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Post by PWXonline on Dec 6, 2012 0:36:11 GMT -5
 PWX and VERSUS present NEVER SAY DIE IV #ItAllComesDownToThis PWX Arena Crown Point, Indiana Wednesday, December 12th 2012 Official Theme Song: "Leathers" by Deftones [Tonight….. 12….12….12…It All Comes Down To This…[Footage of the violent war between Marisol Silkk and Jessica Harmony] Now they can't stand the sight of each other. Last month at Respect is Earned-Marisol thought she had won. She won a Chicago Street Fight over the Rebelious Vixen. Now, the former Mrs. Silkk has a bigger challenge. The Coma Pit. The loser not only won't walk out of the arena-but she won't be allowed back in! It's loser leaves PWX-inside the #ComaPit![Shots of Victor Jace standing tall over Timothy Hunt is shown-followed by the brawl between he, Hunt, Ness, Kidd, and Aries] Victor Jace is now Hybrid Champion, but has he jumped from the Frying Pan into the fire? He must make his first defense against four other stars in a TLC Match. What will happen when we kick off Never Say Die?![Footage from the brawl between Silkk, Olesen, Hollywood and Zion is shown] Two rivalries come to a head, as Jason Parker Olesen steps into Razor Wire Warfare-to face the former World Champion James Silkk! Also, Darin Zion collides with Brian Hollywood for the World Championship….it all..comes down..to this!["Leathers" by Deftones plays as the PWX opening video airs. We cut to the arena where the crowd is on fire-chanting "PWX" over and over again.] Chris Caudill: Ladies and Gentlemen WELCOME to PWX NEVER SAY DIE IV! Ricky Cravate: We are LIVE, COMMERCIAL FREE and ONLY ON VERSUS TONIGHT! Chris Caudill: Tonight, where Zion will challenge Brian Hollywood. The debut of the Coma Pit, and the return of TLC to PWX! What will transpire tonight? Ricky Cravate: Let's send it to Alexis--for Tables..Ladders and Chairs! it's hashtag #HybridTLC at Never Say Die IV! ---------------------  #HybridTLC
TABLES, LADDERS, and CHAIRS MATCH
for the
PWX HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP
RYAN KIDD versus JASON ARIES versus TIMOTHY HUNT vs NESS vs PWX Hybrid Champion VICTOR JACE (c)
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, the OPENING CONTEST of Never Say Die IV is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match-and it is for the PWX Hybrid Championship!! The first person to climb a ladder and retrieve the PWX Hybrid Championship will be the winner!
Chris Caudill: We haven’t seen a TLC Match in PWX since July’s “New Frontiers” event!
Ricky Cravate: In which three people who are no longer with the company competed for the Number One Contendership….
Alexis Lace: Introducing first, he is a former PWX Hybrid Champion..the Phenom..JASON ARIES!!!
[The lights in the arena goes down as the lights turn blue smoke is beginning the rise in front of the entrance way as personal jesus begins to play over the sound system Jason appears in the smoke with his head down. Jason stands with his head down for a few seconds before dumping a bottle of water over his head then some in his mouth. He throws the bottle to the side walking down the aisle with his hand out so the fans in the crowd can slap it. Jason jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he walks over to the corner stretching out waiting for his opponent]
Chris Caudill: As mentioned, Jason Aries is a former Hybrid Champion, and has been with us since the early days of this Season.
Ricky Cravate: He’s no doubt a trooper-with one helluva future ahead of him!
Alexis Lace: Entrant two, he is ALSO a Former PWX Hybrid Champion…Mr. Controversy..TIMOTHY HUNT!!!
[Black and gold lights shine on the stage as “Enjoy the Silence” begins to play on the loud speakers. Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring. He ignores the boos that are echoing out towards him and he gets in the ring. Timothy looks up at the stage and waits for his opponent, ignoring the crowd as the boos continue. ]
Chris Caudill: Mr. Hunt actually won the Hybrid Championship from Jason a few weeks ago on Adrenaline!
Ricky Cravate: But now, he’s looking to win it back-just a week after losing it to Victor Jace!
Alexis Lace: Entrant Number 3..he is a former PWX Grand Slam Champion…NESS!!
["Terra in Black" starts playing in the arena as Ness enters to a stream of pyro. He looks at the fans in disgust and shakes his head as he heads down the rampway and into the ring. He takes off his ring jacket and throws it to the floor as he looks out to the entranceway and waits for his opponent to arrive.]
Ricky Cravate: Ness came back to PWX, to bring some honor and prestige to the Hybrid Division!
Chris Caudill: From Jacob Rollins to Victor Jace, I think we’ve had some pretty good champions this season Ricky!
Ricky Cravate: Bob Pooler?
Chris Caudill: Point taken…
Alexis Lace: Entrant four….he is the UWL International Champion-Pro Wrestling’s Evil Kineval…..RYAN KIDD!!!
[The intro to “Dark Horse“ emanated from the PA system. The lights began to flicker as the song kicks in. Ryan Kidd comes out from the back. He began hardcore dancing on the floor spinning around like there's no tomorrow before raising his arms up in the air to the delight of the fans. He walks down to the ring high fiving the fans by the security railings. He goes around the ring high fiving more fans ringside before stopping in front of a steel steps. He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron before looking around the venue. He climbs the top rope from the ring apron and raises both his arms up before somersaulting down to the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and raises his arms again before walking to his corner while his music fades]
Chris Caudill: Ryan Kidd has been on a rocket ride to the top of PWX since his Proving Ground victory a few months ago!
Ricky Cravate: The UWL International Champion is poised for greatness-looking to win his first PWX Championship tonight…
Alexis Lace: and….he is the NEW PWX Hybrid Champion..VICTOR JACE!!
['Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going inbetween the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud loon on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells at them while waiting the bell to ring.]
Chris Caudill: The most competitive division in professional wrestling…the Hybrid Division!
[The ref asks everyone to shake hands, but of course everybody refuses. He shrugs and calls for the bell-making Timothy Hunt immediately go on the attack, nailing Victor Jace from behind with a clubbing shot to the head. Timothy Hunt goes on the attack-throwing Jace into the turnbuckle. He follows it up with a discus lariat-nearly taking the champions head off.]
Chris Caudill: Hunt wants his title back!
[Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring-Jason Aries and Ness appear to be doubling up on Ryan Kidd. Aries drops him with a backbreaker across his knee-as Ness drops a knee across his head. Aries rolls to the floor and tosses a pair of steel chairs in. Ness sets them up across from each other-draping Kidd across them. He hits a lionsault off the middle rope, crashing into Kidd as the fans boo loudly. Aries sets a table up at ringside-draping it from the ring to the railing. Ness picks up Kidd and shoots him into the ropes-going for a spinebuster-but Kidd blocks it and drops him with a DDT.]
Chris Caudill: Ryan Kidd trying to fight back!
[On the other side of the ring, Jace and Hunt are still brawling. Hunt goes for another splash in the corner, but the champion gets his boot up-clocking Mr. Controversy in the jaw. He drops him with a running lariat of his own-before picking up one of the stray steel chairs, and wedging it between the top and middle ropes. Hunt gets to his feet-and runs at the Champion-who side steps and forces him head and shoulder first into the chair. Jace pulls him out and drops him with a backdrop suplex. Jace lifts him back up-and slings him into the chair in the corner again-and repeats the process, dropping him on his upper shoulders with another backdrop.]
Chris Caudill: Victor Jace is a man possessed!
Ricky Cravate: He doesn’t want to be a seven day Champion!
[On the other side of the ring, Aries delivers a kick to the head of Ryan Kidd-whose in the corner. Aries drops him with a flatliner as the crowd boo’s. He measures him up for a shining wizard, but Ness trips his leg up-and drops him with a backstabber-driving his knees into Aries’ back. He throws Aries out onto the table he set up. Ryan Kidd gets to his feet, and delivers a kick to the lower back of Ness. The fans cheer as he drops him with a reverse DDT. He sets up one of the chairs-and see’s the former Hybrid Champion getting to his feet on the table. Ryan Kidd runs off the chair-and uses it as a springboard-and drops Aries with a DDT through the table. The crowd roars as they crash through the wood-landing on the concrete floor below.]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris Caudill: They call him Pro Wrestlings Evil Kineval for a reason!
[In the ring-Victor Jace is sliding a ladder into the ring. Timothy Hunt gets to his feet-and begins to try and pulls the ladder away from Jace. They begin tugging on either side of the ladder-as Ness delivers a drop kick to the back of Hunts head. It forces him forward-and knocks Jace out of the ring and to the floor. He grabs Hunt and shoots him into the far ropes-dropping him with a backdrop onto the ladder. The crowd boos as Ness picks him up-and delivers a hard chop to the chest-sending him reeling. He drops him with a bulldog as the crowd boos loudly.]
Ricky Cravate: Ness looking to build some momentum here!
[Ness stands up the ladder in the center of the ring-and begins his ascension. The crowd pops as Ryan Kidd springs off the ropes-and kicks Ness in the back with a dropkick-stopping his climb. He squirrels up the other side of the ladder-as Ness restarts his climb-meeting the SoCal Superstar at the top.]
Chris Caudill: First attempt at the championship here by Ness and Ryan Kidd!
[Meanwhile, on the floor-Victor Jace drapes a ladder from the ring to the railing. He is met by Jason Aries-who delivers a pair of shots to the back of the head. The two exchange blows on the floor-but Victor Jace throws a knee and smashes his head onto the ladder. He looks up and see’s Ness and Kidd brawling atop the ladder-and he lays Jason Aries on the ladder he has set up. The camera pans up to Ness and Kidd- as they exchange blows, as Ness bashes Kidd’s head into the top of the ladder. He rolls over him-and powerbombs him all the way to the outside-sending him crashing into Jason Aries-which breaks the ladder he’s on!]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Ricky Cravate: Jason Aries is broken in half!
Chris Caudill: MY GOD!
Ricky Cravate: Ness just folded Ryan Kidd up like a damn accordion!
[The ref checks on Jason Aries-and throws his arms up in an X. Trainers come down and lift Aries onto a stretcher, as Jace delivers a hard strike to the head. The medical staff carts Aries out of the area as Victor Jace and Ness brawl at ringside. The fans pop a little as Hunt dives through the ropes and crashes into Jace and Ness-sending everyone crashing into the barricade.]
Chris Caudill: It looks like a trainwreck out there!
Ricky Cravate: TLC baby! This is what it’s all about!
[On the floor-Ryan Kidd begins to stir. He looks at the broken ladder with a look of shock. That look is promptly wiped from his face-as Hunt delivers a running knee to the head-slamming him into the railing. The crowd boo’s as Hunt lifts him up-and slams him face first onto the ring apron. The camera zooms in on Ryan’s now bloody face, as Timothy Hunt rolls him into the ring-and throws another chair into the ring. He follows Kidd into the ring-and lays the chair on the mat. He kicks Kidd in the head-and he lands face down on the steel chair. Hunt pulls the chair out from the ring post-and lifts it up. The fans boo as he’s about to crash down on Kidd’s skull, but Ness comes in from behind-grabbing the chair and delivering a backstabber to the spine of Timothy Hunt-bouncing the chair off of his face. They pop slightly at the action in the ring-as Ness looks over to the ladder. He crawls over to it-realizing Ryan Kidd, Victor Jace and Timothy Hunt are still down and out.]
