pwx initiative intro + main event entrances

[THE Mac Bry v2]

PWX PRESENTS: THE iNITIATIVE

--insert arena name--

TAMPA, FLORIDA

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 30th, 2014


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The Initiative kicks off with a video package. A voice calls out through the speakers... the voice of Brian Hollywood.


"The following Public Service Announcement, has been paid for, by The Establishment."

We then are treated to images of The Establishment and their 'work'. Brian continues.

"We are the leaders of this business. We do what we do for your own good. We do what we do in YOUR best interest. We do what we do because it is best for this company... nay, this INDUSTRY."

While Hollywood speaks, bodies fall. Blood is left on the canvas, betrayal after betrayal, The Establishment does what it does best-- Whatever it pleases. Brian marches on with his 'P.S.A.' --

"Trust us, put your faith in us, BELIEVE...in us. We do not mean to harm you, we simply mean to do what NEEDS to be done. We are The Establishment. And what we say? Is ALWAYS... always. Best. For. Bu--"


*STATIC*


Suddenly, snow slices through the screen. A video then comes into view --








As the image rested upon the screen for a handful of seconds, music slowly began to seep through the speakers --





A conscience never burdened you,
No empathy to slow you down.
Others were there for you to use,
Like hapless ships you ran aground.

You lied like other people breath,
Speaking a twisted lexicon,
To get your way by any means,
No matter who you tread upon.

How can you sleep?
The world burns at your feet.
How can you forsake,
The casualties you leave in your wake?

The saddest part is you believed,
The world you fashioned in your mind,
While all the people you deceived?

Were slowly plotting your demise.



The scene opened upon the rooftop of the arena in Tampa, Florida. It was the night of The Initiative, the night PWX had been building toward for some time now...

Four figures stood atop the roof, cloaked in shadow. But one of them stepped forward, and spoke. A female voice rung out --

"Darin Zion. Tonight, you have the opportunity to claim your fourth Hybrid championship. The "right"... Darin, you have no right. You refer to it as a "right", but let me tell you Darin... you have the same right as Codair, Antony, Timothy, Tiami, or Prince. Your right? To enter the main event, to do battle, to FIGHT. To potentially climb the rungs and pull down the title, but what you DON'T have the right to do?

"...is to use these people as your stepping stones. What you don't have the right to do is to use Tiami as a tool in your own twisted game. To regard Timothy Hunt as undeserving and as just another victim. To spit on the names of Codair and Prince. To regard yourself as the only 'worthy' competitor in an entire division. A division you claim has seen better days, and YET? Its title is being defended in tonight's main event. A main event that will be remembered for quite some time to come...

"Darin, I want you to remember something. When you came into this business, when you BEGAN? The Zion that existed was not the man that exists today. Hell, I don't even know if I could CALL the Darin of today a 'man'. You sold your soul, Darin Zion. You sold your soul, and you became the very thing you despised. And what for? For money. For power, for GREED.

"Darin Zion, we, The Crue? We don't care about money. We don't care about fame, fortune, or even gold around our waists. We care about this BUSINESS. The business that gave us solace in our darkened youths. The business that gave us hope. When we do something for this industry, for a company, for a WRESTLER? We do it for them. Not us. When we say something, we MEAN IT. You know... liked you used to.

"Darin... and BRIAN... the two of you have made PWX your personal playground for far too long.

"That ends, beginning tonight.

"We are The Crue World Order. And we approve this mssage."



*STATIC*

-- the main event --

Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen... it is NOW TIME, for YOUR, PWX Initiative main event of the evening!! A Tables, Ladders and Chairs Six-Pack Challenge, and it is for the Pro Wrestling X HYBRID Championship..... of the Woooorld!!


The crowd roars its approval. The lights then cut out suddenly to the arena. The crowd calms down to a mixed chorus of anticipation and wonders. The opening drum line and riffs to Kreator’s “Impossible Brutality” begin to blast out from the speaker stacks situated on either side of the entrance of the stage.

Alexis Lace: Weighing in at two-HUNDRED and forty pounds, standing six foot four... PWX faithful, this IS Matthew...PRIIIINCE!!

Matthew Prince emerges from the backstage to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos. As he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, he pays little attention to the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd in attendance around him.

Chris: Prince looks ready!!

Ricky: Prince looks like he's ready to break a few necks...

Chris: And you better believe, that in a match like this? Something like that is almost inevitable.

Ricky: Ya got that right, Chris. Tables, ladders and chairs line the ringside area, and before tonight is done, there WILL be a champion. But I can't very well say any of the six people in this contest will be 'winners'...

Chris: A match like this takes years off any man or woman's career. But the reward is enough for all six of these PWX stars to put EVERYTHING on the line.

Approaching the edge of the ring, Prince reaches up and grabs the middle rope. In one fluid motion he hoists himself up onto the edge of the ring and over the ropes. Landing on the heels of his wrestling boots, he begins to bounce to the left and right on his feet warming up in anticipation of the upcoming match.


