Post by gvb on May 9, 2021 14:23:07 GMT -6
Millennium LXXXIV
Live from Richmond Coliseum in Richmond, VA
Wednesday, May 5th, 2021
Drew Dream, wearing a white hoodie with a yellow smiley face looks into the camera.
Drew Dream:
So here's the thing, I came back to Millennium. After everything I have given this industry, I never meant to hurt anyone's feelings. I came back unapologetically me, the biggest star in this division. For someone as sweet as me, there is nothing worse than a sour taste in my mouth. But that's exactly what Jada Hashford left me with, after she eliminated me from a Battle Royal. I did manage to eliminate my former tag team partner Kory Kramp so it was a bittersweet experience. Tonight I will defeat Jada Hartford to cleanse my tongue from the Battle Royal.
The scene fades to black.
Fatal Four Way Match
#1 Contendership for the Lockdown Championship
#1 Contendership for the Lockdown Championship
Morag Bean & Jada Hashford VS Drew Dream & Luna
A fast paced contest to kick off the night, a fatal four way to crown the next in line for a shot at Dusty’s Lockdown championship. Some might argue that getting to face the Murder Train isn’t exactly a reward, and Drew Dream can speak from experience on that matter, but the all four of them looked determined to earn the chance to be the first one to pin Douglas in a one on one match. Luna, especially, would’ve loved nothing more than getting the Lockdown championship back around her waist, and she came out hot off the gate, cleaning the ring with her Krav Maga style of offense. One by one she knocked them all down. First it was Morag Bean who went straight for Luna only to be clocked by a bicycle knee strike. Then it was Jada’s turn, the Backwoods Braggart got blindsided by a running knee to the back of the head while she was pounding at Dream after taking him down with a Thesz press, And eventually the Airhead Of Atlanta joined the other three as Luna kicked his head off with the Starstorm (Discus spinning roundhouse). With everyone laying on the outside, Luna took an unnecessary risk with a diving senton to the outside, wiping out the competition. She picked up the lighter of the pack, Morag Bean and rolled her back in the ring, hooking the leg to end this quickly. but as the referee counted the two, Jada grabbed Luna’s ankle and pulled her into a wheelbarrow facebuster on the outside. The Mississippi Queen went back into the ring and started trading blows with Morag, Her strength advantage gave her the upper hand in this first exchange until the Scot turned things around by biting at her face. Before Jada could react, Morag planted her on her face with the Iron Fang (rko) and tried to make the cover, but a springboard clothesline from Dream cut her off. Jada was showboating a little, holding the Star Of The Night upside down in a stalling vertical suplex, pacing the ring before eventually dropping her down. Morag had sat Drew on the middle ropes in the corner, his legs spread. She had a devious smirk on her face as he, understanding what she was up to, started begging for mercy. The Abandoned Annie running low blow kick caught him right there, and what was worse for him, it was all legal, and he even had to kick out from the subsequent pinning predicament. An unexpected assist came from the woman who eliminated him from the rumble at Dark Web III, Jada Hashford. The Backwoods Braggart turned her attention away from Luna to break up the pin, allowing the Star Of The Night to roll under the bottom rope and take a break on the apron. Morag and Jada’s path had crossed quite often in recent times, the two surely were no stranger to one another and it showed as they battled in the middle of the ring. Various counters and evasions characterized this phase of the match where neither Jada nor Morag seemed able to find the opening to connect that one decisive shot. Between the two litigants, it was Luna who benefited the most, coming back into the ring with the Thestral on Jada. With a kip up the former Lockdown champion popped back to her feet, catching Bean with a standing spanish fly. Both Morag and Jada tried to roll out of the ring, but while the Cannibal Queen was close to the ropes and successfully escaped, Hashford was caught by the Star Of The Night who dragged her back in the ring. She was about to make the cover when “X Gon Give It To Ya” by Fear Of Water blasted out of the loudspeakers. Expecting Xavier Laroux to walk out of the curtain, she turned her attention to the entrance stage. Nobody came out, but this gave Dream time to slide back in the ring and connect his Gobstopper. The former champion was down and Drew was ready to make the cover. Jada stopped him with a low blow, crawling toward Luna to steal the pin. Out of nowhere came Morag, delivering a vicious punt kick to the Mississippi Queen and turning off her lights. At that point she only had to choose who she wanted to pin, and her choice fell on the closest to her position, which happened to be Luna. With nobody able to break this up in time, Morag was declared the winner of the contest, and the next in line to challenge Dustin. WINNER: Morag Bean BY: Pinfall (Gobstopper), 10:06 |
After the match, as Morag Bean is celebrating in the ring, Murder Train hits and the Lockdown champion comes out holding his title. He stands at the top of the ramp laughing and smiling. He holds up his hand and counts to five, yelling something about how his next opponent for his title doesn't have it in her to keep Dusty down
We jump backstage as Jimmy Scrivens stretches out before his match tonight wearing his usual Penn State inspired wrestling outfit. Scrivens meditative state is cut by an overly excited Mitchell Price, decked in the gold and blue of his high school. He storms in shouting about how many squats he just did and how many jumping jacks he has been doing in his way towards Scrivens, who doesn’t seem to be too excited about this and it shows in his face.
Mitchell Price:
ARE YOU READY BRO! TO KICK SOME STEEL’S ASS!
Jimmy shakes his head and looks at him with wide-eyed disbelief.
Jimmy Scrivens:
What the shit man, you know I need absolute silence when I’m getting ready! Now I don’t know what the hell to do with myself. When you disturb me like this I can’t be one-hundred percent ready to rock. And how are we supposed to win if I’m not?!
Price looks a bit taken aback and puts his hands up like he’s sorry. He looks around and quickly comes up with something.
Mitchell Price:
My man, the lord says: “Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.” I know you might not be a man of faith, but I know you’re a man of courage. I know you are ready for any challenge that might come your way, just as I am. These fools…
Price points to the door.
Mitchell Price:
They don’t know about preparation. They don’t know about the sacrifices. They don’t know about the mental fortitude people like us have to have week in and week out. For them, this is just entertainment; for us, this is competition. That’s why you, my man… even at a fifty percent of your capacity, are better than 80% of the whole roster… and against the Steeles… even a 15% of your capacity would be enough.
