[The pyro goes off around the PWX arena. The crowd cheers loudly as the Adrenaline theme blasts over the PA System. Several fans are in attendance for tonight's show. The Adrenaline theme slowly fades off as we cut to the announcers.]
Ricky: Welcome everyone to PWX Adrenaline 56! What a night we have in store for you!
Chris: That’s right! Tonight, in the main event, we have an Eight Man all out war match!
Ricky: Talk about cluster fucks, tonight will definately be an Adrenaline you don’t wanna miss!
Chris: Also tonight, Brian Hollywood goes off against the Evolution Champion, Ashley Blade!
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Backstage here we come
[And backstage we go.]
[Shawn Lester and Terrence Thompson are the next two faces to adorn our television screen, which does get a rather sizeable pop out of the fans in the arena. Hearing the cheers even from the backstage area, Terrence grins in cheesy fashion, although Lester begins his interview, undaunted]
Shawn Lester: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage with former Grand Prix Champion and one half of the tag-team champions, Terrence Thompson. First of all, Terrence, congratulations on your victory over Global Revolution last week on Adrenaline. But that match was not without its controversies- namely the growing animosity between you and Lop-”
[Terrence looks over at Lester, frowning, and interrupting]
Terrence Thompson: “Whoah, whoah, whoah! Back up there a second, Lester. Growing animosity? Where do you people come up with this stuff?
Shawn Lester: “Well, everyone did see you and Antonio fighting after the-”
[Terrence is looking fairly annoyed as he interrupts Lester]
Terrence Thompson: “You know, Shawn. All week, I’ve had people blowing this whole thing out of proportion. I took exception to being kneed in the groin, like any normal person would do. But that was last week. I’ve moved on.”
Shawn Lester: “So there is no rivalry brewing between you and Lopez?”
[Terrence bursts out laughing]
Terrence Thompson: “Lester, the word ‘rivalry’ implies equality. I have plenty of rivals in this company- the Belmonts, Wright, Ojeda… Antonio Lopez is sure as hell not one of them. He’s just not on my level. In fact, unless Wright manages to somehow piggyback him to another failed shot at the tag titles, I see no reason to waste my time with Antonio Lopez”
[Lester opens his mouth to respond, but Terrence cuts him off with a wave of his hand.]
Terrence Thompson: “Lester, I’d really love to stay and chat here, but I have a match to get ready for. You have a good night.”
[Terrence abruptly walks away, leaving Lester suddenly alone in the hallway]
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Blue River v Giovanni Torrio and Ben Stevens
Blue and Stevens started off in the ring, a decision probably by Stevens the moment the bell rang, and Blue charged forward, leveling him with a clothesline. Blue stomped on Stevens a couple of times in a fierce, efficient manner, then hauled Stevens to his feet, taking him down with a nice side suplex. He then tagged in Rivers, the crowd giving a small pop as Rivers slid into the ring.
Ricky: “What the hell? Security! We have barricade jumper! Get him out of here!”
Chris: “That’s not a barricade jumper, you idiot. That’s Nate Rivers! Don’t you remember last week?”
Ricky: “Dude I can’t even remember what the first match of tonight was.”
Chris: “This *IS* the first match of tonight, moron!”
To be fair, security guards prying Nick Rivers away would probably had been the best thing for Stevens, as Rivers, hot to avenge his disappointment from last week, threw Stevens around the ring with a few suplexes. He went for the cover, but got only a two count. He then hauled Stevens up, but Stevens managed to catch him with a shot in the belly, doubling Rivers over. Steven’s didn’t even bother capitalizing, so hell bent was he on getting out of the ring, and next thing anyone knew, Giovanni Torrio was stepping in through the ropes.
Ricky: “Well, here comes Torrio. He sure didn’t have a good week last week.”
Chris: “Unless he can get some momentum swung around, he’s not gonna have much of a good week this week, either”
Rivers was nice enough to let Torrio take two steps across the ring, before a charging lariat leveled him. Rivers picked Torrio up, and dropped him with a brutal Northern Lights Suplex, then tagged in Blue, who hit the ring and immediately began sizing up Torrio as he got to his feet.
Ricky: “Aw, crap. We all know what’s coming here.”
Chris: “And the crowd can sense it! Here it comes!”
*WHAM*
Chris: “BANG, MOTHAFUCKA! This one’s over!”
Ricky: “Acutally… its not.”
Blue looked as if he was about to go for the cover, but paused, and he looked back over at Rivers. Finally deciding that it should be his friend who has the honors, Blue tags Rivers back in, and the next thing anyone knows, Torrio is up on Rivers shoulders. Without any further ado, Rivers tosses him over his head, hitting a knee to Torrio’s face as he falls. Before an-already conscious Torrio can hit the mat, Rivers grabs him, and PULVERIZES him with a Reverse DDT!
