Adenaline 1: Season Premiere (July 27th 2012)

Event: PWX Adrenaline 1: Season Premiere

Date: July 27th 2012

Venue: PWX Arena, Crown Point, IN

What a night it was, as PWX returned to the airwaves after a two year hiatus! What did new Network Executive Darrell Hayes have in store for the PWX fans, and who won the clash between Michael Norcia and Brian Hollywood? Also, was there any retalliation on John Ojeda, for the attack on John Pariah at WARPED Wrestling’s event last Sunday? Follow past the jump for the answers to all this, plus more on the Season Premiere of PWX ADRENALINE! We saw the PWX debuts of Jason Aries and John Duke, as well as the return of a plethora of stars from PWX’s past. The road to NEW FRONTIERS has begun, who will lead the way? Continue on after the jump for full results!

The Cults of Personality

The sound of ten ring bells are heard, as a voice over from JPO at the first ever PWX event is played.

“And on this day, I welcome you to the new era of professional wrestling. An era where the SPORT of professional wrestling is alive and kicking. An era where your imagination is the the only limitations you have. Welcome to the era..of Pro…Wrestling….X!”

The ten bell salute finishes, as the crowd is heard chanting

Crowd: JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO! JPO!

[A record scratch is heard, and a video showcasing the rich history of PWX-set to “Cult of Personality” by Living Color kicks into high gear]

 

[The fans pop loudly as the opening pyro shoots off, and John Pariah steps out onto the stage-wearing a black PWX t-shirt, and a black arm band with JPO written on it. He walks down the ramp, shaking hands with all the fans at ringside-even doing a couple of laps around the ring to hit everyone. He points to a sign in the crowd that says “Welcome Back PWX!” and another one that says “RIP JPO”.]

Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!

[Pariah takes a microphone and slides into the ring. The music dies down, as the crowd grows even louder. Pariah stands in the middle of the ring smiling, as blue and black streamers are thrown into the ring.]

Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!

Pariah: Thank you. Thank you!

[He smiles, wiping a tear from his eye.]

Pariah: It’s good…to be home!

Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!

Pariah: I want to start off, by thanking each and everyone of you people here tonight. This event sold out faster than “A Cold Day In Hell”, it sold out faster than “Ground Zero”, and it sold out faster than the very first PWX event-way back on August 12th 2005. You people here are as much a part of history as any of the boys and girls in the back!

[The crowd cheers loudly.]

Pariah: You know, about a month ago I found out my brother Jason-well, I found out he had passed away. He killed himself. You know, for the last few years he was battling a crippling depression. The issues with Ojeda and Hollywood-that you people all saw unfold before you. The issues with him leaving, coming back, revealing that he was infact-Batman.

[The crowd lets out a unanimous laugh]

Pariah: All of that ate away at him. When PWX closed our doors-the issues we had with the CWC, the politics, the deception, it all took its toll on him-and he eventually caved in under the pressure and overdosed. It’s not a glamourous way to go-but it’s the truth-and that’s what PWX fans want. The truth!

Crowd: PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX! PWX!

Pariah: PWX was as much his dream as it was mine. It was as much his baby as it was mine. That’s why-I decided to bring her back from the dead. I decided to raise the phoenix that is PWX from the ashes-and breathe new life into one of the greatest wrestling promotions in history! That new era is here and now-and there isn’t a single person alive who can tarnish this. Not that scum of the Earth Lee Best, not “Big” Ed Johnson, not the Constantine family, not any other dreg that PWX has seen step in its path before-and quickly proceeded to beat down!

[The crowd cheers.]

Pariah: This is for you, the fans…and there isn’t anything that can destroy this!

[“Beyond The Pale” by Exodus hits the PA system, as the crowd lets out a unanimous boo. John Ojeda steps out onto the stage-and holds up the PWX World Championship.]

Crowd; Fuck Ojeda! *clap clap clapclapclap* Fuck Ojeda! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Chris Caudill: Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s show you what happened between these two men a few weeks ago, in Chicago Ridge at WARPED Wrestling’s 50th Event.

[The camera cuts to a split screen, where we see footage of Ojeda’s attack on Pariah after his match for WARPED]

Ricky Cravate: There is obviously no love loss between these two men.

[Ojeda steps into the ring-with a mic in hand-as he smirks sadistically]

Pariah: You know what, not even you could ruin this Ojeda. Trust me, you’ll get what’s coming to you tonight against Darin Zion-but right now, it’s not about you.

[The crowd begins a loud “Fuck Em Up Pariah” chant.]

Pariah: You are a cancer, a plague, every place you’ve gone-you’ve brought chaos and destruction a hundred fold. You truly are a destroyer of worlds John, and no. I won’t let you destroy this world…

John “Wrath” Ojeda: Blah Blah Blah blah blah! First off, dickface, don’t be trying to pin your brother’s shit on me. You want to sit there and talk shit about the cancer to this company… let’s talk about the real cancer to this company. Your dead brother. It wasn’t me who was running off with part of the gate every night to go get wasted. I wasn’t the one that got the money for this little shindig here by being a business criminal. I wasn’t the one that used every last one of the boys, yourself included, to fucking ego trip and be a drug addict.

John Pariah: No, you just showed up, extorted him, and fucked a bunch of people in the locker room over in the process.

John “Wrath” Ojeda: Yeah, because that’s what it took to get this company over. Hate me all you want, but that’s what the hell I did. I made this company a house hold name. I boosted the gate, the ratings, the merch take, and ad revenue.

John Pariah: It’s not about that stuff, it’s about this sport. It’s about those people in the back that come out here every week and kill themselves. It’s about those fans that paid as high as five hundred bucks a ticket for this show that pays our salaries.

[The crowd erupts with cheers.]

John Ojeda: Fuck those people! Those are the same god damn people that will chant “You fucked up” if you slipped off the top rope and cracked your fucking skull open on the concrete!

[The crowd starts to boo.]

Half The Crowd: Ojeda sucks dick!