Jimmy shakes his head as he stands up with Price, nodding his head in agreement with the pep talk.
Jimmy Scrivens:
You’re probably right, but that doesn’t change my preparation. Every week I get into that ring, one-hundred percent ready to rock and roll. I don’t care what scrubs I’m facing. I know I’m better than them. We all know I’m better than them! But I can’t just turn it down and go easy into a match. I go all out baby. Even in these tag team matches they keep making us do. I can do it all myself, I don’t need a partner. I’ve never needed a partner. But they keep pushing me onto it, so what can I do? Go out there and keep dominating like I always do I guess.
He nods his head and looks around for a moment before coming back to Price and looking at his tag team partner, almost with a surprised look on his face.
Jimmy Scrivens:
Oh, right, you’re here. I mean, yay, go us, I love tag teams and you as my partner. Was there any particular reason you came in here?
Price shrugs and a smirk gets drawn in his face.
Mitchell Price:
Not really, just wanted to check on my partner and maybe talk some strategy. But since, you can do it on your own. I guess it’s best for me to leave, right?
Jimmy shakes his head
Jimmy Scrivens:
No, no, it’s fine. I’m sorry. Let’s talk strategy…
Price comes closer and brings out a small notebook in which he had detailed stuff and started to point them out to Scrivens. The cameraman tried to get a glimpse of what Price had scribbled; but the duo looked up and gave him a stern look telling him to go away.
Tag Team Match
Jimmy Scrivens & Mitchell Price VS The Steeles
After last week’s setback, Price and Scrivens were looking to bounce back on the right track quickly. On paper, a match against the Steeles was the perfect chance to turn their luck around, Kate and Teddy hadn’t really been in the best shape recently. But tonight they came out of the gate with a new found fire and determination. especially Kate who surprised Jimmy with a flurry of strikes as soon as the bell sounded. The initial outburst caught Scrivens off guard, and it took him a moment before he found his footing, grabbing the leg and slapping on a knee lock. Steele started clawing desperately trying to reach the ropes, eventually grabbing the bottom one to interrupt the excruciating submission. With a confident grin, Jimmy granted the clean break, inviting Kate to come get more. She didn’t want any of it, and sent Teddy in instead. The charismatic man entered the ring and showed off his mic skills, dissing the opponents with his freestyle rap. While this may have amused some fans in the crowd, it didn’t impress Jimmy who caught him with a throat strike, interrupting his flow and shutting him up. Twisting his arm with a wrist lock, he dragged him into the corner where he tagged Mitchell in. From the top rope, Price jumped with a double foot stomp on Teddy’s arm. Steele was writhing in pain on the mat, holding the injured arm. Price gave it a couple of stomps before twisting it into an armbar right in the middle of the ring. Kate had to intervene to rescue Teddy, breaking up the submission with a low dropkick to Mitchell’s face. Truly an uphill battle for the Steeles, the chemistry between Mitchell and Jimmy kept improving week after week and the little miscommunication that led them to their first loss in Grand Rapids seemed like a distant memory. They basically dominated the entire match, except for a short period of time where it looked like Kate and Teddy could turn things around with their fast paced offence and quick tags. Kate even connected her Silence Is Golden on Scrivens, but in that case Price was quick to make the save. After that big scare, Jimmy got up to his feet, ducking Kate’s spinning heel kick and catching her with his triple German suplex. At the end of that sequence, the two competitors went straight for their respective partners. Teddy and Mitchell took the stage and Steele caught the All-American with a quick series of jabs, weaving from side to side in a sort of dance while delivering those punches to Mitchell’s face. After connecting a few of those, Teddy cocked back to charge the knockout blow but Mitchell dodged it and took him down with an armdrag, transitioning immediately into an armbar. His plan was clear and he kept targeting the arm for the following minutes, with direct strikes, holds and a hammerlock suplex. That right arm was really hurting, Steel desperately tried to make it to Kate after getting a minimum separation with a headbutt but Mitchell recovered quickly and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back into his grasp and inflicting more damage with a shoulder breaker. When Price locked him into the Handle Of The Chariot (high angle fujiwara armbar) everybody knew this one was over. Teddy’s only hope was Kate rushing in and saving him again, but Scrivens didn’t allow it, stopping her on her tracks with a spear. Soon after that, Teddy tapped out. WINNER: Mitchell Price & Jimmy Scrivens BY: Submission (Handle Of The Chariot), 8:20 |
The scene opens with BROOKFORD leaning up against a wall backstage. Already in his ring gear he has his arms folded into his chest. He appears bored. Sigh he begins to speak.
BROOKFORD:
Not one to complain... normally. Win. Lose. I get paid either way. Don’t take my nonchalant attitude for granted. Is it too much to ask to be entertained? Elsa... Vince, you know what I want. A shot at the World Championship. That championship equals a higher check at the pay window. I am not expecting to leapfrog Duke Andrews. LeClair, a man I beat; he wants a shot too. Fine. I’ll go through anyone. Atti, served as quality entertainment. Melody Lennox? Psh. Can you blame me for feeling like my time is being wasted, Elsa.
BROOKFORD shrugs.
BROOKFORD:
Melody... she is one of the most over hyped competitors to ever step foot in this company. Been irrelevant since she failed to overcome Melissa Reeves in Saitama for the MWE Heavyweight Championship. Her stock is as low as it gets. Mine? On the rise. Continues to climb. By some miracle if she manages to beat me she’d become relevant again.
Toots, I can’t allow that to happen.
BROOKFORD wags his finger.
BROOKFORD:
I am going to walk down to my ring. Whoop your ass. Put you to sleep. All in a days work.
