Post by PWXonline on May 15, 2013 20:20:17 GMT -5
PWX Adrenaline 37: Fight Night At The Excalibur
Excalibur
Chicago, IL
Wednesday, May 15th 2013
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["Keys to the City” is playing over the PA as the ADRENALINE opening video package plays. Highlighting the fallout from last weeks event!]
Chris Caudill: Welcome to ADRENALINE 37!
[Pyro shoots up as the camera pans around the Excalibur!]
Ricky Cravate: We are LIVE from the famous Excalibur Nightclub in Chicago, IL-and it’s an underground Fight Night feel tonight Chris!
Chris Caudill: Tonight folks, it’s a huge event-two former Hybrid Champions go to war, as Timothy Hunt takes on Jessica Harmony!
Ricky Cravate We’re not wasting a second, let’s go ringside for some action!
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Questions and Answers
[The Excalibur turns dark, and smoke billows from the stage. [The tron shows a city skyline, as a voice is heard speaking.]
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
[The opening notes to Stone Sour’s “Absolute Zero” hits the PA system-as the tron reads PARIAH]]
The bloody angle, the symmetry
Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me
My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth
And I don't need a reason to lie to you
No pun intended, no punishment
If I offended you, you needed it
Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time
If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine
[Smoke bellows from the stage, as John Pariah steps out onto the stage. His head is covered by a black hood under his jacket. He raises his right arm up in the air as the crowd lets out a chorus of boos.]
Oh, I'm not afraid
I'm giving into grievances again
You're looking at an absolute zero
I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero
[The fans continue to boo as he slowly makes his way to the ring-not making eye contact with anybody in the arena.]
Chris Caudill: Let us go back and show you why the Chicago fans are booing John Pariah out of the building!
[The camera cuts to a video of the end of “Civil War: Legacy”]
[The camera cuts to the ring, where Pariah holds up his tag partners arm. The crowd roars loudly as Hollywood goes to the corner to celebrate on the ropes. Pariah stays in the middle of the ring catching his breath. Hollywood makes his way around the ring, as Pariah stands up. He extends his hand to Hollywood as the crowd continues to reign out a PWX chant. He holds Hollywoods arm up again, before immediately lifting him onto his shoulders. The crowd goes silent as he drops Hollywood across his knee with a GTS.]
Chris Caudill: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Ricky Cravate: ERMAGEHRD!!!
[Pariah immediately drops Hollywood with a rolling elbow as the crowd erupts with boos.]
Chris Caudill: What…what the hell is happening?
[Pariah stands over a fallen and bloody Brian Hollywood. He pulls his bloody hair back behind his head-and looks up at the hard camera facing him. He looks over at Zion and Tiami-who are just getting to their feet. He turns around and climbs out of the ring-walking out of the cage and heading up the ramp. We cut back to the ring, where James Silkk is pulling himself to his knees-laughing maniacally as the copyright comes up, and we fade to black.]
Ricky Cravate: Personally Chris, I think all you kids are complaining about nothing. John Pariah is here to save this company!
Chris Caudill: John Pariah is a selfish egomaniac, and you know that!
[Pariah stands in the ring with a microphone. The lights come up, and we see he’s wearing a pair of black jeans, and a black hooded sweatshirt. He pulls the hood down, and smiles.]
Crowd: Fuck Pariah! *clap clap clapclapclap* Fuck Pariah!
John Pariah: I have a list of people. A list of people who are trying to bring PWX to the ground. A list of names-that one by one will be crossed off. The first name on that list? Brian Hollywood….
[The crowd boos loudly.]
John Pariah: Brian Hollywood…you have failed this company! You have failed everything that my brother and I worked to build! For me, PWX is my child-a child that I would not allow anything bad to happen to. But for you Brian, for you this company is a playground. You don’t care what happens to it-as long as the bully stays out of your sandbox. I was in a goddamned coma Brian, and where were you? You were busy letting Kandi Washington in your fucking pants! While I was rehabbing, recovering, where were you Brian? You were busy doing your little DX routine with Darin Zion. While I was out for seven months with an injury, you let this company go to hell. You let a cancer like The Untouchables walk in and take over. You let people like Kerry Windsor win the World Grand Prix. I trusted you to keep my child safe Brian, and you failed me!
[The crowd boos loudly, and lets out a “We Want Brian!” chant.]
