Post by gvb on Apr 13, 2021 14:04:47 GMT -6
Riot in Oregon
Live from the Memorial Coliseum in Portland, OR
Sunday, April 11th, 2021
The lights in the arena dim momentarily before a wall of golden pyrotechnics fall from the scaffolding. As the sparks begin to fade the tron lights up and Ravenhead by Orden Ogan begins to play throughout the arena.
After a handful of moments Henri Black, already dressed in his Ring gear despite his match being the main event steps through the curtain and makes his way to ringside where he carefully places the Riot championship directly infront of Sir Figgles, admonishing him to watch it carefully and eliciting a mad cackle from Amy Maynard at her partners obvious discomfort, before he collects a microphone and slides into the ring.
Henri Black:
Well, here we are again. It’s feels like I was out here only yesterday to celebrate winning the Riot championship for the first time, and now I’m the first Two Time Riot champion in MWE history. Hardly the way I wanted to make history, but it is what it is.
Henri reaches up and rubs at the bandage covering the twelve stitches that were required to close the gash caused by Pierce Manning’s chairshot.
Henri Black:
But there’s been something bugging me since Dark Web, so I watched back over the footage of that Last Man Standing match with Pierce Manning and I noticed something that shocked me to my very core… so I want you all to watch with me and try and pick it you, I need you all to tell me if I’m crazy or not.
Henri motions to the screen and a video package showcasing the highlights of the match begins to play, set to the sound of Hammerfalls last man standing, as he leans on the rops and nods along to the music.
As the package comes to a close Henri stands up straight again and looks around to the fans.
Henri Black:
Did anybody spot it? No? Well here’s the deal… Pierce Manning very nearly won that match, MY match. It’s incredible what the man can do when he’s properly motivated, which makes me wonder why he feels the need to constantly take the low road, it makes me think that he’s capable of so much more than just being Seth Iser’s second best lackey.
The revelation causes a mixed reaction from the fans, many of whom simply despise the Man(ning) on sheer principle.
Henri Black:
Don’t get me wrong Pierce is not, and never will be, my favourite person but that doesn’t mean I can’t admit when I was wrong. My first meetings with Pierce left me with a rather unflattering misconception of what Pierce can do in this ring, and this was only compounded further when he had to cheat to rob me of this championship at Domino Effect and this belief almost cost me, I underestimated Pierce Manning going into Dark Web III. this is a mistake I will not be making a second time, from tonight onwards Pierce, you have my full attention.
Fixing his gaze directly on the hardcam for a brief moment before scanning the crowd once again, hunting for any potential interuptions, Henri continues.
Henri Black:
And now we come to tonight, one week removed from a match so brutal the front three rome were designated a splash zone, I am scheduled to face the newly minted Intercontinental champion, Eliza Foley… and I’m sure we all remember how things went the last time she and I shared a ring, both officially and otherwise. Now, Eliza I am addressing you directly. I did not ask for this match, I have not come for you in a fury, but that’s not to say that I won’t take the opportunity placed before me and extract my pound of flesh.
Henri rolls his shoulders and swivels his neck, loosening the stiff joints and muscles.
Henri Black:
And to anybody else watching backstage, at home on the couch or from the fucking international space station... If you want to step up, I’ll be waiting.
Tossing the microphone to a tech at ringside Henri rolls under the bottom rope, retrieves the Riot championship, and heads up the ramp.
After a handful of moments Henri Black, already dressed in his Ring gear despite his match being the main event steps through the curtain and makes his way to ringside where he carefully places the Riot championship directly infront of Sir Figgles, admonishing him to watch it carefully and eliciting a mad cackle from Amy Maynard at her partners obvious discomfort, before he collects a microphone and slides into the ring.
Henri Black:
Well, here we are again. It’s feels like I was out here only yesterday to celebrate winning the Riot championship for the first time, and now I’m the first Two Time Riot champion in MWE history. Hardly the way I wanted to make history, but it is what it is.
Henri reaches up and rubs at the bandage covering the twelve stitches that were required to close the gash caused by Pierce Manning’s chairshot.
Henri Black:
But there’s been something bugging me since Dark Web, so I watched back over the footage of that Last Man Standing match with Pierce Manning and I noticed something that shocked me to my very core… so I want you all to watch with me and try and pick it you, I need you all to tell me if I’m crazy or not.
Henri motions to the screen and a video package showcasing the highlights of the match begins to play, set to the sound of Hammerfalls last man standing, as he leans on the rops and nods along to the music.
As the package comes to a close Henri stands up straight again and looks around to the fans.
Henri Black:
Did anybody spot it? No? Well here’s the deal… Pierce Manning very nearly won that match, MY match. It’s incredible what the man can do when he’s properly motivated, which makes me wonder why he feels the need to constantly take the low road, it makes me think that he’s capable of so much more than just being Seth Iser’s second best lackey.
The revelation causes a mixed reaction from the fans, many of whom simply despise the Man(ning) on sheer principle.
Henri Black:
Don’t get me wrong Pierce is not, and never will be, my favourite person but that doesn’t mean I can’t admit when I was wrong. My first meetings with Pierce left me with a rather unflattering misconception of what Pierce can do in this ring, and this was only compounded further when he had to cheat to rob me of this championship at Domino Effect and this belief almost cost me, I underestimated Pierce Manning going into Dark Web III. this is a mistake I will not be making a second time, from tonight onwards Pierce, you have my full attention.
Fixing his gaze directly on the hardcam for a brief moment before scanning the crowd once again, hunting for any potential interuptions, Henri continues.
Henri Black:
And now we come to tonight, one week removed from a match so brutal the front three rome were designated a splash zone, I am scheduled to face the newly minted Intercontinental champion, Eliza Foley… and I’m sure we all remember how things went the last time she and I shared a ring, both officially and otherwise. Now, Eliza I am addressing you directly. I did not ask for this match, I have not come for you in a fury, but that’s not to say that I won’t take the opportunity placed before me and extract my pound of flesh.
Henri rolls his shoulders and swivels his neck, loosening the stiff joints and muscles.
Henri Black:
And to anybody else watching backstage, at home on the couch or from the fucking international space station... If you want to step up, I’ll be waiting.
Tossing the microphone to a tech at ringside Henri rolls under the bottom rope, retrieves the Riot championship, and heads up the ramp.
Tag Team Match
Nightfall Rising VS Bad Boyz
They probably didn’t need to curry favor with the fans, usually being booked against the Bad Boyz is a good enough reason to get cheered by any crowd. But Donovan Keane and Jay Gallagher played on the fans’ feelings of nostalgia and walked to the ring with the PPW tag team titles wrapped around their waist. “WE’RE THE PORTLAND TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD BAYBAY!” Jay screamed from the top of his lungs to the cheers of the fans. Then the pair of them rushed to the ring with a full head of steam, sliding in the ring and bringing the fight to the Bad Boyz without even waiting for the bell to ring with a flurry of forearm strikes. Taken aback by the unexpected charge, Dré and Karib were overwhelmed by the Nightfall Rising’s outburst, soon finding themselves tumbling over the top rope and falling on the outside. Jay and Donnie removed the belts from their waists and flew through the ropes taking out the opponents with stereo suicide dives. Somewhen in the midst of that chaotic start, the referee ordered for the bell to ring, and when the Nightfall boys rolled their opponents back in the ring and flew back on top of them with two coordinated springboard shooting star presses. The official started a double count, but both Bad Boyz kicked out in two and half. Jay and Donnie weren’t certainly stopping there, the fans definitely didn’t want them to, enjoying the sight of the Bad Boyz getting their asses handed to them and the spectacular and concerted offense they were bringing. But the referee stepped in to restore order, demanding that one between Donnie and Jay would leave the ring. Gallagher headed back to the corner, leaving Keane as the legal man. The Bad Boyz weren’t as quick as them to decide who should stay in, and double teamed Donovan with alternate chops to the chest. Angelo then sent him for a run against the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a flapjack into Trinidad’s double knee backbreaker. Even without all the cheap tactics and illegal shots, the Bad Boyz were a dangerous team, and they proved it tonight at the expense of Jay who, after coming in hot and getting a first near fall with a running hurricanrana, found himself stuck in the wrong side of town. Dré and Karib tried everything they could to keep him down, but the young man was not giving up, encouraged by the fans and by his partner’s cheers. When the legal methods failed, the Bad Boyz began to resort to chokes with the tag ropes, shots to the kidneys from the illegal man, and plenty of two-on-one attacks with or without tags and often extending for way longer than five seconds. Despite all that, Jay still was able to sneak away and reach Donovan, and as he entered the ring after a long forced rest time. He unleashed a flurry of kicks to Dré, saving the last one to his partner who entered the ring to rescue Angelo. Then he took a run at the ropes and hit the Donnie Cutter, hooking the leg after the handspring cutter. Karib broke up the pin with a violent kick to the back. All bets were off now, the Bad Boyz not caring at all about saving the appearance of playing by the rules, engaging in a two on one onslaught on Keane. So why would Nightfall follow the rules then? And there he was, Jay finally stepping in and taking Karib out with the J-Kick. Angelo was now caught between a rock and a hard place, soon succumbing to Nightfall Rising’s strikes. Icing on the cake, Donnie hit the DK Bomb (swanton bomb) to pick up the win while Jay kept the other opponent at bay, preventing him from interfering. WINNER: Nightfall Rising BY: Pinfall (DK Bomb), 10:13 |
The dimly lit backstage area is completely empty. The camera is focused on a Riot logo poster plastered on a wall. The emptiness of this scene does not last long as “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock emerges onto the scene from stage right. The beautiful blonde is wearing black dress pants, a black blouse, and a black overcoat. A black fedora rests upon her head and her long blonde hair hangs straight and unrestrained to past her shoulders. The self-proclaimed Best in the World has a stoic, emotionless gaze upon her face as she steps in front of the Riot logo into the center of the scene. She stares into the camera and prepares to speak.
