Post by PWXonline on May 22, 2013 21:12:25 GMT -5
PWX Adrenaline 38: Of Grudges and Gold
Wednesday, May 22nd 2013
ARC Center
Valparaiso, IN
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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 38!
[Pyro shoots up as the camera pans around the ARC Center, in Valparaiso, IN]
Ricky Cravate: We are LIVE from the former home of PWX, the ARC Center in Valparaiso, Indiana!
Chris Caudill: Tonight folks, it’s a huge event-two titles are on the line, as Ophellia Morganti makes her first Hybrid Title defense against Darin Zion - and Shadoe Rage makes his first Evolution Title defense, against the Untouchables Jason Aries!
Ricky Cravate: Plus, the Controversial Roses-Timothy Hunt and Daniel Tyler face off against Bad Attitude, Mike Tomkins and Adam Stryker in a HUGE Tag Team Match!
Chris Caudill: Not to mention, the former World Champion collides with the Number One Contender-it's a UWL Grudge Match as Elijah Black faces James Silkk!
Ricky Cravate We’re not wasting a second, let’s go ringside for some action!
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SINGLES MATCH:
TROY STONE vs JAY SWIFT
[The fans in the arena cheer as Troy Stone and Jay Swift stand in the ring-face to face. Swift goes on the attack and Stone ducks it-dropping him with a neck breaker. Stone puts the boots to Swift as the crowd roars-before he lifts him up and shoots him into the ropes. He drops Swift with a hard spinebuster-immediatly rolling him into a cover:
ONE!
T---KICKOUT!!!
The fans boo as Swift kicks out. Stone picks him up and shoots him into the ropes again-knocking him down to the floor with a running lariat. He steps out onto the apron-and dives off, taking Swift out with a diving lariat. He plays to the crowd, before picking him up and dropping him with a neck breaker across the knee. He than slams him in the chest with his forearm-as the crowd begins to boo.]
Chris Caudill: I don't think Troy Stone cares what these fans think.
Ricky Cravate: Would you? He was embarrassed last week by Jay Swift…..he wants vengeance!
[Stone picks him up and slides I'm into the ring. He lifts him up and over his shoulders-dropping him on his head as the crowd boos loudly.]
Chris Caudill: He calls that, TombSTONE!
[He hooks the leg-as the ref counts:
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Stone rolls to the floor as his music hits, celebrating a decisive victory]
Ricky Cravate: Troy Stone making an impact on Jay Swift tonight!
WINNER: TROY STONE via pinfall @ 4:10
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[Noah Hanson and Vixen are walking backstage with a purpose, Noah's shoulder is taped up due to the attack from John Pariah the previous show. A backstage reporter catches Noah and tries to get a word with the PWX Hall of Famer....]
Reporter: Noah! Noah!
[Noah pauses and stops, looks at the reporter and shakes his head.]
Noah: You again? What do you want I have business to attend to with Lilith and you are holding me up! Be quick about whatever you want...
Reporter: Well I was wondering what your thoughts are about John Pariah attacking you last week and injuring your shoulder.
[Noah looks at his bandaged shoulder and smiles.]
Noah: First thing is first since no one else has the guts I am going to do it first. I am going to everyone needs to text red cross to 90999 it will help the people in crisis after the tornadoes in Oklahoma this week and if you need me to come out there and kick each and every one of your sorry ass to do something that selfless then fine so be it.
Reporter: I agree, well said...
[Noah glared at the reporter.]
Noah: Oh gee thanks for your support ya goof [Noah piefaces the reporter from view as he snatches the mic from him.]
Noah: John boy I hope you have a good excuse for doing what you did. You don't do something like what you did and expect to not have some retribution coming your way. You called yourself a savior, I call you a false prophet...i call you a sham, I fraud...a fake...at least the fans know full well what they get from me...i am an asshole, I don't owe anyone anything and I don't want a thing from the fans...you come off like a used car salesman...an ambulance chaser....but I am curious as to what you might say...
[Noah drops the mic, looks at the reporter off screen and then leaves as the scene fades.]
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Face the Court
[The arena goes black, the sounds of owls hooting can be heard echoing around the arena-the tron lights up with a white mask]
[The sounds of owls continue, as a voice breaks the eerie silence.]
Distorted Voice 1: We walk amongst you.
Distorted Voice 2: We work in secret
Distorted Voice 3: We live in shadows.
Distorted Voice 1: Our secrets will come to light.