Chris Caudill: Ness could be looking into victory here!
Ricky Cravate: Everyone is down or out, now is the perfect chance!
[Ness begins to climb the ladder-slowly moving up toward the title belt hanging above him. The crowd begins to make some noise, as he inches closer to the title. On the floor-Victor Jace gets to his feet-and see’s Ness climbing. He slides into the ring-and delivers a clubbing blow to the lower back. He climbs up next to him-and smashes Ness’ face on one of the rungs of the ladder-and than hits a Russian leg sweep off the ladder to the mat. The crowd roars as all four men stir]
Chris Caudill: This is carnage..complete and total carnage!
[The fans cheer as Ryan Kidd slowly gets to his feet first-along with Timothy Hunt. Both men begin to climb the ladder on opposing sides. The crowd continues to roar as they inch to the top. Suddenly, Adam Stryker slides in from the crowd-and delivers a chair shot to the spine of Ryan Kidd. The fans boo loudly as he pulls him down-and delivers a kick to the midsection-powerbombing him into the side of the ladder-knocking it over and sending Timothy Hunt into the ropes. The crowd boos loudly as Stryker stands over a broken Ryan Kidd-and holds his arms up, before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp. Ness and Victor Jace get to their feet-as Ness goes after Hunt-whose by the ropes. He ducks a lariat shot and drops Ness with an STO as the crowd pops. Jace is setting the ladder back up-and he begins his climb. Hunt gets to his feet-and begins his ascension on the other side. The two meet at the top-and both reach for the belt, clawing at each other to gain some leverage.]
Ricky Cravate: Jace and Hunt are fighting for it. Ness is down, Kidd is down…we may have a winner here!
[In the ring-Jace delivers a striking forearm-dazing Timothy Hunt. He follows up by bashing his head on the top of the ladder-sending him falling backwards to the mat. The crowd boos as Jace steps up-and grabs the championship-pulling it off the hook as the bell rings.]
Chris Caudill: He did it!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner…..and STILL PWX Hybrid Champion…VICTOR….JACE!!!!
WINNER: VICTOR JACE at 14:28
Chris Caudill: Victor has survived the TLC Match! Ricky Cravate: But what a fight by everybody! Chris Caudill: We hope to have some sort of update on Mr. Aries as the night progresses Ricky Cravate: Let’s send it backstage! ----------------------- CLIIIICCCCKKK!!!] [CUT TO THE BACK!!!] "HHHHEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY YYYYYIIIIINNNSSS GGGUUUYYYYSSSSSSS!!!!!" [With THAT loud introduction, it can be the one and only... _TRIPP SKYLARK_ standing backstage in front of the iconic PWX banner. He looks all suited up and ready to go, sporting his baggy black and blue wrestling trunks, black wife beater and, of course, that Sublime beanie, helping cover his mess of blonde hair. Like always it seems, Tripp's boastin' a smile from ear to ear.] SKYLARK: I gotta tell ya something... Fans, it is your LOVE and the ENERGY that turned my head, formed a smile on my face, and made sure I signed along that dotted line, bringin' the _TRIPP SKYLARK SHOW_ to the best wrestling organization in the WORRRRRLLLLLDDDDDDD! [Small chuckle, but he continues right along.] SKYLARK: While I am sure some of you are excited for.... _TABLES LADDERS AND CHAIRS_ ....or maybe its the.... _RAZORWIRE WARFARE_... _OR_.... could it be the _WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH_... [Tripp strikes a 'thinking man' pose for few seconds.] SKYLARK: And while I know slowing things dahn a bit, taking away from all the amazing in-ring action we gots going on.. . I just needed... oh so badly _NEEDED_ to come out here and say a few words! So, please, bare with ME and I'll try and keep it _SHORT_! [Smile fades, as it's now time to get snerious.] SKYLARK: _KRIS SHANE_... _MISTA' FLAWLESS_... When I looked over your credentials and read up on your history, I was impressed. The more I researched, the more positive things I found. Match after match I watched, taking notes and just sitting there... Thinking to myself... _SHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT_!!!
SKYLARK: I really thought I was in trouble. I really began to sit there and _QUESTION_ what I had gotten myself into... And then you went and opened your mouth....\\
[Tripp shakes his head.]
SKYLARK: All the visions of bad assness... All the thoughts of 'what if I'm not good enough'.. 'what if _I_ can't cut it'... All of _THAT_... went right out the fuckin' _WINDOW_!!!
[He nods.]
SKYLARK: On paper, you look like bad ass. Someone to be feared and respected. Someone that can _KICK MY ASS_!
[With a smirk, he pauses.]
SKYLARK: But in person... When the microphones on, the tapes rolling, and it is just REALITY starin' dead us in the face...
[Anticipation pause!]
SKYLARK: I begin to wonder if I even _NEEDED_ my man pants to school you TONIGHT!!!
[Shakes his head.]
SKYLARK: And then there's _TYLER GRAVES_... a man apparently so busy being full of himself I haven't even seen him around here yet tonight. I hope you make it to the ring, Graves. I really do. Like Mr. Flawless, you gots yourself a VERY impressive resume. So, I gotta wonder now...
...is yours full of shit too???
[Slight laugh.]
SKYLARK: Either way, fellas, it's been a fun few days, watching the films, hitting the gym, getting myself up all pumped up and ready to go for the _BIGGEST_ night on the Pee Dubbya Exx calendar! I've never felt better, and I dare say... I _dare_ say that I'm in the _BEST_ shape of my professional career right now!
[Looks at his wrist... where there... isn't a watch.]
SKYLARK: In a few moments now, it's gunna be _GO_ time. The talking will be over, and it will time our actions to speak _LOUDER_ than our words. I'm ready to go. Shit, I'm ready for _ANYTHING_ right now! You know _WHY_?
[Tripp pauses, as the smile seems to grow an extra twinkle.]
SKYLARK: .......CAUSE I GOT MY MAN PANTS ON MUTHAFUCKAS!!!!!!
[Anticipation building pause, as Tripp stands tall next to the lawn chair.]
SKYLARK: And in my _MAN_ pants _FELLAS_...
[Loooooong pause... cue the super hero pose!]
SKYLARK: .........I CAN DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!
[With Skylark still posing like Superman, the camera slowly fades to black as he 'flies' away....]
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[Awkward?]
[The scene fades in the backstage area, where Marisol Hawkes is stretching for her Coma Pit match later tonight.]
Chris Caudill: There’s Marisol, preparing for her match with…uh oh..
[The camera angle widens-and we see James Silkk step into frame. He’s talking on his iPhone-walking past Marisol.]
James Silkk: Yeah? That’s great, I’m glad the EP is doing so well. No, no issue with Mercedes re-recording those vocals, not at all. We’re looking to release it around February? That’s awesome. I can’t…….
[Silkk pauses, seeing Marisol for the first time in several weeks.]
James Silkk: …wait. Listen Rich, can I call you back?
[He hangs up the phone, and puts it in his vest pocket. He smiles-extending his hand.]
James Silkk: Marisol.
[He crosses her arms, looking at James with a stern gaze.]
Marisol Hawkes: Yes James?
James Silkk: Oh nothing. I just wanted to ask how life was, and say…good luck tonight.
Marisol Hawkes: James, I don’t feel like dealing with you----
James Silkk: Really Mari? Really? I put up with your bullshit for months-and now I can’t even say hi? Sad. Personally? Between you and me? I hope Jessica rips your fucking face off.
Marisol Hawkes: And I hope Jason castrates you.
James Silkk: Jason can’t touch me. He can beat up all the jobbers over seas he wants to. When it comes to PWX, I’m still the best this company has to offer. You? You’re just a damn gold digger.
[He smirks, as Marisol looks shocked, and he walks out of frame.]
Chris Caudill: Not a friendly divorce I take it…
Ricky Cravate: I’ve gone through six…they never are.
Chris Caudill: I didn’t know they allowed multiple gay marriages Ricky.
Ricky Cravate: Fuck you Chris….
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#Welcome2PWX
PROVING GROUND MATCH
"Flawless" KHRIS SHANE versus TRIPP SKYLARK
Chris Caudill: I’m getting word from Ms. Morgan-that Tyler Graves was unable to make it to tonights event. Nobody has seen head nor tail from him.
Ricky Cravate: Kind of sad, I was looking forward to seeing him tonight.
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen..Never Say Die continues as the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit-and is the PROVING GROUND MATCH!
Chris Caudill: I can’t wait to see these two rising stars debut!
[“Underdog” by the Dirtbombs hits the PA System and the crowd pops.]
Alexis Lace: Introducing first, he hails from Steel City Pittsburgh, PA…TRIPP SKYLARRK!
[Pyro shoots up as Tripp sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. The fans in the arena cheer loudly as he poses on the ropes. The music dies out after a minute-and Tripp looks to the stage for his opponent..]
Alexis Lace: His opponent, from London, England…welcome “FLAWLESS” KHRIS SHANE!!!!
[“Voices” by Disturbed hits the PA System, as Khris Shane walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring-making eye contact with Tripp and the ref. The crowd boo’s loudly as he poses on the ropes as his music fades out.]
Chris Caudill: Khris Shane a former 2 time New Wave Rising Star Champion!
Ricky Cravate: He looks like he’ll make a fine addition to this company!
[The bell sounds and immediately the two lock. Shane locks in a side head lock-and snaps with Steel City Stoner over with a take down. The two roll out of it-and Shane locks in a front face lock. Tripp moves his arm-and rolls out of the hold-putting Shane into a hammerlock. The two get to their feet and Tripp immediately drops him with a bulldog. He rolls into a front face lock of his own-forcing Shane to battle to a knee. He gets to his feet-and breaks the hold-snapping Tripp over with a Japanese arm drag. Tripp responds in kind with one of his own. The two get back to a vertical base and stand off. The crowd applauses as both men nod at each other-before locking up again.]
Chris Caudill: Very evenly matched in this opening contest.
[Shane throws a knee and doubles over Tripp-as the crowd boo’s loudly. He lifts him up into a powerbomb position but Tripp reverses it quickly into a hurricanrana. Both men immediately get back to their feet, and circle the ring. They meet in the center-talking trash to each other before coming back to blows. Shane quickly hits two shots. He holds onto Tripp's head. He goes for another punch, but Tripp reverses it with a punch of his own then kicks Shane in the gut and hits a DDT for good measure.]
Ricky Cravate: Now the action is picking up Chris!