Glory Braddock:
I told everyone at Dark Web 3 that I would endure whatever pain, torture, and suffering I had to in order to survive Tank Steiner. I said that I would do whatever it took to defeat him and become number one contender to the MWE World Championship. And were the odds against me? You damn right they were. Falls Count Anywhere against a monster of a man with that much strength? But it didn’t matter to me because my greatest strength isn’t mat wrestling or submission wrestling. My greatest strength is my ability to adapt. I can adapt to almost any environment and find a way to win and that is precisely what happened at Dark Web 3. I found a way to win. I found a way to put Steiner to sleep. And in doing so I have earned a shot at the MWE World Championship.
The formerly stoic Glory Braddock now cracks a slight smile.
Glory Braddock:
But not everyone had a great night, now did they? The so-called Triumvirate took two mighty blows. They lost the Intercontinental title and the Riot Title. Congratulations, Henri.
The British Bombshell salutes the camera.
Glory Braddock:
That leaves the three stooges with the World Championship that Seth Iser holds onto by a thread. You can feel that championship slipping away from you, can’t you Seth? You barely managed to escape with your title against Duke Andrews and that may be well and good in the short term but be honest with yourself, were you really able to sleep soundly at night knowing that you are still the champion? Do you think the citizens of Rome were sleeping soundly at night knowing Barbarian hordes were laying siege to Rome? And can you really sleep soundly at night knowing that this house of cards you built for yourself as a kingdom is about to fall apart around you, because face facts Seth, this kingdom of yours is under siege.
She points a long slender finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
And you only have yourself to blame. I mean, you must have pissed someone off because you don’t just have one but TWO number one contenders to deal with.
The British Bombshell chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock
It is funny that two number one contender matches would be scheduled. I have no idea what MWE has in mind but it can’t be good for you, Seth, because one of your challengers is a fifteen time former World Champion. And while I don’t arrogantly call myself The Best in the World any longer, you wouldn’t have to look very hard to find someone willing to call me The Best in the World. I don’t call myself that any longer but my fans do call me that and hell, some of my enemies call me that too, and that is because throughout my career I have beaten the best, I have overcome the toughest of challenges, and I have earned the respect of my peers the world over. But unfortunately for you, Seth, you not only have to deal with me but you have to deal with one of the very best MWE world champions, Millennium’s Melissa Reeves.
Y’know, Mel, I respect the hell out of you for what you’ve accomplished not only in MWE but in this business. You currently hold the record as the longest reigning MWE World Champion. Now I have no idea why two number one contender matches were scheduled at Dark Web, but the fact is that they were and you and I both have a claim to being number one contender to the MWE World Championship. That means that inevitably we will meet in the ring. I’m not sure where, when, or in what manner it will happen but logic tells me that this is an inevitability. And I look forward to matching my skills against yours in the squared circle. But as much as I do respect you and as much as I look forward to facing you, there is no one in this company who will stand in my way of becoming MWE World Champion and thus earning my sixteenth overall World Championship in my illustrious career.
Now back to you, Seth...I hope you realize now the severity of what you are dealing with. A storm is coming and you can do nothing about it. Your mind, your tactics, your stooges, none of it can help you against the oncoming storm. The countdown has begun, the countdown to the end of your reign as MWE World Champion. Because one way or the other, no matter what obstacles I have to overcome and no matter what I have to do, when this is all over and this is all settled I will be the new MWE World Champion.
Braddock shuts her eyes.
Glory Braddock:
Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Glory Braddock:
I told everyone at Dark Web 3 that I would endure whatever pain, torture, and suffering I had to in order to survive Tank Steiner. I said that I would do whatever it took to defeat him and become number one contender to the MWE World Championship. And were the odds against me? You damn right they were. Falls Count Anywhere against a monster of a man with that much strength? But it didn’t matter to me because my greatest strength isn’t mat wrestling or submission wrestling. My greatest strength is my ability to adapt. I can adapt to almost any environment and find a way to win and that is precisely what happened at Dark Web 3. I found a way to win. I found a way to put Steiner to sleep. And in doing so I have earned a shot at the MWE World Championship.
The formerly stoic Glory Braddock now cracks a slight smile.
Glory Braddock:
But not everyone had a great night, now did they? The so-called Triumvirate took two mighty blows. They lost the Intercontinental title and the Riot Title. Congratulations, Henri.
The British Bombshell salutes the camera.
Glory Braddock:
That leaves the three stooges with the World Championship that Seth Iser holds onto by a thread. You can feel that championship slipping away from you, can’t you Seth? You barely managed to escape with your title against Duke Andrews and that may be well and good in the short term but be honest with yourself, were you really able to sleep soundly at night knowing that you are still the champion? Do you think the citizens of Rome were sleeping soundly at night knowing Barbarian hordes were laying siege to Rome? And can you really sleep soundly at night knowing that this house of cards you built for yourself as a kingdom is about to fall apart around you, because face facts Seth, this kingdom of yours is under siege.
She points a long slender finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
And you only have yourself to blame. I mean, you must have pissed someone off because you don’t just have one but TWO number one contenders to deal with.
The British Bombshell chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock
It is funny that two number one contender matches would be scheduled. I have no idea what MWE has in mind but it can’t be good for you, Seth, because one of your challengers is a fifteen time former World Champion. And while I don’t arrogantly call myself The Best in the World any longer, you wouldn’t have to look very hard to find someone willing to call me The Best in the World. I don’t call myself that any longer but my fans do call me that and hell, some of my enemies call me that too, and that is because throughout my career I have beaten the best, I have overcome the toughest of challenges, and I have earned the respect of my peers the world over. But unfortunately for you, Seth, you not only have to deal with me but you have to deal with one of the very best MWE world champions, Millennium’s Melissa Reeves.
Y’know, Mel, I respect the hell out of you for what you’ve accomplished not only in MWE but in this business. You currently hold the record as the longest reigning MWE World Champion. Now I have no idea why two number one contender matches were scheduled at Dark Web, but the fact is that they were and you and I both have a claim to being number one contender to the MWE World Championship. That means that inevitably we will meet in the ring. I’m not sure where, when, or in what manner it will happen but logic tells me that this is an inevitability. And I look forward to matching my skills against yours in the squared circle. But as much as I do respect you and as much as I look forward to facing you, there is no one in this company who will stand in my way of becoming MWE World Champion and thus earning my sixteenth overall World Championship in my illustrious career.
Now back to you, Seth...I hope you realize now the severity of what you are dealing with. A storm is coming and you can do nothing about it. Your mind, your tactics, your stooges, none of it can help you against the oncoming storm. The countdown has begun, the countdown to the end of your reign as MWE World Champion. Because one way or the other, no matter what obstacles I have to overcome and no matter what I have to do, when this is all over and this is all settled I will be the new MWE World Champion.
Braddock shuts her eyes.
Glory Braddock:
Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Singles Match
Echo VS Leia LeBeauThe Junior Heavyweight champion wasn’t happy to be in Portland and the fans weren’t too happy to see her either. In an unexpected twist, Leia LeBeau was booed on her way to the ring, and a “Echo is gonna kill you” chant started as the bell sounded.The Australian wasted no time, using her brawler style to take the match directly to the champ who was in early difficulty against the aggressive former Invictus champion. Echo had Leia in the corner and hit her with several knees to the stomach. The referee enforced a break but the former Invictus champion wasn’t going to give LeBeau any room to recover, grabbing the champion by the hair and driving her face into the turnbuckles. The Portland fans began to count out loud, and that prompted Echo to insist, all the way to a total of ten. A round of applause followed as she reached the goal, to which she answered by flipping the bird to the fans, telling them their support wasn’t needed nor wanted. They continued regardless, especially when Leia began building some momentum, using her long legs to keep herself at safe distance. With a running neckbreaker she dropped Echo down, connecting her standing somersault leg drop that earned her a count of two and another round of jeers. The boos were undoubtedly affecting the champion’s performance. No longer used to be “the bad guy” and having grown quite comfortable in the role she earned of a fan’s favorite, Leia was struggling to keep her focus with the constant jeers and insults thrown at her, leaving herself open to Echo’s second wind. That big pull-back lariat was the game changer that turned the tides and Leia inside out too. Echo continued with several hard ground and pound strikes, going for the cover after a running knee drop to obtain a two count. Echo made sure not to waste her advantage, shooting out of the corner at full-sprint towards Leia, going for a Superman Punch. But LeBeau caught her with a big boot while she was in the air. Echo hit the mat hard, the crowd didn’t sound happy with the turn of events. But Leia was in control, now relying on her mat wrestling skills to keep the former champion down and wear her out with various holds. Despite her efforts, Echo wasn’t able to escape the submissions, and before she knew, she found herself trapped in a painful lotus lock. With nowhere to go, it looked like she could be tapping out at any moment. Instead she powered out, literally breaking the hold with her pure strength. It was a titanic effort though, one that took a lot out of her. In need of a break and time to recover, she rolled out of the ring. Leia seized the opportunity to go for a suicide dive, but she was caught by a devastating uppercut by the Australian that left her hanging on the middle rope. Echo pulled her out in a stalling suplex, walking around until she reached the ramp, and that was where she dropped her. Leia arched her back in pain, Echo picked her up quickly and dropped her down once again with a powerbomb on the steel. At this point she was just ragdolling Leia, throwing her against the side barricade and then all the way to the other side. The fans went into raptures as it became clear that the match turned into a statement from Echo, Leia was barely standing and to put the exclamation point with The Reverb when the match was already over, she had to pull her in with a ripcord. WINNER: // BY: Double Count Out, 9:56 |
The lights dim and the fans are on edge. Soon enough the familiar opening to ‘Unsainted’ begins to blare and the audience is booing instinctively toward the man who is associated with this song. The boos get louder when the chorus of the song starts up right away and the spotlight is shining down on the reigning and defending MWE World Heavyweight Champion Seth Iser lumbers out through the curtain with a cautious step and that customary sneer etched on his face.
