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MWE Presents: Domino Effect Pre-Show (night 1)
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, February 13th, 2021
The Academy Pre-Show Match
Team Titles Match
Team Strike © (Cash Blye & The Kid) VS Team Ali (Trinity Thompson & Millie Smith)Team Titles Match
Millie and Trinity, collectively known as Team Trillie walked to the ring with matching gear, red and blue was the chosen color pattern, matching the scheme used in the PPV graphics. On the rear of their trunks Team Trillie was written in a whimsical font that seemed to be straight out of a fairy tale book. All four competitors were at their first Pay-Per-View appearance and you could tell they were nervous about it. But if these jitters made the two girls lively and energized, things were very different in the opposite corner, where JJ Night didn’t seem too thrilled of being here. In fairness, it had been a rough week for the former The Kid, and his partner for the night was trying to keep him focused on the task at hand. Which was far from easy. Ever since the first minutes, Team Trillie’s outstanding chemistry steered the match in the right direction for the two girls. Cutting the ring in half with quick tags, Millie and Trinity isolated Cash in the wrong side of town, tearing her apart meticulously. If you didn’t know them, you’d say they had been teaming for years such was their synergy. Blye found herself in deep trouble when Thompson grabbed her by the back of her head and ran towards her corner planting the opponent on her face with a running bulldog, making the tag to Millie who immediately went to the top rope and jumped with a meteora as Cash was starting to pick herself up. JJ rushed in and made the save. Blye managed to create an opening with a chin breaker, quickly making her way to her corner. Trinity recovered in time and stopped her by grabbing the foot, eating an enziguri from the young opponent. JJ Night entered the ring with a beautiful slingshot stunner, immediately hooking the leg for a quick cover but Thompson kicked out in two and half. When she got up to her feet she found Night waiting for her and unleashing a volley of kicks to the colored hair girl, finishing his sequence with a spinning heel kick that knocked her off his feet. Trinity pulled herself up but it didn’t look like she really knew where she was, and JJ capitalized on it with an inverted ddt, following with another cover, this one interrupted by Millie. Growing more and more confident by the minute, JJ had completely turned the tides now and, keeping control even after Trinity escaped his grasp and made the tag to Millie. The two members of Team Strike finally started showing some teamwork, with JJ lifting Smith for a suplex while Cash leaped off the top rope with a diving crossbody and pinned her to the mat, obtaining another two count. The final minutes were an absolute rollercoaster of emotions, both teams putting in their best efforts to try and prevail. A couple of close calls saw Millie and Cash close to capitulate. For Smith, it happened after a double superkick from Team Strike, while Blye was barely able to survive Millie’s Sparkle Splash, homage to her sister Luna. The two young girls continued trading kicks in the middle of the ring in an exciting back and forth that saw the fans cheering on either competitor. Back and forth they went, none of them backing down or holding back. Millie went for a roundhouse kick but Cash ducked and tried to surprise the blonde girl with a sweep kick. Smith avoided it with a little jump, firing another high kick once she found herself in front of Cash again. Blye did the exact same thing, and both of them collapsed to the mat. It was a long way to the respective corners, slightly shorter for Millie who finally made the tag. Wisely Trinity went straight for the kid formerly known as The Kid and knocked him off the apron with a yakuza kick. She then turned to Cash who had a look of desperation in her eyes seeing that her partner couldn’t help her anymore. She tried to pull herself up, but as soon as she was on her knees, she received a kick to the chest. And another one. And a third. Trinity kept going for two more kicks, then took a step back and charged in with a superkick to the face. It was lights out for Cash, JJ tried to enter the ring to make the save but he got there one moment too late. WINNER: TEAM ALI (NEW TEAM CHAMPIONS) BY: Pinfall (Superkick), 12:46 |
Peyton Holland: "What a way to kick off the night! Let me tell you, Ambra. These Academy kids never disappoint."
Ambra Monroe: "The future looks bright with such talented kids. Congratulations to all four of them and their trainers as well."
Peyton Holland: "The Academy will be featured in tomorrow's night pre-show as well, in a match between Faith Savell and Faizah Marshall for the Gold Star. Trust me, you don't want to miss that."
MWE Presents: Domino Effect (night 1)
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, February 13th, 2021
We open backstage where we find one half of the MWE World Tag Team Champions, the lovely pink haired Jessica Lasiewicz. Seeing the champion in her wrestling gear with her tag title belt isn’t unusual, but what IS certainly unusual about this scene is the fact that Jessica is walking side by side with a dinosaur…Godzilla, to be precise…
Godzilla:
All Hail The Lizard King! Roar to my bitches! Bow before his royal reptilian majesty!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Kim…
Godzilla:
I know not of this KIM...I am Godzilla and I am fighting Ale Velasco tonight in honor of my reptilian overlord The Lizard King!
The Archangel sighs deeply and shakes her head.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Look, you are my sister and I love you, and I know you are having a ton of fun with this whole lizard king stuff, but if you keep it up people will think you really do buy into the whole Lizard King conspiracy crap.
And with that ‘Godzilla’ takes off his head and we can see that, sure enough, underneath this costume is Kimberly Williams, Jessica’s half sister and the woman who is now the self-proclaimed Lizard Champion in the SCW promotion. They do not officially recognize the title but she beat Datura to win it so she doesn’t give a damn what they or anyone think.
Kimberly Williams:
You are such a party pooper, Jess. C’mon, let me have my fun!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Your fun could get you into trouble. You lost at HKW Apocalypse Now, you’ve been on a bit of a losing streak here in MWE, and while you may have become the Unsanctioned Champion in SCW…
Kimberly Williams:
LIZARD Champion…it is the Lizard Championship now in honor of the Lizard King.
The Archangel rolls her eyes.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Right. Still, my point is you haven’t exactly been spectacular lately. Tonight is your chance to right the ship. Take down Velasco tonight, earn a win. Can you do that?
Kimberly Williams:
Of course I can! But can I use this…
The Woman Scorned reaches into her costume. A few moments later she produces ‘Betty White’, the Freddy Krueger glover with knives on each finger tip. Jessica vehemently shakes her head.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I’d advise against it. I don’t think Ale Velasco has earned that kind of wrath yet.
Kimberly Williams:
Can I use it to gut Karen or Clyde Eldon?
The Archangel snarls angrily.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Zrób to
Kimberly grins from ear to ear.
Kimberly Williams:
You realize I speak fluent Polish, don’t you?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Yes, I realize this Kim. That is precisely why I spoke in Polish.
Jessica walks off with Kimberly in tow; Kimberly is chanting in a sing song voice…
Kimberly Williams:
One, two Kimmy’s coming for you, three four Karen is a whore, five six Clyde has no dick, seven eight Ale is second rate, nine ten Kimmy wins again!
Singles Match
Ale Velasco VS Kimberly WilliamsThe Woman Scorned walked out in full regalia tonight. She was wearing the same “Mora Is A Cow” shirt she sported at the recent Underground events and she had the Lizard Championship strapped around her waist, On her right hand was Betty White, the Freddy Krueger glove, while the Infinity Gauntlet was covering her left one for a mash-up of movies nobody really wants to see. And following her, crying “EXTERMINATE” in that robotic voice, the Dalek replica she brought down to the ring in the past weeks. Ale Velasco didn’t seem impressed by her trinkets, the referee instead was slightly more worried, demanding that Kim would remove all her weapons before even entering the ring. She reluctantly obliged, finally standing on the apron and stepping through the ropes to enter the ring. Velasco waited patiently in the middle of the ring, but as soon as the bell rang, she struck with a big right hand hard enough to spin Williams 180°. Velasco then threw a forearm to the kidney area, causing Kimberly to immediately arch her back in pain. The Puerto Rican dragged Williams down with a rear mat slam, rolling her on her stomach and stretching her over her knees in a bow and arrow submission. People tend to forget that behind the questionable actions and sometimes outright crazy mannerisms that earned Kimberly the moniker of Wildcard hides a fine grappler. Williams was here to remind them. Seemingly on the back foot in this phase of the match, the Woman Scorned used her impressive speed to catch Velasco off guard and trap her into the Homage To The Queen (crucifix arm bar with neck submission). La Alcadesa found herself in a difficult position, desperately trying to reach the ropes to escape the excruciating submission. Not an easy task, more so considering that the neck hold was getting more and more tight, making it harder for her to breath. But she eventually got there, finally putting an end to her agony. Slowly, she pulled herself up with the help of the ropes, favoring her right arm and displaying a shortness of breath. But she looked ready to fight again, turning around to take on the Woman Scorned once again. Kimberly was waiting for her though, blasting the latina with the Morrigan’s Wrath superkick, sending her through the ropes and out of the ring. “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!” Came the mechanic voice of the Dalek replica, startling Velasco while she was trying to recover. Ale kicked the toy down, one single shot enough to , finally, shut him silent. The look on Williams’ face changed as she saw what happened to the poor Dalek, and she threw herself onto Alejandra with a suicide dive. The minute or so spent outside might just have been the longest Alejandra had gone through. Kim was an absolute fury, unleashing hell on La Alcadesa and throwing her around against the barricade, the apron, the steel steps and even the announcers’ desk. She really went as far as she was allowed to go without running into a disqualification, getting all the advantages she could in what could be considered her natural environment. And once the fight went back in the ring, she went for the killing blow. Velasco moved out of the corner, dodging the Shadowblade attempt and causing Kim’s knee to hit the turnbuckle hard. Williams clutched her leg immediately, visibly in pain. All of a sudden, Ale had a huge opportunity and she knew it, going all in with stomps and submissions aimed at that injured leg and lower back. All of that was aimed to the Carolina Cloverleaf (Texas cloverleaf) but when Ale was tying up her legs in a figure four, Williams reached up and rolled her over with a cradle. Velasco kicked out and popped up to her feet, but Kim was faster than her and kicked her hard on the chest. Alejandra stumbled back a couple of feet, enough distance for Kimberly to try once again to hit her with the Shadowblade, this time connecting the running knee to her skull with a tremendous impact. Ale went down like a ton of bricks, and all that was left for Kim to do was to roll her on her back and make the pin. WINNER: Kimberly Williams BY: Pinfall (Shadowblade), 9:07 |
Amy Maynard: "A convincing win for Kimberly in the opening contest."
Sir Figgles: "Convincing my ass. I bet I could win too with the help of a fucking robot!"
Amy Maynard: "You know that it wasn't a real Dalek, right? That was a replica, basically a toy."
Sir Figgles: "Right, let's pretend he wasn't trying to attack Ale like he attacked Vincent a few weeks ago."
Amy Maynard: "... It's too early for this."
Sir Figgles: "Convincing my ass. I bet I could win too with the help of a fucking robot!"
Amy Maynard: "You know that it wasn't a real Dalek, right? That was a replica, basically a toy."
Sir Figgles: "Right, let's pretend he wasn't trying to attack Ale like he attacked Vincent a few weeks ago."
Amy Maynard: "... It's too early for this."
We find backstage reporter Abi Reed standing by nervously, her usual vibrant smile quite shaky and forced.
Abi Reed:
Heey...welcome my guest, the returning Echo…
The camera zooms out to reveal Echo standing by, staring down at the young interviewer with a grin. She took a few steps closer, backing the interviewer against the wall with a soft exhale.
Echo:
You can do better than that, can’t’ya? C’mon, Abi, it’s your favorite Aussie, show some respect.
Abi Reed:
Um… Welcome my guest, my favorite Aussie, Echo.
Abi was near cowering in the corner as Echo patted her on the shoulder.
Echo:
Out with it then, yeh? I demanded you for your hard hitting questions, I know you have some.
Abi Reed:
Okay...alright. Just a few for now, and don’t get mad, okay…
Echo smirked, placing a reassuring hand on Abi’s shoulder which caused the young interviewer to flinch.
Abi Reed:
Why Razzles? Why do this to who was at one point your best friend? Why invade her home and break her arm? Why spoil her earning a contract with another assault? Why keep pushing and pushing?
Abi moved closer to the wall, trying to stay as far away from Echo as she possibly could. She held the microphone out shakily, only to have it snatched from her hand.
Echo:
A lot of questions there, Abi. Thank you. And the best part is, they all have the same answers, very simple answers. I did all those things, Abi, because I could. I did those things, because I wanted her, I wanted you, I wanted everyone to see who I really am. I’m not some fallen angel looking for redemption, I’m not trying to find a way to the top, I’m not acting out.
I’m being who I was made to be, Abi. I like to hurt people. I like to fight. I’m not going to make any apologies for it. I’m not going to cry over it. I’m not going to pretend to be the nice girl that loves the competition, like Yulia and Sailor Mars thought, because it was bullshit. It was boring. It was easy. It was fake.
Echo huffed before smirking, removing her hand from Abi’s shoulder.
Echo:
I do the things I do, because seeing people in misery is fun to me. And the best part? I get to hurt Razz again tonight, this time in the middle of the ring. That contract won’t be doing her much good when I send her to her broken home, battered and bruised and missing the part of herself that ever saw any light in this world, because for her there’s not going to be anything left but darkness.