[Shane is down for a moment, so Tripp takes advantage and runs to the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault but Shane gets his knees up and Tripp lands stomach first onto Shane' knees. He rolls over in pain and Shane stands up. He locks a Bostom Crab in on Mr. Skylark-as the crowd boo’s loudly. Tripp fights it-reaching for the ropes. Khris reaches back and adds more pressure to the lower back of his opponent. After a few moments of struggle-Tripp grabs the bottom rope-causing a loud reaction from the fans. Shane picks him up and shoots him into the ropes-catching him with a leg lariat. The fans boo as he lifts Tripp up-and shoots him into the ropes-hitting an overhead suplex-sending Tripp across the ring and out to the floor. The fans boo as Shane plays to the crowd-stalking Tripp to get to his feet. He runs off the far ropes-and hits a suicide dive, crashing head first into the railing-but taking Tripp down with him.]
Chris Caudill: That had to hurt!
Ricky Cravate: For sure! I’m not sure who got the worst of that exchange!
[Tripp slowly rolls away from the wreckage-and gets to a knee. He shakes the cobwebs-and grabs Shane by the hair. He delivers a hard forearm shot-and shoots him into the ring steps-sending the Flawless one into the steel steps. The crowd begins to get behind Tripp-as we see Shane crawl away from the steps. Tripp smirks-as he runs at him-stepping on Shanes back and up onto the railing. He quickly moonsaults back-landing on a prone Khris Shane with a moonsault as the crowd pops loudly.]
Chris Caudill: What an impressive display of athleticism from the Steel City Stoner!
Ricky Cravate: Stoner? Athlete? What an oxymoron.
[The crowd begins to pound on the railing-as Tripp gets to his feet. He lifts Shane up and delivers a hard kick to the chest. He follows up with a second kick to the chest. He lifts him up and slides him into the ring-before climbing up to the top rope. Tripp waits for Khris to get to his feet-and dives off with a flying clothesline. Shane blocks it and grabs his arm-dropping him face first to the mat and locking in a crossface. The fans boo as Shane wrenches back on Tripp’s neck-but he does get his foot under the ropes. Shane lets go and lifts him up-slamming him into the corner. He steps back and delivers a hard kick to the jaw of Tripp, rocking the Pittsburgh Pothead. He drags him out of the corner, and immediately drops him with an inverted atomic drops-and drops him on his back with a sambo suplex. He rolls into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THR—KICKOUT!
Khris lifts him up and shoots him into the ropes-telegraphing a backdrop. Tripp rolls over him-and quickly drops him with a neckbreaker as the crowd pops. Both men get to their feet-and Tripp drops Shane with a running DDT, before floating over into a cover of his own:
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR—KICKOUT!!!]
Chris Caudill: These two are so evenly matched in this contest!
Ricky Cravate: No doubt about it Chris!
[In the ring, Tripp lifts him up and shoves him into the ropes. He comes back with a lariat-but Tripp ducks and rolls backwards, hitting a rolling German Suplex. He follows it up with a chickenwinged chinlock as the crowd pops loudly.]
Ricky Cravate: What does he call that move?
Chris Caudill: Choking the Chicken?
Ricky Cravate: A past time you sir are no doubt an advocate of!
[In the ring-Tripp pulls back on Shane, trying to get the submission. The crowd roars as Shane shakes his head up and down-and the ref calls for the bell.]
Chris Caudill: What a match!
Ricky Cravate: Impressive debut for both men!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner….TRIPP SKYLARK!
WINNER: TRIPP SKYLARK via submission @ 8:34
[In the ring, Tripp lets go of the hold, and steps back-celebrating his victory. Shane gets some air back in his system. After a moment he gets up-and looks at Tripp. The two get face to face-and Khris Shane extends his hand-and the crowd cheers loudly.]
Crowd: SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!
[Tripp shakes his hand-and Shane holds his arms up as the crowd roars. Out of nowhere-he knees Tripp in the ribs, and drops him on his head with the Revolt as the crowd boo’s loudly. He smirks as he kneels over Tripp Skylark and soaks in the crowd boo’s. “Voices” reprises as Khris Shane heads up the ramp-smiling with evil glee. The fans continue to boo as we fade backstage]
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[Stryke Them Down]
Camera heads backstage, where a man is standing in a dark corner. As he steps out of the shadow, he's revealed to be Adam Stryker.
Stryker - "I've gone through a lot these days. My best friend tried to take her life, and even though she's still alive and probably okay now, it messed up my head. I couldn't concentrate on anything, I was a big mess for days and I wasn't able to sleep at nights. But whatever happens to me and my friends can't prevent me from doing what I do best, and that's hurt people who deserve to be hurt. And it seems as there is a whole list of people I'll have to hurt. Beginning with mr. Joe Johnson.
I was supposed to meet the self proclaimed Savior at Adrenaline 19, but problems out of the wrestling world kept me away from him. But he ain't gonna be that lucky next time. A guy who runs his mouth on me the first minute after he joins this company doesn't deserve anything else than a fatal beating. I'll give you the beating, Joe... but first of all, I'll finish the business I have with your little sweetheart Tiami. This little pathetic punk rock princess is not worthy of being here. I already prevented her from getting the Hybrid title contender ship by making her tap out at Respect Is Earned. Then I pinned her at Adrenaline. She's got two more things I need to take away... the tag team titles of her and Jessica Harmony will belong to me and my partner in hate, Mr. Damien Frost, come Adrenaline 22. And the week after... I'm taking out the last thing she'll have to cherish. I want you, Joey boy. No Holds Barred, Adrenaline 23. What do you say?
I'm done with being neutral. Done with being whipped around. I'm bringing back the attitude that helped me win the LAWA World Heavyweight title twice. And all you fake people can do shit about that... Get Real or Die Hard."
He gave the camera one last look of despise and left to watch the Evolution title match.
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 #EvolutionScramble
for the
PWX EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP
DAMIEN FROST versus JOE JOHNSON versus PWX Tag Team Champion TIAMI TYLER
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Three Way Dance, and it is for the Vacant PWX Evolution Championship!
Chris Caudill: The last Evolution Champion of course was "The Hellcat" Kirsta Lewis! When she left the company, the title was vacated and retired.
Ricky Cravate: Our Director of Competition, Lillith Morgan decided to reinstate the Evolution Title-and we will decide the new champion right here tonight!
Alexis Lace: Introducing first….she is one half of the PWX World Tag Team Champions…..TIAMI TYLER!!
[Volume Up" hits the PA as blue lights flash. Tiami comes out on stage smiling and having the crowd pumped up for her. She skips her way down the ramp, hi fiving the crowd and having fun with the fans. Getting in the ring, she just smiles, posing for the crowd, who cheer her on. She then awaits her opponents.]
Chris Caudill: Tiami is one half of the Tag Team Champions…and engaged to her opponent tonight.
Ricky Cravate: Damien Frost?
Chris Caudill: NO!
Alexis Lace: Entrant two…….THE SAVIOR…JOE JOHNSON!!
[”Hall of Fame" by The Script ft Will.I.Am kicks in throughout the arena as the fans react with a chorus of cheers. They begin to chant “Joe" as Joe Johnson walks out on to the ramp loving the positive response from the crowd. Holding his arms out wide in a Jesus sort of pose, "The Savior" Joe Johnson has a smile on his face as he now begins his walk down to the ring. Slapping hands with most of the fans on his way down. Once at the ring Joe Johnson walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the top and middle rope. Now in the ring Joe walks over to the turnbuckle climbing up to the second rope and holds his arms out wide in a Jesus pose once again. As he jumps down he makes his way to the middle of the ring as he stands there smiling as his music fades out.]
Chris Caudill: Of course, Joe Johnson returning to PWX tonight-in this huge Evolution Championship Match!
Alexis Lace: And entrant number three….DAMIEN FROST!!
["Happiness" by Three Days Grace hits the speaker system, which brings out quite a few boos from the fans in attendance. A few moments pass before Damien Frost steps out from the back. He points at the front of his t-shirt, which says "Keep Their Heads Ringing," before extending his arms out to his sides. He does a complete three-sixty before jogging his way down the ramp and sliding under the ropes. Damien quickly takes off his shirt and motions a couple of times like he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he drops it in the corner of the ring.]
Chris Caudill: Damien Frost has been an unstoppable death machine! I don't see how he can possibly lose tonight.
Ricky Cravate: It's rare to see you show any favoritism Chris.
[The match begins with both Tiami and Johnson going right after Frost. Both of the them deliver hard shots into Frost's face. Frost reels and stumbles back into the ropes. The power couple grab Frost's arms and whip him to the opposite set of ropes. Frost returns and is hit with a double backdrop as the crowd pops loudly.]
Chris Caudill: Double backdrop by the the Power Couple of PWX!
Ricky Cravate: That's about the only way they're going to be able to defeat Frost though. Double teaming him. Even than, whats going to happen to their wonderful love when it’s down to just Tiami and Joe? This is an Elimination Match you know!
[Tiami sits up Frost and delivers a hard kick to the back of the head. She than locks in a rear chinlock-and Frost powers out of it-rolling to a knee and than lifting her onto his shoulders-dropping her back with a samoan drop. He gets up as Joe goes for a lariat. He ducks it and fires back hitting Joe Johnson with a few strong rights to the face. Johnson is on the ring apron behind Frost. Tiami hops up on the ropes and springboards out, hitting Frost in the lower back with a missle dropkick]
Chris Caudill: Frost goes down with a big missle dropkick to the back
Ricky Cravate: These two are working as a very cohesive unit Chris. I think Mr. Frost’s reign of terror here in PWX is in trouble.
[Frost staggers foward and goes between the ropes to the floor. Johnson is back up quickly and stomping on the mat to get the crowd riled up. The fans cheer loudly as Joe and Tiami look at each other. Damien gets back up onto the apron-as Tiami pushes Joe aside and delivers another kick. Damien blocks it-and catches her with a suplex-sending her sprawling out to the floor. The fans boo loudly until Joe Johnson dives through the ropes and catches Damien Frost with a suicide dive.]
Chris Caudill: These three are going at it tonight!
Ricky Cravate: I still think Frost will pull out the win.
[Joe picks up Damien-and goes to shoot him into the railing. Frost blocks it and drops him with a hard spinebuster on the floor. Tiami tries to take him down with a head scissors-but Frost blocks it and power bombs her ontop of her fiancé. He smirks as he lifts her up and throws her back into the ring. Tiami slowly gets to her feet-and Frost nails the Frostbite-nearly taking her head off!]
Chris Caudill: Uh oh!
[Frost rolls her up and goes for an elimination:
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!]
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen…Tiami Tyler has been eliminated!
[Frost stands up and smirks-waiting for Joe to get back into the ring. Joe slides in-and see’s Tiami rolling to the floor. In a rage, he goes on the attack-delivering a flurry of strikes to Damien Frost. Frost battles back with a lariat-but Joe ducks it and locks in an armbar. He wrenches back-trying to rip his shoulder out of socket.]
Chris Caudill: He's really grinding down on the arm.
Ricky Cravate: That is going to put a strain on Damien’s shoulder.
