Post by PWXonline on Aug 27, 2012 13:45:57 GMT -5
SHOW OPENER
Previously on PWX Adrenaline.....
[Footage of the Carnival Connection debuting is shown]
The Canrival Connection made their impactful PWX Debut, immediately shooting to the top of the Tag Team ranks.
[Shots of Kayla Cross pinning Sara Treats is shown]
And the hot shot Kayla Cross made her presence felt, cementing her status as a fixture in the Hybrid Division.
[Footage of Ojeda cutting Pariah open with a pizza cutter, costing him his match with Tyler Boyd is shown]
The war between Ojeda and Pariah raged on. With one week until New Frontiers, what will happen this week on Adrenaline?
[The opening pyro shoots off as the crowd roars loudly]
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Welcome to PWX Adrenaline! We are live at the PWX Arena, and we are ready for a first time ever meeting: John Pariah takes on Kirsta Lewis!
Ricky: No doubt about it Chris! I think Lewis, the future Number One Contender, will take Pariah to town tonight. Did you know that has been is 0-2 since PWX relaunched?
Chris: Yes, Yes I did....he's had a few pre-occupations...
Ricky: Speaking of pre-occupations....how about Kayla Cross? One match and she's the Number One Contender to the Hybrid Title?
Chris: That's right. We'll see her in action tonight, as she teams with "The Sheriff" John Duke, to take on the duo of "The Phenom" Jason Aries, and the PWX Hybrid Champion-Jacob Rollins!
Ricky: A preview of TWO of our huge Title matches set for New Frontiers. Rollins vs Cross and the Four Way Survive 2 Evolve Match!
Chris: New Frontiers is shaping up to be a huge show for everyone involved!
Ricky: Speaking of huge shows, let's send it to Alexis for our opening contest
Chris: That's right. The Carnival Connection already has a PWX win under their belts, defeating the Pharmicudical Phranchize last week. Tonight? They face the debuting Perfect 10!
[We cut to the ringside area, where Alexis is waiting.]
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JJ Hart vs Raito Shiba
["Liberate' hits the speakers as JJ comes running through the curtain. He stops halfway to the ring, looks left, looks right, smirks and starts heading towards the ring. He rolls in and gives the crowd a gesture. He then starts preparing for his match.]
Alexis Lace: The following match is scheduled for one fall …introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty three pounds, he is JJ Hart.
Chris Caudill: Well, JJ Hart is here and looking to make an impression on everyone in the back tonight. And he has not so tough competition in Raito Shiba, who has been going through a down turn as of late.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, things have gotten so bad for him that we didn’t even televise his interest. Look at him in the ring, so alone, so sad.
Alexis Lace: And his opponent …Raito Shiba!
[Raito, already in the ring, raises his arm to no reaction whatsoever.]
Chris Caudill: Who knows, maybe Raito can pull off the upset tonight.
Ricky Cravate: Or would it be an upset if JJ won?
Chris Caudill: I guess either way, we are going to get an upset in this match. And it looks like we are ready for the opening bell.
[The bell rings JJ Hart starts railing Shiba Raito with lefts and rights. He then gives Raito a headbutt that sends him falling backwards. JJ then lands a running Knee lift on his opponent. With Raito on the mat, JJ Hart starts kicking him in the chest. He then spits on Raito before pulling him back up and landing an STO on the opponent.]
Chris Caudill: JJ Hart showing some great aggression right here and now on Raito Shiba.
Ricky Cravate: I’m actually liking his style thus far. I’m calling it right now: FUTURE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION …in like a month.
Chris Caudill: I think you are thinking way too ahead at this moment.
[Hart is once again on the attack with a release German Suplex to Raito. Hart pulls him back up again and starts slamming his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. After the tenth time Raito’s head hits the turnbuckle, the referee breaks it up and JJ drops Raito on the mat. He starts arguing with the referee. The referee tells him to focus on the match.]
Chris Caudill: And if JJ Hart doesn’t back off a little bit on the offensive, he can get himself counted out here.
Ricky Cravate: He is just letting Raito know who is boss.
[Raito is back on his feet and puts JJ in a sleeper hold. He tries to keep it locked in but JJ Hart begins to fight out of it and slams Raito into the turnbuckle forcing him to break the hold. Raito charges at Hart but Hart lands a European uppercut on him knocking him backwards. Hart then follows up with a DDT that lays out Raito on the mat. He pulls up Raito in for a scoop slam that Raito rolls over into a roll up.]
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Chris Caudill: Raito almost stole this one from Hart …I’m actually impressed.
Ricky Cravate: Yes, I’m impressed that he actually did something.
[JJ kicks out and rolls away from Raito. Raito charges at JJ and clotheslines him over the top rope …but he put too much power in it and he stumbles over the top rope as well. The two are laid outside the ring as the ref begins the count.]
Chris Caudill: And now these men are battling on the outside. They better try to get in the ring fast.
Ricky Cravate: That would be hard to with both men seemingly down and out.
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[JJ comes to his feet and notices that Raito is doing the same. He begins pounding Raito with lefts and rights. Raito begins to fight back.]
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[Raito thinks he has JJ winded and tries to hurry back to the ring …but before he can enter, JJ pulls him aside and slams him into the turnbuckle. JJ takes a few moments to admire his handy work.]
Chris Caudill: Stop showing off and get in the ring.
Ricky Cravate: He definitely is a very confident man isn’t it?
Chris Caudill: Too confident for his own good it seems because here comes Raito.
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[JJ realizes that he is going to be counted out and rushes to the ring …only to get pulled aside by Raito who hits him with a dropkick that sends himbackwards.]
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[Raito again tries making his way back into the ring but before he can get to the apron, JJ nails him with a clothesline to the back of the head. But it was a desperation move as JJ falls back down after trying to prevent Raito getting the victory. But that allows the ref enough time to finish the count.]
Chris Caudill: Well, JJ made sure that Raito wasn’t going to win, but he took himself out in the process. You gotta believe that that is a rookie mistake because the clock is winding down.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, you really have to question the strategy of both men here.
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[The bell rings as the two men get up …looking very upset that neither man won.]
Winner: Double Count Out
Ricky Cravate: Well, that was stupid on the part of both men, now wasn’t it?
Chris Caudill: I guess they’d both rather see the other eliminated via count out than pinning them in the ring. I have a feeling that this was Raito’s last chance to prove himself …maybe next week JJ Hart can show us a little more than he did here tonight.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, we can hope can’t we?
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Purely a Social Call
[The scene opens on John Ojeda's locker room. Marissa Stamm sits, waiting for his arrival, a cigarette burning between her red painted lips. That ever-so-charming, bitchfaced expression etched on her features. She examines her nails as she waits, looking up when he enters.]
Marissa Stamm: Is it poor form to ask who you meant when you said you were gonna go bang your old lady, John?
[Ojeda pauses as he walks in. He pulls the sunglasses off of his face and looks at her with an amused look on his face.]
John "Wrath" Ojeda: Nice to see you too, 'Ris.
[Marissa takes a drag from her cigarette, lazily exhaling a smoke ring with a laugh.]