Alexis Lace: Next up, representing The Establishment--

The fans immediately raise their voices in a chorus of boos. "Two Weeks" by All That Remains hits the PA as blue lights flash.

Alexis Lace: --she is the "Icy Princess", Tiami...Alexis...TYLER!!

Tiami comes out on stage smiling as the fans jeer. She skips her way down the ramp, before getting into the ring. She just smiles, posing for the crowd, who show their distaste for The Establishment's resident 'Princess'. She then awaits her opponents.

Alexis Lace: Next, representing the ANTI-Establishment--

The fans now lift their voices, cheering, and clapping their hands together. Black and blue lights shine on the stage as "1.000.000 Lightyears" by Amaranthe begins to play on the loud speakers.

Alexis Lace: He weighed in tonight at an even 220. Stands 5 feet, NINE inches, he is a former PWX Hybrid Champ, he is the MASTER of the 'StoryTeller'... TIMOTHY...Huuuuunt!!

Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring with Jessica Harmony by his side.. Timothy gets in the ring as Jessica cheers him on. The music continues to play as Timothy poses for the crowd real quick before he turns towards the stage, awaiting the next competitor...

As "Faint" by Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the smoke.

Alexis Lace: Next, he is the self-proclaimed 'Wrestling God', 'The Master of The Suplex', and a former Hybrid Champion in his own right... Anton...CHASE!!

The person steps forward in front of the white smoke revealing himself to be Anton Chase. He makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.

The guitars and cymbols slam as "From the Outside" by All that Remains kicks on the loudspeakers.

Alexis Lace: Next, weighing 245 pounds, standing 5'11, and walking in tonight as the PWX Hybrid CHAMPION. He is, TJ... Coddaaaiiirrr!!

Codair's entrance video plays, as TJ Codair steps out from the back. He holds his left arm, still visibly reeling from his recent match against Anton Chase.

Chris: Codair still suffering from that injury handed to him by Chase this past week on Adrenaline.

Ricky: A couple armbreakers followed by a hammerlock, and I'm tellin' ya... things don't look too good for the champ's reign. Throw in not one, not two, not three, not FOUR, but FIVE challengers? I gotta say, it looks like Codair's days on top are numbered.

Chris: I wouldn't count him out quite yet, Rick. This man is a fighter. Come hell or high water, he will not back down. Regardless of the injury there is no quit in TJ Codair. And if he goes down? He goes down swingin', ain't no doubt about it...

TJ makes his way down to the ring, quickly rolling in as the fans are heard chanting Codair's name. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, he looks out to the fans.

"From the outside, stand and judge like enemies.
Opened eyes see reality...
Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy.

"And the days turn to memories."

He pounds his right fist into his heart 3 times and holds his fist out to the fans. Codair then turns and jumps off the turnbuckles as the music dies down. Still clearly favoring his arm, he holds the Hybrid Championship at his side as he cracks his neck. TJ looks down at the title belt, shaking his head, and savoring the gold in his hands. He then walks to the ropes, before handing the championship out to the timekeeper. The Codair chant is heard throughout the arena, as he waits for the match to begin...

Alexis Lace: And FINALLY...

"Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA System. The lights go down and a giant spotlight hits the arena as the crowd boos rauceously.

Chris: These Florida fans showing their EXTREME disdain for Mr. Zion!!

Ricky: He may be hated worldwide, but make no mistake about it. He ALWAYS receives the loudest reaction of anyone on the roster.

Chris: Yeah. And it's always a negative one...

Darin Zion walks down in a pair of cargo shorts, looking like he's about to go to war.

Alexis Lace: Hailing from Chicago, ILLINOIS! He weighs in tonight at an amazing two-HUNDRED...and thirty-five pounds!!

As the light hits Zion, he walks past the crowd, glaring down at all five combatants who surround the ring.

"Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king

Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King..."

Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen, he's a former grand slam champion. FUTURE Hall-of-famer. And he is the current owner of PWX and our SAVIOR: Daaaariiinnn......ZIIIIIIIOOOOON!!!

Chris: Lacey's gotta be loaded with cash by now!!

Ricky: What gives you that idea?

Chris: Zion's STILL having her roll out that self-serving drivel. Every time she does, that's another fifty grand in the lovely lady's bank account...

Ricky: DAMMIT CHRIS!! She gives that intro because every last WORD of it is the truth!! Former Grand-Slam Champ? Check. Future Hall-of-famer? Check. Owner and SAVIOR of PWX? Check, check, and DOUBLE CHECK!!

Chris: Self-obsessed egomaniac? Check.

Ricky: ...I hate you.


Darin Zion bows and smiles as he embraces the crowd booing him. Darin sticks his arms up in the air and pyro goes off. Zion jumps up and down, amping himself up for a moment. He then charges the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, where the boos continue to get louder and louder, as outside the ring, all five stare him down. Even Tiami is looking on in hatred, after the words Zion had for her.

Chris: There's no denying this man has a target planted squarely on his back.

Ricky: And ya wanna know what he says to that?...Bring it on.