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PWX Adrenaline 8
“The Road To End Game Begins”
Monday, November 1st 2009
[The opening video package airs, and we fade into a television studio. Chris Caudill and Ricky Cravate are both sitting infront of a fairly large screen, as they welcome us to the show]
Chris Caudill: Welcome everyone to PWX Adrenaline on Versus!
Ricky Cravate: I am the “Voice of PWX” Ricky Cravate, and joined as always by my broadcast collegue, Chris Caudill.
Chris: Tonight, we have a huge main event tag team war for you-as the final four of our Next Gen Title Tournament collide in an all out war.
Ricky: First off, we received a rather disturbing piece from The New Dawn and John Pariah, setting things in motion for not only Adrenaline 9 and 10, but also PWX End Game in December-let’s take a look!
[Funeral in the Making]
The Arena lights go out, and without warning, “American Dream” by Walls of Jericho hits the PA System. John Pariah steps out onto the stage, wearing an all black suit. Adrianna Szaktowski steps out next to him. They are followed by Lillith Morgan-who shots Adrianna a dirty look across the stage. The two women are both wearing black dresses-and James Silkk is the last person out onto the stage. He is also wearing an all black dress suit.
The group heads down the ramp-as the camera widens. We see a casket in the ring, surrounded by wreaths of black roses and razor wire. The music dies out-but the lights stay dimmed as Pariah takes a mic from one of the stage hands.]
Pariah: Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life, and times of a man who has yet to give in to the reaper, and just lay down. We are gathered here today to celebrate the future passing, of a professional wrestling champion. You see, in two weeks at Adrenaline 10, I will be facing a man with one foot in the dementia ward, and one foot in the grave. Pitor Szatkowski. The grandfather of both, the lovely Adrianna….
[Pariah smiles at her, and continues on.]
Pariah: And the man who I am here to save, Danny Szatkowski.
[The crowd has a mixed reaction to the leader of The Legion]
Pariah: You see, later tonight-JPO and Pitor will sit down, and sign the very contract that will seal Pitors fate. Those two will sit down, and deliver the message that Pitor’s career has reached its twilight, and its time for the old glory hound to lay down!
[Pariah smirks, as Lillith shoots Adrianna another sour look.]
Pariah: But first, Pitor does have a challenge infront of him. You see, we decided that he deserved a fighting chance. We decided that Pitor deserved a..warm up-if you will. So next week, at Adrenaline 9, I would like to announce to the world that Pitor Szatkowski will make his early return to the ring, against….this man, right here!
[Pariah points to Silkk, and hands him the microphone as the crowd boo’s]
Silkk: One week Pitor, one week until you go face to face with the Suicide Messiah. One week, until you stare death in the face. One week, until the New Dawn exterminates you!
Pariah: Woah, James. Leave a piece for me.
[Pariah chuckles and smirks.]
Pariah: Danny, we’ve already taken your extremely lovely sister. Over the next two weeks, the New Dawn will CRUCIFY your grandfather. What do you have left Danny? What do you have left to hold on to?
[Epic hits the PA system, as Danny runs to the ring with a steel chair in hand. The New Dawn clear the ring, as Danny destroys the wreaths and set up in the ring. The camera pans to the crowd, as Lillith lowblows Pariah on the stage-as the crowd pops loudly. Without warning, Pitor Szaktowksi nails Silkk with a steel chair, and throws Pariah into the ring. Danny begins the assault]
Chris: What the hell?
Ricky: I never thought I’d see the day, but Lillith just turned on Pariah!
Chris: I knew she was pissed. A new woman is moving in on her territory!
[On the ramp-Adrianna slaps Lillith, and the two begin to brawl on the ramp. In the ring Danny chokes Pariah with the steel chair, as his grandfather applaudes his actions. Danny pulls the Razor Wire off one of the wreaths, and begins choking Pariah with it. Security comes out, and seperates the two as Pariah rolls to the floor. Adrianna and Silkk check on him, as Danny grabs a microphone.]
Danny: I’m not waiting for any damn contract signing. John, I want a piece of you and I want it….at END GAME!
[The crowd applaudes]
Danny: You’re right, I don’t have anything left to lose. There is nothing left for me to give up or drop. You’ve backed me into a corner John, and now you’re about to get destroyed. I’ve already cleared it with your brother in the back, and at End Game, I’m going to finish you off!
[The crowd has a mixed reaction]
Danny: John, it was serene, it was pure bliss when I had your neck wrapped in this razor wire. It was, almost orgasmic. So here’s the deal. Some may call this suicide, but I call it-vengence. At End Game, it will be Danny / Pariah III, and it will be RAZOR. WIRE. WARFARE!
Ricky: WHAT?!
Chris: OH MY GAWD!
Ricky: Razor Wire Warfare III? Pariah has never lost in that type of match.
Chris: I don’t believe it!
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Ricky: No doubt about it, Danny is a man on a mission.
Chris: End Game is going to be violent!
Ricky: Speaking of violent. It’s Tyler Graves and Antonio Lopez, in a Cane Match!
Chris: Let’s go to tape!
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Singapore Cane Match:
Tyler Graves vs Antonio Lopez
The match opens with Antonio Lopez making his way to the ring while the crowd boos the shit out of him. Tyler Graves runs out from the back with a kendo stick and attacks Antonio from behind to the delight of the fans. Antonio is down on all fours on the entrance ramp as Tyler beats the shit out of him with the kendo stick. Tyler raises the kendo stick up to pump the crowd out of their seat.
Antonio is crawling to the ringside area. Tyler spotted him and whacks him with the kendo stick to his back. Antonio drops down to the concrete floor. Tyler is about to hit him again when Antonio turns and kicks Tyler to the face that sent Tyler railing backwards. Antonio gets to his feet and charges toward Tyler and drove his previously injured back to the guardrail. Tyler is on the ground as he leans to the guardrail holding his back. Antonio showboats the crowd taunting the people in the front row.
Antonio picks the kendo stick up and holds it up to the jeers of the fans. Antonio picks Tyler by the hair with his free hand. He places the kendo stick on Tyler’s throat and wrapped his right leg to Tyler’s left leg. Antonio drove Tyler face first into the guardrail as we see Tyler’s head bouncing off the guardrail and sent him railing down to the concrete floor.