Distorted Voice 2: Our endeavors will be shown to the world.
Distorted Voice 3: We will show you our faces.
Distorted Voice 1: You will face your fears
Distorted Voice 2: You will face your demons
Distorted Voice 3: You will face your darkest desires.
All Three Voices: You Will Face The Court....
[The lights go black, and the owls stop hooting, as the lights come back up]
Chris Caudill: What the hell?
Ricky Cravate: That wasn't creepy...not creepy at all.
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Camera takes us backstage where we see Adam Stryker arriving to the ARC Center, sporting his typical "Angry Go Crazy" tee and Disturbia "Anti Hero" jacket. He is visibly angry as camera man stops him for few questions.
Camera Man: "Adam, any words you have on Jason Ar--"
Adam Stryker: "I will not waste my words on Jason Aries. The Untouchables tried to get him to the top, to places he would never reach by himself... and he end up being an ungrateful traitor? He'll get his shit kicked up next week."
Camera Man: "If Jason Aries wins the Evolution title tonight, will you challenge him for the championship?"
Adam Stryker: "Why would I? If he wins, I will let him enjoy his stupid Evo title, as it will be the only thing left when I break his fucking neck in our match. And then... I'll move to the title that really matters to me..."
Stryker stops for a moment, smirking arrogantly.
Adam Stryker: "I'm cheering for Darin Zion tonight. I want him at The Initiative, we both want that match to settle our little... problems, yeah, let's call that problems. Regaining the Hybrid Championship will be a sweet, sweet cherry on the top of the cake that will be the final demise of Darin Zion. Provided by my own hands. I promise you... things will get real... and he will die hard."
Adam pushes the camera aside as he walks, almost marches away.
Chris Caudill: Stryker and Tomkins go to war with Timothy Hunt and Daniel Tyler – TONIGHT!
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PWX EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:
PWX Evolution Champion SHADOE RAGE (c)
vs
JASON ARIES
Chris Caudill: Evolution Championship Match up next!
Ricky Cravate: Can Aries win his second PWX Title tonight?
Both men stand across from each other as the referee shows the Evolution title to the crowd as he walks over to the corner handing it off. He walks over and asks both men if they are ready as he signals for the bell both men circle each other before going in for a hard lock up. Neither man is getting the upper hand until Rage pushes Aries off back in to the corner with a smirk. Aries comes out of the corner getting in the face of Rage who has a few choice words for Aries and then slaps him in the face. Aries grabs the side of his face with an intense smile coming over his face he goes after Rage. Rage hides in the corner as the referee pulls Aries back as Rage rushes him he drops down with a drop toe hold. Aries then transitions in to a headlock as Rage begins to try and fight his way to his feet. Rage begins to scream at Aries as he gets to one knee catching him with a few back elbows finally breaking free. Rage then hits Aries with an elbow strike he laughs it off returning the favor. Both men continue as the crowd goes back with a course of cheers and boos until Rage finally gets the upper hand with a knee to the stomach and a quick and sudden snap suplex. He then begins to reign punches and elbow strikes to Aries who covers up fighting out of it getting back to his feet. Rage grabs the arm of Aries trying to whip him in but Aries reverses with a back flip springing off the ropes he goes for a sunset flip as the referee goes down for the count. 1…2 Rage quickly kicks out sliding a way with a pissed off look on his face.
Chris Caudill: Aries looking good tonight.
Ricky Cravate: I still think it was a STUPID move of him to talk to the Untouchables like that!
Aries is now back to his feet as both men just walk to the center of the ring and begin hitting each other with hard shots as Rage grabs Aries head and begins hitting him with violent knee strikes one after the other suddenly Aries breaks free grabbing the head of Rage he brings it down and begins hitting him with violent Kawada style kicks over and over until the last one produces a loud smack throughout the arena as Rages head snaps up Aries hits a discus lariat knocking Rage down hard to the mat he goes for a quick cover hooking the leg the referee begins the count 1….2.. Rage kicks out as he rolls to the outside trying to catch his breath but out of nowhere Aries cines running with a suicide dive as Rage hits the barricade hard he falls to the floor as Aries looks out over the crowd with an intense expression as he grabs Rage picking him up he throws him back in the ring Aries gets up on to the apron as he does Rage comes out of nowhere snapping him throat first across the rope then quickly bringing him back inside the ring with a stalling vertical suplex. Aries crashes hard to the mat as he grabs at his back Rage stands at the ready and comes flying with a knee that connects square with Aries chin knocking him down to the canvas Rage goes for the cover the referee slides in to position 1……..2…..21/2 Aries rolls the shoulder but Rage wastes no time getting him back to his feet he begins hitting him with more elbows going for a spinning elbow strike but Aries blocks hitting a saito suplex dumping Rage on the back of his head.
