Post by gvb on Jun 22, 2021 13:26:12 GMT -6
Millennium LXXXVII
Live from Fort Idaho Center in Nampa, ID
Wednesday, June 16th, 2021
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
The words echoed in the coldness, the darkness, the dampness of the church somewhere in Idaho. The confessional sits with a single glow above the double sided door that gives it two small rooms.
“Fore I have committed the sin of pride! I have established myself as the single greatest wrestler on the roster in all of Millennium and I have shown the world not just through my actions, or what I have accomplished in the ring, but also that I have bragged on social media and in front of the live crowds.”
The voice was that of Duke Andrews. If it wasn’t clear from the beginning, the words strung together make it that now it is clearly known as The Epitome of Perfection. Suddenly from the other side you hear a soft voice, that of one Alan Envy.
Alan Envy:
I'm not Catholic but….we are all God's people so my son as long as you see the error of your pride your sin will be forgiven. You however should be proud of such accomplishments.
There was rustling going on as the room was not nearly large enough for the large Duke Andrews to be comfortable in.
Duke Andrews:
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. For I have committed the sin of greed. In the time I have spent in this company I have soaked every penny I could from the front office for what my name brings in. All because it is what I want. It is more than what I need.
Envy in the seat on the other side adjusted his collar as he leaned towards the open ornamented window.
Alan Envy:
Greed is forgivable my son. You are a provider. Because believe me if our Lord judges by greed ya boy is definitely going to hell. I've made a whole lot of money. But now my greed is for spirituality my son, you should want the same.
Duke Andrews:
Forgive me father for I have sinned. For I have committed the sin of wrath. I have taken my anger out on those who did not deserve it. I whipped Ollys ass an inch from his life all because he thinks he can interject and make comments in situations he knows nothing about.
Alan Envy:
Yeah but Olly deserved it because he is a try hard...I mean I will pray for Olly. You're forgiven for wrath my son.
A long deep breath was heard as paused briefly. The glow sputtered with the candle light behind the room and the movement of the air conditioning.
Duke Andrews:
Forgive me father for I have committed the sin of gluttony. I have consumed too much alcohol as I continue to live the life of the best wrestler on the planet. Not only have I wrestled like a king in the ring, but I have wined and dined like a king.
Alan Envy:
Speaking of which...where are we getting dinner tonight? And I found this wine that I bet tastes like the wine Jesus created at the wedding. There's a cross on it. Oh anyways...like I said, not Catholic but your sin is forgiven my son.
Duke exhales once again.
Duke Andrews:
Forgive me father for I have sinned. For I have committed the cruel sin of lust. I have left women laying in puddles of their own sweat and love. From one end of this country to the other. Leaving women like Karen Eldon wanting more. Leaving women like Karen to routinely submit to me pictures of themselves begging to ride the ride one more time.
Alan Envy:
Don't even get me started about that...I have had a few casualties in my wake child. But His son died for your sin. He drank from your cup and as long as you know that and honor his sacrifice you are forgiven.
The confessional moved again before one door opened. With Duke Andrews stepping out from the one side. Sporting a powder blue with a white plaid print suit and a light grey dress shirt. He smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric before adjusting the sleeves.
Duke Andrews:
Forgive me Father for I have sinned. For I have committed the ultimate sins of envy…
A pause occurred before he held his right hand up.
Duke Andrews:
Not you Alan.
He took a deep breath before looking outward away from the still, hard camera that looked upwards towards Duke and the confessional.
Duke Andrews:
For I have committed the ultimate sin of envy. I have become envious of Seth Iser because he has what I want…need.
A simple snarl was made as he looked down at the camera.
Duke Andrews:
Because according to Mr. Iser that is the worst of the worst sins to commit. The act of committing such a cruel sin, has drawn the ire and attention from Iser. I should feel flattered because he has spent more time over the last few months worrying about me. Even when he had to square off against Reeves, 15 time and the rest, his attention was still solely on me. His attention, while he has a hard time admitting it, is giving me the sense that he actually is counting down his days as he holds the MWE World
Championship.
Alan Envy comes out as he takes off the clothes of the Priest…
Alan Envy:
Oh yes Seth Iser….the worst kind of sinner who shows no remorse for it.
Duke looked at Alan for a moment before back at the camera.
Duke Andrews:
Since I know you won’t come out and just say it, I’ll play your little game Seth. I’ll continue to admit that I am a sinner. That I have my own personal flaws. But at the end of the day, that’s what separates you from me. You continue to hide behind the lies and bullshit that you spew to make it look like you’ve changed. But you haven’t. You’re the same pile of shit that you have always been. But it’s okay, I’ll forgive you of your sins. Your repentance will be made when we get back in the ring together. I’m not the Holy Spirit, but I will kick the holy shit out of you until I get what’s mine.
Backstage, Bree comes into the building carrying the basketball, in a black tank, some lightweight basketball shorts, her basketball boots which had a ton of character from past matches and games.
Vance:
Heads up.
Bree then sees a bottle of pink lemonade coming her way but she doesn't catch it, it's her tag team partner Teagan twisting her hand out to match the catch. Teagan is also dressed in her sports chic ensemble, hers being in shades of purple rather than black. She appears to be quite pleased with herself after showing off those cat-like reflexes.
Vance:
All good. Nice catch.
Teagan Gallagher:
Thanks, always gotta keep an eye out.
Vance:
BreeZilla, one for you.
He hurls one underhanded while holding the top to make it violently spin. But still Bree's able to make the catch, doesn't care about the fizz and chugs down about half before belching loud and proud. Teagan’s eyes open wide before she shakes her head with a laugh.
Teagan Gallagher:
Classic Bree.
Bree then bounces the ball off the floor in front of a MWE staff, it hits the wall and flies slightly up into Bree's awaiting hand after she takes a spin step, then rolls it down her arm, shoulders, and other arm into Teagan's awaiting hands.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s a big night for the BreeTee Committee, kicking off the show always sets the tone, and we’re not about to let slip an opportunity to get back into the title picture. It’s been far too long since we were the tag team champions, we need to change that.
Bree Smith:
Team Trillie is interesting. I mean I can't pretend there's been some competish in the Smith household between Millie and I. Who can get to the fridge first, who gets the last of the eggs, who-
Teagan Gallagher:
Wait, I can’t see Millie doing that on purpose, you sure that’s not just your competitive nature taking over?
Bree Smith:
I don't know. Maybe. But Millie's been doing all sorts of video calls with Trinity about tonight. Scrivens and Price probably aren't ready for them, but we are. We're prepared for Trillie's game.
Bree then high fives Teagan.
Vance:
If I can interject, Ladies. Let me ask you both what does it mean to you two as individuals to be tag team champions again?
Bree Smith:
To me? I mean I've always been the gold hunter in the family. My room was filled with trophies and ribbons, but in wrestling, it's not so much. I want to be a tag team champion again to show Teegs and I have what it takes to be called the best in Millennium together. To make people groan or throw their head's back when they see they're up against us, because it'll be a fight and they already have a seedling of doubt in themselves growing. To give the BreeTeens and their families two heroes to support and bree inspired by, because if we can overcome Trillie, Mitchell, Jimmy, and K2O, they can overcome obstacles in their life too.