John Pariah: You had to be taught a lesson Brian, so that’s why at Civil War-I dropped your face across my knee, and you went Lights Out. I only care about one thing Brian, the longevity of my company. At the Initiative Brian, I’m going to make it official. I’m going to cross the first name off of my list-and that name..is yours!
[“Sweet Lunacy” by Scarlett hits the PA system, and Lillith Morgan heads down the ramp. She climbs in the ring as the PWX faithful cheer loudly. Her music dies as she takes a mic from ringside. She gets right in Pariahs face, and slaps him across it.]
Lillith Morgan: What the fuck is wrong with you?
[The crowd roars with cheers-as Pariah just glares at her.]
Lillith Morgan: You and Brian are best friends John! You’re brothers.
John Pariah: My only brother…is locked up in an insane asylum!
Lillith Morgan: Maybe that’s where you belong to John! I mean really? Everything you and he has gone through? I don’t think its too late to work this out John, we could have another Civil War on our hands right here?
I’M NOT LIKE YOU!!
[Before Lillith can utter a word, “More Like You” by Scars of Life echoes over the PA system, and James Silkk steps out onto the stage. He’s carrying both of the PWX World Tag Team Championship belts with him. The crowd boos loudly as he climbs into the ring and slings them over his shoulders-taking a mic from Alexis.]
James Silkk: John…listen to Lillith man….or…listen to reason and common sense. Your choice.
[He quirks his eyebrow as the crowd boos loudly. James hands him one of the tag title belts.]
James Silkk: I believe this belongs to you sir.
[He takes it from his hand and turns to him-slinging the belt over his shoulder.]
John Pariah: What do you want James? Or do I need to find another pane of glass to put you through?
James Silkk: I come in peace John. I come in peace. Look, I was listening to everything you just said, and I wanted to extend the olive branch. Come to the dark side John..together..you are I…we can save this company. Listen, you read “Gates of Gotham” right?
[He nods, growing impatient with Silkk.]
James Silkk: Well look, that’s us. Hell, that’s the three of us right here.
Lillith Morgan: James, don’t lump me in with your bullshit!
James Silkk: Look, ‘Gates of Gotham’ was about the families that built Gotham City right? The Waynes, the Elliots, the Cobblepotts and the Cains. Right? We’re the Gates of PWX John. We founded this company, and we built this company from the ground up. Didn’t we?
[His expression remains cold.]
James Silkk: Think of it John. You, joining up with the Untouchables. We would be unstoppable. You’d have the backup you need-at your beck and call-to cross every name off your ‘list’. You and I could dominate the world as Tag Team Champions. We would rule PWX the way it was meant to be ruled…with an iron fist! Come on John, what do you say?
Lillith Morgan: John, you know you can’t trust James. Think about everything he’s done to you! Think of what he did to our daughter.
[Pariah steps back-looking at both people.]
John Pariah: I work better alone… Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the devil-but I’m not going to be your hero anymore…
[He drops the mic and takes the other tag belt from Silkk, before leaving the ring. “Absolute Zero” reprises. Lillith looks confused, as James Silkk smirks-mouthing the words “That wasn’t a ‘no’” as we fade to commercial.]
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SINGLES MATCH:
DANIEL TYLER vs TIAMI TYLER
The match starts off with a handshake from the brother and sister duo. Daniel then gets a smirk as the pair lock up. The fight for control commenced as Daniel got the upper hand, backing her in the corner. The ref called for the break and as Daniel broke Tiami slapped him with a smile on her face, The sent Daniel into full alert mode as he started throwing forearm shots. The action went ot the center of the ring, Daniel throwing Tiami into the ropes. A missed clothesline and Daniel then connects with a running clothesline. Daniel then goes for a quick cover.
1...
Tiami kicks out and then Daniel picks her up. Tiami went for a few forearm shots that connected. then it was her turn tossing her brother in the ropes. Daniel came off the ropes and Tiami connected with a superkick! Instead of going for the cover, Tiami rolled him over for her "Icy Dreams" ankle lock! Tiami laughed a bit as Daniel tried to get to the ropes. Tiami pulled him back to the center of the ring, smiling bigger as Daniel was trying to fight out of it. Daniel rolled on his back, kicking Tiami in the face. Tiami let go of the hold and backed up. Daniel caught her though in a roll up pin!
1...