Other Half of the Crowd: ALL NIGHT LONG!

[Pariah starts to laugh, and motions with his arms for the people to keep it up. Ojeda tries to talk, but can’t, due to the noise in the building. After a few moments, Pariah hushes them down with a similar arm gesture.]

John Pariah: See, they get it! They get the fact that you aren’t the real PWX World Champion! You wormed and snaked your way to the top and they all know it.

John “Wrath” Ojeda: Say what you want, bitch. I own that title. It came into the building on my god damn shoulder. I earned that fucking belt, if you like it or not. Me fucking with your brother had nothing to do with me beating Terrance Thompson and taking what was rightfully mine. Not something you can say that you did, huh Pariah?

John Pariah: No John, you’re right. I’ve been wrestling for thirteen damn years. I’ve wrestled in front of nobody in a high school gym. I’ve wrestled at Madison Square Garden. I am a nineteen time World Champion-but no, I haven’t been able to hold that belt yet. Because unlike other owners-I put my ego to the side, and I let the rest of the lockeroom compete for the top prize. Tonight though-that changes. I don’t care if a certain Network Executive doesn’t like it. I don’t care if the dirtsheets don’t like it. John-at New Frontiers, I’m going to do the one thing that has eluded me in my thirteen year career.

John “Wrath” Ojeda: And that is?

John Pariah: I’m booking myself in the main event. It’s going to be you and me, one on one! and when its all said and done, I will walk out of this building the PWX World Champion!

[The crowd blows up in a huge cheer and quickly shifts]

John Pariah: You got the guts… Wrath?

John “Wrath” Ojeda: Why wouldn’t I? Isn’t like I didn’t damn near cripple you the first time.

John Pariah: See you at New Frontiers then.

John “Wrath” Ojeda: Oh, I’ll see you sooner than that.

[Ojeda drops the microphone and walks off, and the scene changes back to the announce team]

Ricky Cravate: Pariah and Ojeda for the World Title at New Frontiers? Can he do that?

Chris Caudill: He’s the owner of the company Rick, he can do what he wants.

Ricky Cravate: Isn’t there going to be some backlash from the fans though?

Chris Caudill: I don’t think John cares. He isn’t doing this to fellate his ego. He’s doing this to help save that World Title from the disease that is John Ojeda!

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The Catalyst

The live feed cuts off and the screen is filled by nothing but static. A video then fades in showing that we are in empty arena with the camera shooting from the entrance stage and as we can see, someone is standing on the entrance stage. We cant clearly see who is it as the arena is dimly-lit and the person has a hoodie pulled over his head.

They say dreamers nowadays are extinct…

The camera slowly moves in to the person.

A rarity… People are so content that everyone‘s satisfied with mediocrity… No one wants to aim high anymore… No one wants to walk the extra mile to reach the apex of their capabilities…To reach their potential to the fullest…

The camera is now focus on the back of the person.

I refuse to be like them… I refuse to be a cookie-cutter… I refuse to be just another face in the crowd… I want to break the mold… I want to be the person who will lead humanity into a new renaissance… The person who will lead a revolution towards the achievement of fulfilling humanity‘s potential to its fullest.

The camera slow spins around the person until it is right in front of it.

I want to be…

The camera zooms in and we are face to face with the person but we cant barely make out his face as his head is still covered with a hood and his head is looking down to the floor.

… the Catalyst.

The person then suddenly lifted his head and removed his hood revealing himself. It’s none other than PWX’s newest signee and the best upcoming independent wrestler out there today… JACOB ROLLINS. Rollins looked straight at the camera with an intense demeanor before speaking…

Jacob Rollins: So I’m calling out to everyone. The time is now. The future is here. It’s up to us to rise up and leave behind the satisfaction towards mediocrity for we are the authors, the finishers of our fates. It’s time to feel the Adrenaline rushing through your veins. It’s time to make a Sudden Impact. It’s to take… the Leap of Faith.

He stared at the camera for a couple of seconds before turning around. “Empires” by August Burns Red began to play as he walked the entrance way. The screen blacks out as we fade back to static.

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Cash Money vs John Duke vs Kirsta Lewis vs Tyler Graves

[The match kicks off with all four opponents in the ring at once. Money squares off with Duke, and immediately the two begin to trade blows, spilling out of the ring, and brawling all around ring side. Kirsta Lewis squares up with Tyler Graves and the two tie up. Kirsta gets the better of the exchange and puts Graves in the corner. She nails Graves and drops him to a sitting position. Kirsta runs back to the other turnbuckle, comes back in hot, a hits Graves with a swinging double knee strike to the face. Kirsta rolls out of it, pulls Graves to the the middle of the ring and climbs to the top rope. Kirsta comes flying off the top rope, and drops a double stomp on Graves’ head. Graves lays lifeless in the center of the ring and Kirsta pins him.]

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Ring Announcer: Tyler Graves has been eliminated!

[Graves continues not to move, and is helped out of the ring and to the back by support staff. Duke and Money brawl back into the ring. Money comes in the ring and runs across the ropes. Duke comes in hot on his heels. Kirsta Lewis comes from across the ring and goes for the bitch kick. Money ducks it but Duke takes it in the face and falls flat in the ring. Money hits Kirsta Lewis with a quick bulldog and then rolls on top of Duke for the pin.]

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Ring Announcer: John Duke has been eliminated.

[Cash Money gets up to celebrate and starts dancing in the middle of the ring like an idiot. Kirsta is back up quick, and looks at Money with disgust. Money, in the middle of his dancing, turns around and sees that Kirsta is back up. He freezes, looking like the idiot that he is, and is caught with another Hell’s Bitch Kick. He goes down in a backflip fashion and flops around on the mat. Kirsta goes for the cover.]

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Ring Announcer: The winner of the match… “THE HELLCAT” KIIIRSTTAA LLLEWWISSS!

Winner: Kirsta Lewis via pinfall

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Of Two Minds

The scene fades into the Executive Office.