Antonio stomps Tyler a couple of times before finally picking him up and rolling him in to the ring. Antonio climbs and enters the ring himself. Tyler is crawling on the canvas as we can see his face covered in blood. The ref tries to stop Antonio from getting closer to Tyler. Antonio raises his hand up in a mocking “I surrender” gesture as he backs up into his corner. The ref checks on Tyler who is sitting underneath the turnbuckle. Tyler gets to his feet clutching his midsection as Antonio mockingly eyes him and smiles at him wickedly. The ref asks Tyler if he wants to continue. Tyler looks at Antonio and nods. The referee asks for the bell to be ring.
Tyler immediately attacks Antonio with furious kicks to the midsection and legs. We see Antonio trying to runaway limping. Tyler continues the assault as he then grabs Antonio’s arm and Irish whips him. Tyler catches him with a leg lariat. Tyler then mounts Antonio and starts hammering with lefts and rights. Antonio tries his best to protect but is overwhelmed by Tyler’s furious strikes. The referee pulls Tyler off of Antonio.
Tyler looks so frustrated as he slides out of the ring. He then scrambles underneath the ring and found a kendo stick. He then slides back into the ring and stalks Antonio who is now crawling to the bottom rope. Antonio gets to his vertical base using the ropes but Tyler starts to assault him with the kendo stick to his legs. Antonio screams in agony as the thunderous blasts of the stiff kendo stick shots are heard all over the arena. Tyler continuously assaults Antonio until we see Antonio passes out because of the pain from the kendo shots. Tyler rolls Antonio over and pins him. The ref drops down to the mat…
…1…
…2…
…3…
The ref declares Tyler Graves the winner but Tyler just keeps looking at the knocked out Antonio Lopez. Tyler rolls out of the ring and look at underneath the ring. He pulled out something and slides back in to the ring. Tyler then proceeds to drag Antonio into the bottom rope and laid him on his stomach. He then spreads Antonio Lopez’s arms into a crucifixion and handcuffs them to the bottom rope. Tyler then grabs the kendo stick and then proceeds to barrage Antonio Lopez with stiff kendo stick to his back until we can finally see it bleeding severely.
Winner: Tyler Graves
Aftermatch:
Tyler then untied Antonio Lopez and drags him to the middle of the ring. Tyler then executes the BlackOut to Antonio Lopez using the kendo stick for the choke. Blood starts to come out of Antonio Lopez’s mouth as we can see the ref trying to break it but Tyler doesn’t listen. The ref finally convinced Tyler to break the hold as the light inside the arena begins to flicker then eventually blacks out. The titantron then begins to flicker on and off as a familiar video is flashes through the screen. It ends with the following verses:
Even if you run fast,
You can’t escape your past,
Take a look at your life,
And look at the path you took
You’re the reason,
For your sister’s suffering,
For an ally to commit treason,
For everything that you’re going through
See you do not realize it but,
You are actually walking on the brink,
Of the end of your pathetic existence,
You’re falling into the dark,
Death will finally leave his mark,
You’re falling way to fast,
And it’ll be only a matter of time,
Before your reach your own demise,
And I will be there to stand above you,
And take back what’s actually mine...
Tyler looks at it stunned as it is the same texts he receives a couple of days ago. Lights begin to flicker once again as we can see a sea of heads turning towards a double door marked exit somewhere in the upper part of the audience area. We then see a man standing by the double door with his both arms stretch in a crucifix pose as a spotlight shines on him. Tyler looks so stunned as the man known to many as “The Violent Messiah” Creed then points to Tyler Graves and slowly motions a cut throat gesture before he then exits the door and the lights in the arena goes back to normal.
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[Warming Up]
(We cut to the back of The Arena where PWX’s local mad man, X-Treme Dream is warming up for his match inside his locker room. He is doing a set of sit-ups as the PWX camera man walks in on him. Whenever he notices the camera, he yells out his count.)
“249...250...251...252”
(He is grunting like an old man with each rep he does.)
“255...256...257...258...259...260”
(He roars as he finishes up the last sit-up.)
“Now that is what I call a work out, got to get good and warmed up for tonight’s match.”
(He gives an evil grin.)
“The time is almost here though, and I am focused tonight. Focused on defeating Devon Poole this week. I just doubt that this week will end in a draw. The time won’t run out before I finish off Poole, something I failed to do last week.”
(Dream jumps up from the floor in one quick movement.)
“The more time that has passed since our last meeting Devon, the angrier I got. Not at you, but at my self. I know I could have beaten you. It should have just been me advancing in the Next Generation tournament, not you! The insults you threw at me this past week though, well…they were just fuel into the fire. I am irate still.” He shakes his head. “And you honestly lucked up this week, because you got a damn good partner. I am stuck with Valencio, even though he is trying to come around. He feels that he is lucky to have me as a partner, after I decimated him the last time we were in the ring. So, he knows that I can beat him. He knows that Hollywood can beat him. But, Valencio, you are the wild card against Devon Poole. He has never faced you before, so I am expecting you to step it up tonight. I want you to come out there and just snap!”
(Dream starts to laugh with a very demented tone.)
“You masked weirdo you, just know that I am depending on you tonight. I know I said that I expected to go into this match fighting a three on one battle, but hell…I am putting a little faith in you.”
(Dream drops down and starts to do some push-ups.)
“No remorse for you Hollywood.”
“No remorse for Devon Poole.”
“There will be blood tonight. And I will gladly have it on my hands. Because I want retribution for last week Poole. I want to watch you bleed right there in that ring. You want pity because you are broke, and that is why you are striving to capture gold…so you can get back on your feet financially. But I do not care about your problems, hell…I don’t care about anyone other than myself. Call it selfish, call it an ego. But I am only looking out for myself. It does not pay to care what others are doing, believe me. I have learned that the hard way for too many years.”
(He drops down and raises himself up, over and over again. He does about ten in a row.)
“But look, I got to finish getting ready. It is going to be a huge main event tonight, I can promise everyone that. JPO, I failed to get the job done last week and I apologize. But I will get the NCW ‘trash’ taken out, sooner than later!”
(He raises up for a minute.)
“The King of Extreme…X-Treme motha’ fucking Dream is on a rampage tonight! NO REMORSE! REMEMBER THAT POOLE! Hollywood, you too…even though you are just one of the people in the wrong place at the wrong time. Valencio, get ready to step it up tonight. We are going to war!”