2...
Tiami kicked out and didn't know what to think. As the pair made it ot their feet, Tiami threw punches at Daniel only to be met with punches by Daniel. The pair just went back and forth then Tiami kneed Daniel in the gut. She then set up for the "Icy Revolution" Package Piledriver! Daniel got down to a knee, blocking the move. Tiami hit him in the back twice, then set up and connected!
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: TIAMI TYLER via pinfall @ 6:45
[/center]After the match, Tiami helps her brother up and the two shake hands again. A sign of respect and code of honor from the Tyler siblings.
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The scene cuts back to the locker room area where we find Michael Tomkins, wearing his ring gear. He hops from one foot to the other, looking psyched up for his match. As quickly as he started, he transitions to a calm, stoic stance. He looks into the camera, with a casual smile.
Tomkins: "I am here tonight to make my debut memorable for all the good people that have paid their hard earned money just to see my pretty face. So here's what you are going to get. First, you have me now, filling you with insight into the weird world of pro wrestling. Then I am going to go to that rinh out there and make an example out of Troy Stone. And what I mean by example... well, I will do what I do best. I am going to hold up my end of the bargain. No matter what happens within the 15 minute time limit, well... as long as I get my three seconds. Three seconds that always belong to me... and what do we have here?"
A well known figure enters the scene as probably the sickest and most violent of Untouchables, Adam Stryker, takes few steps towards Tomkins with a pleased smirk on his face.
Stryker: "Hey sport. Just wanted to wish you luck in your first match. I'm glad I dragged you here. And you can consider this little something your welcome gift." he says as he hands Michael a small black bag. The former Hybrid Champions pats The Rogue on his shoulder and leaves just like that.
Tomkins opens the bag, pulling out a black t-shirt with well known white and gold logo of The Untouchables. Michael just smirks away at Adam who is out of the take now.
"Thanks..." he says with a calculating voice, still wearing a cocky smirk on his face, as he puts the shirt on and the scene cuts back to commercial
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[We immediately cut to Darin who's sitting in a hotel room in New York. He sits very calmly with his arms crossed glaring into the camera directly with a death stare. Darin immediately smiles as he speaks.]
Darin Zion: I'm a man of view words and a lot of business outside this ring, so I'm going to make this quick. Adam, you want more punishment? You've got it. You a'int seen nothing yet from me. You don't know my past or you don't know that I'm more dangerous than you could ever imagine. Let's face it, while my record speaks for itself since I've returned, every thing I've set out to do, I've done. Next week, I'm challenging Morganti for the Hybrid Championship. And following that Mr. Stryker, I'm going to send you a message that makes you crap your pants easily. And trust me, I can do that because I'm Darin Zio, and don't you forget it!
[The camera fades to black as you hear Zion cackling sadstically.]
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SINGLES MATCH:
TROY STONE versus MICHEAL TOMKINS
Both men circle the ring, going over the gameplan in their head. They both take few steps towards each other when suddenly Tomkins slaps the taste out of Troy's mouth. Stone answers in the same fashion and the duo exchanges slaps.
Ricky Cravete: "These guys are gonna have their cheeks all red if they go like this for a longer time!"
They continue in their exchange before Stone tries to take the easy way out and hits the newest partner of Adam Stryker with a knee to the midsection. He hits a Snap Suplex and goes to pound his opponent with clubbing elbow shots. Tomkins is successful in kicking Troy away and this time he takes the Full Mount and lands the punches. Referee has to make him step away and Stone stands up while Tomkins argues about the situation with the ref. Troy goes for a rollup from out of nowhere!
ONE!
TWO! -- Kickout!
Tomkins dodges a Clothesline, getting behind Stone, and goes for a Schoolboy of his own.
ONE!
TWO! -- Kickout!
Chris Claudill: "They are just trying to one up each other!"
Both men are up again and Stone goes for a Jumping DDT, but Tomkins counters wisely into an Inverted Atomic Drop which is followed by a Bridging Fisherman Suplex.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- KICKOUT!
Tomkins goes for another attack, this time Spinning Backfist, but Stone dodges and gets behind him. He hits the Russian Legsweep, quickly raises Tomkins up and Irish Whips him to the corner. Troy follows it up with a Corner Elbow Smash and another Irish Whip, this time to the ropes. Stone quickly slides out of the ring and trips Tomkins' legs before dragging him out of the ring and placing him by the ring post. He chops Michael's chest, but after few chops Tomkins gets away and Stone hits nothing but ring post with his right hand.