Teagan Gallagher:
Eyes on the prize at all times, that’s the BreeTee motto, and even when there’s bumps along the way we refuse to give up. It did sting to lose our tag team titles and I put a lot of blame on myself for that happening, but I realize now that was the wrong way to set my focus. My mind should have been on what we can do to become better and stronger so that the second reign of the BreeTee Committee goes down in the history books as one of the greatest in history! It all begins here tonight!
Vance:
Great attitudes. Great, great attitudes.
Bree Smith:
It's the BreeTee way. We don't sulk, we get back up and wreck our way back to the title scene.
Teagan Gallagher:
And we always do it with style and unagi.
The trio cheer loud and bump forearms.
Vance:
Now go on out there and grab that title opportunity, take it like you already own it. Don't let nobody stop you.
Tag Team Match
#1 Contendership To The MWE Tag Team Titles
#1 Contendership To The MWE Tag Team Titles
Mitchell Price & Jimmy Scrivens VS Team Trillie VS BreeTee Committee
The three teams were already in the ring, ready to get the match started when Elsa McCarthy walked out of the curtain, saying that she had not one, but two announcements regarding this match. The first was a change in the stipulation, making it a tornado tag team match where all six competitors were in the ring at the same time. The second, one she didn’t seem so enthusiastic to make, was about the couple of guest commentators who will join Peyton and Ambra on commentary. The Tag Champions K2O. Karen and Trinity immediately went into a war of words, exchanging “compliments” as the bell rang. Mitchell scooped up the distracted Thompson and tossed her over the top rope, and finally Karen sat down at her spot at the table, questioning the upbringing of the young graduate, pointing out that being rude was another thing she had in common with her half sister, the other one would be them being losers. It wasn’t long before Trin picked herself up and entered the ring with a springboard dropkick to Jimmy Scrivens who had just delivered an olympic slam to Millie. The BreeTee Committee was double teaming Price on the other side of the ring, taking him down with a double superkick. With the two men knocked down, the ring was all for the four ladies. Bree smiled at her sibling, inviting her to show her what she learned. And Millie charged, only to run into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from the former champion who held on to her younger sister to deliver a few more of her backbreaker reps. Trinity had better luck against the other half of the BreeTee Committee, bringing Teagan to her knees and delivering her series of five shoot kicks to the chest, followed by the Death Kick tribute to the former Cloud Gate champion Tiff Rollins. But before Trin could capitalize, Mitchell came back and speared her to the floor while Scrivens tried to steal the win with a quick cover, but Bree saved her partner. The action was so fast paced it was getting hard to keep track of, and the lax rules allowed the teams to take some liberties on the outside. Price and Scrivens cleaned the ring of all competitors, throwing them out one by one. The last one to leave was Trinity who barely saved herself from being suplexed out of the ring by landing on the apron only to get knocked off by a running big boot from Mitchell that sent her into her partner. The two men then hit simultaneous suicide dives to opposite sides of the ring to wipe out competiton. The fight continued on the outside for a good couple of minutes, Price and Jimmy kept delivering their brand of punishment with hard suplexes on the concrete floor and by dropping the opponents on barricades and steel steps alike. Mitchell finally tried to win it by rolling Bree in the ring after a powerbomb on the apron and made the cover. His attempt got spectacularly interrupted by Teagan’s Tee For Two (630 splash) and the former champion quickly made the cover, getting a two before Jimmy grabbed her foot and pulled her out of the ring. Trinity was slowly standing up with the help of the commentary table. She climbed on top of it, kicking Karen’s purse out of the way to the cheers of the crowd and yelled “shut up, bitch” as the woman complained once again about the young girl’s attitude. Then she jumped, taking down Teagan with a meteora. Karen stood up and took off her headset and pointed at Thompson. It was Olly who stopped her, pointing his finger at Millie who was on the top rope ready to connect the Sparkle Splash on Mitchell. Eldon nodded and shoved Smith off the top turnbuckle, causing her to fall awkwardly on her shoulder. Price went to pick her up but Bree was onto him, hammering at his back with forearm strikes. Scrivens slipped in undisturbed and lifted Millie for the Lion’s Roar, hooking the leg for another cover. Trinity would’ve easily saved her partner if it wasn’t for Olly who grabbed her arm and pulled her into a fireman’s carry position, dropping her onto a knee strike. WINNER: Jimmy Scrivens & Mitchell Price BY: Pinfall (Lion’s Roar), 11:41 |
Filmed earlier today, Kyle is walking through the hallway. At the pace he’s going it looks like he is seeking someone out, he knocks on the locker room door
Kyle Butler:
Bree. Are you in there?
He hears some murmurs but nothing from Bree and gently opens the door. But in fact he sees Luna Smith meditating in front of three candles trying to centre herself for the upcoming match, except the intrusion snaps her out of her calm state.
Luna Smith:
Why are you intruding here?
Kyle tries to speak but Luna quickly interrupts him.
Luna Smith:
Can't you see I'm having my private time to relax? All because you want to win tonight.
Luna's eyes narrow to a sharp oval and she wags her finger at him.
Luna Smith:
Well it's not going to happen. Just like Xavier, you've got zero chance against Millennium's Most Valuable Princess
Kyle holds his hands up.
Kyle Butler:
I was looking for Bree, my apologies. I'll let you get back to your pre match ritual, I know how important they can be.
Luna Smith:
Now I have to start all over again. Bree's outside playing with a dirty basketball and the Millennium troglodytes that pass for security these days.
As The Star of The Night goes over to her cooler that she brought from home filled with cut cucumbers and water to pour herself a small mug of, which she sips with two hands.
Kyle goes to leave. He stops himself.
Kyle Butler:
One thing before I go, it's incredible how different you and Bree are. Millie too. Unbelievable it took until now for us to cross paths, that's how the business works, once again, I'm sorry. Good luck out there, no offense, but the TIDE is gonna ROLL tonight.
Kyle playfully smirks. Luna is just about to eat a red grape before she hears that, and spins around to face Kyle.
Luna Smith:
You always say that, and the tide is gonna be way out tonight. So I can bask in the spotlight when I show you why I'm the best Lockdown Champion this company ever had AND the best Junior Heavyweight champion it ever had.
Kyle Butler:
Best Lockdown Champion, huh? Ironic you'd say that becoming Lockdown Champion is my goal. Been a bummer sitting on the sidelines watching everyone else have fun. Almost forgot I work here.
Kyle chuckles.
Kyle Butler:
I have an opportunity to beat the, in your words, best Lockdown Champion ever; that should get Elsa's attention. Anyway, I won't keep you any longer. Thanks for telling me where Bree is. Good luck.
Kyle doesn't give Luna a chance to respond, he storms out the locker room to look for Bree as the scene fades.
