Post by PWXonline on Aug 27, 2012 13:51:02 GMT -5
SHOW OPENER:
Previously on Pro Wrestling X....
[Footage from James Silkk's opening promo is shown]
The Abstract made his pressence felt, and explained why he betrayed his own brother on Adrenaline...
[Footage of the assault on Pariah, including the return of Lillith Morgan is shown]
After such a violent beating, will Pariah be 100% for his tag team war tonight? And what is Lillith's involvement?
[Footage from the formation of the Conglomerate is shown, juxtaposed with Kirsta winning the Evolution Title]
Who will dare stand in the way of Tyler Boyd and his conglomerate?
Find out this, and much more as PWX gets Extreme...
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Singles Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Sir Douglas Fresh
[The match opened up with Hollywood coming out of the gate fast against Fresh. Hollywood gets the upper hand quickly after catching Fresh with a nasty lariat. Hollywood picks up Fresh and launches him into the corner. Hollywood comes in and nails Fresh with a huge running knee that puts Fresh in a big time daze. Hollywood capitalizes on it and clotheslines Fresh out of the ring. Fresh gets up quickly and goes back into the ring. Fresh battles back momentarily, but Hollywood cuts him off with a huge european uppercut. Fresh stumbles into the corner and comes running back at Hollywood in a daze. Hollywood nails the Executive Promise, and rolls Fresh up quickly.]
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Winner: Brian Hollywood via Pinfall @ 4:45
Ricky Cravate: There's been a lot of hype over the Carny Connect, but they've just been bad the last few weeks.
Chris Claudill: Maybe playing in the big leagues ran them out of gas.
Ricky Cravate: Who knows, we sure hope the guys we saw when they first came in come back though. They were a lot of fun.
Chris Claudill: That they were Ricky, but Hollywood put down Doug Fresh pretty handily.
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["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blares over the PA System and Darin Zion immediately brings in a microphone. The crowd immediately starts chanting "Fuck That Shit," at the top of their lungs. Darin Zion, who usually bares a gigantically stupid grin across his face, now stares a hole directly into the camera, completely angry. Brian continues to smile completely in a cheerful mood as Darin proceeds to lift the microphone up and start speak.]
Darin Zion - "Hey, Hayes! Instead of sitting your damn corporate ass behind your shit covered desk and trying to find ways to continually bury Brian and I's careers, I have a brilliant idea! Why don't you bring your million dollar ass down to this ring tonight, face us like men along with your little puppets, who by the way, got their asses handed to them ONCE again, and sign our match choice into PWX law."
[With a bright smile upon his face, Hollywood steps in front of the camera for a moment. The camera pans over to Zion who continues to stare a hole through Hollywood, almost as if he doesn't realize his partner stands right in front of him.]
Brian Hollywood - "Hey, Zion! I know you're a little too focused your work and issues the past few weeks, but if you haven't gotten this week's memo from Darrell Hayes."
[Brian immediately reaches into his trunks and pulls out a long rolled up scroll. Darin immediately wakes the hell up out of his trance and proceeds to make a smart ass comment.]
Darin Zion - "God damn, your scroll is SOOOO HUGE!'
Brian Hollywood - "It's more than we can say about Hayes."
Crowd - "OH!"
[While the crowd continues to laugh for a moment, Darin Zion immediately has to hold back laughter as Hollywood continues speaking. Hollywood walks down towards the announcer's booth and immediately steals Ricky's glasses. Ricky almost fights him, but Hollywood glares at him as he starts to read off the scroll.]
Brian Hollywood - "And I quote, oh wait, wrong television show. Sorry Mitchell Cole! I, Darrell Hayes, do not want to deal with your bullshit right now. No, I'm not talking about that live bull you two bastards placed in my office a few weeks ago to deal with, I'm talking the metaphorical bullshit you two continually pull on Darrell Hayes' Adrenaline."
Darin Zion - "Cute! Darrell Hayes apparently thinks he's important enough to refer to Darrell Hayes in the third person. Maybe I should try it....DAARRRRIIINNNN...."
[Hollywood clears his throat and Zion immediately cuts off his trademark singles catchphrase. As Darin turns and looks at Hollywood, Brian rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]
Brian Hollywood - "I swear, some people just love to hear themselves talk. I wouldn't want to refer to anyone by name *coughZionanddon'tyouforgetingcough*"
Darin Zion - "Get to the point now!"
Brian Hollywood - "So I'm currently asking you two leave me alone tonight and just announce your match stipulation upon Twitter. It's important that I attend to some network business before Full Throttle, so please for the love of God don't pull any of your shenanigans tonight."
[As Brian immediately rolls up the scroll, Darin gasps in complete shock. Brian immediately tosses the scroll into the crowd and little Johnny in the sixth row catches it. Darin acts almost terrified after he gets the news. He starts running around the ring almost like a child panicking.]
Darin Zion - "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! "
Brian Hollywood - "Did you do something without consulting me again?"
Darin Zion (who immediately stops in his tracks) -"Well, you know how you did that with hiding the bull in Hayes' office? I sort of...DID...actually pull my own stunt. Hey Lester, please tune our fine audience into camera 480 please."
Brian Hollywood - "Oh fuck! You didn't!"
Darin Zion - "Yeah, I did, and thank God we didn't set up the microphones. It allows us to put some classic commentary upon this picture. And trust me Hollywood, you're going to want to put some commentary to this."
[Immediately, the PWX Tron switches over to Darrell Hayes' personal lounge. We see Darrell Hayes walking over to a fancy, redwood table. He currently wears a pink "Kiss the Cook apron" across his sleek, brand new Armani suit. He sits down in front of his delicious meal: baked turkey, mashed potatoes, white wine served in nice extravagant crystal classes. He immediately puts a napkin in his lap and then smiles rather romantically as a fat, yet wrinkly 70 year old woman walks into the room. The crowd immediately starts to laugh hysterically.]
Brian Hollywood - "What the fuck did I tell you about ordering Grannies Gone Wild and showing it to our PWX. God damnit Zion, this is rated PG..."
Darin Zion - "13 damnit! PG 13! This isn't THAT show. And that my friends is Darrell for you. Just another #failure for you guys."
Brian Hollywood - "Then again, it's probably the only woman that would date him too."
Crowd - "Hayes loves Grannies! *clap clap clap clap clap*
[Immediately, Darrell pulls out the chair for the old lady and lets her sit down. He immediately plants a kiss upon her cheek.]
Darin Zion - "Damnit Hayes! You're supposed to wait until she's drunk. She might not want to remember your ugly face."
Brian Hollywood - "Or realize that fact you'll probably rape her!"
Darin Zion - "Easy boy, our network friend would never do that. It's against his morals. Or at least against the 1000 page handbook the network handed out to all PWX superstars before we reopened. "
Brian Hollywood - "I smell lawsuit!"
[Darrell immediately grabs the bottle of wine and pour both himself and his "date" a class. Both laugh for a moment and knock together their classes. The camera immediately pans upon Darrell's face for a moment. He smiles and relaxes rather comfortably. He lifts the glass towards his face.]
Brian Hollywood - "I think this is the time where you should cut this segment short."
Darin Zion - "Yeah, after all we have to reveal our match stipulation for Full Throttle....or has that been my plan all along."
Brian Hollywood - "Wait, you didn't!"
Darin Zion - "Why do you even bother asking that question after all these years. You know the answer. Hey Lester, do your pal a favor. Please execute plan 66, and please, would you patch in the sound on both ends after it's finished."