Soon enough still walking slowly he makes his way down the rampway, the gleam of the title shining through and the people showcasing their displeasure by giving Iser the finger but it’s almost like he’s ignoring the abuse being hurled in his direction as he’s walking up the stairs before he pulls himself into the ring stepping over the ropes with gritted teeth. The man now in the ring is dressed to the nines professionally with a black and purple variant of his attire with the gleam of his championship proudly around his waist. He reaches into his suit pocket
Seth Iser:
Like the Portland Trailblazers since most of us have been alive...Duke made one key mistake and finished in second place…
Right away the veteran does not endear himself to the crowd with the dig at their beloved basketball team as thunderous boos start to rocket through the arena. There is even a loud, vulgar chant that picks up momentum where everyone in the limited arena is now calling Iser an asshole and he just sneers toward the crowd.
Seth Iser:
Duke is replaying that one mistake in his mind over and over again...just like Portland for years is replaying the mistake of not taking Jordan over and over again in their heads and wondering what if. Meanwhile...the champions? We don’t make you think about what if...we’re the ones writing history. It’s why I’m one of the best in this industry. Even in defeat...Pierce is going down in history as a top guy in this brand and good luck to anybody following Megan’s reign. The Triumvirate is still going to be as strong as ever...especially since I saw TWO ghosts of my past...I dealt with them...and I’m STILL your World Champion…
The crowd again boos this proclamation from Iser as he gestures at the championship around his waist as he just eyeballs the crowd with disdain while straightening his tie.
Seth Iser:
Oh I know I saw Gareth...and I think I know why he was there but the why...that stays between us. The other demon? The demon of alcoholism. The demon that makes most people a statistic...ruins their lives...sends them to an early grave, disgraces their name, their family...and leaves them a lost husk of a soul. When I was young...had a bad day? Go to the bar and take a shot. Had a good day? Two shots so things just feel more powerful. A normal day? Drink enough to take the normal day to day pain away. But...I’ve overcome that. I’ve evolved beyond what that was...and for anyone who wanted me to go back to being that…
His face darkens with the hatred of his younger self shining through at least for a moment.
Seth Iser:
Fuck all of you for wanting me to be that guy when I’m clearly not anymore. I have matured...I have moved on. I could be that hedonist like Duke who is self destructive or a puppet dancing on every one of your strings...but I’m not. Even if I was...you wouldn’t cheer me like you would our former Fifteen Time World Champion Glory Braddock...or Henri Black...or Mellisa Reeves. So I moved on from that. It’s taken time and focus but I’ve taken my career to a whole different level...being a dual World Champion. I’ve taken my life to a whole different level with how healthy I am. And none of you can rob ME of that!
The veteran is getting booed viciously by the crowd as he’s taking a chance to fully cut loose on the audience but he rubs his temple.
Seth Iser:
Enough about you...and more onto actual business. My brother in the Triumvirate Pierce Manning is going to need time to recover...the brutality of that Last Man Standing match he’ll remember for a while. But he’ll be a better wrestler when he comes back. But right now...I want to address the other half of that...the now two time Riot Champion...a person that was name dropped a little earlier: Mr. Henri Black.
The crowd cheers loudly for Henri as Seth sneers toward the audience. The cheers then turn into a chant of ‘Chip’ in reference to their ghost pepper chip challenge and at this Seth just raises his hand.
Seth Iser:
That rigged piece of crap chip challenge is not being repeated tonight. I am not doing that. There is no bastard Dalek here to make me...nor will Henri make me do it a second time because he wants an answer from me. The lad actually decided he wants to see where he stands with the most Devious Son of the Sport. I don’t blame him for that...everyone wants a piece of me at the moment considering the gold I carry. And even if I’m burned up about that whole chip business…
He sneers at the crowd, still walking gingerly, feeling the wounds of war from that bar fight with Duke.
Seth Iser:
The challenge would be good…’if’ he said I was still the champion. There wasn’t going to be some if in that, boy. I’m one of the best big game hunters in the world and it requires the perfect match to beat me in the ring, especially with the title on the line. Tell you what...champ.
He then breaks out into that arrogant smirk etched on his face as he knows what he’s going to say.
Seth Iser:
I accept your challenge. I’ll see you next week in Utah. You better fight with the same intensity it took to keep Pierce down for a ten count...because I’m telling you this right now...with two people who have won number one contendership matches...I don’t want a third. Just know I’m playing for keeps...and there won’t be any damn excuse for either of us. I have a point to prove...a point to prove to both Glory and Melissa...whether it’s a triple threat.
He sneers at the crowd, his arrogance is taking over a little bit.
Seth Iser:
Whether it’s two separate defenses on one night. Hell, whether they throw in more including people like the damn popcorn vendor or that god forsaken Dalek...it doesn’t matter to me. I am THE World Champion. I am THE best wrestler in the world...and I am TH---
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do you a favor…my brother.
Iser’s eyebrows raise as his long time friend and general manager for the Riot Brand in Vincent Moretti comes down. He isn’t alone as he is flanked by his counterpart general manager from the opposite brand Elsa McCarthy. Vincent is also dressed in a suit, a black and orange variant with the cane being used as support.
Vincent Moretti:
We’ll talk about your World Title here in a moment...but accepting Henri’s challenge? You want it for next week, it’s done. I’ll sign the papers. No problem there. No Daleks, no back up. Just you two. But with that out of the way...Elsa...let’s state what we’re both here for since it concerns multiple people on both rosters.
It’s not the first time the Millennium General Manager comes down to Riot, and every time she does, it’s to make some game changing announcement. Dressed in an emerald green short dress, perhaps a reference to the brand she represents, Elsa takes the center stage and brings the microphone to her lips, addressing Seth directly.
Elsa McCarthy:
First of all, I’d like to personally congratulate you, Seth, for successfully retaining your World championship in what, I’m sure, will be a Match Of The Year candidate.
He twitches at the words ‘Match of the Year’ candidate because he hates hearing those words but that’s it. The predominant feeling on his facial expression is one of curiosity and slight concern. And rightfully so.
Elsa McCarthy:
But that’s in the past, although a recent one people are still talking about. Your focus, and ours as well, it’s already on the next challenge. The title you’re carrying, the MWE World championship is the single most prestigious title in the company, one only the best can aim for. Glory Braddock and Melissa Reeves proved that they belong in that category time and time again, lastly but not leastly by winning their matches at Dark Web III, and they earned the right to challenge for your title.
Never taking her eyes off Iser, the young GM continues.
Elsa McCarthy:
But they’re not the only ones who proved themselves a notch above the rest. Another man outlasted 29 other superstars, scoring the highest number of eliminations in the Battle Royale. And if you consider he did that in his first match back after an injury that kept him out of action for three months, that makes his achievement even more impressive. I’m sure you and these fans would agree with me that, when you talk about the best in this company, Keelan Jayce’s name surely makes the list.
The fans seem to agree with Elsa. The Australian has always been one of the fans favorite for his attitude and his unique and captivating style. And hearing that he will be added in what now looks like a fatal four-way has them buzzing with excitement. A feeling that’s not shared by Seth, but the surprises are not over for the champ.
Vincent Moretti:
There’s yet another that will be added to this match of ours. Someone you know quite well. You mentioned her name already. The second longest reigning champion in the history of this company...her name is Megan Monroe. After having a reign that transcends the modern era in terms of length I think she’s more than earned her own opportunity to see where she stands with the absolute best of the company right now. She’s one of the best we have on either roster right now so she’s in.
The audience boos the name of Megan and the fact that Seth does have an ally of some sort but his face seems icy and cold as he glares at both of them and the way he’s eyeballing both of them he’s defensive as he raises his free hand.
Seth Iser:
Fine...fine.
He takes a breath as the audience boos the champion as he has that scowl on his face.