Ricky Cravate: "This is the point where The Rogue gets the advantage!"
He indeed gets one, slamming Troy's right hand on the apron and then rolling him back to the ring where applies a Grounded Wristlock. Stone is in a world of pain, but he manages to reach the ropes within few seconds. Tomkins takes the whole five count to break the hold. Stone gets on his knees and Michael gets to his face, insulting him, but Troy then spits in his face and stands up, rocking him with a Jumping DDT. He goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- KICKOUT!
Chris Caudill: These two are going back and forth tonight!
Ricky Cravate: Nobody wants to lose their debut match Chris!
Troy sighs and lifts him up-delivers a flurry of chops to the chest. He shoves Tomkins in the corner, and steps back-going for a running splash. Tomkins gets the boot up to block the move-kicking Troy Stone in the face. As Troy stumbles backwards-we see Jay Swift hop the railing. Heckling Troy Stone. He looks confused as Tomkins goes for the Taste of Greatness. Stone blocks the first attempt-and spins him around-knocking him down with a hard lariat. He yells over the ropes to Swift, who continues to heckle the PWX newcomer, as Tomkins gets to a knee and quickly rolls Stone up. He grabs a handful of tights for leverage:
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!
Chris Caudill: That cheating mother---
Ricky Cravate: WHAT A WIN by Mr. Tomkins! What is Jay Swifts stake in all this though?
[The fans boo as “Getting Away With Murder” hits the PA and Tomkins rolls to the floor in victory.]
Chris Caudill: Impressive debut, not an impressive way to win though!
[Stone argues with the ref, who just shrugs. He than makes eye contact with Jay Swift, whose heading up the ramp as we fade to commercial.]
WINNER: MICHEAL TOMKINS via pinfall @ 8:19
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Earlier Today
Reporter: Noah...Noah a moment...?
[Noah pauses and looks at Vixen and then at the reporter.]
Noah: Make it quick...
Reporter: Thoughts about your World title loss to Nighthawk and getting a chance to face him again?
Noah: Look, we are not going to sit here and get cute about how Nighthawk was able to slip out of dodge with his World title. I miscalculated and it cost me simple as that...
Reporter: So what about tonight...?
Noah: What about it?
Vixen: Chance favors the prepared mind girlie...
[Noah smirks.]
Noah: What she said....
[Noah and Vixen continue to into the building as Noah's roadie is hustling to catch up with his ring gear bags.]
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CHAMPION x CHAMPION
PWX Evolution Champion SHADOE RAGE
Versus
PWX World Champion NIGHTHAWK
[The two get face to face, as Shadoe Rage proclaim himself the best champion in PWX. The fans get behind Nighthawk-as Rage goes on the attack, delivers a flurry of strikes to the World Champion. After a few strikes-Nighthawk delivers a stiff chop to the chest-and then throws him into the turnbuckle. He delivers a series of elbows to the head of Rage before shooting him across the ring-and spearing him in the corner. He delivers a series of hard blows to the head and sets him up for a Suplex-but Rage lands on his feet and rolls up Nighthawk:
One..........
Two.................
Thr--KICKOUT!
Nighthawk kicks out and gets to a knee-only to get hit with a quick shining wizard kick. Rage picks him up and delivers a hard shot to the head. He shoots Nighthawk off into the ropes and a sleeping neckbreaker. He kicks him a few times before bouncing off the ropes-and going for a Leg Drop. Nighthawk rolls out of the way and gets up as Rage hits the mat. He gets up-holding his calf as Nighthawk comes from behind with the Deliverance! The crowd roars as He makes the cover:
One...............
Two......................
Thr--KICKOUT!
Nighthawk sighs with frustration as he lifts him up to his feet. He calls for another Deliverance, but Rage turns around and rocks the World Champion with a Northern Lights Suplex. He bridges for the pin:
ONE!!
TWO!_
TH—KICKOUT!!