Shawn Lester (through the PA System) - "10/4 good buddy!"
[Immediately, the cameras pull back and we hear a gigantic explosion in the background as the turkey, mashed potatoes, glass, and wine fly EVERYWHERE. Some of it hits the older lady while some of it hits Darrell directly in the face. Suddenly the camera pans out as the crowd immediately pops as they see a table burning in the background. Zion immediately lays forward on the table as you can see a livid Darrell Hayes upon the PWX tron.]
Darin Zion - "You don't have the time for us but you have time for some stupid clowns? Well Mr. Hayes, I will take responsibility for ruining your 'date' tonight. Geez, you ditch us for your grandmother."
Brian Hollywood - "Yeah, didn't you ever hear the statement bros before grandhos?"
Crowd - "Bros before Grandhos! Bros before Grandhos!"
Darin Zion - "I took the liberty of giving you a small demonstration of what match I chose for Full Throttle. But I'll give you a hint, it's not the ass explosion match you would have chosen later on for tonight with your cougar there."
[Brian turns and stares at Darin for a moment.]
Brian Hollywood - "Geez, don't talk about her like that, she's a nice lady!"
Darin Zion - "Not if she's with Dirty Darrell there. I wonder if she caught herpes or something. "
Crowd - "HERPES! HERPES! HERPES!"
Darin Zion - "No, Darrell, as you can see, your table is now a flaming. Yes, I could make a joke about how you're really gay right now, and I'm sure Hollywood wants to extend the same joke, but it's time to cut to business. It'll be The Hollywood Boyz versus The Carnival Connection in a FLAMING TABLES match. We plan on ending your two little ass clowns reign of ass kissing at Full Throttle. And much like how both my partner and I smeared their asses all over the ring these past two weeks, if you dare get involved, well, we talked to our buddy Pariah, and we elected to add this stipulation to your match."
[Brian once again starts to clear his throat and immediately has another scroll lined up in his hand.]
Brian Hollywood - "And I quote...AGAIN...if Mr. Darrell Hayes decides to get involved, PWX will TERMINATE HIM!"
Crowd - "FIRE HAYES! FIRE HAYES!"
[The camera focuses back upon Darin Zion, who has a grin from ear to ear.]
Darin Zion - "And if you aren't down with that, then we've got three words for you."
Brian, Darin, Crowd: "FUCK THAT SHIT!"
["Bully" by Shinedown blares on the PA system as both Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood grab their Tag Team Titles and start climbing through the crowd.]
Ricky - "Complete and utter disrespect for Darrell Hayes, that pretty much sums that stunt by those two. After what we just saw, I know the Carnies will win the belts."
Chris - "I don't know, but I must admit, both Zion and Hollywood mean business this Sunday. They wanted to get their shenanigans out of the way before the business picks up. But with their focus off the Carnies because they've made such easy work of them the past two weeks, we have to wonder, is there something the Carnies have planned?'
[The scene fades to black as The Hollywood Boyz celebrate in the crowd.]
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[Up in the rafters of Villanova Stadium, Tweeder is sitting there having a drink of Stella and smoking a cigarette]
Tweeder: With all the talk going around, I would say it is election year which is fitting. Everyone trying to gain one up on the other just because they think it is the cool thing to do. Promises being made only to be broken later. Others will talk the big game, but go down faster than Glasgow Rangers. Look at Jacob Rollins who was supposed to be the all-conquering Hybrid champion, but he skipped out just when things were heating up. He couldn’t handle it. My tag team partner tonight, John Pariah thinks I’m an alcoholic just because I enjoy a few drinks. Can we even trust each other tonight? Maybe, but only if he can put personal feelings about of opponents aside. None of this is rocket science, but I’m sure the network is already looking at ways to try to fix the mole hills they have turned into mountains.
[Taking a slip of the lager before continuing.]
Friends betraying each other because they are going after the same prize, but at what cost? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you to try to discuss things like to adults and you act like you are Zeus and don’t have to answer to anyone. You ignore me? I will ignore you. If you don't start the conversation, we won't talk. If you don't put in the effort, why should I? I know this isn’t the boy scouts, but come on. What are you doing Ojeda? Standing in my ring, thinking I am scared of fans bring the weapons match? You think you're pretty tough? Is this what you want?
[Tweeder pauses to take a drag of his cigarette.]
The condition I am going to leave you in tonight and then a week from tonight is a result of your own selfishness. I hope you understand that you have to be hurt tonight because my words apparently were not getting through to you and a show of force unfortunately became necessary. But I am going to pity you Ojeda when you are laying there in a weaken state because maybe I didn’t realize just how far the trench you dug in your personal war with Pariah had gotten. We all need a haven, a sanctuary, a place to hide, a place to escape, a place to dream and hope, a place where the darkness won't seem so frightening. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. But for some the darkness is a relentless enemy that cannot be eluded. And once the darkness senses your fear, once it senses your pain, it is never far behind. I can empathize with you Ojeda. I really do. I can understand your futilely, I can feel your hopelessness. I feel your pain, but you have to keep enduring it for some time. I hope by Full Throttle to give you the cure you are seeking.
Tonight will be a warm up of things to come and while I won’t drop any name, there are plenty of people who should pay attention. Shit is about to real serious now.
[Camera fades]
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Darin Zion vs Marissa Stamm
[The match kicks off with Zion and Stamm tying up in the center of the ring. Zion quickly backs Stamm into the corner and goes to work with chops. Stamm counters with an elbow and then spins Zion back into the corner. Stamm unleases a series of kicks that work up from Zion's leg, ending with a big roundhouse to the head. Zion dips out of the ring after the kick to regain his composure. Zion grabs Stamm by the legs and pulls her outside. Zion launches Stamm over the guard railing and into the laps of the unsuspecting fans from Philadelphia. Zion goes to charge and dive over the guard railing onto Stamm but she nails him with a chair from the fans. Marissa picks up Zion and whips him into some chairs. Zion gets up and the two start to brawl across the arena, trading blows everywhere they go.]
Chris Claudill: We didn't expect them to brawl all over the building Ricky.
Ricky Cravate: These two know each other Chris, there must be some bad blood there.
Chris Claudill: Either way Ricky, they are giving the fans a show.
[The action spills back into the ring as Zion gets the upper hand. Zion nails Marissa with a couple of suplexes, but Marissa struggles back to her feet. Zion charges off the ropes for a lariat and gets caught with a big dropkick for his troubles. Marissa dives on top of Zion into the mount position and starts to rain down punches at Zion's head. Zion counters and hooks in the End of Days (kimura). Marissa struggles against the lock and works her way towards the ropes. After what seems like forever. Marissa gets to the ropes and Zion immediately breaks the hold. Zion stands up and the bell rings. Marissa, Zion, and the Ref all look around confused as hell.]
Alexis Lace: The Timekeeper has informed me that we have reached the time limit!
Winner: Time Limit Draw
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A Phone Call
[We fade into James Silkk's locker room. His phone is ringing, and he picks it up.]
Silkk: Hello? Yeah. So you're almost here? Good. Is she with you? Good. Good. What about the other bitch? Okay, send me the picture...
[He hangs up the phone and smirks, as his iPhone beeps, and he retrieves a picture message from someone. He smirks.]
Silkk: Good job girl. Good job. I'm sure he'll love that.....