Pariah: Really Darrell? Raito Shiba was your hand picked opponent for Chaos this week, and you go and pull him off? I had to go and find Jace and Aries to replace him. Why the fuck don’t you let me handling the wrestling aspect.

Hayes: John, its simple. The Network wants this to be bigger than RAW or Smackdown! Versus wants the number one sports entertainment show ever!

[Pariah stares at Hayes…almost mute.]

Pariah: Sports Entertainment? Do you not know what the P and the W stand for in PWX? It stands for PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. Darrell, this isn’t a damn soap opera. This is a legitimate sport. This isn’t some fantasy league written by a bunch of people in their twenties for fun…

[Pariah pauses, and turns his head to the camera….]

Hayes: What was that about…

Pariah: Nothing…nevermind. Listen. This is a place of business, we already have an uphill climb after what CWC did to us in 2010, we don’t need you fucking it up.

[Hayes nods]

Pariah:..listen, I Haven’t seen Norcia all day. You promised me Michael Norcia…you promised me the Extinction Level Event.

Hayes: I promised you Michael Norcia…

Pariah: Yes…yes…that’s…what I said? Echo? No? Good. He better show Darrell. He’s in the main event, with a former World Champion. He better fucking show.

Hayes: He’ll show. What are your plans for next week?

Pariah: Well, the network wants ratings? Fine, next week-I will select five stars to compete in the first leg of an Elimination Chase Series, to crown the new Hybrid Champion at New Frontiers!

Hayes: I like that. Who did you have in mind?

Pariah: Well, my first selection…is Jacob Rollins.

Hayes: What?

Pariah: He earned my respect in WARPED. I’ve seen his work. He’s a good kid with a bright future.

Hayes: You better impress with the rest of your picks John.

Pariah: Trust me, I will….

[Pariah storms out of the office, as Darrell smiles and pulls out his Blackberry. Fade to ringside.]

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Three Way Dance
Chaos vs Jason Aries vs Victor Jace

Ricky Cravate: It’s time for a huge Three Way Dance!

Chris Caudill: That’s right, the PWX Veteran Chaos, as well as the former Evolution Champion Victor Jace collide-with the added twist? The Phenom Jason Aries makes his PWX Debut!

[The bell rings as all three men are in the ring. The ref asks them to shake hands-and reluctantly they all do. Jace goes on the attack right away, going after Aries. He shoots Aries into the ropes, as Chaos catches him with a hard spinebuster. Chaos stands up as Jace quickly attacks him-hitting a neckbreaker on the bigger man. He goes for a quick cover, but Chaos kicks out before one. After a few moments of Jace and Chaos brawling, Chaos throws Jace to the floor-by backdropping him over the top ropes. Aries quickly runs in-and sends Chaos over the top rope as well. Once the two men get to his feet, Aries runs off the far ropes and drives through-nailing both Chaos and Jace with a suicide dive.

Ricky Cravate: Impressive dive from the newcomer Jason Aries.

Chris Caudill: That my friend, is why he has been dubbed “The Phenom”!

[The fans cheer as Aries rolls to his feet, and he slides Jace into the ring. He lifts him up onto his shoulders, and drops him with a hard firemans carry slam, and goes for the three count before Chaos breaks it up at 2. Chaos shoots Aries into the ropes-but he springs back and hits Chaos with a flying elbow strike. He quickly goes for a cover on Chaos, but Chaos kicks out before the 2 count. He picks him up, and delivers a hard kick to the sides of Chaos, and shoves him into the ropes. He turns around-only to get caught with a hard jawbreaker by Victor Jace. He grabs him, and goes for a blue thunder bomb-but Aries lands on his feets, and lifts Jace onto his shoulders-dropping him to the mat with Aries Judgement as the crowd explodes.]

Ricky Cravate: Brutal move there!

Chris Caudill: That was just an insane Cutthroat Torture Rack into Piledriver!

[At first, Aries goes for the cover, but he see’s Chaos stirring in the corner, he quickly runs up and drives a hard knee into his temple-as the fans cheer loudly. He scurries up the ropes-and see’s a prone Victor Jace on the floor. He leaps off with a 450 Splash, going right over Chaos and landing on Jace as the crowd errupts.]

Chris Caudill: ARIES RAGE!

[Aries hooks the leg and goes for the cover: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! The bell rings as “Personal Jesus” hits the PA System.]

Alexis Lace: Here is your winner…..the Phenom…Jason…Aries!!!

[The fans cheer loudly as Aries stands up and celebrates. He turns around, and gets caught by a brutal spear. Chaos smirks as his music hits the PA, and he walks up the ramp. Fade to black.]

WINNER: Jason Aries via pinfall

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A New Way Of Getting Jacked For Everything

[The camera comes on in the backstage area. Darrell Hayes is seen at the catering table getting a cup of coffee after his confrontation with John Pariah. The camera pans back to see a black man coming down the hallway. He’s wearing a crazy, tattered Tupac shirt, baggy camouflage pants, and is wearing a meat fork around his neck. He’s got a very gaudy championship belt on one shoulder. He’s got a trashcan full of weapons in his hand on the other side; and is on the death march for Darrell Hayes. Darrell Hayes looks up and looks a bit startled at the sight of the unhinged angry black man.]

Jamal Young: You Darrell Hayes?

Darrell Hayes: Yes, I am. Who’s asking?

Jamal Young: Nigga, my name is Jamal Young, but you prolly already knew that shit.

Darrell Hayes: Yeah, what are you doing here? You don’t start until next week.

Jamal Young: Cuz you and me got a problem, nigga.

Darrell Hayes: Really? I don’t know you. I’m only here because my bosses sent me here to whip this company into shape.

Jamal Young: Nigga, do I look like I’m fucking playing with you?

Darrell Hayes: I’ll tell you what the problem is… what championship is that? It’s not a PWX championship? Why do you have it on our show?

Jamal Young: What the hell does my belt have to do with anything.

Darrell Hayes: What championship is it?