Marissa Stamm: I didn't just start with a great, big "Fuck you!", you know it's progress. But, really now.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: What do you want me to say 'Ris... you know where I've been. I filmed that shit on Thursday... what time did I stumble in? And what happened?
Marissa Stamm: I felt the need to ask, didn't I? You just forget there's little difference between me being sarcastic and me being a bitch. Besides, you should be flattered I'm concerned. There were times I thought I'd have paid someone to take you off my hands.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: There were offers and you know it. But really... my big issue is this shit with Pariah. I'm sick of this shit. Three fuckings years he's been fucking with me and fucking this place up. He's out of his fucking mind and I don't know who the fuck around me I can trust. I can count on you to have my back if some shit goes down right?
[Marissa stubs her cigarette out on the bottom of her boot, smirking and shaking her head as she stepped over to him.]
Marissa Stamm: Which one of us is asking stupid questions now?
John "Wrath" Ojeda: I know, I know. But, this shit is getting crazy. I'm ending this shit next week though. I just don't think I can play the game with him anymore. It's dumb.
Marissa Stamm: You know I've got your back. Whatever it is that you're up to.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: It's not what I'm up to that I'm worried about. It's what he's up too. Bitch wants to think he's Batman... more like Harvey Dent. Sad thing is... the Joker always runs the show... so I just gottat get something sharp and ask him why he's being so serious? But until then... he can flip his coin and think he's got it all figured out... cuz I'm always two steps ahead of him.
Marissa Stamm: Let him try. We both know how it'll end anyhow.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: And what about you... you got your business taken care of next week or not?
Marissa Stamm: I'll handle myself. You could call this a purely social call.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: Alright then, I got time before I gotta get out there... grab a beer and we'll talk?
Marissa Stamm: Might as well. Feels like I can't even pay someone to get booked around here and they keep digging up people to throw at you. Maybe we'll get back to working together a little more...
[Ojeda wraps an arm around Stamm and leads her out of the locker room and the camera fades to black.]
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Pose-A-Thon
[The lights in the arena shut off for about ten seconds …until the beginning chords of“Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins. As the songs begins, the lights on the rampway begin to have a blue and gold glow on the stage. The lights highlight three figures. Two females stand on each side of the ramp …the tallest one on the left holding up herself to her side with her back arched slightly forward and her right arm out as if she was modeling something, and the shortest one is on the right and not facing her body sideways …but instead just looking off to the side. In-between them stands a male with his arms to his side. Through the shadows, the fans can make out the tallest female is wearing a sash and a tiara while the shortest seems to just be wearing a t-shirt and boots. The male seems to have a microphone linked up to his ear.
Once the song kicks into gear the lights on the stage go up and “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova, “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy, and “Handsome” Harry Hanson hold there poses for a few more minutes letting the fans sink into their beauty. There are a few hoots and hollers as Katrina Nova IS wearing a sash and tiara but over a red bikini and Alexis Prodigy is wearing bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Once the lyrics kick in, Harry points to the ring and they begin to casually walk down the rampway.]
Ricky Cravate: Finally, something to look at.
Chris Caudill: Just what in the hell are they wearing?
Ricky Cravate: I think it is very apparent what they are wearing or lack thereof.
Chris Caudill: But to wrestle in?
Ricky Cravate: Hey, it works for me.
[Katrina gives graceful beauty queen like waves to her (not so) adoring public as Alexis Prodigy has a fake plastic smile on her face and gives high fives to the fans …and then when she turns away rolls her eyes. Harry claps his hands for his ladies as HE begins their introduction.]
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I, “Handsome” Harry Hanson, bring to you pinnacles of poise, perfection, and pro-wrestling, weighing in at a combined weight that is none of your business, hailing from parts in the greatest state in the world, California. Introducing “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova … “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy … THEY ARE THE PERFECT TEN!!!
[They stop on the walkway as Harry makes his way up to the apron and begins to hold it open. As Katrina Nova makes her way up the steel steps, Alexis slides into the ring and ends up in the middle laying down in a pose that is akin to that of a centerfold. Katrina enters through the middle rope that Harry holds open as the crowd boo the ladies and their manager.]
Ricky Cravate: I’ll be honest here …I think they won the award for entrance of all time.
Chris Caudill: But we still haven’t found out if they can wrestle or not.
[Katrina gets on the left turnbuckle as Alexis gets on the right. Katrina kindly blows kisses to her (not really) fans as Alexis gives her fake smile while lifting her arms in the air. Alexis pulls off her t-shirt to reveal a white bikini top right as Katrina takes off her tiara and sash and hands it to Hanson. Alexis flips backwards into the middle of the ring as Katrina slowly dismounts it. Harry stands between his two bikini clad babes as they are each handed microphones.]
Chris Caudill: And just great, we get to hear them speak again.
Ricky Cravate: Shhh …I’m sure whatever they have to say that it is of the utmost importance.
Katrina Nova: I know you have been waiting all week for this moment and now it has finally arrived. You will finally get to see the overall potential of this business reached in the ring. No longer will wrestling be “okay” but instead it will now be perfect. You can no longer be ashamed of your love for this sport because now it will have two figure heads that exemplify beauty. No longer will you be subjected to degenerates dressed as clowns. No longer will “ordinary” prevail. We have finally come to the birth of the Perfect 10 era. Bask in our essence and finally feel free to enjoy the scenery.
Ricky Cravate: God knows I am.
Chris Cravate: Can we please just get on with what we are here for?
Ricky Cravate: I don’t think that would be appropriate of me to do in an arena.
[Katrina raises her arms up letting the crowd enjoy her beautiful as she is greeted with boos. Alexis Prodigy then gets on the microphone. She gives the fans a pout face.]
Alexis Prodigy: What? You don’t think we are cute? You don’t think we are the most attractive things you have ever seen in a wrestling ring? That makes me sad.
[After she breaks the pouty face, she quickly rolls her eyes to show how demeaning that little act is. She then puts herself in a pose that makes her eyes look big and she gives a huge smile.]
Alexis Prodigy: That is okay, I forgive you because tonight, we earn our spot in the New Frontiers tag team title match. And finally, you’ll have two women you are proud to be your champions. And think of how adorable we’ll look with the belts around our waists?
[Again, more boos ..until “Handsome” Harry Hanson steps in-between the two ladies.]
Harry Hanson: Okay, you only boo because you are jealous of what I have graced you with. But after this match, those boos will turn to cheers. And if that isn’t enough, me and the girls decided to give you a little gift of good faith. You see, these ladies are the most photographic wrestlers to ever be in this company, that is why we are going to give you a chance to get them all on film. So ladies and gentlemen, get your cameras ready because we bring to you …a five minute marathon of posing.
Ricky Cravate: YES! These ladies know how to please their fans.
Chris Caudill: WHAT? We have a show going on these idiots are eating up time we could be watching a highly competitive match with …
Ricky Cravate: The greatest thing ever.
[Suddenly, “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” plays again as the two ladies begin to pose in the ring. Katrina turns to her side sticks her leg out while Alexis bumps her butt out just a little bit. They then quickly change poses with Katrina arching her back just a little while Alexis gets on her knees. And this continues with several different poses for a couple of seconds before the commentary team starts to contemplate on exactly what is going on.]