[Fade to black]
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[Back in the Conglomerate’s dressing room, “The Main Attraction” Tyler Boyd and Dazz are in the far corner talking quietly about what appears to be a serious subject from the looks on their faces, both dressed in street clothes – Boyd wearing a pair of blue Sean John jeans and an untucked white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, and Dazz in a pair of black denim Ecko Unlimted shorts and a black Darren McFadden Oakland Raider jersey. Kirsta’s on the other side of the room in her ring gear, stretching out before her Evolution Title defense. All three of their heads snap to look in the direction of the door when they hear a knock. The door opens, and Darrell Hayes comes walking in. Boyd turns to look at him with his hands on his hips.]
Boyd: Well?
[Hayes smiles as he takes a few more steps in.]
Hayes: We’ve got it figured out.
Dazz: It’s about damn time, man. Who’s it gonna be?
[Cognizant of the camera in the room, Hayes looks into the camera, then over to Boyd, who seems to be growing more impatient by the second.]
Hayes: Next week at Full Throttle, Tyler, you’ll be facing Marissa Stamm one on one for the new #1 contender’s spot and the next title shot at the winner between Ojeda and Tweeder.
[Boyd smirks, as Kirsta stops her stretching and takes a few steps towards the three men.]
Kirsta: And just WHAT THE HELL has she done to deserve that kind of opportunity? The bitch can’t win a match to save her life.
[Boyd reaches out and puts his hand on Kirsta’s shoulder with a smile.]
Boyd: Baby, this isn’t a bad thing. Just think about it…I know you’ve already beaten her, and that you’re not thrilled with the Evolution Championship. But really, think about it…who else was there, really? The Hollywood Dorks are defending the tag titles against the Carnies…Pariah and Silkk are all caught up in their sibling rivalry. Who else is left? The guy you’re about to go out there and destroy? The new guy Flame? I had a feeling this is what it was going to come down to…and honestly, it doesn’t matter WHO steps in the ring with me at Full Throttle. There’s not a wrestler on this roster that’s not standing in this room who even belongs in the same ring as me.
[Hayes nods in agreement.]
Hayes: He’s right. When it all came down to it, she was the best competition we could give him.
[Boyd rolls his eyes.]
Boyd: If you think she’s competition, I’m going to buy you a dictionary for Christmas just so you can look up what the word “competition” means.
[Hayes laughs.]
Hayes: I didn’t say she’s got a chance in hell of winning. But again, Tyler’s right. Everyone else that might have been able to make an argument about being involved in such a big match is already preoccupied next week. Just consider this a warm up for when you get in the ring with the PWX Champion in a month.
[Kirsta seems to settle down a little, but it’s obvious she’s still annoyed.]
Boyd: It doesn’t make a damn difference WHO it is. This entire thing is a farce, anyway. I already beat the number one contender last week…and that idiot is still claiming I haven’t done anything. Well if I haven’t done anything, then he’s done less than nothing – because I’m the one with a zero in the loss column between the two of us since this place opened back up. I’m still pissed off that I’m not included in the title match NEXT WEEK….
[His eyes suddenly narrow for a second, but he takes a deep breath and then forces a smile.]
Boyd: But…it’s all good. I’ll just take out my frustrations on that under achieving bitch next week and leave no question in anyone’s mind about who deserves that next title shot. I’ve beaten everyone that’s been put in front of me so far. Pariah…Rollins…Dazz and I even beat the damn Tag Team Champions and don’t have the gold to show for it. If I have to take down one more undeserving opponent….
[Boyd shrugs.]
Boyd: So be it.
Hayes: That’s the way I see it. Anyway guys, I’ve got some other things to take care of. Kirsta, give Aries hell tonight. And I’ll see you guys next week.
[Boyd and Dazz nod, as Kirsta fakes a smile with her head cocked. Boyd sees her and wraps his arms around her from behind, kissing her on the cheek.]
Boyd: This is a good thing, babe…all that matters is that the PWX World Championship is coming to The Conglomerate sooner rather than later.
[She smiles and nods.]
Boyd: Finish stretching out babe…Dazz and I need to…
[He’s cut off by the sudden blast of Nas’ “Hate Me Now” coming from the phone in his pocket. Dazz looks to Boyd, who furrows his brow and reaches into his pocket.]
Boyd: Really?
[Dazz shrugs and motions for him to answer it, which he does with a quick tap of the screen.]
Boyd: I told you I’D get back to YOU, PEP…
[The obvious annoyance in Boyd’s voice is unmistakeable, as we cut out of the dressing room.]
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PWX Evolution Championship Match:
Kirsta Lewis © vs Jason Aries
[The bell rings as Lewis and Aries lock up. Aries quickly takes her down with an arm drag. She gets up and is immediately rocked by a drop kick-sending her into the corner. Aries follows suit with a splash in the corner, and follows up with a bulldog. He lifts her up, and shoots her into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and gets dropped with a DDT for his troubles. She shakes her head and lifts him up, before snapping him over with a snap are and a kick to the spine. She follows up with a shining wizard kick to the skull.]
Chris: Kirsta Lewis s fired up tonight!
[Lewis rolls Aries up and gets a two count. She picks him up, and delivers a hard kick to the midesection. She bounces off the ropes and goes for a tilt a whirl, but Aries blocks it and drops her with a back breaker. He hooks her leg:
One!
Two!
Three----KICKOUT!
Aries picks her up, and sets her up for a brain buster. She lands on her feet, and drops him neck first across her leg. She shoots him across the ropes, and drops him with a drop toe hold. She floats over into a facelook, and Aries begins to fight up. He quickly snaps her over with a northern lighs duplex, but she bridges back up at two. She turns the hold around, and quickly drops him with a sit out powerbomb.
One!
Two!
The----KICKOUT!]
Ricky: I'll admit it, Aries has fire tonight too!
[She picks him up, and drops him with a hard suplex. She quickly climbs the ropes and delivers a frog splash as the crowd boos. She hops the leg:
One!!
Two!!!!!
Three!!!!!
The bell rings as Lewis rolls to the floor. She smirks as she holds up the Evo Title and w fade out.
Winner: Kirsta Lewis
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Brash
[The cameras come on in the back, showing John Ojeda sitting around catering like he doesn't have a care in the world. He's sitting with championship over his shoulder and a beer in his hand.]
Camera Man: Don't you have a match soon Mr. Ojeda?
John Ojeda: Don't you have someone else you could bother?
Camera Man: What are you doing though?
John Ojeda: Getting ready for my match by doing some pint curls.
Camera Man: You're not the least bit worried about it?
John Ojeda: Why would I be worried about it? I'm great... duh.
Camera Man: Well... that's not what Tweeder is saying.
John Ojeda: Like I give a rats ass about what Tweeder is saying. Tweeder can say all he wants. It doesn't change what's going to happen at Full Throttle. He's stepping into the ring with PWX's demi-god, and there ain't a damn thing he's going to do to take this belt away from me. I know how to handle him.
Camera Man: If you say so Nero... want a violin too?
John Ojeda: Get the fuck out of here! Now!
[The camera goes back to the action.]
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Hybrid Invitational Preview Match:
Vincent Summers vs Chaos
[The bell rings-as Summers and Chaos circle the ring. They lock up in the center-as Summers locks Chaos's arm into a hammerlock. He turns Chaos around-and hits a quick snapmare-followed by a stiff shin kick to the spine. Chaos sells the shot-moving to a knee before getting up and holding his back. Summers delivers a pair of strikes to the face-before delivering a kick-doubling over the ring veteran. He grabs Chaos's arm and locks in another hammerlock. He keeps the hold locked in-and lifts him up onto his shoulders-only to drop him on the back of his head & shoulder with a modified Riccola Bomb. He goes for the cover:
One.......