Chris Caudill: That…that looked painful.
Rage is on his stomach as both men are on the mat Aries getting to his feet first he begins trying to drag Rage to his feet he finally does hitting a few palm strikes Rage falls back in to the corner as he shoves away at Aries who backs up and comes running he hits a shotgun drop kick in the corner as Rage once again collapses to the mat. Aries looks to the corner and climbs to the top rope standing up he leaps off going for the 450 splash but Rage gets his knees up as he does Aries crashes down hard grabbing at his mid-section Rage quickly gets up running hitting another flying knee Aries is now out on his feet as Rage hits another one turning Aries inside out he goes for the cover. The referee slides in to position 1…………..2……………….21/2 Aries somehow gets the shoulder up Rage screams grabbing Aries he hits him with a roaring elbow square on the chin knocking Aries almost out cold as Rage goes to the top rope leaping off he hits the Angel Of Death Drop. Aries rolls out of the way at the last second as the crowd pops loudly. He hops up and catches Rage with an enziguri kick to the head. He quickly grabs him and hits the Aries Judgement.
Ricky Cravate: NO WAY!
Aries rolls him up for a pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Chris Caudill: Hard fought victory from Jason Aries! We have a NEW Evolution Champion!
Ricky Cravate: What the hell?
WINNER: JASON ARIES via pinfall @ 8:12
Aries rolls to the floor, looking as amazed as anyone. Rage gets to his feet and slides out of the ring-catching him with a running lariat. He picks him up-and piledrives him on the floor. He smirks-draping the belt over Aries as we fade to commercial
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TAG TEAM GRUDGE MATCH:
TIMOTHY HUNT and DANIEL TYLER
versus
ADAM STRYKER and MIKE TOMKINS
Hunt and Stryker begin brawling-as Hunt throws Stryker into a steel crate. Tyler whips Tomkins into the wall. Hunt grabs a chair-and crashes it into the back of Stryker-sending him reeling further into the back of the arena. Tomkins starts fighting back-throwing a knee and DDTing Tyler onto the concrete.]
Chris Caudil: This is chaos incarnate.
Ricky Cravate: As you can see, there's a ref in there. The bell has rung. Lillith Morgan has made this a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE Tag Team Match!
Ricky Cravate: OW! Bad Stryker battling back with a stiff series of forearms to the face-and is following up with a violent exploder suplex-sending the former Hybrid Champion down a small flight of steps-taking this match and going deeper into the bowels of the arena!
Chris Caudil: DANGEROUS!!
[Tomkins picks up Tyler-and drags him toward the catering section. Ref's have now joined both brawls-already in progress-as Tomkins drags Tyler across the catering table-crashing into boxes of donuts, drinks, and whatnot. He smashes him in the face with a box of doughnuts-before putting a series of boots into him.]
Chris Caudil: Mike Tomkins adding insult to injury here as he picks up Daniel Tyler-and smashes his head into a steel coffee maker.
Ricky Cravate: Thank GOD it didn't break.
Chris Caudil: Yet...
[Tomkins repeats this step twice more-bashing Tyler's head into the coffee maker. He finally grabs a cup of ice water-before throwing it into Tylers face-and connecting with a superkick-sending Tyler to the cement floor.]
Ricky Cravate: On the other side of the arena. Hunt and Stryker are brawling toward a security office.
[Hunt nails Stryker with a running lariat-sending him to the floor. He smirks as he picks him up-and tries to exploder him through the glass window. Stryker blocks it-and throws a knee-doubling Hunt over. He sets him up for a pump handle-lifting him up onto his shoulders-and catapaulting him into the window-shattering it.]
Chris Caudil: OH MY GOD!
[On the other side of the war zone, Mike Tomkins has Daniel Tyler up-and drops him with a brainbuster through a table. He makes a cover:
ONE!
TWO!
T--KICKOUT!!!!
Chris Caudill: How in the ever living fuck did Daniel Tyler kick out of that?
[Tomkins lifts him up-and Stryker runs in-immediatly cutting Tyler in half with a spear. He rolls Tyler up for a cover:
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!!