The crowd pops as Nighthawk kicks out. Rage gets to his feet-still shaking the cobwebs from the Deliverance, as he quickly drops an elbow across the chest of the World Champion. The fans boo loudly as Rage stalks his prey-waiting for Nighthawk to get to his feet. When he does, he lifts the World Champion onto his shoulder. He goes for a death valley river, but Nighthawk lands on his feet. He goes for Deliverance once more-but again, Rage turns around. He drops to a knee and lowblows Nighthawk. The crowd boos as the World Champion doubles over, and Rage drops him with a hard DDT. Shadoe Rage floats over and rolls the Champion up for the cover:
One...............
Two...................KICKOUT!
Chris Caudill: Our World Champion will not stay down!
Ricky Cravate: But neither will the king of Rage Country!
Nighthawk gets up and shakes his head. Rage stalks his prey again-and runs at him. Nighthawk lifts him up and over the ropes-with the Evolution Champion landing on the apron. Nighthawk stumbles back, as Rage springboards off the top rope-and goes for a diving lariat. Nighthawk catches the arm and drags him into the mat-planting the Evolution Champion on the ground. He locks in the Hangman’s Clutch as the crowd explodes.
Chris Caudill: This could be it!
Ricky Cravate: I don’t see the Kingmaker tapping out tonight!
Chris Caudill: This is a painful move, and he has Rage in the center of the ring! There is no place to go!
After a few moments of trying to fight it-Rage taps out and the ref calls for the bell.
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner...by submission…the PWX World Champion..NIGHTHAWK!!!
WINNER: NIGHTHAWK via submission @ 9:48
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The scene cuts to the parking lot of the arena. Chaos has ensued as Jessica Harmony and Timothy Hunt are scrapping. Timothy gets a few rights and lefts on Jessica before Jessica knees Tim in the gut. She takes his head and throws him into the windshield of a car before screaming at him.
"You want a piece of this bitch? Huh Tim? You should have stayed dead!"
Just then, Ophelia Morganti comes rushing in. She kneels as Tim fell off the car, limp and coughing. Jessica smiles and then grabs Ophelia by the hair. As the surprised shriek came from Opehlia, Jessica smiled.
"You shouldn't get involved in grown folk business..."
Timothy managed to get up, grabbing the Hybrid title. As Jessica kneed Opehlia, Timothy ran at her, the belt catching her hard in the head. She laid there limp. Timothy then had other ideas. He pointed to the car and Ophelia opened the door. The pair drug the limp Jessica to the car, Timothy laying her right arm in the path of the door. Slamming it hard, Jessica started screaming. The door crashed into her arm three more times before JEssica rolled around, grabbing her right arm and shoulder. Tim then looked at the camera, sick smile on his face.
"Pariah, your ass is next."
The scene cuts out to Tim and Ophelia walking away.
Chris Caudill: These two had a score to settle. Looks like it's settled already!
[We follow Tim and Ophellia. Where Tim walks off and meets with Daniel Tyler.]]
Timothy Hunt: Hey...good match out there tonight.
Daniel Tyler: Thanks man....hey, were ou serious about taking those tag titles from Pariah.
Timothy Hunt: I just want justice for what he's done. If adding the Tag Titles to our resume is included, than why not?
[Suddenly, without warning-Adam Stryker, Micheal Tomkins, and James Silkk attack the duo. Stryker throws Tyler into a shipping crate, while Tomkins tosses the former Hybrid Champion into some railing. The two continue the assault as Silkk looks on, before crouching over a fallen Hunt.]
James Silkk: Let me tell you this. The only people who are going to take those Tag Team Championships from Pariah…are the Untouchables…sorry, but we have to be your dream killers.
[Silkk boots Hunt in the back of the head, as the trio leaves. Staff comes and checks of them as we fade to ringside.]
Chris Caudill: Time to decide who the next challenger for the Number One Contendership!
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NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH
The Untouchables JASON ARIES
Versus
NOAH HANSON
Versus
ELIJAH BLACK
Chris Caudill: It’s MAIN EVENT time!
Ricky Cravate: It’s a Number One Contenders Match-the winner moves on to The Initiative, to challenge Nighthawk for the World Title!
[Purple lights pulse around the arena as “Smash The Control Machine” thunders through the speakers…]
With the perfect hair
And the perfect wife
And the perfect kids
And the perfect life
I will finally be somebody...
[…before Elijah Black steps out on top of the ramp, surveying the arena around him with the hood of his black hoodie raised, standing with his fists clenched by his sides]
(Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game!))