Two..........KICKOUT!
Chris: Vincent Summers is impressive in his PWX debut!
Ricky: No doubt, about that Chris.
[Summers picks up Chaos-and hits another snapmare-followed up by another stiff drilling shot to the back. He delivers a kick to the chest-forcing Chaos down-and follows up with an elbow drop. He goes for a cover-but only gets a 2 count. The fans cheer as Summers makes a cut throat motion-and throws Chaos to the floor-toward the announce table. He plays to the crowd a bit, before stepping out onto the apron. Chaos uses a metal chair to pull himself to his feet-as Summers hits a top rope Asai Moonsault. Chaos side steps-as Summers lands on his feet. Chaos smirks as he throws the chair at Summers-driving it into his face. He then sets it back up-and drops him with a DDT onto it-jamming the head and neck of Summers into the chair. The fans boo as he smirks and delivers a series of boots to Summers. He picks him up-and throws him into the steel steps, before delivering a few shots to the neck of his foe. He lets Summers stumble out from the steps-and slowly get to his feet. He slides him into the ring, and follows suit, waiting for him to get to his feet. He yells at Summers and delivers a hard running lariat-turning the new comer inside out!]
Ricky: Chaos is detirmined tonight!
Chris: MY GOD!
[He picks up Flame, and throws him back out to the floor. He follows him up-and and goes for a spear on the floor. Flame sidesteps it and Chaos goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle-as Flame collapses-gasping for air.]
Chris: These two have taken a pounding!
Ricky: That sounds so dirty....
Chris: Shut up!
[Both men slowly crawl to their feet. Chaos holds his back-while Summers holds his neck. Chaos throws an uppercut-as Summers responds in kind. They repeat this spot a few more times-before Summers throws a knee-doubling Chaos over-and forcing him to a knee. He climbs onto the apron-and goes for another Asai Moonsault-this time from the middle rope. The crowd gasps as the rope breaks-and Summers lands on his head]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: What the hell?
Ricky: I've never seen the middle rope break before!
[Chaos smirks-as the ref checks on Summers. He forces them out of the way-and rolls Summers back into the ring-yelling "This is my match bitches." He rolls Summers into the ring-and makes a cover-but Summers kicks out at two. Chaos smirks and picks him up-and hits him with a quick brainbuster-driving the pressure onto the injured neck of Vincent Summers. He goes for the cover-and puts his foot on the rope for added leverage:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
[Chaos's music reprises-as he rolls to the floor with an arrogant smirk on his face. He motions for a belt around his waist, and yells to the camera.]
Chaos: Hayes, you can send whoever you want. I am the destroyer of worlds, and at Full Throttle-I am the Hybrid Champion!
WINNER: CHAOS
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Ricky: We are one week away from Full Throttle!
Chris: That's right, at Full Throttle, Darrell Hayes has signed off on the Hybrid Invitational, we've seen two of the men involved just now, but who else will he select?
Ricky: I'm sure we'll find out soon!
Chris: It's time for our Extreme Rules - MAIN EVENT!
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Tag Team Match:
James Silkk & John Ojeda vs John Pariah & Tweeder
[The fans in the area are electric, as we fade in from commercial. The teams are already in the ring-as the ref orders the bell to be rung. Tweeder and James Silkk start the match off, without a handshake, as they lock up. Silkk immediately goes behind Tweeder, and rolls him backwards. The two roll to their feet, and Silkk throws him back with a german suplex-immediately rocking the number one contender. He holds on-and goes for a second suplex, but Tweeder delivers a hard back elbow, breaking the hold. He bounces off the ropes and comes back-nailing Silkk with a lariat. He flips off Ojeda, before picking up Silkk and shooting him into the nutreal corner, and following up with a hard splash in the corner-and a series of clubbing lariats-knocking Silkk down to a sitting position. He steps back and smirks, as the crowd begins to get behind him. He runs at Silkk, and drives the sole of his boot across Silkk’s face.]
Chris Caudill: Tweeder means business tonight!
[In the ring, he lifts up Silkk by the hair, and drops him with a backbreaker, before rolling him into another cover:
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
He smirks, and picks him up again, shooting him into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and Silkk delivers a kick to the jaw. He follows it up with a heel kick-knocking the Number One Contender down. He quickly drops a knee across his head, and follows up with a cover of his own:
ONE!
TWO—KICKOUT!
Silkk grabs him, and drags him over to Ojeda. He makes the tag, and Ojeda comes in-hammering Tweeder with a forearm smash. He lifts him up and drops him with a spinebuster-driving his back to the mat below. Ojeda lifts up his head, and continues with a flurry of clubbing blows to the head-trying to concuss his New Frontiers opponent. The ref orders him to stop, and he shoves the ref aside, before booting Tweeder in the back of the head.]
Ricky Cravate: Tweeder is in a bad way, and needs to make the tag!
Chris Caudill: No doubt about it, but will he?
[Ojeda lifts up Tweeder, and goes for a DDT, but he blocks it and lifts him up with a northern lights suplex. He gets a two count –but it puts considerable distance between him and his corner. He begins to crawl to the corner. Ojeda gets to a knee-and turns around-just in time to see Tweeder reluctantly tag in Pariah. The crowd erupts as he springboards off the top rope-and catches Ojeda with a diving lariat. Ojeda rolls to the floor as Silkk enters the ring. He catches The Abstract with an STO takedown, and quickly goes to lock in the anaconda vice. Ojeda slams a chair into Pariah’s back to break up the hold as the crowd boos. He lifts him up-and goes to piledrive him on the chair. Pariah lifts him up-and drives him back down, catching the back of Ojeda’s head on the chair. Silkk gets to his feet-and ducks a lariat from Tweeder, only to drop him with the Ghost Bullet Theory. He turns around and is met with a spear by Pariah, and a flurry of rights and lefts.]
Chris Caudill: Pariah has been let loose!
[In the ring, Pariah lifts him up-and lifts him onto his shoulders for a Go 2 Sleep. Suddenly “Sweet Lunacy” by SCARLETT hits the PA, and we see Lillith Morgan step out onto the stage, holding her daughter Madison. Pariah see’s them and freezes, as Silkk drops down behind him and catches him with the GBT. He rolls him into the cover:
ONE!!!
TWO!!
TH—Tweeder pulls Silkk off, and drops an elbow across his head. Pariah rolls to the floor, and see’s Lillith leaving with their daughter. He follows her up the ramp, as Tweeder lifts up Silkk, and drops him with a quick Frost Bite onto the chair. He rolls Silkk into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as Tweeder rolls to the floor.]
WINNERS: Tweeder and John Pariah
[At ringside, Ojeda attacked Tweeder from behind. He throws him into the railing, and barrels forward. Tweeder steps forward and takes him out with a spear, driving him to the mat on the floor. The two begin to exchange blows as security comes to pull them apart-and we fade to the backstage area]
Backstage
[Pariah arrives backstage, searching for his ex wife and his daughter.]
Pariah: LILLITH! LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FUCKING CUNT!
[He continues to search, when suddenly she pops out from behind a door, and lowblows him. She DDT’s him onto the concrete, and smiles as his four year old daughter walks out behind her.]
Lillith: You think he was joking John? You think he’s doing this alone? No dearest, we all want to see you break. We all want to see you self destruct. Full Throttle, James will make you quit-and than maybe you can be at peace!
[She lifts up his head, as Madison crouches down and kisses his forehead. She than smiles as she takes her mothers hand, and the two walk out of frame. The sounds of EMTs and medical personal can be heard arriving as we fade to credits.]