(Dream drops back down and continues his push-ups as the camera man backs out of his locker room. Dream shouts every time he drops down and does a push-up, getting his blood boiling.)
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Special Exhibition Match:
Brad Jackson vs Ben Stevens
Stevens and Jackson start the match off with a collar and elbow tie up. Jackson forces Stevens into the corner, but Stevens thrws a high knee to the face of the former World Champion. He battles back with a flurry of rights and lefts-before dropping Jackson with a hard double arm DDT. He rolls into the cover, but Jackson kicks out at 2. Stevens lifts him up-and delivers a hard kick to the chest, sending him into the corner. He follows up with a lariat-that sends the former PWX World Champion over the top rope, and to the floor below.
Stevens smirks as he runs off the far ropes-and hits a suicide dive, crashing into Jackson on the floor. The crowd has a mixed reaction, as Stevens rolls into the ring, to break the ref’s count. With the ref’s back turned, Ness hops the railing, and bashes Jackson with a steal chair. He slides him into the ring, and hides as Stevens goes for a pin:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
On the floor, Ness sighs as he slides into the ring, and begins arguing with Ben Stevens. He shrugs his shoulders, before hitting Stevens with a code breaker out of nowhere. The ref calls for the bell-and DQ’s Jackson for the interference. Ness smirks as he rolls to the floor, and looks back at Jackson-who is livid.
Winner: Ben Stevens (via DQ)
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["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts the PA system as Brian Hollywood makes his way to the ring. The crowd can be heard covered in boos as Hollywood smiles and shrugs off the fans as he gets into the ring. He walks over to the corner and picks up a mic. Before he can speak into it, the crowd can be heard with nothing but boos for the Executive. Hollywood simply takes it in and smiles even more as he looks on amongst the crowd.]
Hollywood: It figures. You people are always after the same thing. Justice. Or is it just because you've been given a whole new perspective of the word? I can tell you people have the wrong sense of justice. For all your senses of justice is just purely stupid and a joke!
The crowd boos heavily and starts an "asshole" chant.
Hollywood: Just listen to you people! You guys are doing it right now! It seems like your all influenced by a dumber power. Instead of your own dumb senses, you all are influenced by a dumber sense! That sense seems to be Valencio! Seriously, that guy STILL thinks he's some kind of superhero! How many times do I need to get that into his thick skull head of his that he's a cancer to this company? I mean, come on, the guy is a bigger joke than Michael Wrecker is!
Heat from the crowd can clearly be felt across the arena towards Hollywood.
Hollywood: Let's face it Valencio, you don't belong in this tournament any more than Jake Reed did. I proved quickly why Reed didn't belong in this tournament and I will prove that to you as well Val. Only that will have to wait another week. For tonight, I plan on just beating you once again in another tag team match. It doesn't seem to matter who your opponent is, you just still remain to be a really big contradictory joke. Dream said it well himself, one week you call him to justice, now your teaming with him? Wow, if that doesn't make sense to me Valencio, I don't know what does!
Hollywood walks around the ring a bit looking amongst the crowd.
Hollywood: Valencio, I'm actually quite curious on what's going to become of you tonight. I'm quite curious on what your going to do during the match. Will you leave Dream? Or will Dream leave you? Honestly, I can see history repeating itself in a sense. Dream will attack Poole leaving you and me in the ring for me to beat you once more. Only difference in history this time is the fact that Dream and myself are on seperate teams. Makes no difference to me. One way or another I will walk out with my hand raised high in the air!
Crowd starts a "you suck" chant.
Hollywood: Let's not forget what Dream did to me to try and get himself the Hybrid Championship. He had to team up with that hypocrite Wild to defeat me. Well look what happened to you Dream? Wild ended up beating you! He realized that he wasn't good enough to defeat me so he decided he was going to use the odds in his favor in getting rid of me. He then took care of you with no problems. That makes Wild look weak. You had your chance Dream and you blew it. Now you think that you belong in the Next Generation title picture with me. I proved why I am here. What you proved at Never Say Die is why you still belong in the Hybrid Division!
Hollywood starts pacing back and forth. He then starts speaking again.
Hollywood: Now I could go on and on and on and on about how I belong here in the Next Generation Division! The Executive Journey will continue tonight as I beat the likes of Valencio and XDream! With the help of my tag team partner DG Poole, we should have no trouble in beating you, Dream and Valencio. History will repeat itself with another win under my belt. Then, The Executive Journey continues to take on Valencio in singles action. I mean come on, if I can beat the pathetic good for nothing superhero wanna be in tag team action with no problems, what makes you think it will be difficult to do in singles action? Valencio, I like to see you try to take action upon a judgment on me. I will tell you though, its a judgment against a promise! Only difference Valencio is when I make a promise, it becomes an Executive Promise! Valencio no judgment, no move, nothing you do is more powerful than my Executive Promise! You will feel that effect tonight and you will most definately feel it next week after I lay you off this tournament! As for XDream or DG Poole, whoever I need to beat for the championship, know your time is coming too. It's on a collision course with The Executive Journey. Only problem is, The Executive Journey can't be stopped. You can try to slow it down, but I wouldn't worry about trying.
Hollywood points around the arena to the crowd.
Hollywood: It's inevitable. All you people come time for Adrenaline in a couple of weeks will accept your NEW Next Generation Champion! Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood! And for all you people, I'm making that an Executive Promise!
Hollywood laughs and drops the mic. The crowd continuously boos him as he walks out of the ring and leaves. He starts making his way back up the ramp as he all of a sudden stops. He turns around and looks about the crowd. He then motions his hand around his waist signaling that the Next Generation Championship will soon be around his waist. He smiles and turns back around as he makes his way backstage.
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Chris: Brian Hollywood is a man on a mission as well Ricky.
Ricky: No doubt about that. We’ll see him in action in our main event tonight!
Chris: Plus he’s entering the Total J Cup as well.
Ricky: Pariah is gonna have some stiff competition!
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Special Exhibition Match:
Cal Roberts vs Micheal Wrecker
Wrecker is in the ring, playing to the crowd as Cal Roberts heads down the ramp. Wrecker turns around-and is met with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Wrecker gets to a knee-and takes a hard kick to the face, sending him rolling into the corner. Roberts delivers another pair of boots to the body, before lifting him up-and shooting him into the ropes.