BROOKFORD storms off as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Melody Lennox VS BROOKFORDBROOKFORD doubled Melody over with a kick to the stomach as soon as the bell sounded and started to bash the hell out of her back with heavy forearms, dropping her on her knees and hands. The Problem Solver was looking to end this quickly, lifting Lennox in a gutwrench powerbomb position. But the Villainess didn’t feel like getting slammed into the canvas and rained down punches to the big man’s head, hoping it would be enough to stop him. It did, eventually, and then Melody did the rest by throwing her weight back and bringing him down with a hurricanrana into a pin, from which the New York born kicked out easily. Melody’s game plan was to stay as far as possible from the former UG Dynasty Champion’s grasp, using her speed and agility to dodge his slow strike and connect with some kicks, aiming mostly at the legs. This game of cat and mouse could only last that much before BROOKFORD managed to grab Melody and throw her to the opposite side of the ring with an exploder suplex. She helped herself back to her feet using the ropes, falling back into the corner to regroup. But there was no time for that, 265 pounds of humanity were coming at her at full speed, and it was too late to avoid the impact. After the running splash, BROOKFORD hugged the smaller opponent and threw are around with an overhead belly to belly suplex. For a few more minutes, this was a one man show. BROOKFORD was disposing of his opponent as he pleased, taking his time to deliver his brand of punishment. Melody was doing her best to survive but the Problem Solver’s cover attempts were getting closer and closer to the three. He once again dragged Melody up to her feet and whipped her against the ropes, waiting in the middle of the ring to pick her up with a spinning side slam. Perhaps it was overconfidence on his side, or perhaps it was just Melody’s undoubted talent coming to her help in the moment of dire need, but the VIP of MWE somehow turned it into a tilt-a-whirl ddt. They both stayed down for a while, giving the referee no choice but to start counting them both out. They took all the time to recover, getting up to their feet at the count of seven. BROOKFORD swung a big right hand, ducked by Melody who went back to the original strategy that paid off well in the first part of the match. Duck and kicks to the leg, eventually successfully taking the big man down to one knee. Then she connected with a sounding roundhouse to the head, but BROOKFORD refused to go down. Actually, he looked like he was getting up already, and Lennox rushed in with the Commons Sense kick to the head, finally taking him down. Wasting no time, Melody went to the top rope to finish her match in Crescendo, flying on the man’s chest with the èatented moonsault diving footstomp, the move she adopted (and improved) from Ricky Valero. Between him and her, this move claimed so many victims, but BROOKFORD’s name didn’t get added to that ever growing list. Melody was in disbelief, questioning the referee’s tempo of the count, and that was the biggest mistake she could make. BROOKFORD grabbed her arm and pulled her into a ripcord headbutt that might as well have knocked her out cold. But he didn’t let go of his grasp, lifting her and resting her foot on the top rope, finishing her with the Problem… Solved. WINNER: BROOKFORD BY: Pinfall (Problem… Solved) 9:53 |
We hear a cackling off in the distance as the scene fades in to the backdrop of a Millennium logo poster. The cackling is heard again but closer this time. A third time the cackling is heard and this time “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams emerges from stage right. She is dressed in her black and crimson red wrestling gear. She has her MWE Chicago Way Championship title belt wrapped around her waist and the (unsanctioned, unrecognized) SCW Lizard Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder. The infamous “bodyguard”...which is also a Dalek...rolls in next to her.
Kimberly Williams:
It has always been a dream of mine to fight an honest to goodness viking! Seriously, they are legendary for their fighting prowess and ability to maim and massacre their foes with ease! Granted they’ve been getting beat up by Aaron Rodgers and Green Bay the past few seasons but still…
Dalek:
INCORRECT!
The Chicago Way Champion glares down at Dalek, clearly annoyed by him (it?) contradicting her.
Kimberly Williams:
What do you mean ‘incorrect’, you pepperpot reject?!
Dalek:
THE HUMAN FLESH CREATURE KNOWN AS VALKYRIE MAY IDENTIFY AS A VIKING BUT SHE IS NOT A MEMBER OF THE MINNESOTA VIKING FOOTBALL PROGRAM!
Williams rolls her eyes and then smacks the Dalek on top of its chromed dome.
Kimberly Williams:
Do not contradict me again, Dalek.
Dalek:
UNDERSTOOD!
The Dalek rolls off screen. The Woman Scorned turns her attention back to the camera.
Kimberly Williams:
Back to you. I have been keeping a close eye on you. Hell, I keep a close eye on all potential opponents. It’s a bad habit I can’t seem to drop from my early days when I obsessively stalked my twin sister. But anyway, I have kept a close eye on you Valkyrie and I must admit that I do enjoy your work. The brutal beating you and your partner gave to The Eldon Family was a work of art! Some people don’t like excessive violence but you and I understand that violence can be an artform and your form of violence can truly be masterpieces. And tonight when you and I meet in a no disqualification match we can make a masterpiece of our own.
The Dalek returns with a bag. Kimberly reaches into the bag and produces a staple gun.
Kimberly Williams:
This staple gun, Valkyrie...I’ve used it against my own best friend just for shits and giggles. I also used it to win an Ass Stapling Match to become the Lizard Champion. Now MWE wouldn’t sanction a Butt Stapling Match back at Dark Web but our match tonight is no disqualification which means I can do anything I damn well please with this bad boy.
Kimberly puts the staple gun back in the bag. She reaches inside and produces penguin loaded with lead weights, which she playfully named Wasley after her boyfriend.
Kimberly Williams:
Or maybe Wasley wants to get in on the action? I can give you a concussion with this. Just ask Donovan Keane.
The Woman Scorned winks and then places it back inside the bag. She come back out holding the Freddy Krueger claw glove which she named Betty White.
Kimberly Williams:
And if you wanna talk excessive violence, lets not forget Betty White. I have longed to shake someone’s hand with Betty. Tonight may just be your lucky night, Valkyrie.
Williams places “Betty White” back in the bag. She returns with the infinity gauntlet.
Kimberly Williams:
And then there’s this...now you may wield the hammer of Thor but I wield The Infinity Gauntlet and if there’s one thing the Marvel Cinematic Universe taught us it’s that the Infinity Gauntlet kicks Mjollnir’s ass any day of the week, and it’s inevitable that tonight you and I will shed blood, bring down the house, and ultimately destroy one another. But you know what else is inevitable, Valkyrie?
Williams places her hand in the infinity gauntlet and snaps her fingers.
Kimberly Williams:
Kimmy is inevitable.
Dalek:
EXTERMINATE!
Kimberly Williams:
That’s right, sweetie! Let’s go exterminate some humans!
The Woman Scorned skips away with the Dalek in tow, dragging her bag of goodies with it.