[The bell is heard ringing as the ref holds up Stryker and Tomkins's arms.
WINNERS: BAD ATTITUDE via pinfall @ 9:39
Chris Caudill: It was a violent war!
Ricky Cravate: I doubt its over between these two!
Chris Caudill: Does this make them Number One Contenders to the Tag Team Championship?
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[The camera cuts away as Lillith Morgan walks into frame smiling-and clapping her hands.]
Lillith Morgan: Good job boys….now here's my plan. In two weeks-it will be the 40th episode of Adrenaline. It's going to be headlined by a Tag Team Championship Match!
Chris Caudill: WOAH!
Lillith Morgan: It's going to be you two…..those two over there…
[The camera cuts to Hunt and Tomkins-who are pulling themselves from the wreckage as medical staff checks on them.]
Lillith Morgan: Brian Hollywood..and a partner of his choosing….
[The crowd roars loudly.]
Lillith Morgan: And John Pariah…and a partner of HIS choosing…
[The crowd boos loudly.]
Lillith Morgan: Four teams…Ultimate Endurance….Elimination Rules…..enjoy!
[She smiles as she walks away-and we fade to commercial.]
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[The arena 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. He stops at ringside-and looks over the arena, before sliding into the ring and posing on the ropes. He throws his hood back-throwing his arms in a crucifix pose. He steps down off the ropes-and slings the PWX World Tag Title belt over his shoulder. Smiling-he takes a mic from Alexis Lace as the music dies down.]
John Pariah: I'm sorry.
Chris Caudill: What?
John Pariah: I'm sorry if my actions as of late have offended you, if they have-than you [bleep]ing needed it!
[The crowd boos loudly, as Pariah smirks.]
John Pariah: We all know what I did at Civil War, we all know what I did last week at the Excalibur. As I told you last week-I don't owe any single person an explanation. Not Nighthawk, not Timothy Hunt, not Darin Zion-and not you fans! If anything, you owe ME and explanation!
Ricky Cravate: You tell them John!
John Pariah: You all know why too. Where were any of you 'loyal fans' at when I was in a coma? Where were any of you when I was fighting for custody of my child? Where were you when I suffered for seven months-after getting thrown through the stage-fighting and clawing my way back to the ring? As far as I'm concerned, each and every single fan is on my list-and you have failed this company!
[The crowd boos louder]
Chris Caudill: Good god!
John Pariah: I owe an explanation to nobody-especially the cancer that has eaten away at this company. Those who fail this company will be punished-and as far as the fans go, you will be punished by me breaking your heroes down!
Crowd: Shut The Fuck Up! *clap clap clapclapclap* Shut The Fuck Up!
[Pariah paces around the ring-looking into the crowd. He spots a man dressed in black, wearing a white Court of Owls mask. The camera cuts back to Pariah, who see's him and stops silent-staring the figure down. We cut back to the crowd, and he's gone. Pariah shakes his head and looks over the booing crowd once more.]
John Pariah: Brian Hollywood....is the first name on my list. He knows why he's there. But the question over the last week has been on Noah Hanson. Why did I cost Noah yet another World Title opprotunity? Why did I hand the Number One Contendership to Elijah Black last week? Why did I come within seconds from ripping his arm out of his socket? It's because he failed my company. He ran away when the going got tough. When PWX went through its dark days-where was Noah Hanson? Someone who would of been considering a Founding Father of PWX, where was he? He was nowhere to be found. It took us offering him a Hall of Fame spot-it took us, the company he 'so dearly loved'-offering to put his name in lights, make him the center of attention to get him back here. Noah Hanson doesn't care about any of you-and he doesn't care about PWX....
[The crowd boos loudly.]
John Pariah: I do. I care about PWX. Broken bones, broken soul-I live for this company. So Noah, if you want to see your name in lights-that's fine. That's great actually. Next week? Adrenaline 39..your name will be on the marquee, because from Evansville, Indiana-it will be Hanson...versus Pariah-for the FIRST TIME EVER!
[The crowd roars with cheers at the idea of Hanson getting his revenge.]
John Pariah: Next week, Noah..I'll mark your name off my list for good....