On the rebound, Cal hits Wrecker with a samoan drop, and bridges into a cover:
ONE
TWO..KICKOUT!
He smirks as he sits Wrecker up-and locks in a Katihajame submission. Wrecker screams as Buzz begins choking him out. Wrecker eventually taps out as the crowd boo loudly.
Crowd: YOU TAPED OUT! YOU TAPED OUT!
The ref holds up Cal Roberts hand in victory, as he smirks and heads back up the ramp-not even caring enough about the PWX Faithful to acknowledge their jeers of Micheal Wrecker tapping out.
Winner: Cal Roberts
[ One hundred percent, bitch. ]
Outside in the parking lot stands Wild - casually dressed as he is off for the night "wrestle wise". Pacing back and forth between the corridors, acting as if he is waiting on a particular someone to come along, he gets his hopes up as a car drives along.. looking down in the window of the limousine as it skirts along him. Leaning his head back in disgust, he walks back to where he was originally standing forth at..
"Waiting on someone there.. buddy"
His looks head toward the direction of where the voice came from.. a look of disgust crossing his face as limping along the way is Terrell Odom. Terrell looks a little banged up, the dark blue circle around the left side of his cheek bone from the chairshot he took last week..
"And what if I am" Wild replied back..
Terrell takes no time to shove Wild into the boxes that are packed away at the wall of the parking lot.. as Wild scrapes Terrell off of him with his voluptuous arms.. the two become a little testy with eachother.. staring one another down between the eyes..
Terrell Odom : Who the fuck was it?
Wild : Was who, motherfucker!
Terrell Odom : Don't fucking bullshit with me man! I know you had something to do with last week...
Wild : What!? As much as I hate your drug induced ass.. I don't have anybody fight for me, motherfucker!
The two get pretty close to eachother, within nose length...
Terrell Odom : Then ... why did he come after me.. huh? As I had you beaten, he just happened to come along and get into my shit.. and you are saying that he isn't one of your middle men.. isn't one of the guys you paid off to make sure you still walked out as a champion..
Wild : I done told you I have nothing to do with that! Have you came to wonder if its one of your little bitchboys from back in the day? Have you came to ponder that maybe its somebody like that old ass man Shawn Hunt..
Terrell looks down, starting to wonder if Wilds words are true.. before shaking his head and looking back into the eyes of Wild...
Terrell : Naw... naw man.. I don't hold beef with anybody from the past.. Who was it?
Wild : *laughing* I don't know who the fuck it was..
Terrell : Yeah .. well why are you waiting out here then?
Wild : It's none of your damn business why.. but if you really want to know.... Im waiting for Maria to get here...
Terrell : Oh yeah.. Maria...
Wild : Yeah..
Terrell looks as if he is about to punch Wild right between the eyes... but decides to back out...
Terrell Odom : Well let me tell you somethin.. I get my chance at the Hybrid Title again.. so you just have yourself a good time at keeping tht belt warm.. at End Game.. This time you won't have somebody to help you keep that motherfucking belt...
Wild : Hahaha.... I won't need anybody to help me anyways, bitch..
Terrell : We'll see...
Wild : Yeah... we'll see..
Terrell snickers, before walking off.. or so Wild thinks as he looks the other direction as he too, begins to walk off...
Terrell : Oh yeah.. Wild.. one more thing..
Wild turns around to be clocked by Terrell with a large box.. as he goes forth to Wild and begins hammering into him with hard rights... Wild begins to try and clock back at him - grabbing Terrell's shirt and shoving him over to the wall.. the two begin to continually duke it out before a crew of security comes rushing over to stop the small scuffle.. Wild begins pointing at Terrell, trying to break through the security...
Terrell : I'm one hundred percent bitch!
Wild : I'll show you one hundred percent Odom! A one hundred percent ass whoopin' you stupid fuck!
The two begin countering words over the security that moves them towards seperate doors.. the camera fades out..
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Chris: It’s main event time Ricky!
Ricky: I can’t wait, these four are chomping at the bit for that Next Gen Title-and one of them will walk out of Adrenaline 10 the champion!
Chris: Let’s send it to the arena, for our feature contest!
Final Four Showcase Tag Match:
Devon Poole & Brian Hollywood vs Valencio & Xtreme Dream
The crowd is in an uproar for this match. DG and Dream exchange heated glances, as Dream and Hollywood start the match off. They lock up-and Hollywood immediately takes the leg out from under Dream. He smirks as he locks Dream into a leg lock-and lets go as he grabs the ropes. Hollywood quickly floats over into a front face lock, as Dream begins to battle out of it. He shoots Hollywood into the ropes-and comes back with a lariat. Hollywood gets up-and gets knocked down once more as Dream makes a quick tag to Valencio. He hits Hollywood with a shinbreaker-as Val hits a spinning heel kick off the ropes. He quickly goes into a cover:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
Val puts a series of boots to the ribs of Brian Hollywood, and then locks in a leg lock on Brian’s right leg-which is the same leg that Dream had hit with the shin breaker. He lets go-and gets up-before driving his knee into the leg of the Executive. He cranks back, as Hollywood uses his good leg to kick Valencio in the back of the head. He rolls out of the hold-and crawls to the ropes. He gets to a vertical base-and knocks Val down with a hard lariat. He rolls over to the corner, and tags in DG, who comes in and knocks Valencio down with a spear. He delivers a series of right jabs to the masked head of Valencio. He smirks as he drops an elbow-and tries to rip the mask off of Valencio. He fights back, and eventually rolls to the floor. DG yells over the ropes-as Xtreme Dream hits the ring and rolls him up:
ONE
TWO
TH—KICKOUT!
Dream and Poole begin brawling. DG knocks Dream into the ropes-and sends him over with a hard lariat. Valencio runs in and tries to take DG down with a diving clothesline-but DG ducks it. He kicks Val in the ribs, and hits him with 7th Heaven as he goes for the pin:
ONE
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as the ref raises up DG’s hand. Out of nowhere, Brian Hollywood nails him from behind with a boot to the back of the head. He smirks as he lifts him up-and hits the Lay Off as the crowd boo’s loudly. His music hits the PA system as we fade out.