Backstage we see Matt Stone and his business manager, Nicole Rossi, having a back and forth exchange that we pick up in progress. Despite being dressed to compete, wearing his wrestling attire and his own brand of Shut Me Up T-shirt, Matt isn’t booked this week.
Matt Stone:
I understand that I didn’t beat the champion two weeks ago, that would have put me in the main event scene but I haven’t been booked since! This is now the second show in a row my fans are being denied the chance to see me compete.
Nicole Rossi:
Even worse...they’re being denied the chance to see me.
There is a pained expression all across Nicole’s features as she places one hand up against her chest to show off her fresh manicure. As always she is dressed to impress in a light pink floral print sleeveless blouse and a white ruffled skirt. Nicole quickly gives her head a shake.
Nicole Rossi:
Obviously the show can’t reach its maximum potential if we’re not out there.
Matt eyes her for a second, but since she added the we at the end there decides to let it go.
Matt Stone:
Well that’s obvious, and yet here we are, on the sidelines once again. I think what we have to do is make some sort of statement. We’re not just bit players!
Nicole Rossi:
Oh, well I think that’s one thing I can do very well.
Nicole smirks in an extremely self satisfied manner as she pats Matt up against the chest with one hand.Matt chuckles, looking up and down the hall.
Matt Stone:
Shame you can’t get me on the show, that would be very helpful.
Nicole Rossi:
Don’t be so quick to assume what I can or can’t do.
Nicole raises one eyebrow before she turns on her heels, giving her hair a slight flip in the process, almost whipping it directly into Matt’s face.
Nicole Rossi:
All I need to do is make a quick little visit to the GM’s office.
Matt Stone:
Really?
Matt questions with an eyebrow raises, leaning back just enough to avoid the blonde locks in his face.
Matt Stone:
You can just stroll in and get what you want? Well why didn’t you do that last week?
Nicole looks over her shoulder as she stops her casual stroll down the hall. There’s a smirk on her face as she appears to be enjoying having all the control in the current situation.
Nicole Rossi:
I didn’t feel like it.
Matt Stone:
Well that would have been a go-
He stops talking when it’s clear she’s no longer listening, just rolling his eyes.
Matt Stone:
A good thing to do last week…
He finishes to himself and just walks off.
Singles Match
Luna VS Kyle ButlerAs the bell rang, Luna and Kyle wasted no time and closed the distance in the center of the ring. The two circled a bit before locking horns in a collar and elbow tie up. Smith used his shortness to her advantage and ducked under Butler to get a waist lock from behind. Obviously she wasn’t trying to suplex the bigger man, rather tried to surprise him with a quick roll up, but the Master Of The Roll Tide kicked out in two. Luna now threw several elbows to the back of Kyle’s head, keeping him on the ground. Several shots later, she attempted another cover, but she ended up with another two count. The former Tag Team champion reacted quickly and tossed Luna with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. She slowly worked her way to her feet as Kyle sprinted and lunged for a clothesline, barely ducked by Smith. After hitting the ropes, the Golden Era member bounced back into a leg lariat from the Star Of The Night who tried the first pinfall in short time, getting the same result as the previous attempts. She took it out on the poor referee, accusing him of being too slow in his counting. Complaining of course didn’t get her anywhere and actually almost cost her the match as Kyle surprised her with a bridging tiger suplex. Kyle picked Luna up and tossed her into the corner. He delivered a flurry of rapid fire knife edge chops, with each one getting a resounding cheer from the crowd. He then scooped her up and hung her upside down in a tree of woe. Taking a few steps back he ran at her with a cannonball and quickly made the cover, forcing Luna to kick out in two and half. Kyle was on a roll now, keeping the pressure on the opponent with more hard strikes and knocking her down with a spinning backfist. Undeterred, he dragged her up to her feet but Luna caught him off guard with a throat strike. Quite the striker as well, Luna unleashed a flurry of kicks and knee strikes showing off her Krav Maga background. With the former tag champion temporarily stunned, Luna went on another combo striking rampage, finishing it off with the Starstorm. Neither that could keep him down and Luna’s frustration was really showing now. The former Lockdown and Junior Heavyweight champion, still the only superstar in MWE to hold a title on each brand, climbed to the top rope, looking to end things with her Stardom. “X Gonna Give It To Ya” blasted out of the loudspeakers and the crowd popped for Your Favorite Drug. An excitement Luna obviously didn’t share. She immediately barked orders at her bodyguard West Long telling him to do his job and keep Xavier away, but Laroux never showed up. Kyle took advantage of the distraction to reach Luna on top and connect a super belly to belly suplex. He held her in a clinch position and lifted his knee a few times, rocking the Star Of The Night and dropping her down with a butterfly suplex. After Luna kicked out, Butler waited for her to rise up and nailed her on the canvas with the Rooooooooooooooooooolllll TIDE!!, picking up a big win against a former Lockdown champion WINNER: Kyle Butler BY: Pinfall (Rooooooooooooooooooolllll TIDE!!), 10:23 |
Heading backstage to the locker room area we find Clyde Eldon Jr deep in thought his match up next with former champion, Devin Hearst. A gigantic opportunity and he seems to be focused until the loud sounds of laughter can be heard. Walking into the room are the MWE Tag Team Champions, K2O. With the night off Karen Eldon is dressed in a pair of black leather pants heels and a blue tank top. Next to her is Olly the other half of the champions wearing a T-Shirt and jeans, both holding their belts.
Karen Eldon:
Can you believe the look on Millie’s little face when she lost? Poor thing, almost don’t think her little brain could process it.
The two walk in enjoying their recent run in with Team Trillie costing them a number one contender’s match earlier in the night. Clyde can be seen clearly annoyed looking up at the two sharing a happy moment together while he is getting ready.
Olly:
Not sure what was better, if that of Trinity screaming that she would kill me..
Olly replies with a chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair and adjusting the title on his shoulder.
Olly:
Maybe you’ll have better luck next time, Trin Trin… It’s a shame really that you couldn’t get the job done tonight… We were SO looking forward to fighting you girls…
His tone is obviously mocking, a poor imitation of Trinity’s voice. Despite it being poor Karen has a big laugh nonetheless.
Karen Eldon:
Now we have to face Price and Scrivens? They’ll be easy work.
Never the most quiet tone from Karen, as Clyde finally can’t hold back any more sitting up angrily.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
You two mind keeping it down? I am getting ready for a match, a big one. Against the former champion. Not all of us have the night off…
Looking between the two Clyde says this with a bigger tone in his voice, seeming to be pushing more and more towards his breaking point. Olly shrugs his shoulders, looking at Clyde.
Olly:
Perks of being a champion, I guess.
And he pats the title on his shoulder.
Olly:
You should be happy for your mother, Clyde. Look at her, she’s finally a champion after so many failed attempts, let her enjoy her moment.
Olly turns to his tag team partner, smiling at her. Knowing this is just a continuation of the two going back and forth. Karen does have a big smile on her face though, never not enjoying being reminded she is a champion.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
I am happy for her…
He lets there be a pause to show that happiness doesn’t apply to him.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
But at least you’ll have time to go watch Faith lose to Faizah later…
The smile on Olly’s face fades for just a brief moment.