Chris Caudill: Okay, I am being told we thankfully have to go to commercial now. We’ll be back with Perfect 10 Vs. The Carnival Connection.
[The cameras return from commercial as the two ladies are continuing to pose in the ring. Now they are on the turnbuckles posing for the crowd.]
Chris Caudill: And we are back and as you can tell Perfect 10 is still here and still posing in the ring.
Ricky Cravate: It has been a GREAT three minutes, I can’t wait for the last two.
[With about a minute and a half left in their pose-a-thon, The Carnival Connection’s music finally plays.]
Chris Caudill: Oh thank god.
Ricky Cravate: Those bastards!
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Special Tag Team Challenge:
Perfect 10 vs Carnival Connection
[The lights in the arena shut off for about ten seconds …until the beginning chords of“Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins. As the songs begins, the lights on the rampway begin to have a blue and gold glow on the stage. The lights highlight three figures. Two females stand on each side of the ramp …the tallest one on the left holding up herself to her side with her back arched slightly forward and her right arm out as if she was modeling something, and the shortest one is on the right and not facing her body sideways …but instead just looking off to the side. In-between them stands a male with his arms to his side. Through the shadows, the fans can make out the tallest female is wearing a sash and a tiara while the shortest seems to just be wearing a t-shirt and boots. The male seems to have a microphone linked up to his ear.
Once the song kicks into gear the lights on the stage go up and “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova, “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy, and “Handsome” Harry Hanson hold there poses for a few more minutes letting the fans sink into their beauty. There are a few hoots and hollers as Katrina Nova IS wearing a sash and tiara but over a red bikini and Alexis Prodigy is wearing bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Once the lyrics kick in, Harry points to the ring and they begin to casually walk down the rampway.
Katrina gives graceful beauty queen like waves to her (not so) adoring public as Alexis Prodigy has a fake plastic smile on her face and gives high fives to the fans …and then when she turns away rolls her eyes. Harry claps his hands for his ladies as HE begins their introduction.]
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I, “Handsome” Harry Hanson, bring to you pinnacles of poise, perfection, and pro-wrestling, weighing in at a combined weight that is none of your business, hailing from parts in the greatest state in the world, California. Introducing “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova … “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy … THEY ARE THE PERFECT TEN!!!
They stop on the walkway as Harry makes his way up to the apron and begins to hold it open. As Katrina Nova makes her way up the steel steps, Alexis slides into the ring and ends up in the middle laying down in a pose that is akin to that of a centerfold. Katrina enters through the middle rope that Harry holds open as the crowd boo the ladies and their manager.
Katrina gets on the left turnbuckle as Alexis gets on the right. Katrina kindly blows kisses to her (not really) fans as Alexis gives her fake smile while lifting her arms in the air. Alexis pulls off her t-shirt to reveal a white bikini top right as Katrina takes off her tiara and sash and hands it to Hanson. Alexis flips backwards into the middle of the ring as Katrina slowly dismounts it. Harry stands between his two bikini clad babes as they await for the match to start.]
Ricky Cravate: Oh man, this girls are sexy!
Chris Claudill: The question is can they wrestle?
Ricky Cravate I don't care. They're lesbians! And not your average dykey lesbians either. Their the hot kind that hook up on camera for everyone! How is that bad for anyone?!
Chris Claudill: I don't often say this Ricky, but you may have a point! But their opponents probably don't care about that.
[Candelabras line and light the aisle way and fog creeps drifts across the floor. A medium height hooded figure appears atop the entrance ramp arms outstretched into a crucifix pose. The figure begins to raise and cross their arms in an “X” formation as the intro to Juggalo Family by Dark Lotus plays on the PA.
“And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 Juggalos for a hundred mainstream fans. And I said I wouldn’t trade 10 Juggalos for a hundred thousand mainstream fans. 10 Juggalos is priceless to me.”
As the first verse starts two taller cloaked and hooded figures emerge from the fog on either side of the first figure. They begin walking down the aisle, the smallest one leading the way holding their hands together under the rather large sleeves of the cloak.
A few paces behind the larger figures follow side by side holding their hands the same way. The fans throw concessions and shout taunts in their general direction. As they reach the ringside facing the hard camera one of the larger figures offers his hand to the smallest figure so they can walk up the ring steps.
The largest of the three pulls himself upon the ring apron via the top rope in the neutral corner as the smallest makes their way to the middle of the apron as they’re followed up the ring steps by the other figure.
Both of the larger figures hold pull the middle rope up to allow the smaller figure entrance to the ring. They follow stepping through the ropes as the smaller figure repeats the stance from the entrance ramp. As the larger figures take the same stance on either side, the figure removes it’s hood revealing herself to be “Sweet” Sara Treats.]
Alexis Lace: In the ring, hailing from The Carnival Grounds! At a combined weight of three-hundred & 87 2 liters of Faygo! Accompanied to the ring by “Sweet” Sara Treats.
Sara treats reaches up to both figures hoods as they both untie the ropes around their cloaks. They raise their arms in a crucifix pose as Sara pulls their hoods off revealing Mr. Rottentreats and “Sir” Douglas fresh on either side wearing matching black masks with crisp white crosses on their faces.]
Alexis Lace: “Sir” Douglas Fresh aand MIIIIISTTEEERRR ROTTENTREEEEAAAATS! The CARNIVAAAAAL CONNECTION!!
[Sara pulls their cloaks off of them as they both relax, revealing matching black trunks with a white hatchet man outline on the right, along with matching black and white wrestling boots.
They make their way to their corner discussing strategy with Sara as they await their opponent(or for the bell to ring).]
[The match starts off with RottenTreats and Nova in the center of the ring. Nova ties up with RottenTreats and is immediately thrown aside. She rolls back to her feet and charges at Treats, but is caught and launched into the air; and booted in the gut on the way to the mat. RottenTreats runs his mouth in her face, and the crowd starts to get restless. Rottentreats picks her up and whips her into his corner and tags in Fresh. They go to work double teaming Nova, and the ref intervenes when Prodigy tries to step in to save her partner. The ref comes back and starts his count as Fresh takes over. Fresh beats on Nova with a few forearms across the back, and then picks her up, nailing her with a fisherman's buster.]
Chris Claudill: The Carnival Connection has taken over this match in the early goings.
Ricky Cravate: At least they're not hitting them in the face!
Chris Claudill: The Carnival Connection vowed that they would show these girls that wrestling isn't about how good you look; and they're doing just that.
Ricky Cravate: Katrina Nova is taking the worst of it, I must say!
[Nova is down and Fresh goes over and tags in treats. He walks back over and grabs Nova by the legs and starts the giant swing as the ref pushes Prodigy back out of the ring; RottenTreats comes in with a full head of steam and lands a dropkick to the side of Nova's head. Nova goes down in a heap, and Fresh stumbles away, slightly dizzy. Rotten treats goes for a cover.]
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[Prodigy makes the save and starts beating on RottenTreats like her life depends on it. Rottentreats rolls off of Nova and the ref pushes Prodigy back out. Rottentreats is up and running his mouth at Prodigy.]
