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PWX Adrenaline
“Let The Games Begin”
September 14th 2009
Former ECW Arena
Philadelphia, PA
Welcome to PWX Match:
X-TREME DREAM vs SAMUEL HYNES
The show kicks off with a “Welcome to PWX” Match. Samuel Hynes and X-Treme Dream both shake hands, and the opening bell rings. They lock up, with Dream getting the upperhand-forcing him into a corner. He delivers a series of hard shots to the ribs of Hynes, and then hits a double underhook suplex-dropping his back first on the mat. He hits a cover, but Hynes kicks out at one. He lifts him up-and throws a knee. Quickly, Dream hits him with a Fisherman Suplex out of nowhere, and scores the three count. The bell rings, and Dream celebrates his first win in PWX.
Without warning, “The Violent Messiah” Creed hops the railing-and lays Dream out with a trash can lid. He smirks as he continues the rampage, until officials pull him off. He licks his lips sadistically as officials help a bloody Xtreme Dream to his feet. Fade out.
WINNER: X-Treme Dream
Executively Speaking]
Shawn Lester is seen standing backstage with a microphone in his hand.
Shawn Lester: Ladies and Gentleman, my guest at this time, Bri...err....Mr. Hollywood!
Crowd erupt in boos as Brian Hollywood walks on screen and stands next to Shawn.
Hollywood: Ah Shawn, I'm rather impressed that you actually got that right! You almost slipped, but caught yourself. Very wise.
Shawn just nods slowly before speaking again into the microphone.
Shawn: My question to you Mr Hollywood is do you think that Michael Wrecker will actually show up and confront you tonight?
Hollywood: Well I think we all know what happened to my opponent last week Shawn. Riot did just what I told everyone last week he would do. LOSE! Whether that was if he showed up or not showed up. Either way Shawn, he lost! Now when it comes to Michael Wrecker, I believe the man will actually show up tonight. He's lucky I'm giving him at least that much credit.
Shawn: Well, do you think you'll get another win tonight and defeat Wrecker to move on in the PWX Championship tournament?
Hollywood looks at him and glares. He then laughs it off.
Hollywood: That's funny Shawn. Do you really think Michael has what it takes to beat me? Sure, you may think by the sound of his name he's a force to be WRECKENED with. As you can already see Shawn, I don't take the guys name seriously. What makes you think I'm going to take him seriously in the ring? I've been waiting for the opportunity to fight for the PWX Championship. I know have that very opportunity in my hands! I will do anything and everything I need to do to secure my spot in this tournament. I don't care who I have to go through Shawn. In this case, its Wrecker. Wrecker just found himself in the right place at the wrong time. You see, I know everyone dreams of fighting for a coveted prize like the PWX Championship, but where the wrong time comes in is me! He's up against a Veteran who knows what he's doing in that ring. Now, if he would have fought against Riot, he may have had an easy victory. However, that's not the case here Shawn.
Hollywood pauses and looks into the camera.
Hollywood: Now Wrecker, I'm only going to say this once. Don't expect to come walking out of that ring with your hand held high in the air. If your already getting your hopes up, its not worth it. I will wreck any chances of you moving on in this tournament. This tournament means more to me than anything else I've done in this business. I don't let the perfect opportunity pass me by and not seize upon the moment of taking it. No...I TAKE the opportunity and make it an Executive Priority! My Executive Priority Wrecker, is to leave you laying motionless in the ring while I move on in the tournament. The closer I get to that PWX Championship, the closer I become to just proving why I'm the best in this business today! As far as my Executive Promise is concerned Michael, lets just hope you remember what that was because if you don't, I'm going to kick it down your throat so you never forget it! Call it and ultimate Executive Promise Wrecker!
Hollywood walks off leaving Shawn just staring as the scene fades out.
Singles Match:
RIOT vs TYLER GRAVES
The fans cheer Riot to the ring. He poses on the ropes. When he hops off, Cal Roberts hits the ring, and hits Riot with a massive overhead suplex. He continues the assault, taking the masked warrior and throwing him into the turnbuckle. He delivers a series of knee’s to the ribs, before setting Riot on the top rope. He drops him head first with a Muscle Buster, before locking in a Katihajimae submission. He keeps it locked in, as he lifts him up. He throws him backwards-landing him right on his head. The crowd boo’s as he pushes Riot to the floor, and grabs the mic.
WINNER: No Contest
Let The Games Begin
The crowd roared is disproval of Cal Robert’s actions once again. He shoved the lifeless carcass of Riot out under the bottom rope with his boot. The innovator of CRITICAL.BATTLE.ART requested a microphone, and received it in record time. No one wanted to anger this man if they could help it. Roberts peeled off the CRITICAL.BATTLE.ART t-shirt to reveal the layers of muscle that hid beneath it.
The Buzz: Look I’m going to make this short and sweet. Until I get Norcia in the ring, heads are going to roll.
The crowd cheered at the mention of Michael Norcia, which caused a slight smirk on the face of Cal Roberts.
The Buzz: Yeah, cheer for Norcia all you want. But the fact of the matter is he is just as selfish as I am. The only difference between us is that I don’t sit here and lie to you guys. I don’t come out here and pretend that I care about what you think.
A fan jumped the guardrail and made it just under the bottom rope when Roberts began to nail him with boots to his back. The crowd was growing rabid by the second at Cal Roberts. As security pulled the unconscious fan from the ring, “The Buzz” continued his tirade.
The Buzz: That will happen to anyone that gets in this ring with me, fan or foe. How many more bodies need to pile up before you come and face me like a man, Norcia?
Roberts waited for a minute, perhaps hoping that Michael Norcia would come to the ring. His hopes were not to be however as
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
CAL ROBERTS vs SEAN TYLER
Sean Tyler hits the ring, and goes right on the attack on Cal Roberts. The crowd cheers loudly as Sean shoots him into the ropes-and comes back with a huge backdrop. Cal gets up-and gets planeted again with a running big boot to the face. Tyler goes for a quick pin, but Cal powers out before the two count. He picks him up-and delivers a pair of shots. He forces Buzz into the corner, and shoots him off. Cal reverses it-and hits Tyler with a picture perfect overhead suplex. He picks him up-and shoots him into the ropes. On the rebound, he hits Tyler with a perfect burning hammer neckdrop. He rolls Tyler into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
The bell rings as Roberts holds his hands high in victory.