["Perfect Insanity" hits the PA system, as Brian Hollywood steps out onto the stage. The crowd errupts with cheers as Noah Hanson steps out with him. They both rush the ring-as Hanson stands gaurd for anyone to interfere. Hollywood and Pariah come to blows again in the ring. Hollywood throws a knee and doubles Pariah over-before going for the layoff. Pariah blocks it and drags Hollywood to the mat with Just Like That 2.0-locking a cross face in. Hanson slides in and breaks it up-throwing Pariah into the ropes-taking him out with a lariat. Hanson goes for a submission-but Pariah fights out of, throwing an elbow to the side of his head. Hanson stumbles into the ropes as Pariah turns around and catches an Executive Promise from Brian Hollywood. The crowd roars as the lights begin to flicker. The camera cuts to the crowd, where a man in an Owl mask stands.]
Chris Caudill: Umm..what?
[The light goes out again, and comes back up-with a second and third person in the crowd. This continues as we see more and more "Court" members in the crowd. The crowd boos as Pariah gets to his feet. He turns Hollywood around as the lights continue to flicker. Pariah delivers a chop to the chest-and they exchange blows. The crowd roars as the lights go off again-and come back up with a blue spotlight in the center of the ring.]
Ricky Cravate: Who the hell?
Chris Caudill: What is going on?
[The lights come back up all the way, and we see Hollywood and Hanson laid out on their backs in the ring-both with white Court masks placed over their face. We see Pariah laying on the mat-face down, half dangling off the apron. Medical staff comes to check on everyone as the camera pans around the arena-unable to find any of the masked men who were just in the crowd.]
Chris Caudill: A creepy sight we've seen here Ricky!
Ricky Cravate: Who are the Court?
Chris Caudill: What do they want?
[We fade to commercial.]
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PWX HYBRID CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:
PWX Hybrid Champion OPHELIA MORGANTI (c)
versus
DARIN ZION
The match starts out quick as Ophelia goes looking, and connects with a mid level kick to Zion. The shot takes Zion off balanced, but as Ophelia tries for another kick, Zion grabs a hold of her leg and pulls her down to the ground. Ophelia is now on the ground as Zion is looking for a quick elbow drop. But Ophelia is to quick as she rolls out of the way, avoiding the elbow. Zion starts to make his way up but Ophelia is right there with a quick drop kick that takes Zion into the turnbuckle. Ophelia is up quickly and sends a few shots to the face of Zion, and is then looking for an elbow. But Zion catches Ophelia?s arm and yanks her around so that she is now in the turnbuckle. Zion is quick to give Ophelia a few kicks to the gut and then he whips her into the opposite turnbuckle. He runs towards her, and gets a big clothesline that sandwhiches her inbetween the turnbuckles. Ophelia drops to one knee, obvousisly taken back by the hard blow. Zion wastes no time grabbing a hold of her and takes her back down to the ground with a gutrench power slam.
Chris Caudill: This isn't looking good for Ophelia right now. For the moment Zion has grounded the speedy and highflying Ophelia.
Ricky Cravate: And that can be a problem because if Ophelia can't use her speed, she would be in real big trouble.
Zion picks up Ophelia and gives her a few chops to the chest, and then backs up, looking for a big standing clothesline. But Ophelia ducks under it, and jumps up high to hook in a Hurricanranna. Zion has now been throwin into the middle of the ring, and he's starting to get up. Ophelia runs up to the ropes and lionsults off the middle rope, looking to take out Zion. But Zion catches Ophelia in mid air and runs into the turnbuckle, driving Ophelia's back hard into the corner. Zion steps out, and now lifts Ophelia high in the air for what looks like a Military press. But Ophelia wiggles enough so that she is able to fall behind Zion and she goes for a quick small package.
One
T...kick out
Ricky Cravate: And the sneaky pin is not enough.
Chris Caudill: I dont think thats the real issue right here Keenan. Ophelia has just put Zion on the defense so now she is able to gain up some speed and momentum. Good plan by Ophelia.
Ophelia is up now as Zion is trying to make it to his feet. Ophelia sends a few kicks to his gut, wearing him down before he totally makes it to his feet. Ophelia drops down and gives Zion a firemans carry drop and follows up with a back flip, landing right on top of Zion. But she doesnt go for the pin. Instead she picks him up and locks up him into a DDT position. But Ophelia backs up and stands on the second rope and hits Zion with a Tornado DDT. The shot looks like it has taken both of them out as they both lay on the ground
Chris Caudill: A very unorthidox style we are seeing from Ophelia here tonight. She wants to keep her unbeaten streak alive…to say nothing for her Hybrid Title reign!
Ricky Cravate: Well Ophelia is no pushover, but everytime she starts to gain some speed, Zion is right there counter and stop Ophelia's momentum cold in its track. So she needs to try something else in order to win this match.