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Previously on Pro Wrestling X....
[Footage from James Silkk's opening promo is shown]
The Abstract made his pressence felt, and explained why he betrayed his own brother on Adrenaline...
[Footage of the assault on Pariah, including the return of Lillith Morgan is shown]
After such a violent beating, will Pariah be 100% for his tag team war tonight? And what is Lillith's involvement?
[Footage from the formation of the Conglomerate is shown, juxtaposed with Kirsta winning the Evolution Title]
Who will dare stand in the way of Tyler Boyd and his conglomerate?
Find out this, and much more as PWX gets Extreme...
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Singles Match:
Brian Hollywood vs Sir Douglas Fresh
[The match opened up with Hollywood coming out of the gate fast against Fresh. Hollywood gets the upper hand quickly after catching Fresh with a nasty lariat. Hollywood picks up Fresh and launches him into the corner. Hollywood comes in and nails Fresh with a huge running knee that puts Fresh in a big time daze. Hollywood capitalizes on it and clotheslines Fresh out of the ring. Fresh gets up quickly and goes back into the ring. Fresh battles back momentarily, but Hollywood cuts him off with a huge european uppercut. Fresh stumbles into the corner and comes running back at Hollywood in a daze. Hollywood nails the Executive Promise, and rolls Fresh up quickly.]
1
2
3
Winner: Brian Hollywood via Pinfall @ 4:45
Ricky Cravate: There's been a lot of hype over the Carny Connect, but they've just been bad the last few weeks.
Chris Claudill: Maybe playing in the big leagues ran them out of gas.
Ricky Cravate: Who knows, we sure hope the guys we saw when they first came in come back though. They were a lot of fun.
Chris Claudill: That they were Ricky, but Hollywood put down Doug Fresh pretty handily.
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["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blares over the PA System and Darin Zion immediately brings in a microphone. The crowd immediately starts chanting "Fuck That Shit," at the top of their lungs. Darin Zion, who usually bares a gigantically stupid grin across his face, now stares a hole directly into the camera, completely angry. Brian continues to smile completely in a cheerful mood as Darin proceeds to lift the microphone up and start speak.]
Darin Zion - "Hey, Hayes! Instead of sitting your damn corporate ass behind your shit covered desk and trying to find ways to continually bury Brian and I's careers, I have a brilliant idea! Why don't you bring your million dollar ass down to this ring tonight, face us like men along with your little puppets, who by the way, got their asses handed to them ONCE again, and sign our match choice into PWX law."
[With a bright smile upon his face, Hollywood steps in front of the camera for a moment. The camera pans over to Zion who continues to stare a hole through Hollywood, almost as if he doesn't realize his partner stands right in front of him.]
Brian Hollywood - "Hey, Zion! I know you're a little too focused your work and issues the past few weeks, but if you haven't gotten this week's memo from Darrell Hayes."
[Brian immediately reaches into his trunks and pulls out a long rolled up scroll. Darin immediately wakes the hell up out of his trance and proceeds to make a smart ass comment.]
Darin Zion - "God damn, your scroll is SOOOO HUGE!'
Brian Hollywood - "It's more than we can say about Hayes."
Crowd - "OH!"
[While the crowd continues to laugh for a moment, Darin Zion immediately has to hold back laughter as Hollywood continues speaking. Hollywood walks down towards the announcer's booth and immediately steals Ricky's glasses. Ricky almost fights him, but Hollywood glares at him as he starts to read off the scroll.]
Brian Hollywood - "And I quote, oh wait, wrong television show. Sorry Mitchell Cole! I, Darrell Hayes, do not want to deal with your bullshit right now. No, I'm not talking about that live bull you two bastards placed in my office a few weeks ago to deal with, I'm talking the metaphorical bullshit you two continually pull on Darrell Hayes' Adrenaline."
Darin Zion - "Cute! Darrell Hayes apparently thinks he's important enough to refer to Darrell Hayes in the third person. Maybe I should try it....DAARRRRIIINNNN...."
[Hollywood clears his throat and Zion immediately cuts off his trademark singles catchphrase. As Darin turns and looks at Hollywood, Brian rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]
Brian Hollywood - "I swear, some people just love to hear themselves talk. I wouldn't want to refer to anyone by name *coughZionanddon'tyouforgetingcough*"
Darin Zion - "Get to the point now!"
Brian Hollywood - "So I'm currently asking you two leave me alone tonight and just announce your match stipulation upon Twitter. It's important that I attend to some network business before Full Throttle, so please for the love of God don't pull any of your shenanigans tonight."
[As Brian immediately rolls up the scroll, Darin gasps in complete shock. Brian immediately tosses the scroll into the crowd and little Johnny in the sixth row catches it. Darin acts almost terrified after he gets the news. He starts running around the ring almost like a child panicking.]
Darin Zion - "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! "
Brian Hollywood - "Did you do something without consulting me again?"
Darin Zion (who immediately stops in his tracks) -"Well, you know how you did that with hiding the bull in Hayes' office? I sort of...DID...actually pull my own stunt. Hey Lester, please tune our fine audience into camera 480 please."
Brian Hollywood - "Oh fuck! You didn't!"
Darin Zion - "Yeah, I did, and thank God we didn't set up the microphones. It allows us to put some classic commentary upon this picture. And trust me Hollywood, you're going to want to put some commentary to this."
[Immediately, the PWX Tron switches over to Darrell Hayes' personal lounge. We see Darrell Hayes walking over to a fancy, redwood table. He currently wears a pink "Kiss the Cook apron" across his sleek, brand new Armani suit. He sits down in front of his delicious meal: baked turkey, mashed potatoes, white wine served in nice extravagant crystal classes. He immediately puts a napkin in his lap and then smiles rather romantically as a fat, yet wrinkly 70 year old woman walks into the room. The crowd immediately starts to laugh hysterically.]
Brian Hollywood - "What the fuck did I tell you about ordering Grannies Gone Wild and showing it to our PWX. God damnit Zion, this is rated PG..."
Darin Zion - "13 damnit! PG 13! This isn't THAT show. And that my friends is Darrell for you. Just another #failure for you guys."
Brian Hollywood - "Then again, it's probably the only woman that would date him too."
Crowd - "Hayes loves Grannies! *clap clap clap clap clap*
[Immediately, Darrell pulls out the chair for the old lady and lets her sit down. He immediately plants a kiss upon her cheek.]
Darin Zion - "Damnit Hayes! You're supposed to wait until she's drunk. She might not want to remember your ugly face."
Brian Hollywood - "Or realize that fact you'll probably rape her!"
Darin Zion - "Easy boy, our network friend would never do that. It's against his morals. Or at least against the 1000 page handbook the network handed out to all PWX superstars before we reopened. "
Brian Hollywood - "I smell lawsuit!"
[Darrell immediately grabs the bottle of wine and pour both himself and his "date" a class. Both laugh for a moment and knock together their classes. The camera immediately pans upon Darrell's face for a moment. He smiles and relaxes rather comfortably. He lifts the glass towards his face.]
Brian Hollywood - "I think this is the time where you should cut this segment short."
Darin Zion - "Yeah, after all we have to reveal our match stipulation for Full Throttle....or has that been my plan all along."
Brian Hollywood - "Wait, you didn't!"
Darin Zion - "Why do you even bother asking that question after all these years. You know the answer. Hey Lester, do your pal a favor. Please execute plan 66, and please, would you patch in the sound on both ends after it's finished."
Shawn Lester (through the PA System) - "10/4 good buddy!"