[Black throws his head back, throwing the hood back around his shoulders, and shakes some of the excess water out of his hair as he begins to walk down the ramp]
Two pigs wearing suits
Brought the news
That I'm wanted by the bank
They say the rent is due
Caesar's onto you
So you better remember your place
[Black walks down the ramp at a slow, deliberate pace, a smirk on the corner of his lips as he ignores the fans around him]
Then they outsourced my job
And gave a raise to my boss
Bailed out your banks
But billed me for the loss
[…reaching the bottom of the ramp, Black pauses at ringside to flick his attention to the ring for a moment, before he paces around the ringside area]
They say we must submit
And be one with the Machines
Because the Kingdom of Fear
Needs compliance to succeed
[Pacing around the ring, Black continues his deliberate pace around the ring, staying within his own headspace and blocking out the crowd’s reaction]
So waterboard the kids for fun
It's all the rage
And play born-again American
Resistance is the game
[Quick as a flash, Black breaks from his patrol of ringside and jumps onto the apron, waiting for a moment on one knee for the right moment in his theme…]
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE
Work, buy, consume, die
[Black quickly scales the turnbuckles from the ring apron, standing on the top rope and holds his fist in the air, looking out over the crowd and looking pleased with himself]
SMASH THE CONTROL MACHINE
Happy little slaves - for minimum wage
[Black jumps off the top rope into the ring, slapping himself on the chest a couple of times before standing with his arms spread wide, as he turns to invite the crowd’s reaction]
((The revolution will be monetized
And streamed live via renegade wi-fi))
[…before removing his hoodie and chucking it into his corner of the ring]
Chris Caudill: Elijah Black, the former Evolution Champion-who has won more matches than he’s lost-has his sights set on the World Title.
Ricky Cravate: Ever since he teamed up with Nighthawk, and held the World Title belt before handing it over, you knew he had that thought in his mind Chris!
["Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine blares and Noah makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction. He might threaten to hit a fan or two as he makes his way to the ring. As he poses in the middle of the ring a gold and green pyro waterfall goes off behind him.]
Chris Caudill: Noah Hanson thought his last chance against Nighthawk was at Civil War. He lost the match, but still was able to pin the World Champion half way through it!
Ricky Cravate: So that scores him brownie points for a rematch? It was the LAST Battle of Chicago, why the hell does Noah even get this chance?
Chris Caudill: He’s a Hall of Famer..he’s a legend…and he pinned the World Champion!
REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!
[The lights in the arena goes down as the lights turn blue smoke is beginning the rise in front of the entrance way as personal jesus begins to play over the sound system Jason appears in the smoke with his head down. Jason stands with his head down for a few seconds before dumping a bottle of water over his head then some in his mouth. He throws the bottle to the side walking down the aisle with a purpose. Jason jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he walks over to the corner stretching out waiting for his the bell to ring]
Chris Caudill: Jason Aries is the dark horse in this match Ricky.
Ricky Cravate: The Untouchables rising star is looking to get his first World Title Match!
Chris Caudill: The former Hybrid Champion is setting his sights on the big prize Ricky. Think he can do it?
Ricky Cravate: Soon enough, the Untouchables will control this company. Pariah’s list be damned!
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a THREE WAY DANCE and it is for the Number One Contendership! This match will be contested with No Disqualifications, and will be Elimination Rules!
Chris Caudill: Last minute change by our illustrious Director of Competition?
Alexis Lace: Introducing first….he is a former PWX Next Generation and Tag Team Champion….NOAH…HANSON!!!
[The crowd has a mixed reaction as Noah throws his arms up in the air.]
Alexis Lace: Introducing next..he is a former PWX Evolution Champion…ELIJAH…BLACK!!
[The crowd pops loudly as Black throws his arm up-keeping his eyes on his opponents]
Alexis Lace: And introducing third…representing the Untouchables…the former Hybrid Champion…JASON….ARIES!!!
[The crowd explodes with boos, as Aries throws his jacket to the floor. The ref calls for the bell as the match begins.]
Chris Caudill: So much is riding on this main event here tonight Ricky!
[Aries goes on the attack, going right after Noah Hanson.]
Ricky Cravate: Let’s not forget Chris, Aries should AUTOMATICALLY be Number One Contender.
Chris Caudill: How so?
Ricky Cravate: Well if Noah is getting this shot because he scored a fall on Nighthawk, and Aries holds a win OVER Noah Hanson..doesn’t that make him better?