Seth Iser:
All of them have their own claim. It’s fine. I’m in a five way situation then but I know your expressions. There’s something more to all of this. The ‘how’...how is this being done?
Vincent and Elsa share a quick glance. Being the perfect gentleman he is, Moretti allows his fellow general manager to do the announcement.
Elsa McCarthy:
We've been considering our options, factored every little thing we could think of into this and none of the solutions seemed to be satisfying.
Her lips curl into a slight smile. Having been the one who came up with a stipulation her more expert counterpart found intriguing enough surely fills her with pride.
Elsa McCarthy:
Then I remembered a match Miss van Beek took part in a couple of years ago, when she was signed as a competitor here in Millennium. A unique and interesting concept designer by Chuck Matthews himself, one he called Cage Scramble..
The name itself seems to pick Seth's curiosity. Though the word scramble puts a frown to his face as he’s trying to rack the gears in his brain. Some old-time fans, remembering that particular match, already make their appreciation heard.
Elsa McCarthy:
The five of you will start the match outside the cage surrounding the ring. The first two who manage to climb the walls and enter the structure, will then continue their fight for the title as a regular cage match, one fall to a finish.
And the other shoe drops as the crowd cheers this as he just palms the microphone in one hand but rather than yell into it, he turns his head and we hear the words ‘Well...DAMN’ come out of his mouth.
Seth Iser:
Damn…
He repeats that swear as he shakes his head as he takes a breath and composes himself. He’s clearly far from happy from this development though.
Seth Iser:
You’re really not making it easy on an old man huh?
He’s got his composure back as that comment didn’t have the bite of a purely angry man. But it’s still obvious he’s not thrilled about this situation.
Seth Iser:
Fine though. You want to bring this creation from his twisted genius mind to life here? I’ll figure the damned thing out. That’s what I’ve spent an entire career doing. It’s another nice payday...it’ll be my second successful title defense, and there won’t be anything anyone can say to dispute it.
There isn’t the flash or pageantry of some catching phrase coming from Seth. Just a bit of old defiance as he’s figuring out the situation he’s in as he’s gesturing that he’s done speaking by dropping the microphone on the canvas and sliding out of the ring as he’s processing the entire match visually in his head. There’s a brief shake of the head, he’s far from happy still but I guess he could also be reacting worse.
Soon enough still walking slowly he makes his way down the rampway, the gleam of the title shining through and the people showcasing their displeasure by giving Iser the finger but it’s almost like he’s ignoring the abuse being hurled in his direction as he’s walking up the stairs before he pulls himself into the ring stepping over the ropes with gritted teeth. The man now in the ring is dressed to the nines professionally with a black and purple variant of his attire with the gleam of his championship proudly around his waist. He reaches into his suit pocket
Seth Iser:
Like the Portland Trailblazers since most of us have been alive...Duke made one key mistake and finished in second place…
Right away the veteran does not endear himself to the crowd with the dig at their beloved basketball team as thunderous boos start to rocket through the arena. There is even a loud, vulgar chant that picks up momentum where everyone in the limited arena is now calling Iser an asshole and he just sneers toward the crowd.
Seth Iser:
Duke is replaying that one mistake in his mind over and over again...just like Portland for years is replaying the mistake of not taking Jordan over and over again in their heads and wondering what if. Meanwhile...the champions? We don’t make you think about what if...we’re the ones writing history. It’s why I’m one of the best in this industry. Even in defeat...Pierce is going down in history as a top guy in this brand and good luck to anybody following Megan’s reign. The Triumvirate is still going to be as strong as ever...especially since I saw TWO ghosts of my past...I dealt with them...and I’m STILL your World Champion…
The crowd again boos this proclamation from Iser as he gestures at the championship around his waist as he just eyeballs the crowd with disdain while straightening his tie.
Seth Iser:
Oh I know I saw Gareth...and I think I know why he was there but the why...that stays between us. The other demon? The demon of alcoholism. The demon that makes most people a statistic...ruins their lives...sends them to an early grave, disgraces their name, their family...and leaves them a lost husk of a soul. When I was young...had a bad day? Go to the bar and take a shot. Had a good day? Two shots so things just feel more powerful. A normal day? Drink enough to take the normal day to day pain away. But...I’ve overcome that. I’ve evolved beyond what that was...and for anyone who wanted me to go back to being that…
His face darkens with the hatred of his younger self shining through at least for a moment.
Seth Iser:
Fuck all of you for wanting me to be that guy when I’m clearly not anymore. I have matured...I have moved on. I could be that hedonist like Duke who is self destructive or a puppet dancing on every one of your strings...but I’m not. Even if I was...you wouldn’t cheer me like you would our former Fifteen Time World Champion Glory Braddock...or Henri Black...or Mellisa Reeves. So I moved on from that. It’s taken time and focus but I’ve taken my career to a whole different level...being a dual World Champion. I’ve taken my life to a whole different level with how healthy I am. And none of you can rob ME of that!
The veteran is getting booed viciously by the crowd as he’s taking a chance to fully cut loose on the audience but he rubs his temple.
Seth Iser:
Enough about you...and more onto actual business. My brother in the Triumvirate Pierce Manning is going to need time to recover...the brutality of that Last Man Standing match he’ll remember for a while. But he’ll be a better wrestler when he comes back. But right now...I want to address the other half of that...the now two time Riot Champion...a person that was name dropped a little earlier: Mr. Henri Black.
The crowd cheers loudly for Henri as Seth sneers toward the audience. The cheers then turn into a chant of ‘Chip’ in reference to their ghost pepper chip challenge and at this Seth just raises his hand.
Seth Iser:
That rigged piece of crap chip challenge is not being repeated tonight. I am not doing that. There is no bastard Dalek here to make me...nor will Henri make me do it a second time because he wants an answer from me. The lad actually decided he wants to see where he stands with the most Devious Son of the Sport. I don’t blame him for that...everyone wants a piece of me at the moment considering the gold I carry. And even if I’m burned up about that whole chip business…
He sneers at the crowd, still walking gingerly, feeling the wounds of war from that bar fight with Duke.
Seth Iser:
The challenge would be good…’if’ he said I was still the champion. There wasn’t going to be some if in that, boy. I’m one of the best big game hunters in the world and it requires the perfect match to beat me in the ring, especially with the title on the line. Tell you what...champ.
He then breaks out into that arrogant smirk etched on his face as he knows what he’s going to say.
Seth Iser:
I accept your challenge. I’ll see you next week in Utah. You better fight with the same intensity it took to keep Pierce down for a ten count...because I’m telling you this right now...with two people who have won number one contendership matches...I don’t want a third. Just know I’m playing for keeps...and there won’t be any damn excuse for either of us. I have a point to prove...a point to prove to both Glory and Melissa...whether it’s a triple threat.
He sneers at the crowd, his arrogance is taking over a little bit.
Seth Iser:
Whether it’s two separate defenses on one night. Hell, whether they throw in more including people like the damn popcorn vendor or that god forsaken Dalek...it doesn’t matter to me. I am THE World Champion. I am THE best wrestler in the world...and I am TH---
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do you a favor…my brother.
Iser’s eyebrows raise as his long time friend and general manager for the Riot Brand in Vincent Moretti comes down. He isn’t alone as he is flanked by his counterpart general manager from the opposite brand Elsa McCarthy. Vincent is also dressed in a suit, a black and orange variant with the cane being used as support.
Vincent Moretti:
We’ll talk about your World Title here in a moment...but accepting Henri’s challenge? You want it for next week, it’s done. I’ll sign the papers. No problem there. No Daleks, no back up. Just you two. But with that out of the way...Elsa...let’s state what we’re both here for since it concerns multiple people on both rosters.
It’s not the first time the Millennium General Manager comes down to Riot, and every time she does, it’s to make some game changing announcement. Dressed in an emerald green short dress, perhaps a reference to the brand she represents, Elsa takes the center stage and brings the microphone to her lips, addressing Seth directly.
Elsa McCarthy:
First of all, I’d like to personally congratulate you, Seth, for successfully retaining your World championship in what, I’m sure, will be a Match Of The Year candidate.
He twitches at the words ‘Match of the Year’ candidate because he hates hearing those words but that’s it. The predominant feeling on his facial expression is one of curiosity and slight concern. And rightfully so.
Elsa McCarthy:
But that’s in the past, although a recent one people are still talking about. Your focus, and ours as well, it’s already on the next challenge. The title you’re carrying, the MWE World championship is the single most prestigious title in the company, one only the best can aim for. Glory Braddock and Melissa Reeves proved that they belong in that category time and time again, lastly but not leastly by winning their matches at Dark Web III, and they earned the right to challenge for your title.
Never taking her eyes off Iser, the young GM continues.
Elsa McCarthy:
But they’re not the only ones who proved themselves a notch above the rest. Another man outlasted 29 other superstars, scoring the highest number of eliminations in the Battle Royale. And if you consider he did that in his first match back after an injury that kept him out of action for three months, that makes his achievement even more impressive. I’m sure you and these fans would agree with me that, when you talk about the best in this company, Keelan Jayce’s name surely makes the list.
The fans seem to agree with Elsa. The Australian has always been one of the fans favorite for his attitude and his unique and captivating style. And hearing that he will be added in what now looks like a fatal four-way has them buzzing with excitement. A feeling that’s not shared by Seth, but the surprises are not over for the champ.