No DQ Match
Kimberly Williams VS ValkyrieThe Chicago Way champion walked to the ring with her entire arsenal of toys. Betty White, The Infinity Gauntlet, Wasley The Penguin and, of course, the Dalek who seemed to be particularly over with the fans here in Virginia. Valkyrie instead didn’t bring any particular item into the match, but she rolled out of the ring as soon as the match started to retrieve a chair from under the ring. The Dalek approached the Great Dane Bitch and suggested to EXTERMINATE her but as soon as Vee raised the chair and threatened to hit them with it, the Dalek changed his mind and rolled away. Kim capitalized on her metallic friend’s assist to fly onto Valkyrie with a suicide dive, but the blonde saw that coming and swatted her away with a nasty chair shot to the head. Caught in mid air, the champion fell lifelessly on the concrete floor, Valkyrie left her there, choosing not to intervene and fishing for more weapons instead. She pulled out a table and slid it inside the ring. Next she rolled Kimberly under the bottom rope and stomped at her to frustrate her attempt to get back to her feet, buying herself some more time to set up the table undisturbed. Next she picked Williams in a powerbomb position and looked to put her through the table, but Kim slipped behind her and pinned her with a sunset flip, only obtaining a two. As Valkyrie got up, Kim blasted her with the Shadowblade knee and the Dane wisely rolled out of the ring to avoid getting pinned. Once again Williams went high risk, climbing on the top rope for a diving tornado ddt to the outside. The rest of the match took part out of the ring, allowing the two competitors unleash their creativity and wildest side. The Wildcard smacked the hell out of Valkyrie with multiple chair shots to the back, leaving the War Maiden Of Roskilde writhing in pain on the floor. She then set up the chair in front of the bigger half of Warblade 42 and put the Infinity Gauntlet on her right hand. As she saw Valkyrie standing up, she sprinted in that direction, stepped on the chair and jumped toward her for a superman punch, The Great Dane Bitch caught her in mid air and relentlessly dropped her onto the chair, spine first on the top edge. The metal dented under the force of impact, a scream of agony left Kimberly’s mouth as she arched her back in pain. Valkyrie wasn’t done yet, picking her up and lifting her in a powerbomb position, violently taking her down onto the apron, inflicting more punishment to the lower back. She pushed her inside the ring to end things, but when she was about to enter the ring as well, someone grabbed her ankle and dragged her down, causing her to bounce face first on the apron. The boos echoed loudly inside the Richmond Coliseum, and that only caused the smile on Karen Eldon’s face to grow wider. Karen grabbed a chair and started hitting Valkyrie with it, screaming “This is for Clyde” as she delivered those hard shots to the back of Vee’s head with the clear intent to get revenge for her son and take out the opponent ten days before their rematch at Hic Sunt Leones. Niko came down the ramp at full speed to rescue her tag partner, causing Eldon to flee through the crowd. Niko checked on her partner, visibly dazed but able to get back to her feet on her own will. Williams hit the Japanese wrestler with a baseball slide, dragging Valkyrie back inside the ring and hitting her with a couple of knee strikes from a clinch position. She put her on the table and took it to the sky, flying on the Great Dane Bitch with the Chaos Theory (corkscrew senton) for the three count. WINNER: Kimberly Williams BY: Pinfall (Chaos Theory), 12:20 |
Heading to the back here in Richmond, Virginia we find Niko Yua and Valkyrie both not in ring gear for the night. Neither booked to compete tonight but both are ready to compete at the next PPV. They are chatting when the sounds of heels around the corner causes them to look that way. Coming around the corner is none other than bitter rival Karen Eldon and her daughter Erika. Absent is Clyde at the moment something Niko and Valkyrie seem to notice right away.
Valkyrie:
Let me guess, he’s sprained his toe stubbing it on a coffee table?
The two have a laugh at the expense of the missing Clyde still injured from their match at Dark Web III. Karen gives them the exact reaction they were wanting as she scowls at them.
Karen Eldon:
My son is currently with the Doctor, about to be cleared to compete against the two of you…
While Karen says this with some forced confidence, the tone of her voice doesn’t seem the most confident that will be the case.
Niko Yua:
Did you take him to the quack who bandaged her up because she had a hand wrapped around her throat, or did the company insist he see someone competent?
Glaring at the two Warblade members the rivalry between these two teams having really gotten rough for a while.
Karen Eldon:
He is currently with an MWE Doctor being seen to be cleared now. But even if he is not, I have options. Maybe I’ll bring in a former champion, maybe I’ll bring in Erika. I’ll be there regardless to beat the two of you. Because unlike you two? People actually like me around here.
Karen says this despite the fact that very few people in fact like her, Erika can be seen perking up at the idea of getting to wrestle. Valkyrie and Niko on the other hand, were looking at each other with an utter look of disbelief at what had been said… then the two burst out laughing. And laugh they did for a good thirty seconds. And when they managed to regain some composure, the laughter was barely held back
Valkyrie:
Are you serious?! On either count of what you’ve just said?!
Niko Yua:
I’m sure the company would love to let Little Miss Injured from a hand around the throat wrestle with the spurious claims you made. If her neck was truly that fragile she wouldn’t be allowed to train. They’d have checked the moment she took a bump and put a big red cross by her name and sent it to every reputable trainer in the world! Put a neck brace on and try and elicit sympathy if you must, but if Erika’s serious about becoming a pro, then you made the mistake of jeopardising her career to try and get at us.
Valkyrie:
As for us being liked less than you…
Valkyrie raised her hand, the laughter came again for another good thirty seconds, before Valkyrie regained her composure. This time however, it was completely contained, and her voice was filled with cold malice.
Valkyrie:
That is utter bullshit and you know it! You claim to work better than people, you have a weight or something in your purse that causes damage if you get a good hit in, but that’s all you’re actually good for! You’re inept when it comes to the ring, you rely on cheap tactics to get ahead and beat people who have plugged away for years to get to the top of the mountain. And if you got to the top, you’d use that fucking purse to beat away anyone who threatened to knock you from the top of the mountain who isn’t sucking on your clit!
Karen, looking flabbergasted at such imagery, went to interrupt, but was quickly silenced by the Dane’s Death Glare.