Olly:
Damn, you’re crushing hard on her, aren’t you?
Never missing a chance to taunt Clyde, he doubles down.
Olly:
I mean, I get it she’s cute and she talks to you… Which is more than most girls do actually. But, between me and you, I believe you have better chances to beat Hearst tonight than going on a date with Faizah.
Clearly not enjoying his statements Clyde gets up and angrily storms out of the locker room. In a war of words clearly not equipped to go at Olly, who cuts to the core. Karen seems a bit worried but also doesn’t feel him being angry going into the match is the worst thing.
Karen Eldon:
Well, guess we should prepare for Price and Scrivens then?
Saying that to lighten the tension and change the subject at the same time, the two champions get ready for what is to come next.
Singles Match
Hearst VS Clyde Eldon Jr.The news of Hearst’s return to MWE broke out only one week ago, but the excitement for the return of the former World champion was palpable. The first thing to stand out was his impressive physique, more defined than ever, and his change of attitude since joining the Guiding Light. No more “good vibrations”, Hearst left behind all the mannerisms from his past in the closet along with his Hawaiiaan shirts and the sunglasses. He didn’t even react to Clyde’s taunts, which seemed to piss off the already nervous kid. Eldon put his hands on Hearst’s chest and shoved him back, saying that he looked like the shell of the man who ruled over MWE with an iron fist. Hearst didn’t reply, but came back with a big boot that flattened CEJ. The former champion’s aggression was unchanged, though his pace was slower, more methodical. He systematically began tearing Clyde apart, no wasted motions as he shifted from direct strikes to submissions, keeping the pressure on Clyde. Size, power and experience advantage were heavily on Hearst’s side, making this an uneven matchup. But Clyde Eldon was a young man with a huge chip on his shoulder and something to prove, especially to Olly and his own mother. Showing great fighting spirit, Clyde withstood Hearst’s initial onslaught, even kicking out from a brutal high impact full nelson slam that would’ve put down most people. Slowly he began fighting back, driving his fist in Hearst’s side as the former leader of Sandstorm was picking him up.Whether he did it purposely or a lucky shot driven by desperation, those punches to the ribs turned out to be very effective. Hearst was slightly bending to a side, clutching the same body part that had bothered him for the biggest part of his career and Clyde took the chance to exit the ring and climb to the top rope, jumping down with a double axe handle to the top of his head. The Seven-Headed Beast went down, Clyde delivered an elbow drop to the chest and then hooked the leg, obtaining a count of two. Clyde’s confidence grew with every passing minute. Even though his attacks never seem to create any problem to Hearst, his pressure was constant and relentless. So much that he began to wear out, showing signs of fatigue and thus making his strikes less powerful and precise. Slowly but steadily, Hearst started gaining ground, shifting the momentum back in his favor. The most impressive thing was how easy he made it look, giving the impression that he let the young man have some fun before he started fighting seriously. He threw a couple of haymakers at Clyde who backpedalled into the corner. In a rare acceleration the member of The Guiding Light charged at him but Eldon moved out of the way and he crashed chest first into the corner. CEJ quickly rolled him up but the former champion kicked out in two and immediately stood up, doubling the young man over with a knee to the stomach setting him up for a big powerbomb. To his credit, Clyde survived and kicked out in two, showing great resiliency. Hearst kept hitting him hard, willing to break his resistance and celebrate his return with a win. But neither the exploder suplex that threw Clyde all the way across the ring nor the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker could keep the young man down. The old Hearst would probably let frustration get to his head at this point, but this new version was wired differently. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t even complain. He just picked up Eldon off the floor and used him to show the world his new finisher called The Path Of Lions (emerald flowsion Kai). As he made the cover, the former World champion looked straight into the camera and said: “The weak are meat. The strong do eat.” WINNER: Hearst BY: The Path Of Lions, 9:36 |
Trinity Thompson:
I HATE THEM!
The scream coming from behind the left ajar door of Team Trillie’s locker room echoes in the hallways of the Fort Idaho Center. It’s filled with anger and frustration, understandable feelings after what happened in the opening match of the night. As the camera peeks in, we see Trinity Thompson pacing nervously back and forth, pulling her own hair.
Trinity Thompson:
We had won, we were so close… But of course Olly and Karen had to get involved! You know why?
Millie Smith:
They see us as a threat to the tag team championships.
Millie then gets in her partner's way, the more cool-headed of the pair.
Millie Smith:
I thought they'd leave us to prove it, instead of interfering so they almost cherry pick a contender.
Trinity applies the ice pack on her head, finding comfort in the refreshing sensation. Olly’s knee really did a number on the young girl.
Trinity Thompson:
Exactly. They’re scared of us, they know that if they get in the ring with us, we’ll whoop their ass. All this talk about how we’re not worthy of getting in the ring with them? It’s a bunch of BS. And tonight they just proved it.
The frustration is clear in the younger sister of Tiff Rollins.
Trinity Thompson:
Bet they’re laughing right now...Ugh, I’d give anything to kick that smile off their stupid faces!
Millie steps aside so Trinity can throw something in anger. Millie took this as a green light to sigh, louder than she usually does.
Millie Smith:
We can't let them do that and see us as pushovers. What do you think we should do?
Trinity finally calms down, taking a deep breath. She stands there in silence for a moment, you can almost hear the cogs running in her brain.
Trinity Thompson:
Everybody saw they screwed us over.. I think we should go talk to the General Manager and ask her for a chance to make this right.
Millie collects her hoody off the back of a chair in the locker room to go with her tag team partner.
Millie Smith:
…
Millie remains a little nervous about speaking with the GM, but tries to keep them at bay.
Millie Smith:
I'm right behind you, Teamie.
Seeing how nervous her partner is, Trinity tries to calm her down by placing her hand on Millie’s shoulder.
Trinity Thompson:
It’s all good, Mil. Miss McCarthy seems very nice, there’s nothing to be worried about. And, between me and you, I think she hates Karen as much as we do. She’ll listen to us, you’ll see.
With that said, Millie takes a more reassured and comfortable sigh, then turns on her heels and opens the door, leaving the room in the direction of Elsa’s office.