Vincent Moretti:
There’s yet another that will be added to this match of ours. Someone you know quite well. You mentioned her name already. The second longest reigning champion in the history of this company...her name is Megan Monroe. After having a reign that transcends the modern era in terms of length I think she’s more than earned her own opportunity to see where she stands with the absolute best of the company right now. She’s one of the best we have on either roster right now so she’s in.
The audience boos the name of Megan and the fact that Seth does have an ally of some sort but his face seems icy and cold as he glares at both of them and the way he’s eyeballing both of them he’s defensive as he raises his free hand.
Seth Iser:
Fine...fine.
He takes a breath as the audience boos the champion as he has that scowl on his face.
Seth Iser:
All of them have their own claim. It’s fine. I’m in a five way situation then but I know your expressions. There’s something more to all of this. The ‘how’...how is this being done?
Vincent and Elsa share a quick glance. Being the perfect gentleman he is, Moretti allows his fellow general manager to do the announcement.
Elsa McCarthy:
We've been considering our options, factored every little thing we could think of into this and none of the solutions seemed to be satisfying.
Her lips curl into a slight smile. Having been the one who came up with a stipulation her more expert counterpart found intriguing enough surely fills her with pride.
Elsa McCarthy:
Then I remembered a match Miss van Beek took part in a couple of years ago, when she was signed as a competitor here in Millennium. A unique and interesting concept designer by Chuck Matthews himself, one he called Cage Scramble..
The name itself seems to pick Seth's curiosity. Though the word scramble puts a frown to his face as he’s trying to rack the gears in his brain. Some old-time fans, remembering that particular match, already make their appreciation heard.
Elsa McCarthy:
The five of you will start the match outside the cage surrounding the ring. The first two who manage to climb the walls and enter the structure, will then continue their fight for the title as a regular cage match, one fall to a finish.
And the other shoe drops as the crowd cheers this as he just palms the microphone in one hand but rather than yell into it, he turns his head and we hear the words ‘Well...DAMN’ come out of his mouth.
Seth Iser:
Damn…
He repeats that swear as he shakes his head as he takes a breath and composes himself. He’s clearly far from happy from this development though.
Seth Iser:
You’re really not making it easy on an old man huh?
He’s got his composure back as that comment didn’t have the bite of a purely angry man. But it’s still obvious he’s not thrilled about this situation.
Seth Iser:
Fine though. You want to bring this creation from his twisted genius mind to life here? I’ll figure the damned thing out. That’s what I’ve spent an entire career doing. It’s another nice payday...it’ll be my second successful title defense, and there won’t be anything anyone can say to dispute it.
There isn’t the flash or pageantry of some catching phrase coming from Seth. Just a bit of old defiance as he’s figuring out the situation he’s in as he’s gesturing that he’s done speaking by dropping the microphone on the canvas and sliding out of the ring as he’s processing the entire match visually in his head. There’s a brief shake of the head, he’s far from happy still but I guess he could also be reacting worse.
Singles Match
Megan Monroe VS Omari JohnsonThe announcement made earlier in the night by the General Managers was the pick-me-up Megan needed after losing the Intercontinental championship she held over a year. Wanting to prove that she definitely belongs in the title scene, Megan started off strong, obtaining two near falls in the first minute with a baseball slide and a victory roll. Johnson was just as equally fast, and he almost took the former champion off guard with a schoolboy pin after ducking her roundhouse kick, Megan kicked out but when she tried to stand up, she received a knee to the face from the opponent. The brutal impact sent her stumbling back into the ropes, Omari charged with a clothesline but he was sent up and over by Monroe. Johnson landed on the apron, ready to clock Meg with a high kick to the head. Stunned, she staggered back toward the center of the ring, turning her back to Omari who jumped on the top rope and hit her with a springboard meteora, slamming her face first into the canvas. He rapidly flipped her on her back and made the cover. She raised her shoulder in two and half. Omari shook his head, grabbing Meg by the hair and pulling her up, but she sent a knee into the gut of the Bad Boy, then planted him on his head with a vicious DDT. Omari got back up, but Meg was right there, kicking him in the stomach and landing a quick snap ddt. Again, Johnson was up to his feet, only to catch another kick in the abdomen. This time Megan went for the Beautiful Disaster (lifting ddt), but he blocked the attempt and caught her with a quick cradle. Monroe once again kicked out without anxiety. After planting Johnson with a flowing ddt, Monroe pointed to the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope. One last glance behind her and she leaped, twisting in mid-air to land on the Bad Boy with her Fly-Dell. Omati saw this coming, raising his knees up. Megan’s abdomen connected off of his knees, leaving her writhing in pain. Both competitors began staggering to their feet, with Johnson reaching his feet first. He charged towards Monroe, going for a vicious clothesline, but the former Intercontinental champion ducked underneath it. She turned, waiting for Omari to bounce off the opposing ropes to catch him with a dropkick. Johnson quickly got up, only to catch another vicious dropkick from Megan who then went for the pin, obtaining another near fall. It was all Megan now, the member of the Triumvirate dominating this part of the match with her fast paced offense. Omari ended up flat on his back after her Gamengirl Kick caught him flush on the temple. With a beautiful springboard moonsault, she landed on top of the Human Superhuman, who lived up to his name and kicked out once again. The look on Megan’s face was one of complete disbelief. Monroe shook her head, going down on the canvas, looking to trap him in the Rydell From Hell, her patented anaconda vise , but Johnson used his strength advantage to power out. Back to their feet, the two traded blows back and forth in an intense exchange. A sharp elbow from Omari sent Megan against the ropes and bouncing back into the Super Duper Kick from Omari. Now it was his turn to make the cover and be shocked when the opponent kicked out. Feeling the momentum on his side, he dragged her up to her feet and went for a second superkick, but Monroe dodged it and lifted her knee into the mid-section, setting him up for the Beautiful Disaster (lifting DDT) for the three count. WINNER: Megan Monroe BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 10:10 |
We see Alex Andrews sitting in her locker room, taking a few minutes pause to get herself mentally focused on her task at hand. She shifts and begins rummaging around in her gym bag, from there, she pulls out the MENTV Championship belt and lays it across her lap. The action causes a small smile, a knowing smile. She knew how hard she worked to get that belt and what she had to get through to get it. But she preserved and made it through the other side. She trailed her hand along the face plate as she spoke towards the camera.
Alex Andrews:
I did it. With only seconds to spare, I did it. I became a champion. For the first time in my short career, I can be called a single champion. It might not be the most glorious highly vaulted championship in all of wrestling, but its a start. We all gotta start somewhere, right? But in claiming this beauty...
Alex pats the championship a few times.
Alex Andrews:
I put a target on my back, I know this. And I welcome the challenge. But that'll have to wait. Because of this little tag team match I'm in. And I understand the consequences of it as well. Everyone else is rather new to this company.
This comment forces a small chuckle out of her lips.
Alex Andrews:
It's weird to think I'm the elder statesman in a company for a match, but that seems to be the case. Anyways, the way I see it, depending on how things shake out, I could be looking across the ring at my next contender. Pinning me would go a long way in improving their stock, right? Thing is, I know what I'm stepping into here.
Alex nods her head.
Alex Andrews:
I know what Jason Edwards is all about. I am well aware of how big his heart is and how talented he is. I also know he's a multi crime champion across plenty promotions. Why do I know this? I've gotten to watch him up close. While he was busy dealing with his tag partner making his life a living hell, I was dominating a tag division. So our paths never crossed, but I was watching.
She smiles again.
Alex Andrews:
Which is to say, I'm also quite familiar with Tiffany Lynn Page. I saw what her and her Social Elite were all about, bullying any and everyone whom dared opposed her. Yeah, and I don't take to kindly to bullies. They rub me the wrong way. So, the face of the matter is this. Can you two trust each other? I saw the bad blood first hand, and I'm not sure you two can over come it. Me? I just got through a tournament where every week I had a different partner, I'm ready. I can't say I know a terribly much about Siobhan, but I can tell you this, I have every confidence she'll come in ready to whoop some ass. And you know what?
Alex slowly gets up to her feet and begins to snap her belt around her waist
Alex Andrews:
And so am I.
She finishes buckling the belt, straightens it across her waist and starts walking into the corridor, as we fade to black.
Alex Andrews:
I did it. With only seconds to spare, I did it. I became a champion. For the first time in my short career, I can be called a single champion. It might not be the most glorious highly vaulted championship in all of wrestling, but its a start. We all gotta start somewhere, right? But in claiming this beauty...
Alex pats the championship a few times.
Alex Andrews:
I put a target on my back, I know this. And I welcome the challenge. But that'll have to wait. Because of this little tag team match I'm in. And I understand the consequences of it as well. Everyone else is rather new to this company.
This comment forces a small chuckle out of her lips.
Alex Andrews:
It's weird to think I'm the elder statesman in a company for a match, but that seems to be the case. Anyways, the way I see it, depending on how things shake out, I could be looking across the ring at my next contender. Pinning me would go a long way in improving their stock, right? Thing is, I know what I'm stepping into here.
Alex nods her head.