[Damien fights up out of it-but Joe keeps his arm locked. He forces him into the corner, and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of the head-before hitting a backdrop suplex out of the corner. He rolls Frost up for a cover:
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH—KICKOUT!
Joe sighs and pick him up-shooting him into the ropes once more. He collides with a high knee strike-knocking Frost back to the mat. He drops a knee across Damien’s head, and hooks the leg for another cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Joe sighs again, forcing him back down with another pin attempt:
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—KICKOUT!
Joe picks him up-and delivers a hard uppercut, sending Frost reeling back to the corner. He follows up with a big time splash in the corner-followed by a reverse STO. He quickly rolls into a Koji Clutch as the crowd roars.]
Chris Caudill: Death Lock from Joe Johnson!
Ricky Cravate: He won’t make Damien tap!
[Damien gets to the bottom rope-and Joe lets go, lifting him up and delivering a hard lariat. He steps back-and goes for the Cardiac Arrest-but Frost side steps it-delivering a spinning backfist to the back of Johnson’s head.]
Chris Caudill: OH NO! FROSTBITE OUT OF NOWHERE!
[He smirks as he rolls Joe Johnson up:
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!]
Chris Caudill: No way!
Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…and the NEW PWX EVOLUTION CHAMPION…..DAMIEN FROST!!!!
WINNER: DAMIEN FROST via pinfall @ 10:10
[His music reprises as he holds up the Evolution Championship. He smirks as he heads up the ramp in victory, slinging the title over his shoulder. We fade to a quick promo for Adrenaline 21]
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#RazorWireWarfare4
RAZOR WIRE WARFARE 4
JAMES SILKK versus JASON PARKER OLESEN
[The camera pans around the ring-where the Razor Wire is wrapped around the ropes. We cut to Alexis who is standing by the announce table.]
[The arena lights go black-and a blue light fills the arena-as a light guitar / piano intro is heard. Smoke billows from the stage.]
What's that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near,
You never hear the shot that takes you down.
Now your dreams are memories,
Seems more truthful far away,
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.
Out of time, so say goodbye,
What is yours, now is mine,
And I dream broken dreams,
I make them come true,
I make them for you
[The fans boo loudly as "Broken Dreams" by Shamans Harvest echoes over the PA System, and Jason Parker Olesen steps out onto the stage. His black hood covering his face. He throws his left arm in the air-as a wall of red flares fall from the stage-and he slowly walks down the ramp, sliding into the ring-and finally pulling his hood down. The arena lights return to normal as he removes his ring jacket and waits.]
Chris Caudill: A month of torture, a month of agony, a month of pain-Jason Parker Olesen will have to pay dearly for what he's done to the former World Champion.
Ricky Cravate: This is Jason's company Chris.
Chris Caudill: A man that unstable? Hardly his.
[The lights go out, as a guitar intro is heard over the PA System, and blue and white strobe lights flicker throughout the arena.]
Why do I live my life
Inside this hell I’m into
Deeper than the darkest ocean
It’s pouring down on me
Here we are once again
The truth is setting in
[“Broken & Betrayed" by Pop Evil hits the PA system. James Silkk steps out onto the stage and turns his back to the ring. He throws his arms out-and yells, arching his back before turning around. ]
I’m broken and betrayed
Just tell me your leaving
Before I finally cave in!
Take away this pain
It’s pulling me under
Your dragging me under
omebody save me!
The fans cheer loudly as he heads down the ramp. He poses on the ropes as the music fades out and he waits for his opponent.]
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, Never Say Die continues with RAZOR WIRE WARFARE! This match obviously has No Disqualifications, no count outs, and no holds barred! Introducing first….he is the former Executive Producer of Pro Wrestling X…..The Hood….JASON…PARKER…OLESEN!!!!
Crowd: FUCK JPO! FUCK JPO! FUCK JPO!
Chris Caudill: I never thought I'd hear that from the fans in the PWX Arena…
Ricky Cravate: Me either..it's…it's kind of surreal. This is really happening isn't it?
[The crowd boos loudly-even throwing a little garbage into the ring as Jason just smirks-throwing his ring jacket over the ropes and to the floor.]
Alexis Lace: His opponent…he is a former PWX NXTGN and World Champion….THE ABSTRACT…JAMES SILKK!!!
Crowd: FUCK UP ABSTRACT! FUCK EM UP! *clap clap*
Chris Caudill: These fans respect what James has accomplished in this ring.
[The crowd roars as Silkk holds his arms up. He looks at the razor wire around the ring-and than looks at JPO. The crowd settles down as the ref calls for the bell, and the two just stand there. The bell rings again as Silkk and JPO just stand there-staring at one another. They slowly begin to circle the ring]
Chris Caudill: You know, this is the first time JPO and James Silkk have ever met in singles competition.
Ricky Cravate: That is very true...
[They circle the ring and Silkk extends his hand-asking for a handshake-much to Jason's confusion]
Chris Caudill: What?
Ricky Cravate: Mind games from the former Champion.
[Jason goes to accept the handshake-but then delivers a forearm straight to the face of Silkk.]
Ricky Cravate: JPO just let Silkk know how he felt about him.
Chris Caudill: That sets an obvious tone for this match.
[JPO lets Silkk recover. Silkk turns back to JPO, and stares at him. The two men are face of face, a look of contempt in JPO’s eyes. After a few seconds, Silkk’s set jaw unlocks, and a smile breaks across his face. JPO erupts, throwing punches left and right. After a long string of them, Silkk drops to the floor, as JPO hovers over him, preparing for his next move. Silkk covers his head, as JPO mantles Silkk, and throws some more punches and forearms at Silkk- who manages to block most of them with his arms. What finally gets Silkk is a knee to the groin, at the ruthless hands of JPO.]
Chris Caudill: Jason is fighting dirty.
Ricky Cravate:Can you really fight DIRTY when the ring is wrapped in Razor Wire?
[Silkk writhes in pain on the ground, still reeling from the low blow. JPO gets down to the ground with him, and puts Silkk in a simple headlock. He drags him away from the center of the ring, towards one side of the razor wire. He raises himself to a vertical position, and goes to shove Silkk’s head into the second razor wire rope-but Silkk slips behind him, and trips him up, causing JPO to fall face first on the top razor wire ring rope- cutting his right cheekbone open. A few fans cry out in pain for JPO, and the rest grimace. JPO just wipes his face, eliminating the few trickles of blood that have already began to seem down his neck, and turns back to face Silkk. The fans begin to cheer for the blood
Crowd: FUCK EM UP JAMES! FUCK EM UP!
JPO gives a quick gesture to the fans, flipping them off as he turns back to Silkk- who is ready for him with a quick DDT]
Ricky Cravate: That’s the experience of Silkk, coming in handy to gain an advantage in the match.
[Silkk lifts him up-and shoots him into the corner. He follows it up with an Atavist-driving his knees into the spine of the former PWX CEO. JPO walks to the corner, holding his back in pain-as he's met with an enziguri from the former Champion. Silkk delivers a series of strikes to the head-before lifting him up-and draping him ribs first over the top rope. JPO screams in pain, before Silkk duplex's him into the ring-dropping him on his back. He quickly floats over into a cover:
ONE!!!
T...
JPO gets his shoulders up- to the dismay of Silkk and his fan base. He sighs as he stands JPO up-locking in a cravats-but only after a kick to the spine. Silkk lifts him up, and shoots him toward the razor wire. He stops before hitting the ropes-only to get a dropkick to the back-sending him right into the razor wire. Silkk drags him across the top rope-ripping the flesh from his body. The crowd cheers as he drags JPO away from the ropes-showing the crowd his bloody chest. He smirks as he throws him into the middle rope-and drapes his leg over him-ripping more flesh open. Silkk steps back-almost in a trance, smiling sadistically. He picks JPO up and delivers a clubbing forearm strike to the head. He follows it up with another step up enziguri-knocking his opponent down.]
Chris Caudill: That is a powerful move.
[Silkk smirks and locks in a rear chinlock-trying to take the air out of the former CEO, as the crowd roars. Silkk and JPO maneuver around the ring, JPO giving all of his efforts into breaking the hold, and trying to get to the ropes. JPO realizes that there is a major problem with getting to the ropes to break the hold- there are no ropes! Only sharp, razor wire to break the hold. Silkk realizes this too, and allows JPO to get close enough to the ropes to put his hands on it, and break the count. Doing this may be a bad idea in the long run, though; The injury he would receive from the Razor Wire might be worse than the pain Silkk inflicts on him.]
Ricky Cravate: Quite a strategy by Silkk.
[JPO begins to turn a whiter and whiter shade of red, as he is losing his breath quicky. He realizes that he has no choice- he reaches out, and grips the Razor Wire. Silkk seems stunned- it looks like he thought it unfathomable that someone would subject themselves to that punishment. Still in shock, he lets go of the hold clutch before the ref even begins the count to break his hold. The fans go ballistic at the punishment JPO had just endured.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS AWESOME
Silkk makes a sort of growling noise at JPO, and goes back on the attack, lifting him up and leveling him with a T-Bone suplex.]
Ricky Cravate: Silkk is just throwing all of his arsenal at JPO- who seems to be handling it well!
Chris Caudill: I can’t believe the drive that JPO had to be able to break the hold on the razor wire ropes.
Ricky Cravate: You can say that again.
Chris Caudill: I would prefer not to.
[Silkk climbs the turnbuckle again- and looks at JPO-who is still laying on the mat. Silkk gets ready to soar- and hits the diving elbow. After taking a second to regroup, he goes for the cover:
ONE!!!!!
TWO!...
JPO breaks the pin attempt right after the second time the ref’s hand hits the mat. The crowd roars-cheering for more carnage.]
Chris Caudill: These fans want to see James Silkk kill JPO's dreams!
[ JPO gets up before Silkk- who was frustrated after his last real pin attempt. JPO Irish whips Silkk into the ropes- exposing his legs and back to the cold, sharp wire, and giving him a gash that extends across the backs of both of Silkk’s knees. JPO takes the moment of rest to wipe his face, which is a crimson mask at this point. He then goes after the pained James Silkk, dropkicking him into the ropes again, this time getting the wire to cut across his neck, starting a gouge there.]
Ricky Cravate: It’s a wonder that these guys don’t get infected when cut open like that.
Chris Caudill: Don’t speak too soon, Ricky- there is always that kind of a risk involved!
[Silkk and JPO lock up once more-and JPO begins to take the upper hand. He drops him with a belly to belly suplex. He lifts him back up-and delivers a hard uppercut. He steps back-and goes for a Spear, but Silkk side steps it-sending JPO into the razor wire net that has covered a set of ropes. He screams in pain and backs up-as Silkk sets him up for a Dream Killer.]
Chris Caudill: This could be it!
[Silkk sets him up for the Dream Killer-but JPO steps back and slides out of the hold-locking in a full nelson of his own. He lifts the former champion up-hitting him with a cutter type move as the crowd boo's loudly.]