Echo slammed the microphone against Abi’s chest with a smirk, watching the interviewer shy away before moving down the hallway.
Abi Brooke:
You’re wrong, and she’s going to win.
The words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before Echo turned back, storming up to Abi and snatching her up by her shirt. She slammed her against the wall, holding Abi there with little effort.
Echo:
What was that? Speak up, don’t be scared now.
She slammed Abi again, and again, but before she could take it a step further, she was being pulled off and tossed down the hall. She gathered her balance and met the gaze of one of her former trainers, Damian Carter.
Damian:
You have a match coming up, Juliet. I suggest you get to it and leave her alone.
The two stared each other down for a moment before Echo held her hands up with a smirk, backing down the hallway while Damian turned to check on Abi.
Singles Match
Echo VS Razzles MarsFirst match in two months for Echo who spent the first part of 2021 nursing the injuries suffered at Red Line 2. The fans didn’t seem to have missed her, the reaction as “Wild Eyes” by Parkway Drive blared out of the PA system was one of the most negative to memory, and with good reasons considering the Aussie’s recent attitude. Polar opposite reaction for Razzles Mars, who only needed one match to win over the MWE fans. Two weeks ago the young brit earned her contract with the Orange Brand, but her joy was short lived due to the attack of Echo herself who came back just to ruin her former friend’s moment. The fans would love nothing more than to see her right that wrong and get her payback on the woman who, back in december, broke her arm. But the first two minutes of the match told a different story, the former Invictus looking more fierce and focused than she was before the injury, absolutely manhandling Sailor Mars and mocking her after she sent her falling back in the corner with a leaping knee. After the insults came the injury, a series of stomps to the Brit’s head. The referee ordered a rope break and Echo surprisingly agreed, taking a step back. Then her lips curled into a wicked grin and she went back on the attack, pressing her booth on Razzles’ neck for the whole five count, receiving a warning for her actions. But she couldn’t care less, dragging the opponent back to her feet and punishing her further with some knife edge chops. Grabbing Mars by the wrist, Echo then fired her into the opposite corner, charging with a full head of steam for a clothesline. Mars slipped through the ropes, and the Aussie couldn’t avoid crashing into the empty corner. Standing on the apron, the Strawberry Clobbler drove her shoulder in the opponent’s stomach. doubling Echo over and pinning her with a slingshot sunset flip, obtaining a count of two. With the fans supporting her, the Walking Snack grew more confident of her own means and capabilities, giving the former champ a run for her money. Razzles’ speed seems to be the biggest problem for Echo, unable to dodge the Brit’s quick strikes or catch her to turn the tides. A flurry of stiff kicks and elbow strikes dropped Echo on one knee and gave Mars the chance to connect the first big move of her match, the Curiosity Killer (scorpio rising). The Australian was down, seemingly out of it from that hard step up axe kick, and the fans really believed this would be it when Razzles made the cover and hooked the leg. But the referee’s hand stopped mere inches away from tapping the mat for the third time, and the match continued. Razz was in shock as well, this was so close and yet so far. Shaking off from the disbelief, she reached Echo in the corner and mounted on the second rope, starting to deliver punches to the opponent’s skull. The fans joined her in counting each and every blow, clearly enjoying seeing the young girl getting a piece of her former friend. But both them and Razzles were in for a harsh reality check when the former Invictus champion slipped between her opponent’s legs and powerbombed her down on the mat with incredible force, interrupting the count of punches at nine. Mars tried to irish whip the opponent but Echo grabbed the top rope with her hand and blocked the attempt. Razzles kicked him in the stomach and tried again, but the Aussie reversed the move, catching the blonde with a haymaker as she bounced back. She then took a moment to shoot the fans a look of mocking challenge, crouching down on the opponent and hammering her with wicked shots to the head and face. Once done, she got Razzles up and hit her with a belly to belly suplex. The Reigning Queen Of Candyland slowly pulled herself up, ducking the right hook and stunning the opponent with the Everlasting Gobstopper (split-legged jawbreaker). Mars turned around and sprinted toward the ropes but Echo recovered faster than she expected and grabbed her arm, pulling her back into a massive lariat. Razzles kicked out in two, but she was pretty much at the mercy of the stronger opponent at this point. Echo knew that she was in control, taking time to show off and lift the Brit in a stalling vertical suplex, strutting around for quite some time before finally driving the poor girl down on the canvas. Just like when all hope seemed to be gone, the sugar fueled blonde drilled the former champion with a ddt, successfully countering The Reverb. The ref started a double count, Mars took a couple of seconds to recover before getting up and walking to the corner. She slammed her hand on the top turnbuckle, rallying the fans behind her while she climbed to the top rope. She waited for the opponent to get up before jumping off with her Into Orbit diving crossbody. Echo caught her in mid air and destroyed her with The Reverb. The referee could have counted to ten, there was no way anybody could kick out from that. WINNER: Echo BY: Pinfall (The Reverb), 9:58 |
And yet, Echo wasn't satisfied. She didn't even give her opponent time to stand up, cutting her own celebration short just to kick the poor girl in her ribs. Hard.
Mars fell back on the canvas, and Echo was right back on her, targeting the same arm she broke two months ago, trying to do the same tonight with a nasty looking armbar. She pulled and yanked, not at all moved to pity by her cry of pain. Damian Carter, her former trainer at Fight Lab, left his seat next to a petrified Yulia Kirilenko and hopped the barricade, sliding inside the ring and standing in front of the blonde Australian. She immediately let go of Razzles' arm, standing up and going right in Damian's face in an act of defiance. The two stared in each other's eyes in the eerie silence that had now engulfed the arena. Echo then started laughing and left the ring, leaving Damien to attend to the young brit. The boos that accompanied Echo on her way out were even louder than those she received when she entered.
Mars fell back on the canvas, and Echo was right back on her, targeting the same arm she broke two months ago, trying to do the same tonight with a nasty looking armbar. She pulled and yanked, not at all moved to pity by her cry of pain. Damian Carter, her former trainer at Fight Lab, left his seat next to a petrified Yulia Kirilenko and hopped the barricade, sliding inside the ring and standing in front of the blonde Australian. She immediately let go of Razzles' arm, standing up and going right in Damian's face in an act of defiance. The two stared in each other's eyes in the eerie silence that had now engulfed the arena. Echo then started laughing and left the ring, leaving Damien to attend to the young brit. The boos that accompanied Echo on her way out were even louder than those she received when she entered.
The students of The Academy are enjoying the PPV from their reserved area in the front row. They're all there, even those who competed earlier tonight. Millie is receiving the compliments of Faizah and her "mentor" Dez Ali, Cash and JJ seem to be over the loss and are chatting amongst them, Rian Ellis is busy texting on his phone while Olly and Faith are most likely making snarky comments on something or someone. The former Gold Star Tiana Petrova-Hammond is sitting next to her agent Lincoln Gray and his daughter Krista, and they're apparently waiting on the last student who has yet to come back from the locker room after her win in the pre-show.
And there she is, the red and blue haired Trinity Thompson, all smiles as she joins her fellow students receiving the compliments from, more or less, everyone of them. Tiana seems particularly happy and proud of her best friend, hugging her and patting her on the back. After getting the well deserved praise for the perfromance, Thompson asks.
Trinity Thompson:
Where's Tiffany?
Trin never made it secret that Rollins is her favorite wrestler, the sequence she used to win the tag match tonight is a clear tribute to the former Cloud Gate champion's Death Kick.
Olly:
Not here.
He replies before anyone else could say a word, turning toward Trinity with a sly grin on his face. God, he really loves being the bearer of bad news!
Olly:
Apparently she's too good for us and decided to watch the PPV with her boyfriend.
The disappointment on the eighteen years old is clear, that bright smile for winning her first PPV match was now only a memory.
Olly:
Oh come on, don't be sad, Trin. She obviously doesn't care about you, she didn't stand up that day, she's not here to congratulate you tonight... I guess it's true what they say, never meet your heroes, you'll be disap...
Tiana Petrova-Hammond
Shut the fuck up already, Olly!
She roars. Olly lets out a light chuckle and shrugs his shoulders, going back to his conversation with Faith. Trinity sighs and sits back, cracking a half smile when Lincoln congratulates her some more, hoping to restore that joyous mood from before.
We go backstage to a shot of a locker room, where Jimmy Scrivens stands, preparing for his upcoming match. He’s taping up his hands as he looks up at the camera.
Jimmy Scrivens:
You’re welcome Millenium fans
He flashes a cocky grin as he rips off the last piece of tape and throws the roll back in his bag.
Jimmy Scrivens:
It’s been weeks since you’ve had the honor of seeing me wrestle. Weeks since I got to step into that ring and toss an opponent around like a heavy bag. But that all changes tonight. See, when I came to Millenium, all I wanted was to wrestle. Each and every week. That’s why I’m in this business. I’ve been training in wrestling since I was five years old. It’s all I’ve known. It’s all I want to know. After college, I knew I could rise to the top of the professional wrestling world. But to do that I need to be in that ring, out-wrestling any opponent that steps in there with me. Show the entire world that I’m going to be the greatest pure wrestler to ever step foot in these rings.
Jimmy shakes his head as he looks around the locker room for a moment, before turning back to the camera.
Jimmy Scrivens:
But things haven’t happened like I’d wanted them to. I won my first match, of course. You all saw it, you all knew you were watching someone special when you saw me. Only my first-ever pro wrestling match and already the signs were there that I’m going to be something great. You knew you were witnessing history. And then, the four-way match. Currently the last match I’ve wrestled in. I’m not going to spend much time on it. I didn’t win, that happened, but they put me against three people. Odds stacked against me, of course. Then, no match. Then, a match against a wrestler that they KNEW wouldn’t show up. Two straight weeks of nothing. Not one person answering my call for a match. Too scared, too worried, too ‘good to fight me’, whatever the reasons, nobody wanted to step into this ring with me...until last week
The smile returns to Jimmy’s face.
Jimmy Scrivens:
I gotta hand it to Mitchell Price. He did what nobody else in Millenium had the stones to do. He came out and accepted my challenge. That takes guts. I shouldn’t be surprised though. A top notch wrestler like him? With his background in the sport? He’s not going to back down from any challenge, no matter how daunting. He knows he doesn’t have what it takes to beat me, but he’s still going to step into that ring across from me anyways. So I respect that for sure. But that doesn’t mean I think he stands a chance of beating me.
Once again the smile vanishes from Jimmy’s face as he looks on seriously and with focus.
Jimmy Scrivens:
I’m Jimmy fucking Scrivens. All-American. National Champion. College wrestler of the year. What I did on the college wrestling scene was nothing short of phenomenal. Legendary. The GOAT. And now I’m here in the professional wrestling world, where I’m going to leave the exact same mark. It doesn’t matter who’s across from me. They just don’t possess the skill to beat me. Nobody does. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. There’s nobody in this business that can compete with my pure wrestling skill. Mitchell is about to find that out. You’re all about to be reminded. I’m going to walk down to that ring, I’m going to toss him around, and I’m going to get my hand raised after the match. And then it’s on to the next one. And the next one. And I’m going to keep going through every single person who steps up to me until I’m at the top.
Jimmy flashes another cocky grin as he slams his locker door shut, before pushing past the camera and out of the dressing room as we fade out.
Singles Match
Jimmy Scrivens VS Mitchell PriceTwo guys with a similar background, Mitchell and Jimmy had a good start in MWE with wins in their debut matches. Particularly impressive was Price’s one, as The Standout eliminated the two time Lockdown champion Duke Andrews in the first round of the Sandstrom Energy™ Heavyweight Tournament. With a little help from Hearst’s crew sure, but nobody can deny he still took Andrews to the limit. And he came out strong off the gate tonight, firing off his corner as soon as the bell rang and taking down Scrivens with a shoulder block. The contest immediately moved to the mat where they both excelled, and the MWE fans could witness one of the longest and most impressive sequences of chain wrestling in this company. Transition holds, pinning predicaments, even some throws like hip tosses and fireman’s carry takedowns followed one another for three good minutes. Both men shined in this exchange, and both of them received the convinced applause from the fans when they finally got up to their feet with a kip up and stood one in front of the other. Not that any of them seemed to care, too focused on their opponent to allow any distraction. Once again they locked up, but this time Mitchell immediately transitioned into a waistlock, lifting Jimmy for a suplex. Scrivens threw his weight forward and pinned him with a victory roll, but he only obtained a count of two. A bear hug allowed Price to momentarily take back control after a phase where Jimmy was starting to build momentum. He squeezed the young man between his strong arms, ordering him to tap out which, of course, was an option Scrivens never considered. Jimmy forced the break and quickly sprinted against the ropes to put more force behind his lariat. But as he came back, he ran right into a belly to belly suplex from Mitchell. The Standout beat his own chest to pump himself while he gave his opponent time to get up to his feet. And then he started the festival of suplexes, throwing Jimmy around with pretty much every suplex variation known to man. Saito, exploder, fisherman… You name them, Price most likely did it. No surprise, Jimmy looked drunk when the opponent was done with him, stumbling right into Mitchell’s olympic slam. But despite having been ragdolled for a long time, Scrivens still managed to kick out. Having found an opponent whose strength and skills matched his, Jimmy had to rely on his speed to finally get an advantage on The Standout. It started with a double leg takedown into a jackknife hold cover, from which Mitchell easily kicked out. But then Scrivens jumped on him with a high foot stomp to the chest, sending Price writhing in pain. He was quick to drag him up to his feet and fire him in the corner, where he hit him with double knees to the chest. Kimmy collected a couple of near falls with a spike ddt and his triple german suplex, bridging the last one into a pin. But Mitchell was refusing to stay down, connecting with a hook to the face when Scrivens picked him up and answered punch for punch in a stiff exchange that lasted almost a minute that saw him coming out on top. He finished it with a series of quick jabs with theatrics, prelude to the bionic elbow that floored Jimmy. Wanting to impress in his first PPV appearance, Price went high risk with the diving moonsault, finding nobody home. Scrivens was much more pragmatic, absolutely rocking the opponent with a punt kick. Next thing he did was to lift Mitchell over his shoulders for Lion’s Roar, but Price slipped away and pushed Jimmy against the ropes. As he bounced back, The Standout checked his teeth with bicycle kick and followed with what, in his mind, would have been a stalling vertical suplex. But Scrivens was quick to catch him off guard with an inside cradle and grab a handful of tights to get his first PPV win. WINNER: Jimmy Scrivens BY: Pinfall (inside cradle), 9:30 |
Amy Maynard: "Big win for Jimmy tonightm against an All American like Mitchell."