Ricky Cravate: Poor Katrina Nova, she's getting the crap kicked out of her.
Chris Claudill: There does seem to be harmony in their team though. Prodigy made a big save.
Ricky Cravate: Why would they beat those two up?! They're ruining the hot lesbian action!
Chris Claudill: They were offended, because they're wrestlers!
Ricky Cravate: They're just mad they're ugly!
[Rottentreats turns around, and Nova crawls between his legs and dives to make the tag. Prodigy comes in from the corner with a missile dropkick to Rottentreats. Rottentreats snaps back to his feet, laughing like a madman. Fresh is down on all fours vaguely behind Prodigy; and Rottentreats is closing in. Rottentreats lifts up the mask and reveals his face to Prodigy. Prodigy screams in horror, and backs up, falling over Fresh. Fresh rolls into the girl and goes for a quick pin, but Prodigy kicks out before even the ref can drop for a count. Hanson sees it falling apart and jumps in the ring with a chair. He whacks Douglas Fresh in the head with the chair, but Fresh no-sells the chair shot. Hanson drops the chair, screams like a girl, and goes running. Fresh goes after him, leaving the ref questioning what's going on around ringside.]
Ricky Cravate: That's what a good manager should do! Protect his talent.
Chris Claudill: Yeah, but that was highly ineffective.
Ricky Cravate: How about Rottentreats face. Thank god we were on hard camera and we didn't show his face on TV. No wonder he wears that mask.
Chris Claudill: Far be it from me to judge, but that was truly grotesque
[Rottentreats goes towards the corner as Prodigy rolls out of the ring. She grabs her perfume as Nova climbs to the top rope. Rottentreats comes in and gets sprayed in the eyes with the perfume, and stumbles back blinded. Nova comes off the top with a cross body block and drops to the mat for the pin. Prodigy drops down and holds Rottentreats legs down. The ref slides in for the pin.]
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Winner: Perfect 10 via pinfall @ 5:50
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Cameron Arrives
Cameron Harkness: Pro…Wrestling…X. My people. Many of you haven’t heard of me. Some of you have, and some of you will wish you had. You know my name, but you don’t know my story. No worries, there is still plenty of room on the Cameron Harkness bandwagon. Consider this promo your ticket of admission, good for one.
Heed my warning though, this ride isn’t for the meek and fair-weather. Dreams will be destroyed, feelings will be hurt, faces will be smashed and cookies WILL be devoured. Ladies and gentlemen I give you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth or so help me based god. I’m no knight in shining armor, I’m no super hero. I’m no Superman despite what the ladies might think, and I’m certainly NOT Batman. The Dark Knight rises, but Cameron ascends. A hero saves but I… I spend! I am a Lannister, I always pay my debts!
It is known People of Pro Wrestling X…My…People. A belief is not merely an idea the mind possess; it is an idea that possesses the mind and trust me when I say that belief in me will set you free. Now of course that is by your own initiative and prerogative. There are people backstage that would love to take my head off for simply standing here taking time that they feel belongs to them. Unfortunately, they cannot possibly fathom the immensity of the fuck I do NOT give.
I am who I am, your approval isn’t need. Respect will be earned, not given. If anyone backstage feels otherwise than please by all means step forward and I’ll be happy to respect your face, over and over again with my fist. I most certainly will respect the hell out of you! But enough about that...I’m not going to stand here and ramble on, wrestling is about wrestling, not words. I’ll see you in the ring next week, whomever you may be. HUZZAH!
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Special Attraction
[We fade back into the locker backstage area, where we see Kirsta Lewis and Tyler Boyd walking down the hall and towards the camera just talking quietly between themselves. When they reach the end of the hall where it turns to the left, just as they take the corner, they come face to face with former PWX Champion Dazz – who’s still wearing his street clothes and not dressed for his match yet.]
Dazz: Well lookie lookie, what do we have here?
[Boyd’s face instantly goes cold as his eyes narrow, looking up at the slightly taller man now standing in front of him.]
Boyd: Glad to see you’ve managed to keep yourself out of the clink there, Dazz. Or are you just out on work release?
[Kirsta smirks, but Dazz doesn’t seem to be amused.]
Dazz: Oh, so you lose all your money but now you’ve got jokes, huh? You better watch your step with me, “Main Attraction…”
[The sarcasm is not easily ignored in the emphasis Dazz put on those last two words.]
Boyd: And why’s that? You going to pop a cap in my white ass, homie?
[Dazz puts his hands on his hips and looks around for a few seconds, then shakes his head.]
Dazz: You think I need a damn piece to take your punk ass out, boy?
[The two are suddenly nose to nose, and neither appear to be in a joking mood now.]
Dazz: Don’t make me sign up for one more match next week and remind you just how I’ve spent the better part of the last ten years whoopin’ your ass from coast to coast. You never know…a guy like me who hasn’t tasted blood in a while may come down with blood lust and decide to stick around.
Boyd: You think I’m scared of you, Wesley? You may be the “same ol’ G” you’ve always been…but in the end, you’re just a washed up piece of street trash that PEP chewed up until you were nothing and spit you out into the gutter where you belong. You love to come back for these little “special appearances” because you can get in and then get right back out quick before you’re exposed for what you really are…which is nothing more than a sideshow attraction at best. So go ahead…sign on the dotted line for the long term, Dazz. I’ll go grab Hayes right now. I’m sure he’d love to be credited with bringing back a former PWX Champion, regardless of what a sham your time as champion was. Show me…hell…SHOW THE WORLD…that you’re still what you say you are. But honestly, I don’t think you have it in you…and it’s Ojeda who’s going to prove it to you tonight.
[Dazz’s breathing gets heavier as his eyes narrow even more.]
Dazz: You know what Ty? Why don’t you spend less time worrying about my business, and get back to being the corner man for your bitch, here in her match tonight.
Boyd: My bitch? How about I just make YOU my bitch right now, Dazz.
[Without a second’s hesitation, Boyd shoves Dazz, sending him stepping back a few feet. The rage is burning in Dazz’s eyes, and he charges back at Boyd, tackling him to the concrete floor and into a concession table. Security and other officials immediately jump in to break it up, pulling the two men apart from each other. Amidst the commotion, Darrell Hayes walks into the scene looking concerned.]
Hayes: THAT’S ENOUGH! What’s going on here?
[Boyd and Dazz are still having to be physically restrained from going after each other, and nobody’s paying any attention to Hayes. The Network Executive finally looks over at Kirsta, who’s smiling at the chaos.]
Hayes: Kirsta, what the hell happened here?
[Kirsta smiles at him]
Kirsta: Some things never change, Hayes. Boys will be boys.
[She winks at him and then goes and grabs Boyd by the arm and whispers something to him. He finally stops struggling against the guys holding him back.]
Boyd: I’m good, I’m good…
[He holds up his hands as if to show them he’s calmed down…but then he points at Dazz.]
Boyd: Have fun getting torn to shreds by Wrath tonight…if you survive, and you still want a piece of me…you know how to find me.
[Boyd and Kirsta then go walking down the hall, as Dazz, still being held back, just glares after them until they’re out of sight, while Hayes looks at Dazz with a curious expression.]
Previously on PWX Adrenaline.....