WINNER: Cal Roberts
Reprecussions
As Cal Roberts is celebrating his victory, JP Olesen steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand.
JPO: Buzz, you think you can run this show? You think this is your personal playground? You can just come out here and beat up my wrestlers? Well Buzz, next week-you’re going to get your chance to beat up some wrestlers, because I’m booking you in a three on one GAUNTLET MATCH!
[The crowd cheers]
JPO: And as an added bonus, each participant gets to bring out, and use their own choice of weapon!
[The crowd cheers again. Buzz looks angry in the ring, as we fade out]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
MICHAEL WRECKER vs BRIAN HOLLYWOOD
The bell rings as Brian Hollywood verbally assaults Wrecker. He shrugs it off, but not before shoving the smaller Hollywood to the ground. Fuming, Hollywood takes down Wrecker with a spear as he begins pummeling him with a number of rights. Wrecker blocks one of Hollywood's punches, however, and lands one of his own, sending him reeling as Wrecker manages to get back onto his feet. When Hollywood regains his composure, it doesn't last for long as Wrecker's boot meets Hollywood's face, sending Hollywood back to the ground. Wrecker picks up Hollywood and chops him so loudly the rafters could hear it as the crowd reacts positively. Wrecker whips Hollywood across the ropes and when he returns he quickly falls down to the floor yet again with a sidewalk slam. Wrecker goes for the pinfall, but only manages a two count.
Wrecker picks up Hollywood yet again, but now Hollywood gains the advantage with a well timed rake to the eyes. He lands a European uppercut as he then grabs him and places him on the floor hard with a side effect. Hollywood goes for a cover, but Wrecker kicks out. Determined to get the victory, Hollywood stands up Wrecker and goes for the Executive Decision, but Wrecker grabs him by the foot, spins him around and clocks him with a stiff lariat to the throat! Wrecker grabs him, looking to go for the Wreckoning, but Hollywood slips behind his shoulders and rolls him up in a small package, grabbing the ropes as he secures the victory and advances to the second round of the tournament!
WINNER: Brian Hollywood
Cross Promotion
Chris: Ladies and Gentlemen, as you know-PWX star John Pariah has been involved in one of the most heated rivalries in professional wrestling. Over in a company called NCW, he’s been at war with Danny Szatkowski over their Pure Championship. We’re gonna take you live to the Licouras Center-just down the road, where NCW’s Vengence program is airing live, and listen in-as John Pariah has announced a special challenge to NCW, and Danny S!
[The scene cuts to static, and we cut in to a live feed of NCW Monday Night Vengence. The ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring, as the crowd is cheering for the action they've seen tonight.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome-the NEW National Championship Wrestling Pure Champion. GODS LAST GIFT, JOHN PARIAH!!!!
[The arena lights dim as a clock is shown on the screen. A countdown begins at Five Minutes to Midnight. An omninious guitar chord is heard, with the sounds of bells tinkling in the background, as a voice rings over the PA]
"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 look down, and whisper, "No"."
[The clock hits zero, and the lights go out completely. Pyro shoots up as "Eyesore" by Janus is heard throughout the building. Shots of rebellion, chaos, and anarchy are shown on the screen, mixed in with shots of John Pariah and Lillith posing in a black suit and black dress respectivly]
"Hearing your words out of my mouth again
Leaves me stuck with the key to
All these reasons you got in my head again
Buried here inside of me "
[Shots of John Pariah hitting his various signature moves are mixed into the footage of chaos and anarchy. Footage of children in the street are mixed in with shots of John Pariah posed with championship belts are mixed in with the footage.]
"Return all of this to sender
The mirror spoke to me and showed
All of this pretending is catching up to me "
[The words "Hope for the Hopeless" scroll across the screen as John Pariah walks out onto the stage. His head is bandaged, and he is holding the NCW Pure Championship. He smirks as he holds the title above his head, and Lillith Morgan and James Silkk step out from behind the curtain. The trio pose on the ramp-before beginning the long walk down the ramp.]
“Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide
Reach up, stand or be an eyesore
Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide
Reach up, stand or be an eyesore"
[They head down the ramp, and John Pariah slides into the ring and poses on the ropes. Silkk helps Lillith into the ring, and the two join their leader in the center of the ring. Lillith poses next to Pariah, as he holds the Pure Championship in the air. Silkk does a gun-type symbol with his hands, as the crowd boo's loudly. The music fades out, as Pariah takes the mic from the ring announcer.]
Pariah: Many many Monday Nights ago, a former sports entertainer once uttered these words-'you know who we are, but you don't know why we're here.'. I can say this, Danny Szatkowski knows who we are, and by now-the suits in the back, and the entire roster of National Championship Wrestling know why we're here.
[The crowd boo's loudly]
Pariah: For those of you who remain uneducated, hypocritical charlatans. Allow me to enlighten you. My name is John Pariah, and I am your NEW NCW Pure Champion!
Crowd: Shut the F--k Up! *clap clap clapclapclap* Shut the f--k up!
Pariah: To my immediate left, is the only active female to graduate from the SOH Wrestling Academy, Lillith Morgan. To my right, my first full time student, and protege. James Silkk! We represent a movement in this business. We represent a revolution, a presence of reform. We are the hope for the hopeless, and the salvation for the sinners. We are here for the fallen, the faithful, the loyal. You all can call this movement...THE NEW DAWN!
Crowd: Shut the F--k Up! *clap clap clapclapclap* Shut the f--k up!
Pariah: You see, the New Dawn is here to do what Tyler Graves and his Straight Edge Elite couldn't do. We are here to cleanse this company, and rid it of the vile filth that is sports entertainment. We are here for you people right here in attendence, we are here to rip this company away from the corporate hand of greed and corruption, and give this company back to it's people! The New Dawn was born here in NCW at Summerbash, when I made good on my promise to destroy Danny Szatkowski-both physically, and mentally, and take his Pure Championship. The first move against the Legion was made, and the ball is now in our court!
[Pariah smirks, as he looks at the Pure Championship, and then back at the crowd.]
Pariah: Danny, I told everybody this last Monday Night on another network-but I'm sure you were too busy watching Bob Barker remind everybody why he SHOULD be dead to tune in. I don't have to defend this title against you. Nowhere does it state that you deserve a rematch for this title. Your little enabler of a manager forgot to add a garentuee'd rematch clause in your contract-so as far as NCW is concerned. We're through!