Sir Figgles: "Know what I'm thinking? These two should team up."
Amy Maynard: "I could see that happening, for sure. But after what happened tonight, I think it's easier to see them fighting again in the near future."
Sir Figgles: "Know what I'm thinking? These two should team up."
Amy Maynard: "I could see that happening, for sure. But after what happened tonight, I think it's easier to see them fighting again in the near future."
Backstage is empty, and the only thing we see on this otherwise plain wall is a “Domino Effect” poster plastered across said wall. Silence is abundant right now but that silence is quickly broken when footsteps are heard from not too far away. Who is it? That question is answered rather quickly when, a few moments later, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock emerges from stage left. The beautiful blonde is dressed in her royal purple wrestling gear. She turns to face the camera and smiles confidently.
Glory Braddock:
Tonight is an exciting night for The British Bombshell. Now someone like me, someone who has already made loud proclamations about wanting to win the MWE World Championship before this year is out, you may think I’d be disappointed to be stuck on night one and not even in the main event. But if you think that then you don’t know Glory Braddock that well now do you? I will always remember where I came from. And I came from a wrestling school in Southampton, run by the greatest amateur wrestling champion in European history, my father Glenn Braddock. I wrestled some on the amateur circuits before I made my debut as a professional in 2008 and yeah, I had to make some quick adjustments and learn a great deal more about professional wrestling. Now it may seem like I’m rambling but trust me, there is a point to all of this, and that point is the fact that tonight, for the first time in a long time, I am facing someone with genuine amateur roots. I face someone with some legit amateur wrestling greatness in their background...Khalil Washington.
The British Bombshell runs her hand through her long blonde hair.
Glory Braddock:
An NCAA Division 1 Champion in amateur wrestling. That’s impressive, mate. That’s damn impressive. No, I am not like your typical babyface hero who will run you down without giving you your props. I will be the first to give the devil his due even when the devil is a thug, a bully, or just an outright jackass. And mate, you are indeed a thug, you are a bully, and yes you are a jackass, but you are also one hell of an athlete. Everything you have accomplished up until now is evident of that. You have so much talent and so much potential but instead of using it for good, instead of living up to the traditions and honor of the wrestling that you grew up with, you choose to run with a gang of thugs and bullies...The Bad Boys.
Braddock’s confident smirk turns into a defiant, angry glare.
Glory Braddock:
Do not think for one second that the actions of you and your group have undetected by me. I always keep a close eye on everyone, each and every competitor on this roster, because they could always end up as a potential opponent. I have witnessed no good, cowardly gang beat downs on Sihng and Adellson, Collins and Lasiewicz, and others. Do you think that makes you tough? No, it doesn’t; it just proves to the world that you cannot get the job done on your own. It proves to the world that when the chips are down, when the pressure is on, and you begin to doubt whether or not you can actually close the deal and win a match, you have one of your pals bail your ass out. That’s not the actions of a former NCAA amateur champion, those are the actions of a coward. But then again, you DO have the potential for greatness. You are incredibly talented and you and I, two great professional AND amateur wrestlers, we could go out there tonight and have one hell of a match. We could steal the show even and prove to each and every one of these brassers that WE deserve the main event…
The British Bombshell points a finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
...but that’s entirely upon you, mate. Keep your pack of dogs at bay, let’s have a hell of match, and hell, if you beat me clean I’ll even shake your hand, but I am not going to hold my breath on a clean match, I will not trust you to agree to a clean match when The Bad Boys on more than one occasion have made it clear that you only care about winning by any means necessary. And I am not going to be naive enough to go into this unprepared. So understand that if the Bad Boys get involved, then Neil Newman and Kyle Butler, as well as my best friend Sophie O’Brian, THE GLORIOUS GOLDEN ERA, they will get involved and kick the hell out of your Bad Boys. And without your backup, without your cowardly tactics, you can either rise to the occasion and fight me or you can tap out...give up...submit like I have made so many others submit before you. Your choice. Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Singles Match
Khalil Washington III VS Glory BraddockHard to tell who was less impressed between the two competitors.The usual smug look on the face of the Bad Boy, while the Best In The World looked offended, almost considering disrespectful having to share the ring with someone she considered beneath her. Nonetheless, the former Riot Champion was determined to prove that she deserved a higher position on the card, and higher-profile opponents. To do that, she started by shooting in with fast kicks to the thighs of the towering opponent. They didn’t seem to bother KW3 too much, the Texas Thug simply standing there, barely even trying to block them, simply waiting for his chance to strike Glory with a dreadful right hand to the jaw. The blow sent Braddock staggering back against the ropes, bouncing back into Khalil's powerful embrace. The All American then smirked at the camera before lifting the former Riot champion with incredible ease for a quick belly to belly suplex. He was quick to get up to his feet, flexing his muscles before kicking the Best In The World’s head off with a running big boot. Too little to put Glory away but he made the cover nonetheless, barely getting a two out of it. He then dragged her up to her feet and shoved her in the corner where he hit her with five shoulder tackles into the mid section. Glory fell on her knees, folded in two and nursing her injured ribs. Washington just watched her crawling to the center of the ring, literally oozing confidence with that smug look printed on his face as he moved behind her and picked her up for his deadlift rolling german suplex. Braddock shifted her weight forward and almost surprised him with a victory roll, coming really close to the three. Things weren’t exactly going the way Glory had planned, the strength and size disadvantage looking like a bigger obstacle than she thought it would be, one she, so far, wasn’t able to overcome with her speed and skills. Washington came very close to the upset win with his State Of Emergency discus clothesline that turned the Best In The World inside out. The proximity with the ropes made it too easy for Glory to interrupt the count simply by reaching the bottom rope with her left foot. Khalil’s biggest flaw, something he apparently had in common with the rest of the Bad Boyz, was the excessive confidence. And perhaps lack of experience too, or at least poor awareness of who his opponent is and what she could do. He thought he had her already, he thought a fifteen time world champion was on her last leg after a little over six minutes in the match and waited for her to get up, going as far as taunting her. When she finally did, he charged for his Drive By spear, but he gave Glory too much time to recover, and the Best In The World leapfrogged over his attempt and watched him flying outside the ring, unable to stop or even slow down his own momentum. Glory took a few more seconds to rest up, leaping over the top rope when Khalil finally pulled himself up and landing on the apron. From this position she connected a running kick to the chest that stunned KW3 and opened the chance for Glory to nail him with a diving tornado ddt. The hardest part for Glory was to push the Texas Thug back in the ring, but she managed to do that and get back in as well before the ten. She tried to keep the man grounded and keep control, having learned how dangerous the man was when left free to control the pace and use his power moves. She accomplished that with several different submissions, mostly chokes to wear the man down. Switching from one to the next with fluid motions, Braddock eventually caught him in the Shekinah Glory, her patented triangle choke. It looked like the end was here for Khalil, and there was no shame in that. So many people had fallen to that same submission. But the Texas Thug, with one last incredible effort, deadlifted the Best In The World and powerbombed her into the turnbuckle. Glory slipped down sitting against the corner in a world of pain after the buckle bomb. Khalil wasn’t doing much better, on one knee and struggling to breathe. He still got up before his opponent and set her up for his Texas Hangover (throwback neckbreaker) but Glory kicked out in two. She did the same after Washington’s twisting spinebuster, and you could see the frustration creeping in on the Bad Boy. After a quick pointless argument with the official, Khalil signaled for the end, making the most classic cutthroat gesture. He slipped behind Glory’s back when the Glorious Golden Era member stood up to her feet and slipped behind her back, applying the rear naked choke he calls Pain Killer. But someone with the experience Braddock possessed had a counter for that. Slipping free, she was quick to plant KW3 on his face with The Glorification, obtaining the win in this insidious match. WINNER: Glory Braddock BY: Pinfall (The Glorification), 10:13 |
Peyton Holland: "Perhaps with a little bit more struggle than we expected, but the former Riot Champion came out on top."
Ambra Monroe: "Khalil surely put up a great fight. Which, if I'm being honest, irritates me."
Peyton Holland: "I'm not sure I'm following..."
Ambra Monroe: "They're talented, all four of them. They don't need that Urban Warfare crap to be successful."
Peyton Holland: "True, but they found an easier and faster route to the top. And they're determined to walk it all the way."
Ambra Monroe: "Khalil surely put up a great fight. Which, if I'm being honest, irritates me."
Peyton Holland: "I'm not sure I'm following..."
Ambra Monroe: "They're talented, all four of them. They don't need that Urban Warfare crap to be successful."
Peyton Holland: "True, but they found an easier and faster route to the top. And they're determined to walk it all the way."
The scene outside the rear of The Enterprise Arena is a bleak one. Single digits temperatures and driving snow make the area look more like a frozen wasteland than the site of a major wrestling event. A solitary figure stands in the snow, his black clothing a stark contrast to the falling flakes. Hammerstein has his dogcollar around his neck, the chain wrapped around his left fist. The Millennium Lockdown Title rests on his right shoulder
HAMMERSTEIN:
Growin' up in rural Mississippi, I spent most of my summers down at the creek, with my buddy, Johnny Lancaster,fishing.
We'd be there from sunup to sundown, catchin' as many fish as we could carry. When the summers were at their hottest, the fish would swim down to the deeper parts of the creek, where the water was cooler. It was tough as hell to catch fish then...
Hammerstein shifts his eyes as the memories flood his mind.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Bein' poor white trash kids, me and Johnny didn't have the money to afford the best fishin' gear...hell, we couldn't afford any fishin' gear. Old cane poles and nightcrawlers were our fishin' gear. But, we'd have fun, competin' to see who could catch the most fish. One summer, goddamn it was hot, and we couldn't catch a thing. We'd go home empty-handed for days.
One day, hell, it had to be almost ninety-nine at six thirty, I went down to the creek and Johnny was already there, pullin' the fish in almost as quickly as he dropped his line in the water. He would pull the fish out of the water, take it off the hook, throw it in his bucket. Then he would reach into his coffee can he had grab a worm, put it on the hook, toss his line back out and drag in another fish.
Hammerstein closes his eyes and smiles, perhaps recalling the wonder he felt.
HAMMERSTEIN:
I asked him, "Johnny how are you catching all those fish?" He just grinned and said,
"Jake it's with this special worms I found." Of course I was like, "Johnny, you gotta let me have some of those special worms."
Hammerstein rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
HAMMERSTEIN:
But Johnny was greedy. "Hell no, Jake," he told me, "these are my worms. Go get your own." So, in a huff, I threw my pole down and just sat down next to Johnny. I wanted to catch a lot of fish, but I was damn near mesmerized by the way he would throw his line out and go draggin' in a fish. To a twelve year old failin' fisherman, it was like magic.
But then I started noticin' somethin' weird about Johnny. He started swayin' a little bit, then he started slurrin' his words. Then, all of a sudden, Johnny just fell over. Hell, I was just a kid myself, and I was scared. I ran over to Johnny and I was like, "Johnny, Johnny, what's wrong, buddy?"
Hammerstein's voice wavers just a bit, a little emotion coming through as he recalls the childhood memories.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Johnny held his hand up and I noticed all these little bloody dots on it. It was swollen and it was discolored. I looked in that little coffee can he had his special worms in, and my blood ran cold. Those weren't worms, they were baby rattlesnakes.
Every time he stuck his hand in that coffee can, he was repeatedly tagged by those little snakes. My buddy Johnny laid in a hospital bed and suffered a day and a half before he died.