Valkyrie:
Everything I’ve done in wrestling over twelve years, I’ve plugged away for all my past success, and will continue to do so for all my future success, if it’s co-operating with Niko so WE were successful, or plugged away by myself to make it happen. Niko will tell you that she’s got the exact same work ethic and has that success from her own hard work. When we got an even playing field, we brought it to you and exposed to the whole world that you’re lazy, cowardly and useless in a fight Anyone else who has met you or has lost to you who isn’t doing that would agree with me that you’re not worth the pay that we get to face you in a match, even if it comes with a steak dinner, an energy drink and a prime merchandise spot so we can sell some shirts to make a bit of extra cash! I may not be the most popular, but I know that I command a certain amount of respect, and my friends are my friends and not someone I can dupe into helping me paddle myself out of Shit Creek! Millenium deserves better than you, and so does it’s talent pool!
Karen glares at Valkyrie as she gives her a piece of her mind, not seeming at all enthused by her remarks.
Karen Eldon:
Are you done? It doesn’t matter how I get to the top, it doesn’t matter what I do. All that matters is winning and if it is Clyde? We will win. If it’s Erika and I? We will win. There is no death match to save you this time, I am going to beat you fair and square. And then? I’ll go get the Tag Team championships that YOU cost me. At the end of the day you two are losers. And there is nothing you can do to stop me from beating you, again!
Erika does her best to seem menacing beside Karen though deep down seeming a bit worried about potentially facing these two in her debut.
Niko Yua:
Nothing except… How did you phrase it, Herr Steiner? Run your ass over and tap you out?
The two members of Warblade 42 had grins on their faces, the camera panning back to reveal Riot roster member Tank Steiner. The massive Austrian did little to give the Eldon’s any doubt he was there.
Tank Steiner:
Ja. I phrased it exactly like that. Frau Eldon would do well to remember that you’re more than capable of doing that in a fair fight to her as well.
Tank being Tank, he waited for them to turn around, offering a large hand to be shaken. Karen scoffed at the handshake offer blowing off Tank, while Erika shook his hand in a friendly manner as Karen turned back to Niko and Valkyrie.
Karen Eldon:
It doesn’t matter if you have him or anyone else help you, we are going to win this match. And then I won’t ever have to deal with this freak show again.
Karen turns and storms off leaving the group behind Erika awkwardly waves to all of them, Tank waving back at her. Tensions high on one of the final nights before Warblade and the Eldon’s do battle again. Shrugging, Tank stepped forward to shake hands with Niko, before embracing his long time friend in a hug.
Tank Steiner:
Well, she’s given me all the reason I need to not offer her civility ever again. And I’ll have your back this evening should she try anything.
Valkyrie:
Always good to have friends in this business, not the sort you manipulate either..
Tank Steiner:
Well, I’ll be a hand signal away, just like the old days should you need me. But then you have one of Tokyo’s toughest women as well, so having me as well will be overkill. There’s also something I need to ask you… off camera though.
And with the frying pan sized palm over the lens, the feed ended.
Lockdown Championship Match
Dusty's Rule: Five Count
Dustin Douglas © VS Christina RoseDusty's Rule: Five Count
All the confidence in the world couldn’t help Christina in what was an uphill battle from the get going. Too big, too strong, too dominant. The Murder Train walked into this match with the intent to add another victim to his streak, and do it as quickly as possible. He picked Crystal up and slammed her into the corner, bending forward to drive his shoulder in her mid section multiple times. He then sat her on the top rope and climbed up, going for a superplex. Christina was already fighting for dear life, punching at Douglas’ ribs to try to stop him. But those punches were like caresses to the big man, and he still managed to connect the top rope move, slamming the opponent into the canvas with a thud. The Murder Train deadlifted the challenger and connected a german suplex, maintaining the hold around the waist for a second one. He went for a third one, a released version this time. The Blossoming Rose landed on her feet, losing balance and stumbling back into the ropes. This cost her precious moments she could have used to catch Dustin unprepared, and now the Big Nasty was already back on his feet. He charged at full speed, but Christina was quick to drop down and lower the top rope, causing the Lockdown Champion to tumble outside the ring. The challenger opted for a more careful approach, waiting inside the ring and recovering rather than taking the fight on the outside. Dusty quickly got back to his feet, and he looked pissed. Sliding under the bottom rope, the Murder Train tried to trample the former champion, who took him down with a dropkick to the knee and flattened him with the Flashing Lights (chick kick). She made the cover, but that wasn’t enough to keep Dusty down for a count of two, let alone the five seconds she needed to take the title off him. The Lockdown champion took back control, starting to manhandle the challenger all over again blocking her diving hurricanrana and countering it with a sit-down powerbomb. Chops so hard that they could compete with Tank’s lit up the veteran’s chest, but the punishment she was destined to withstand had only just begun. A samoan drop followed by a running senton, a shotgun dropkick into the corner followed by a running knee to the face, a stalling vertical suplex with a ridiculous hang time that left Rose dazed only for the amount of blood rushing to the head were only some of the moves the Murder Train performed in this absolute display of power. He never once tried to pin her, although at this point he would’ve most likely won the match. This wasn’t just a title defense for him, it was a statement he needed to make, a message to the rest of the roster, especially to Morag Bean who earlier tonight won a chance to challenge him at Hic Sunt Leones. Perhaps he went too overboard with it, the confidence turning into arrogance and causing him to lose focus, allowing Christina to one last desperate attempt to make a comeback culminating in her Rock & Roll (swinging snap ddt). The challenger made the cover and obtained the three, but that wasn’t enough tonight. Douglas was done playing, headbutting the Blossoming Rose as she dragged him up and almost taking her head off with the Hyper Beam (spinning backfist). After that it was only a matter to scrape her up off the canvas and set her up for the Giga Impact for the final five count. WINNER: Dusty Douglas (STILL LOCKDOWN CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Giga Impact), 9:01 |
We open backstage at the Richmond Coliseum in Richmond, Virginia. We hear the footsteps off in the distance. As the camera moves slowly to the right we begin to see a shadowy silhouette of a female figure and it appears she is pacing. The camera pans out and we see that this is none other than “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz. She is dressed in her ring attire and the intensity etched across her face tells the story of a woman ready for war.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Nie oszukasz mnie ponownie.