Ricky: “Whoah…”
Chris: “He calls that the Riverflow DDT! This one’s over now!”
Un, deux, trois!
WINNERS: Nate Rivers & Luke Blue via pinfall
Chris: “Absolutely dominating win for these two young men tonight!”
Ricky: “Beh, they did okay…”
Chris: “Okay? Dude, a couple more wins like that, and I think its safe to say that we’ll have a new team in the running for a shot at the tag titles next year.”
Ricky: “Well, that’s being a bit optimistic, but we’ll have to see.”
[Stevens begins to make his way back up the ramp when Victor Jace charges out from behind the curtains and levels him with a forearm to the head! The already exhausted Stevens falls down in a slump. and begins to roll down the entrance ramp until being stopped by Jace, who in turn throws him upwards towards the top of the stage. Once there, Jace places two accurate stomps into his mid-section before picking him up, and literally tossing him off the stage, sending him crashing into all kinds of electrical equipment! Smirking confidently, Jace reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a microphone, the fans booing so loudly that the sound crew actually has to turn his volume up.]
Victor Jace: I gave the company my word. I promised management that Ben Stevens would be the next big then, and I even went as far as to help him out by practically handing him my Evolution Championship. Well guess what? For the first time in my life I was wrong…but…
[Jace looks down towards Stevens limp body as EMTs begin to check on him.]
Victor Jace: …I think I’ve remedied that. Well, part of it anyway. Since I’ve left, things have fallen apart. This company has begun to die, and I will not have that happen. This is my company, my business, and I will have it end until I’m ready for it to end. For those of you who don’t understand, let me elaborate so that even you may keep up…
Reason Number One. Josh Graves is Main Eventing with the Grand Prix Champion? That’s pretty f**kin’ bad. I’m pretty sure it was proven that Graves can’t win a match without help, I mean look at the facts. He beat me due to interference by his chamber maid two months ago…and…has he won a match since then? I honestly don’t think I can remember his last true, and honest victory…
Reason Number Two. Valerie Belmont is the Hybrid Champion again…what? Yeah, once again she has managed to sleep her way to the top of a division. Using that vagina that would dwarf the Grand Canyon, she now sits on top of the Hybrid Division, where if I’m not mistaken, she is waiting for the only man she has ever turned down, Johnny Moxie. Still don’t’ know why he’s so bitter about that, he’s disease free, she’s not. Sounds like he’s in the winning situation here…
And next we have the third problem, the largest one on my list. Ashley Graves, the women of my dreams, the girl that I sought after for weeks…is now with John Ojeda?! How in the hell does something like this even happen? I mean, it’s painfully obvious that he has no talent, that the King of the Deathmatch Tournament was rigged in his favor. I mean seriously, she turned me down to be with a man who was probably cheating on her, then dumped him for a man that I made my bitch, and effortlessly defeated in what was supposed to be his specialty match? I mean seriously…what the f**k! I mean, I’m glad to see you as the Evolution Champion Ash…but seriously…you can do better than that nutless sack of sh*t. You should be with me. You should just leave the King of the Deathmatch, and join up with the Heir to Hardcore, because soon, I will succeed to the throne, and stand on top of the mountain where I rightfully belong..
[Jace smirks, and then lobs the microphone at Stevens, hitting him in the face as the EMTs place him on the stretcher. "Spit it Out" hits the speakers and Jace makes his exit.]
Ricky: Now that was just uncalled for!
Chris: Well, Victor Jace definately is back and he’s definately on a path of destruction!
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Setting the Stage
[The scene fades into JPO’s office. He’s watching what just transpired, with a look of disgust on his face.]
JPO: Ugh..what the hell happened to Stevens? The man went from Hybrid Champion to losing to some guy who made his debut…I should just feed him to Jace at End Game and be done with…..
[He turns around and sighs, as a knock is heard at the door.]
JPO: Come in?
[The door opens and Brian Hollywood walks in. A look of disgust crosses JPO’s face.]
JPO: Oh. it’s you. What do y.ou want Brian?
Brian: Look, you and I don’t like each other-at all.
JPO: Well you’ll win a Slammy for understatement of the year….
Brian: But I also now how much you hate John Ojeda.
JPO: I’m listening….
Brian: And you know how much I hate John Ojeda…
JPO: Yes, and your point is?
Brian: I want Ojeda at End Game. I don’t care about the World Title-he can go kick Jer’s ass all over the arena….I just want to hurt him. I just want to take him out. I just want to destroy him.
[JPO strokes his beard, and ponders.]
JPO: No.
Brian: What?
JPO: Not at End Game. Yes, you’re right. I hate John Ojeda. I also hate Jeremiah Belmont-which is why I’ve made their match No DQ, No Count Out, No Time Limit-there must be a winner. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t get involved in it Brian-because while I’d love to see Ojeda and Belmont kill each other at End Game in some crazy barbwire death trap. I would love to see them take you with them.