Alex Andrews:
I know what Jason Edwards is all about. I am well aware of how big his heart is and how talented he is. I also know he's a multi crime champion across plenty promotions. Why do I know this? I've gotten to watch him up close. While he was busy dealing with his tag partner making his life a living hell, I was dominating a tag division. So our paths never crossed, but I was watching.
She smiles again.
Alex Andrews:
Which is to say, I'm also quite familiar with Tiffany Lynn Page. I saw what her and her Social Elite were all about, bullying any and everyone whom dared opposed her. Yeah, and I don't take to kindly to bullies. They rub me the wrong way. So, the face of the matter is this. Can you two trust each other? I saw the bad blood first hand, and I'm not sure you two can over come it. Me? I just got through a tournament where every week I had a different partner, I'm ready. I can't say I know a terribly much about Siobhan, but I can tell you this, I have every confidence she'll come in ready to whoop some ass. And you know what?
Alex slowly gets up to her feet and begins to snap her belt around her waist
Alex Andrews:
And so am I.
She finishes buckling the belt, straightens it across her waist and starts walking into the corridor, as we fade to black.
Backstage Asher Miles is in his ring gear already with his black trench coat over it. He has a serious look across his face, which comes as no surprise when it comes to the Antares.
Asher Miles:
Tonight I go up against a giant in Tank Steiner. The guy packs a punch but I ain’t going to back down. It doesn’t matter who you are or how big you are, nobody scares me.
Miles scoffs and shakes his head.
Asher Miles:
I’m used to fighting for what’s mine where I come from and I’m used to fighting whoever to get it. Size don’t matter. I’ll take anybody on at any time and as you all have seen since I appeared last year, I don’t back down from anything. Ambulance matches? Ladder matches? Hardcore matches? Bring em all on. Now bring on one of your giants, I don’t give a fuck.
Asher steps closer to the camera and stares a hole in it.
Asher Miles:
Cuz you know what? The bigger they are? The harder they fall. And it don’t matter who you are or how strong you think you are, everybody falls eventually.”
Miles always off and the scene cuts away.
Asher Miles:
Tonight I go up against a giant in Tank Steiner. The guy packs a punch but I ain’t going to back down. It doesn’t matter who you are or how big you are, nobody scares me.
Miles scoffs and shakes his head.
Asher Miles:
I’m used to fighting for what’s mine where I come from and I’m used to fighting whoever to get it. Size don’t matter. I’ll take anybody on at any time and as you all have seen since I appeared last year, I don’t back down from anything. Ambulance matches? Ladder matches? Hardcore matches? Bring em all on. Now bring on one of your giants, I don’t give a fuck.
Asher steps closer to the camera and stares a hole in it.
Asher Miles:
Cuz you know what? The bigger they are? The harder they fall. And it don’t matter who you are or how strong you think you are, everybody falls eventually.”
Miles always off and the scene cuts away.
Singles Match
Asher Miles VS Tank SteinerThe match started with both men meeting in the middle of the ring. Always a class act, Tank offered a handshake to the younger opponent who, aware of the big Austrian’s sportsmanship, accepted the gesture with no hesitation. With that underway, the two began to move in circles. Tank was trying to lock horns, but the Antares wisely kept himself away, moving around the giant, and every now and then poking him with quick kicks. Nothing new in his strategy, it was something many tried before him with decent success. Until they made a slight mistake and got caught by the behemoth. It happened to Asher as well, a running crossbody attempt after taking Tank to one knee saw the Antares running into the Austrian Hulk’s arms. Steiner took a moment to ponder his option then he simply threw him across the ring. Slightly shocked by how easily the opponent tossed him around, Asher pulled himself up and got turned inside out by a massive clothesline. It felt like a truck hit him, and in all honesty the difference was minimal. But that was nothing compared to what he was about to go through when Tank pushed him on the corner and demanded that the crowd went silent. They obliged, ready to hear that dreadful chop resonating in the entire city of Portland. And Tank’s heavy hand connected to Miles’ chest so hard that the young man crumpled up. Steiner pushed him back into the corner, hooked his arms on the ropes to expose his chest and hit a second one, then a third. He was loading the fourth blow but Tank collapsed forward, dropping flat on his chest. Herr Steiner deadlifted him for a gutwrench powerbomb and made the cover, but the Antares kicked out in two and half. Sure, Tank was incredibly fast for someone his size, but speed was still his best shot to turn the tides of this match. When Tank sent him into the corner with an irish whip, Asher ran up the corner and flew over the big man's head with a moonsault to avoid the corner splash, landing on his feet behind him. Tank hit the empty corner chest first, stumbling back into a dropkick to the back that sent him once again into the turnbuckles. On the rebound, Asher caught him with the jumping reverse neckbreaker. He rushed into a cover, but the powerhouse kicked out in one. Seeing that his offense barely affected the colossal European didn't deter Asher. If anything, it pushed him to kick things up a notch, showing off his daredevil style combined with rapid kicks. The fast paced offense earned him a couple of near falls, and generally created some problem to the big man, especially when Asher went for his knee. A chop block took the giant down and the Antares went for a figure four leglock. As he turned around though, Tank placed his free foot on his rear and pushed him with strength, quickly getting up to his feet just in time to catch Asher on the rebound for a big Austrian Suplex. Miles wasn't staying down, getting up right away despite the obvious back pain. He received Das Boot to his face for his troubles, and Tank dropped on top of him for another pinfall attempt, worth only a two. The last couple of minutes were just Tank beating up the opponent with heavy punches and more chops, Miles only in one occasion managing to make a comeback but his step-over spinning kick wasn't enough to get the W. And in the end, Tank Steiner finished the match with a powerbomb, transitioning right into his Morgen In Traktion (Texas cloverleaf." It was more than Asher could take, and he soon tapped out. WINNER: Tank Steiner BY: Submission (Morgen In Traktion), 12:26 |
*Tic, Tic, Tic*
Is this thing on?
A blurry image moves from side to side as the camera tries to pick up a clear view of whoever is moving it. Two to three more touches to the lens as whoever is setting this up seems to be somewhat struggling to do it properly --
Finally, it focuses and we get a clear view of an empty Memorial Coliseum, hours… (minutes… seconds… who really knows…) before Riot is set to take place. The placement of the camera seems deliberate enough that it almost has a panoramic view of the whole place and the ring being built down, while a blonde guy wearing a nice square pattern suit sits on the rails looking towards the ring. He sits there, saying nothing, taking everything in until he lets out a sigh and moves his right hand up and away from the barricade forcing his body to turn around and face the camera --
Neal Durden... Gareth Prichard Jr smiles while he shows a black briefcase he then lowers to his right and with a slimy smirk on his face he talks.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
I understand I’m not a sigh you’d expected to see during tonight’s show, after all if there’s a brand I’m associated with in MWE is actually THE FLAGSHIP show, Millennium and not this mess that Vincent Moretti calls a brand. But as you might’ve noticed I have been carrying a thing, a briefcase. Something I’ve been saying all over my social media and very few, if anyone, has actually taken notice.
Gareth scratches the left side of his head as he lets out a disappointed sigh, since this is not the first, nor would it be the last, time people just ignored him and continued pushing their narratives as if he couldn’t throw a wrench at any point in time.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
You see, last year while I kept screaming from the top of my lungs that I would retire at the end of the year UNLESS SOMETHING HAPPENED… I also earned that briefcase you see there. While I might’ve lost my match against Seth, all I lost that night was the shot at the World Title… and last time I checked in MWE there are eight, yes EIGHT other champions I could challenge at any… given… moment.
The King of Failure lets out a chuckle, thinking about eight titles in one promotion. To him that’s just throwing away participation trophies for the unworthy, but who is he to argue.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
But as with everything, you didn’t listen. If it doesn’t concern you, you don’t listen, you don’t watch and you don’t read… typical of egomaniac narcissists who believe their own hype, while preaching change. Yes, I was retired and I think most of you grew complacent during my three months away… three months in which I had enough time to watch the world become even more idiotic than it ever has been. People bickering at the smallest thing, some with delusions of grandeur who don’t understand how wrestling actually works and WHY it works. But most importantly, it gave me enough time to understand that if I wanted change, it wouldn’t come from the likes of you…
No, you don’t want change. You preach you want it but in reality you’re just fine with the status quo and how it is. When defeated you all go…
Gareth puts on his best Mickey Mouse voice impression as he continues. “
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Golly gee… that was a good fight and I almost had you, I’m sure it won’t happen next time
He made a puking motion before returning to his normal voice and continuing.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Or even worse, you start questioning everything you’ve accomplished like that crybaby named Tiffany Rollins… you’re all content with having the same group of people at the top EVERY… SINGLE… FUCKING… TIME… and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of your lack of motivation, I’m sick of your lack of intent, I’m sick of seeing even the ones who are supposed to be the big baddies of the world… being content and complacent.
Prichard got his briefcase back up and put it right to the side of his right ear as he looked straight into the camera.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
At Dark Web the clock started ticking… no one… and I mean… NO ONE… is safe.
Is this thing on?