Ophelia is the first one to make her way up, and Zion is quick to follow. But Ophelia has the upper hand as she grabs a hold of Zion, putting him in a suplex position. But Zion counters, lifting the much lighter Ophelia high into the air, and then drops her face first. Ophelia looks to be in pain as Zion quickly rushes in with a hard kick to the chest that sends Ophelia up to her feet, and allows Zion to hook a big double arm DDT, taking her down to the ground. Zion goes fof the pin.
One
Two
T....kick out.
Ricky Cravate: That was almost enough to keep Ophelia down for the count.
Chris Caudill: The word is almost, Ophelias still got some energy left in her.
Zion grabs a hold of Ophelia's hair, and pulls her up only to get her for a bodyslam and bring her back down to the ground. Zion bounces of the ropes, and jumps up high, driving a knee right into the sternum of Ophelia. She rolls around to her stomach, holding her chest. Zion wastes no time grabbing a hold of Ophelia's legs and putting her in a Texas cloverleaf. Ophelia flails around, reaching as much as she can for the ropes which are just out of site. But Zion pulls her closer to the middle of the ring, making it harder for her to get to the ropes.
Chris Caudill: This could be the end for Ophelia!
Ophelia's back cant take much more, but she keeps fighting forward, lookgin for any ray of hope that she might be able to get to the ropes or escape the submission move. Then, all at once, Zion throws Ophelia's legs to the ground, and signals that he's had enough. He yanks Ophelia up hard, and puts her up in a power bomb position.
Ricky Cravate: I think Zions looking for power bomb that could put Ophelia out cold!
Zion lifts Ophelia up high in the air, holding her up in a crucifix position and takes a few steps forward. But out of no where Ophelia slides down the back of Zion, escaping the powerbomb, and as Zion looks back, he gets a hard kick to the gut. Ophelia reaches around behind Zion and starts looking for Rumors-but Zion Twists his way out of it, and hits Ophelia with a Northern Lights suplex. Ophelia is on the ground in the middle of the ring, and Zion races to the top rope. He dives off with a diving elbow, but Ophelia moves out of the way. Both competitors are on the ground barely moving as the ref starts the ten count.
Chris Caudill: Oh my, both Zion and Ophelia where looking for some big moves, and it hit them both in the ass!
Ricky Cravate: Its become anyone's match now.
[Zion gets to his feet first, as Misery Daines hops the railing to distract the ref. Suddenly, Adam Stryker hops the railing. Zion is setting Ophellia up for the Zion Effect-but Stryker drops him with a spear, cutting him in half.]
Chris Caudill NO!! Zion could of had the title won!
[Stryker picks him up-and hits him with a buckle bomb, before hitting a massive lariat in the corner. He follows up the momentum with a flatliner, and rolls to the floor as the crowd boos loudly.]
Ricky Cravate: Stryker said he was rooting for Zion…why would he do this?
Chris Caudill: To send a message!
[Ophelia is the first to her feet-as Zion gets up. He turns around-and is met with a super kick, followed up by a face buster from the champion.]
Chris Caudill: SOULESS MAYHEM!!!
[She goes for the cover:
One!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
[Her music reprises as the ref holds up her hand.]
Chris Caudill: Out of nowhere! Ophelia claims the win-and is STILL Hybrid Champion!
Ricky Cravate: Impressive victory over a former Triple Crown Champion!
[She smiles as she rolls to the floor-and holds up her hands in victory.]
WINNER: OPHELIA MORGANTI via pinfall @ 12:20
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UWL GRUDGE MATCH:
ELIJAH BLACK versus JAMES SILKK
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for you Adrenaline 38 MAIN EVENT!!
[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 Number One Contender to the World Title is looking to topple a former World Champion tonight!
Ricky Cravate: The Untouchables are on a roll tonight!
Chris Caudill: This is true…
[The lights go out, as a guitar intro is heard over the PA System, and blue and white strobe lights flicker throughout the arena.]
“IIIIMMMM NOOTT LIIKEEE YOUUU!!!”
[“More Like You" by Scars of Life hits the PA system. James Silkk steps out onto the stage and turns his back to the ring. He throws his arms out-and yells, arching his back before turning around. ]
How can I change the image looking back when I stare in the mirror A man before me stands there bathed in self doubt hatred and fear But I pound the glass as I keep looking back at a soul that’s empty and gray.