It is obvious that Lasiewicz is speaking in her native Polish tongue. Typically she is angry when she speaks in Polish. But then a slight laugh breaks from her lips, which is somewhat surprising considering her mood.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I am always willing to give anyone the benefit of a doubt. I thought Lowri Moss wanted a legitimate challenge. I assumed that she wanted a fair fight to prove that she really was deserving of being the Cloud Gate Champion. She knows that I had her dead to rights with Pure Deformation at Millennium LXXXII. That Cloud Gate Title was as good as mine. You were beaten. But then your boyfriend came down and saved your ass...and your championship…
She snickers.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Not to imply that you WANTED the assistance or ASKED for it, but lets face facts, you couldn’t have beaten me had it not been for Gareth Prichard sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. But that’s ok, you have a boyfriend to back you up, and I have my best friend to back me up. Isn’t that right, Summer?
A few moments later Summer Collins emerges into the view from stage right. She is dressed not in her typical Fabulously elegant attire but is instead dressed for combat, anticipating the potential for trouble tonight.
Summer Collins:
That’s right, Jess. We do have each other’s back and I enjoyed having your back last week when we kicked Lowri and Gareth’s asses. So much for that Pendragon shaped problem we were supposed to have at Millennium LXXXIII. We proved yet again that Fabulous is among the very best tag teams in the world today, with or without tag team gold. And I will have my friend’s back tonight to make sure that no further funny business happens when she faces Prichard one on one.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I still have my eyes on that Cloud Gate Championship, Lowri. You know I was better than you on Millennium one on one, I had you beat in singles competition before Gareth interfered. Then I pinned you in tag team competition last week. Tonight I’m going to show your boyfriend the error of his ways. Tonight I am going to make him pay dearly for involving himself in my business, and when I am done hurting him, I am going to come for you and if you still want a fair fight then you will give me a rematch and you will tell your BOY to stay in the back so that we can settle this once and for all.
Lasiewicz glares angrily at the camera.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
As for you Prichard, Neal, whatever the hell you want to call yourself, you bought this ass whipping because you stuck your nose into matters that didn’t involve you. So tonight I am going take that briefcase of yours and shove it up your ass.
The Archangel turns and storms away. Summer winks at the camera and then follows her.
Singles Match
Andrew Raynes VS Xavier LarouxBoth competitors zeroed in on each other and showed great focus. If they weren’t familiar with each other having walked different career paths before MWE, the tag match that saw them being successful last week opened their eyes on their respective abilities. They circled to the center, Raynes stretched out for a handshake in the name of a new found respect between them. Laroux looked hesitant, but staying true to the GoodGuyX attitude he recently turned to gave Raynes the benefit of the doubt and reached in. The Embracer Of Hate in response sucker punched him right between the eyes. The dirty move caught Laroux off guard and Raynes began laying knife edge chops that echoed throughout the arena. The former GCW champion backed X up into the ropes and Irish whipped him across the ring. In the return Raynes went for a spinning heel kick but the former Cloud Gate scouted it and ducked. Andrew sprung off the opposite ropes and came back into a big lariat from Xavier.. He slammed to the mat, soon in need to defend himself from a volley of forearm strikes to the back of the head. The referee stepped in with the five count, forcing Xavier to let go of the opponent. As both competitors got up to their feet they engaged in a hard hitting exchange, X forced Andrew back into the corner and kept hitting him with forearms to the jaw. Raynes kicked him on the knee and slipped out of the corner, jumping for a standing dropkick that sent Your Favorite Drug face first into the turnbuckle., quickly rolling him into a pin for a count of two. Both were back on their feet, and Xavier threw a forearm lariat, disorienting the opponent. He then followed with some quick and unpredictable combo punches to the head and body, Raynes Zombie guessing and eventually finished it off with a powerful uppercut that sent Andrew back pedaling into the opposite corner from the one they were a moment earlier. Laroux dialed it in and sprinted to connect with a running big boot in the corner. Drew was down but the pinning predicament only gave X a two. The action remained back and forth, little to none room for technical feats or flips, the two were just trading hard strikes and the fans loved it! An X To The E (spinning elbow) by Raynes knocked Xavier dizzy. Andrew then followed with the Code Of The Sith, his patented running single leg high knee and the former Valiant champion went down like a ton of bricks. Cover by Raynes but X raised his shoulder in time. A minute later and it was Laroux who got real close to the win with a piledriver after doubling Raynes over with a devastating superkick to the ribs. Andrew looked dazed after being dropped on his head but still able to dodge the Narcoterrorism and take X down with an inverted ddt. The Embrace Hate (Tazzmission) was locked in, causing Your Favorite Drug to wince in pain. After some seemingly long moments Xavier reached the ropes, but Andrew didn’t let him go, using the full five count. Slowly Laroux pulled himself up, visibly in distress. But when his opponent tried to connect the Hate Never Sleep, he was able to counter it with his X2Z, picking up an hard fought victory against one of the contenders to the Intercontinental Championship. WINNER: Xavier Laroux BY: Pinfall (X2Z), 13:41 |
Bravo, bravo… you saw an opportunity and took it.
The camera zooms out and as it clears, Gareth Prichard Jr. stands between the camera and a gray wall. He looks like someone who just got out of bed and hasn’t gotten his coffee just yet; so he looks grumpier than what he has looked recently. As a matter of fact, he looks like someone who would much rather be somewhere else and not right here, right now… but what is he going to do? Kill the writer?
Gareth Prichard Jr:
I have to commend you for that, it seems like too many people these days are just so immersed in what they believe themselves to be; that they don’t notice those small windows of opportunity. You didn’t. Yet, I cannot help but to think what might have happened if that window didn’t open in the first place. Hell, would that window open itself for a second time? Have you utilized your only opening and now you will fail to take from Lowri what you so desire? Wouldn’t it have been best if that window of opportunity opened, I don’t know, when the title is on the line?
A light chuckle from a man that, simply put, would’ve just loved to be sitting down somewhere else drinking his coffee.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
But I’m sure someone like you would be able to open a door at any given moment; right? It’s not like you’ve crumbled under pressure recently, right? It’s not like you’re gonna face someone who thrives in pressure situations, right?