[Footage of the Carnival Connection debuting is shown]
The Canrival Connection made their impactful PWX Debut, immediately shooting to the top of the Tag Team ranks.
[Shots of Kayla Cross pinning Sara Treats is shown]
And the hot shot Kayla Cross made her presence felt, cementing her status as a fixture in the Hybrid Division.
[Footage of Ojeda cutting Pariah open with a pizza cutter, costing him his match with Tyler Boyd is shown]
The war between Ojeda and Pariah raged on. With one week until New Frontiers, what will happen this week on Adrenaline?
[The opening pyro shoots off as the crowd roars loudly]
Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!
Chris: Welcome to PWX Adrenaline! We are live at the PWX Arena, and we are ready for a first time ever meeting: John Pariah takes on Kirsta Lewis!
Ricky: No doubt about it Chris! I think Lewis, the future Number One Contender, will take Pariah to town tonight. Did you know that has been is 0-2 since PWX relaunched?
Chris: Yes, Yes I did....he's had a few pre-occupations...
Ricky: Speaking of pre-occupations....how about Kayla Cross? One match and she's the Number One Contender to the Hybrid Title?
Chris: That's right. We'll see her in action tonight, as she teams with "The Sheriff" John Duke, to take on the duo of "The Phenom" Jason Aries, and the PWX Hybrid Champion-Jacob Rollins!
Ricky: A preview of TWO of our huge Title matches set for New Frontiers. Rollins vs Cross and the Four Way Survive 2 Evolve Match!
Chris: New Frontiers is shaping up to be a huge show for everyone involved!
Ricky: Speaking of huge shows, let's send it to Alexis for our opening contest
Chris: That's right. The Carnival Connection already has a PWX win under their belts, defeating the Pharmicudical Phranchize last week. Tonight? They face the debuting Perfect 10!
[We cut to the ringside area, where Alexis is waiting.]
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JJ Hart vs Raito Shiba
["Liberate' hits the speakers as JJ comes running through the curtain. He stops halfway to the ring, looks left, looks right, smirks and starts heading towards the ring. He rolls in and gives the crowd a gesture. He then starts preparing for his match.]
Alexis Lace: The following match is scheduled for one fall …introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty three pounds, he is JJ Hart.
Chris Caudill: Well, JJ Hart is here and looking to make an impression on everyone in the back tonight. And he has not so tough competition in Raito Shiba, who has been going through a down turn as of late.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, things have gotten so bad for him that we didn’t even televise his interest. Look at him in the ring, so alone, so sad.
Alexis Lace: And his opponent …Raito Shiba!
[Raito, already in the ring, raises his arm to no reaction whatsoever.]
Chris Caudill: Who knows, maybe Raito can pull off the upset tonight.
Ricky Cravate: Or would it be an upset if JJ won?
Chris Caudill: I guess either way, we are going to get an upset in this match. And it looks like we are ready for the opening bell.
[The bell rings JJ Hart starts railing Shiba Raito with lefts and rights. He then gives Raito a headbutt that sends him falling backwards. JJ then lands a running Knee lift on his opponent. With Raito on the mat, JJ Hart starts kicking him in the chest. He then spits on Raito before pulling him back up and landing an STO on the opponent.]
Chris Caudill: JJ Hart showing some great aggression right here and now on Raito Shiba.
Ricky Cravate: I’m actually liking his style thus far. I’m calling it right now: FUTURE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION …in like a month.
Chris Caudill: I think you are thinking way too ahead at this moment.
[Hart is once again on the attack with a release German Suplex to Raito. Hart pulls him back up again and starts slamming his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. After the tenth time Raito’s head hits the turnbuckle, the referee breaks it up and JJ drops Raito on the mat. He starts arguing with the referee. The referee tells him to focus on the match.]
Chris Caudill: And if JJ Hart doesn’t back off a little bit on the offensive, he can get himself counted out here.
Ricky Cravate: He is just letting Raito know who is boss.
[Raito is back on his feet and puts JJ in a sleeper hold. He tries to keep it locked in but JJ Hart begins to fight out of it and slams Raito into the turnbuckle forcing him to break the hold. Raito charges at Hart but Hart lands a European uppercut on him knocking him backwards. Hart then follows up with a DDT that lays out Raito on the mat. He pulls up Raito in for a scoop slam that Raito rolls over into a roll up.]
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Chris Caudill: Raito almost stole this one from Hart …I’m actually impressed.
Ricky Cravate: Yes, I’m impressed that he actually did something.
[JJ kicks out and rolls away from Raito. Raito charges at JJ and clotheslines him over the top rope …but he put too much power in it and he stumbles over the top rope as well. The two are laid outside the ring as the ref begins the count.]
Chris Caudill: And now these men are battling on the outside. They better try to get in the ring fast.
Ricky Cravate: That would be hard to with both men seemingly down and out.
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[JJ comes to his feet and notices that Raito is doing the same. He begins pounding Raito with lefts and rights. Raito begins to fight back.]
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[Raito thinks he has JJ winded and tries to hurry back to the ring …but before he can enter, JJ pulls him aside and slams him into the turnbuckle. JJ takes a few moments to admire his handy work.]
Chris Caudill: Stop showing off and get in the ring.
Ricky Cravate: He definitely is a very confident man isn’t it?
Chris Caudill: Too confident for his own good it seems because here comes Raito.
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[JJ realizes that he is going to be counted out and rushes to the ring …only to get pulled aside by Raito who hits him with a dropkick that sends himbackwards.]
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[Raito again tries making his way back into the ring but before he can get to the apron, JJ nails him with a clothesline to the back of the head. But it was a desperation move as JJ falls back down after trying to prevent Raito getting the victory. But that allows the ref enough time to finish the count.]
Chris Caudill: Well, JJ made sure that Raito wasn’t going to win, but he took himself out in the process. You gotta believe that that is a rookie mistake because the clock is winding down.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, you really have to question the strategy of both men here.
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[The bell rings as the two men get up …looking very upset that neither man won.]
Winner: Double Count Out
Ricky Cravate: Well, that was stupid on the part of both men, now wasn’t it?
Chris Caudill: I guess they’d both rather see the other eliminated via count out than pinning them in the ring. I have a feeling that this was Raito’s last chance to prove himself …maybe next week JJ Hart can show us a little more than he did here tonight.
Ricky Cravate: Yeah, we can hope can’t we?
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Purely a Social Call
[The scene opens on John Ojeda's locker room. Marissa Stamm sits, waiting for his arrival, a cigarette burning between her red painted lips. That ever-so-charming, bitchfaced expression etched on her features. She examines her nails as she waits, looking up when he enters.]
Marissa Stamm: Is it poor form to ask who you meant when you said you were gonna go bang your old lady, John?
[Ojeda pauses as he walks in. He pulls the sunglasses off of his face and looks at her with an amused look on his face.]
John "Wrath" Ojeda: Nice to see you too, 'Ris.
[Marissa takes a drag from her cigarette, lazily exhaling a smoke ring with a laugh.]
Marissa Stamm: I didn't just start with a great, big "Fuck you!", you know it's progress. But, really now.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: What do you want me to say 'Ris... you know where I've been. I filmed that shit on Thursday... what time did I stumble in? And what happened?