[Jamal Young gets up in Darrell Hayes face and gives him the angry eyes in a stare down.]\

Jamal Young: It’s the beat a nigga’s ass championship and I’m finnin’ to show you exactly why the fuck I got it!

[Darrell Hayes, being a corporate guy is getting more and more uncomfortable with the intimidation tactics of the militant Jamal Young.]

Jamal Young: Nigga, don’t be getting all cute with me, with your fucking uncle Tom ass. You’re the network mother fucker and I know all you network bitches give a shit about is ratings and ad revenue. So here’s what you’re going to do.

[Jamal fakes like he’s going to backhand Hayes; and Hayes covers up to try and protect from it.]

Jamal Young: You’s a bitch! From here on out, next week, week after that, forever. My matches are anything goes! Falls count anywhere. Period.

Darrell Hayes: I can’t do that! My bosses would have my head.

Jamal Young: Nigga, is your boss gonna show up outside your house with a brick and beat you into a coma in front of your kid and your baby’s mom? I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO! I’m that nigga! I’m that beat yo’ fucking ass pool stick nigga! I’m that stab you nine times and have it called sixteen times nigga! Cuz the courts be trying to make stuff up about me to make me look worse than I actually am. What I’m saying is… Yes… I will fuck you up. And yes… I meant to do it. Ain’t gon’ be no accident happening to you nigga.

[Darrell Hayes is clearly terrified at this point, and has been backed into a corner by Jamal Young]

Darrell Hayes: If I give you what you want will you leave me alone.

Jamal Young: Not only will I leave you alone…

[Jamal points in Darrell’s face and gets a really crazy smile on his face. He yanks off the meat fork from around his neck and pokes it lightly into Darrell Hayes cheek.]

Jamal Young: I will leave you alone.

[Jamal starts to back up and Darrell quickly moves out of the corner. Jamal starts to walk past Darrell to go down the hallway past him with his weapons in tow. As he passes, he stabs the meat fork into Darrell Hayes ass cheek. Darrell yelps in pain and quickly wrenches away from it and gets away, leaving two blotches on blood showing on the backside of his chinos.]

Darrell Young: What the hell was that for?

[Jamal laughs]

Jamal Young: Cuz that was funny to me. And it’s going to remind your ass what the fuck happens if you fuck my shit up. Flys around your face are a real nice touch, fucking house boy.

[Jamal walks off and the camera shifts focus to the announce crew]

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Check

[Tweeder is inside the locker room and is going through an inventory check in the shopping car of weapons. MG Newton is there to help make sure the list is accurate.]

Tweeder: Trash can?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Singapore Cane?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Barbwire bat?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Motherwell sign?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Lighter fluid?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Lighter?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Table?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Pizza cutter?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Hybrid Title?

MG Newton: You have to earn that at a later date.

Tweeder: Damn. Ok what else? Ah Kitchen sink?

MG Newton: Check.

Tweeder: Lager?

MG Newton: Which one? There is Carling, Tennents, and Stella here.

Tweeder: All three.

MG Newton: Check, check, and check.

Tweeder: Cigarettes?

MG Newton: You have those.

Tweeder: Good call. Jacob Wright’s ass cream?

MG Newton: Che-wait a minute? Ass cream?

Tweeder: Not just any ass cream, but Jacob’s prescription.

MG Newton: 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 and Pariah’s arse to send a message to the rest of PWX about that Hybrid Title. That and this is about making a statement that while people want to see good wrestling, they also want to see bloodshed. The audience is after all only human.
[Scene fades to black]

John Pariah & Jacob Wright vs Tweeder & Marissa Stamm

[The match kicks off with Tweeder and Pariah in the ring across from each other. The two tie up and exchange a change of arm locks that ends with Pariah getting the better of Tweeder in a shoulder block contest, by tripping him on the third try. Pariah tags in Jacob Wright and Wright starts to work on Tweeder. Tweeder lands a low blow with the ref distracted. Tweeder gets the upper hand on Wright and backs him into his corner. He tags in Marissa and the two of them start to go to work on Wright. Pariah tries to get involved and the ref cuts him off. When the ref comes back, he starts his count, and Tweeder bails. ]

Ricky Cravate: This is classic team work at action. They’ve isolated Jacob Wright from Pariah

Chris Claudill: There is a lot of history and animosity in the ring tonight. Both Tweeder and Marissa Stamm are close friends of John Ojeda

Ricky Cravate: And that surely means that Pariah has no love loss for them.

Chris Claudill: He must be seething, knowing that they’re breaking the rules and working his tag partners over.

[The double team action continues on Wright while Pariah continues to try and get at them and the ref intervening. Marissa tags back in Tweeder, who stops Wright short of getting to Pariah. He drags Wright back to the center of the ring, only to get nailed with an enziguri. Wright crawls back, and dives to get the tag from Pariah. Pariah comes in fired up and started to clean house; as Marissa and Tweeder feed Pariah a big string of punches and bumps cumlinating with it being cut short, by Tweeder clotheslining Pariah out of the ring and to the floor. Pariah gets up quickly, only to have Marissa flying over the top rope with a tope con hilo that puts him back down on the cold hard conctere. Tweeder catches Wright running in with the boot, and hits him with a Twist of Fate he calles The Frostbite. Tweeder goes for the cover. The count is broken up at two by Marissa flying off the top rope and nailing Send More Paramedics on Tweeder’s, crushing both Wright and Tweeder with the shooting star double knee drop]

Ricky Cravate: This has been a great match so far. Pariah is really working over the competition.

Chris Claudill: What the hell?! She just dropped her finisher on her own partner!

Ricky Cravate: What the hell is going on? Is she after all of the glory for herself?

Chris Claudill: It had to be a mistake. She could have just cost them the match. That was it for Jacob Wright!

[Wright slowly rolls to the corner, as does Tweeder. Out of nowhere, John Ojeda hops the railing-and pulls Pariah off the apron and throws him into the steel ring steps. Marissa distracts the ref, while Ojeda his the ring and bashes Wright with the PWX World Championship. He slides out of the ring, and heads up the ramp as Tweeder covers Wright.