[Chris sighs as Aries hits a double leg takedown on Hanson, he locks him in a leg vine-wrenching back on the leg of the Instant Ratings Machine. He lets go and quickly DDT’s his leg to the mat, adding more torque to it as the crowd boos. Aries rolls to the floor and drags Hanson out-just pounding the right leg of the Hall of Famer into the steel railing. He climbs back in and is immediately caught with a running kick from Elijah Black-knocking Aries back to the floor.]
Chris Caudill: The Phenom crashed into the railing there.
[Black steps out onto the apron, and waits for Aries to get up. He jumps off-and goes for a head scissors, but Aries blocks it and swings him into the steel steps, causing the former Evo Champ to crash into the steel.]
Ricky Cravate: Ouch!
[Aries slides back into the ring, and drops an elbow across the chest of Noah Hanson. He grabs him by the right arm-and locks in an armbar, trying to wrench back on the injured arm of Noah Hanson.]
Chris Caudill: Think back to Civil War Ricky, Nighthawk went after that arm, making Noah even tap out because of it!
Ricky Cravate: So you’re saying Jason Aries is a smart wrestler?
Chris Caudill: I’m saying it’s a sound strategy…nothing more!
[Aries lifts him up by the arm-and wrenches it over. He drops Hanson backwards with a Russian leg sweep, and rolls backwards-immediately locking the Instant Ratings Machine in a cross arm bar. Hanson grabs the ropes-as the ref orders Aries to break the hold. He refuses, but Elijah Black drops an elbow across his chest. He picks up Aries-and shoots him into the ropes. Black telegraphs a backdrop, and Aries kicks him in the face. He follows it up with a superkick attempt-but Black blocks it and spins him around. He quickly drops Aries with a neckbreaker as the crowd pops loudly. Black goes for a cover:
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Black picks The Phenom up, and delivers a hard strike to the head, before shooting him into the corner, and following up with a hard running leg lariat. Aries stumbles forward as Black hits a drop toe hold-sending him face first to the mat. He lifts him up to a knee-and bounces off the ropes-hitting the Burakkusuta. The crowd roars as he rolls Aries into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!!!
THRE---Hanson breaks up the pin as the crowd roars. Hanson picks up Aries, and shoots him into the ropes-hitting a lariat with his good arm. He quickly drops an elbow across the chest of the Phenom. He goes for a quick cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—Black breaks up the pin. Hanson and Black argue, as Aries gets to his feet. The two get into a shoving match-as Aries hits a dropkick on Hanson-sending him into Black, and knocking Black out of the ring and to the floor. Hanson lands in the ropes-as Aries drapes his leg across his back and neck, forcing the life out of him. The fans boo as he picks him up and shoots him into the ropes. He goes for a lariat-but Hanson ducks. He grabs the arms of Aries and lifts him up-dropping him on his head with a jumping vertabreaker.]
Chris Caudill: BIG OPENING WEEKEND!
[Hanson rolls Aries into the cover:
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!!
Alexis Lace: Jason Aries..has been eliminated!
[Aries is rolled to the floor as the crowd roars. Elijah Black climbs onto the apron. He waits for Hanson to get to his feet-and catches him with a springboard lariat. The crowd roars as Black connects, and then he yells at Hanson to get to his feet.]
Chris Caudill: Elijah Black is feeling it Ricky!
Ricky Cravate: No doubt about that!
[Black picks him up-and shoots him into the corner. He bounces off the near ropes-and hits a springboard enziguri to the head of Noah Hanson, knocking him to the mat. The crowd roars as Black lifts him up by the injured arm-and drops him backwards with an STO. He sits Hanson up, and delivers a flurry of elbow strikes to the head-as the crowd roars with excitement.]
Chris Caudill: Elijah Black not backing down!
[He picks him up-and goes for a neckbreaker. Hanson blocks it and drops him with one of his own as the crowd pops. He slowly gets to his feet-as does Black. The two get up and exchange blows. Hanson throws a knee and snaps him over with a snapmare takedown. He follows it up and delivers four kicks to the spine-followed by a stalling dropkick to the back of the head. Hanson shoves him to the mat and goes for a cover:
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
He sighs and lifts him up-shoving him into the corner. Hanson delivers a hard chop to the chest. He drags him out-and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker as the crowd roars loudly. He points to the top rope-and smacks his elbow as the crowd begins to get excited. He steps out onto the apron-as Black immediately kips up and drives his shoulder into the mid section of Noah Hanson. He flips over with a sunset flip-and than power bombs Hanson into the nearby guard railing as the crowd explodes.]