He shrugs as he takes a deep breath.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Nevermind, I just got carried away there for a bit. Thing is, now you face me… and if you think I care at all; you’d be surprised. But don’t take me wrong, I do find you to be a worthy opponent and someone who I should be careful with. It’s just that, this particular match -- well, it means nothing in the grand scheme of things. You already have the word of a fighting champion that you’ll get to challenge for said belt; and I have no bone in this fight. I’m just an innocent bystander who just got caught up in the crossfire. Thing is, that's precisely what makes me dangerous tonight or every other night. YOU care about the outcome, for YOU this is a way to prove once more -- to yourself -- that YOU can beat Lowri Moss. But I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t care less if you even GET to your match against her. Hell, for all I care I could just use this --
Prichard brings out the shillelagh he has gotten used to carrying around these days and points it at the camera as he continues.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
To clobber you in the head; cause a concussion, a DQ loss for me and just be done for the night. I could just put you to sleep if I wanted and hold the submission for longer than the referee allows me to and get a DQ loss and be done with it. To me, this is inconsequential; but I don’t want to hurt you. Not now, at least.
Gareth returns the shillelagh to the inside pocket of his coat and continues his ramblings.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
You see, hurting you would be too easy and it wouldn’t accomplish anything for me. Sure, it might disrupt the plans the promotion has moving forward and it would show those baddies how it’s really done… but, what do I stand to gain? What is there for me in causing you harm? Wouldn’t it be even better if I just wait for the bell to ring and then I just walk out showing the world how inconsequential this precise match really is? Wouldn’t it be better if I just grabbed my briefcase and just walk home for the night?
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Jess, I can call you Jess… right? I don’t care, I already did… Jess… it’s nothing against you, it’s just that I want more, I want something else. I want to send a message; and sadly… defeating you accomplishes nothing towards that goal of mine. So, let’s just leave it at this. If you give me a good match, I promise I won’t walk away. No tricks, no harm, just my proud and honest word… the only thing I actually got. Yet, as soon as you bore me… we’re done. Deal?
As soon as he makes his final word, Gareth grabs his briefcase and walks out of frame as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Gareth Prichard Jr. w/ Lowri Moss VS Jessica Lasiewicz w/ Summer CollinsGareth and Jessica had a standoff as the bell rang, exchanging words and opinions on the final moments of last week’s tag match, especially the part when Jessica low blew the Artist Formerly Known As Neal Durden. Perhaps it was an attempt from the Archangel to get inside the opponent’s head, to provoke and throw him off his game, but Gareth didn’t seem to care, shrugging his shoulders and waiting for the bell to ring. The two locked in a collar and elbow tie up, but Prichard quickly overpowered Jessica and forced her into a Muay Thai clinch. GPJ began throwing high knees into Jessica while she tried to block them off. He landed three of them in succession before he Irish whipped the former Tag Team Champion against the ropes. On the return Gareth leap-forgged over Jessica and rushed in the opposite direction, hitting the ropes as well. The two found themselves on a collision course, and Gareth took the opponent down with a sling blade. He then went for a neck wrench, keeping Jessica grounded. She made it up to her feet, managing to wrestle her way out of it and twisting Gareth’s arm behind his back. GPJ twisted and twirled around looking for an escape, but Jessica maintained control. Change of strategy, he now swung his free arm back catching Lasiewicz with an elbow to the jaw. Now that he created some separation, stunning the opponent in the process, the Welsh man took another short run to the ropes and bounced back to hit Jess with a running arched big boot. Sensing that her partner was in trouble, Summer helped her roll out of the ring to regroup. Prichard waited inside the ring, leaning against the ropes not at all interested in rushing Jessica back inside the ring. Lowri instead felt compelled to tell Summer not to get involved. As the two argued, Lasiewicz entered the ring again and the match resumed with the two competitors trading strikes. The Archangel went for the throat, hitting Gareth on the neck with a quick jab and causing him to stumble back. Wasting no time the daughter of the Polish Legend Andreas Lasiewicz went for her Our Lady Peace, but Gareth sidestepped to avoid the bicycle kick and caught her arms, dropping her on her neck with a tiger suplex. If Jessica tried to speed up the pace at any given opportunity, Gareth on the other hand seemed to prefer once again a slower pace, using various submission maneuvers to keep the Archangel grounded. The most targeted areas were the lower back and tre neck and while Lasiewicz was never close to tap out, the holds were clearly affecting her mobility and breathing, as well as obviously preventing the former tag champion from building up any momentum. Eventually Jessica found the opening she needed when she caught Gareth with a sit down jawbreaker. She quickly popped up to her feet finding the opponent still clutching his chin. Her second Our Lady Of Peace attempt hit the target, and GPJ was down. She hooked the leg for a deep cover but the Welsh stayed alive. The moment was now favorable to Jessica who relied on swift, high impact moves such as her In Your Dreams (swinging fisherman neckbreaker) for another two. Collins was very vocal, especially with the referee guilty, in her opinion, of being too slow with his count. Lowri instead was much calmer, encouraging her boyfriend in this moment of difficulty. The Archangel was ready to drop Prichard on his face with her Pure Deformation (skull crushing finale), but at the last moment Gareth broke free and blasted the opponent with a ripcord knee strike. With Jessica down, Gareth caught her in his patented triangle choke called Tudor Rose and the former tag champion quickly began to fade out. With the last ounce of strength Jessica crawled back into the ropes and somehow managed to reach them with her foot. The referee called for the break, but GPJ refused to let her go. He started to count, reaching five and still nothing, Gareth kept the tight choke locked in. Trying to make him desist, the referee gave him one final warning and when that was ignored too, he was left with no choice but to disqualify Gareth WINNER: Jessica Lasiewicz BY: DQ, 14:17 |
We arrive in the Doctor’s area here at Millenium. After what has been weeks of waiting we find Clyde Eldon sitting in the medical area waiting to hear his fate. Alongside him is both his mother and sister both waiting to hear the result of the exam as well. The bearded Doctor reviews his notes then looks up shaking his head as he prepares to deliver the bad news.
Ray Adams M.D.:
Unfortunately the injuries that Clyde has I will not be able to medically clear him in time for Hic Sunt Leones. He can’t do it.
Shaking his head Clyde keels over holding his hands to his face as Karen steps up to the Doctor shaking her head.
Karen Eldon:
No that is not what is going to happen, he can go. This is our rubber match, we need him. This is for a shot at the Tag Team Championships. He can go and he will go! Now sign off on it or I would like to speak to your manager…
Shaking his head as he listens to Karen scold him, he seems extremely used to wrestlers not liking his diagnosis.