[The crowd boo's loudly. A small "Danny" chant breaks out]
Pariah: But I'm a fair man Daniel. I've beaten you in your house. I've beaten you under your rules, and in your world. I've come to your disease ridden cesspool, and I've taken you beyond your limit. If you want a rematch with me, then leave the kid at home, and come to my house. Come to my world, enter my nightmare. I'll give you one week to accept my challenge Daniel. Come over to my company, Pro Wrestling X-and face me on MY terms. That's the only way you're EVER going to get close to this championship again Daniel. I have a date, and a contract ready for you. October 18th 2009. The Sears Centre in Chicago. The event-will be a Fight Without Honor, and it will take place at PWX's Never Say Die! Danny if you're man enough, then come to Adrenaline next week, and accept my challenge!
[Pariah holds the mic down, and looks at the fans who are unleashing a small-but noticiable "PWX" chant]
Pariah: But you see, there's someone else in this company who I want to have a little, heart to heart with. Wild. You see Wild, I beat you a few weeks ago-right here in this ring. It was a Non Title match-of course, but I pinned your shoulders to the mat-1,2,3. Now-correct me if I'm wrong, but that should not only mean that I am the Pure Champion, but I am also the Number One Contender to your Hardcore Title! Here's the deal Wild. I want my shot at you now, I want to destroy the Legion, and cleans NCW one championship at a time! What do you say Wild, is the King of Hardcore man enough to face the Savior of NCW? Just remember Wild. This isn't a debate...this is a war!
[He drops the mic as "Eyesore" reprises. He holds up the Pure Championship as we fade to black]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
NESS vs CHRISTY MATTHEWS
Chris: This is a first ever, intergender match.
Ricky: This should be interesting.
Ness and Christy both come out to the ring. Ness offers a hand shake, but Christy shrugs it off as the bell rings. The two lock up, and Ness takes her over with a sideheadlock. She breaks the hold, using her leg strength to take Ness over. Ness rolls through, and rolls her into a pinning combination.
ONE
TWO
She bridges up-turning it over, and quickly dropping Ness with a DDT. She floats over into the pin, and Ness powers out at 2 as well. She lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. She telegraphs a backdrop, and Ness hits her with a perfect double arm DDT. He rolls her into a cover once again, and she again kicks out. He lifts her to a sitting position-and locks in a rear chin lock. He pulls her head back, driving his knee into the back of her neck. He lets go-and picks her up-only to drop her with a backstabber type move. Christy rolls to the floor, and holds her neck as Nicholas Jaxx runs down the ramp to check on her. He helps her to her feet-as Ness dives over the top rope, and takes out both Order members in one fluid motion. The crowd cheers as he slides Christy into the ring, and hits her with the Breaking Point. He then locks in Fade to Black, as Christy quickly taps out. Ness rolls out of the ring, and smirks as the ref holds up his hand in victory.
WINNER: Ness
The Rising
Jaxx slides into the, and checks on Christy. The lights go out and a scream is heard.
“FUCK THE AMERICAN DREAM”
[“American Dream” by Walls of Jericho hits the PA system. James Silkk and Lillith Morgan both head down the ramp, and slide into the ring. Jaxx tries to protect Christy, but Silkk delivers a hard kick to the back of Jaxx’s head. He picks him up, and delivers a hard knee to the midsection. He shoots Jaxx off into the ropes and hits him with a running uranage backbreaker.
Chris: He calls that, ThrillKill.
Ricky: What is Lillith doing now?
[Lillith picks up Christy-and hits her with Anghellic as the crowd boo’s loudly. She smirks and rolls her over. She locks in the Anaconda Vice, as Christy screams loudly. Silkk grabs a microphone, and Lillith keeps the hold locked in.
Silkk: I just wanted to pass along a message from the office of the New Dawn. At Never Say Die, PWX will be crowning a new Hybrid Champion, and Jaxxy, you and I have a date on the path to destiny. Next week, there will be two qualifier matches-with the winners going to Never Say Die, in a Match that will be called….ULTIMATE SURVIVAL!
[The crowd cheers loudly]
Silkk: Next week Jaxxyboy. It’s you, and me. Winner goes to Pay Per View, and the loser…well…the loser just goes. This isn’t a debate…this is war!
[“American Dream” reprises as we fade to black]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
PETE EBDON vs JACKSON
The bell sounds off as Ebdon taunts Jackson; he replies with a stiff shot to the face as Jackson immediately begins on the offensve. He whips Ebdon across the ropes and fling him over his shoulders, causing Ebdon to crash to the ground violently. Jackson stomps on the fallen Ebdon, then picks him up and throws him out of the ring as he follows suit. Grabbing Ebdon, he throws him into the steel steps, causing the audience to "ooh" in response to the cold steel meeting flesh. Jackson prop ups Ebdon and prepares to whip him into the steel turnbuckle near them, but Ebdon counters, causing Jacksons head to collide with the steel turnbuckle! Ebdon takes the stunned Jackson and throws him into the ring,going for a pinfall, but Jackson manages to kick out after a two count. Ebdon doesn't like the result and begins to argue with the referee, but this gives Jackson all the time in the world to roll up Ebdon...only for him to get a two count as well, as the war rages on.
Soon it is Jackson who is back in control, lifting Ebdon high in the air, only for him to come crashing back down with a backbreaker. Another cover, another two count. Jackson doesn't let the fustration get to him as he grabs Ebdon and looks to be going for Therapy, but Ebdon manages to get back up onto his feet and dropkicks Jackson square in the face, causing him to take a few steps back. Ebdon thean charges, hitting a standing enziguri to Jackson, leaving him kneeling. A shining wizard later ends up taking Jackson out completely...but not quite as he kicks out after two. Ebdon continues to be in control until a hurricanrana attempt by Ebdon leads to a sudden powerbomb by Jackson. Dazed, Jackson picks up Ebdon and drills him with the Something Wicked. Jackson gets the three count, but not without Ebdon kicking out right after the referee's hand falls down for a third time.
WINNER: Jackson
[Jackson’s music suddenly cuts out just as the lights completely go black inside the ECW Arena. The crowd lets out the typical “lights out” scream, and the arena remains dark.]