A blurry image moves from side to side as the camera tries to pick up a clear view of whoever is moving it. Two to three more touches to the lens as whoever is setting this up seems to be somewhat struggling to do it properly --
Finally, it focuses and we get a clear view of an empty Memorial Coliseum, hours… (minutes… seconds… who really knows…) before Riot is set to take place. The placement of the camera seems deliberate enough that it almost has a panoramic view of the whole place and the ring being built down, while a blonde guy wearing a nice square pattern suit sits on the rails looking towards the ring. He sits there, saying nothing, taking everything in until he lets out a sigh and moves his right hand up and away from the barricade forcing his body to turn around and face the camera --
Gareth Prichard Jr:
I understand I’m not a sigh you’d expected to see during tonight’s show, after all if there’s a brand I’m associated with in MWE is actually THE FLAGSHIP show, Millennium and not this mess that Vincent Moretti calls a brand. But as you might’ve noticed I have been carrying a thing, a briefcase. Something I’ve been saying all over my social media and very few, if anyone, has actually taken notice.
Gareth scratches the left side of his head as he lets out a disappointed sigh, since this is not the first, nor would it be the last, time people just ignored him and continued pushing their narratives as if he couldn’t throw a wrench at any point in time.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
You see, last year while I kept screaming from the top of my lungs that I would retire at the end of the year UNLESS SOMETHING HAPPENED… I also earned that briefcase you see there. While I might’ve lost my match against Seth, all I lost that night was the shot at the World Title… and last time I checked in MWE there are eight, yes EIGHT other champions I could challenge at any… given… moment.
The King of Failure lets out a chuckle, thinking about eight titles in one promotion. To him that’s just throwing away participation trophies for the unworthy, but who is he to argue.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
But as with everything, you didn’t listen. If it doesn’t concern you, you don’t listen, you don’t watch and you don’t read… typical of egomaniac narcissists who believe their own hype, while preaching change. Yes, I was retired and I think most of you grew complacent during my three months away… three months in which I had enough time to watch the world become even more idiotic than it ever has been. People bickering at the smallest thing, some with delusions of grandeur who don’t understand how wrestling actually works and WHY it works. But most importantly, it gave me enough time to understand that if I wanted change, it wouldn’t come from the likes of you…
No, you don’t want change. You preach you want it but in reality you’re just fine with the status quo and how it is. When defeated you all go…
Gareth puts on his best Mickey Mouse voice impression as he continues. “
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Golly gee… that was a good fight and I almost had you, I’m sure it won’t happen next time
He made a puking motion before returning to his normal voice and continuing.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Or even worse, you start questioning everything you’ve accomplished like that crybaby named Tiffany Rollins… you’re all content with having the same group of people at the top EVERY… SINGLE… FUCKING… TIME… and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of your lack of motivation, I’m sick of your lack of intent, I’m sick of seeing even the ones who are supposed to be the big baddies of the world… being content and complacent.
Prichard got his briefcase back up and put it right to the side of his right ear as he looked straight into the camera.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
At Dark Web the clock started ticking… no one… and I mean… NO ONE… is safe.
If one thing is apparent, James Edwards is comfortable in the Riot locker room as he puts away his things away.
James Edwards:
Let's get the obvious out of the way. Nobody likes to team with somebody they got issues with. I spent the last three months of my time in OATH Wrestling pissed off at Tiffany Page.
The thought causes a brief frown.
James Edwards:
She cost me the Tabula Rasa Championship. Before Mei, that thing bounced from fighter to fighter. I gave it stability. I put my heart and soul into making it mean something, and I had more to give. Then she got involved in one of my fights; hit me with a damn champagne bottle, man.
He runs a hand across his forehead, remembering the gash.
James Edwards:
It still pisses me off thinking about it.
He shrugs.
James Edwards:
What am I supposed to do tonight? Am I supposed to punish her for that shit? As much as I want to say yes it ain't right to do that. She and I are both chasing a win tonight. It will woukd be her first and my third in this company.
That's more important to me.
Even the most cynical of fans will note his sincerity.
James Edwards:
What makes sports great is that we do have the opportunity to work through our issues in the most primitive way possible. You settle your scores on the fileld or you learn to work together. I don't expect to be friends with Tiffany about, but if we can coexist and get the win maybe we can let bygones be bygones.
James Edwards:
Let's get the obvious out of the way. Nobody likes to team with somebody they got issues with. I spent the last three months of my time in OATH Wrestling pissed off at Tiffany Page.
The thought causes a brief frown.
James Edwards:
She cost me the Tabula Rasa Championship. Before Mei, that thing bounced from fighter to fighter. I gave it stability. I put my heart and soul into making it mean something, and I had more to give. Then she got involved in one of my fights; hit me with a damn champagne bottle, man.
He runs a hand across his forehead, remembering the gash.
James Edwards:
It still pisses me off thinking about it.
He shrugs.
James Edwards:
What am I supposed to do tonight? Am I supposed to punish her for that shit? As much as I want to say yes it ain't right to do that. She and I are both chasing a win tonight. It will woukd be her first and my third in this company.
That's more important to me.
Even the most cynical of fans will note his sincerity.
James Edwards:
What makes sports great is that we do have the opportunity to work through our issues in the most primitive way possible. You settle your scores on the fileld or you learn to work together. I don't expect to be friends with Tiffany about, but if we can coexist and get the win maybe we can let bygones be bygones.
Tag Team Match
Tiffany Lynn Page & James Edwards VS Siobhan Mahoney & Alex Andrews
Riot debut for Tiffany and Siobhan after their appearance in the rumble at Dark Web III. The match pit them one aginst the other in an odd tag team matchup, pairing Mahoney with the MENTV champion Alex Andrews and Page with her old rival in Oath, James Edwards. The Burning Heart was the one starting things off for his team, taking on the Human Disaster. The duo engaged in a long technical exchange, trading holds in the middle of the ring from both a standing and grounded position. Siobhan showed some undoubted skills, holding her own against the veteran who only got the best of tthis with his experience, managing to counter a wristlock with an hammerlock and dropping Siobhan on her head with a snap ddt from that position. He hooked the leg for an early cover, but the move barely gave him a two count. The match continued, and neither James not Siobhan looked interested in tagging the respective partners in, relegating them to the role of spectators. Alex never stopped asking her partner to get her involved, encouraging her in the moments of difficuly (like when Edwards nailed her with the butterfly brainbuster) and reaching out for her whenever the momentum switched in Siobhan's favor. Reluctantly, the Irish born eventually made the tag to catch a much needed break. Andrews wasted no time rushing Edwards and catching him off-guard with a series of knife-edge chops that backed him into a neutral corner, where she continued the onslaught. James, taken aback by the sudden outburst, tried his best to defend himself from all those right hands, covering his face with his arms and raising a knee as he slightly shifted to the side to protect the abdomen and ribs. As her chances to land those strikes dropped, Andrews grabbed Edwards by the wrist and whipped him into the opposite turnbuckles, but he reversed it and delivered a hard running back elbow to the face. Alex dropped to a seated position and James quickly took a sprint to the ropes to kick her in the face. Tiffany took the tag as he bounced off the ropes, and as you can imagine, it didn't make him too happy. But he left the ring, allowing his partner to hit a running senton to the MENTV champion. Tiffany Lynn Page had a great showing tonight, confirming the potential the fans had the chance to catch a glimpse of at Dark Web, controlling the match with her mix of acroabtic offense and technical prowess. And whenever Alex found an opening, Tiffany found a way to frustrate her attempts, taking any shortcut she could come up with in order to maintain an edge over the MENTV champion. Her Primadonna (chick kick) left Andrews flat on her back, giving Tiffany the chance to take it to the skies and land on top of the champion with the Money, Power, Respect (shooting star press). Hard to tell if she would've kicked out without the intervention of Siobhan, but the Human Disaster made the save regardless, taking the chance to smack talk Page. The new signee went for her patented brainbuster called Alluring, but the champion slipped away and quickly connected the Broken Wings! Siobhan entered the ring after the hot tag, immediatly charging at Tiffany and blasting her with the Eire Raid. As the devastating bicycle knee connected, Mahoney made the cover but James took the victory away from her, saving his partner with a last minute dive. As the match continued, Siobhan and Alex finallly began to work together, and that allowed them to stay in control even when Edwards entered the ring once again. As the match drew to a conclusion though, The Burning Heart managed to turn the tides, catching Alex with the Triple Play. The Kentucky born kept hitting the champion hard with his fast kicks, ontaining another near fallwith the Kill Up (shining wizard to the standing opponent). Alex wasn't giving up so easily though, and once again raised her shoulder. The fans were behind the champion, but their support didn't help her avoid the Wildfire (spin kick/roundhouse knee combo). It wasn't James who made the cover though, Tiffany once again "stole" the tag and took the credit for the win, leaving James with the the unrewarding duty to stop Siobhan from making the save. WINNER: Tiffany Lynn Page BY: Pinfall (Wildfire), 11:23 |
Megan Monroe, fresh off a victory over Omari Johnson, is already dressed down into her street clothes. She waves to the camera to come closer and she smirks.
Megan Monroe:
Omari didn’t stand a chance out there against me, did he? Like I said, I was coming out to show that I still got it even though I just lost my Intercontinental Championship and I sure as hell showed all of you. Not like I need to prove anything to anyone anymore.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Megan Monroe:
But I suppose I should address what was announced earlier, with me being announced as one of the contenders for the MWE World Championship. I guess Seth has his work cut out for him, huh?