Singles Match
Faith Savell VS Faizah MarshallAfter their forced partnership one week ago, Faith and Faizah once again found themselves in the opposite corners of the ring, ready to add another chapter to their rivalry. You’d think that after the events of last week Faith would be out there looking for revenge but the young Savell didn’t seem too mad about the past. Actually, she twisted and rubbed it iFaizah’s face, saying that she understands that turning against her during their tag match was just an attempt to step out of the Valedictorian’s shadow she had been living under for all her career. Marshall smiled, but you could tell that with those words Faith got a bit under her skin. Out of the blue Marshall delivered a superkick, barely dodged by Faith who ducked under it and took the opponent down with a sweep kick, falling on top of her for a quick cover and a count of one. Olly, who was sitting in the front row, smiled and applauded his bestie’s actions. As both got back to their feet, Faizah lunged in and the two locked up in the center of the ring, starting to jockey for position. Just when Faith seemed to have the upper hand and get some good leverage on the two time Gold Star, Faizah moved around and tossed Savell to the mat with a vicious judo throw, followed by an immediate lateral press to get a count of one, just like her opponent did moments before. The battle between the two was just as much psychological as it was physical. For the entire first part, they almost mirrored each other’s offense, wanting to prove their superiority by upstaging the other. As a result, the contest was very evenly matched and enjoyable, with back and forth actions, near falls from both sides and long chain wrestling sequences. This equilibrium was broken when the Valedictorian hit a released german suplex throwing Faizah into the corner. The impact of the back of her head against the turnbuckle stunned the Best At Everything who ate a running back elbow from Faith. Savell followed up with a snapmare and a hard kick to the back. Marshall met the Valedictorian in the middle of the ring but before they could lock up, Faizah nailed Faith in the face with a brutal headbutt. Caught by surprise, Faith fell down on her rear and The Original BAE followed up with a shining wizard. worth a count of two. Savell got right back up to her feet then stumbled back at Marshall who arm dragged her quickly into the corner. Faith landed in the corner back first after the maneuver, Faizah used her speed to rush directly across the ring to the opposite corner taking off at the Valedictorian with double knees to the face. Once again she made the cover, but Savell showed great ring awareness and put her foot on the bottom rope. The referee broke up the pin then allowed both women to stand up. He resumed action which led Faizah to charge but she got caught with a fisherman suplex into a bridged pin by the technically impeccable Faith. Marshall kicked out but Faith was on a roll now, stringing together a series of suplexes for just as many near falls. When she went for her trademark bridging northern lights though, she found the opponent ready with a counter. A series of punches to the midsection to break free and a swift roundhouse to knock the Valedictorian down. Faizah went to pick her up but Faith shoved her back and hit a jumping knee that staggered Marshall. She went once again for the Northern Lights, but before she could lift her, “Very Ape” by Nirvana blasted out of the speakers, a deja-vu from their match at the SKW event The Community. Just like last time, Tiff Rollins was nowhere to be seen, but the distraction allowed Faizah to roll her up with a cradle. Before the referee hit the three, Faith was able to roll through, pinning the Original BAE shoulders down for the three. WINNER: Faith Savell BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 14:37 |
What do you do when time starts running out?
A sand clock turns upside down as the scene opens up in what, at first glance, looks like an empty room. There are no lights around, other than the one right in front of the sand clock, and one can guess it’s all for dramatic purposes. The sound of someone walking interrupts the silence and as soon as they do, the voice comes back.
In my mind you only have two options when that happens… One, you start crying and praying before you decide to scratch as many things off your bucket list as you can…
A brief moment of silence follows, as a couple more steps can be heard.
But that isn’t too much fun in my opinion. The second option you have, on the other hand… is.
A couple more steps and now a figure can be seen standing behind the sand clock. The light is enough to shine on the legs of whoever this is, but it’s not decipherable who it is… yet. The sound of a metal chair being opened follows and as if it all was done in one swift motion, the chair opens and this figure sits down on it… claps their hands and the lights come up revealing Gareth Prichard Jr.
He has a smirk on his face as he looks directly to the camera, sitting with his legs wide as if to manifest grandeur or a feeling of belonging. There’s a small butterfly bandage on his forehead, no doubt a battle scar from his hardcore match with Cordy Stevenson. The room, now lit up, is nothing more than an equipment room, filled to the brim with production boxes and stuff pertaining to the show. The occasional staff member appears in the background as Gareth takes his sweet ass time before he continues speaking.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
You see, the second option is to create as much chaos as you can… while you can. The human race will always look for ways to get “one up” on the next person. We’re competitive by nature, ambitious and envious beings that wish to have what we don’t. The pasture is always greener on the other side, type of stuff. So, why conform only to what you think everyone else wants from you. Everyone else wants to see you cry, while they laugh. Everyone else wants to see you crawl and beg… to them. Why give them what they want? Why make them feel like they have something on you, something you want? Why not throw a huge monkey wrench at everything and smile in the face of danger, while making everyone else fight YOUR fights.
A slight chuckle escapes The King of Failure as he leaned forward on the chair, dragging the briefcase into view. The screeching sound of metal rubbing against concrete is enough to make those sensitive to that kind of sound, crawl and beg him to stop… but it doesn’t last long. In turn, the screeching sound bleeds into more words from him.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Last week I was thrown a monkey wrench. Yet, while everyone else would’ve just shrugged and gone with the flow and just give YOU the best show possible… I walked out and watched the show myself… I have to say Helena and Eliza gave one hell of a performance. But they KNEW they weren’t in control of that whole match. You could see it in their eyes, they were more preoccupied by what I could do; than what either of them could do to each other. That’s precisely the kind of thing one SHOULD do when time is running out.
Gareth runs his fingers on top of the briefcase as he continues.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Tonight, I don’t have to walk out and have a match with anyone. I don’t have to put on a facade and a show for your enjoyment. No… tonight everyone else is putting up a show for me as I myself am a spectator. Believe me I have been expecting one hell of a show and so far, I’ve been disappointed. That’s why I’m appearing now to all of you. Time is running out for me and this briefcase… but before it does, I’ll collect what I’m owed…
Gareth then grabs the briefcase and stands up, as he leaves she drags the chair with him as the camera cuts to the sand clock as the last few grains of sand drop down as the scene cuts back to the ring.
“The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz is marching down the backstage corridors of the Fort Idaho Center in Nampa Idaho. Lasiewicz is dressed in her wrestling gear, which consists of a two piece mostly black attire with black boots and her black hooded leather jacket. She is laser focused on her opponent, none other than Tiff Rollins. After losing the tag team titles and a failed attempt to capture the Cloud Gate Championship, The Archangel is looking to regain some momentum. This is why she is stoic but intensely focused. Unfortunately that focus is broken when she is hit on the side of her head by a flying…
...fish?
Lasiewicz looks down and spots a dead salmon lying at her feet. She sighs and looks in the direction the salmon was thrown. There she spots her half-sister, the reigning Chicago Way Champion Kimberly Williams, dressed up in an overgrown Ms. Potato Head outfit. How does she know this is Kim? The Dalek is right next to her.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Kimberly?! What the hell?!
Kimberly Williams:
Damn it! You gave me away, Dalek!
The Woman Scorned smacks the Dalek.
Dalek:
APOLOGIES! APOLOGIES! APOLOGIES!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
What the hell were you doing, Kim?
Kimberly Williams:
The same thing we always do, Pinky....TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD...oh, wait, that’s just on Tuesdays. I mean, the same thing I do every time I’m not booked for a match. I throw things at old people!
And with that Kim picks up another salmon and throws it at Jessica. But this time The Archangel is able to catch it and throws it at the Dalek.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Throw things at old people, eh? You do remember that I am seven years younger than you?
Kimberly Williams:
Point taken. Still, I’m bored and I figured this was a great way to kill time.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
How come you’re bored? No one trying to challenge your reign as...Lizard Champion?