See, my buddy, Johnny Lancaster, wasn't very bright.
He cared more about the prize than he did the destruction that was heading his way. He didn't have the good sense to realize he had visited destruction upon himself by messin' with somethin' better left alone.
The Lockdown Champion stares solemnly into the camera.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Marcus Ali Jr, in a lot of ways you're just like my buddy Johnny Lancaster. When you interfered in the match with me and Melissa Reeves against Fabulous, you reached into that coffee can. You were settin' yourself up. When you punched me, and you knocked me on my ass, you reached in the can again. You were lookin' ahead to the referee raisin' your hand and givin' you this belt.
The American Monster holds up the Lockdown Title.
HAMMERSTEIN:
You refused to see the destruction you were bringin' on yourself. All you cared about was catchin' the big fish.
Hammerstein holds up the opposite end of the chain, showing the other dog collar to the camera.
HAMMERSTEIN:
But it's too late, now, Junior. You've been snakebit. The venom is fillin' your bloodstream and, like my buddy Johnny, you're gonna suffer. But you're not as fortunate as Johnny. There won't be relief from the beatin' I put on you tonight.
Hammerstein bows his head and chuckles softly. He looks back up to the camera.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Tonight, you're gonna learn a lesson.
He holds the Lockdown Title up.
HAMMERSTEIN:
When you focus on the big fish, you get yourself bit by the snake that's right next to you.
Hammerstein turns and walks in the arena, slamming the door behind him.
Lockdown Championship Match
Hammerstein's Rule: Dog Collar Match
Hammerstein © VS Marcus Ali Jr.Hammerstein's Rule: Dog Collar Match
Back to back matches for the Bad Boyz, with Marcus Ali Jr trying to take the Lockdown title from Hammerstein. Some inevitable trash talk between the two as the referee locked them at the opposite sides of the chain, raising the title high in the air. The bell eventually rang and Ali immediately grabbed the chain, yanking at it to drag Hammerstein toward him. The Lockdown champion was quick to react, planting on his feet and pulling the chain in the opposite direction. Both of them were using all their strength, but couldn’t move the opponent a inch. The chain tensed up between them, giving the fans the impression that it could break up at any point. But that obviously wasn’t the case. What did happen instead was that the champion suddenly let go of his grip on the chain, causing the opponent to awkwardly fall on his ass. Hammerstein then charged in and leveled him with a big boot to the face before he could even get up, flogging him with the chain. One lash on the chest that left Marcus writhing in pain, The American Monster was looming over the man who harassed him in the past couple of weeks, but the Bad Boy kicked him in the knee from his grounded position. Hammerstein dropped down and got hit by a thunderous knee strike right on the mush. The Bad Boy's use of the chain wasn't the most creative, but it surely was effective. Wrapped around Marcus' fist, the chain made the former boxer's punches even more lethal, and Hammerstein's swollen face was the proof. A vicious uppercut caused the champion to spit blood on the canvas. His mouth was bleeding, a crimson trickle was coming out of the nose and the left side of his face was painted in red, dripping from a deep cut above the eyebrow. Nonetheless the American Monster was still standing, now daring Ali to strike him again. When he did, he was quick to dodge it and move behind Marcus, making sure the chain was positioned right between Marcus legs. And then Hammerstein pulled it, low blowing the Bad Boy who immediately fell on his knees, his hands cupping his crotch. Hammerstein kicked him on the nape, knocking him down on his face. He then wrapped the chain around Marcus' neck and, sitting on his back, tried to choke him with it. After a couple of elbows to the face, Hammerstein had to let him go. Injuries and wounds are on the order of business in a match like this and by the end of the match, Marcus was bleeding as well. Not because of a chain shot as one could imagine, but courtesy of a vicious headbutt from the American Monster that busted his nose. Hammerstein literally made Marcus taste the steel of the chain, passing the chain around the man’s open mouth as he was gasping for air and pulling back, putting the Bad Boy in one of the most uncomfortable spots he found himself. The referee couldn’t do anything about it, but he still asked Hammerstein to let him go, feeling bad for what Marcus was going through. Eventually Hammerstein let him go, looking to end the match with the Hammersteiner. But Marcus countered the move, using a snap german suplex to turn the tides. Again his boxing background was in full display, those punches kept coming fast and hard, breaching through Hammerstein’s defense. Ali went for the killshot, the Iron Fist. But Jacob noticed that his foot was caught in the coil of a chain. He pulled at the chain with all his strength, tripping Marcus during the rotation of his discus punch. He was quick to pull him up and plant him with the Hammersteiner, once again retaining his title. WINNER: Hammerstein (STILL LOCKDOWN CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Hammersteiner), 12:43 |
Amy Maynard: "Defense number three in the books for the Lockdown champion Hammerstein."
Sir Figgles: "Why did we switch roles?"
Amy Maynard: "Excuse you?"
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, why the hell are we calling Millennium matches while Peyton and Ambra are commenting the Riot ones?"
Amy Maynard: "That's just how the set list is! It happens on every PPV!"
Sir Figgles: "I don't believe you."
Sir Figgles: "Why did we switch roles?"
Amy Maynard: "Excuse you?"
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, why the hell are we calling Millennium matches while Peyton and Ambra are commenting the Riot ones?"
Amy Maynard: "That's just how the set list is! It happens on every PPV!"
Sir Figgles: "I don't believe you."
Date: 02/01/2021
Location: The Compound, Rochester, New York
In a dimly-lit office room, Oliver Thurston-Knott sits across from Micaela. The ROTTEN leader's hair is scraped back into a bun, dressed in his usual grunge chic clothing, while Micaela is wearing a black top, mini skirt and fishnets. On the desk between them is a closed laptop, a few scrappy bits of people and a glass ashtray. OTK toys with a lighter for a moment then looks up at Micaela who is waiting patiently.
OTK:
We're making good progress in Liberty and I want to thank you for your contribution.
Micaela:
Don't thank me, there's a lot more to be done.
His expression breaks into a grin, clearly satisfied with his comrade's answer.
OTK:
Quite right. We have a Ten Year Plan to execute - ROTTEN needs to expand.
Micaela:
I've been promoting on social media, trying to connect with people on an emotional level.
OTK:
Mhm... that human connection is pivotal to our growth.
He pauses for a moment to light a cigarette. He offers one to Micaela but she waves it off.
OTK:
You know... when we were matched against each another, I saw a bright young woman who wouldn't allow the system to control her. I saw the potential to make a real difference but your development has been faster than I expected. You're becoming a leader in your own right.
She stares at him blankly, trying to work out where this is all going, while OTK takes a drag, smoke billowing into the air.
OTK:
So I want you to run an expansion. Take ROTTEN to Millennium.
She blinks a few times before a smile spreads across her face - which is then mirrored by Oliver.
OTK:
Spread our message, convert who you can and destabilize their power structure.
Micaela:
Yeah, understood... but, uh, you're not coming too?
OTK:
Oh, I will drop in from time to time but I want you to spread your wings, Micaela. You don't need me breathing down your neck.
She nods, mind racing with thoughts, and OTK sits forward in his chair.
OTK:
Relax comrade, I'll send someone with you in case things get... ugly.
Micaela:
Who do you have in mind?
Oliver ashes the cigarette and slouches back into his chair. We're interrupted by static.
"The good life is not one immune to sadness but one in which suffering contributes to our development."
Singles Match
Sledgehammer On A Pole Match
Luna (w/ West Long) VS Lucie CallawaySledgehammer On A Pole Match
Both competitors were in the ring, Lucie’s mother sledgehammer was hanging on the pole above one of the turnbuckles and Luna’s bodyguard, the Warwolf West Long, was standing outside the ring. The referee called the two contenders to the centre of the ring and reminded them of the rules of the match. No disqualifications, no count outs: the only way to win was to retrieve the sledgehammer. He then added one warning to Luna and Long. If he even touches Callaway, he’ll be immediately removed from the match. Smith protested vehemently, there goes her plan b.. She was still talking with the official when Lucie blasted her with a running single leg dropkick. West tried to enter the ring but the referee immediately threatened to send him off. Wisely he backed down, the bell rang and the match was officially underway. Lucie was already out of the ring, gathering as many chairs as she could find under the ring and tossing them over the top rope. A couple came dangerously close to Luna, one would have probably hit the dazed Star Of The Night if it wasn’t for Long moving her out of harm’s way. Callaway went back in and picked up a chair, slamming it on Luna’s back several times. By the time she was done, the steel chair was all dented and Lucie decided to get rid of it, throwing it against Long who was quick to duck it. She was clearly provoking the bodyguard, taunting him even now that she was ready to piledrive Luna on a pile of chairs. She took too much time though, and Smith reacted with a back body drop, sending the youngest champion in MWE history landing on her back. Callaway was quickly back on her feet, charging head on at Luna, who used a drop-toe-hold takedown to send her face first on the stacked chairs. Two very different approaches from the two competitors. Luna was going for the sledgehammer at any given chance, while Lucie didn’t seem too interested in ending the match, not until she made the Star Of The Night pay for what she did to her niece, Tiff Rollins. One could argue that she already did it when she busted Luna’s skull with a dreadful Nine Crimes on the chair, but her thirst for revenge wasn’t quenched yet. Showing her fondness for hardcore matches, the young girl brought a table inside the ring and set the Star Of The Night onto it, climbing up to the top rope and jumping toward her with no hesitation with the Thrillkiller (senton bomb). Luna rolled off the table and Lucie was the one who crashed through it. Slowly, Smith started crawling toward the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to pick herself up and starting to climb the corner. She was still trying to steady herself and find balance on the top rope when Lucie came back and stepped on the ropes to connect a spectacular avalanche inverted hurricanrana. Once again, both women were laying on the mat motionless. This was probably the toughest match Luna had ever been part of, if anything for the amount of punishment she had taken so far. Cleaning up some blood from her eyes, she pulled herself up for the umpteenth time and tried to get her momentum back, catching Lucie with a throat strike. Yanking the former Chicago Way champion’s hair, Luna forced her to bend over and delivered those krav maga knee strikes to Lucie’s face. Seven in total, five more than those she usually needed to set the opponent up for the overdrive neckbreaker. An enhanced version of the Upgrade that bought her enough time to try once again to retrieve the damn sledgehammer. It was right there, fingertips away. She heard Callaway calling her name and made the mistake of looking down at Lucie, who spat the black asian mist to her face. Blinded, Luna lost her balance and almost fell on the outside, desperately grabbing the pole to save herself. Lucie climbed up and tried to knock her off, West moved in position ready to grab Luna if she felt. But the Star Of The Night, from out of nowhere, pulled what could very well be the highlight of the night, a spanish fly on the outside. Long was knocked down as well in the process, but if anything he made Luna’s landing less hard, avoiding that she crashed on the concrete floor. Lucie instead wasn’t that lucky and was now lying on the cold floor motionless. West was the first of the three to recover, getting up and starting to help Luna. She could barely stand, let alone climb on the top rope and retrieve the sledgehammer. He then hoisted her up on his shoulders and climbed on the apron, stepping up on the middle rope making it all too easy for Luna to grab the object hanging from the pole. WINNER: Luna Smith BY: Sledgehammer Retrieval, 14:22 |
Peyton Holland: "Can I say I'm surprised? Lucie had the advantage in this type of match but Luna managed to get win in the end."
Ambra Monroe: "She fought well in a stipulation she wasn't clearly familiar with and earned herself a big win tonight."
Ambra Monroe: "She fought well in a stipulation she wasn't clearly familiar with and earned herself a big win tonight."
Heading backstage we find ourselves watching as Marcus Ali Jr prepares for his match later tonight. Walking into the room slapping him on his back is Clyde Eldon Jr. Marcus turns to him giving him a head nod.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
What's up Marcus. You and the guys all ready? Know Khalil, Dre' and Karib will get the job done. And I know that the two of us will be walking out of tonight as champs, no doubt.
Smirking and going for an awkward daps with Marcus. Marcus in his usual wrestling gear, wearing a black hoodie smirks.
Marcus Ali Jr:
I guess we'll be on top of the world. Who knew? Both you and I will be here, tonight, ready and set to win our respective championships.
Clyde nods with a smile rubbing both his hands.
Marcus Ali Jr:
But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I mean let's be real, The Eldon Family is up against Fabulous, a team that squeaked one over The Bad Boyz at Coup De Grace. And then I have to win the Lockdown Championship by defeating Hammerstein in a Hammerstein Rule Dog Collar match. Then on night two, our boy Omari Johnson has the opportunity to capture the Junior Heavyweight Championship.....
Marcus looks at Clyde.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Night one is all that matters.
Clyde says this clearly dismissing his Bad Boyz rival Omari. As into the room walks Karen Eldon wearing a red dress for the Valentine's occasion. Walking in she sizes up Marcus, her daughter's boyfriend.
Karen Eldon:
Well, well, well boys. Are we all ready to go?
Marcus looks at Karen.
Marcus Ali Jr:
The other half of the next MWE Tag Team Champions.
Karen smiles always a sucker for a compliment.