Brian: I see….but..
JPO: BUT! You do have some nerve coming in here and trying to demand stuff from the man you tried to ruin.
[JPO stands up, and smirks.]
JPO: Which is why I’ll give you the opprotunity to get a shot at Ojeda-legitly of course.
Brian: What?
JPO: At End Game, I’m going to have you wrestle the man who just laid out Ben Stevens….Victor Jace.
Brian: Jace?
JPO: Yes…you remember Civil War? Whose the man who scored the pinfall in that match-effectivly taking YOU out of power?
Brian:…Jace…
JPO: Mhm, and who did he pin to get that win…
Brian:….me…
JPO: Exactly, so in one week-you two will tango, and the winner of that match can call themself the Number One Contender to the Grand Prix Title-which, assuming Ojeda survives Belmont-would grant you an opprotunity at him.
Brian: What do you mean, assuming?
JPO: Well you see, I’ve decided to add a little contingency stipulation to that main event match.
Brian: What?
JPO: You see, regardeless of the outcome-I will be come out of End Game a happier man. Because that Grand Prix Championship Match-is going to be LOSER LEAVES TOWN!
Brian: What?! Hmmm…This ought to be interesting..
JPO: Exactly what I said Brian. Loser Leaves PWX. After End Game-one of those two thorns in my side will be gone from this company!
Brian: I see….
[Hollywood leaves the office as he strokes his beard as if a lightbulb just popped up in his head, and JPO smirks.]
JPO: Hopefully they’ll all just kill each other and put an end to my misery…..
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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A Word from our Announcers
Ricky: Well, tonight has already started with not only action, but controversy too.
Chris: It’s amazing what can easily happen here in the PWX arena. Poor Stevens..the way Jace took him out, I really don’t see much life out of Ben Stevens.
Ricky: Well, you gotta understand that Ben hasn’t exactly been on the best of streaks lately. The guy has definately had a rough past few weeks.
Chris: That’s for sure. What will happen later tonight?! We’ve already witnessed a rather interesting segment between JPO and Brian Hollywood.
Ricky: Well, I was definately scared there for a second. I mean, Hollywood did take PWX away from JPO. I mean, JPO could have fired him on the spot!
Chris: But he didn’t. As it looks like JPO has several ideas running through his head.
Ricky: So did Hollywood. Just makes you wonder what he’s got up his sleeve planned that he’s not telling us!
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Check? Check!
Inside the locker room of Tweeder.
[Tweeder is inside the locker room and is going through an inventory check in the shopping car of weapons. Starr is there to help make sure the list is accurate.]
Tweeder: Trash can?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Singapore Cane?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Barbwire bat?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Motherwell sign?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Lighter fluid?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Lighter?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Table?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Pizza cutter?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Evolution Title?
Starr: You get that at End Games.
Tweeder: Damn. Ok what else? Ah Kitchen sink?
Starr: Check.
Tweeder: Lager?
Starr: Which one? There is Carling, Tennents, and Stella here.
Tweeder: All three.
Starr: Check, check, and check.
Tweeder: Cigarettes?
Starr: You have those.
Tweeder: Good call. Johnny Saint’s ass cream?
Starr: Che-wait a minute? Ass cream?
Tweeder: Not just any ass cream, but Johnny’s prescription.
Starr: Why would he have ass cream?
Tweeder: No idea and I wonder why he would even bring it with him to PWX. That is the type of stuff you leave at home. Guess he knows he is going to need it tonight after I kick his ass to send a message to Ashley Blade about that Evolution Title.
[Scene fades to black]
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Johnny Saint v Tweeder
Alexis Lace: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!
Chris: PWX announced last night via Twitter, that BOTH of these men would be competing in a Revolution Rules Match for the Evolution Championship.
Ricky: That’s right. Josh Graves and the champion, Ashley Blade round out the final two participants.
Chris: Revolution Rules is interesting, because each round will have a different stipulation!
Ricky: And one of these two men are looking to get some momentum built toward that match.
Chris: Saint is looking to get some momentum built…..period.
Saint and Tweeder are already in the ring. The ref asks for the bell to be rung. This match is officially underway. They circle each other. They tie up. Tweeder goes behind Saint and places him in a waist lock. Saint quickly escapes as he then goes behind Tweeder as well to lock him in a waist lock of his own. He rushes Tweeder to the ropes-and tries to roll backwards with a rolling German Suplex. Tweeder hits the breaks as Saint falls backwards. He quickly rolls Saint up:
ONE—KICKOUT!!!