[The fans have somewhat of a mixed reaction as he heads down the ramp.]
I push away but you keep coming back into me I am unlike you What I am is insufficient by your standards So I’ll be more like you.
[He poses on the ropes as the music fades out and he waits for his opponent.]
Ricky Cravate: James Silkk has two losses to Elijah Black in a UWL ring……this time, on his home turf-the former World Champion is looking to topple his adversary!
Alexis Lace: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with television time remaining! Introducing first…the Number One Contender to the PWX World Championship…..ELIJAH..BLACK!!!
[The crowd roars with approval-as Black poses in his corner.]
Alexis Lace; His opponent..representing the Untouchables…The Abstract…JAMES…SILKK!!!!
[The crowd boos loudly as the ref calls for the bell. Silkk charges Black and catches him with a boot to the stomach, and begins unloading a series of rights and lefts on him. Backing the Number One Contender up, Silkk adds in a few kicks, and Black is covering up as he is forced into the corner.]
Ricky Cravate: It’s a smart move! He wants to be forceful, and end this quickly!
[Silkk ends the physical assault and quickly whips Black out of the corner, but Black reverses and it’s Silkk who is sent running across the ring. Black charges in, but Silkk spins out of the way, yet Black is able to stop himself just before crashing chest first into the turnbuckles. Black turns around, and Silkk is right there charging him with a clothesline, sending Black over the top rope and down to the floor.]
Chris Caudill: And James Silkk has started out this match taking control! It’s a little unexpected to say the least!
Ricky Cravate: James Silkk may be the smartest player in the game right now Chris!
Chris Caudill: Black is no slouch though!
Ricky Cravate: No. A shmuck, but not a slouch!
[Silkk quickly climbs out of the ring and drops down to the floor, as Black is trying to pick himself up off of the concrete. He’s up to a knee, and Silkk walks over and begins driving right hands right into the forehead of the former Evolution Champion, and it doesn’t take long for us to see the effects. Silkk backs off and shakes his head at Black, and then reaches back and slaps him across the face, eliciting an “OHHHHHH!!!!” from the crowd.]
Chris Caudill: A sign of PURE disrespect from James Silkk here!
[And also not the smartest idea, apparently, because the slap seemed to wake Black up. He explodes back up to his feet, driving his shoulder into the midsection of Silkk, and slams his back up against the ringpost, causing Silkk head to also bounce off of it as well.]
Ricky Cravate: That’s what he gets!
[Black doesn’t let Silkk drop to the floor though, instead hanging on in a bear hug. He carries Silkk down the length of the ring, and slams him into THAT ringpost now!]
Chris Caudill: Someone call a chiropractor…Silkk is going to need it after this!
Ricky Cravate: He may need more than that…
[Black finally drops him, and Silkk falls to the floor reaching around grabbing at his back, as Black looks to the crowd, and begins stomping down right in the middle of his back. Reaching down, he pulls Silkk back up to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring, and then follows him in. Silkk is moving slowly, trying to crawl away, still reaching at his back. Black catches him easily though and pulls him up to his feet, hooks him up, and tosses him with a German release suplex, and Silkk’ back arches up in pain upon impact with the mat.]
Chris Caudill: Black is going to work on the back of Silkk now that he’s gotten him softened up a bit.
Ricky Cravate: Don't worry about it Chris…the Abstract is playing possum!
[Black lifts him up and drops him with a backbreaker across the knee. Silkk screams with pain as the Number One Contender smirks.]
Chris Caudill: Sure about that?
[Black stalks Silkk and pulls him up again, this time scooping him up and dropping him deliberately across his leg for another backbreaker, but holds it there, turns him so he’s laying facing up, and drives his knee right into the back while pushing down on each end. Silkk’ arms are flailing in pain, as Black is yelling at him to give it up. When it becomes apparent Silkk isn’t going to submit, Black scoops him right back up, and tosses him up and behind him with a big fallaway slam!]
Chris Caudill: Black has turned this one around in a hurry, as he is just man-handling James Silkk right now!
[Black lays across Silkk for a non-chalant pin attempt.]
ONE!!!
TWO!!
Chris Caudill: No! Silkk gets a shoulder up!
[Getting back to his feet, Black pulls Silkk up and quickly sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Silkk manages to barely duck under a clothesline attempt, and delivers a hard enziguri to the head of Black. The crowd boos as both men are down.]
Chris Caudill: A desperation move by Silkk!