Monroe shrugs.
Megan Monroe:
Seth has been somewhat of a mentor and a teammate lately but that is something I can set aside. He knew I’d be coming for that championship eventually, he just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I mean, did you see the shock on his face when my name was announced?
Megan let’s out a laugh.
Megan Monroe:
It makes me wonder, Seth… Have you kept me close to try and avoid this? To avoid fighting me? Maybe you know what I’m capable of now. That I’m at my absolute prime finally. All the years I’ve worked here in Millennium, honing my craft, it’s all finally being recognized. I’m not all just talk anymore, am I? No… I’m results as well. And all of those other people added to this scramble match in a cage? They don’t worry you like I do. Because you of all people know what I’m capable of when I have my eyes set on something. But I digress…
Megan shrugs her shoulders once more.
Megan Monroe:
With Pierce out of action for the time being, we still need each other to have one another’s back. But I also respect you enough to be upfront with you and tell you that I will win that championship. At any cost, I will make it mine.
A somewhat sinister look comes over her as she peers into the camera. She then walks away and the scene cuts off.
Megan Monroe:
Omari didn’t stand a chance out there against me, did he? Like I said, I was coming out to show that I still got it even though I just lost my Intercontinental Championship and I sure as hell showed all of you. Not like I need to prove anything to anyone anymore.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Megan Monroe:
But I suppose I should address what was announced earlier, with me being announced as one of the contenders for the MWE World Championship. I guess Seth has his work cut out for him, huh?
Monroe shrugs.
Megan Monroe:
Seth has been somewhat of a mentor and a teammate lately but that is something I can set aside. He knew I’d be coming for that championship eventually, he just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I mean, did you see the shock on his face when my name was announced?
Megan let’s out a laugh.
Megan Monroe:
It makes me wonder, Seth… Have you kept me close to try and avoid this? To avoid fighting me? Maybe you know what I’m capable of now. That I’m at my absolute prime finally. All the years I’ve worked here in Millennium, honing my craft, it’s all finally being recognized. I’m not all just talk anymore, am I? No… I’m results as well. And all of those other people added to this scramble match in a cage? They don’t worry you like I do. Because you of all people know what I’m capable of when I have my eyes set on something. But I digress…
Megan shrugs her shoulders once more.
Megan Monroe:
With Pierce out of action for the time being, we still need each other to have one another’s back. But I also respect you enough to be upfront with you and tell you that I will win that championship. At any cost, I will make it mine.
A somewhat sinister look comes over her as she peers into the camera. She then walks away and the scene cuts off.
Singles Match
Henri Black VS Eliza FoleyAmy Maynard: "It's time for the main event, folks. Both competitors won gold at Dark Web III, Henri becoming the first ever two-time Riot champion, Eliza ended Megan's historic reign to claim the IC title. What do you expect from this match?" Sir Figgles: "If it doesn't end with a murder and Henri being taken out in a bodybag, I'll be utterly disappointed." Amy Maynard: "Well, this went to a dark place pretty quickly" Sir Figgles: "I've got a talent for that." Amy Maynard: "And one for avoiding questions too, apparently. Anyway, let's go back to the ring, the match is about to start!" As the toll of the bell subsided, Henri began to try and bait Nemesis in making the first move. Eliza, however, didn't fall for whatever the Riot champion had in mind, dancing around him and only faking to sink her blows. It was almost like a game of chess, none of them wanted to make the first move in fear that it'd give the opponent an early advantage. Then all of a sudden Henri broke the inertia and tried for a clothesline, but Foley ducked and spun Black around, kicked him in the gut, and right off the bat delivered a vicious snap ddt, dropping Henri on his head at a weird angle that certainly gave him some backlash on the neck. The crowd popped with the sudden maneuver of the top champion who doubled down and pounced on top of the face down opponent. She began raining down heavy blows to the back of his head, stopping only after the referee's count reached five and he demanded her to back off. She obliged, but the moment Henri picked himself up, favoring his neck, she blasted him with a running single leg dropkick. Amy Maynard: "Impressive start from the Intercontinental champion, taking the lead early and scoring the first near fall." Sir Figgles: "Good, I hope she keeps this up and ends Henri." The Blackstar got to his feet, watching the opponent with a slightly surprised look on his face. Only a fool would question Foley's ability, and the Australian certainly wasn't one. But he definitely wasn't expecting this kind of intensity from the get going.Henri drew closer in, looking to grab wrist control. Eliza, though, snapped a shoot kick to the inner knee of the Riot champion. And when he reached down to rub the sore spot, she followed with an uppercut that sent him staggering back, creating some separation that allowed her to hit a shotgun dropkick to push him in the corner. She charged in and jumped for a corner splash, but Henri caught her in mid-air and, after stepping out of the corner, dropped her on his knee with a momentum changing backbreaker. As Eliza clutched at the lower back, the Blackstar began to stomp at her, focusing on that part of the body Eliza injured some time ago, forcing her to stay out of action for almost a year. Looking to close the gap, and perhaps show Foley that he was not one to be underestimated, Henri pulled out the heavy guns right away, taking the IC champion for a ride with the triple german suplex. Amy Maynard: "Sorry to disappoint, but Henri's not going down without a fight." Sir Figgles: "Not the first time he disappoints, surely won't be the last." Eliza got up from the final released german and seemed a bit disoriented. Henri was right back on the attack with quick jabs that further rocked the Intercontinental champion. With a scoop powerslam, he dropped her on her back and jumped for a knee drop, hooking the far leg for a cover. Eliza kicked out and rolled to the ropes, using them to get up to her feet. Henri walked toward her and grabbed her by the arm to take her back in the middle of the ring. Eliza surprsied him with a headbutt and dragged his face along the rope, all the way to the corner. Once there she smashed his face into the top turnbuckle. The referee prevented her from doing further damage, wanting to warn her for her illegal methods. She ignored him and pushed him aside, connecting with an enziguri kick to the side of the head. Black stumbled into the ropes, laying there visibly stunned. Foley capitalized with her patented russian legsweep into the turnbuckle and tried to put the Riot champion away with a diving double foot stomp to the chest. Still not enough to keep him down. Amy Maynard: "The action is back and forth, none of them wants to start their reign with a loss." Another stiff exchange in the middle of the ring, this one seeing Henri coming out on top and flattening the opponent with a discus lariat. Foley was quickly up to her feet, but there was another flurry of strikes waiting for her. Black was really warming up and gaining ground with those quick strikes, keeping the pressure on Eliza who was trying her best to limit damage by blocking the strikes and dodging them when possible, but then Henri suddenly changed strategy and delivered a monster backfist that stunned the Mysterious Girl. Black wasted no time and clocked her with the Black Diamond, going for a cover. Amy Maynard: "Two and half! This match is still alive!" Sir Figgles: "I really wish that didn't apply to Henri..." Amy Maynard:"We get it, you don't like the guy." Sir Figgles: "Hate is the word you're looking for, Amy." With Foley down, Black started to drop heavy kicks and knees all around her body. He grabbed her leg and twisted it in his Memento Mori (ankle lock), although the excruciating submission didn't get the result he hoped for due to the closeness to the ropes. Henri attempted a shin breaker but the IC champion countered it with a ddt. She then focused her offense on the neck with simple yet effective submissions. Black struggled for a bit but eventually broke free from the crossface and threw Eliza against the ropes with an irish whip. She bounced off and ran to the middle of the ring, catching Black with a sling blade. Foley was now waiting for him to get up to try end things with the Mysterious Girl. The Riot Champion blocked the attemp and hit the opponent with a roaring elbow that sent her spinning. He lifted her on his shoulders for the Para Bellum, scouted and countered by Foley with a victory roll. It almost caught him off guard, but somehow the Blackstar kicked out at the last moment. Before he could get up, Eliza knocked him down with a chick kick, but when she went to pick him up... Amy Maynard: "That's Neal... Gareth Prichard Jr?" Sir Figgles: "Things don't bode well for Henri.. Gareth has the briefcase and a steel chair in hand!" Amy Maynard: "Why do you assume he's here for Henri? He could be cashing in on Eliza.." Sir Figgles: "Hope is all I have left, Amy.. Don't take that away from me too." The King Of Failure was standing on the ramp, his focus on the action inside the ring, paying no mind to the mixed reaction the fans gave him. Eliza kept her eyes on him all the time and didn't realize that Black was about to strike. He punched her in the mid-section and shoved her back. A thud caught Henri's attention and he turned to see that Henri dropped the briefcase on the stage and was now unfolding the steel chair. The Blackstar turned back on his opponent and charged for the Black Sacrament, dodged by Eliza. She quickly caught him in the Mysterious Girl and this time connected her finishing move. To be ectra sure she could keep him down, she leaned on the ropes for extra leverage. Despite her precaution, Black somehow kicked out. But it was a moment too late. WINNER: Eliza Foley BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 17:13 |
As the referee raised her hand in victory, Gareth picked up his stuff and left the scene without doing, or saying, anything, leaving the fans, the commentators and the two champions involved in this main event with more questions than they had before. Who does he have his eyes set on? Why didn't he cash in today? Was it even one of them or did he just came to scout and muddy the waters?