[Immediately, the cameras pull back and we hear a gigantic explosion in the background as the turkey, mashed potatoes, glass, and wine fly EVERYWHERE. Some of it hits the older lady while some of it hits Darrell directly in the face. Suddenly the camera pans out as the crowd immediately pops as they see a table burning in the background. Zion immediately lays forward on the table as you can see a livid Darrell Hayes upon the PWX tron.]
Darin Zion - "You don't have the time for us but you have time for some stupid clowns? Well Mr. Hayes, I will take responsibility for ruining your 'date' tonight. Geez, you ditch us for your grandmother."
Brian Hollywood - "Yeah, didn't you ever hear the statement bros before grandhos?"
Crowd - "Bros before Grandhos! Bros before Grandhos!"
Darin Zion - "I took the liberty of giving you a small demonstration of what match I chose for Full Throttle. But I'll give you a hint, it's not the ass explosion match you would have chosen later on for tonight with your cougar there."
[Brian turns and stares at Darin for a moment.]
Brian Hollywood - "Geez, don't talk about her like that, she's a nice lady!"
Darin Zion - "Not if she's with Dirty Darrell there. I wonder if she caught herpes or something. "
Crowd - "HERPES! HERPES! HERPES!"
Darin Zion - "No, Darrell, as you can see, your table is now a flaming. Yes, I could make a joke about how you're really gay right now, and I'm sure Hollywood wants to extend the same joke, but it's time to cut to business. It'll be The Hollywood Boyz versus The Carnival Connection in a FLAMING TABLES match. We plan on ending your two little ass clowns reign of ass kissing at Full Throttle. And much like how both my partner and I smeared their asses all over the ring these past two weeks, if you dare get involved, well, we talked to our buddy Pariah, and we elected to add this stipulation to your match."
[Brian once again starts to clear his throat and immediately has another scroll lined up in his hand.]
Brian Hollywood - "And I quote...AGAIN...if Mr. Darrell Hayes decides to get involved, PWX will TERMINATE HIM!"
Crowd - "FIRE HAYES! FIRE HAYES!"
[The camera focuses back upon Darin Zion, who has a grin from ear to ear.]
Darin Zion - "And if you aren't down with that, then we've got three words for you."
Brian, Darin, Crowd: "FUCK THAT SHIT!"
["Bully" by Shinedown blares on the PA system as both Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood grab their Tag Team Titles and start climbing through the crowd.]
Ricky - "Complete and utter disrespect for Darrell Hayes, that pretty much sums that stunt by those two. After what we just saw, I know the Carnies will win the belts."
Chris - "I don't know, but I must admit, both Zion and Hollywood mean business this Sunday. They wanted to get their shenanigans out of the way before the business picks up. But with their focus off the Carnies because they've made such easy work of them the past two weeks, we have to wonder, is there something the Carnies have planned?'
[The scene fades to black as The Hollywood Boyz celebrate in the crowd.]
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[Up in the rafters of Villanova Stadium, Tweeder is sitting there having a drink of Stella and smoking a cigarette]
Tweeder: With all the talk going around, I would say it is election year which is fitting. Everyone trying to gain one up on the other just because they think it is the cool thing to do. Promises being made only to be broken later. Others will talk the big game, but go down faster than Glasgow Rangers. Look at Jacob Rollins who was supposed to be the all-conquering Hybrid champion, but he skipped out just when things were heating up. He couldn’t handle it. My tag team partner tonight, John Pariah thinks I’m an alcoholic just because I enjoy a few drinks. Can we even trust each other tonight? Maybe, but only if he can put personal feelings about of opponents aside. None of this is rocket science, but I’m sure the network is already looking at ways to try to fix the mole hills they have turned into mountains.
[Taking a slip of the lager before continuing.]
Friends betraying each other because they are going after the same prize, but at what cost? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you to try to discuss things like to adults and you act like you are Zeus and don’t have to answer to anyone. You ignore me? I will ignore you. If you don't start the conversation, we won't talk. If you don't put in the effort, why should I? I know this isn’t the boy scouts, but come on. What are you doing Ojeda? Standing in my ring, thinking I am scared of fans bring the weapons match? You think you're pretty tough? Is this what you want?
[Tweeder pauses to take a drag of his cigarette.]
The condition I am going to leave you in tonight and then a week from tonight is a result of your own selfishness. I hope you understand that you have to be hurt tonight because my words apparently were not getting through to you and a show of force unfortunately became necessary. But I am going to pity you Ojeda when you are laying there in a weaken state because maybe I didn’t realize just how far the trench you dug in your personal war with Pariah had gotten. We all need a haven, a sanctuary, a place to hide, a place to escape, a place to dream and hope, a place where the darkness won't seem so frightening. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. But for some the darkness is a relentless enemy that cannot be eluded. And once the darkness senses your fear, once it senses your pain, it is never far behind. I can empathize with you Ojeda. I really do. I can understand your futilely, I can feel your hopelessness. I feel your pain, but you have to keep enduring it for some time. I hope by Full Throttle to give you the cure you are seeking.
Tonight will be a warm up of things to come and while I won’t drop any name, there are plenty of people who should pay attention. Shit is about to real serious now.
[Camera fades]
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Darin Zion vs Marissa Stamm
[The match kicks off with Zion and Stamm tying up in the center of the ring. Zion quickly backs Stamm into the corner and goes to work with chops. Stamm counters with an elbow and then spins Zion back into the corner. Stamm unleases a series of kicks that work up from Zion's leg, ending with a big roundhouse to the head. Zion dips out of the ring after the kick to regain his composure. Zion grabs Stamm by the legs and pulls her outside. Zion launches Stamm over the guard railing and into the laps of the unsuspecting fans from Philadelphia. Zion goes to charge and dive over the guard railing onto Stamm but she nails him with a chair from the fans. Marissa picks up Zion and whips him into some chairs. Zion gets up and the two start to brawl across the arena, trading blows everywhere they go.]
Chris Claudill: We didn't expect them to brawl all over the building Ricky.
Ricky Cravate: These two know each other Chris, there must be some bad blood there.
Chris Claudill: Either way Ricky, they are giving the fans a show.
[The action spills back into the ring as Zion gets the upper hand. Zion nails Marissa with a couple of suplexes, but Marissa struggles back to her feet. Zion charges off the ropes for a lariat and gets caught with a big dropkick for his troubles. Marissa dives on top of Zion into the mount position and starts to rain down punches at Zion's head. Zion counters and hooks in the End of Days (kimura). Marissa struggles against the lock and works her way towards the ropes. After what seems like forever. Marissa gets to the ropes and Zion immediately breaks the hold. Zion stands up and the bell rings. Marissa, Zion, and the Ref all look around confused as hell.]
Alexis Lace: The Timekeeper has informed me that we have reached the time limit!
Winner: Time Limit Draw
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A Phone Call
[We fade into James Silkk's locker room. His phone is ringing, and he picks it up.]
Silkk: Hello? Yeah. So you're almost here? Good. Is she with you? Good. Good. What about the other bitch? Okay, send me the picture...
[He hangs up the phone and smirks, as his iPhone beeps, and he retrieves a picture message from someone. He smirks.]
Silkk: Good job girl. Good job. I'm sure he'll love that.....