Marcus Ali Jr:
It's funny how everything comes full circle. At Coup De Grace, Fabulous sneaked their way out with the Tag Titles, Khalil and I should be holding right now. But hey, that would have meant it would have pitted us against each other and I wouldn’t be the next Lockdown Champion. ......Right?!
Nodding in agreement is Clyde Eldon, as his mother looks on.
Karen Eldon:
You are absolutely right Marcus. We will be Tag Champions. We are going to shut those little girls Jessica and Summer up. Show them finally why we are the best tag team in the world. You will have your gold. We will all be sitting pretty at the top of this company as we should be. But let's go get ready Clyde.
Karen seems to not want Clyde too focused on his friends rather stay focused on the tag title match ahead of them. Clyde nods his head and walks with her towards the exit.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Good luck man we got this. Bad Boyz taking all the gold.
Marcus gives him a nod of approval as the Eldon's walk out of the room together. These three all getting ready for the super important matches ahead of them.
Tag Team Match
Nightfall Rising © VS Bad Boyz (Dré Angelo & Karib Trinidad)
The rivalry between the Bad Boyz and Nightfall Rising arose from the continuous interference of Marcus Ali’s crew in Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh’s business. Donnie and Jay stepped up for their friends and became a target for their Urban Warfare tactics. Tonight the four men were locked inside a steel cage, fighting their match under tornado rules. The only way to win the match is by escaping the cage, one member of the team will suffice. One would think that the cage would favor the Bad Boyz, after all both Karib and Dré should be quite familiar with similar structures, coming from the MMA world. And at the same time, the walls surrounding the ring would definitely limit the Nightfall boys’ high flying maneuvers. But in reality, Jay and Donnie dominated the first minutes. They clearly did their homework and had the opponents scouted, managing to keep themselves away from their dangerous strikes and using their speed to counter effectively. Their chemistry was another huge advantage, not that their opponents lacked it but being in the ring at the same time exalted the Nightfall Rising characteristics. Donnie ducked Angelo’s right hook and took him down with a kick to the back of the leg, knocking him down with a running knee to the back of the head. He then went to help his tag partner, applying a full nelson to Karib and lifting him, dropping him forward into Jay’s codebreaker. Gallagher was seen flying against the cage wall, courtesy of a Biel toss from a very pissed off Angelo. Keane was holding his own against Trinidad, but when the other Bad Boy joined the fight and made it a two on one affair, there was nothing he could do. The duo was really teaching him a harsh lesson, taking turns in beating him down while the other was holding him up. Becoming the Bad Boyz’ punching bag wasn’t how Donnie was planning to spend his Saturday night, and he tried to fight back, driving his elbow on Dre’s head and breaking free from his grip. But he wasn’t quick enough to dodge Trinidad’s clothesline that turned him inside out. Jay came back into action and hit the Tattooed Angel with a shotgun dropkick that sent him against the corner. Dré charged in with a lariat but Gallagher rolled under it and backflipped into a spinning headscissors that sent Angelo head first against the crotch of his cornered partner. Talk about killing two birds with one stone! Jay wasn’t done yet and sprinted toward the corner, stepping on Angelo’s back to hit Karib with a knee to the face. Matches like this take a toll on the participants. Donnie was bleeding from his forehead after the Tattooed Demon ground his face against the steel. Dré then spotted Jay climbing the cage and decided to out-run him. Showing incredible agility he reached the edge of the cage before Jay could and had already a foot over the edge. Gallagher noticed it and hoisted himself up, standing now on the thin edge of the cage. It happened so fast, and nobody could believe what they were witnessing. Jay started running toward Angelo showing an incredible balance and, with an absolutely wreckless move, took him all the way down to the canvas with a headscissors. The fans started chanting “Holy Shit” over and over again, the titantron showing the maneuver over and over again from every possible angle. Inside the ring, nobody was moving. The first was the bloodied Keane who began his rise to the top of the cage. Trinidad instead opted for the longest, but safest way, crawling toward the cage door. Donnie’s ascent was incredibly slow, he looked exhausted and in a world of pain, but he still managed to get to the top before his opponent reached the door. Donnie sat down for a moment to take a breath, the climbing took that little energy he had left. And why wouldn’t he? Nobody was standing between him and the victory, all he had to do was to climb down on the outside… Instead, he collapsed inside the ring, for no apparent reason. Until the attention shifted to the solitary figure standing on the ramp. Clyde Eldon Jr was there and he had a sling in hand! The replay showed that the son of Karen Eldon fired something at Donnie with diabolical precision, hitting the young man on the side of the temple and knocking him off the edge. The boos were now deafening, if possible growing even louder when the referee opened the door and Trinidad dragged himself out. WINNER: The Bad Boyz BY: Cage Escape, 16:55 |
Sir Figgles: "Whoa! Great shot kid!"
Amy Maynard: "A slingshot, really? I thought I had seen everything but knocking someone off the top of the cage with a sling is..."
Sir Figgles: "Brilliant."
Amy Maynard: "Wrong. And dangerous. I hope Donnie is ok"
Sir Figgles: "He got run over by an ambulance once, he'll be fine."
Amy Maynard: "A slingshot, really? I thought I had seen everything but knocking someone off the top of the cage with a sling is..."
Sir Figgles: "Brilliant."
Amy Maynard: "Wrong. And dangerous. I hope Donnie is ok"
Sir Figgles: "He got run over by an ambulance once, he'll be fine."
The pre-recorded scene, filmed the day following the most recent edition of Riot, opens in a spacious private Gym with sand spread across the floor, and as the camera pans the reason is revealed to be a heavy bag laying torn in the corner and beside the bag, his hair dishevelled and hanging limply over his eyes, sits the Riot champion a handful of sand slowly draining between his fingers.
Henri Black:
All my life I’ve been working towards my one, my only, dream. Watching, working, fighting to stay on the path that would lead me to what I considered to be my destiny.
Lifting his head and looking across the room, the camera pans to follow his gaze and lands upon the Riot championship sitting safely on a bench before panning back to the champion.
Henri Black:
By the time anybody sees this message, it will be fifty-four days ago that I did what I said I would do, I put Glory Braddock down and took that championship from her, and oh what a champion I have been so far. Devin Hearst escaped me, my own partner turned on me and allowed Pierce manning to pin me, despite Eliza technically being the legal competitor, and last night I couldn’t even beat Lowri Moss. do you people know how many people have gotten up after the Black Sacrament like that? Because I do. I can count them on one hand with room to spare.
Henri holds up two fingers to illustrate his point.
Henri Black:
Oh, there have been others who have survived, albeit briefly, but to take one of my best shots and simply get up as if nothing had happened? That has happened only twice. When Redd, sorry I mean ‘Murica Mask, did it I could understand, a skull that thick is bound to provide some protection from the blunt impact but Lowri? I can’t wrap my head around it, it simply shouldn’t be possible.
Henri tosses the remaining sand in his hand to the floor and clapping his hands to clear any stubborn grains.
Henri Black:
This morning I caught myself staring into the mirror at my reflection and I asked myself, do I stop where I am? Do I let these setbacks, these impossibilities, hold me back?
Motioning to the torn remains of his heavy bag Henri allows a predatory smile to spread across his face.
Henri Black:
My decision is made, and this should be enough to tell you just what that decision is. I will not rest, I will not waiver and I will not be stopped. Come hell or high water, I will defend this championship against any and all who would lay claim to my throne, the story to be written will tell of the days to come and of the champion who emerged from the rubble.
Henri rises to his feet and collects the Riot championship from its perch, staring into the golden plate adorning its face.
Henri Black:
We are central to that story Pierce, you and I are going to make history and if anyone wants to stick her nose in and interfere, well, they're more than welcome to try.
Unfastening the strap, Henri slings the championship onto his shoulder and leaves the room with one final statement.
Henri Black:
But at the end of the day it is our story, and this is how it begins.
Singles Match
Jacky Rex Daniels VS Chris Constantine JuniorA rematch from the first round of the Sandstorm Energy™ Heavyweight Tournament, when the Rapscallion beat the former World Champion and advanced to the second round, where his path ended against Matt Stone courtesy of Constantine’s interference. Daniels was looking to get his payback and entered the match with a plan to embarrass CCJ with his superior technique. The pace was slow, but the match was far from boring. It was something you could show in wrestling schools, pure grappling with smooth transitions between each hold. Constantine has never been the most technical wrestler around, and he was struggling big time against Jacky. The most amusing part were his shrieks when Daniels torqued his limbs, bending them in ways they weren’t supposed to bend. To defend himself, Constantine fished in his bag of tricks and tried to gouge his eyes out. Finally free, Chris began to build some momentum relying on his simple but effective arsenal of moves, direct strikes and basic throws like suplexes and bodyslams. He managed to get a couple of two counts, but nothing to make the fans jump on their seats. Chris picked up Jacky but the Iron Fist blocked the punch and twisted his arm, hoisting the former World Champion over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and dropped him down in front of him. The match continued following the same script. Jacky, and that perhaps was the most surprising thing, was sticking to the plan without any of the fits of temper that he had been known for in the past. CCJ was tied up like a pretzel, locked in the Modern Art (grounded octopus hold) with nowhere to go. Resisting the urge to tap out there and then spoke volumes on how much this meant for Constantine, who was fighting with everything he had left, managing to free one arm He used that hand to pull Daniels’ hair to get free from the submission, using the ropes to get up when he eventually let go. Jacky charged at him and flew out of the ring when CCJ ducked and pulled the top rope down, buying himself some more time. When the Rapscallion came back into the ring, the former World champion unleashed a series of knife edge chops and sent him against the ropes with an irish whip, raising his leg for a big boot on the rebound. Some ground and pound punches that earned him a warning from the official for using closed fists and then a rear chinlock with the knee planted on the spine were the beginning of a phase of dominance for Sandstorm’s number two, with a little help from Olivia on the outside who didn’t miss the chance to choke Jacky against the bottom rope while Chris kept him distracted. CCJ was on the mat after the Ex-Oblivione and Jacky looked down at him extremely pleased with his handiwork. He hit a quick stomp to Constantine’s lower back and then picked him up off the mat. Chris threw a wild kick in an effort to get some separation but Daniels blocked it and then hammered her with a haymaker, sending the former champion staggering back a few steps. The Rapscallion tried to end things with the Master Stroke but Chris dropped down and rolled under the bottom rope before the impact, raising his arms and saying that he didn’t want any of this. He then grabbed Olivia’s hand and walked toward the backstage area, getting booed out of the building for his cowardly action. Micaela emerged from the curtain and stood on Chris’ path, crossing her arms over her chest. Two more figures walked out behind her, some may recognize them as Max and Flynn, also from ROTTEN. Constantine stopped on his track at the sight of the trio. In the meantime Jacky had left the ring as well and was charging at him. When Olivia realized it and called her husband to turn around, it was too late to avoid the clothesline that flattened him on the ramp. Daniels dragged him back to the ring and slid back in to end things. Olivia grabbed his ankle and blocked him, right under the referee’s eyes. The official had no option but to send her backstage before time but to do that, he had to turn his back on Constantine. The former World champion was quick to capitalize with a low blow and an American Strong Piledriver, obtaining a prestigious win. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 11:37 |
Peyton and Ambra were still introducing the ROTTEN member to the MWE fans when the trio stormed to the ring and unleashed hell on the former world champion. Max tackled him down while Micaela and Flynn unleashed a flurry of stomps to the former World Champion. They stopped only when a fourth figure jumped the barricade and entered the ring. That smirk on the man's face was one very familiar to the wrestling fans, one that hadn't been seen here in MWE in over two years.
XAVIER LAROUX IS BACK!
The ROTTEN trio stepped back at the sight of the former Cloud Gate champion, finally giving a break to Constantine who slowly picked himself up.
NARCOTERRORISM!
The devastating bicycle knee knocked CCJ flat on his back. Laroux just shrugged his shoulders and left the ring. With ROTTEN.
XAVIER LAROUX IS BACK!
The ROTTEN trio stepped back at the sight of the former Cloud Gate champion, finally giving a break to Constantine who slowly picked himself up.
NARCOTERRORISM!
The devastating bicycle knee knocked CCJ flat on his back. Laroux just shrugged his shoulders and left the ring. With ROTTEN.
We find ourselves in the more luxurious VIP room compared to other parts of the building but rather than finding Pierce or Megan for the moment...it seems that there’s a third person sitting on a chair instinctively glancing at the television as if he’s studying something or someone. The person in the room being Seth Iser, dressed to the nines in a black and blue variation of his three piece suit and a St. Louis Blues pin on his suit jacket which really endears him to the Chicago fanbase further. But judging by his posture he’s waiting for someone with his arms crossed. The briefcase that’s often associated with him is placed on one of the tables, a similar one to where Pierce and Megan had their championships in Coupe De Grace.