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TWO!

THREE!!

Ricky Cravate: They stole it!

[The fans boo as Tweeders music hits the PA, Ojeda smirks from the stage as we fade to black.]

WINNERS: Tweeder & Marissa Stamm

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No Introduction Needed

Back stage walking down the hall is Hells Bitch Kirsta Lewis, is seems to be walking with purpose and is searching for something. She pauses at one of the doors and looks at the name plate. With a nod of her head she places her hand on the door knob and turns it as she pushes it open. She doesn’t even knock on the door but that classic Kirsta. She walks up to the desk in the room and looks at the man sitting behide it. He seems busy and doesn’t even look up to acknowledge her, which pisses her off. Reaching down she grabs his reading material and tosses it aside.

Kirsta: I presume I need no introduction. We need to talk.

Darrell Hayes looks over at the stack of papers and then to Kirsta, he looks her up and down before sitting back in his chair.

Hayes: Ah yes Kirsta what can I do for you?

KIrsta clears off a corner of the desk and sits there, staring daggers into his eyes and says nothing. After a few she tosses her long brown hair out of her face and leans in closer.

Kirsta: First off I want to know who the fuck booked that match? I’m a PWX Veteran for Christ Sakes. I deserved better then I got. Those three dildos are a fucking joke.

Did you hear what they had to say? Not one of them took me serious and this whole match is a joke. Graves only posted a god damn blog on his little fucked up site.

Hayes: I know Kirsta, we all got to start somewhere and thats how we thought we open the show. Graves vs Lewis with an added twist.

Kirsta: Twist my ass, it was a joke. This was Graves last match, he hyped it up for days. Talked about our other brutal matches and how this was going to be more of the same. Then days before it goes down and he announces that it will be his last match. He even said so on Twitter. I repiled to ask him if he was serious. You know what he came back with Hayes?

Hayes: No I don’t think I caught that.

Kirsta: He came back with ” I know but I’ve realized its the perfect opportunity to go out. Thanks for the years of kicking my ass though.” You know what that tells me Hayes? Do you know what this means? I means Graves don’t want any more Ass Kicking by me or me proving hes worthless. It mean’s I drove him back into retirement. It means everything I said about him was true. Seriously he chickened out sooner then I thought.

Hayes: We are not happy about the way we parted ways but some people just can’t hang here, Graves happens to be one of those people.

Kirsta: Ok listen You owe me, you owe me big after giving me that joke of a match.

Hayes: I don’t like demands, not starting off on the right foot here. You get what you earn. You know that. You been around awhile, you know how things work.

Kirsta: Exactly, I do know how things work. I know what the fans want to see and they don’t want to see the most unpredicatable, brutal bitch in the business sitting at the bottom. I don’t care how you do it but get me into a number one contender match for the World Championship. That is what will bring you in the money. Thats what people want to see because they know I’ll stop at nothing to get it and stay on top in this company.

I can’t tell you the promoters who are beating my door down to sign with them. I’m a legend in this business. I’m power and I equal ratings and Hayes they’ll go though the roof.

Hayes listens but doesn’t say anything, he thinks about it for a few.
Hayes: I’ll have to think about it for a bit I’ll get back to you.

Kirsta: Don’t think too long Hayes, I’m not a patient woman. I want something, I get it . One way or another and Hayes Don’t fuck with me. I’m not one you want to mess with. It won’t be the first time I battled the powers that be, ask Pariah. If it comes to that believe me you won’t like how it turns out.

Kirsta slides off the desk and picks up the stack of paper work and slams it back down in front ofHayes. She reaches across the desk and tussels his hair and grins. Walking across the room to the door and places her hand on the door knob. Before opening the door she turns back around.

Kirsta: Don’t keep me waiting too long..

Hayes: Kirsta wait! How about this, how about I add you to the Elimination Chase next week? It’s a five person tournament-where each week, someone is eliminated and we continue with the remainders for the next week. It continues until New Frontiers, where the winner will be crowned the NEW Hybrid Champion!

Kirsta scoffs and smirks.

Kirsta: Thats a start….

She walks out the door as Hayes smirks, and we fade to the ring.

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Grand Slam Status?

[“Human” by Manafest blares over the PA System as Darin Zion enters the arena. Darin comes out in black and red tights rushing down the entrance ramp. Notable, he comes out wearing a Valencio mask on his face. The crowd starts to chant for Valencio as he enters the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle and points to all his fans. They pop as he jumps down and starts jumping around and pulling on the ring ropes hyping up the crowd.]

Ricky – What the fuck? Zion says he wants to take this last run seriously, and he already starts off wrestling in a mask again? We’ve seen this before. What the fuck is going on with this kid.

Chris – Why don’t you give the guy a chance ever? Maybe he loves masked wrestlers.

[Ricky pauses and you can only envision him giving Chris a facepalm. Ricky snaps right back and Chris.]

Ricky – Wow! Sometimes you’re more stupid than Zion.

[Zion immediately stops in the middle of the ring and throws the mask on the ground. He quickly rushes to the top turnbuckle and does Warrior’s Way right on top of the mask and shatters it. He looks around with a serious look on his face before he motions for the microphone.]

Ricky – Well that was an interesting…NOT! It’s like he’s trying to troll or something. Maybe he’s ripping off that one organization, the one that loses to pandas.

Chris – And you’re the one calling me stupid. DELIEVERENCE! GEEZ!

Ricky – Why don’t you just shut up! And while we’re at that, can we just cut Zion’s mic before he…

[Zion glares at Ricky for a minute and shakes his head.]

Zion – You know what? I’m tired of not being taken serious. I’m not turning my back on my fans, but you know what, I’m tired of hiding behind the nice guy mask and just letting people like Jonathan Ojeda and Ricky run over me and tell me I’m a waste of space on this roster. Ricky, why don’t you shut up and step into this ring and be more like that bastard Ojeda and grow a pair of balls before you tear me down.