Winners: Devon Poole & Brian Hollywood
“The Road To End Game Begins”
Monday, November 1st 2009
[The opening video package airs, and we fade into a television studio. Chris Caudill and Ricky Cravate are both sitting infront of a fairly large screen, as they welcome us to the show]
Chris Caudill: Welcome everyone to PWX Adrenaline on Versus!
Ricky Cravate: I am the “Voice of PWX” Ricky Cravate, and joined as always by my broadcast collegue, Chris Caudill.
Chris: Tonight, we have a huge main event tag team war for you-as the final four of our Next Gen Title Tournament collide in an all out war.
Ricky: First off, we received a rather disturbing piece from The New Dawn and John Pariah, setting things in motion for not only Adrenaline 9 and 10, but also PWX End Game in December-let’s take a look!
[Funeral in the Making]
The Arena lights go out, and without warning, “American Dream” by Walls of Jericho hits the PA System. John Pariah steps out onto the stage, wearing an all black suit. Adrianna Szaktowski steps out next to him. They are followed by Lillith Morgan-who shots Adrianna a dirty look across the stage. The two women are both wearing black dresses-and James Silkk is the last person out onto the stage. He is also wearing an all black dress suit.
The group heads down the ramp-as the camera widens. We see a casket in the ring, surrounded by wreaths of black roses and razor wire. The music dies out-but the lights stay dimmed as Pariah takes a mic from one of the stage hands.]
Pariah: Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life, and times of a man who has yet to give in to the reaper, and just lay down. We are gathered here today to celebrate the future passing, of a professional wrestling champion. You see, in two weeks at Adrenaline 10, I will be facing a man with one foot in the dementia ward, and one foot in the grave. Pitor Szatkowski. The grandfather of both, the lovely Adrianna….
[Pariah smiles at her, and continues on.]
Pariah: And the man who I am here to save, Danny Szatkowski.
[The crowd has a mixed reaction to the leader of The Legion]
Pariah: You see, later tonight-JPO and Pitor will sit down, and sign the very contract that will seal Pitors fate. Those two will sit down, and deliver the message that Pitor’s career has reached its twilight, and its time for the old glory hound to lay down!
[Pariah smirks, as Lillith shoots Adrianna another sour look.]
Pariah: But first, Pitor does have a challenge infront of him. You see, we decided that he deserved a fighting chance. We decided that Pitor deserved a..warm up-if you will. So next week, at Adrenaline 9, I would like to announce to the world that Pitor Szatkowski will make his early return to the ring, against….this man, right here!
[Pariah points to Silkk, and hands him the microphone as the crowd boo’s]
Silkk: One week Pitor, one week until you go face to face with the Suicide Messiah. One week, until you stare death in the face. One week, until the New Dawn exterminates you!
Pariah: Woah, James. Leave a piece for me.
[Pariah chuckles and smirks.]
Pariah: Danny, we’ve already taken your extremely lovely sister. Over the next two weeks, the New Dawn will CRUCIFY your grandfather. What do you have left Danny? What do you have left to hold on to?
[Epic hits the PA system, as Danny runs to the ring with a steel chair in hand. The New Dawn clear the ring, as Danny destroys the wreaths and set up in the ring. The camera pans to the crowd, as Lillith lowblows Pariah on the stage-as the crowd pops loudly. Without warning, Pitor Szaktowksi nails Silkk with a steel chair, and throws Pariah into the ring. Danny begins the assault]
Chris: What the hell?
Ricky: I never thought I’d see the day, but Lillith just turned on Pariah!
Chris: I knew she was pissed. A new woman is moving in on her territory!
[On the ramp-Adrianna slaps Lillith, and the two begin to brawl on the ramp. In the ring Danny chokes Pariah with the steel chair, as his grandfather applaudes his actions. Danny pulls the Razor Wire off one of the wreaths, and begins choking Pariah with it. Security comes out, and seperates the two as Pariah rolls to the floor. Adrianna and Silkk check on him, as Danny grabs a microphone.]
Danny: I’m not waiting for any damn contract signing. John, I want a piece of you and I want it….at END GAME!
[The crowd applaudes]
Danny: You’re right, I don’t have anything left to lose. There is nothing left for me to give up or drop. You’ve backed me into a corner John, and now you’re about to get destroyed. I’ve already cleared it with your brother in the back, and at End Game, I’m going to finish you off!
[The crowd has a mixed reaction]
Danny: John, it was serene, it was pure bliss when I had your neck wrapped in this razor wire. It was, almost orgasmic. So here’s the deal. Some may call this suicide, but I call it-vengence. At End Game, it will be Danny / Pariah III, and it will be RAZOR. WIRE. WARFARE!
Ricky: WHAT?!
Chris: OH MY GAWD!
Ricky: Razor Wire Warfare III? Pariah has never lost in that type of match.
Chris: I don’t believe it!
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Ricky: No doubt about it, Danny is a man on a mission.
Chris: End Game is going to be violent!
Ricky: Speaking of violent. It’s Tyler Graves and Antonio Lopez, in a Cane Match!
Chris: Let’s go to tape!
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Singapore Cane Match:
Tyler Graves vs Antonio Lopez
The match opens with Antonio Lopez making his way to the ring while the crowd boos the shit out of him. Tyler Graves runs out from the back with a kendo stick and attacks Antonio from behind to the delight of the fans. Antonio is down on all fours on the entrance ramp as Tyler beats the shit out of him with the kendo stick. Tyler raises the kendo stick up to pump the crowd out of their seat.
Antonio is crawling to the ringside area. Tyler spotted him and whacks him with the kendo stick to his back. Antonio drops down to the concrete floor. Tyler is about to hit him again when Antonio turns and kicks Tyler to the face that sent Tyler railing backwards. Antonio gets to his feet and charges toward Tyler and drove his previously injured back to the guardrail. Tyler is on the ground as he leans to the guardrail holding his back. Antonio showboats the crowd taunting the people in the front row.
Antonio picks the kendo stick up and holds it up to the jeers of the fans. Antonio picks Tyler by the hair with his free hand. He places the kendo stick on Tyler’s throat and wrapped his right leg to Tyler’s left leg. Antonio drove Tyler face first into the guardrail as we see Tyler’s head bouncing off the guardrail and sent him railing down to the concrete floor.