Kimberly Williams:
Not tonight, shockingly. I think after stapling AND stabbing a guy just to retain the title I scared some people off. But I found another way to keep myself entertained AND to help you at the same time!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Help me? For the love of God. How can you help me, Kim?
Kimberly, still in her potato outfit, rushes over to her half-sister.
Kimberly Williams:
You’ve been moody. Now I understand where you get it, I mean, our mom was a bit insane, and your dad can strike fear in the hearts of millions with just three little dots! But you need to cheer up! Where the hell has Little Miss Fabulous been lately, huh? I haven’t seen her since she lost the MWE World Tag Titles and the GCW Global Tag Titles within the span of a month!
Lasiewicz rolls her eyes.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Thank you for reminding me and the entire world of that one, Kim. Just the thing I need right before I go to the ring and compete.
Kimberly Williams:
You’re welcome! Now I can understand why all of that would get you down, but I am gonna put you in a brighter mood even if it kills me. But it won’t kill me because I have trained Dalek here in the art of CPR.
Dalek:
CARDIOPULMONARY RESUSCITATION!
The Archangel sighs and shakes her head.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
You know what would brighten my mood? Planting Tiff’s head in the mat tonight. Or making her tap out to The Four Card Trick. Either would really make a happy girl. I can’t imagine what you could do to make me happy.
Kimberly Williams:
How’s about we start with a tiny little bet? I mean, your dad was once known as The Gambit. He taught you to play all those card games and how to gamble with the best of them. So why not start with a little bet?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I’m not sure I can take a woman dressed as a potato seriously but fine, we can do that. What’s the bet?
Williams reaches into her potato costume and produces two small envelopes. One says “Jess Wins” and the other says “Jess Loses”. Lasiewicz looks at this and then looks curiously back up at Kim.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
What is this?
Kimberly Williams:
I’m determined to make you loosen up, sis. I am determined to help you enjoy yourself. So this right here, it’s your fate and it’s based on how your match turns out tonight. Whatever happens, win or lose, that’s what envelope we open and whatever is contained inside, that’s we do.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Fine, ok, lets see what it says…
She reaches for the envelopes but Kim pulls them away.
Kimberly Williams:
NO!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Huh?! Are you kidding me?! I’m not accepting a bet if I don’t know the stakes!
Kimberly Williams:
Sure you can. I do it all the time. I blindly put your house on the line. I wasn’t told the game until I started to play.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
YOU DID WHAT?!
Kimberly Williams:
Hey, calm down! It was strip poker and I won! Where do you think I got this neat Mrs. Potato Head outfit from?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
You put MY house on the line up against a Mrs. Potato Head outfit?!
Kimberly Williams:
Yep! And I won! So making a blind bet is perfectly ok! Plus we wouldn’t want your match outcome impacted by these potential fates, am I right?
The Woman Scorned winks at the camera.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Are you implying I might intentionally lose if I preferred that option?
Kimberly Williams:
No, but we can go with that!
The Archangel rolls her eyes and then storms off in a huff. Kimberly claps her hands excitedly.
Kimberly Williams:
Can I take that as a yes? I need to know?!
Kimberly waits for a response but gets none. So The Woman Scorned shrugs and skips away.
Singles Match
Jessica Lasiewicz VS Tiff RollinsAnother fight in the family for Tiff Rollins, over a year after that historic match against Anastasia Starling in Japan a year and half ago. The match against Jessica started with mutual respect, a handshake and an exchange of compliment and pleasantries between the two. Then they began to circle around, a short phase of study before Jessica drew first blood (not literally) with a quick jab to the jaw. Rollins felt the blow, staggering ever so slightly and stared at Jessica, surprised by the quickness of her execution. Rollins threw her leg and kicked Lasiewicz in her left thigh, causing the leg to buckle for a brief moment. Tiff hit her again with a kick just as hard as the previous one, Jessica answered with an uppercut that sent the Five Foot Murder Machine reeling back and immediately lunging in with a jumping forearm strikes. The two kept trading blows with growing intensity, none of them willing to give up an inch. Pride kicked in, both competitors wanted to prevail over the other and stopped caring about dodging or blocking the opponent’s blows, focusing only on the attack. The fans followed the back and forth action, cheering for both competitors as they kept throwing everything at one another. And an exchange like this could only end in one way, with both Jessica and Tiffany paying tribute to the Archangel’s father, the Polish Legend Andreas Lasiewicz with the Peacemaker (leaping high knee), knocking each other down. The referee began the double count, both women got up to their feet way before time and went back to fight, this time locking up in the middle of the ring. Her height gave Jessica more leverage and a clear advantage, and she began to push Tiff back into the corner. The former Cloud Gate champion suddenly slipped out of the collar and elbow tie up and transitioned behind Jessica, who quickly turned around into a missile dropkick that sent her into the corner. Rollins followed up with the cannonball senton, but only got a count of two. Tiffany kept the pressure on, looking to get her career back on track with that first singles win after getting her hand raised last week in the tag match with her half sister Trinity Thompson. though not without controversy. She obtained a near fall with the swinging ddt she learned from her adoptive mother Brytain Rollins. Jessica popped up finding Tiff waiting for her. The former Cloud Gate champion went for a roundhouse kick but the Archangel ducked under it. She nearly took off Tiffany’s head with a superkick that sent her opponent to the mat flat on her back. Lasiewicz then went to the opposite corner and waited for Rollins to stand up. As she finally did, Jessica charged in at full speed and blasted the Little Hoss with her tribute to Lady Magdalena’s Our Lady Peace. Rollins kicked out in two and stood up, visibly dazed, and leaned into the corner to gain her bearings. Jessica charged in but the Five Foot Murder Machine hit her with a low dropkick to the leg and caused her to fall against the corner. Jessica bounced back after her face smashed the middle turnbuckle and managed to somehow stay on her feet after the impact. Tiffany ended up directly behind Lasiewicz and dropped her on her head with an inverted ddt. Tiff climbed to the middle rope and jumped for the Thrillkiller. The swanton bomb missed the target as Jessica rolled out of the way, the Archangel quickly capitalized with a scissor kick as Tiffany started to stand up. Lasiewicz didn’t make the cover, waiting for Tiff to stand up once again as she moved behind her back. And when she did, she planted on her face with the Pure Deformation (skull crushing finale) for the three count. WINNER: Jessica Lasiewicz BY: Pinfall (Pure Deformation), 12:55 |
We then see something in black and white giving a retro feel. It isn’t like the normal setting either with it being taped. It’s the spinning of gears as if things were clockwork...or rather inside of a giant clock itself. Another clue this was taped? The man appearing on the largest gear that’s slowly rotating around is the World Champion of the entire promotion in Seth Iser. He’s not dressed to compete...yet. The three piece suit gives that away but the shine of the World Championship around his waist gleams in even a black and white setting.
Seth Iser:
Caeca invidia est, Andrews.
He says in a very low tone before exiting off that gear. The sounds of ticking are heard in the background. The demeanor of the champion is rather calm.