[The crowd chants “Come on, Ricky!” Ricky backs down in his chair and shuts up for a moment. He cowers in his chair while Zion turns his focus back onto the crowd.]

Zion – I returned to PWX to do things to amaze this crowd this time. I have my list of goals this time to complete before I call it a run. I want my fourth run as the PWX Hybrid Champion and to set the standard there. I want to hold the PWX Championship one last time and have a decent run with the belt. And last but certainly not least.

[Zion pauses for a moment and raises the microphone to the sky.]

Zion – I want to….

[With crowd]

FUCK THIS SHIT!

[The crowd erupts loudly and starts chanting FUCK THIS SHIT at the top of their lungs. Ricky sighs on commentary for a moment as Zion smiles at the crowd.]

Ricky – You’re really loving every minute of this aren’t you, Chris?

Chris – You know I totally love it when someone shuts you up and I’m glad that Zion’s the one that put you in your place after all these years.

Zion – So Hollywood, every wants to know the question: are you in or are you out? I posted the footage from the house show we participated in and you still haven’t answered. So I’m going to keep calling you out on Adrenaline until your “busy schedule” opens up. It’s up to you. I mean after all, we both need a Tag Team Title reign under our belts. And I sure do want my Grand Slam status.

[The crowd starts chanting “Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood.” As Zion starts to pump up for a moment.]

Ricky – Oh please, you think Mr. Executive would even give him the time of day?

Chris – I don’t know; Hollywood has changed over the last few years since losing power in PWX.

Ricky – I doubt that.

Zion – But onto tonight’s business. I’m not out here to ask Hollywood to fight Ojeda for me. No! I’m going to tear Ojeda’s face and shove it up his ass tonight. Ojeda, I haven’t forgotten what you said. You said that I was average. Well why don’t you get your below average biker ass out here and give these fans what they want to see. Win, lose, or draw tonight; Ojeda tonight’s the night you’ll never forget the name Darin Zion.

[Zion throws down the microphone and immediately glares down at the entrance ramp awaiting Ojeda.]

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John Ojeda vs Darin Zion 

[The fans cheer as Ojeda and Zion stare off in the middle of the ring.]

Crowd: Fuck Ojeda!
Crowd: Let’s Go Zion!
Crowd: Fuck Ojeda!
Crowd: Let’s Go Zion!
Crowd: Fuck Ojeda!
Crowd: Let’s Go Zion!

[The ref instructs them to shake hands, but both men refuse. He calls for the bell, and Ojeda comes out swinging-knocking Zion down again and again. He continually gets up and goes on the attack, but Ojeda continually keeps battling him back. Zion ducks a lariat attempt from Ojeda and hits a hard neck breaker. He mounts an offensive of strikes-before lifting the ‘champ’ up and shooting him into ropes. He comes back and smashes Ojedas face into his knee, and drops him with a hard DDT. He floats over into a cover:

1……
2………
Thr—–KICKOUT!

Zion lifts him up and shoots him into the ropes. Ojeda counters and drops Zion with a hard side walk slam as the crowd boos. Zion rolls to the floor, but Ojeda follows him. He throws Zion into the railing-and comes barreling into him with a hard boot to the head.]

Ricky Cravate: DAMN!

Chris Caudill: Wrath might of just caved his skull in.

[The crowd boos as Ojeda lifts him up and slams him face first into the apron. He fires back with a haymaker, but Wrath blocks it and throws a knee-doubling Zion over. He drapes him across the railing, and comes back with a hard boot to the head. Zion falls into the crowd as they attempt to boo Ojeda out of the building. The ref orders him back into the ring, but Ojeda flips him off and goes on the prowl for Zion, who is crawling to his feet in the crowd. He grabs a chair, and flings it back at Wrath, whose straddling the railing. Zion sets up another chair-and runs off it-knocking Wrath down to the floor with a roaring elbow.]

Crowd: Fuck Ojeda!
Crowd: Let’s Go Zion!

[Zion slowly gets to his feet and grabs Ojeda-throwing him into the ring. He climbs onto the apron and yells before slingshotting himself into the ring, driving his shoulder into Wraths spine. He rolls him into a cover:

1…..
2……
THRE—-KICKOUT!!

The crowd boos as Zion pics Ojeda up, and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. He delivers a series of strikes to the head, and goes for a hurricanranna. Ojeda blocks it-and drops Zion on his head with a power bomb. The crowd boos as Ojeda smirks. He lifts him up and hits a huge uranage slam. He goes for the cover:

ONE!

Two!

THREE—–KICKOUT!!!

The crowd cheers as Zion kicks out. Ojeda goes to the floor and grabs a lead pipe out from under the ring, before grabbing his belt. He slides into the ring, and the ref tells him to stop. He shoves the belt in Zion’s face, and yells about it being his, and no one else’s. He than drops the belt, and kicks Zion in the ribs, before cracking him in the ribs. The tef rings the bell, as Ojeda continues. Suddenly, John Pariah hits the ring and spears Ojeda. He mounts a series of strikes, before Ojeda shoves him off and rolls out of the ring. He runs into the crowd, smiling as Pariah stands in the ring. E pics up Ojedas belt and holds it above his head. A stage hand than asks for a microphone. He grabs the mic, as the crowd cheers.]

Pariah: Ojeda..you want to carry around that World Title belt? That’s fine…because at New Frontiers, I’m taking it from your slimy hands. Until than-just like tonight, you can fight a former World Champion on Adrenaline next week, when you face JACOB WRIGHT one on one!

[He drops the mic as “Moving Forward” hits the PA. He helps Zion to his feet as we fade to commercial.]

Winner: No Contest

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Hayes Does Something Not Completely Useless For Once

[The scene fades into Darrell Hayes’ office, where he is watching what just transpired on the monitor.]

Hayes: Good move Pariah, good move.

[Suddenly, his Blackberry goes off, and he answers it.]