Marissa Stamm: I felt the need to ask, didn't I? You just forget there's little difference between me being sarcastic and me being a bitch. Besides, you should be flattered I'm concerned. There were times I thought I'd have paid someone to take you off my hands.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: There were offers and you know it. But really... my big issue is this shit with Pariah. I'm sick of this shit. Three fuckings years he's been fucking with me and fucking this place up. He's out of his fucking mind and I don't know who the fuck around me I can trust. I can count on you to have my back if some shit goes down right?
[Marissa stubs her cigarette out on the bottom of her boot, smirking and shaking her head as she stepped over to him.]
Marissa Stamm: Which one of us is asking stupid questions now?
John "Wrath" Ojeda: I know, I know. But, this shit is getting crazy. I'm ending this shit next week though. I just don't think I can play the game with him anymore. It's dumb.
Marissa Stamm: You know I've got your back. Whatever it is that you're up to.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: It's not what I'm up to that I'm worried about. It's what he's up too. Bitch wants to think he's Batman... more like Harvey Dent. Sad thing is... the Joker always runs the show... so I just gottat get something sharp and ask him why he's being so serious? But until then... he can flip his coin and think he's got it all figured out... cuz I'm always two steps ahead of him.
Marissa Stamm: Let him try. We both know how it'll end anyhow.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: And what about you... you got your business taken care of next week or not?
Marissa Stamm: I'll handle myself. You could call this a purely social call.
John "Wrath" Ojeda: Alright then, I got time before I gotta get out there... grab a beer and we'll talk?
Marissa Stamm: Might as well. Feels like I can't even pay someone to get booked around here and they keep digging up people to throw at you. Maybe we'll get back to working together a little more...
[Ojeda wraps an arm around Stamm and leads her out of the locker room and the camera fades to black.]
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Pose-A-Thon
[The lights in the arena shut off for about ten seconds …until the beginning chords of“Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins. As the songs begins, the lights on the rampway begin to have a blue and gold glow on the stage. The lights highlight three figures. Two females stand on each side of the ramp …the tallest one on the left holding up herself to her side with her back arched slightly forward and her right arm out as if she was modeling something, and the shortest one is on the right and not facing her body sideways …but instead just looking off to the side. In-between them stands a male with his arms to his side. Through the shadows, the fans can make out the tallest female is wearing a sash and a tiara while the shortest seems to just be wearing a t-shirt and boots. The male seems to have a microphone linked up to his ear.
Once the song kicks into gear the lights on the stage go up and “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova, “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy, and “Handsome” Harry Hanson hold there poses for a few more minutes letting the fans sink into their beauty. There are a few hoots and hollers as Katrina Nova IS wearing a sash and tiara but over a red bikini and Alexis Prodigy is wearing bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Once the lyrics kick in, Harry points to the ring and they begin to casually walk down the rampway.]
Ricky Cravate: Finally, something to look at.
Chris Caudill: Just what in the hell are they wearing?
Ricky Cravate: I think it is very apparent what they are wearing or lack thereof.
Chris Caudill: But to wrestle in?
Ricky Cravate: Hey, it works for me.
[Katrina gives graceful beauty queen like waves to her (not so) adoring public as Alexis Prodigy has a fake plastic smile on her face and gives high fives to the fans …and then when she turns away rolls her eyes. Harry claps his hands for his ladies as HE begins their introduction.]
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I, “Handsome” Harry Hanson, bring to you pinnacles of poise, perfection, and pro-wrestling, weighing in at a combined weight that is none of your business, hailing from parts in the greatest state in the world, California. Introducing “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova … “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy … THEY ARE THE PERFECT TEN!!!
[They stop on the walkway as Harry makes his way up to the apron and begins to hold it open. As Katrina Nova makes her way up the steel steps, Alexis slides into the ring and ends up in the middle laying down in a pose that is akin to that of a centerfold. Katrina enters through the middle rope that Harry holds open as the crowd boo the ladies and their manager.]
Ricky Cravate: I’ll be honest here …I think they won the award for entrance of all time.
Chris Caudill: But we still haven’t found out if they can wrestle or not.
[Katrina gets on the left turnbuckle as Alexis gets on the right. Katrina kindly blows kisses to her (not really) fans as Alexis gives her fake smile while lifting her arms in the air. Alexis pulls off her t-shirt to reveal a white bikini top right as Katrina takes off her tiara and sash and hands it to Hanson. Alexis flips backwards into the middle of the ring as Katrina slowly dismounts it. Harry stands between his two bikini clad babes as they are each handed microphones.]
Chris Caudill: And just great, we get to hear them speak again.
Ricky Cravate: Shhh …I’m sure whatever they have to say that it is of the utmost importance.
Katrina Nova: I know you have been waiting all week for this moment and now it has finally arrived. You will finally get to see the overall potential of this business reached in the ring. No longer will wrestling be “okay” but instead it will now be perfect. You can no longer be ashamed of your love for this sport because now it will have two figure heads that exemplify beauty. No longer will you be subjected to degenerates dressed as clowns. No longer will “ordinary” prevail. We have finally come to the birth of the Perfect 10 era. Bask in our essence and finally feel free to enjoy the scenery.
Ricky Cravate: God knows I am.
Chris Cravate: Can we please just get on with what we are here for?
Ricky Cravate: I don’t think that would be appropriate of me to do in an arena.
[Katrina raises her arms up letting the crowd enjoy her beautiful as she is greeted with boos. Alexis Prodigy then gets on the microphone. She gives the fans a pout face.]
Alexis Prodigy: What? You don’t think we are cute? You don’t think we are the most attractive things you have ever seen in a wrestling ring? That makes me sad.
[After she breaks the pouty face, she quickly rolls her eyes to show how demeaning that little act is. She then puts herself in a pose that makes her eyes look big and she gives a huge smile.]
Alexis Prodigy: That is okay, I forgive you because tonight, we earn our spot in the New Frontiers tag team title match. And finally, you’ll have two women you are proud to be your champions. And think of how adorable we’ll look with the belts around our waists?
[Again, more boos ..until “Handsome” Harry Hanson steps in-between the two ladies.]
Harry Hanson: Okay, you only boo because you are jealous of what I have graced you with. But after this match, those boos will turn to cheers. And if that isn’t enough, me and the girls decided to give you a little gift of good faith. You see, these ladies are the most photographic wrestlers to ever be in this company, that is why we are going to give you a chance to get them all on film. So ladies and gentlemen, get your cameras ready because we bring to you …a five minute marathon of posing.
Ricky Cravate: YES! These ladies know how to please their fans.
Chris Caudill: WHAT? We have a show going on these idiots are eating up time we could be watching a highly competitive match with …
Ricky Cravate: The greatest thing ever.
[Suddenly, “Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” plays again as the two ladies begin to pose in the ring. Katrina turns to her side sticks her leg out while Alexis bumps her butt out just a little bit. They then quickly change poses with Katrina arching her back just a little while Alexis gets on her knees. And this continues with several different poses for a couple of seconds before the commentary team starts to contemplate on exactly what is going on.]