Chris: What the hell is this? Power outage?
Ricky: Our headsets wouldn’t be working if it was a power outage, idiot.
[Out of nowhere, the video screen lights up with static, and then cuts to an old fashioned film real countdown….
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
PICTURE START]
Ricky: The show’s over! Who the hell’s showing a damn movie?!?
Chris: I hope it’s a good one!
[We hear a smack]
Chris: HEY! What the hell was that for?!?!
Ricky: ….I don’t know what you’re talking about…
[The screen goes black for a quick second, and then we can see the black silhouette of a man cut out from a blue light walking towards the screen, while two spotlights start circling the arena as a strobelight begins flashing around the arena entrance. “Stand Up” by Ludacris begins to blast as, one at a time, the silhouette on the screen is replaced by three letters….
T
M
A
And the crowd explodes!]
Ricky: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!??!
Chris: REALLY? HE’S BACK?!?!?
[Sparkler cannons fire from the entrance all the way down the aisle, and as the lights come back up and the smoke clears, standing just in front of the entrance wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white short sleeved button up shirt only buttoned up half way, stands a man with short blonde hair and a cocky smile that hasn’t been seen on television for the better part of a year. On the screen, the name “BOYD” zooms into view.]
Ricky: IT’S “THE MAIN ATTRACTION” TYLER BOYD! HE’S HERE AT ADRENALINE, AND STARING RIGHT DOWN TO THE RING AT JACKSON!!!
[The crowd instantly breaks into a “T-M-A” chant, and it seems that Jackson is the only person in the arena not happy to see him.]
Chris: How the hell did they keep THIS one a secret! The former Hybrid Champion has returned to Pro Wrestling X!
[Boyd makes his way down the aisle, as Jackson stands tall in the center of the ring with a scowl, not taking his eyes off of his long time rival. As he reaches ringside, he circles around the ring to the right, and pulls himself up onto the apron with the help of the second rope and gives a mocking wave to Jackson before climbing in. Jackson takes a step towards him, but Boyd holds up his hands as if to say “just wait a second.” He’s handed a microphone and the music dies out.]
Boyd: It’s amazing how one little phone call can change the landscape of everything, isn’t it?
[Boyd looks out around the crowd with a smile, who let out a huge pop.]
Boyd: Not that I’d expect any of you idiots out there to understand just how big this moment is….
Ricky: Oh boy…he’s in one of THOSE moods….
[The crowd INSTANTLY reacts with a huge heel pop, as Boyd just laughs.]
Boyd: But the biggest idiot of them all is standing right here in front of me, if I do say so myself. Congratulations on beating Ebdon, Brad….
[Boyd offers a sarcastic slow clap.]
Boyd: Believe me buddy…I’m pulling for you in this tournament.
Chris: Why would he be pulling for Jackson to win?
Boyd: Since I was out of the country, I missed the message that JPO was getting’ the band back together, so luckily for you and every other no-talent hack back in that locker room, I missed out on getting a well deserved spot in the PWX Championship tournament. But that’s okay…I’m a patient man…
Ricky: Right…if Boyd’s a patient man, then I’m a virgin…
Chris: So he really IS patient?
Ricky: Oh, you think you’re cute now?
Chris: *laughs*
Boyd: And nothing would make me happier than killing two birds with one stone. I know damn well that you haven’t forgotten about me, Jackson. How could you have? I mean…you and I…have some unfinished business.
[Jackson yells out “Damn right!” at Boyd, not taking his cold stare off of him.]
Boyd: And then of course…there’s that little issue of the PWX Title that should have been mine YEARS ago. So like I said…I’m a patient man…and nothing would make me happier than destroying you AND finally claiming MY title all at one time.
[The crowd can obviously feel the tension building as Boyd takes a step closer to Jackson, who looks like he’s ready to pounce at the drop of a hat.]
Chris: This isn’t going to end good…
Ricky: Depends on your perspective. This is going to be GREAT for ratings!
Boyd: That’s why I came back…and that’s why I’m here. It’s time to finally settle this little thing between me and you. And it’s damn sure time that I take my rightful place atop the wrestling world once and for all. So I’ve just got one word of advice there for you, Brad…
[Boyd takes another step closer, and is now face to face with the Mechanical Animal.]
Boyd: For once in your life…don’t screw this up by going on one of your infamous drug and booze benders…
[Jackson’s obviously had enough, as he cocks back and lands a huge right hand to the jaw of Boyd, causing the microphone to fall to the canvas. Boyd strikes back, and they’re instantly trading punches toe to toe in the center of the ring.]
Chris: AND IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!!!
Ricky: THIS IS WHAT PWX IS ALL ABOUT, BABY!!!
[Jackson gains the upper hand in the fight, and tries to whip Boyd to the corner, but Boyd reverses and it’s Jackson who slams into the turnbuckles. Boyd comes racing in looking for a smashing clothesline, but Jackson spins out of the way and it’s The Main Attraction who hits into the turnbuckle chest first. Jackson grabs him, spins him around and pushes him up against the ropes, and lands a huge shot that knocks Boyd over the top rope and down to the hard concrete floor. Jackson is out of the ring quickly and pulling Boyd back up, but Boyd hits a low blow that doubles Jackson over. Boyd stumbles away to collect himself, and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table and heads back for Jackson. He takes a big swing, but Jackson gets out of the way and the chair slams into the ring post, causing Boyd to drop it. Jackson goes back on the attack again, and they quickly find themselves in fisticuffs rolling around on the floor pounding the hell out of each other. PWX officials finally storm the ringside area and are instantly trying to pull the two stars apart from each other.]
Chris: UNBELIEVABLE! JACKSON IS WELL ON HIS WAY TO THE PWX CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THE RETURNING TYLER BOYD HAS MADE A STRONG STATEMENT THAT HE’LL BE THERE WAITING AT THE END OF THAT ROAD!
Ricky: GOD DAMN I’M GLAD WE’RE BACK!!!
Chris: WE’RE OUT OF TIME! WHAT A NIGHT! MAKE SURE YOU’RE RIGHT BACK WITH US HERE NEXT MONDAY!!!
[The cameras are focused in on the ringside area, where officials have Boyd and Jackson separated finally. Just before the scene fades out, they both break away and are instantly at each other’s throats again as the officials once again try to pull them apart. Fade to black.]