Ricky Cravate: Jason Parker Olesen stealing his brothers original finisher, the Real Time Intertia!
[Silkk seems completely still, and JPO pounces on him, stomping on his face. He picks his limp body up, and carries it over to the wire ropes. Taking his head, he rubs Silkk back and forth, cutting a DEEP gash across his exposed forehead. JPO lets him drop, and has a coat of Silkk’s blood over his hands. ]
Chris Caudill: My god….JPO is a sadist!
[JPO positions Silkk against the ropes, and goes across from him in the ring, charging, he levels Silkk with a hard yakuza kick-and Silkk almost falls out of the ring- if not for JPO pulling him back in.]
Chris Caudill: Both of these men are DYING out there
Ricky Cravate: You can’t say they didn’t give it all for this company!
Chris Caudill: This company? It's a battle of vengeance! A vendetta! These two brothers want to skin each other alive!
[ JPO has a limp Silkk in the middle of the ring. He cracks a wide smile, and does something absolutely unthinkable- he lifts Silkk up-in another Full Nelson. This time however, this time he goes to drop him with the Dream Killer.]
Ricky Cravate: Dream Killer! JPO is using Silkk’s finishing move on him!
Chris Caudill: I just don’t believe my eyes!
[JPO drops Silkk with the Dream Killer, and drops to the ground with his hands raised, a cocky smile on his face. The crowd roars with boos as he rolls Silkk over and goes for a pin:
ONE!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THRE..]
Chris Caudill: He did it- Silkk kicked out of his own finisher!
[Silkk slowly get up, as JPO’s jaw drops..He gets up methodically, tired and shocked, as Silkk capitalizes and lifts JPO up for the his own finisher
Chris Caudill: It’s Silkk’s turn to steal a finish!
[Silkk lifts JPO onto his shoulder-dropping him with a Cradle Shock as the crowd pops!]
Chris Caudill: JPO calls that Under The Hood!
Ricky Cravate: Could James do it here?
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
Thre--KICKOUT!
Chris Caudill: I DONT BELIEVE IT!
Ricky Cravate: JPO kicked out of his own move!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS AWESOME!
[Silkk sighs as he fights to his feet. He makes a cut throat motion as the crowd pops. He lifts up a limp JPO-and lifts him onto his shoulder. He drops him to his feet-and delivers a stiff kick to the jaw-knocking JPO onto his back]
Ricky Cravate: GO TO SLEEP! Now Silkk is using their brother, John Pariah's finisher!
Chris Caudill: Will that be enough?
[Silkk drops down-and hooks the leg]
ONE!
TWO!
THRE----
Chris Caudill: JPO grabs the bottom razor wire rope-and breaks the hold-sacrificing his own body to keep the match going.]
Ricky Cravate: My god.
[Silkk lifts JPO up for a suplex-but JPO lands on his feet and hits Silkk with a roll up out of desperation
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---KICKOUT!
Chris Caudill: OH MY GOD!
[JPO lifts Silkk up-and throws a right hook. Silkk blocks and counters with a shot of his own. They repeat this spot before Silkk ducks and drops JPO with a neckbreaker. He yells at a stage hand to throw him a chair-and the stange hand obliges. Silkk sets the chair up in the center of the ring and lifts JPO onto his shoulders again. He yells as he drops JPO on his head with a variant of the Psycho Driver RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR!]
Chris Caudill: OH MY GOD!
Ricky Cravate: PSYCHO DRIVER ON THE CHAIR!
Chris Caudill: I've NEVER seen Silkk deliver a Psycho Driver before!
Ricky Cravate: Because living is overrated.
[Silkk hooks JPOs legs for the count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!!!!
Chris Caudill: Silkk pulled it off!
Ricky Cravate: These two men nearly killed each other!
Chris Caudill: Nearly? JPO might be dead!
Ricky Cravate: James Silkk has won this battle…but is the war truly over?
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner of Razor Wire Warfare....The Abstract…JAMES SILKK!!
["Broken & Betrayed" reprises as the bell sounds again, signaling the end of what has been a horrific match. Silkk turns over from his cover of Jason and sits up. The blood on his face drips down to his chin, pooling slightly before dripping to the mat below. Jason doesn't move much, as his chest heaves in and out as he gasps for air. The two men put themselves through hell and neither can barely move, let alone celebrate a victory.]
WINNER: JAMES SILKK via pinfall @ 16:38
----------------------- [Backstage Fallout] [The scene fades backstage, where John Pariah is seen stretching. Jerry Clark walks up to him.] Jerry Clark: Excuse me, Mr. Pariah? John Pariah: Yes? Jerry Clark: Any last words before facing Jake Keeton tonight? John Pariah: Last words? You make it sound like I'm walking into my grave. Jerry, I'm sick of people doubting me. That is my ring, and win or lose-I am still the best wrestler in PWX history. Tonight, Jake Keeton is going to find out why first hand. Jerry Clark: Well, real quick..is there any thoughts as to what transpired just a few moments ago between your bro----- [They are interrupted by a bloody James Silkk. Pariah smirks-looking him over.] John Pariah: You did good out there kid…. [Pariah smirks, and heads toward the entrance way. Silkk turns the camera-his face and chest covered in blood. He uses a shirt to wipe it from his eyes and face for a second.] James Silkk: Tonight…tonight was the final nail in the coffin. The Hood is dead. Jason Parker Olesen…is dead again. There is no Faithful to back him up. There is nothing at all that can be done. Now, I look to January, I look to No Limits, and I look to reclaiming my World Championshi--- [The lights backstage go out.] Jerry Clark: What's happening here? [They come back on-and Silkk is laid out on the floor-with a white Owl mask over his face.] Jerry Clark: Guys! We need some medical staff out he…my god.. [Jerry looks up-and see's the words "you will answer to the court for your crimes…" scrawled on it. We fade back to the arena.] Chris Caudill: What the hell happened? -----------------------
#BestOfTheBest
ONE NIGHT ONLY | BEST OF THE BEST MATCH
JAKE KEETON versus JOHN PARIAH
[The lights dim, a hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers billows from the crowd as "Man of Constant Sorrow" by Charm City Devils hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.]
Chris Caudill: Jake Keeton, the man who is considered by many to be the best wrestler alive today!
Ricky Cravate: Tonight is his final night as a professional wrestler….
Chris Caudill: I want to talk about his opponent, John Pariah. in 2012-his PWX record is not very good.
Ricky Cravate: At New Frontiers, he lost the Seventh Circle Match to John Ojeda. At Full Throttle-he lost an I Quit Match to James Silkk. Before that, he and Jacob Rollins lost to the Maple Leaf Strike Force in WARPED in Chicago. John Pariah in 2012-does not have a great win/loss record at all.
Chris Caudill: Can tonight be the first big win of the year for John Pariah? He had a few victories in WARPED, but I honestly don't believe he's won a match in PWX this year.
Ricky Cravate: Plus, coming from that back injury he suffered at the hands of James Silkk at Full Throttle….
Chris Caudill: Not to mention, Jake Keeton has been pretty much unstoppable since he debuted in PWX.
[The lights in the arena go black.]
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[An electronic guitar and drum intro is heard-and the sound of an engine revving is played over it.]
I am The Dying Breed
Don't Wanna Mess With Me
[The fans cheer as Peroxwhy?gen's "Similar Creatures" begins to play over the PA System, and footage of Pariah plays on the titan tron.]
I am The Dying Breed
Laying all on The Line
Don't Wanna Mess With Me
At Any Place or Time
We Are The Dying Breed
Laying all On The Line
Don't Wanna Mess With Me
Similar Creatures Time
[The fans explode as John Pariah comes out-wearing his new Kamen Rider Wizard inspired ring jacket and hood.]
I've been alone All The Long
Not Until Wrote This Down
here By My Side As I Write
The Words That Giving Down
To Anyone Who Relate
The symptoms Shift Me Will
There By My Side As I Know
Together Will Prevail
[He turns his back to the crowd-and throws his arms in a crucifix. A wall of blue pyro shoots up on the stage as the crowd roars loudly.]
I am The Dying Breed
Laying all on The Line
Don't Wanna Mess With Me
At Any Place or Time
We Are The Dying Breed
Laying all On The Line
Don't Wanna Mess With Me
Similar Creatures Time
[He turns around and pulls his hood back as the crowd continues to chant his name. He heads down the ramp-slapping hands with fans as the blue and silver lights strobe throughout the arena. He circles the ring-and climbs up onto the ring apron. He throws his arms back again as the crowd roars. He steps into the ring-keeping his eyes affixed on his challenger. He poses on the ropes as "Similar Creatures" fades out.]
Crowd: JOHN PARIAH! *clap clap clapclapclap* JOHN PARIAH!
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the BEST…OF THE BEST MATCH!
Crowd: BEST OF THE BEST! BEST OF THE BEST! BEST OF THE BEST!
Alexis Lace: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first..he is the "Best Wrestler Alive Today"….JAKE…KEETON!!!!
Crowd; LETS GO KEETON! *clap clap clapclapclap* LETS GO KEETON!
[The fans cheer as Jake Keeton poses on the ropes-keeping his eyes affixed on his opponent.]
Alexis Lace: His opponent…..he is the Archetype of PWX…..The King of Wrestling…JOHN PARIAH!!!
Crowd: WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!
[The fans cheer as Pariah hands his ring jacket to the ring girl-revealing his new black, silver and blue long tights. The fans cheer louder as the two men stare each other down. Pariah extends his hand-and asks for a handshake as the crowd erupts.]
Chris Caudill: Of course, shaking your opponents hand is part of our Code of Honor…
Ricky Cravate: Nobody has shook hands all night Chris.
Chris Caudill: Yeah well..people are assholes.
[Keeton accepts the handshake, and smirks as the bell rings.]
Ricky Cravate: This is it Chris!
[The match starts with both men circling the ring. They lock up in the center of the ring-both men trying to gain the upper hand. Keeton locks Pariah in a side headlock-and snaps him over with a takedown. Pariah rolls through it-still in the headlock-but now to a kneeling position-trying to stay off his back. Keeton lifts Pariah up-and Pariah tries to bounce him off the ropes-but Keeton puts the breaks on it-and snaps Pariah over again. This time he bridges into a quick cover:
ONE!
TW----
Pariah rolls Keeton into a crucifix cover:
ONE!
TWO---Keeton is able to kick out before the three-by rolling to his feet. Both men get to a vertical base, and Pariah snaps Keeton over with a japanese arm drag. They get to their feet and Pariah locks in a head lock on Keeton-who tries to shoot him off the ropes. Pariah this time puts the breaks on it-and snaps Keeton over with a take down. He quickly goes for a submission attempt-and Keeton rolls to his stomach. Pariah responds by trying to go for a crossface-but Keeton pops himself up and rolls Pariah over into a pinning situation:
ONE!
TWO--KICKOUT!
Both men get to their feet and smirk as Keeton snaps Pariah over with an arm drag of his own. The two get to a vertical base as the crowd applaudes loudly.]