[Fade to black]
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[Back in the Conglomerate’s dressing room, “The Main Attraction” Tyler Boyd and Dazz are in the far corner talking quietly about what appears to be a serious subject from the looks on their faces, both dressed in street clothes – Boyd wearing a pair of blue Sean John jeans and an untucked white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, and Dazz in a pair of black denim Ecko Unlimted shorts and a black Darren McFadden Oakland Raider jersey. Kirsta’s on the other side of the room in her ring gear, stretching out before her Evolution Title defense. All three of their heads snap to look in the direction of the door when they hear a knock. The door opens, and Darrell Hayes comes walking in. Boyd turns to look at him with his hands on his hips.]
Boyd: Well?
[Hayes smiles as he takes a few more steps in.]
Hayes: We’ve got it figured out.
Dazz: It’s about damn time, man. Who’s it gonna be?
[Cognizant of the camera in the room, Hayes looks into the camera, then over to Boyd, who seems to be growing more impatient by the second.]
Hayes: Next week at Full Throttle, Tyler, you’ll be facing Marissa Stamm one on one for the new #1 contender’s spot and the next title shot at the winner between Ojeda and Tweeder.
[Boyd smirks, as Kirsta stops her stretching and takes a few steps towards the three men.]
Kirsta: And just WHAT THE HELL has she done to deserve that kind of opportunity? The bitch can’t win a match to save her life.
[Boyd reaches out and puts his hand on Kirsta’s shoulder with a smile.]
Boyd: Baby, this isn’t a bad thing. Just think about it…I know you’ve already beaten her, and that you’re not thrilled with the Evolution Championship. But really, think about it…who else was there, really? The Hollywood Dorks are defending the tag titles against the Carnies…Pariah and Silkk are all caught up in their sibling rivalry. Who else is left? The guy you’re about to go out there and destroy? The new guy Flame? I had a feeling this is what it was going to come down to…and honestly, it doesn’t matter WHO steps in the ring with me at Full Throttle. There’s not a wrestler on this roster that’s not standing in this room who even belongs in the same ring as me.
[Hayes nods in agreement.]
Hayes: He’s right. When it all came down to it, she was the best competition we could give him.
[Boyd rolls his eyes.]
Boyd: If you think she’s competition, I’m going to buy you a dictionary for Christmas just so you can look up what the word “competition” means.
[Hayes laughs.]
Hayes: I didn’t say she’s got a chance in hell of winning. But again, Tyler’s right. Everyone else that might have been able to make an argument about being involved in such a big match is already preoccupied next week. Just consider this a warm up for when you get in the ring with the PWX Champion in a month.
[Kirsta seems to settle down a little, but it’s obvious she’s still annoyed.]
Boyd: It doesn’t make a damn difference WHO it is. This entire thing is a farce, anyway. I already beat the number one contender last week…and that idiot is still claiming I haven’t done anything. Well if I haven’t done anything, then he’s done less than nothing – because I’m the one with a zero in the loss column between the two of us since this place opened back up. I’m still pissed off that I’m not included in the title match NEXT WEEK….
[His eyes suddenly narrow for a second, but he takes a deep breath and then forces a smile.]
Boyd: But…it’s all good. I’ll just take out my frustrations on that under achieving bitch next week and leave no question in anyone’s mind about who deserves that next title shot. I’ve beaten everyone that’s been put in front of me so far. Pariah…Rollins…Dazz and I even beat the damn Tag Team Champions and don’t have the gold to show for it. If I have to take down one more undeserving opponent….
[Boyd shrugs.]
Boyd: So be it.
Hayes: That’s the way I see it. Anyway guys, I’ve got some other things to take care of. Kirsta, give Aries hell tonight. And I’ll see you guys next week.
[Boyd and Dazz nod, as Kirsta fakes a smile with her head cocked. Boyd sees her and wraps his arms around her from behind, kissing her on the cheek.]
Boyd: This is a good thing, babe…all that matters is that the PWX World Championship is coming to The Conglomerate sooner rather than later.
[She smiles and nods.]
Boyd: Finish stretching out babe…Dazz and I need to…
[He’s cut off by the sudden blast of Nas’ “Hate Me Now” coming from the phone in his pocket. Dazz looks to Boyd, who furrows his brow and reaches into his pocket.]
Boyd: Really?
[Dazz shrugs and motions for him to answer it, which he does with a quick tap of the screen.]
Boyd: I told you I’D get back to YOU, PEP…
[The obvious annoyance in Boyd’s voice is unmistakeable, as we cut out of the dressing room.]
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PWX Evolution Championship Match:
Kirsta Lewis © vs Jason Aries
[The bell rings as Lewis and Aries lock up. Aries quickly takes her down with an arm drag. She gets up and is immediately rocked by a drop kick-sending her into the corner. Aries follows suit with a splash in the corner, and follows up with a bulldog. He lifts her up, and shoots her into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and gets dropped with a DDT for his troubles. She shakes her head and lifts him up, before snapping him over with a snap are and a kick to the spine. She follows up with a shining wizard kick to the skull.]
Chris: Kirsta Lewis s fired up tonight!
[Lewis rolls Aries up and gets a two count. She picks him up, and delivers a hard kick to the midesection. She bounces off the ropes and goes for a tilt a whirl, but Aries blocks it and drops her with a back breaker. He hooks her leg:
One!
Two!
Three----KICKOUT!
Aries picks her up, and sets her up for a brain buster. She lands on her feet, and drops him neck first across her leg. She shoots him across the ropes, and drops him with a drop toe hold. She floats over into a facelook, and Aries begins to fight up. He quickly snaps her over with a northern lighs duplex, but she bridges back up at two. She turns the hold around, and quickly drops him with a sit out powerbomb.
One!
Two!
The----KICKOUT!]
Ricky: I'll admit it, Aries has fire tonight too!
[She picks him up, and drops him with a hard suplex. She quickly climbs the ropes and delivers a frog splash as the crowd boos. She hops the leg:
One!!
Two!!!!!
Three!!!!!
The bell rings as Lewis rolls to the floor. She smirks as she holds up the Evo Title and w fade out.
Winner: Kirsta Lewis
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Brash
[The cameras come on in the back, showing John Ojeda sitting around catering like he doesn't have a care in the world. He's sitting with championship over his shoulder and a beer in his hand.]
Camera Man: Don't you have a match soon Mr. Ojeda?
John Ojeda: Don't you have someone else you could bother?
Camera Man: What are you doing though?
John Ojeda: Getting ready for my match by doing some pint curls.
Camera Man: You're not the least bit worried about it?
John Ojeda: Why would I be worried about it? I'm great... duh.
Camera Man: Well... that's not what Tweeder is saying.
John Ojeda: Like I give a rats ass about what Tweeder is saying. Tweeder can say all he wants. It doesn't change what's going to happen at Full Throttle. He's stepping into the ring with PWX's demi-god, and there ain't a damn thing he's going to do to take this belt away from me. I know how to handle him.
Camera Man: If you say so Nero... want a violin too?
John Ojeda: Get the fuck out of here! Now!
[The camera goes back to the action.]
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Hybrid Invitational Preview Match:
Vincent Summers vs Chaos
[The bell rings-as Summers and Chaos circle the ring. They lock up in the center-as Summers locks Chaos's arm into a hammerlock. He turns Chaos around-and hits a quick snapmare-followed by a stiff shin kick to the spine. Chaos sells the shot-moving to a knee before getting up and holding his back. Summers delivers a pair of strikes to the face-before delivering a kick-doubling over the ring veteran. He grabs Chaos's arm and locks in another hammerlock. He keeps the hold locked in-and lifts him up onto his shoulders-only to drop him on the back of his head & shoulder with a modified Riccola Bomb. He goes for the cover:
One.......
Two..........KICKOUT!