“Let The Games Begin”
September 14th 2009
Former ECW Arena
Philadelphia, PA
Welcome to PWX Match:
X-TREME DREAM vs SAMUEL HYNES
The show kicks off with a “Welcome to PWX” Match. Samuel Hynes and X-Treme Dream both shake hands, and the opening bell rings. They lock up, with Dream getting the upperhand-forcing him into a corner. He delivers a series of hard shots to the ribs of Hynes, and then hits a double underhook suplex-dropping his back first on the mat. He hits a cover, but Hynes kicks out at one. He lifts him up-and throws a knee. Quickly, Dream hits him with a Fisherman Suplex out of nowhere, and scores the three count. The bell rings, and Dream celebrates his first win in PWX.
Without warning, “The Violent Messiah” Creed hops the railing-and lays Dream out with a trash can lid. He smirks as he continues the rampage, until officials pull him off. He licks his lips sadistically as officials help a bloody Xtreme Dream to his feet. Fade out.
WINNER: X-Treme Dream
Executively Speaking]
Shawn Lester is seen standing backstage with a microphone in his hand.
Shawn Lester: Ladies and Gentleman, my guest at this time, Bri...err....Mr. Hollywood!
Crowd erupt in boos as Brian Hollywood walks on screen and stands next to Shawn.
Hollywood: Ah Shawn, I'm rather impressed that you actually got that right! You almost slipped, but caught yourself. Very wise.
Shawn just nods slowly before speaking again into the microphone.
Shawn: My question to you Mr Hollywood is do you think that Michael Wrecker will actually show up and confront you tonight?
Hollywood: Well I think we all know what happened to my opponent last week Shawn. Riot did just what I told everyone last week he would do. LOSE! Whether that was if he showed up or not showed up. Either way Shawn, he lost! Now when it comes to Michael Wrecker, I believe the man will actually show up tonight. He's lucky I'm giving him at least that much credit.
Shawn: Well, do you think you'll get another win tonight and defeat Wrecker to move on in the PWX Championship tournament?
Hollywood looks at him and glares. He then laughs it off.
Hollywood: That's funny Shawn. Do you really think Michael has what it takes to beat me? Sure, you may think by the sound of his name he's a force to be WRECKENED with. As you can already see Shawn, I don't take the guys name seriously. What makes you think I'm going to take him seriously in the ring? I've been waiting for the opportunity to fight for the PWX Championship. I know have that very opportunity in my hands! I will do anything and everything I need to do to secure my spot in this tournament. I don't care who I have to go through Shawn. In this case, its Wrecker. Wrecker just found himself in the right place at the wrong time. You see, I know everyone dreams of fighting for a coveted prize like the PWX Championship, but where the wrong time comes in is me! He's up against a Veteran who knows what he's doing in that ring. Now, if he would have fought against Riot, he may have had an easy victory. However, that's not the case here Shawn.
Hollywood pauses and looks into the camera.
Hollywood: Now Wrecker, I'm only going to say this once. Don't expect to come walking out of that ring with your hand held high in the air. If your already getting your hopes up, its not worth it. I will wreck any chances of you moving on in this tournament. This tournament means more to me than anything else I've done in this business. I don't let the perfect opportunity pass me by and not seize upon the moment of taking it. No...I TAKE the opportunity and make it an Executive Priority! My Executive Priority Wrecker, is to leave you laying motionless in the ring while I move on in the tournament. The closer I get to that PWX Championship, the closer I become to just proving why I'm the best in this business today! As far as my Executive Promise is concerned Michael, lets just hope you remember what that was because if you don't, I'm going to kick it down your throat so you never forget it! Call it and ultimate Executive Promise Wrecker!
Hollywood walks off leaving Shawn just staring as the scene fades out.
Singles Match:
RIOT vs TYLER GRAVES
The fans cheer Riot to the ring. He poses on the ropes. When he hops off, Cal Roberts hits the ring, and hits Riot with a massive overhead suplex. He continues the assault, taking the masked warrior and throwing him into the turnbuckle. He delivers a series of knee’s to the ribs, before setting Riot on the top rope. He drops him head first with a Muscle Buster, before locking in a Katihajimae submission. He keeps it locked in, as he lifts him up. He throws him backwards-landing him right on his head. The crowd boo’s as he pushes Riot to the floor, and grabs the mic.
WINNER: No Contest
Let The Games Begin
The crowd roared is disproval of Cal Robert’s actions once again. He shoved the lifeless carcass of Riot out under the bottom rope with his boot. The innovator of CRITICAL.BATTLE.ART requested a microphone, and received it in record time. No one wanted to anger this man if they could help it. Roberts peeled off the CRITICAL.BATTLE.ART t-shirt to reveal the layers of muscle that hid beneath it.
The Buzz: Look I’m going to make this short and sweet. Until I get Norcia in the ring, heads are going to roll.
The crowd cheered at the mention of Michael Norcia, which caused a slight smirk on the face of Cal Roberts.
The Buzz: Yeah, cheer for Norcia all you want. But the fact of the matter is he is just as selfish as I am. The only difference between us is that I don’t sit here and lie to you guys. I don’t come out here and pretend that I care about what you think.
A fan jumped the guardrail and made it just under the bottom rope when Roberts began to nail him with boots to his back. The crowd was growing rabid by the second at Cal Roberts. As security pulled the unconscious fan from the ring, “The Buzz” continued his tirade.
The Buzz: That will happen to anyone that gets in this ring with me, fan or foe. How many more bodies need to pile up before you come and face me like a man, Norcia?
Roberts waited for a minute, perhaps hoping that Michael Norcia would come to the ring. His hopes were not to be however as
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
CAL ROBERTS vs SEAN TYLER
Sean Tyler hits the ring, and goes right on the attack on Cal Roberts. The crowd cheers loudly as Sean shoots him into the ropes-and comes back with a huge backdrop. Cal gets up-and gets planeted again with a running big boot to the face. Tyler goes for a quick pin, but Cal powers out before the two count. He picks him up-and delivers a pair of shots. He forces Buzz into the corner, and shoots him off. Cal reverses it-and hits Tyler with a picture perfect overhead suplex. He picks him up-and shoots him into the ropes. On the rebound, he hits Tyler with a perfect burning hammer neckdrop. He rolls Tyler into the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
The bell rings as Roberts holds his hands high in victory.