He picks him up, and goes for a side headlock. Saint tries to shoot him off into the ropes-but Tweeder manages to escape as well by grabbing Saint’s arm and placing him in an arm lock. Tweeder wrenches the hold before Saint flipped to the mat and dropping Tweeder to the mat with an arm drag. Both men quickly gets to their feet. Saint catches Tweeder and hits him with a forearm smash. Tweeder then retaliates with a European Uppercut. Tweeder then pulls Saint’s arm and Irish whips him to the ropes. Saint bounces off the ropes and Tweeder catches him with a powerslam upon returning. Tweeder quickly hooks the leg…
Chris: Powerslam by Tweeder and he hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO…KICK OUT!!
Tweeder quickly gets to his feet. He then grabs Saint by the hair picking him up from the mat. Tweeder hammers him with a couple of uppercuts before attempting to send him to the corner. Saint reverses it and instead Saint sends Tweeder to the turnbuckle. Tweeder leans onto the turnbuckle. Saint walks towards him and hits him with a knife edge chop with crowd shouting “Woo” in unison. We see the pain in Tweeder’s face as he holds his chest. Saint removes Tweeder’s hand from his chest and then hits him again with a knife edge chop as the crowd shouts “Woo” again. Saint then lights up Tweeder’s chest as he hits it with a flurry of chops to the delight of the fans. Tweeder drops down to a sitting position as he holds his chest while Saint plays to the crowd. Saint then grabs Tweeder before ushering him to the middle of the ring. Saint then drops a knee across Tweeders face, and hooks the leg for the cover:
ONE!
TW–KICKOUT
Saint sighs as he picks him up again, and delivers a hard kick to the mid section-followed by a snap neckbreaker.]
Ricky: What a nice snap neckbreaker by Johnny Saint! This man is on a mission tonight!
Chris: He’s going for another cover!
[Saint hooks the legs again,
ONE
TWO...…SHOULDER UP!
Saint quickly gets to his feet. He then grabs Tweeder by the head. Saint hammers Tweeder with a couple of forearm smash that clearly rocked Tweeder. Saint than hits a gutwrench backbreaker as the fans begin to get behind him. He picks him up-and delivers a hard shot to the chest, before hitting the ropes. He then returns but Tweeder catches him in a belly to belly setup before throwing him across the ring via a belly to belly suplex.]
Ricky: Despeation counter there by Tweeder, who NEEDS to get back into this match!
[Tweeder pulls Saint to the middle of the ring and quickly covers him but Saint kicks out before two. Tweeder quickly gets to his feet. He then grabs Saint by the hair picking him up. He delivers a hard chop-and then shoots him into the corner. He follows it up with a corner lariat, and a bulldog out of the corner as the crowd has a mixed reaction. He rolls Saint into another cover:
ONE!
TWO..KICKOUT!!
[Tweeder sighs and picks him up. He sets him up for the Frost Bite-but when he turns around, Saint quickly counters it into a picture perfect german suplex. He bridges for the pin, but Tweeder kicks out at two. Saint sighs as he gets to his feet-and tries to deliver a hard kick to the head while Tweeder is getting up. He grabs Saints leg though-and stands up. He spins Saint around, and throws a hard knee to the ribs. He smirks as he shoots him into the corner and the crowd boos. Tweeder then charges towards him before hitting with a massive big boot to the face that dropped Saint to the mat. Tweeder then pulled Saint to the middle of the ring. He then hooks the leg]
Chris: Big boot! This could be it!
[1…
2…
…KICK OUT!!
Tweeder gets to his feet, with a look of aggrivation across his face. He picks up Johnny Saint by the head. He then continues to soften him up as he hammers him with a with a series of blows to the back of the head, before dropping him to the mat with a short arm clothesline. Tweeder then picks him up again before setting him up in a suplex position but Saint slides out of it. Saint then places Tweeder in a belly to back position before driving Tweeder to the mat with a back suplex. Saint goes for the cover but Tweeder kicks out before two. Saint then picks Tweeder up before setting him up in an arm wrench following it with a devastating hook kick that floors Tweeder to the mat. Saint then goes for the pin…
1…
2…
…KICK OUT!!
Both men quickly get to their feet. Saint grabs Tweeder and hammers him with a forearm smash. Tweeder then grabs Saint and hits him with a European uppercut. Saint then retaliates with a knife edge chop. Tweeder goes for a hard lariat-but Saint ducks and hits the Flashing Saint as the crowd pops loudly. He lifts Tweeder onto his shoulders-setting him up for the Fallen Spike, but Tweeder drops down to his feet. He turns around, and drops Saint on his head with the Ruck Over. He quickly rolls him into the pinfall:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
The bell rings as Tweeder heads up the ramp.]
Chris: Impressive outting for one Johnny Saint.
Ricky: Tweeder is on a roll going into Revolution Rules.
Chris: I still think Johnny Saint is a dark horse contender here…
Ricky: Time will tell Chris…time will tell..