Chris: Vincent Summers is impressive in his PWX debut!
Ricky: No doubt, about that Chris.
[Summers picks up Chaos-and hits another snapmare-followed up by another stiff drilling shot to the back. He delivers a kick to the chest-forcing Chaos down-and follows up with an elbow drop. He goes for a cover-but only gets a 2 count. The fans cheer as Summers makes a cut throat motion-and throws Chaos to the floor-toward the announce table. He plays to the crowd a bit, before stepping out onto the apron. Chaos uses a metal chair to pull himself to his feet-as Summers hits a top rope Asai Moonsault. Chaos side steps-as Summers lands on his feet. Chaos smirks as he throws the chair at Summers-driving it into his face. He then sets it back up-and drops him with a DDT onto it-jamming the head and neck of Summers into the chair. The fans boo as he smirks and delivers a series of boots to Summers. He picks him up-and throws him into the steel steps, before delivering a few shots to the neck of his foe. He lets Summers stumble out from the steps-and slowly get to his feet. He slides him into the ring, and follows suit, waiting for him to get to his feet. He yells at Summers and delivers a hard running lariat-turning the new comer inside out!]
Ricky: Chaos is detirmined tonight!
Chris: MY GOD!
[He picks up Flame, and throws him back out to the floor. He follows him up-and and goes for a spear on the floor. Flame sidesteps it and Chaos goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle-as Flame collapses-gasping for air.]
Chris: These two have taken a pounding!
Ricky: That sounds so dirty....
Chris: Shut up!
[Both men slowly crawl to their feet. Chaos holds his back-while Summers holds his neck. Chaos throws an uppercut-as Summers responds in kind. They repeat this spot a few more times-before Summers throws a knee-doubling Chaos over-and forcing him to a knee. He climbs onto the apron-and goes for another Asai Moonsault-this time from the middle rope. The crowd gasps as the rope breaks-and Summers lands on his head]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: What the hell?
Ricky: I've never seen the middle rope break before!
[Chaos smirks-as the ref checks on Summers. He forces them out of the way-and rolls Summers back into the ring-yelling "This is my match bitches." He rolls Summers into the ring-and makes a cover-but Summers kicks out at two. Chaos smirks and picks him up-and hits him with a quick brainbuster-driving the pressure onto the injured neck of Vincent Summers. He goes for the cover-and puts his foot on the rope for added leverage:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
[Chaos's music reprises-as he rolls to the floor with an arrogant smirk on his face. He motions for a belt around his waist, and yells to the camera.]
Chaos: Hayes, you can send whoever you want. I am the destroyer of worlds, and at Full Throttle-I am the Hybrid Champion!
WINNER: CHAOS
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Ricky: We are one week away from Full Throttle!
Chris: That's right, at Full Throttle, Darrell Hayes has signed off on the Hybrid Invitational, we've seen two of the men involved just now, but who else will he select?
Ricky: I'm sure we'll find out soon!
Chris: It's time for our Extreme Rules - MAIN EVENT!
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Tag Team Match:
James Silkk & John Ojeda vs John Pariah & Tweeder
[The fans in the area are electric, as we fade in from commercial. The teams are already in the ring-as the ref orders the bell to be rung. Tweeder and James Silkk start the match off, without a handshake, as they lock up. Silkk immediately goes behind Tweeder, and rolls him backwards. The two roll to their feet, and Silkk throws him back with a german suplex-immediately rocking the number one contender. He holds on-and goes for a second suplex, but Tweeder delivers a hard back elbow, breaking the hold. He bounces off the ropes and comes back-nailing Silkk with a lariat. He flips off Ojeda, before picking up Silkk and shooting him into the nutreal corner, and following up with a hard splash in the corner-and a series of clubbing lariats-knocking Silkk down to a sitting position. He steps back and smirks, as the crowd begins to get behind him. He runs at Silkk, and drives the sole of his boot across Silkk’s face.]
Chris Caudill: Tweeder means business tonight!
[In the ring, he lifts up Silkk by the hair, and drops him with a backbreaker, before rolling him into another cover:
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
He smirks, and picks him up again, shooting him into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop, and Silkk delivers a kick to the jaw. He follows it up with a heel kick-knocking the Number One Contender down. He quickly drops a knee across his head, and follows up with a cover of his own:
ONE!
TWO—KICKOUT!
Silkk grabs him, and drags him over to Ojeda. He makes the tag, and Ojeda comes in-hammering Tweeder with a forearm smash. He lifts him up and drops him with a spinebuster-driving his back to the mat below. Ojeda lifts up his head, and continues with a flurry of clubbing blows to the head-trying to concuss his New Frontiers opponent. The ref orders him to stop, and he shoves the ref aside, before booting Tweeder in the back of the head.]
Ricky Cravate: Tweeder is in a bad way, and needs to make the tag!
Chris Caudill: No doubt about it, but will he?
[Ojeda lifts up Tweeder, and goes for a DDT, but he blocks it and lifts him up with a northern lights suplex. He gets a two count –but it puts considerable distance between him and his corner. He begins to crawl to the corner. Ojeda gets to a knee-and turns around-just in time to see Tweeder reluctantly tag in Pariah. The crowd erupts as he springboards off the top rope-and catches Ojeda with a diving lariat. Ojeda rolls to the floor as Silkk enters the ring. He catches The Abstract with an STO takedown, and quickly goes to lock in the anaconda vice. Ojeda slams a chair into Pariah’s back to break up the hold as the crowd boos. He lifts him up-and goes to piledrive him on the chair. Pariah lifts him up-and drives him back down, catching the back of Ojeda’s head on the chair. Silkk gets to his feet-and ducks a lariat from Tweeder, only to drop him with the Ghost Bullet Theory. He turns around and is met with a spear by Pariah, and a flurry of rights and lefts.]
Chris Caudill: Pariah has been let loose!
[In the ring, Pariah lifts him up-and lifts him onto his shoulders for a Go 2 Sleep. Suddenly “Sweet Lunacy” by SCARLETT hits the PA, and we see Lillith Morgan step out onto the stage, holding her daughter Madison. Pariah see’s them and freezes, as Silkk drops down behind him and catches him with the GBT. He rolls him into the cover:
ONE!!!
TWO!!
TH—Tweeder pulls Silkk off, and drops an elbow across his head. Pariah rolls to the floor, and see’s Lillith leaving with their daughter. He follows her up the ramp, as Tweeder lifts up Silkk, and drops him with a quick Frost Bite onto the chair. He rolls Silkk into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as Tweeder rolls to the floor.]
WINNERS: Tweeder and John Pariah
[At ringside, Ojeda attacked Tweeder from behind. He throws him into the railing, and barrels forward. Tweeder steps forward and takes him out with a spear, driving him to the mat on the floor. The two begin to exchange blows as security comes to pull them apart-and we fade to the backstage area]
Backstage
[Pariah arrives backstage, searching for his ex wife and his daughter.]
Pariah: LILLITH! LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FUCKING CUNT!
[He continues to search, when suddenly she pops out from behind a door, and lowblows him. She DDT’s him onto the concrete, and smiles as his four year old daughter walks out behind her.]
Lillith: You think he was joking John? You think he’s doing this alone? No dearest, we all want to see you break. We all want to see you self destruct. Full Throttle, James will make you quit-and than maybe you can be at peace!
[She lifts up his head, as Madison crouches down and kisses his forehead. She than smiles as she takes her mothers hand, and the two walk out of frame. The sounds of EMTs and medical personal can be heard arriving as we fade to credits.]
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