Antonio stomps Tyler a couple of times before finally picking him up and rolling him in to the ring. Antonio climbs and enters the ring himself. Tyler is crawling on the canvas as we can see his face covered in blood. The ref tries to stop Antonio from getting closer to Tyler. Antonio raises his hand up in a mocking “I surrender” gesture as he backs up into his corner. The ref checks on Tyler who is sitting underneath the turnbuckle. Tyler gets to his feet clutching his midsection as Antonio mockingly eyes him and smiles at him wickedly. The ref asks Tyler if he wants to continue. Tyler looks at Antonio and nods. The referee asks for the bell to be ring.
Tyler immediately attacks Antonio with furious kicks to the midsection and legs. We see Antonio trying to runaway limping. Tyler continues the assault as he then grabs Antonio’s arm and Irish whips him. Tyler catches him with a leg lariat. Tyler then mounts Antonio and starts hammering with lefts and rights. Antonio tries his best to protect but is overwhelmed by Tyler’s furious strikes. The referee pulls Tyler off of Antonio.
Tyler looks so frustrated as he slides out of the ring. He then scrambles underneath the ring and found a kendo stick. He then slides back into the ring and stalks Antonio who is now crawling to the bottom rope. Antonio gets to his vertical base using the ropes but Tyler starts to assault him with the kendo stick to his legs. Antonio screams in agony as the thunderous blasts of the stiff kendo stick shots are heard all over the arena. Tyler continuously assaults Antonio until we see Antonio passes out because of the pain from the kendo shots. Tyler rolls Antonio over and pins him. The ref drops down to the mat…
…1…
…2…
…3…
The ref declares Tyler Graves the winner but Tyler just keeps looking at the knocked out Antonio Lopez. Tyler rolls out of the ring and look at underneath the ring. He pulled out something and slides back in to the ring. Tyler then proceeds to drag Antonio into the bottom rope and laid him on his stomach. He then spreads Antonio Lopez’s arms into a crucifixion and handcuffs them to the bottom rope. Tyler then grabs the kendo stick and then proceeds to barrage Antonio Lopez with stiff kendo stick to his back until we can finally see it bleeding severely.
Winner: Tyler Graves
Aftermatch:
Tyler then untied Antonio Lopez and drags him to the middle of the ring. Tyler then executes the BlackOut to Antonio Lopez using the kendo stick for the choke. Blood starts to come out of Antonio Lopez’s mouth as we can see the ref trying to break it but Tyler doesn’t listen. The ref finally convinced Tyler to break the hold as the light inside the arena begins to flicker then eventually blacks out. The titantron then begins to flicker on and off as a familiar video is flashes through the screen. It ends with the following verses:
Even if you run fast,
You can’t escape your past,
Take a look at your life,
And look at the path you took
You’re the reason,
For your sister’s suffering,
For an ally to commit treason,
For everything that you’re going through
See you do not realize it but,
You are actually walking on the brink,
Of the end of your pathetic existence,
You’re falling into the dark,
Death will finally leave his mark,
You’re falling way to fast,
And it’ll be only a matter of time,
Before your reach your own demise,
And I will be there to stand above you,
And take back what’s actually mine...
Tyler looks at it stunned as it is the same texts he receives a couple of days ago. Lights begin to flicker once again as we can see a sea of heads turning towards a double door marked exit somewhere in the upper part of the audience area. We then see a man standing by the double door with his both arms stretch in a crucifix pose as a spotlight shines on him. Tyler looks so stunned as the man known to many as “The Violent Messiah” Creed then points to Tyler Graves and slowly motions a cut throat gesture before he then exits the door and the lights in the arena goes back to normal.
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[Warming Up]
(We cut to the back of The Arena where PWX’s local mad man, X-Treme Dream is warming up for his match inside his locker room. He is doing a set of sit-ups as the PWX camera man walks in on him. Whenever he notices the camera, he yells out his count.)
“249...250...251...252”
(He is grunting like an old man with each rep he does.)
“255...256...257...258...259...260”
(He roars as he finishes up the last sit-up.)
“Now that is what I call a work out, got to get good and warmed up for tonight’s match.”
(He gives an evil grin.)
“The time is almost here though, and I am focused tonight. Focused on defeating Devon Poole this week. I just doubt that this week will end in a draw. The time won’t run out before I finish off Poole, something I failed to do last week.”
(Dream jumps up from the floor in one quick movement.)
“The more time that has passed since our last meeting Devon, the angrier I got. Not at you, but at my self. I know I could have beaten you. It should have just been me advancing in the Next Generation tournament, not you! The insults you threw at me this past week though, well…they were just fuel into the fire. I am irate still.” He shakes his head. “And you honestly lucked up this week, because you got a damn good partner. I am stuck with Valencio, even though he is trying to come around. He feels that he is lucky to have me as a partner, after I decimated him the last time we were in the ring. So, he knows that I can beat him. He knows that Hollywood can beat him. But, Valencio, you are the wild card against Devon Poole. He has never faced you before, so I am expecting you to step it up tonight. I want you to come out there and just snap!”
(Dream starts to laugh with a very demented tone.)
“You masked weirdo you, just know that I am depending on you tonight. I know I said that I expected to go into this match fighting a three on one battle, but hell…I am putting a little faith in you.”
(Dream drops down and starts to do some push-ups.)
“No remorse for you Hollywood.”
“No remorse for Devon Poole.”
“There will be blood tonight. And I will gladly have it on my hands. Because I want retribution for last week Poole. I want to watch you bleed right there in that ring. You want pity because you are broke, and that is why you are striving to capture gold…so you can get back on your feet financially. But I do not care about your problems, hell…I don’t care about anyone other than myself. Call it selfish, call it an ego. But I am only looking out for myself. It does not pay to care what others are doing, believe me. I have learned that the hard way for too many years.”
(He drops down and raises himself up, over and over again. He does about ten in a row.)
“But look, I got to finish getting ready. It is going to be a huge main event tonight, I can promise everyone that. JPO, I failed to get the job done last week and I apologize. But I will get the NCW ‘trash’ taken out, sooner than later!”
(He raises up for a minute.)
“The King of Extreme…X-Treme motha’ fucking Dream is on a rampage tonight! NO REMORSE! REMEMBER THAT POOLE! Hollywood, you too…even though you are just one of the people in the wrong place at the wrong time. Valencio, get ready to step it up tonight. We are going to war!”