Chris Caudill: Two of the absolute best in the ring right now.
Ricky Cravate: Surprisingly, no ring rust from Pariah at all…
[The two get in each others face-and Keeton throws a right at Pariah. The two begin exchanging rights and lefts in the middle of the ring as the crowd roars. Neither men will back down as they exchange blows in the middle of the ring, until John starts to win out, and whips Keeton into ropes. As Keeton bounces back John attempts a sharp clothesline, but Keeton ducks under it and gives a hard kick to the gut of Pariah followed by a stiff uppercut. Keeton then tries to put John in a DDT position, but John reverses, sending Keeton up and over his back, landing on the mat. John doesn’t even allow Keeton to get up before he starts laying the hurt on him, punishing Keeton with kicks to the midsection, back, and head as Keeton struggles to get up.]
Ricky Cravate: Now it's starting to get physical Chris.
[After taking a good amount of damage Keeton finds a way to pull himself up with the help of the ropes. But John is right there and latches up with him, tossing him into the turn buckle. Keeton is faced with a barrage of rights and left’s as he tries to protect himself the best he can, but Pariah still gets a lot of shots in. It isn’t until the ref breaks them up that Keeton is out of the line of fire. But Pariah goes back to his ways, pushing the ref out of the way and trying to clothesline his opponent. But Keeton hits a drop toe hold as Pariah’s face goes right into the turnbuckle followed by a drop kick to Pariah’s back, pushing him further into the turnbuckle.]
Chris Caudill: What started as a mat wrestling clinic has turned into a brawl.
Ricky Cravate: I want to remind everyone-that kick was right to the SURGICALLY REPAIRED SPINE of John Pariah!
[John picks himself up out of the turnbuckle to be met with a stiff uppercut to the jaw. As he’s reeling back, Keeton gets a hold of him and hits Pariah with a snap suplex. Both men get up and Keeton gives Pariah a stiff kick to the gut, and then whips him against the ropes. Pariah comes back and is drilled in the face with a stiff elbow. But Pariah is still on his feet and Keeton takes advantage with a neck breaker. Both men are on the ground as Keeton tries to get on top of Pariah for what looks like a punching combination. He lifts up Pariahs head-and puts him in a sitting position though-before delivering another hard kick to the spine-and following it up with a reverse chin lock. The crowd roars as Keeton drives his knee into the back of John Pariah.]
Chris Caudill: Jake Keeton is in control of this match!
[In the ring-Pariah forces his way to a knee-and delivers a flurry of strikes to the ribs-breaking the hold. He quickly lifts Keeton onto his shoulders-maybe looking to hit the GTS early.] Ricky Cravate: Pariah’s got Keeton right where he wants him.
[Keeton drops behind Pariah-and locks in a sleeper hold. Before he can lock it in all the way, Pariah flips him over with a fireman's carry-and follows up with a cravat hold of his own. Keeton tries to fight out of the cravat but with little success. Pariah’s minor size advantage over Jake Keeton is working to his advantage, as Jake Keeton struggles to breath. The ref checks to see if the choke is legal, and it is.]
Chris Caudill: Keeton’s fading fast, he’s got to do something to get out of this.
[Keeton tries to pick himself up, but falls to one knee as Pariah continues to apply the pressure. Everyone can see that Keeton is standing on his last legs as he starts throwing elbows wildly at the body of Pariah, but Pariah keeps his position until Keeton’s head sinks down, and his eyes are closed. ]
Ricky Cravate: Pariah may of just choked out Jake Keeton!
[The ref goes in to check Keetons prognosis. He lifts the limp hand of Keeton as it drops to the ground. The ref raises his finger up- ONE. Then he lifts his hand again as it falls once again. TWO, the ref signals. Pariah has how start to put all his pressure and weight into chocking Keeton out.]
Chris Caudill: This could be it.
Ricky Cravate: This is it.
[The ref raises Keeton’s hand one more time, and just when you think that it’s going to fall for the third time, Keeton keeps it up. It looks like a surge of energy has entered Keeton has he now makes it to his feet fully and throws his elbow hard into Pariah, forcing him to let go. Keeton then follows up with a few right hands that send Pariah reeling. Keeton bounces off the ropes, but is caught right away with a boot to the face. But Keeton is still on his feet, as Pariah grabs him from behind trying to execute a German suplex. But Keeton grabs onto the ring rope to keep his balance. So instead of fighting it, Pariah delivers a hard shot to the back-and than hits a German Suplex-dropping Keeton on his head.]
Chris Caudill: Just when you thought Keeton was going to take control of this match, Pariah steps up, and delivers a huge German suplex.
Ricky Cravate: That’s why John Pariah is without a doubt, the Best in the World!
[Pariah goes for a quick pin:
ONE---Kick out!
Ricky Cravate: Kickout. Damn.
Chris Caudill: Keeton’s got too much gas in the tank for a pin this early.
[Pariah has a sick smile on his face as he now has control of Keeton, pulling him up and giving him a few hard chops to the chest. Keeton can not defend the shots as he stumbles back after each one. Pariah then takes advantage with a body drop on Keeton. As Keeton looks a little stunned, Pariah wastes no time popping up, bouncing off the ropes and delivering a hard jumping knee to the chest of Keeton who is obviously rattled by the shot. But he pulls himself up anyway as Pariah charges and hits Keeton with a hard spear, followed up by several face shots while Pariah is on top of Keeton.]
Chris Caudill: This is not looking good for Keeton.
[Pariah takes Keeton by the head, and picks him up, only to drive him into the turnbuckle. Keeton is obviously dazed as Pariah sets him up for a suplex. Keeton blocks it-and lifts Pariah up-dropping him face first on the mat. Keeton rolls to the ropes-and pulls him self up just as Pariah gets to a knee-and follows it with a running kick to the head. He picks him up-and shoots him into the corner-following it up by bouncing off the near ropes and dropping Pariah with a lariat. Building momentum now, Keeton picks him up and delivers a flurry of strikes-forcing Pariah into the corner. He steps back and delivers a splash, taking the air out of his opponents body. He rocks Pariah with an over head belly to belly out of the corner-sending him straight onto his back across the ring. Keeton immediately goes on the attack-dropping a knee into the spine of his opponent. He picks him up-and begins the Tri-Plex as the crowd pops-dropping Pariah onto his head with a Dragon Suplex. He rolls through, and lifts him up-dropping him with a tiger suplex. He rolls through that one-and lifts him up with a pump handle-driving him back first to the mat. The crowd roars as he goes for a cover:
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!
Keeton gets up and hits the ropes-hitting a running senton-driving his weight into the back of Pariah. He lifts him up-and goes for a slow turning neck breaker. Pariah puts the boots on it-and shoves Keeton into the ropes-before delivering a roaring elbow to the back of his head-knocking him into the middle ropes. Pariah uses his legs to apply pressure on Keeton, using the ropes for leverage. He lifts him up-and drops him with a reverse DDT. He hooks the legs and goes for a cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!]
Chris Caudill: Neither of these two will give up Ricky!
[Pariah picks Keeton up, but Keeton starts to battle back. He sends a hard right hand to the ribs of John followed by another one to the face. John tries to counter with a haymaker, but Keeton ducks it, grabs on to Pariah’s arm, dropping him with a full nelson slam. Pariah gets right back up and soon drop kicked into the ropes. On his way back Keeton hits Pariah with a back body drop, sending Pariah flying through the air. Keeton begins to taunt Pariah, who’s a little slow getting up. Pariah charges at Keeton but gets a spine buster for his troubles.] Chris Caudill: These two warriors are giving us everything they have.
Ricky Cravate: If this is one, either, or both of their final matches-they want to go out with a bang!
[Keeton picks Pariah up and looks to be going for a Russian leg sweep, but Pariah sends an elbow to Keeton’s face, chest, and ribs. He breaks the hold and steps back-stalking Keeton, and poising him for the Stiffest Lariat This Side O' Super Dragon. He runs at him-but Keeton ducks the shot, and drops him with a Jumping Leg Lariat as the crowd roars loudly.]
Chris Caudill: OUT OF NOWHERE!!
Ricky Cravate: THAT'S IT!
[Keeton rolls Pariah up-looking for the cover:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!
The bell rings as Keeton's music reprises. He rolls off of Pariah-as the ref holds up his hands.]
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner…….JAKE……KEEEETTOOONNN!!!!
WINNER: JAKE KEETON via pinfall @ 14:32
[The fans cheer as Keeton celebrates on the ropes. He pauses for a minute-looking at Pariah as the crowd roars. He helps him to his feet-and extends his hand-offering him a sign of respect.] Crowd: SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! [The crowd roars as Pariah shakes his hand-and holds their arms up in victory. The fans begin to throw streamers into the ring, celebrating the night for both men.] Chris Caudill: Win or lose, I don't really think this match proved anything. Ricky Cravate: Oh? Chris Caudill: These are still two of the best…of the best! [Ron Wasserman's "Best of the Best of the Best" plays as Pariah and Keeton celebrate at ringside-handing out special commemorative "Best of the Best" t-shirts. The fans cheer as we fade to a backstage segment.] ----------------------- [Inside the Pit] Video cues up on the big screen. Every side of the ring different.
Bodies broken.
Lives changed.
[Footage is then shown of Tiami Tyler being tossed down from the scaffolding, screaming as she hits the fire lit tables.]
Two women enter and only once can stay in PWX.
For the other....this is the end.
[Footage of Marisol driving Jessica through a flaming table at Respect is Earned is then shown.]
Jessica Harmony VS Marisol Hawkes
Coma Pit
Loser Leaves PWX for good.
It all comes down to this.-----------------------
#ComaPit
COMA PIT MATCH | LOSER LEAVES PWX
PWX World Tag Team Champion JESSICA HARMONY versus MARISOL HAWKES
"Free" by Natalia Kills hits the PA and out walks Marisol, cocky and confident as ever. She holds a kendo stick up in her hands as she heads down the ramp, standing at the bottom and looking at the ring.
Chris Caudill: Look at the ring and how this devastating structure is set up.
Ricky Cravate: Barbed wire, ring ropes, steel cage wall and well...no ropes. This is going to get brutal in a hurry.
The music stops and for a moment Marisol looked back at the ramp. The lights go out and then "1.000.000 Lightyears" Jessica Harmony is seen jumping Marisol at the bottom of the ring. She hits her in the back of the head with a clubbing forearm. She tosses Marisol in the ring and then hops on the apron, smiling wickedly to her adversary. She then picks up a steel chair in hand. Before she gets a chance to hit her over the head, Marisol kicks her in the gut, Jessica dropping the chair. Marisol locks in an armbar, Jessica screaming in pain. Marisol had the lock in tight and Jessica was trying to find anything that would help break the hold.
Chris Caudill: Marisol is exposing the shoulder injury of Jessica!
Ricky Cravate: Jessica's not going to be able to continue this match!