Chris Caudill: With so much on the line tonight. These two are going at it!
[Black takes a moment to breath-before delivering a knee to the face of Noah Hanson. He than picks him up and slides him back into the ring-rolling him up for a cover:
ONE!
TWO!!
THR—KICKOUT!!
Black lifts him up again-and kicks him in the spine. Hanson screams in pain as he slowly gets to his feet. Black goes for a discuss lariat-but Hanson ducks it and hits a german suplex-dropping Black on his head. While going up-they managed to hit the ref as well. The fans begin to cheer as the ref is out-and both men are on the mat.]
Chris Caudill: This doesn’t bode well.
[The crowd erupts in boo’s as man in a black hood jumps the railing-and slides into the ring behind Noah Hanson. Hanson is the first to his feet-and he turns around-only to be lifted up by the man in the hood-and dropped with a Go 2 Sleep.]
Ricky Cravate: NO WAY!
Chris Caudill: Oh god.
[He drops the hood, revealing the face of John Pariah. He than quickly nails the rolling elbow to the face of Noah Hanson-taking him down to the mat.]
Ricky Cravate: LIGHTS OUT! John Pariah just put Noah’s Lights Out!
[Pariah crouches down next to Hanson.]
John Pariah: Noah Hanson…you have failed this company!
[He rolls to the floor and escapes through the crowd as Elijah gets to his feet-oblivious to everything that just happened. He see’s Hanson laid out in the ring, as he climbs to the turnbuckle and hits a split legged moonsault-crashing into Hanson. The ref comes to as Black goes for the cover:
ONE!!
TWO!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!
Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..ELIJAH…BLACK!!
[The crowd roars as Black rolls to the floor-celebrating his victory.]
Ricky Cravate: Elijah Black is the Number One Contender!
Chris Caudill: Thanks to an assist from Jo—
Ricky Cravate: Hush you!
[“Smash the Control Machine” reprises as Elijah Black heads up the ramp in victory.]
WINNER: ELIJAH BLACK via pinfall @ 15:23
[The camera’s fade back to the ring-where Noah Hanson is climbing to his feet. The fans give him a huge round of applause until John Pariah slides back into the ring behind him. He holds up both of the Tag Title belts-and than drops them on the mat-waiting for Hanson to turn around. He turns around-and this time unleashes with a flurry of strikes. Pariah ducks a lariat attempt from Hanson-and grabs his bad arm-dragging him to the mat and locking in a crippler crossface.]
Ricky Cravate: Just Like That 2.0!
Chris Caudill: Can we get security down here?
[Hanson begins tapping out-as Pariah wrenches back on him, as “Perfect Insanity” hits the PA system. Pariah immediately lets go-and turns to the stage.]
Ricky Cravate: Oh Christ…
Chris Caudill: BRIAN HOLLYWOOD IS HERE!!! HOLLYWOOD IS HERE!!!
[Hollywood emerges from the curtain-wearing a black wifebeater and jeans. His hands are taped up-and he looks ready to fight as he sprints down the ring and slides in. He and Pariah immediately come to blows-exchanging rights and lefts. Hollywood throws a wild knee and doubles his former partner over, and throws him into the turnbuckle.]
Ricky Cravate: for a week, Brian Hollywood has stewed over what Pariah did at Civil War.
Chris Caudill: And I don’t think Pariah’s explanation tonight was particularly helpful either!
[Hollywood lifts him up and goes for a Layoff-but Pariah shoves him off and slides out of the ring. He grabs one of the belts-and hops the railing-high tailing it through the crowd. He slings it over his shoulder-and points to his head.]
John Pariah: Huh? What about that Brian? I’m still smarter than you!
[The fans cheer as Hollywood checks on Noah Hanson, who is obviously holding his arm in pain. Medical staff come to the ring, as “Perfect Insanity” reprises and we fade to credits.]
Chris Caudill: We’ll see you next week! PWX returns to the ARC Center in Valparaiso for LIVE Adrenaline Action!
Ricky Cravate: Good night!
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