(Dream drops back down and continues his push-ups as the camera man backs out of his locker room. Dream shouts every time he drops down and does a push-up, getting his blood boiling.)
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Special Exhibition Match:
Brad Jackson vs Ben Stevens
Stevens and Jackson start the match off with a collar and elbow tie up. Jackson forces Stevens into the corner, but Stevens thrws a high knee to the face of the former World Champion. He battles back with a flurry of rights and lefts-before dropping Jackson with a hard double arm DDT. He rolls into the cover, but Jackson kicks out at 2. Stevens lifts him up-and delivers a hard kick to the chest, sending him into the corner. He follows up with a lariat-that sends the former PWX World Champion over the top rope, and to the floor below.
Stevens smirks as he runs off the far ropes-and hits a suicide dive, crashing into Jackson on the floor. The crowd has a mixed reaction, as Stevens rolls into the ring, to break the ref’s count. With the ref’s back turned, Ness hops the railing, and bashes Jackson with a steal chair. He slides him into the ring, and hides as Stevens goes for a pin:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
On the floor, Ness sighs as he slides into the ring, and begins arguing with Ben Stevens. He shrugs his shoulders, before hitting Stevens with a code breaker out of nowhere. The ref calls for the bell-and DQ’s Jackson for the interference. Ness smirks as he rolls to the floor, and looks back at Jackson-who is livid.
Winner: Ben Stevens (via DQ)
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["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts the PA system as Brian Hollywood makes his way to the ring. The crowd can be heard covered in boos as Hollywood smiles and shrugs off the fans as he gets into the ring. He walks over to the corner and picks up a mic. Before he can speak into it, the crowd can be heard with nothing but boos for the Executive. Hollywood simply takes it in and smiles even more as he looks on amongst the crowd.]
Hollywood: It figures. You people are always after the same thing. Justice. Or is it just because you've been given a whole new perspective of the word? I can tell you people have the wrong sense of justice. For all your senses of justice is just purely stupid and a joke!
The crowd boos heavily and starts an "asshole" chant.
Hollywood: Just listen to you people! You guys are doing it right now! It seems like your all influenced by a dumber power. Instead of your own dumb senses, you all are influenced by a dumber sense! That sense seems to be Valencio! Seriously, that guy STILL thinks he's some kind of superhero! How many times do I need to get that into his thick skull head of his that he's a cancer to this company? I mean, come on, the guy is a bigger joke than Michael Wrecker is!
Heat from the crowd can clearly be felt across the arena towards Hollywood.
Hollywood: Let's face it Valencio, you don't belong in this tournament any more than Jake Reed did. I proved quickly why Reed didn't belong in this tournament and I will prove that to you as well Val. Only that will have to wait another week. For tonight, I plan on just beating you once again in another tag team match. It doesn't seem to matter who your opponent is, you just still remain to be a really big contradictory joke. Dream said it well himself, one week you call him to justice, now your teaming with him? Wow, if that doesn't make sense to me Valencio, I don't know what does!
Hollywood walks around the ring a bit looking amongst the crowd.
Hollywood: Valencio, I'm actually quite curious on what's going to become of you tonight. I'm quite curious on what your going to do during the match. Will you leave Dream? Or will Dream leave you? Honestly, I can see history repeating itself in a sense. Dream will attack Poole leaving you and me in the ring for me to beat you once more. Only difference in history this time is the fact that Dream and myself are on seperate teams. Makes no difference to me. One way or another I will walk out with my hand raised high in the air!
Crowd starts a "you suck" chant.
Hollywood: Let's not forget what Dream did to me to try and get himself the Hybrid Championship. He had to team up with that hypocrite Wild to defeat me. Well look what happened to you Dream? Wild ended up beating you! He realized that he wasn't good enough to defeat me so he decided he was going to use the odds in his favor in getting rid of me. He then took care of you with no problems. That makes Wild look weak. You had your chance Dream and you blew it. Now you think that you belong in the Next Generation title picture with me. I proved why I am here. What you proved at Never Say Die is why you still belong in the Hybrid Division!
Hollywood starts pacing back and forth. He then starts speaking again.
Hollywood: Now I could go on and on and on and on about how I belong here in the Next Generation Division! The Executive Journey will continue tonight as I beat the likes of Valencio and XDream! With the help of my tag team partner DG Poole, we should have no trouble in beating you, Dream and Valencio. History will repeat itself with another win under my belt. Then, The Executive Journey continues to take on Valencio in singles action. I mean come on, if I can beat the pathetic good for nothing superhero wanna be in tag team action with no problems, what makes you think it will be difficult to do in singles action? Valencio, I like to see you try to take action upon a judgment on me. I will tell you though, its a judgment against a promise! Only difference Valencio is when I make a promise, it becomes an Executive Promise! Valencio no judgment, no move, nothing you do is more powerful than my Executive Promise! You will feel that effect tonight and you will most definately feel it next week after I lay you off this tournament! As for XDream or DG Poole, whoever I need to beat for the championship, know your time is coming too. It's on a collision course with The Executive Journey. Only problem is, The Executive Journey can't be stopped. You can try to slow it down, but I wouldn't worry about trying.
Hollywood points around the arena to the crowd.
Hollywood: It's inevitable. All you people come time for Adrenaline in a couple of weeks will accept your NEW Next Generation Champion! Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood! And for all you people, I'm making that an Executive Promise!
Hollywood laughs and drops the mic. The crowd continuously boos him as he walks out of the ring and leaves. He starts making his way back up the ramp as he all of a sudden stops. He turns around and looks about the crowd. He then motions his hand around his waist signaling that the Next Generation Championship will soon be around his waist. He smiles and turns back around as he makes his way backstage.
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Chris: Brian Hollywood is a man on a mission as well Ricky.
Ricky: No doubt about that. We’ll see him in action in our main event tonight!
Chris: Plus he’s entering the Total J Cup as well.
Ricky: Pariah is gonna have some stiff competition!
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Special Exhibition Match:
Cal Roberts vs Micheal Wrecker
Wrecker is in the ring, playing to the crowd as Cal Roberts heads down the ramp. Wrecker turns around-and is met with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Wrecker gets to a knee-and takes a hard kick to the face, sending him rolling into the corner. Roberts delivers another pair of boots to the body, before lifting him up-and shooting him into the ropes.