Chris Caudill: Okay, I am being told we thankfully have to go to commercial now. We’ll be back with Perfect 10 Vs. The Carnival Connection.
[The cameras return from commercial as the two ladies are continuing to pose in the ring. Now they are on the turnbuckles posing for the crowd.]
Chris Caudill: And we are back and as you can tell Perfect 10 is still here and still posing in the ring.
Ricky Cravate: It has been a GREAT three minutes, I can’t wait for the last two.
[With about a minute and a half left in their pose-a-thon, The Carnival Connection’s music finally plays.]
Chris Caudill: Oh thank god.
Ricky Cravate: Those bastards!
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Special Tag Team Challenge:
Perfect 10 vs Carnival Connection
[The lights in the arena shut off for about ten seconds …until the beginning chords of“Hold Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins. As the songs begins, the lights on the rampway begin to have a blue and gold glow on the stage. The lights highlight three figures. Two females stand on each side of the ramp …the tallest one on the left holding up herself to her side with her back arched slightly forward and her right arm out as if she was modeling something, and the shortest one is on the right and not facing her body sideways …but instead just looking off to the side. In-between them stands a male with his arms to his side. Through the shadows, the fans can make out the tallest female is wearing a sash and a tiara while the shortest seems to just be wearing a t-shirt and boots. The male seems to have a microphone linked up to his ear.
Once the song kicks into gear the lights on the stage go up and “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova, “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy, and “Handsome” Harry Hanson hold there poses for a few more minutes letting the fans sink into their beauty. There are a few hoots and hollers as Katrina Nova IS wearing a sash and tiara but over a red bikini and Alexis Prodigy is wearing bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Once the lyrics kick in, Harry points to the ring and they begin to casually walk down the rampway.
Katrina gives graceful beauty queen like waves to her (not so) adoring public as Alexis Prodigy has a fake plastic smile on her face and gives high fives to the fans …and then when she turns away rolls her eyes. Harry claps his hands for his ladies as HE begins their introduction.]
“Handsome” Harry Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I, “Handsome” Harry Hanson, bring to you pinnacles of poise, perfection, and pro-wrestling, weighing in at a combined weight that is none of your business, hailing from parts in the greatest state in the world, California. Introducing “Little Miss Perfect” Katrina Nova … “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy … THEY ARE THE PERFECT TEN!!!
They stop on the walkway as Harry makes his way up to the apron and begins to hold it open. As Katrina Nova makes her way up the steel steps, Alexis slides into the ring and ends up in the middle laying down in a pose that is akin to that of a centerfold. Katrina enters through the middle rope that Harry holds open as the crowd boo the ladies and their manager.
Katrina gets on the left turnbuckle as Alexis gets on the right. Katrina kindly blows kisses to her (not really) fans as Alexis gives her fake smile while lifting her arms in the air. Alexis pulls off her t-shirt to reveal a white bikini top right as Katrina takes off her tiara and sash and hands it to Hanson. Alexis flips backwards into the middle of the ring as Katrina slowly dismounts it. Harry stands between his two bikini clad babes as they await for the match to start.]
Ricky Cravate: Oh man, this girls are sexy!
Chris Claudill: The question is can they wrestle?
Ricky Cravate I don't care. They're lesbians! And not your average dykey lesbians either. Their the hot kind that hook up on camera for everyone! How is that bad for anyone?!
Chris Claudill: I don't often say this Ricky, but you may have a point! But their opponents probably don't care about that.
[Candelabras line and light the aisle way and fog creeps drifts across the floor. A medium height hooded figure appears atop the entrance ramp arms outstretched into a crucifix pose. The figure begins to raise and cross their arms in an “X” formation as the intro to Juggalo Family by Dark Lotus plays on the PA.
“And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 Juggalos for a hundred mainstream fans. And I said I wouldn’t trade 10 Juggalos for a hundred thousand mainstream fans. 10 Juggalos is priceless to me.”
As the first verse starts two taller cloaked and hooded figures emerge from the fog on either side of the first figure. They begin walking down the aisle, the smallest one leading the way holding their hands together under the rather large sleeves of the cloak.
A few paces behind the larger figures follow side by side holding their hands the same way. The fans throw concessions and shout taunts in their general direction. As they reach the ringside facing the hard camera one of the larger figures offers his hand to the smallest figure so they can walk up the ring steps.
The largest of the three pulls himself upon the ring apron via the top rope in the neutral corner as the smallest makes their way to the middle of the apron as they’re followed up the ring steps by the other figure.
Both of the larger figures hold pull the middle rope up to allow the smaller figure entrance to the ring. They follow stepping through the ropes as the smaller figure repeats the stance from the entrance ramp. As the larger figures take the same stance on either side, the figure removes it’s hood revealing herself to be “Sweet” Sara Treats.]
Alexis Lace: In the ring, hailing from The Carnival Grounds! At a combined weight of three-hundred & 87 2 liters of Faygo! Accompanied to the ring by “Sweet” Sara Treats.
Sara treats reaches up to both figures hoods as they both untie the ropes around their cloaks. They raise their arms in a crucifix pose as Sara pulls their hoods off revealing Mr. Rottentreats and “Sir” Douglas fresh on either side wearing matching black masks with crisp white crosses on their faces.]
Alexis Lace: “Sir” Douglas Fresh aand MIIIIISTTEEERRR ROTTENTREEEEAAAATS! The CARNIVAAAAAL CONNECTION!!
[Sara pulls their cloaks off of them as they both relax, revealing matching black trunks with a white hatchet man outline on the right, along with matching black and white wrestling boots.
They make their way to their corner discussing strategy with Sara as they await their opponent(or for the bell to ring).]
[The match starts off with RottenTreats and Nova in the center of the ring. Nova ties up with RottenTreats and is immediately thrown aside. She rolls back to her feet and charges at Treats, but is caught and launched into the air; and booted in the gut on the way to the mat. RottenTreats runs his mouth in her face, and the crowd starts to get restless. Rottentreats picks her up and whips her into his corner and tags in Fresh. They go to work double teaming Nova, and the ref intervenes when Prodigy tries to step in to save her partner. The ref comes back and starts his count as Fresh takes over. Fresh beats on Nova with a few forearms across the back, and then picks her up, nailing her with a fisherman's buster.]
Chris Claudill: The Carnival Connection has taken over this match in the early goings.
Ricky Cravate: At least they're not hitting them in the face!
Chris Claudill: The Carnival Connection vowed that they would show these girls that wrestling isn't about how good you look; and they're doing just that.
Ricky Cravate: Katrina Nova is taking the worst of it, I must say!
[Nova is down and Fresh goes over and tags in treats. He walks back over and grabs Nova by the legs and starts the giant swing as the ref pushes Prodigy back out of the ring; RottenTreats comes in with a full head of steam and lands a dropkick to the side of Nova's head. Nova goes down in a heap, and Fresh stumbles away, slightly dizzy. Rotten treats goes for a cover.]
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[Prodigy makes the save and starts beating on RottenTreats like her life depends on it. Rottentreats rolls off of Nova and the ref pushes Prodigy back out. Rottentreats is up and running his mouth at Prodigy.]