Hayes: Yes? Oh sir, thanks for calling. Have you been watching the show? Oh. You have? Well listen sir. I have a fantastic addition to the Elimination Chase Match next week. I’m adding BOTH Tweeder and Marissa Stamm to it! Yes, Pariah added Jacob Rollins to it, and I gave a spot to Kirsta. Last spot? Hmm…I didn’t think about that. How about that Aries kid, he seemed to put on a good showing. Great! Hah! Next week is going to be HUGE!

[He hangs up the phone, as we fade into our Main Event]

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A Case of Mistaken Identity 

[“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as “Mr. Hollywood.” The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he extends his hands out giving out handshakes to the crowd. Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and pumps up the crowd with his hands. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent.]

Ricky Cravate: Brian Hollywood looks primed and ready to go.

Chris Claudill: This is the first ever collision between Brian Hollywood and Michael Norcia.

Ricky Cravate: Michael Norcia is a PWX Hall of Famer and was thought to be retired… possibly even dead.

Chris Claudill: If Corey Gein couldn’t kill Michael Norcia, nothing can.

[“Ich tu Dir Weh” By Rammstein hits the speakers and the lights in the arena dim a bit. A large man emerges from behind the curtain and the lights go up a bit to spotlight him. The crowd is buzzing, but it suddenly stops as the man steps out on the stage and is clearly not the PWX legend Michael Norcia. The man makes it half way down the ramp and the music is cut off. John Pariah comes running out from the back with a microphone in his hand.]

John Pariah: Woah Woah Woah! What the hell is this shit? Kid, did you tazer Norcia and stuff him in a closet or something?

Michael Norcia: What are you talking about. Darrell Hayes called me last week and hired me for the show.

John Pariah: Hayes hired… you? He told me he hired Michael Norcia!

Michael Norcia: I am Michael Norcia.

John Pariah: You are not the Extinction Level Event I expected!

Michael Norcia: Oh shit… William Michael Norcia is my older brother. I’m Michael James Norcia…

[John Pariah turns and looks at the camera and does a visible face palm.]

John Pariah: How many matches have you had professionally kid?

Michael Norcia: Eight.

John Pariah: Fuck me running. Darrell! You fucking idiot! Get out here!

[Darrell Hayes runs out from the back and stops right in front of Pariah.]

John Pariah: You said you got the Extinction Level Event. What the hell are we going to do with this greenhorn?!

Darrell Hayes: Well he is the guy’s younger brother. It’s marketable. He’s big and he has a good look.

John Pariah: He’s had eight matches! He doesn’t belong on our fucking show! He can’t wrestle.

Darrell Hayes: Well… give him a chance.

[Brian Hollywood who is in the ring, grabs a microphone and starts to bang on it to get everyone to shut up. He looks at everyone and gives a little laugh.]

Brian Hollywood: I’ll give the kid five minutes of my time. I didn’t like his older brother, so it’ll be nice to smack him around a bit and welcome him to the business before I send him back to the shitty little indy he came from.

John Pariah: Five minutes? Alright kid, if you can last five minutes with Hollywood, we’ll bring you back next week. Think you’re up for that?

Michael Norcia: Do I really have a choice?

John Pariah: Alright… get to it then. Clock doesn’t start ticking ’til the bell rings. And don’t run away or I’ll send out our road agent, Mr. Gein to teach you some respect for the business.

[Michael Norcia visibly gulps at that last part. Pariah and Hayes walk off to the back, arguing about the screw up the entire way back up the ramp. Norcia makes his way down to the ring and slides in, looking at Brian Hollywood, who is laying across the top turnbuckle, looking smug as ever.]

Chris Claudill: This is one hell of a screw up on the part of the new network executive. Pariah could be right about this network thing being a big mistake.

Ricky Cravate: It’s not a mistake. We’re making better money, and we’re getting more exposure and better talent. Get over it, it’s the way of the world.

Chris Claudill: I don’t have to like it.

Ricky Cravate: Yeah, but you gotta deal with it. Give the kid a chance.

Five Minute Contract Challenge
Brian Hollywood vs Michael Norcia

[Hollywood hops down from the top turn buckle and starts a lazy stroll out towards the center of the ring. Hollywood walks to the center of the ring, and Norcia walks to the center of the ring to meet him there. The green Michael Norcia extends his hand for a pre-match handshake, and Hollywood winds back and nails Norcia with a big ol’ bitchslap. Norcia’s head turns to the side, and slowly cranks back to face Hollywood. Gone is the look of the scared and respectful greenhorn, and Norcia is showing the anger that defined his older brother’s career. Norcia throws two stiff forearms to Hollywood’s jaw, and then whips him into the ropes. Norcia spins in a circle twice, dancing around as he does. Hollywood comes in hot, and is greeted with a roaring elbow that puts him down on the mat hard. Hollywood rolls to the side and the camera gets a close up on the fact that his eyebrow has been damn near ripped down to the bone. Blood is leaking from the eyebrow and streaming down Hollywood’s face; starting to spot up the canvas of the ring with red pools. ]

Ricky Cravate: Brian Hollywood is showing no respect or concern towards the rookie. He thinks this is going to be a walk in the park.

Chris Claudill: He done slapped the taste out of that boys mouth! Damn!

Ricky Cravate: That looks like the Michael Norcia we all expected to see! That was amazing.

Chris Claudill: Brian Hollywood has his hand’s full. He didn’t expect to be needing stitches wrestling this rookie. And the clock is ticking down!

4:10 remaining

[Norcia picks Hollywood up and whips him into the ropes and scoops him up as he comes in. He nails Hollywood with a back breaker, followed by a second back breaker directly after it. He hoists Hollywood up a third time and finishes his string of back breakers known as The March of the Sycophants. Hollywood drops to the mat and Norcia goes for a cover.]

1

2

[Hollywood kicks out]

Chris Claudill: The rookie is showing a bit of fire in his first bout.

Ricky Cravate: He better, a contract is on the line for him.

Chris Claudill: Hollywood kicks out. It’s going to take more than that to put the former World Champion away Ricky.

Chris Claudill: If he keeps it up, he just might pull it off.