Seth Iser:
Your envy is one of many things that continue to put on blinders to the truth of the matter. Still too emotional...still one who puts stock in the wrong things in our industry. Too unaware of what’s going on around you. But change is afoot in you as well. As slow and as sure as it seems to anyone...I sense it. All thanks to a little push from me of course...but it’s there.
The veteran just closes his eyes as only the sound of ticking is heard.
Seth Iser:
People change in time...and time changes people. In some instances...people change people thanks to the time they’ve had in their own life. It isn’t something exclusive to our line of work either, Duke. The auto industry man who lost his job in Detroit had to adapt to the change around him. So do the coal miners in my state when the mines dried up. Some people call those of us untrusting or you think I’m the worst for that but the truth is...nobody stays in stasis forever. We all need to adapt to the world around us. Nor are we young forever. For what you poke about in my age...you lived harder for longer with what you’ve done to your system. And the truth of the matter?
A coldness creeps into Iser’s voice as he opens his eyes, through the black and white presentation the expression is colder than the other side of the pillow.
Seth Iser:
Duke, the sands of time might even claim you before they claim me. And you know that’s a damn real possibility.
The ticking gets a little louder as Seth takes another step forward, his imposing six foot five frame the sight of intimidation even in a suit.
Seth Iser:
Once I make you realize that fact...you’ll change beyond recognition. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed...you get entangled with me enough times...you’re no longer the same person you once were. I made Owen Gonsalves turn into a warrior who wanted nothing more than revenge because he crossed a line with me and he’s still trying to live with those consequences well after the fact that I’ve...moved on.
He taps the world championship around his waist.
Seth Iser:
My most recent piece of work...one I didn’t even intend on doing but it just happened, was with the man now known as Gareth. I gave him a push and I turned a man who was happy go-lucky into the ultimate machine of professional wrestling. He has his point to prove...bit by bit. And his own aims. Just the question is...what are you going to turn into fully when you are done with me, Duke? Champion? You hope for that…
He again gestures at the championship around his waist as the ticking slows down.
Seth Iser:
But I don’t foresee that happening...yet. You care too much about artificial things to really commit to what’s most important in our industry or even life itself. The cotton candy of wrestling you keep going after...but I think that’ll be one of the things that change when you get a more...pure look at what wrestling should be. Don’t worry, this won’t be Calvin Ball...as tempting as that might be. But I’m going to make you do one crucial thing...I’m going to make you fight left handed against your emotions and in some instances...your own instincts in that ring. I want Pure rules for our match, Duke.
The gears slow down after he says that.
Seth Iser:
Knowing this is the direction I want...it makes me happy I’m wrestling another opponent tonight who is quite the technician. Another person who might have to deal with...the sands of time. The constant ticking in the brain. Helena Noir…
He speaks that name calmly, with even a level of respect.
Seth Iser:
Someone who survived the hell that is the death match world and is now known for something else. In that respect you remind me of Owen...and even a little bit of myself. But we always feel what we’ve done in the past. The devil always collects for all of us and I know your body feels that strain...your scars tell that story. So do your eyes when you move…
The champion’s eyes are locked in with a supreme coldness as he’s glaring at the camera.
Seth Iser:
You can’t hide those things from an old man like me. If you know where to look...you can see the time that is behind a person...and even a little bit of what’s coming in the future. No, that isn’t some ESP or some psychic bullshit. It’s understanding people. And I understand to some extent what Helena is. And I understand fully what Duke is. Hell, I understand what you might become…
He then turns on his heel and walks back heading toward the gear and getting back on before turning back around.
Seth Iser:
And that’s my biggest weapon over both of you. I’m the agent of change...the man who changes people in time. That’s part of why I’m the World Champion. And neither Helena tonight nor Duke on pay per view will be able to overcome this knowledge I’ve earned...over time.
And with that last tick, Iser is behind the gear and when you expect him to rotate back around, it seems as if he’s gone. We fade from this.
Singles Match
Helena Noir VS Seth IserHelena Noir made her surprise return one week ago picking up a huge win against the Intercontinental Champion Eliza Foley in one of the most unique triple threat matches to memory, one that saw Gareth Prichard Jr. sitting on the outside for the whole time. Tonight she went one on one against the World champion himself, and she started the match with great intensity, delivering punches in a flurry to Iser who put his hands up to protect himself. Noir changed to deliver a thunderous chop, but the champ didn’t seem phased. Helena then changed strategy, running toward Seth who reacted on instinct and extended his arm for a clothesline. Helena ducked it and hit the ropes, running off them and taking down the big man with a sling blade. She immediately went for the legs, targeting them with stomps and a leg lock. Seth quickly dragged himself, and her alongside, to the ropes. Seth picked himself up but Helena was already back on the attack, driving him face first into the canvas with a bulldog, quickly going back to another submission, this time a kneebar. Pushing through the pain, Seth began hammering at Helena’s until the former Liberty champion was forced to release the hold. They stood up, both of them slightly limping as they moved closer to one another, meeting in the middle of the ring. Seth reached out and caught Helena on the jaw with a right hook, sending her staggering back a couple of steps. Grabbing her arm, she whipped her against the ropes and picked her up for a sidewalk slam. While Helena was focusing on Seth’s legs, the World champion’s strategy was to just throw the opponent around and slam her against any and every surface available, including the turnbuckles and the barricades when the fight inevitably spilled out of the ring. The pain shooting through her back was starting to aggravate Helena, and Iser kept the pressure on with an old school bear hug. The tattooed woman tried to resist and wriggle away, but the hold was too tight. She dropped a headbutt to the bridge of Seth’s nose, and that did the trick, forcing him to break the hold as he stumbled backwards two steps in which time Helena was able to recover. With a drop toe hold she took Seth down and grabbed his leg to apply a stretch muffler. All the work done on Seth’s leg was paying off, slowing down the champion’s movements and forcing him to fight a different match from what he had planned, putting more attention on the defensive side to not leave any opening for Helena to take advantage of. The Swedish born was keeping herself away from his grasp rather easily, counting on her speed and evasion skills and taking any chance to strike at the leg. But the opportunity to actually take Iser down and put him in another one of her submissions. The vetran in fact intentionally lowered his guard, tricking Helena into lunging in to grab his leg and then used the other one to knee her in the skull. Noir went down and Iser could finally unleash his brand of punishment, starting with a number of wicked stomps and following with a deadlift german suplex. The former Liberty Champion slowly pulled herself up, receiving a couple of uppercuts before being tossed into the corner with a violent irish whip that caused her to bounce back toward Seth who picked her up for the Pillar Of Truth. Helena raised her shoulder before the three, bringing her hand to the lower back. Iser hit her right there with a couple of hard forearm strikes and then lifted her in a powerbomb position. The Swede managed to counter it with a sunset flip but instead of pinning him, she grabbed his foot and applied an ankle lock. Seth desperately tried to escape, but Helena added a grapevine hold to put more pressure on the foot. The champion was in great difficulty, desperately clawing toward the ropes in a race against time and the pain the submission was causing. On at least two occasions he looked like he was on the verge of tapping out, but pushed through and eventually reached salvation. Helena released the hold as soon as he touched the bottom rope, the referee asked her to step back as he checked on the champion who was slowly getting up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Ever the opportunist, Seth took advantage of this situation with a cheap shot over the referee’s head that rocked Noir and allowed him to connect the buckle bomb he missed earlier. The tattooed woman bounced hard against the top turnbuckle, ending up right into Seth’s Deprivation DDT. WINNER: Seth Iser BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 16:33 |
The scene opens with BROOKFORD leaning against a wall backstage. His arms are crossed. The stare he gives to the camera is intense. A sigh escapes him.