Ricky Cravate: Poor Katrina Nova, she's getting the crap kicked out of her.
Chris Claudill: There does seem to be harmony in their team though. Prodigy made a big save.
Ricky Cravate: Why would they beat those two up?! They're ruining the hot lesbian action!
Chris Claudill: They were offended, because they're wrestlers!
Ricky Cravate: They're just mad they're ugly!
[Rottentreats turns around, and Nova crawls between his legs and dives to make the tag. Prodigy comes in from the corner with a missile dropkick to Rottentreats. Rottentreats snaps back to his feet, laughing like a madman. Fresh is down on all fours vaguely behind Prodigy; and Rottentreats is closing in. Rottentreats lifts up the mask and reveals his face to Prodigy. Prodigy screams in horror, and backs up, falling over Fresh. Fresh rolls into the girl and goes for a quick pin, but Prodigy kicks out before even the ref can drop for a count. Hanson sees it falling apart and jumps in the ring with a chair. He whacks Douglas Fresh in the head with the chair, but Fresh no-sells the chair shot. Hanson drops the chair, screams like a girl, and goes running. Fresh goes after him, leaving the ref questioning what's going on around ringside.]
Ricky Cravate: That's what a good manager should do! Protect his talent.
Chris Claudill: Yeah, but that was highly ineffective.
Ricky Cravate: How about Rottentreats face. Thank god we were on hard camera and we didn't show his face on TV. No wonder he wears that mask.
Chris Claudill: Far be it from me to judge, but that was truly grotesque
[Rottentreats goes towards the corner as Prodigy rolls out of the ring. She grabs her perfume as Nova climbs to the top rope. Rottentreats comes in and gets sprayed in the eyes with the perfume, and stumbles back blinded. Nova comes off the top with a cross body block and drops to the mat for the pin. Prodigy drops down and holds Rottentreats legs down. The ref slides in for the pin.]
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Winner: Perfect 10 via pinfall @ 5:50
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Cameron Arrives
Cameron Harkness: Pro…Wrestling…X. My people. Many of you haven’t heard of me. Some of you have, and some of you will wish you had. You know my name, but you don’t know my story. No worries, there is still plenty of room on the Cameron Harkness bandwagon. Consider this promo your ticket of admission, good for one.
Heed my warning though, this ride isn’t for the meek and fair-weather. Dreams will be destroyed, feelings will be hurt, faces will be smashed and cookies WILL be devoured. Ladies and gentlemen I give you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth or so help me based god. I’m no knight in shining armor, I’m no super hero. I’m no Superman despite what the ladies might think, and I’m certainly NOT Batman. The Dark Knight rises, but Cameron ascends. A hero saves but I… I spend! I am a Lannister, I always pay my debts!
It is known People of Pro Wrestling X…My…People. A belief is not merely an idea the mind possess; it is an idea that possesses the mind and trust me when I say that belief in me will set you free. Now of course that is by your own initiative and prerogative. There are people backstage that would love to take my head off for simply standing here taking time that they feel belongs to them. Unfortunately, they cannot possibly fathom the immensity of the fuck I do NOT give.
I am who I am, your approval isn’t need. Respect will be earned, not given. If anyone backstage feels otherwise than please by all means step forward and I’ll be happy to respect your face, over and over again with my fist. I most certainly will respect the hell out of you! But enough about that...I’m not going to stand here and ramble on, wrestling is about wrestling, not words. I’ll see you in the ring next week, whomever you may be. HUZZAH!
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Special Attraction
[We fade back into the locker backstage area, where we see Kirsta Lewis and Tyler Boyd walking down the hall and towards the camera just talking quietly between themselves. When they reach the end of the hall where it turns to the left, just as they take the corner, they come face to face with former PWX Champion Dazz – who’s still wearing his street clothes and not dressed for his match yet.]
Dazz: Well lookie lookie, what do we have here?
[Boyd’s face instantly goes cold as his eyes narrow, looking up at the slightly taller man now standing in front of him.]
Boyd: Glad to see you’ve managed to keep yourself out of the clink there, Dazz. Or are you just out on work release?
[Kirsta smirks, but Dazz doesn’t seem to be amused.]
Dazz: Oh, so you lose all your money but now you’ve got jokes, huh? You better watch your step with me, “Main Attraction…”
[The sarcasm is not easily ignored in the emphasis Dazz put on those last two words.]
Boyd: And why’s that? You going to pop a cap in my white ass, homie?
[Dazz puts his hands on his hips and looks around for a few seconds, then shakes his head.]
Dazz: You think I need a damn piece to take your punk ass out, boy?
[The two are suddenly nose to nose, and neither appear to be in a joking mood now.]
Dazz: Don’t make me sign up for one more match next week and remind you just how I’ve spent the better part of the last ten years whoopin’ your ass from coast to coast. You never know…a guy like me who hasn’t tasted blood in a while may come down with blood lust and decide to stick around.
Boyd: You think I’m scared of you, Wesley? You may be the “same ol’ G” you’ve always been…but in the end, you’re just a washed up piece of street trash that PEP chewed up until you were nothing and spit you out into the gutter where you belong. You love to come back for these little “special appearances” because you can get in and then get right back out quick before you’re exposed for what you really are…which is nothing more than a sideshow attraction at best. So go ahead…sign on the dotted line for the long term, Dazz. I’ll go grab Hayes right now. I’m sure he’d love to be credited with bringing back a former PWX Champion, regardless of what a sham your time as champion was. Show me…hell…SHOW THE WORLD…that you’re still what you say you are. But honestly, I don’t think you have it in you…and it’s Ojeda who’s going to prove it to you tonight.
[Dazz’s breathing gets heavier as his eyes narrow even more.]
Dazz: You know what Ty? Why don’t you spend less time worrying about my business, and get back to being the corner man for your bitch, here in her match tonight.
Boyd: My bitch? How about I just make YOU my bitch right now, Dazz.
[Without a second’s hesitation, Boyd shoves Dazz, sending him stepping back a few feet. The rage is burning in Dazz’s eyes, and he charges back at Boyd, tackling him to the concrete floor and into a concession table. Security and other officials immediately jump in to break it up, pulling the two men apart from each other. Amidst the commotion, Darrell Hayes walks into the scene looking concerned.]
Hayes: THAT’S ENOUGH! What’s going on here?
[Boyd and Dazz are still having to be physically restrained from going after each other, and nobody’s paying any attention to Hayes. The Network Executive finally looks over at Kirsta, who’s smiling at the chaos.]
Hayes: Kirsta, what the hell happened here?
[Kirsta smiles at him]
Kirsta: Some things never change, Hayes. Boys will be boys.
[She winks at him and then goes and grabs Boyd by the arm and whispers something to him. He finally stops struggling against the guys holding him back.]
Boyd: I’m good, I’m good…
[He holds up his hands as if to show them he’s calmed down…but then he points at Dazz.]
Boyd: Have fun getting torn to shreds by Wrath tonight…if you survive, and you still want a piece of me…you know how to find me.
[Boyd and Kirsta then go walking down the hall, as Dazz, still being held back, just glares after them until they’re out of sight, while Hayes looks at Dazz with a curious expression.]