WINNER: Cal Roberts
Reprecussions
As Cal Roberts is celebrating his victory, JP Olesen steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand.
JPO: Buzz, you think you can run this show? You think this is your personal playground? You can just come out here and beat up my wrestlers? Well Buzz, next week-you’re going to get your chance to beat up some wrestlers, because I’m booking you in a three on one GAUNTLET MATCH!
[The crowd cheers]
JPO: And as an added bonus, each participant gets to bring out, and use their own choice of weapon!
[The crowd cheers again. Buzz looks angry in the ring, as we fade out]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
MICHAEL WRECKER vs BRIAN HOLLYWOOD
The bell rings as Brian Hollywood verbally assaults Wrecker. He shrugs it off, but not before shoving the smaller Hollywood to the ground. Fuming, Hollywood takes down Wrecker with a spear as he begins pummeling him with a number of rights. Wrecker blocks one of Hollywood's punches, however, and lands one of his own, sending him reeling as Wrecker manages to get back onto his feet. When Hollywood regains his composure, it doesn't last for long as Wrecker's boot meets Hollywood's face, sending Hollywood back to the ground. Wrecker picks up Hollywood and chops him so loudly the rafters could hear it as the crowd reacts positively. Wrecker whips Hollywood across the ropes and when he returns he quickly falls down to the floor yet again with a sidewalk slam. Wrecker goes for the pinfall, but only manages a two count.
Wrecker picks up Hollywood yet again, but now Hollywood gains the advantage with a well timed rake to the eyes. He lands a European uppercut as he then grabs him and places him on the floor hard with a side effect. Hollywood goes for a cover, but Wrecker kicks out. Determined to get the victory, Hollywood stands up Wrecker and goes for the Executive Decision, but Wrecker grabs him by the foot, spins him around and clocks him with a stiff lariat to the throat! Wrecker grabs him, looking to go for the Wreckoning, but Hollywood slips behind his shoulders and rolls him up in a small package, grabbing the ropes as he secures the victory and advances to the second round of the tournament!
WINNER: Brian Hollywood
Cross Promotion
Chris: Ladies and Gentlemen, as you know-PWX star John Pariah has been involved in one of the most heated rivalries in professional wrestling. Over in a company called NCW, he’s been at war with Danny Szatkowski over their Pure Championship. We’re gonna take you live to the Licouras Center-just down the road, where NCW’s Vengence program is airing live, and listen in-as John Pariah has announced a special challenge to NCW, and Danny S!
[The scene cuts to static, and we cut in to a live feed of NCW Monday Night Vengence. The ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring, as the crowd is cheering for the action they've seen tonight.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome-the NEW National Championship Wrestling Pure Champion. GODS LAST GIFT, JOHN PARIAH!!!!
[The arena lights dim as a clock is shown on the screen. A countdown begins at Five Minutes to Midnight. An omninious guitar chord is heard, with the sounds of bells tinkling in the background, as a voice rings over the PA]
"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 look down, and whisper, "No"."
[The clock hits zero, and the lights go out completely. Pyro shoots up as "Eyesore" by Janus is heard throughout the building. Shots of rebellion, chaos, and anarchy are shown on the screen, mixed in with shots of John Pariah and Lillith posing in a black suit and black dress respectivly]
"Hearing your words out of my mouth again
Leaves me stuck with the key to
All these reasons you got in my head again
Buried here inside of me "
[Shots of John Pariah hitting his various signature moves are mixed into the footage of chaos and anarchy. Footage of children in the street are mixed in with shots of John Pariah posed with championship belts are mixed in with the footage.]
"Return all of this to sender
The mirror spoke to me and showed
All of this pretending is catching up to me "
[The words "Hope for the Hopeless" scroll across the screen as John Pariah walks out onto the stage. His head is bandaged, and he is holding the NCW Pure Championship. He smirks as he holds the title above his head, and Lillith Morgan and James Silkk step out from behind the curtain. The trio pose on the ramp-before beginning the long walk down the ramp.]
“Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide
Reach up, stand or be an eyesore
Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide
Reach up, stand or be an eyesore"
[They head down the ramp, and John Pariah slides into the ring and poses on the ropes. Silkk helps Lillith into the ring, and the two join their leader in the center of the ring. Lillith poses next to Pariah, as he holds the Pure Championship in the air. Silkk does a gun-type symbol with his hands, as the crowd boo's loudly. The music fades out, as Pariah takes the mic from the ring announcer.]
Pariah: Many many Monday Nights ago, a former sports entertainer once uttered these words-'you know who we are, but you don't know why we're here.'. I can say this, Danny Szatkowski knows who we are, and by now-the suits in the back, and the entire roster of National Championship Wrestling know why we're here.
[The crowd boo's loudly]
Pariah: For those of you who remain uneducated, hypocritical charlatans. Allow me to enlighten you. My name is John Pariah, and I am your NEW NCW Pure Champion!
Crowd: Shut the F--k Up! *clap clap clapclapclap* Shut the f--k up!
Pariah: To my immediate left, is the only active female to graduate from the SOH Wrestling Academy, Lillith Morgan. To my right, my first full time student, and protege. James Silkk! We represent a movement in this business. We represent a revolution, a presence of reform. We are the hope for the hopeless, and the salvation for the sinners. We are here for the fallen, the faithful, the loyal. You all can call this movement...THE NEW DAWN!
Crowd: Shut the F--k Up! *clap clap clapclapclap* Shut the f--k up!
Pariah: You see, the New Dawn is here to do what Tyler Graves and his Straight Edge Elite couldn't do. We are here to cleanse this company, and rid it of the vile filth that is sports entertainment. We are here for you people right here in attendence, we are here to rip this company away from the corporate hand of greed and corruption, and give this company back to it's people! The New Dawn was born here in NCW at Summerbash, when I made good on my promise to destroy Danny Szatkowski-both physically, and mentally, and take his Pure Championship. The first move against the Legion was made, and the ball is now in our court!
[Pariah smirks, as he looks at the Pure Championship, and then back at the crowd.]
Pariah: Danny, I told everybody this last Monday Night on another network-but I'm sure you were too busy watching Bob Barker remind everybody why he SHOULD be dead to tune in. I don't have to defend this title against you. Nowhere does it state that you deserve a rematch for this title. Your little enabler of a manager forgot to add a garentuee'd rematch clause in your contract-so as far as NCW is concerned. We're through!