[Norcia picks up Hollywood quickly and wraps his hand around Hollywood’s throat. He picks up Hollywood with the goozle, and drops him with a chokebreaker called the Highway to Valhalla. Hollywood hits the mat hard and Norcia goes for another cover.]

1

2

[Hollywood kicks out again.]

3:22 Remaining

Chris Claudill: Hollywood kicks out again! This rookie isn’t going to put Hollywood out with something like that. Hollywood has been through insurmountable wars!

Ricky Cravate: He’s still taking it to the former world champion.

Chris Claudill: That he certainly is, but Brian Hollywood can work his way out of this at any time. The Executive Promise comes from out of nowhere.

Ricky Cravate: We’ll see how this plays out, won’t wee.

[Norcia goes to pick up Hollywood again, and is clearly frustrated that some of his best isn’t putting away the grizzled veteran. Hollywood nails Norcia with a low blow on the way up, and Norcia starts to double over. Hollywood hops up quickly and drops the rookie with a DDT that leaves him spikes on his head and covering to protect himself. Hollywood quickly rolls onto the rookies back and locks in a camel clutch. He sits back on it and wrenches hard, causing Norcia to howl; but Norcia refuses to tap out. When he does, Hollywood drops a vicious elbow to the back of Norcia’s head. Norcia drops to the mat and Hollywood gets back to his feet. He’s shaking his head, and blood has now covered half of his face from the open eyebrow wound. Norica starts to get up, and Hollywood bounces off the ropes. Hollywood comes running in and nails Norcia with a codebreaker just as he gets up. Norcia pops up hard and takes a gigantic back bump to sell the move hard. Hollwood rolls over on top of Norcia to make the cover.

1

2

[Norcia kicks out, by throwing Hollywood off of him.]

Chris Claudill: Brian Hollywood has taken control and he’s working the rookie Norcia hard!

Ricky Cravate: The kid is taking a hell of a beating from Hollywood. That Codebreaker left him on dream street!

Chris Claudill: He kicks out! He kicks out!

Ricky Cravate: He’s only got to last about two more minutes, but it’s looking bleak at this point.

2:09 Remaining

[Norcia crawls over to the ropes and tries to pull himself up. He staggers to the center of the ring and is greeted by Hollywood, who nails him with a spear that nearly cuts him in two and puts him back down on the mat. The rookie Norcia instinctively rolls into the fetal position, holding his core and sucking in the air he lost. Hollywood takes advantage of the time wraps up Norcia’s legs in a figure four. He only gets the lock on for about twenty seconds, when Norcia has drug himself all the way to the ropes. Hollywood holds the count until the count of four and then gets out of the hold. Norcia holds his knee in pain and then starts to pull himself back to his feet. Hollywood starts towards Norcia, and Norcia takes a big swing that Hollywood ducks. When Hollywood comes up, he nails Norcia with a diamond cutter that leaves him on the mat. Hollywood gets up and stumbles to the corner. He grabs onto the corner and starts to stomp on the mat and gets the crowd buzzing, knowing that the Exectuive Promise is not far off.]

Ricky Cravate: Hollywood is showing why the veterans in this business are the ones that we can count on.

Chris Claudill: He is giving this rookie a lesson he will never soon forget.

Ricky Cravate: And he’s doing it with a good deal of blood loss at that.

Chris Claudill: But the time limit is almost up! Is he going to put this kid away in time.

0:20 Remaining

[Norcia gets to his feet and Hollywood gets himself wound up. Hollywood starts his march across the ring to nail the Executive Promise. Norcia’s eyes flare with rage as he sees the attempt coming and swings for the fences with the Hand of God. Both men’s finishers, the big right, and the super kick; connect at the same time and both men drop like two sacks of shit in the center of the ring. Both men look gassed and are sucking in air for their life. The crowd begins it’s countdown from 10, and Hollywood starts to crawl over to Norcia. He drapes an arm over Norcia with four seconds left on the clock.]

1

2

[Norcia kicks out and the time on the clock expires]

Ricky Cravate: This is it! Hollywood is going to end it!

Chris Claudill: BOOM! The immovable object met the irresistible force and both men are down and out.

Ricky Cravate: He kicks out! He did it! He beat the five minutes! We will be seeing Michael Norcia next week!

Chris Claudill: What if he can pull off the impossible and win the match?! He’s already lasted the five minutes.

[Both Norcia and Hollywood start to get up. Norcia has a small amount of blood running from his nose, and Hollywood’s wound has pretty much stopped bleeding; despite the fact that he’s wearing half a crimson mask. Norcia meets Hollywood in the center of the ring and chops him hard. Hollywood returns with a couple chops of his own. Norcia whips Hollywood into the ropes and catches him with a spinning sidewalk slam. Norcia gets up with fire and nails Hollywood with a bodyslam as he gets up quick. Hollywood pops up one more time and Norcia catches him with a big boot that puts him down!]

Ricky Cravate: Norcia is on the come back! He could do it!

Chris Claudill: We’ve never seen anything like this! We can certainly see that he is the legend’s blood line!

Ricky Cravate: Maybe Hayes didn’t screw up so bad after all

[Norcia is fired up as Hollywood gets up and turns around. Hollywood takes a step towards Norcia and Norcia goes for the Hand of God again. Hollywood ducks under it quickly, and Norcia turns around. Hollywood rockets off the Executive promise and drops Norcia in the center of the ring. Hollywood immediately collapses and rolls Norcia up with both legs hooked. The ref drops down and starts his count.]

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2

3

The Winner of the Match: Brian Hollywood

Chris Claudill: Michael Norcia lost in the end, but he managed to impress everyone in the process.

Ricky Cravate: He lasted eight minutes and twenty nine seconds with a former world champion. I say that would earn him some respect around these parts.

Chris Claudill: At the very least, he brought himself back next week!

Ricky Cravate: It was an intense season premiere; and we hope you folks enjoyed it. For Chris Claudill and PWX, this is Ricky Cravate, signing off!