Pierce Manning walks into the VIP room with his arm wrapped around Megan’s shoulder. He is wearing a three piece navy blue suit, white button up shirt and a red tie. Megan is wearing a purple dress with heels on, her Intercontinental Championship on her free shoulder. Something is noticeably missing from Pierce, the MENTV Championship, which is understandable since he traded it in for a chance to become Riot Champion later tonight against his nemesis Henri Black. Pierce and Megan don’t make it very far when they see Seth with his arms crossed.
Seth Iser:
The Intercontinental Champion and the man who proved Vincent Moretti right the moment the TV title was created.
The veteran uncrosses his arms and his face softens slightly seeing the two people he often associated with the most on pay per view now. Though that softening is brief.
Seth Iser:
You and your nemesis one more time with the biggest stakes on the Orange Brand. Almost fitting, really. Though I should ask, where’s your head at right now? Big match and all...it’d be hard enough for even the most seasoned wrestlers in that spot.
Pierce removes his arm from around Megan’s shoulder. He tucks his hands into suit jacket pocket. Straightens his posture.
Pierce Manning:
My head is where it needs to be, on winning. It has been a long seven months. All I have been consumed with is becoming the Riot Champion. Humbling everyone who was foolish enough to think they had a one percent chance of denying me of my goal. It’s ironic. When my former Establishment associate Jenni Anderson all she spoke about was becoming Riot Champion. I used to nod my head. Pretend I believed in her pursuits. Megan reminded me that Jenni was a liability. She wasn’t on my level. Beside every great man is a great woman, that woman wasn’t Jenni. It’s Megan.
Both Megan and Pierce look at each other, smiling. He turns his attention to Seth.
Pierce Manning:
Tonight I am a three count away doing the one thing Jenni failed to do. I couldn’t think of a more fitting person to make an example out of than Henri Black. He is going to come to the realization all those months he spent chasing Glory Braddock was for a reason, to bow down to The Man.
There’s a calmness over Iser’s face as he considers all that for a moment.
Seth Iser:
I thought you’d say as much. Jenni couldn’t deal with the ambition of the sport at the end of the day; she was unable to consider what others may want for themselves. I have an inkling on what Henri could do dealing with you. Might be different than his norm considering how often you’ve been at each other’s throats. Means you might have to find something a little outside your normal tactics as well but something still in your wheelhouse.
With that the veteran reaches into his suit jacket and palms something. He holds it in such a manner that the camera can’t get a proper view of it and he hands it to Pierce while still positioning himself in such a way where the camera can’t get a view of it.
Seth Iser:
You’ve been around the block more than enough times to know how you can use something like that if you need it. Just be smart about it since you’re the challenger for now and not the champion you’re about to be yet again.
Pierce nods.
Pierce Manning:
I’m not letting seven months of hard work go down the drain. I’ll make it count.
Megan Monroe:
No, no you’re not.
Megan chimed in now as she stood next to Pierce and held his hand.
Megan Monroe:
Because we make each other better. All we’ve wanted is to see each other succeed. My ascent started with Seth Iser believing in me, taking me under his wing and teaching me the ropes. The little tricks that it takes a decade or more for some veterans to learn.
Meg looked at Seth and nodded.
Megan Monroe:
And then my growth as a wrestler and a woman continued with you, Pierce. The men I had dated before? They were jealous of my talent and confidence. They wanted me to step aside. Just like Jenni wanted you to sit in the shadows. But our relationship is different. We want to stand side by side as we dominate Millennium. I will soon show that I’m the cornerstone of this company when I beat Eliza. I will show that I’m the torch bearer. But first? First Pierce will show to the world that he is THE MAN!
Megan nodded confidently as she ran her fingers over Pierce’s shoulder.
Megan Monroe:
And you will all see that Henri is just a blip in the radar. Simply enough? You’re a transitional champion. You’re simply there to lose to Pierce Manning, who put in far more work defending the MENTV Championship to get to this point than you ever have or ever will. You don’t deserve to be Riot Champion and tonight? You will surrender that Championship to Pierce. Because he is the man and he’s a predator. You? You’re nothing but his prey.
Pierce Manning:
In twelve months nothing has changed about Henri. He was smoke and mirrors then, and he’s smoke and mirrors now. He was so desperate to make me fear him that he begged other people to sing his praises. Big in Japan he had everything going for him. Steel Cage Death Match. His forte. It took me falling on the top rope for him to get a lucky victory. He won’t have his precious cage. He won’t be able to use a weapon. Anyone with a smidgen of common sense knows I am a better wrestler than him. The truth will be self-evident when the referee hands the Riot Championship to its rightful owner. Done waiting. I’m taking my property, luck won’t be on Henri’s side.
Seth has taken the last couple of moments more to listen rather than to speak. He’s not giving away any kind of emotion on his face.
Seth Iser:
That’s the law of wrestling itself.
There is again a calmness in the veteran’s face as the attention is now focused back on him.
Seth Iser:
Henri and that damned egomaniac Eliza, well...they won’t have as much to worry about after these two nights are over. Henri’ll be emancipated of his championship and Eliza’ll show that she still has a long way to go before she’s approaching the name Monroe. No--
Before he continues Seth sneers at someone further away. Rather than say anything he takes a couple of steps toward this person before we pan over and see that it is a security guard there. He has a can of Sandstorm Energy, a common sight from the tournament. Seth’s calmness is gone.
Seth Iser:
What the hell is wrong with you, boy?
The security guard goes to answer Seth’s question but Iser just raises his hand to cut him off.
Seth Iser:
Don’t answer that, the people want to watch the matches and not hear you rattle off the entire laundry list of what’s wrong with you.
With a sigh, Seth snatches the energy drink away from the security guard before he returns to where he was standing and in a brief fit of anger, he puts the can down on the floor and crushes it under his dress shoe with his right foot. The adrenaline from the anger could hide whatever pain he’s in but he then ends up kicking the can away from sight.
Seth Iser:
Before we were rudely interrupted...they’re going to be crushed like that damn can was. I know for a fact once these shows are done that a bigger target is going to be on our backs. We all welcome that challenge.
The face is stern as he is considering all of that.
Seth Iser:
Exitus Acta Probat. Or in English, the result justifies the deed. Let’s not be afraid to use all of our tools both nights. Hell, we’ll teach those boys over at Sandstorm how to properly execute a plan and then tie up the loose ends. They have numbers, Eliza has a legacy to live up to with who she married, Henri has the pressure of living up to the gold he’s won. But us? To bottomline it all...
For the first time we get a look at his smirk at long last, devious in nature.
Seth Iser:
We will be the triumvirate that rules over all. And everything at the end of the day has to come through us.
It’s that conclusion where the camera starts to fade away from this trio who still have some things to discuss and now the security guard who dared to have the soda is now going to get chewed out further but we’re not going to see the entirety of that part.
Riot Championship Match
Henri Black © VS Pierce ManningRiot championship on the line in this match between Henri Black and the first ever MENTV champion Pierce Manning who earned his opportunity by cashing in his title after five successful defenses. This was the first one for Henri instead, and he sure as hell didn’t want to go in the history books as the first Riot champion with no successful defenses under his belt. The two locked up and Black immediately drove him into the corner and started peppering with body shots. Manning tried to protect himself, but whenever he covered his ribs, Henri would hit a quick jab to the face and the moment he raised the arms, the Blackstar went back with those quick punches to the abdomen. Finally the champion gave him a break, launching him all the way across the ring with an irish whip and charging in. Manning raised his foot, a predictable counter Henri saw coming from a mile and easily blocked. He then pushed the leg down and blasted him with a stiff forearm, setting the stunned Manning up on the top rope. Henri went for a superplex but the opponent blocked his attempt by hanging tightly on the rope and hitting Black with quick punches to the ribs. But it was a sudden headbutt that broke the deadlock, knocking the champion down. He then swooped down on him with a double axe handle, following with a series of furious stomps. Manning then picked him up and tried to take his head off with a forearm smash to the face. Henri fell back into a corner and Pierce hammered him with a half dozen more forearm shots that completely rattled the Riot champion. For the following minutes Pierce kept control, keeping constant pressure on the champ with relentless strikes and moves like his trademark rotating belly to back suplex side slam, relying on the strategy that allowed him to pace himself and defend the MENTV championship successfully five times during the seven months span of his title reign. But as effective as it might be, that grew old soon against a world class competitor and former World champion like Henri Black. The Blackstar came into this match prepared and waited for the right moment to counter Pierce’s offense, blocking his arm and twisting it into a hammerlock. He kept him there for a few moments, ducking a back elbow and pulling The Man into a ripcord lariat that turned him inside out. Henri kept him grounded with a series of stomps to the chest, before mounting the challenger and feeding him some shots to the face. The very aggressive champion then flat out slammed the opponent’s head into the canvas several times before picking him up, dazed and barely able to stand. Henri measured him up and spun around for the stiffest discus lariat, leveling the challenger and obtaining a long two count. How the tables had turned! Henri now waited until his opponent got up and locked his arms around Manning’s waist for the first of his triple german suplexes. The trifecta was completed, but Black didn’t seem intentioned to go for the pin. Instead, he went for a big boot to the back of the head, knocking Pierce down right when he began to stir. Everybody thought this one was over when the champion connected his Black Diamond (V-Trigger knee), but Pierce didn’t come all this way to give up so easily. Still, he had a long way to go to change the course of this match, and it got even worse after the champion hit him good with an elbow to the face that cut the challenger open. With a sadistic grin on his face Henri went to target the wound with sharp lefts and rights from a mounting position. The cut grew wider, blood began dripping down Pierce’s face and it woke something within the challenger. He picked himself up and literally got in Henri’s face, the champion didn’t even flinch and swung with a right punch to the face, blocked and countered by Manning. A second one suffered the same fate, and the same happened when Henri tried it for a third time. The counter punch caught the champion flush on the jaw and staggered him, giving Manning the chance to feed him some knife edge chops to set him up for the hangman neckbreaker. Black avoided defeat and kicked out with authority, showing that he still had a lot of fight left in his tank. But all that energy and fighting spirit in the champion was wiped away by a single running knee strike to the side of the head. The champ went down, but Pierce wasn’t taking any chance, hoisting him up (not without some struggle since Black was pretty much deadweight at this point) and connecting his To Be The Man. The fans watched in silence as Pierce made the cover and picked up the three. And with that, the Riot championship. WINNER: Pierce Manning (NEW RIOT CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (TBTM), 18:30 |
Sir Figgles: "I KNEW IT! I knew that Henri Black was a flake!"
Amy Maynard: "I don't know, something seems off to me..."
Sir Figgles: "Don't even start, Amy. Look, I get it, you're a single mother, he's a good looking fella, tomorrow is Valentine's Day..."
Amy Maynard: "What the f.. Heck?"
Sir Figgles: "I'm saying, take your shot if you want. But don't come up with excuses, he lost. Plain and simple."
Amy Maynard: "He got wiped out with one knee strike. We're talking about a man who survived hellacious matches, I don't buy it.."
Pre-recorded…
“The following has been paid for by Collins Incorporated on behalf of your FABULOUS World Tag Team Champions…”
We open around the setting of a warm fireplace. As the camera pans out we can get a better view of where we are, and that is an elegant living room area with cream colored walls and gorgeous red carpeting. There is a beautiful white sofa off to the side, but just close enough to where whoever sits there can feel the warmth from the fireplace. A few moments later and Summer Collins emerges into view. The elegant rich heiress is wearing a fancy short black dress and has her GCW Global Tag Team Championship title belt draped over her left shoulder and the MWE World Tag Team Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder. A confident grin is etched across her lovely face as she sits down on the sofa.
Summer Collins:
Being a proud representative of not just one but two companies as their single best tag team is a tough job, but someone has to do it.
She snaps her fingers. A butler walks into the scene carrying a glass of red wine. Summer takes the glass. The butler leaves and Summer takes a sip.
Summer Collins:
Jess and I have been doing that job since day one. Since day one when the two of us became a tag team in late 2012. Karen and Clyde think that they can do the job that we’ve done better than us? Bitch, please. Get a clue and learn how to do your job. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, learn a little more about the business, then come back and we’ll talk. But you didn’t debut until 2020. We have 8 years of experience on your pathetic asses. Jessica and I know how to get the job done when it counts because we have done so on multiple occasions. And at Domino Effect we will walk in...and walk out...as both the GCW Global Tag Team Champions and MWE World Tag Team Champions. We clearly know what we’re doing in that ring but you? What do you know? What is it that you do?
Collins pauses, she doesn’t answer. The reason for the pause is because she is going to let her tag team partner, “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz, answer for her. The Archangel emerges stage right wearing a tight green dress. Like Summer she has her GCW Global Tag Team Championship title belt draped over the left shoulder while her MWE World Tag Team Championship title belt is draped over the right shoulder. Jessica sits down on the sofa next to Summer, who then snaps her fingers. The butler returns with another glass of red wine. Jessica takes the wine and she too takes a sip as the butler makes his exit.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I will tell you exactly what it is that you do...you disrespect everyone who has ever came before you. You are new to this business, you just debuted last year and you think everything should be handed to you on a silver platter. Now yes, Summer and I enjoy this FABULOUS lifestyle, but we did not always have this. We fought like hell to earn it. For eight years we have battled each and every tag team to have ever been put before us, we have fought the best and beat them all, we have earned the respect of our peers. Now on Millennium I kicked your ass backstage, Karen. I did it because you pushed me too far. I kicked your ass because you have given us no respect whatsoever. You won’t even have the decency to pretend as if this match is worth watching. You run Summer and myself down to the point that if viewers were to take you at face value then what’s the point of even watching?
