this company to SELL this company to the general public who wouldn’t normally watch such programming as this. We want to use you for public appearances, television spots, cameos on hit television programs …even movies. We want you to be the driving force behind what gives this company ratings.
Kayla shrugs at this notion.
Kayla Cross: As interesting as all of that sounds, let me ask you a question. Did you actually watch my match or are you just trying to exploit the fact that I am an attractive young lady?
Hayes winks at her as she sighs.
Darrell Hayes: I think we both know the answer to that. I’m sorry, but I am not about wrestling ability but selling a product to achieve high ratings. Basically, if you say no …and we dip in the ratings …and if they happen to dip low enough Vs… will have no choice but to cancel this show. And all of your talk about being the wave of the future will mean very little in the big picture.
He then walks her towards the door as she looks apprehensive about this whole deal.
Darrell Hayes: Besides, if you scratch our back, we will most definitely scratch yours. We can make it very easy for you to accomplish any goal that you may have here. All you have to do is be our spokesperson and sell your image a little bit. The ends justify the means don’t they?
She doesn’t look conflicted but instead looks back at Darrell Hayes with that calm and cool demeanor.
Kayla Cross: I’ll consider it.
Hayes smiles at her.
Darrell Hayes: That is all I ask …but I’d make your decision within the next week. We’ll be in touch.
Kayla Cross walks out of the office and a shit eating grin appears on her face.
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