[Fade out.]
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The Rising of the Dead?
[A gigantic moving truck pulls into the PWX backstage area rather quickly. The crowd immediately pops as the truck appears and Shawn Lester walks up to it, rather distraught. From the look on his face, you can tell he disproves of the cargo it holds. Shawn takes a deep breath and sighs for a moment, but before he can even get a hold of his thoughts, the Apple tone on his cell phone goes off. He looks down at it while he mutters the words ‘why me?’ aloud. He pulls himself together, reading the text message over first before reading it aloud, knowing the fact; he will have to read it aloud to make the person he’s texting happy.]
Shawn Lester – “Change of plans; Shawn make sure my plans are NOT executed at End Game. My plans got foiled by PWX management, go figure. They’re always out to get me. The plans now stand that I make my statement on ADRENALINE 57. I wish this could happen sooner because I know you despise carrying my burden with you, but unfortunately, this MUST be executed perfectly.”
[Shawn immediately cringes as he places the phone back into his jacket pocket. He growls as he approaches two bald muscular men. They look at him rather puzzled. He shakes his head as they speak in a deep, yet angry tone.]
Twin Movers – Look, I don’t know what you do in your spare time, but…
Shawn Lester – Shut the fuck up! I don’t do that kind of shit with my spare time. I have to wheel this damn casket out on the stage tonight, and I’m not about to be made fun of two people who remind me of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. I already have to put up with the shit by all the wrestlers on this roster, and you do NOT know how that is.
[The movers, both with angry looks on their faces, look at Shawn Lester agitated. Shawn Lester realizing that he’s pissed them off walks slowly backwards. He puts his hands up into the air, signaling he meant nothing, but they still continue to pursue him.]
Twin Movers – We’re freaking twins that have weird psychic powers. Do you NOT know we’re already outcasts?! We hate this job, but hey, if we get paid, then everything’s peachy. You do have the money, right?
[Shawn Lester pauses for a moment, almost confused. He hangs there for a moment, wondering why the heck the financial situation wasn’t taken care of. He takes a deep breath and starts to adjust his tie.]
Shawn Lester – I thought my source paid you. The source hired you and should have wired you money. I mean the person is loaded.
[Both the movers immediately walk off towards the truck. The first one opens up the back of the truck while the second one goes towards the truck and immediately starts it up. The first one slowly waddles towards the truck, climbs up the stairs, and slams the door. Immediately the truck revs off and the casket slams towards the ground violently. Shawn starts shouting vulgarities as the TV truck cuts him off.]
Chris – DELIEVERANCE!!!!
Ricky – Shut up! No one wants to hear you during segments. You’ve already had your chance with that joke now.
Chris – And it never gets old!
[Shawn immediately walks towards the casket and looks it over, checking for damages. He takes a deep breath thankful that no damage was made. A curious look then comes over his face. He quickly pauses towards the top of the casket and being the investigative dumbass he is, he wants to open it. He smiles for a moment and looks towards the camera.]
Shawn Lester – One look won’t hurt.
[Shawn Lester slowly opens the top of the casket and suddenly a hand pushes open the casket. He coughs for a moment and out pops up a man in a mask—go figure! His mask has a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich on the top of it. He pushes open the bottom of the casket lid and immediately music starts to play.]
“IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, WHERE HE AT, WHERE HE AT!”
[Immediately the Peanut Butter Jelly man starts doing the Peanut Butter Jelly dance around Shawn Lester and Lester starts yelling out. Lester starts rolling his eyes as the Mac noise goes off again. Shawn pulls out the phone and without hesitation, starts to read off the text.]
Shawn Lester (dreadfully) – “I’ve received a text message from the anonymous source….GOD DAMNIT!!!!”
[The Peanut Butter Jelly Man immediately gives him a thumbs up, but continues to dance carelessly around Shawn Lester, finally party boying him while he continues to read the message.]
Shawn Lester – “I told you multiple times during the last week NOT to open the casket up. But sense I knew you’re journalistic side would get the best of you this week, I decided to throw in the Peanut Butter Jelly Man. He will now assist you with taking care of my precious cargo, since you HAD to let those movers drop it. Again, it is IMPARATIVE you follow my directions carefully, otherwise, there WILL be consequences….like that!”
[The music stops and the Peanut Butter Jelly Man stops. Shawn Lester immediately moves his hand in front of the man, who continues to stay motionless. Shawn then walks off and the camera follows him. He yells out at the top of his lungs.]
Shawn Lester – “Why do I get myself involved in these STUPID angles anyways.”
[The crowd pops as the camera focuses on the Peanut Butter Jelly Man while it fades to black.]
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Brian Hollywood v Ashley Blade
The two meet in the middle of the ring. The bell rings and Hollywood and Ashley acknowlege each other and shake hands in the middle of the ring before finally locking up.