Summer Collins:
Those in the know call that a ‘burial’...
Jessica Lasiewicz:
In your pathetic little promos you buried Melissa Reeves. You buried Singh and Adellson. You bury us. What good does that do in the rare...and believe me, when it comes to two fools like you it is RARE...instance that you win, when you bury your opponents like that? What does that prove? You think it makes you cool and hip to bury everyone? We’re going to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Collins smirks knowingly.
Summer Collins:
Karen and Clyde are worthless. They have no talent. They cannot win a damn thing on their own. We know it, everyone on both MWE brands know it, and at Domino Effect Jessica and I are going to prove it. We are going to tear away the veil and expose the two of you as the frauds that you are when we kick your asses from bell to bell.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
And after we win I am certain that you will make some sort of excuse as you two always do; maybe you’ll say you were sick? Or maybe you’ll make some excuse about how we cheated in some fashion? That’s another thing you’re good at...you’re real good at making excuses. You’re very creative with those excuses. Hell, your excuses are more creative and fantastical than the batshit crazy theories used by Trump supporters claiming Biden stole the election. But you know what Eldons? Make up all the excuses you want if it makes you feel better but at the end of the day the fact is that we will still be the MWE World Tag Team Champions and you two will still be pathetic, loud mouth, noobs.
Summer Collins:
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is absolutely FABULOUS!
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
Fabulous © VS The Eldon Family
Peyton Holland: “First title defense for Jessica and Summer, against the newest addition to the tag division, The Eldon Family.” Ambra Monroe: “Karen and Clyde may be new to the scene, and they certainly lack the experience of a navigated team such as Fabulous. But one way or another, they are here tonight, fighting for the gold.” Peyton Holland: “A fast rise to the top, taking every possible shortcut… But The Eldons’ impact on the tag division it’s undeniable.” Ambra Monroe: “We’ll see how they’ll do tonight, when the stakes are the highest. Will they overcome the odds and accomplish what many people deem impossible? Or will they crumble under pressure?” Peyton Holland: “Ow! I think they’re most likely to crumble under Jessica’s blows.” The match hadn’t even started yet, Rumchata was still announcing the defending champions. But Lasiewicz cut right to the chase, blasting Karen with the Our Lady Peace bicycle kick. Summer shrugged her shoulders and delivered a superkick to the shocked Clyde’s face, Both the Eldons rolled out of the ring, but if they thought they were safe there, they’d be in for a big surprise. A quick glance exchanged, a nod of their head and the tag champion launched themselves through the ropes, taking the mother and son duo out with a double suicide dive.They then began pounding the opponents with hard strikes on the outside, the referee giving up only hope to give this match a traditional start and rang the bell anyway. Summer tossed Clyde against the barricade, the young man hitting the protective barrier shoulder first with a thud, and turned around, ready to receive Karen with a stunner after Jessica sent her that way with another bicycle kick. Peyton Holland: “The Golden Kiss Of Death!” Ambra Monroe: “And now Summer is dragging Karen back in the ring… This match could be over before it really even started!” The referee started to count, coming really close to the three before Karen managed to kick out, to the disappointment of the fans. Collins was on a warpath as he got Eldon up to her feet and whipped her into her team corner. She charged in but Karen got her boot up and caught her in the face. Summer turned and staggered to the middle of the ring, Jessica touched her arm for the sneak tag that Karen completely missed, keeping her focus on Collins who had now her back turned on her. The obnoxious woman attacked Summer with a back rake and that was when she felt Jessica tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and… Peyton Holland: “A THIRD Our Lady Peace! My God!” This one was, if possible, even harder than the previous two. Karen literally flew on the mat, Lasiewicz went straight to make the cover, but right before the referee counted the three, Clyde dragged her out of the ring and saved his mother. Not only, he grabbed Jessica’s arm and whipped her with such force that he fell on the ground as well. The impact against the ring post was dreadful, Jessica went down like a ton of bricks, blood dripping from the forehead. But, most importantly, she wasn’t moving. Karen took all the time she could to recover, letting the referee count until seven. That was probably when the realization that a count out win wouldn’t give them the titles kicked in, and she rushed on the outside, dragging Lasiewicz up to her feet and sliding her under the bottom rope. She made the cover, but the champion kicked out a millisecond before the three. Karen yelled at the referee and made another pinfall attempt, the kick out coming at two in half this time. A third attempt only gave her a full two, and it was clear that, if she wanted to keep Jessica down, she actually had to put some work in. Ambra Monroe: “Jessica managed to kick out, but you have to wonder how much more is left in her after that tremendous impact.” Peyton Holland: “Not much I’d assume… And whatever little is left, it’s getting beaten out of her by the Eldons.” Karen and Clyde teamwork was on full display, taking full advantage of the fact that Jessica was pretty much out on her feet. Summer had to intervene in at least two circumstances to break up the pinning predicaments, after a second rope frog splash by Karen and their Stimulus Check (double ddt). She then started to rhythmically beat her hand on the top turnbuckle to try rally her partner up, and the fans did their part too, chanting the Archangel’s name. As often happens in these situations, this seemed to work and Lasiewicz came back with a second wind. Her strikes, weak at first, grew in intensity and force, helping her create some separation between herself and CEJ. Enough to drop him down with the In Your Dreams (swinging fisherman neckbreaker) and reach Summer in the corner. Collins entered and stopped Clyde before he could reach his mother, hitting a german suplex. Well aware that she was in this all alone, at least until her partner recovers from the beating. She immediately slowed down the pace, taking the fight to the mat where she had the clear advantage and could easily keep CEJ grounded and at the same time wear him down with her vast arsenal of submissions. STF, bow and arrow, armbar… Summer was smoothly flowing from one to the other without giving the opponent a chance to even try to escape them. Then she raised the bar, going for one of her most deadly submissions, the Million Dollar Dream sleeper hold. Peyton Holland: “This can be the turning point of the match.. It looks like Clyde is passing out!” Ambra Monroe: “He wouldn’t be the first to submit to the Million Dollar Dream, Summer put so many competitors, even more experienced than Clyde, has fallen to it.” The young Eldon started feeling droopy, the forces abandoning him as Summer tightened the grip. Karen solved the problem by entering the ring and clubbing Collins from behind, forcing the break. Jessica had rested enough to get in and charged with another Our Lady Peace, but this time Eldon saw it coming and moved out of the way, slipping behind her shoulders and jumping on her back with a backstabber. The referee asked Karen to leave the ring, but the woman had no intentions to. She grabbed Summer’s shoulder and spun her around, connecting with a sounding slap to the cheek and followed with a knee to the face. The Can I Speak To Your Manager wasn’t as effective as it has been in the past, she had to rush it with a jumping knee instead of the usual running version and she couldn’t quite get all of it. Collins stumbled back and dropped on one knee, quickly picking herself up right in time to spot Clyde charging in with his running spear and avoid it with a leapfrog. Ambra Monroe: “There goes the referee..” Peyton Holland: “Bad positioning for the official, getting the full blast of Clyde’s spear.” Ambra Monroe: “And now it’s free for all.” Stock Market Crash on Clyde, a second Can I Speak To Your Manager from Karen on Summer, Pure Deformation (skull crushing finale) on the Eldon Woman and a For You Dad spear from the returning CEJ on the Archangel. All four were down, five counting the referee. Karen was the first to stir up, she watched the situation and decided to take advantage of it. Peyton Holland: “She’s going for the purse…” Eldon had a wide smirk on her face as she grabbed her infamous purse from the corner. She headed straight for Collins, who was the legal member of Fabulous with the clear intention of taking her out and dealing with the already weakened Lasiewicz after. But Jessica was getting up to her feet, standing between Karen and her tag partner to prevent Eldon from striking. The challenger threatened the champion, who didn’t even flinch and actually grabbed the purse instead, snatching it from the woman’s hand. Karen then dropped down on the mat, covering her face with her hands while Jessica stared at her in confusion. Then it immediately dawned on her and she turned around and found herself face to face with the referee. He looked at her, then at the purse in her hand, and then again at Karen laying flat on her back. He put two and two together, disqualifying Fabulous despite Lasiewicz’ protests. WINNER: The Eldon Family (STILL MWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: FABULOUS) BY: DQ, 16:15 |
Ambra Monroe: "That was pretty smart of Karen, I must admit. If they lost, even by DQ, they would have waisted the title opportunity. But the records tonight say that they hold a win against the champion."
Peyton Holland: "And you think Elsa will give them another match? She definitely saw what we all did..."
Ambra Monroe: "I don't know, what I'm saying is that even the smallest hope is better than none."
Peyton Holland: "Hmm, I guess that's true."
Peyton Holland: "And you think Elsa will give them another match? She definitely saw what we all did..."
Ambra Monroe: "I don't know, what I'm saying is that even the smallest hope is better than none."
Peyton Holland: "Hmm, I guess that's true."
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
“Red. White. Blue. Neck. Skin. Collar creek squad
Some people keep it gangster I just keep it country oh lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I ain’t have no handout, I was grabbin the back of dreams”
The black, murdered out, Range Rover came pulled into the loading area of the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. The lights cut off. Music heard before cutting completely.
“Everybody sittin, pointin, laughin
I was runnin chasing shit
Now they jaws on the ground lookin like they hatin bitch”
The door opens as Duke steps out of the drivers side. His beard was trimmed which was something that was unexpected from our future MWE World Champion.
The cold bite in the air exposing his breath as he exhales. Alan Envy climbing out of the passenger side. The two share a nod before Duke turns and faces the camera.
Duke Andrews:
The main event tonight. Dev, ya ready?!
Duke smirks as he grabs his bags from the backseat. Tossing one bag over his shoulder of his duck camo hooded sweatshirt. “American Savage” written in red white and blue on the front. The black leather jacket helping keep somewhat warm.
Duke Andrews:
Feels like home.
He tosses his keys to one of the stage hands. Who looked puzzled.
Duke Andrews:
Don’t fucking scratch it
Dragging his wheeled bag behind him as he reaches the door.
Duke Andrews:
Chicken Willys grandson with the tattoos. He’s finally getting his shot.
The steel door slams behind him.
Duke Andrews:
I’ve been here for two years and all I asked was for a shot. I’ve seen them come and go. I’ve been the constant in this place and never got my shot. I never got that chance. I had to carry the McMillions. Then I had to carry Constantine. I finally had enough. When he wanted to play with you, that was it.
Duke sighed as he nodded at some stage hand before leaning against a road crate.
Duke Andrews:
Dev, you need to understand that this, this little dance tonight
His finger twirls around.
Duke Andrews:
This was bound to happen at some point in time. As much as you never wanted it because you know the outcome. You tried to throw everything in my way. Dread? Check. Wilkow? Check. Dustin...Soon!
A long exhale from Duke as he jumps up and sits on the crate.
Duke Andrews:
To be honest I was shocked Elsa said what she said. I mean, it’s been two years of nothing but management bucking me or looking the other way when this type of thing happens. But boy, that really takes the wind out of your sails doesn’t it? Knowing that Constantine can’t come down and try and hit me with the brass knuckles. Wilkow will get fired if he tries to roid rage me. Dread will get tossed if he wants to take out his baton and beat me with it. You’re screwed, Dev, you are. You have to finish this on your own, and you can’t. That should scare the fuck outta you. For the last two months you’ve thrown everything at me. And I’m still standing with a god damn smile on my face. And where you been? Hiding in Rykers closet?
The grin on Dukes face fades.
Duke Andrews:
I promised you I would hurt you. One by one. This? This is the end of it. Physically hurting you for what you’ve done to Kelsey, and the rest of the MWE locker room, that ain’t enough. Taking the one thing that gives you power, that’s where it hurts.
Duke slips off the crate and grabs his bag.
Duke Andrews:
By the way, the Duke Andrews Meat Hook flavor Shitstorm, I want my money
“Red. White. Blue. Neck. Skin. Collar creek squad
Some people keep it gangster I just keep it country oh lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I ain’t have no handout, I was grabbin the back of dreams”
The black, murdered out, Range Rover came pulled into the loading area of the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. The lights cut off. Music heard before cutting completely.
“Everybody sittin, pointin, laughin
I was runnin chasing shit
Now they jaws on the ground lookin like they hatin bitch”
The door opens as Duke steps out of the drivers side. His beard was trimmed which was something that was unexpected from our future MWE World Champion.
The cold bite in the air exposing his breath as he exhales. Alan Envy climbing out of the passenger side. The two share a nod before Duke turns and faces the camera.
Duke Andrews:
The main event tonight. Dev, ya ready?!