[The crowd boo's loudly. A small "Danny" chant breaks out]
Pariah: But I'm a fair man Daniel. I've beaten you in your house. I've beaten you under your rules, and in your world. I've come to your disease ridden cesspool, and I've taken you beyond your limit. If you want a rematch with me, then leave the kid at home, and come to my house. Come to my world, enter my nightmare. I'll give you one week to accept my challenge Daniel. Come over to my company, Pro Wrestling X-and face me on MY terms. That's the only way you're EVER going to get close to this championship again Daniel. I have a date, and a contract ready for you. October 18th 2009. The Sears Centre in Chicago. The event-will be a Fight Without Honor, and it will take place at PWX's Never Say Die! Danny if you're man enough, then come to Adrenaline next week, and accept my challenge!
[Pariah holds the mic down, and looks at the fans who are unleashing a small-but noticiable "PWX" chant]
Pariah: But you see, there's someone else in this company who I want to have a little, heart to heart with. Wild. You see Wild, I beat you a few weeks ago-right here in this ring. It was a Non Title match-of course, but I pinned your shoulders to the mat-1,2,3. Now-correct me if I'm wrong, but that should not only mean that I am the Pure Champion, but I am also the Number One Contender to your Hardcore Title! Here's the deal Wild. I want my shot at you now, I want to destroy the Legion, and cleans NCW one championship at a time! What do you say Wild, is the King of Hardcore man enough to face the Savior of NCW? Just remember Wild. This isn't a debate...this is a war!
[He drops the mic as "Eyesore" reprises. He holds up the Pure Championship as we fade to black]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
NESS vs CHRISTY MATTHEWS
Chris: This is a first ever, intergender match.
Ricky: This should be interesting.
Ness and Christy both come out to the ring. Ness offers a hand shake, but Christy shrugs it off as the bell rings. The two lock up, and Ness takes her over with a sideheadlock. She breaks the hold, using her leg strength to take Ness over. Ness rolls through, and rolls her into a pinning combination.
ONE
TWO
She bridges up-turning it over, and quickly dropping Ness with a DDT. She floats over into the pin, and Ness powers out at 2 as well. She lifts him up-and shoots him into the ropes. She telegraphs a backdrop, and Ness hits her with a perfect double arm DDT. He rolls her into a cover once again, and she again kicks out. He lifts her to a sitting position-and locks in a rear chin lock. He pulls her head back, driving his knee into the back of her neck. He lets go-and picks her up-only to drop her with a backstabber type move. Christy rolls to the floor, and holds her neck as Nicholas Jaxx runs down the ramp to check on her. He helps her to her feet-as Ness dives over the top rope, and takes out both Order members in one fluid motion. The crowd cheers as he slides Christy into the ring, and hits her with the Breaking Point. He then locks in Fade to Black, as Christy quickly taps out. Ness rolls out of the ring, and smirks as the ref holds up his hand in victory.
WINNER: Ness
The Rising
Jaxx slides into the, and checks on Christy. The lights go out and a scream is heard.
“FUCK THE AMERICAN DREAM”
[“American Dream” by Walls of Jericho hits the PA system. James Silkk and Lillith Morgan both head down the ramp, and slide into the ring. Jaxx tries to protect Christy, but Silkk delivers a hard kick to the back of Jaxx’s head. He picks him up, and delivers a hard knee to the midsection. He shoots Jaxx off into the ropes and hits him with a running uranage backbreaker.
Chris: He calls that, ThrillKill.
Ricky: What is Lillith doing now?
[Lillith picks up Christy-and hits her with Anghellic as the crowd boo’s loudly. She smirks and rolls her over. She locks in the Anaconda Vice, as Christy screams loudly. Silkk grabs a microphone, and Lillith keeps the hold locked in.
Silkk: I just wanted to pass along a message from the office of the New Dawn. At Never Say Die, PWX will be crowning a new Hybrid Champion, and Jaxxy, you and I have a date on the path to destiny. Next week, there will be two qualifier matches-with the winners going to Never Say Die, in a Match that will be called….ULTIMATE SURVIVAL!
[The crowd cheers loudly]
Silkk: Next week Jaxxyboy. It’s you, and me. Winner goes to Pay Per View, and the loser…well…the loser just goes. This isn’t a debate…this is war!
[“American Dream” reprises as we fade to black]
FIRST ROUND MATCH:
PETE EBDON vs JACKSON
The bell sounds off as Ebdon taunts Jackson; he replies with a stiff shot to the face as Jackson immediately begins on the offensve. He whips Ebdon across the ropes and fling him over his shoulders, causing Ebdon to crash to the ground violently. Jackson stomps on the fallen Ebdon, then picks him up and throws him out of the ring as he follows suit. Grabbing Ebdon, he throws him into the steel steps, causing the audience to "ooh" in response to the cold steel meeting flesh. Jackson prop ups Ebdon and prepares to whip him into the steel turnbuckle near them, but Ebdon counters, causing Jacksons head to collide with the steel turnbuckle! Ebdon takes the stunned Jackson and throws him into the ring,going for a pinfall, but Jackson manages to kick out after a two count. Ebdon doesn't like the result and begins to argue with the referee, but this gives Jackson all the time in the world to roll up Ebdon...only for him to get a two count as well, as the war rages on.
Soon it is Jackson who is back in control, lifting Ebdon high in the air, only for him to come crashing back down with a backbreaker. Another cover, another two count. Jackson doesn't let the fustration get to him as he grabs Ebdon and looks to be going for Therapy, but Ebdon manages to get back up onto his feet and dropkicks Jackson square in the face, causing him to take a few steps back. Ebdon thean charges, hitting a standing enziguri to Jackson, leaving him kneeling. A shining wizard later ends up taking Jackson out completely...but not quite as he kicks out after two. Ebdon continues to be in control until a hurricanrana attempt by Ebdon leads to a sudden powerbomb by Jackson. Dazed, Jackson picks up Ebdon and drills him with the Something Wicked. Jackson gets the three count, but not without Ebdon kicking out right after the referee's hand falls down for a third time.
WINNER: Jackson
[Jackson’s music suddenly cuts out just as the lights completely go black inside the ECW Arena. The crowd lets out the typical “lights out” scream, and the arena remains dark.]