Jessica manages to find the kendo stick Marisol dropped and smacked her across the head, causing Marisol to break the hold after repeated smacks to the head. Jessica got up slowly, holding on to her right shoulder. She shook it off, the pain unbearable to the point, she was clutching her arm to her body. She then picked the kendo stick up and swung, Marisol finding her own stick and hitting her across the rib cage with it. Jessica dropped the kendo stick and Marisol kicked her into the barbed wire ropes, which wrapped around her arms and Jessica was hung up. Marisol looked and smiled. She then got up and started screaming.
"Your career is over!"
She swung the kendo stick, smacking Jessica in the rib cage. Over and over, at least six times she hit Jessica before the kendo stick broke. Marisol then dropped the stick and ran toward Jessica. Jessica got her foot up, kicking Marisol in the face. Jessica tore her ring gear apart trying to get out of the barbed wire ropes. One of the refs there to call the match was trying to help her out of the tangled mess and Jess then shredded her top revealing her black sports bra.
Chris Caudill: How deep are those gashes in her arms?
Ricky Cravate: She is still fighting after the beating targeting the ribs and shoulder.
Marisol noticed Jess still moving and charged at her with a steel chair. Jessica landed a super kick on the chair causing Marisol to fall backward where there was no ring ropes and right into a table. Marisol lie there almost motionless and Jess hopped off the apron with the chair in hand. Jess swung the chair, hitting Marisol in her left knee. Marisol screamed in pain as Jessica hit her twice again, throwing the chair with a look of anger in her eyes. Jessica grabbed the stretcher off to her right and when she turned around to grab Marisol, she hit her, glass flying everywhere. Jessica stumbles back on the stretcher, the camera panning back to find a shattered light tube in Marisol's hands. Marisol then gets up, her knee buckling and Jess stared Marisol down, blood pouring from her head into her eyes.
Chris Caudill: Are you serious?
Ricky Cravate: These women have it all in them. Jessica Harmony looks like a mad woman!
Marisol turns around, eyes widening as Jess lets out an ear piercing scream followed by setting up and connecting with a Rebel Yell slam right on top of another table. Jessica then picked up Marisol's limp body and got her on the stretcher locking the restraints on the stretcher. Jessica smiled and grabbed a light tube of her own as she started pushing the stretcher up the ramp. Marisol woke up enough to realize she was restrained and started struggling. Jessica looked up and, smirking, hit Marisol with the light tube, glass flying on to the ramp and Marisol bleeding from her jaw. Jess pushed her up the rest of the way until they arrived at the top of the stage. Jess unhooked the restraints and dumped Marisol on her bad knee from the stretcher. Jess then grabbed a can of gas and poured it one handed all over Marisol and the tables below them.
Chris Caudill: Now this shit gets serious!
Marisol had grabbed a fork and Jess, not paying attention grabbed a kendo stick. Jess turned around and Marisol stabbed her in the arm where she was deeply cut open.
Ricky Cravate: First the barbed wire, now the fork in the sore shoulder.
Chris Caudill: How is Jessica going to climb the scaffold with one arm?
Marisol got up and, hobbling on one knee grabbed a chair. Marisol charged at Jess, Jess counter with a kendo stick shot to the ribs. Marisol doubled over and Jess hit her with the Harmonious Fear. Marisol laid motionless as Jess looked up. She saw the scaffold and started to make her way toward the bottom. She started making her way up, climbing with one arm. Marisol was stirring and she looked up, Jess about a third of the way up the scaffold. Marisol started crawling and making her way slowly up the scaffold.
Ricky Cravate: These women have heart. Marisol on one leg and Jessica on one arm. All to see who stays in PWX and who never shows their face again!
Jessica managed to make her way to the top first, and she straddled the scaffold, sitting there as she looked down, Marisol was climbing, about to the top when Jessica kicked her in the face. Marisol let one hand go, reaching up to grab the scaffold. Jessica kicked her again and both her hands slipped, causing her knee to get caught as she was dangling from the scaffold. Jessica smiled wickedly.
"This ends NOW!"
Jessica reached in her pocket and grabbed a lighter. Lighting it, she tossed it down and the tables lit on fire, the glow shining up at the women. She reached in her other pocket and grabbed both a lighter and a railroad spike. Marisol was scrambling, trying to reach up as Jessica lit the lighter. She set Marisol on fire and then spiked her knee, causing her knee to give way. Screams could be heard as the scaffold broke. Marisol falls to the pit of tables as Jessica hangs on for dear life. Jessica gets her footing however, climbing down as the bell had rung, signaling her win for the match, and the end of Marisol Hawkes.
WINNER: Jessica Harmony
----------------------- [No Limits 2012] Chris Caudill: What a night it's been folks! Ricky Cravate: No doubt about it-and we STILL have a huge World Championship war to go through! Chris Caudill: Let me talk about next week, Adrenaline 21. We've just been told by Lillith Morgan, the show will be headlined by a CHAMPION VS CHAMPION MATCH! Ricky Cravate: The new Evolution Champion Damien Frost, goes one on one with the reigning Hybrid Champion Victor Jace! Chris Caudill: I can't wait! Ricky Cravate: Also, in January...PWX will be returning to Versus Fight Night with NO LIMITS! Chris Caudill: It's going to be a huge event-kicking off 2013 with a bang! Ricky Cravate: Before we get to any of that..let's send it ringside for our Never Say Die MAIN EVENT! -----------------------  #HollywoodZIon
PWX WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
PWX World Champion BRIAN HOLLYWOOD versus DARIN ZION
[The Outroduction hits from Thousand Foot Krutch and a matrix like background shows on the screen. The crowd goes nuts as a countdown to five hits. The crowd starts to count backwards from 5.]
5...
4...
3....
2....
1...
"The End Is Where We Begin."
[Explosions around the screen happen and blue and silver lights start to hit around the arena as "Human" by Manafest starts at the chorus line. The crowd erupts and Darin Zion immediately rush out from behind the curtain. He immediately throws both his hands out with the love symbol and starts slapping hands with the crowd.]
"Cause I wear my heart on my sleeve
If you cut me I’ll bleed
I know I cannot erase
Every mistake that I’ve made
I never said I was an angel, no
I never said I wouldn’t break down
But life keeps on moving
By now you should know
I’m only human!!!!"
[Darin immediately stops at the entrance ramp, jumps down and kneels before giving the sign of the cross. He immediately leaps up to more pyro and he starts running into the ring. He rushes over to the ring ropes and climbs the second rope and extends his hands out, jumps on the ring ropes and sticks his tongue out. He smiles as he awaits for his opponent.]
Chris Caudill: This is Zion's last chance. His one shot at the World Championship!
Ricky Cravate: He's ready. That title is his!
["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he extends his hands out giving out handshakes to the crowd.
Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and pumps up the crowd with his hands. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent.]
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for your PWX Never Say Die IV MAIN EVENT!
Crowd; PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Alexis Lace: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the PWX World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger….DARIN…ZION!!!
[The crowd boo's as Zion smirks.]
Crowd: FUCK YOU ZION! *clap clap clapclapclap* FUCK YOU ZION!
Alexis Lace: And his opponent, he is the reigning and defending PWX World Champion…..BRIAN HOLLYWOOD!!
[The crowd roars as he poses on the ropes-handing his title to the ref.]
Chris Caudill: It's time Ricky! It All Comes Down To This!
[In the ring, the referee appears ready to start the match as the two men meet in the center. They get nose to nose as now it’s Zion doing the jaw jacking, but Hollywood just smiles. Reading his lips, you can see he’s talking about how he's the next World Champion. The ref calls for the bell, but neither man budges. Hollywood’s started talking back at Zion now, and the war of words continues on for a few more seconds before Zion finally rears back and lands a hard right hand to the jaw of Hollywood, sending him stuttering backwards a couple of steps. He lands two more quick shots and has Hollywood trapped in the corner, and begins to unload body and head shots.]
Ricky Cravate: DAMN! Zion’s starting this one off quickly, and he’s got Hollywood trapped!
Chris Caudill: And that can’t be good for Hollywood considering everything that has happened as of late!
[Just as Chris Caudill says that though, Hollywood finally blocks a big right hand, grabs Zion and spins him around, slamming him up against the turnbuckles, and begins to land a flurry of punches of his own.]
Ricky Cravate: Hollywood looking for some vengeance!
[Hollywood eases up on his attack of punches, and hits a huge knife edged chop that gets a big “WOOOOOOOO!!!!!” from the crowd before grabbing Zion and sending him across the ring with an Irish whip, slamming him into the far turnbuckles. Hollywood follows him over and lands another hard right hand, follows it up with another chop, getting the same reaction from the crowd, and then whips him back to the other corner. This time, he charges in and smashes Zion with a clothesline, causing him to stumble out of the corner. Hollywood hits a boot to the stomach, hooks him in a front face lock, and brings him over with a snap suplex, floating over for the cover.]
Chris Caudill: Hollywood has the leg hooked!
ONE!!! --Kickout!
Ricky Cravate: But Zion’s out quickly!
[Not seeming surprised, Hollywood gets to his feet and grabs a handful of Zion’s hair to pull him up, but Zion fires a hard punch from his knee to the midsection of Hollywood, stunning him. Getting to his feet now, Zion hits a big European uppercut on Hollywood and pushes him back off the ropes before sending him across the ring. Hollywood hits the far ropes and comes back only to get flattened with a big shoulder block. Zion now runs the ropes as Hollywood rolls over onto his stomach. Zion leaps over Hollywood and hits the opposite ropes as Hollywood pops to his feet. He telegraphs the back body drop, and Zion stops on a dime and kicks the World Champion square in the face, turning him away towards the ropes. Not letting up though, Zion charges Hollywood from behind and clobbers him with a forearm to the back of the head, turns him around, scoops him up, and slams him down in the center of the ring. The direct impact of Hollywood’s back on the mat seems to be causing him more pain than a slam like that would normally cause though.]
Chris Caudill: I think Zion just found where Hollywood’s still hurting!
Ricky Cravate: And that’s not good for “Mr. Executive", especially with his Championship on the line.
[Smirking, Zion pulls Hollywood up to his feet as he winces in pain. He turns Hollywood around, grabs on to the back waistband of his trunks, and pulls him in to a hard forearm right to the lower back, causing Hollywood to drop down to a knee and scream out in pain.]
Chris Caudill: Yup...he’s onto something there...
[He pulls Hollywood back up to his feet again, grabs the tights one more time, and pulls him right back into that forearm, this time causing Hollywood to go down to his hands and knees. Zion quickly runs off the ropes to the side and comes back dropping an elbow right across Hollywood’s back, flattening him like a pancake. He quickly rolls him over and hooks the leg.]
Ricky Cravate: Now it’s Zion with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR--Kickout!
Chris Caudill: But Hollywood’s out at two, yet still in some obvious pain...
[Zion snarls, and pulls Hollywood up to his feet again, only to deliver a boot to the stomach and then drop a double axehandle down across his back, once again causing him to drop to a knee. He hits the ropes and comes by smashing a knee into Hollywood’s face at full speed, laying him out flat.]