Ray Adams M.D.:
Unfortunately I can’t do that, he isn’t fit to compete. And that will be my recommendation to management. As for your match? I would look for a new tag team partner…
Karen lets out an exchasterbated scream as Ray takes a few steps back letting her vent, Erika puts a hand on Clyde to console him. Something Karen has yet to even consider.
Karen Eldon:
You know what? This is fine, Clyde you will come back stronger than ever from this. But for right now I have an idea...And that idea involves you!
Turning from Clyde over to Erika, Karen looks at her younger child. Erika takes a moment to realize what she means, not exactly the brightest.
Erika Eldon:
Wait, me?
Karen nods her head as she walks over to Erika, though she seems to be waffling with this decision. Having exhausted all other options she seems to realize where she is at.
Karen Eldon:
Those girls hurt you didn’t they? They hurt your brother. And worst yet? They cost us our chance at the Tag Team Championships. So Erika, you’ll be taking his place in the match.
Her eyes wide Erika can’t help but look super excited, wanting to jump for joy but stopping herself when she realizes how it may make her brother feel.
Erika Eldon:
I’ll do it for you Clyde…
Clyde nods his head in agreement while still upset a part of him seeming to be happy for his sister.
Karen Eldon:
We will take these two out and get what we deserve. And put them behind us once and for all! Doctor...If you are even a real Doctor. You...are a loser.
Taking her frustrations out on the Doctor Karen gets up and storms out of the room. Clyde gets up and shoulder checks the Doctor but then immediately holds his rib in pain. The doctor can’t help but to feel even more sure of his decision given that as the Eldon Family leaves his office.
MWE Intercontinental Championship Match
Eliza Foley © VS West LongPeyton Holland: “The Intercontinental Championship is on the line in tonight’s main event, ten days before Hic Sunt Leones.” Ambra Monroe:”West Long won the right to challenge Foley for the gold at Domino Effect and we thought but the rematch between the then champion Megan Monroe and Eliza forced the management to change their plans and push the match back.” Peyton Holland: “At Dark Web III West faced Andrew Raynes, and lost to the embracer of hate who claimed his stake at the Warwolf number one contender spot. With tho opponents gunning for her title, Eliza made the rational decision to gave both men the opportunity they earned. First West and then, at HSL, it will be Raynes’ turn.” Ambra Monroe: “Of course she has to retain tonight first, and she’s wasting no time! Dear Lord, what a kick!” Foley didn’t even wait for the referee to call for the bell as she charged with a running Yakuza kick that sent Long down to the mat, caught off guard. The bell finally sounded officially starting the match as Eliza quickly ran in with right and left kicks to both the right and left pectoral muscles in Long’s chest, with a final strong right kick with all of her weight behind it that flattened the powerhouse. The champion made a quick cover but West kicked out just as quickly, pushing the light opponent off him and falling hard on the canvas. Peyton Holland: “Only a one count, but can’t blame a girl for trying.” Ambra Monroe: “”Long is almost literally twice her size, she wanted to take an early advantage but it only seems to have pissed off the big man even more. And that’s not a good sign.” Eliza went back on the attack but West easily blocked her punch and leveled her with a short arm lariat. He dragged her up and whipped her into the ropes, throwing her in the air on the rebound for a pop up powerbomb, countered into a hurricanrana by the mysterious girl who then was quickly up to her feet, ready to charge and connect a shining wizard. She made another quick cover, to the same result as before. Foley tried to move in quickly and locked him into an armbar but the Warwolf used his strength to get to his feet, putting the champ into a powerbomb position and then threw her down to the mat on her back, finishing off the powerbomb. Foley was rolling around her back due to the force she hit the mat with and Long wasted no time by trying to trap her in his ALL (Brock Lock). Eliza fought back tooth and nails with everything she got, managing to escape before the Warwolf could really lock it in. Still favoring her back, she used the ropes to get back to her feet, remaining exposed to the big man’s clothesline that sent her tumbling over the top rope and landing back first on the edge of the apron before falling on the floor outside. Long reached her outside and kept targeting the lower back, well aware that an injury to that body part kept the IC champion out of action for a year. He showed no mercy as he tossed her against the barricade, suplexed her on the concrete and drove her back first once again into the apron, before finally rolling her in as the referee count reached eight. He climbed on the apron and stepped over the rope to enter as well, picking up the agonizing Eliza and lifting her over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Ambra Monroe: “He’s going for the Point Blank, this one might be over if he connects!” Eliza avoided the fireman’s carry powerslam with an eye rake, landing behind West and dragging him on her knees with a backstabber. She was slow to get up though, visibly in pain as she brought her hand to her lower back. Long took a lot less to stand up and tried to take her out with a spear, but she managed to leapfrog over him at the last moment. Long turned around and was met by a low dropkick to the leg that took him down to his knees. Foley moved next to him and connected her trademark russian legsweep into the turnbuckle, hooking his leg for another cover. Peyton Holland:/b] “Too close to the ropes, she made it easy for West.” Ambra Monroe: “It’s not a mistake you expect from someone of her experience and caliber, but I guess the pain in her back is too much to drag Long back in the middle of the ring.” Peyton Holland: “It doesn’t help that he’s not exactly a cruiserweight either.” As the match continued, the champion used her kicks to keep the challenger at bay, frustrating his attempt at a comeback. She even obtained a long two after rocking him with the chick kick, but somehow West popped his shoulder up in time. She went for the same running Yakuza she connected earlier in the match but this time West dodged it and she continued her run against the ropes, bouncing off right into the Boom Drop (one handed pop up spinebuster). Another high impact move affecting the back, another groan of pain leaving the championì’s lips as she writhed on the floor. She was on all fours trying to get up when Long fell onto her with an elbow drop, flattening her into the canvas. He wrapped his arms around her waist and delivered a trifecta of german suplexes, the last one a bridging version that went as close as it could be to the three. He couldn’t believe she kicked out, but didn’t let this distract him or slow him down. He deadlifted her once again on his shoulders but she somehow slipped away, connecting a quick Mysterious Girl that gave her the hard fought victory against the Warwolf. WINNER: Eliza Foley (STILL MWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 15:28 |