Ricky: Well, that’s gotta be the first handshake I’ve ever seen Hollywood give to anyone in a ring before.
Chris: Well you know what they say, there’s a first time for everything!
Ashley grabs Hollywood by the waist and tackles him down to the canvas. She tries to roll Hollywood up in a small package but Hollywood quickly rolls out of it. Hollywood and Ashley both come back to their feet at the same time when they charge at each other and take each other back down with to the canvas with a clothesline. They both get up at the same time and start exchanging lefts and rights with each other equally. Ashley then throws another punch but Hollywood ducks and comes around and takes Ashley down with a neck breaker to the mat. Hollywood goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Kick out.
Ricky: Hollywood looks focused as he has been lately.
Chris: The fact that Hollywood is focused..he promised nothing less.
Hollywood is able to bring Ashley back to her feet. He grabs her by the neck only for Ashley to reverse it as she grabs Hollywoods arm and twists it causing him to stand straight up. Ashley then releases it and takes Hollywood down with a missile drop kick. She then ricochets off the ropes and comes back and hits a standing moonsault on Hollywood. She goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Kick out.
Ricky: The Evolution Champion trying to show Hollywood she can play with the big boys.
Chris: She’s doing a nice job so far of keeping him composed. How long can she keep it that way?
Ashley picks Hollywood up and tosses him into the corner turnbuckle. She charges at him and nails him with a diving clothesline. She then grabs him by the neck and takes him down with a swinging DDT. She goes for the cover again.
ONE
TWO
TH…Kick out.
Ashley heads for the top rope. She climbs to the top and dives off hitting Hollywood with a 450 splash. Ashley goes for another cover.
ONE
TWO
THR…..Kick out.
Hollywood is able to get the shoulder up on time. Ashley gets back to her feet as she waits around Hollywood. Hollywood rolls around the ring for a moment before getting back to his feet. Ashley then grabs Hollywood and attempts the Blade Cutter on him only for Hollywood to push her backwards into the ropes. As she bounces off them, Hollywood takes her down with the Paper Cut. Hollywood goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THR….Kick out.
Ricky: Damn Ashley not giving up!
Chris: Well she’s not the Evolution Champion for nothing! Ashley is proving that she can dance with the big boys.
Hollywood grabs Ashley and takes her down with a front suplex. He then heads to the top rope and dives off and hits a flying elbow drop on Ashley. Hollywood then stands in the corner and taps his foot on the canvas.
Ricky: Uh oh, its time!
Chris: It’s time for an Executive Promise!
Hollywood taps his foot into the mat as Ashley slowly gets up. She rises to her feet as she turns around. Hollywood goes for the Executive Promise, but she ducks out of the way. Hollywood now turns around and she quickly goes for the Blade Cutter only for Hollywood to push her again. She turns around again and Hollywood is able to take her down with an Executive Promise. Hollywood drops down and covers Ashley.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The bell sounds as the referee holds Hollywood’s hand high in the air. Hollywood then heads to the corner turnbuckle and starts to work the crowd.
Winner: Brian Hollywood
As Hollywood is celebrating, John Ojeda rolls into the ring with a steel chair. He pops it in the back of Hollywood as Hollywood falls from the turnbuckle down to the canvas in pain. Ojeda smiles as the crowd boos loudly.
Ricky: Oh come on what the hell! Damnit Ojeda, always have to go ruining good moments!
Chris: Hollywood definately didn’t see that one coming.
Ojeda takes the chair and bashes Hollywood one more time with it before he throws down the chair. He strikes Hollywood with several right kicks to the skull. Finally, Ojeda picks up Hollywood and hits the Viking Sledgehammer on him taking him out cold in the middle of the ring. Ojeda stands over an unconscience Hollywood smiling and taunting the fans as they boo loudly.
Ricky: I can’t believe Ojeda would get away with such a thing!
Chris: Well, to be fair, Ojeda finally got Hollywood back. With a Viking Sledgehammer, they are both even against each other.
Ricky: I only see this heated rivalry between these two broil and broil as the time goes in the future..
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Yet Another Word from our Announcers
Ricky: Well, breaking down the four match card tonight, we’ve already seen plenty of action tonight!
Chris: That and were not even to our main event yet!
Ricky: Well, technically we will be after this next commercial break.
Chris: Of course. But what a night its been here. People jumping everyone left and right. Crazy backstage meetings..and definately very questionable backstage segments.
Ricky: Yes, both Brian Hollywood and Ben Stevens assaulted here tonight by Victor Jace and John Ojeda. Hollywood has had the leverage mostly against Ojeda.
Chris: Well, he definately evened out the playing field for tonight that’s for sure.
Ricky: Yes, but I’m sure Hollywood will just rebound right back. Don’t go away folks, the Main Event is up next!