[Silkk quickly rolls out of the ring to try and recover, as Black sits up, shaking his head. He looks around and spots Silkk on the outside of the ring, gets to his feet, and heads towards the ropes, but the referee stops him from getting out of the ring, while Silkk looks up and taunts him. Black shoves the referee aside and tries to lean over the top rope to grab Silkk, but Silkk jumps up onto the apron, grabs onto Black’s head, and drops back down stringing his throat across the top rope and sending Black flying backwards and to the mat. Silkk laughs as he slides back into the ring, stalking the Number One Contender. Black gets up to his hands and knees, and Silkk lays a boot to the back of Black’s head, flattening him out again, and then quickly lands a leg drop right across the back of his head. Silkk then quickly rolls him over and hooks the leg.]
Chris Caudill: Now Silkk with a cover!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Kickout!
Ricky Cravate: A strong kickout from the Untouchables leader!
[Silkk glares up at the referee and yells something about a slow count, but gets up to his feet and pulls Black up with him. He lifts a knee to the midsection, puts Black in a front facelock, and hoists him up for a standing vertical suplex, keeping him in the air for quite a while before bringing him crashing down to the mat. He floats over Black for another cover.]
Chris Caudill: Silkk for another pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Kickout!
Ricky Cravate: And again, Black kicks out!
[Silkk slams the mat in anger and gets up yelling at the referee, but not turning his focus away from Black, who tries to sit up. Silkk reaches down and pulls him the rest of the way up, landing a punch to the side of his head in the process. He grabs Black by the arm and whips him hard into the corner, and Black’s back slams into the turnbuckles. Silkk smirks and circles back towards the opposite corner before turning around and charging in, but is surprised by Black who explodes out of the corner and knocks Silkk down with a huge shoulder block. Silkk pops right back up to his feet and tries to land a punch, but Black blocks it and fires off 3 quick jabs and follows them up with a left hook that sends Silkk stumbling away towards the ropes. Black stays on him and pushes him off the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and landing a discuss lariat. He drops an elbow across his chest-and begins to pound away at Silkk some more.]
Chris Caudill: Black has gotten his second wind!
[Getting back up to a vertical base now, Black reaches down and pulls locks Silkk's arms and legs up-lifting his head up and smashing it to the mat with a curb stomp.]
Ricky Cravate; Eye's Wide Closed!
Chris Caudill: This should do it!
[He rolls Silkk into a cover:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE…
Chris Caudill: NO!! Silkk managed to get a shoulder up at the last possible second!
Ricky Cravate: That HAD to be pure instinct…because he’s in some pain right now!
[Black just smirks and shakes his head, as he pulls Silkk back to his feet. He goes to scoop Silkk up for a slam, but Silkk slips over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind the Champion, and clubs him across the back of the head with a forearm sending him staggering forward into the ropes. Black turns around, leaning back against the ropes, and sees Silkk charging him, drops down, and pulls the top rope down.]
Chris Caudill: Black lowered the bridge!
Ricky Cravate: But look!
[Silkk was able to save himself from crashing to the floor by grabbing onto the middle rope. Black gets up, and Silkk drives his shoulder right into the midsection of the Next Generation Champion, causing Black to stumble backwards. Climbing back into the ring, Silkk grabs Black by the arm and spins him around, but is met with a boot to the stomach. Black bounces off the ropes-and hits a Burakkusuta as the crowd explodes.]
Chris Caudill: HOLY DAMN!
[Black points his middle and index finger as Silkk-like it was a gun, before lifting him up. He lifts him onto his shoulders with an argentine rack-and drops him with a cutter as the crowd roars loudly.]
Chris Caudill: THE BLACK MANOUVERE!!
Ricky Cravate: Oh no...
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Chris Caudill: It’s over!
[The referee calls for the bell, and raises Black’s hand in victory once he’s back to his feet. The crowd roars loudly as he motions for a belt, and celebrates his win.]
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner..ELIJAH..BLACK!!
WINNER: NO CONTEST
[He rolls to the floor and heads up the ramp in victory. James Silkk crawls to his feet-distraught by his loss. Suddenly the lights go out and a blue spotlight hits the middle of the ring.]
Chris Caudill: Oh no…
[Silkk looks around, as the spotlight goes out.]
Ricky Cravate: Not again…
[The lights come back on-and Silkk is laid out on the mat, wearing a white Court mask]
Ricky Cravate: They strike again!
Chris Caudill: Who is the Court?
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