Duke smirks as he grabs his bags from the backseat. Tossing one bag over his shoulder of his duck camo hooded sweatshirt. “American Savage” written in red white and blue on the front. The black leather jacket helping keep somewhat warm.
Duke Andrews:
Feels like home.
He tosses his keys to one of the stage hands. Who looked puzzled.
Duke Andrews:
Don’t fucking scratch it
Dragging his wheeled bag behind him as he reaches the door.
Duke Andrews:
Chicken Willys grandson with the tattoos. He’s finally getting his shot.
The steel door slams behind him.
Duke Andrews:
I’ve been here for two years and all I asked was for a shot. I’ve seen them come and go. I’ve been the constant in this place and never got my shot. I never got that chance. I had to carry the McMillions. Then I had to carry Constantine. I finally had enough. When he wanted to play with you, that was it.
Duke sighed as he nodded at some stage hand before leaning against a road crate.
Duke Andrews:
Dev, you need to understand that this, this little dance tonight
His finger twirls around.
Duke Andrews:
This was bound to happen at some point in time. As much as you never wanted it because you know the outcome. You tried to throw everything in my way. Dread? Check. Wilkow? Check. Dustin...Soon!
A long exhale from Duke as he jumps up and sits on the crate.
Duke Andrews:
To be honest I was shocked Elsa said what she said. I mean, it’s been two years of nothing but management bucking me or looking the other way when this type of thing happens. But boy, that really takes the wind out of your sails doesn’t it? Knowing that Constantine can’t come down and try and hit me with the brass knuckles. Wilkow will get fired if he tries to roid rage me. Dread will get tossed if he wants to take out his baton and beat me with it. You’re screwed, Dev, you are. You have to finish this on your own, and you can’t. That should scare the fuck outta you. For the last two months you’ve thrown everything at me. And I’m still standing with a god damn smile on my face. And where you been? Hiding in Rykers closet?
The grin on Dukes face fades.
Duke Andrews:
I promised you I would hurt you. One by one. This? This is the end of it. Physically hurting you for what you’ve done to Kelsey, and the rest of the MWE locker room, that ain’t enough. Taking the one thing that gives you power, that’s where it hurts.
Duke slips off the crate and grabs his bag.
Duke Andrews:
By the way, the Duke Andrews Meat Hook flavor Shitstorm, I want my money
MWE World Championship Match
No Disqualifications
Devin Hearst © VS Duke AndrewsNo Disqualifications
Ambra Monroe: “It’s time for the main event, ladies and gentlemen! The King Of Riot, The Leader and Founder of Sandstorm, the MWE World Heavyweight champion Devin Hearst taking on the Epitome Of Perfection Duke Andrews.” Amy Maynard: “Two months ago, Hearst shocked the MWE Universe and robbed Kelsey Spencer of the title in a triple threat match that looked more like an ambush when he and Constantine double teamed the former champion, giving birth to the monster that is Sandstorm Inc.” Sir Figgles: “Boo-hoo who cares? She’s gone, and we finally have a worthy champion, and tonight we’ll see him stomping Duke’s head like the snake he is.” Peyton Holland: “He’ll have to do it alone though, for a change. Elsa made it clear, anyone who interferes tonight will be fired immediately.” The referee called the two competitors to the middle of the ring, reminding them that the only rule tonight is that there are no rules. He asked Devin to hand him the title, the champion gave it a close look and taunted Duke by raising the strap in his face… And hit him with it. Duke went down, caught completely off guard by the sudden strike. And that was just the beginning. Quick as lightning, Hearst was on top of him, a storm of lefts and rights raining down on his face. Andrews managed to protect himself from most of them, but some still breached through his guard. When he eventually managed to shrug the champion off, he had a busted lip. Andrews spat some blood on the canvas, asking Devin ”Is this everything you got?” The champion didn’t lose his cool, these mind games were beneath him. ”Show me what YOU got!” He cockily answered and dared Andrews to hit him instead. And so he did, a kick right on the balls. Ambra Monroe: “That was… not what Devin was expecting.” The champion went down on his knees, hands on his jewels and a curious mix of pain, anger and surprise on his face as he stared at his opponent who promptly fed him with a Killshot (V-Trigger knee). He left him lying there, heading toward the corner instead to remove the protective padding and expose the turnbuckle. The World Champion tried to rally back with a forearm smash but Dukei evaded it and took Macbeth over with a half nelson suplex. Devin got right back up and that was when Michigan’s Favorite Son tried for the Crossroads (Leghook Reverse STO) but Devin quickly countered with some elbows to the side of the head and left the challenger rocked near the ropes. A running Yakuza kick sent Duke through the ropes and on the floor outside with a thud. Goes without saying, Hearst followed him right away. Sir Figgles: “This is where the fun begins. No disqualification and no count-outs, Hearst can dispose of him however he sees fit.” Slowly and methodically, taking his time to taunt the fans and slap away a Monster energy drink from one of the fans yelling at him to drink Sandstorm instead, Devin approached the opponent who, by then, had enough time to recuperate and grab a fire extinguisher from under the ring, keeping it hidden from Dev’s sight. When the champion walked within range, Duke emptied it on him, covering Hearst in white powder. Hearst was too busy getting iit off his face and eyes, and he never saw Andrews smashing the tank on his head. The champion went down, Andrews picked him up in a fireman’s carry position and rolled him back in the ring, hooking the leg for a cover but only getting a count of two. Striking the iron while it was hot, Duke carved a hole in the champion’s chest with his Red Wing Stomp series before going to pick him up once again. Hearst defiantly spat on his face, which only pissed Duke off even more. Andrews put the sole of his boot on the World champion’s face and pushed him back on the canvas. Using a knee drop to frustrate his attempt to get up on his own forces, the Epitome Of Perfection then picked him up the leader of Sandstorm Inc over his shoulder and began to run toward the corner, the one with the unprotected turnbuckle. His idea was clear, throwing Devin like a dart against the exposed metal, but the champion managed to slip away and push Duke against it instead. The challenger managed to slow down and stop before crashing, but when he turned around he received a bicycle kick right to the mush that sent him against it anyway. Hitting the back of his head against the corner opened a cut on Andrews’ skull. Peyton Holland: “Duke was the one who tore the protective pad earlier, and now it came back and bit him in the ass.” Amy Maynard: “That cut looks pretty nasty…” Duke was aware of it, the look of concern on his face when he looked at his own hand painted in red after touching the back of his head. But, most importantly, Hearst realized it as well and he was ready to capitalize on it to finish things between them. He reached the corner and began to chop the weakened opponent, talking trash between blows. He then doubled him over with a knee strike to the mid section and dragged him out of the corner, dropping his elbow to the cut on the back of Duke’s head with all his force. The challenger went down face first, the champion looked at him and started laughing. Always the showman, Devin signaled that this one was over with the throat slash gesture before ending Duke with the Night Rider (surfboard curb stomp). Sir Figgles: “What did I say? Easy as pi… whaaaaat? Amy Maynard: “HE KICKED OUT! I don’t know how but he did!” The referee was trying to explain to Hearst that Duke raised his shoulder right before the three, but the champ wasn’t buying it. He kept pointing at Andrews on the mat, and the fact that he wasn’t moving. But the official assured him that he did kick out, and the replay on the tron proved him right. Devin took out his frustration on the ref, knocking him out cold with a murderous right. After kicking Andrews on the ribs, Hearst rolled out of the ring and retrieved a chair that he then wrapped around Duke’s neck. With the referee still down and no substitute coming out to replace him, there was nobody who could even try to discourage the World champion for climb on the top rope and attempt to murder the opponent with a double foot stomp onto the chair. Luckily for him, Duke rolled out of the way just in time. And, icing on the cake, his opponent seemed to have tweaked his knee on the landing. Andrews noticed it and, after taking the chair off his neck and throwing it on Hearst’s face, took the champion down with a chop block. Ambra Monroe: “The champ is in trouble now. Duke just grabbed the chair and he’s aiming at that knee…” A deaf thud anticipated a scream of agony as the chair lowered on Devin’s knee with great force. The champion began squirming in pain, holding the knee. Little difference it made for Andrews who swung the chair a second time, hitting Hearst’s hands and the knee under them. He obviously had to let his leg go, the pain in his hands became his main focus for the moment as he tried to move all ten fingers, making sure none of them was broken. That didn’t seem the case, they were moving just fine. But he didn’t even have the time to find relief in it that a third chair shot blasted his knee. Satisfied, Duke threw the chair out of the ring and went straight for a submission. A peculiar figure four leglock. Amy Mainard: “That looks a lot like Chris Constanitine’s Red White And Tap Out!” Ambra Monroe: “Nice touch, there would be some poetic justice in taking the title from him with his best friend’s final move.” There was still no referee who could call the match, if needed. Not that Hearst looked like he was going to tap out, despite the excruciating pain he had to be in it. He started crawling back toward the nearby ropes, forcing the break by slipping under the bottom rope and falling on the floor outside. Finally a second official came out, rushing to the ring while the two contenders were brawling on the outside. Duke noticed it and, after destroying the announcers’ table by putting Devin through it, dragged the champion back in the ring and nailed him with the Andrews Effect. Just like Duke did before, Devin miraculously kicked out right before the three. And just like Hearst did before, Andrews took it out on the poor referee, sending him in Dreamland with a headbutt after a long argument about being too slow in his counting. Peyton Holland: “This is getting ridiculous…” Sir Figgles: “You mean great! What happens if we run out of referees? Are they just going to fight until only one can stand?” Amy Maynard: “I don’t know, but hopefully we won’t get to that point..” Ambra Monroe: “You know, part of me wants to see them trying that stunt with THIS referee…” He was wearing a striped shirt, but you could tell from a mile that Seth Iser was the one walking down the ramp. The grizzled veteran might not be cleared to compete, but nobody ever said anything about officiating a match! Rumchata made it official, announcing that the match will now continue with Iser as the special guest referee. Duke didn’t seem too happy with it, and the same could be said about Hearst when he shook off his dizziness and realized what happened. A right punch to the back of the head brought the champion’s attention on what really mattered, his opponent. The duo traded hard fists, Hearst got the slightest advantage in the end with a lucky punch but when he went to lift Duke for the Desperado, his leg gave up on him, and he had to drop the Epitome Of Perfection down. Andrews went immediately for the Crossroads and this time it connected, but the subsequent pinning predicament only gave him a two count. He tried to protest, but a look from Iser made him change his mind. Peyton Holland: “It’s been almost thirty minutes, how in the world are they still going?” Both of them were barely standing at this point, Seth thoughtfully checked on both of them if they were fit to continue, but their answers weren't as polite. Duke missed another Killshot, Devin went for the Sunset Rider but Andrews resisted the pedigree attempt. That was when the champion pulled out the ace from his sleeve, or rather his boot. Carefully hidden inside it and ready to use in moments of need like this was Dreadnought’s expandable baton. Hearst introduced Duke to the same weapon that the giant of Sandstorm used to take out his friend Nina, and dropped him down. Just to be extra sure, Hearst went for a second Night Rider. Amy Maynard: “What the heck?” Ambra Monroe: “It’s happening Amy…” Seth Iser kicked Devin in the stomach and dropped him on his head with the Deprivation DDT! A quick nod at Rumchata who quickly announced that Seth was cashing in his briefcase! The fans didn’t know how to react. Seth wasn’t exactly one of their favorites but neither were Duke or Devin. Some cheered on the Dirtiest Player In The Game, some opted to boo him, others chose silence. All of them though were aware of the magnitude of this moment. Duke was out, Hearst was laying flat on his back. Sandstorm, Envy and everyone else were banned from interfering. Wrestling’s Greatest Mind, The Ultimate Hunter Seth Iser was three seconds away from winning the World Title. And he spent them with that grin on his face, the smile of someone who, once again, got away with it and took the top prize of the company in the process. WINNER: Seth Iser (NEW MWE WORLD CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 30:57 |
Ambra Monroe:
We have a new world champion!
Sir Figgles:
He wasn't even cleared to compete, this is a travesty!
Peyton Holland:
He wasn't, but I guess the briefcase gave him the power to overrule that decision.
Amy Maynard:
Guys seriously. It's Seth Iser we're talking about. He probably came up with his plan five minutes after being told that he couldn't compete, he studied all the details and came up with a bulletproof plan. More than one, probably.
Ambra Monroe:
Nothing left to chance when it comes to Wrestling's Greatest Mind.
Peyton Holland:
And our new World Champion. Anyway, this is it for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Join us tomorrow for night 2 of Domino Effect!
We have a new world champion!
Sir Figgles:
He wasn't even cleared to compete, this is a travesty!
Peyton Holland:
He wasn't, but I guess the briefcase gave him the power to overrule that decision.
Amy Maynard:
Guys seriously. It's Seth Iser we're talking about. He probably came up with his plan five minutes after being told that he couldn't compete, he studied all the details and came up with a bulletproof plan. More than one, probably.
Ambra Monroe:
Nothing left to chance when it comes to Wrestling's Greatest Mind.
Peyton Holland:
And our new World Champion. Anyway, this is it for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Join us tomorrow for night 2 of Domino Effect!