On the rebound, Cal hits Wrecker with a samoan drop, and bridges into a cover:
ONE
TWO..KICKOUT!
He smirks as he sits Wrecker up-and locks in a Katihajame submission. Wrecker screams as Buzz begins choking him out. Wrecker eventually taps out as the crowd boo loudly.
Crowd: YOU TAPED OUT! YOU TAPED OUT!
The ref holds up Cal Roberts hand in victory, as he smirks and heads back up the ramp-not even caring enough about the PWX Faithful to acknowledge their jeers of Micheal Wrecker tapping out.
Winner: Cal Roberts
[ One hundred percent, bitch. ]
Outside in the parking lot stands Wild - casually dressed as he is off for the night "wrestle wise". Pacing back and forth between the corridors, acting as if he is waiting on a particular someone to come along, he gets his hopes up as a car drives along.. looking down in the window of the limousine as it skirts along him. Leaning his head back in disgust, he walks back to where he was originally standing forth at..
"Waiting on someone there.. buddy"
His looks head toward the direction of where the voice came from.. a look of disgust crossing his face as limping along the way is Terrell Odom. Terrell looks a little banged up, the dark blue circle around the left side of his cheek bone from the chairshot he took last week..
"And what if I am" Wild replied back..
Terrell takes no time to shove Wild into the boxes that are packed away at the wall of the parking lot.. as Wild scrapes Terrell off of him with his voluptuous arms.. the two become a little testy with eachother.. staring one another down between the eyes..
Terrell Odom : Who the fuck was it?
Wild : Was who, motherfucker!
Terrell Odom : Don't fucking bullshit with me man! I know you had something to do with last week...
Wild : What!? As much as I hate your drug induced ass.. I don't have anybody fight for me, motherfucker!
The two get pretty close to eachother, within nose length...
Terrell Odom : Then ... why did he come after me.. huh? As I had you beaten, he just happened to come along and get into my shit.. and you are saying that he isn't one of your middle men.. isn't one of the guys you paid off to make sure you still walked out as a champion..
Wild : I done told you I have nothing to do with that! Have you came to wonder if its one of your little bitchboys from back in the day? Have you came to ponder that maybe its somebody like that old ass man Shawn Hunt..
Terrell looks down, starting to wonder if Wilds words are true.. before shaking his head and looking back into the eyes of Wild...
Terrell : Naw... naw man.. I don't hold beef with anybody from the past.. Who was it?
Wild : *laughing* I don't know who the fuck it was..
Terrell : Yeah .. well why are you waiting out here then?
Wild : It's none of your damn business why.. but if you really want to know.... Im waiting for Maria to get here...
Terrell : Oh yeah.. Maria...
Wild : Yeah..
Terrell looks as if he is about to punch Wild right between the eyes... but decides to back out...
Terrell Odom : Well let me tell you somethin.. I get my chance at the Hybrid Title again.. so you just have yourself a good time at keeping tht belt warm.. at End Game.. This time you won't have somebody to help you keep that motherfucking belt...
Wild : Hahaha.... I won't need anybody to help me anyways, bitch..
Terrell : We'll see...
Wild : Yeah... we'll see..
Terrell snickers, before walking off.. or so Wild thinks as he looks the other direction as he too, begins to walk off...
Terrell : Oh yeah.. Wild.. one more thing..
Wild turns around to be clocked by Terrell with a large box.. as he goes forth to Wild and begins hammering into him with hard rights... Wild begins to try and clock back at him - grabbing Terrell's shirt and shoving him over to the wall.. the two begin to continually duke it out before a crew of security comes rushing over to stop the small scuffle.. Wild begins pointing at Terrell, trying to break through the security...
Terrell : I'm one hundred percent bitch!
Wild : I'll show you one hundred percent Odom! A one hundred percent ass whoopin' you stupid fuck!
The two begin countering words over the security that moves them towards seperate doors.. the camera fades out..
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Chris: It’s main event time Ricky!
Ricky: I can’t wait, these four are chomping at the bit for that Next Gen Title-and one of them will walk out of Adrenaline 10 the champion!
Chris: Let’s send it to the arena, for our feature contest!
Final Four Showcase Tag Match:
Devon Poole & Brian Hollywood vs Valencio & Xtreme Dream
The crowd is in an uproar for this match. DG and Dream exchange heated glances, as Dream and Hollywood start the match off. They lock up-and Hollywood immediately takes the leg out from under Dream. He smirks as he locks Dream into a leg lock-and lets go as he grabs the ropes. Hollywood quickly floats over into a front face lock, as Dream begins to battle out of it. He shoots Hollywood into the ropes-and comes back with a lariat. Hollywood gets up-and gets knocked down once more as Dream makes a quick tag to Valencio. He hits Hollywood with a shinbreaker-as Val hits a spinning heel kick off the ropes. He quickly goes into a cover:
ONE
TWO
THR—KICKOUT!
Val puts a series of boots to the ribs of Brian Hollywood, and then locks in a leg lock on Brian’s right leg-which is the same leg that Dream had hit with the shin breaker. He lets go-and gets up-before driving his knee into the leg of the Executive. He cranks back, as Hollywood uses his good leg to kick Valencio in the back of the head. He rolls out of the hold-and crawls to the ropes. He gets to a vertical base-and knocks Val down with a hard lariat. He rolls over to the corner, and tags in DG, who comes in and knocks Valencio down with a spear. He delivers a series of right jabs to the masked head of Valencio. He smirks as he drops an elbow-and tries to rip the mask off of Valencio. He fights back, and eventually rolls to the floor. DG yells over the ropes-as Xtreme Dream hits the ring and rolls him up:
ONE
TWO
TH—KICKOUT!
Dream and Poole begin brawling. DG knocks Dream into the ropes-and sends him over with a hard lariat. Valencio runs in and tries to take DG down with a diving clothesline-but DG ducks it. He kicks Val in the ribs, and hits him with 7th Heaven as he goes for the pin:
ONE
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
The bell rings as the ref raises up DG’s hand. Out of nowhere, Brian Hollywood nails him from behind with a boot to the back of the head. He smirks as he lifts him up-and hits the Lay Off as the crowd boo’s loudly. His music hits the PA system as we fade out.
Winners: Devon Poole & Brian Hollywood