Ricky Cravate: Darin Zion is in control of this match right now.
Chris Caudill: Brian Hollywood needs to get back in it!
[Zion doesn’t look for the cover this time though, but rather steps over him, pulls his legs up, and locks in a boston crab, causing Hollywood to scream out in pain as Zion sits down on his lower back. Hollywood reaches out for the rope just to his left, but is inches away from being able to grab it, and giving up that arm put even more pressure on his back.]
Ricky Cravate: This could be a quicker ending than we thought!
Chris Caudill: It’s starting to look that way...Hollywood’s GOT to get to that rope if he wants to survive!
[Using his right arm, he uses all of his strength to try and get himself turned just enough to get him within reach of the bottom rope. He outstretches his left arm again, and his fingertips can touch it, but he still can’t get a grasp on it. He pulls his arm back in and then violently lunges, yelling out in pain, but manages to grab the rope. The ref starts the five count, and Zion finally releases the hold just before the five count was reached. Hollywood quickly rolls out of the ring and falls down to the floor, reaching around holding his back.]
Ricky Cravate: The damage may very well be done already...he’s looking like he’s in bad shape right now...
[Zion steps out of the ring and drops down to the floor much to the dismay of the referee, who starts his ten count. Hollywood’s crawling towards the ring steps as Zion stalks him. Pulling himself up onto the steps, Hollywood’s still wincing and grimacing in pain, as Zion grabs him from behind and goes to slam him face first into the top step, but Hollywood blocks by putting his hands out in front of him, and then catches Zion off guard with a huge chop across the chest.]
Chris Caudill: There’s some fight left in him yet!
[Hollywood turns to face Zion, who lunges at him with a big right hand, but Hollywood blocks it and fires one of his own. Zion tries to counter with another punch, but Hollywood blocks it again and lands another hard right. This time he stays on Zion, grabs his arm, and whips him hard into the ringsteps, causing them to separate. The referee’s count is at 8, and Hollywood quickly rolls in under the bottom rope and then back out to restart the count.]
Ricky Cravate: WHAT THE HELL? He could have just stayed in the ring and Zion would have gotten counted out!
Chris Caudill: I doubt that’s how he wants this match to end Ricky!
Ricky Cravate: A win is a win. He'll keep his belt!
[Hollywood pulls Zion back up to his feet and this time whips him into the steel security railing around ringside. He follows Darin over and pulls him up again, grabs him by the back of the head, and slams his face down onto the edge of the ring before pushing him back in under the bottom rope. Hollywood gingerly pulls himself up onto the apron and walks down to the corner before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Perched in a squat, he waits for Zion to get to his feet.]
Chris Caudill: Hollywood’s going to fly!
Ricky Cravate: I don’t think that’s a good idea!
[Zion slowly gets to his feet, and then turns around looking for Hollywood. As soon as he’s facing him, Hollywood goes airborne but Zion side steps him and hits a hard shot right into the rib cage, causing Hollywood to fold up like an accordion in mid-air and collapse down to the mat. Zion falls into the ropes, trying to regain his composure, as Hollywood writhes on the mat in pain. Hollywood slowly inches his way towards the ropes away from Zion, and begins to pull himself up once he reaches them. Zion sees Hollywood working to get to his feet and turns to charge him. Hollywood sees him coming though, and grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Zion toppling out of the ring and crashing hard to the floor.]
Chris Caudill: Hollywood just bought himself a little time!
[Hollywood finally pulls himself all the way back up to his feet and looks down at Zion, who’s sprawled out on the concrete floor. Still wincing and reaching around at his back, Hollywood catches his breath as Zion finally starts to push himself to his feet. Hollywood pays closer attention now, and suddenly breaks out into a run towards the ropes farthest from Zion, and comes back into a baseball slide under the bottom rope, but Zion saw it coming and backed out of the way. Hollywood lands on his feet, but walks right into a running clothesline from Zion, causing him to land flat on his back on the concrete, which makes him immediately arch his back in more pain. Zion brushes his hair from his face and pulls Hollywood back up, picks him up around the waist, and drives his back right into the edge of the ring before letting him go and allowing him to crumple to the floor.]
Ricky Cravate: That back of his is definitely a big problem...
Chris Caudill: Well he knew what he was getting himself into here...so now he’s got to fight through it or go home!
Ricky Cravate: If I were in his shoes, I’d probably be taking the “go home” option right about now.
[Pulling Hollywood back up, Zion rolls him back into the ring and then follows him in. Pulling Hollywood back up to his feet slowly, he starts some trash talking before laying him out flat with a hard right hand. He reaches down again, pulling him back up, and this time shoves him into a corner before backing up a few steps and then charging in with a shoulder right into Hollywood’s ribs. He pulls back, and rams the shoulder right back into his ribs again before circling almost half way around the ring and then breaking into a full on sprint into the corner. He comes in with the shoulder lowered again, but Hollywood spins out of the way just in time and Zion goes through the turnbuckles and slams his shoulder hard into the ring post.]
Chris Caudill: A big miscalculation by the former World Champion! It could give Brian Hollywood a small glimmer of hope!
Ricky Cravate: Possibly, but that back of Hollywood’s isn’t getting any better...
[Hollywood, gasping for breath, slowly works his way back down the ropes towards Zion who’s slowly pulling himself out of the corner. Hollywood delivers a boot to the ribs before grabbing Zion and powering him down with a gutwrench slam, but he also drops to a knee as it obviously took its toll on his injured back.]
Chris Caudill: You’re absolutely right about that...I’m not sure who that hurt more...Hollywood or Zion!
[Hollywood gets back to his feet though, fighting through the pain, and pulls Zion back up. He grabs him by the arm and wrenches the shoulder before pulling it back into a hammerlock. Zion is able to reverse the hold, however, wrenches Hollywood’s arm around, and then hits a stiff kick to his lower back, causing him once again to drop down to his knees. Zion still has a hold of the arm though and pulls him back up to his feet, and whips him hard into the turnbuckles. Hollywood bounces off them and walks right into a boot to the stomach, where Zion gets the double underhook and sets him up to finish the match.]
Ricky Cravate: What is Zion going for here?
[Hollywood manages to pull Zion’s legs out from under him, however, causing him to fall flat on his back. Still holding the leg, Hollywood rocks backwards and catapults Zion into the corner, causing him to slam face first onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd lets out a huge pop, as Hollywood rolls over and gets back to his feet. He grabs Zion from behind and lands a side suplex and then hooks the leg for the cover.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE--KICKOUT!!
Ricky Cravate: Still not enough to keep the most hated man in PWX down!
[Glaring at the referee, Hollywood gets back up to a knee, grabs Zion by the back of the head, and begins to rifle punches right to the jaw of his opponent. Pulling him up to his feet now, Hollywood sends Zion across the ring with an Irish whip and then bounces off the opposite ropes himself. Zion ducks under a clothesline attempt and they each hit opposing ropes at the same time, and both take to the air with cross body presses and collide in mid-air and both crashing down next to each other on the mat, causing the crowd to let out a big “OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”]
Chris Caudill: HOLY SHIT! Talk about a crash fucking landing!
Ricky Cravate: They’re BOTH dead!
Chris Caudill: I don’t know about THAT...but they’re both in a world of hurt right now!
[The ref begins his standing ten count...]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Ricky Cravate: Neither one of them are showing ANY signs of life here!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Chris Caudill: Zion’s starting to sit up!
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!!
Ricky Cravate: HE’S UP!!!
Chris Caudill: JUST in time!
[Zion staggers towards the ropes, still in obvious pain, as Hollywood finally begins to stir as well. He makes his way up to one knee, and then up to a full vertical base, but isn’t steady on his feet at all. Zion begins to creep towards him and just as Hollywood turns around, he catches him in the jaw with a right hook, spinning him away. Hollywood turns back though and lands a hard overhand right of his own, as the two begin to trade punches in the center of the ring.]
Ricky Cravate: I think we’re in the final stretch here! I don’t think either of these guys can take much more abuse!
Chris Caudill: And it’s Hollywood whose punches don’t seem to be landing quite as hard as Zion’s...and Zion’s taken control!
[Hollywood’s stopped countering, and Zion backs him up into the ropes with a few more hard right hand punches. He hits a stiff chop and then pulls Hollywood out towards the center of the ring, where he signals that it’s over.]
Ricky Cravate: Well, it was a hell of an effort by Hollywood! LONG LIVE KING ZION!
Chris Caudill: I’d agree...but losing to Darin Zion’s nothing to be ashamed of. He’s one of the best out there!
[Zion hits a big boot to the stomach, doubling Hollywood over, and then sets him up once again getting the double underhook. He looks around and smirks at the fans who are booing him loudly, and just before he goes to take to the air and drive Hollywood’s head down into the mat, Hollywood straightens up, taking Zion up on his back, swings him into position, and drops him down with The Executive Promise causing the crowd to explode!]
Ricky Cravate: NO FUCKING WAY!!!
Chris Caudill: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
[Hollywood lays on his back across Zion and hooks his left leg with both arms, pulling as hard as he can.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE----KICKOUT!!
Chris Caudill: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
[The fans are roaring on their feet-waiting for the next move. Both men crawl to their feet-using the ropes as leverage.]
Chris Caudill: This has been one for the ages Ricky!
[Both men turn to each other-and Hollywood goes for another super kick. Zion blocks it-and spins him around-hitting the Zion Effect on him.]
Ricky Cravate: END GAME! RIGHT THERE CHRIS!
[Zion rolls into the cover-hooking the leg:
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREEE-----KICKOUT!!!!]
Ricky Cravate: WHAT THE HELL! Brian Hollywood is on steroids Chris!
[Zion looks shocked. He lifts him up-and immediately locks in a Kimora as the crowd boo's]
Chris Caudill: Darin Zion locking in the End of Days!
Crowd: PLEASE DONT TAP! PLEASE DONT TAP! PLEASE DONT TAP!
[The crowd roars-trying to give Hollywood a second life. He rolls Zion onto his back-and flips over-breaking the submission. He bridges into a cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE----Zion bridges out of it-and turns it around. He lifts Hollywood up for a powerbomb-but the champion lands on his feet. He goes for a lariat-and Zion ducks it-hitting another Zion Effect for good measure.]
Chris Caudill: That has to be it!
[Zion quickly goes for the pin:
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THREEE!!!!!!!!
The bell rings and "Human" reprises.]
Ricky Cravate: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!!!
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner…and the NEW PWX World Champion…DARIN……….ZIIIOOOONNN!!!
[The crowd boo's loudly as Zion celebrates his victory.]
WINNER: DARIN ZION via pinfall @ 23:28
[The crowd boo's loudly as Zion heads up the ramp-celebrating his SECOND PWX World Championship] Chris Caudill: What a night folks! See you next week at Adrenaline 21! ----------------------- © 2005-2012 PWX Entertainment LLC [/b] |
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