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COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Eight Man Tag All out War Match
Jacob/Toni/WhirlyBirdz v Moxie/Josh/Belmonts
Chris: “Batten down the hatches, kids. This one might be getting ugly.”
Ricky: “Might? There’s two married couples in this match, Chris. After that, everyone seems to hate each other, and you’re going to speculate that this MIGHT get ugly?”
Chris: “You know, understatement is a very useful announcing tool.”
Ricky: “Well, when it comes to tools, I’m sure you’re the expert.”
Chris: “Well, during that last commerical break, both teams made their way out to the ring. In case anyone was ever wondering, the Birdz and Global Revolution weighed in at a combined eight hundred fifteen pounds, while Twisted EMoxieon weighed eight twenty-six!”
Ricky: “Twisted Emoxieon? Do you honestly think that’s clever?”
Chris: “Yes. Anyways, both teams are ready, and to quote Jeremiah Belmont… ‘Its time to go to war!’”
*DING DING DING!*
Ricky: “Looks like Wendy Briese and Josh Graves are going to get the start here for their respective teams.”
Chris: “They’re circling each other- looks like Graves wants to lock up, but Wendy’s a bit hesitant to.”
Ricky: “Because she’s a sissy”
Chris: “Actually, I think it might be because Graves has a buck, a dime, and a nickel on her.”
[Graves finally decides to just move in and grab Wendy, which turns out to be a mistake, as Wendy immediately fires a leg kick just to the side of his knee, causing Graves to stumble. As Graves winces, Wendy fires off another, then another, but Graves catches the third kick. Wendy hops on one foot a couple times, then tries for an Enziguri, but Graves ducks. Wendy manages to land on her foot, but before she can fully recover, Graves yanks on her leg, throwing her hard to the canvas.]
Chris: “Graves THROWS Wendy to the mat with an absolutely vicious dragon screw!”
Ricky: “Normally you don’t hear the words ‘vicious’ and ‘dragon screw’ in the same sentence, but that looked nasty!”
[Graves immediately goes to work on Wendy with a couple of boots to the midsection, before lifting her up, and driving her into the ring with a German suplex.]
Ricky: “With the size advantage he has on Briese, he could do pretty much anything to her. And I do mean ANYTHING..”
Chris: “Dude! Not cool!”
Ricky: “What? He’s gotta be pretty lonely since Ashley walked out!”
[Graves hauls Wendy up again, and goes for another Suplex, but this time, Wendy's able to flip out of it, and land on her feet. Graves pursues, but Wendy catches him, taking him down with an armdrag takedown. Graves immediately gets to his feet, right into ANOTHER armdrag takedown. Again, the process repeats itself, with a third armdrag]
Ricky: “Come on, Josh, don’t let her do this to you!”
[Wendy quickly takes Josh down with a swinging neckbreaker, and immediately goes for the Celtic Knot. However, Graves is way too close to the ropes, and he grabs them, and Wendy immeidately breaks the hold. She lets Graves get to his feet, but instead of locking up with her, Graves retreats to his corner, and tags in Moxie.]
Chris: “Moxie doesn’t look particularily happy about this- after what he said about Wendy, you’d think he’d be more anxious to go at it with her.”
Ricky: “I’m sure Mox knows what he’s doing.”
[Sure enough, Moxie hardly looks thrilled to be facing Wendy, who's standing impatiently in the center of the ring, waiting to lock up. Finally, at the referee's urging, Moxie steps forward, the two lock up, but Moxie immediately breaks away, pracitcally running back to his corner, looking horrified.]
Chris: “What the hell just happened?”
Ricky: “I wish I knew…”
[Moxie looks down at his hands, his face a perfect mask of revulsion. He looks over at Wendy, then slowly makes a show of wiping his hands on his ring tights. In Mox's corner, both Belmonts burst out laughing, while in the center of the ring, Wendy turns bright red, her eyes narrowing as even some of the fans snicker at Moxie's theatrics.]
Ricky: “Wow, poor Moxie! Did Wendy even shower today?”
Chris: “Moxie’s an expert on pushing people’s buttons, and I think he just found one of Wendy’s.”
Ricky: “He should tell Terrence. I don’t think he’s managed to find ANY of Wendy’s butto-”
Chris: “DUDE!”
[Moxie shoots a mischievious grin over at his corner. Wendy's finally had enough, and she charges at Mox, burying a fist into Moxie's face the moment he turns around. Wendy fires a few more punches, as Moxie stumbles back, stunned by the onslaught. He finally stumbles into the ropes, but Wendy continues to wail away on him. The ref stands stunned, allowing Wendy to get a few more shots in, before finally realizing he should start a five-count, which Wendy breaks on four.]
Ricky: “What the hell was that? All that bullshit about fair-play, and she goes and does that? What a hypocrite!”