BROOKFORD:
Millennium Wrestling is promoting tonights main event as a Special Attraction match featuring us Battle of the Briefcase participants. It’s cute. I can perfectly understand why this soiree is billed in such a manner, for me, tonight is foreplay. Just another stop on the road to the inevitable... me winning the briefcase.
Kenzie, Alan and Leia will get a preview of what is about to come. Alan already knows what I am capable of. I whooped his ass when he was associated with APE. Kenzie, Leia. They are unfamiliar. I’ll get them acquainted soon enough.
BROOKFORD winks devilishly.
BROOKFORD:
Suppose that’s it. Not in the mood to talk. Rarely am. Lets get this show on the road.
BROOKFORD shrugs. He walks off as the scene fades to black.
Tag Team Match
Millennium vs Riot BFTB Special Attraction Match
Millennium vs Riot BFTB Special Attraction Match
BROOKFORD & Kenzie Garrett VS Leia LeBeau & Alan Envy
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Peyton Holland: “In four days, on the last Riot before Glory Horizons, these four competitors will battle inside a cage to determine who will compete in the final of the BFTB tournament at the ppv. But tonight, they’ll have to team with their next opponents in a showcase match that will reignite the brand war.” Ambra Monroe: “It’s a rivalry as old as the orange brand, immediately labeled as “the B show” by the likes of Chris Constantine and Duke Andrews. Team Riot winning the six vs six match two years ago, nor the fact that both the Intercontinental champions came from the Sunday Night show seemed to have changed this perception.” Peyton Holland: “Yeah, but it’s the nature of the beast, you know? You put extremely competitive people in an extremely competitive environment… Of course they’ll claim their show is the best. And tonight, they have the chance to prove it.” Ambra Monroe: “Looks like it’s ladies first tonight. Leia and Kenzie will start things off for the respective teams.” The bell tolled and the two women exchanged a nod of mutual respect. Leia came barreling across the ring, lunging at the former Chicago Way champion with a Superman punch, knocking Kenzie into the ropes. The Show unloaded a flurry of knife edge chops, however Garrett regained her composure quickly and booted LeBeau in the gut, quickly putting an end to her fast attack.The Soulknife clocked Leia with a stiff forearm shot to the jaw that knocked her back a couple of steps. She then grabbed hold of her legs and took her down to the mat, leaping on top of her and unleashing a furious ground and pound attack. Peyton Holland: “Leia came firing out of the gates but Kenzie quickly put a stop to it.” Ambra Monroe: “All eyes are on the heavyweights, but these two girls won’t be outshone.” Leia shook off the opponent and stood up to her feet. Kenzie charged in and received a kick to the head that staggered her and sent her stumble back in her corner. BROOKFORD took the tag and Garrett didn’t seem pleased with it. The Problem Solver shrugged his shoulders and entered the ring, finding himself on the receiving end of a series of swift kicks from Leia. BROOKFORD was able to block one and, keeping a hold of Leia’s long leg, dropped her on her neck with a fisherman’s buster. Leia kicked out in two, holding the ropes to get up on her feet. BROOKFORD whipped her across the ring. On the return, BROOKFORD looked to go for a back body drop, but Leia greeted him with a devastating Yakuza kick, knocking the big man back into the ropes. Just like he did before, Kenie took the chance to tag herself in, getting back in the ring with a spectacular springboard hurricanrana.The two young women fought back and forth for a couple of minutes, trying to steal the win with flash pinning combinations but neither of them could get the three. They both stood up, receiving a round of applause from the fans. Leia went for a kick to the stomach but it was blocked by Kenzie who blocked the Show’s foot. LeBeau jumped and clocked her with an enziguri, reaching Envy into the corner and making the tag. Ambra Monroe: “Oddly enough, this is the first voluntary tag of the match.” The first thing Alan did as he entered the ring was approaching Kenzie and telling her to repent and seeking the help of Jesus. Garrett raised an eyebrow and told him to get the fuck out of here, reinforcing the message with a big right hand. Envy crouched and avoided the blow, the momentum behind the punch caused Kenzie to spin around and Envy was quick to catch her in a full nelson hold. He easily lifted the light opponent and dropped her on his knee with a backbreaker. Without disturbing any Higher Power, let’s just say that Alan was benefitting from this new attitude, showing a focus and an intensity he had long lost. His attack on Garrett was relentless, a combination of brawling strikes and power moves, including a never seen before, but definitely on character, crucifix powerbomb. To keep the match alive, BROOKFORD entered the ring and broke up the pin, running through the poor Leia who tried to stop the big man in vain. Alan didn’t take lightly being interrupted and stood up, getting in BROOKFORD’s face. The two stared into one another’s eyes intensely, the tension rising and it looked like it was about to go down… Alan learned the hard way that you can never take your eyes off Kenzie, and got planted on his head with the Grim Fandango (spikerana) for his distraction. Leia was able to break it up, this time avoiding BROOKFORD’s clothesline. Peyton Holland: “Close call for Envy here.” Ambra Monroe: “Looks like Team Riot finally got on the same page and decided to work together.” The tag was made and BROOKFORD entered the ring. Kenzie asked him to lift her on his shoulders, BROOKFORD didn’t look too convinced but decided to play ball. Garrett was now standing on the man’s shoulders, looking down at Envy laying on the floor and jumping with her Pinball Wizard (Diving Somersault Cannonball). The Problem Solver smiled and picked up Envy, locking him in his Lights Out (half Nelson choke with bodyscissors): With nowhere to go, Alan would’ve most likely tapped out if it wasn’t for Leia once again saving him. Garrett came just a second too late to stop the Show who ducked the lariat and grabbed Kenzie for a snap belly to belly suplex, throwing her in the corner. She quickly turned around and smacked the Soulknife with the Jet CIty Jive. BROOKFORD grabbed Leia’s arm and pulled her into a ripcord headbutt, knocking her down. The referee helped LeBeau roll out of the ring and did the same with Kenzie, leaving only the legal men to continue the match. But in all this time Alan had the chance to recover and grab the gold cross he brought to the ring to give blessings to the Idaho heathens, using it in a way that’s unlikely to have been approved by the Vatican, stabbing BROOKFORD’s skull with it. He then hid it in a not-so-sacred place and quickly dropped the Problem Solver on his head with the Envious Demise. The referee turned around just in time to make the count and declare Team Riot the winner. WINNER: Team Riot BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 19:33 |