Chris: What the hell is this? Power outage?
Ricky: Our headsets wouldn’t be working if it was a power outage, idiot.
[Out of nowhere, the video screen lights up with static, and then cuts to an old fashioned film real countdown….
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
PICTURE START]
Ricky: The show’s over! Who the hell’s showing a damn movie?!?
Chris: I hope it’s a good one!
[We hear a smack]
Chris: HEY! What the hell was that for?!?!
Ricky: ….I don’t know what you’re talking about…
[The screen goes black for a quick second, and then we can see the black silhouette of a man cut out from a blue light walking towards the screen, while two spotlights start circling the arena as a strobelight begins flashing around the arena entrance. “Stand Up” by Ludacris begins to blast as, one at a time, the silhouette on the screen is replaced by three letters….
T
M
A
And the crowd explodes!]
Ricky: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!??!
Chris: REALLY? HE’S BACK?!?!?
[Sparkler cannons fire from the entrance all the way down the aisle, and as the lights come back up and the smoke clears, standing just in front of the entrance wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white short sleeved button up shirt only buttoned up half way, stands a man with short blonde hair and a cocky smile that hasn’t been seen on television for the better part of a year. On the screen, the name “BOYD” zooms into view.]
Ricky: IT’S “THE MAIN ATTRACTION” TYLER BOYD! HE’S HERE AT ADRENALINE, AND STARING RIGHT DOWN TO THE RING AT JACKSON!!!
[The crowd instantly breaks into a “T-M-A” chant, and it seems that Jackson is the only person in the arena not happy to see him.]
Chris: How the hell did they keep THIS one a secret! The former Hybrid Champion has returned to Pro Wrestling X!
[Boyd makes his way down the aisle, as Jackson stands tall in the center of the ring with a scowl, not taking his eyes off of his long time rival. As he reaches ringside, he circles around the ring to the right, and pulls himself up onto the apron with the help of the second rope and gives a mocking wave to Jackson before climbing in. Jackson takes a step towards him, but Boyd holds up his hands as if to say “just wait a second.” He’s handed a microphone and the music dies out.]
Boyd: It’s amazing how one little phone call can change the landscape of everything, isn’t it?
[Boyd looks out around the crowd with a smile, who let out a huge pop.]
Boyd: Not that I’d expect any of you idiots out there to understand just how big this moment is….
Ricky: Oh boy…he’s in one of THOSE moods….
[The crowd INSTANTLY reacts with a huge heel pop, as Boyd just laughs.]
Boyd: But the biggest idiot of them all is standing right here in front of me, if I do say so myself. Congratulations on beating Ebdon, Brad….
[Boyd offers a sarcastic slow clap.]
Boyd: Believe me buddy…I’m pulling for you in this tournament.
Chris: Why would he be pulling for Jackson to win?
Boyd: Since I was out of the country, I missed the message that JPO was getting’ the band back together, so luckily for you and every other no-talent hack back in that locker room, I missed out on getting a well deserved spot in the PWX Championship tournament. But that’s okay…I’m a patient man…
Ricky: Right…if Boyd’s a patient man, then I’m a virgin…
Chris: So he really IS patient?
Ricky: Oh, you think you’re cute now?
Chris: *laughs*
Boyd: And nothing would make me happier than killing two birds with one stone. I know damn well that you haven’t forgotten about me, Jackson. How could you have? I mean…you and I…have some unfinished business.
[Jackson yells out “Damn right!” at Boyd, not taking his cold stare off of him.]
Boyd: And then of course…there’s that little issue of the PWX Title that should have been mine YEARS ago. So like I said…I’m a patient man…and nothing would make me happier than destroying you AND finally claiming MY title all at one time.
[The crowd can obviously feel the tension building as Boyd takes a step closer to Jackson, who looks like he’s ready to pounce at the drop of a hat.]
Chris: This isn’t going to end good…
Ricky: Depends on your perspective. This is going to be GREAT for ratings!
Boyd: That’s why I came back…and that’s why I’m here. It’s time to finally settle this little thing between me and you. And it’s damn sure time that I take my rightful place atop the wrestling world once and for all. So I’ve just got one word of advice there for you, Brad…
[Boyd takes another step closer, and is now face to face with the Mechanical Animal.]
Boyd: For once in your life…don’t screw this up by going on one of your infamous drug and booze benders…
[Jackson’s obviously had enough, as he cocks back and lands a huge right hand to the jaw of Boyd, causing the microphone to fall to the canvas. Boyd strikes back, and they’re instantly trading punches toe to toe in the center of the ring.]
Chris: AND IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!!!
Ricky: THIS IS WHAT PWX IS ALL ABOUT, BABY!!!
[Jackson gains the upper hand in the fight, and tries to whip Boyd to the corner, but Boyd reverses and it’s Jackson who slams into the turnbuckles. Boyd comes racing in looking for a smashing clothesline, but Jackson spins out of the way and it’s The Main Attraction who hits into the turnbuckle chest first. Jackson grabs him, spins him around and pushes him up against the ropes, and lands a huge shot that knocks Boyd over the top rope and down to the hard concrete floor. Jackson is out of the ring quickly and pulling Boyd back up, but Boyd hits a low blow that doubles Jackson over. Boyd stumbles away to collect himself, and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table and heads back for Jackson. He takes a big swing, but Jackson gets out of the way and the chair slams into the ring post, causing Boyd to drop it. Jackson goes back on the attack again, and they quickly find themselves in fisticuffs rolling around on the floor pounding the hell out of each other. PWX officials finally storm the ringside area and are instantly trying to pull the two stars apart from each other.]
Chris: UNBELIEVABLE! JACKSON IS WELL ON HIS WAY TO THE PWX CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THE RETURNING TYLER BOYD HAS MADE A STRONG STATEMENT THAT HE’LL BE THERE WAITING AT THE END OF THAT ROAD!
Ricky: GOD DAMN I’M GLAD WE’RE BACK!!!
Chris: WE’RE OUT OF TIME! WHAT A NIGHT! MAKE SURE YOU’RE RIGHT BACK WITH US HERE NEXT MONDAY!!!
[The cameras are focused in on the ringside area, where officials have Boyd and Jackson separated finally. Just before the scene fades out, they both break away and are instantly at each other’s throats again as the officials once again try to pull them apart. Fade to black.]