Chris: “I think that Wendy kinda lost her cool there for a second.”
[Wendy retreats to the center of the ring, as Moxie shakes his head, and leans on the ropes. At the urging of her own corner, Wendy turns around, and tags in Lopez, who enters the ring. He immediately charges at Moxie, but Moxie, still against the ropes, throws the referee in the way, and immediately calls timeout. Lopez puts the brakes on before he plows into the referee. The ref's life finally stops flashing before his eyes long enough to step out of the way, and Lopez moves in, right into an eye poke from Moxie.]
Chris: “Of course. Anyone could have seen Moxie playing shenanigans coming a mile away.”
Ricky: “Except for Lopez. And now Lopez can’t see anything!”
[As Lopez tries to clear his vision, Moxie goes to work, throwing a couple of uppercuts at Lopez. He then grabs Antonio, and throws him into the turnbuckle. Moxie climbs up to the second rope, and begins a ten count punch, the crowd booing loudly with each blow. At eight, however, Lopez suddenly comes alive, grabbing Moxie, and carrying him away from the corner. Moxie, suddenly in a panic, tries flailing at Lopez, but Antonio ignores him, and DRIVES him through the mat with a vicious spinebuster!]
Chris: “Oh, ouch.”
Ricky: “And Lopez with a quick cover.. not even a two count.”
[Lopez fires a couple rights into Moxie's head, then pulls him to his feet. He slams Moxie to the mat, then backs up just a second, before taking a couple steps and leaping with a leg drop. Unfortunately, Moxie rolls out of the way, and Lopez grimaces as he lands butt first on the canvas.]
Chris: “Nobody home right there.”
[Moxie scrambles to his feet, and springboards off the nearest middle rope, catching Lopez in the face with a dropkick as he gets to his feet. Lopez crashes back to the mat, and Moxie grabs him by both legs. With considerable effort, he manages to lift Lopez up, and slam him back down in a wheelbarrow facebuster!]
Ricky: “Moxie showing some considerable muscle there! Lopez ain’t light!”
Chris: “Yeah, but maybe he should stay on him, instead of pausing to taunt him and the fans.”
[Sure enough, Moxie's playing to the fans isn't going over well with them at all, although Moxie's grinning ear to ear. He finally lifts up Lopez, and drags him to his corner, tagging in Jeremiah. Moxie holds Lopez in a standing armbar as 'Miah enters the ring, firing a vicious right hand into Lopez' abdomen. Moxie then leaves the ring, while 'Miah pummels Lopez a couple more times]
Ricky: “A lot of bad blood amongst and between both these teams, but luckily nothing has happened yet.”
Chris: “Match ain’t over yet, though.”
[Jer takes Lopez down with a Russian Leg Sweep, then leaps up, landing feet first, right on Lopez' chest. As Lopez gasps in pain from two hundred pounds of Belmont crashing atop one point on his body, 'Miah hauls Lopez to his feet, and sends him into the turnbuckle. Miah follows up with a shoulder thrust to Lopez, and Lopez plops into a seated position in the corner. Miah stomps on Lopez a couple of times, breaking away well before the refs five count. He then backs up, and gets a running start, charging at Lopez for a flying dropkick...]
*CLANG!*
Ricky: “Oh sweet Jesus, watching that hurt MY balls!”
Chris: “Jeremiah went for a dropkick to Lopez’ head, which would have been devastating, but instead, Lopez managed to duck, and Jer sailed full on into the ring post!”
Ricky: “And it looks like Chloe’s going to be an only child forever!”
[Lopez quickly gets to his feet, and stomps Jer a couple more times.]
[Lopez gets Jer to his feet as he sends him whipping into the corner turnbuckle. Jer holds his back as he walks towards Lopez who takes him down with an Ensuguri kick. Jer falls to the ground. Lopez goes for a cover but Jer kicks out at two. Lopez strikes Jer down some more before picking Jer back up again. He sends him into to the turnbuckle again. Jer comes walking slowly back to Lopez. Lopez goes for a clothesline, but Jer ducks out of the way. Lopez turns around and Jer takes him down with the Rapture. Jer quickly goes for the cover on Lopez.]
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Winners: Moxie/Josh/Belmonts
The bell rings but it is not before long that all 7 other members of the match hit the ring. It turns into an all out brawl. Moxie and Valerie are going at it along with Terrence and Lopez. All 8 competitors brawl as they exchange fast lefts and rights at each other. Terrence sends Lopez over the top rope followed by Jer sending Jacob out of the ring. All others are left in the ring brawling.
Ricky: This is mayhem!
Chris: This is madness!
Ricky: No! This is PWX!
Chris: DELIVERANCE!
Ricky: What a night it’s been here tonight ladies and gentlemen! Don’t forget to tune in for PWX’s End Game live on PPV next Tuesday! We’ll see you then!
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