Post by gvb on Nov 29, 2021 17:30:26 GMT -6
Riot in North Dakota
Live from Bismarck Event Center in Bismarck, ND
Sunday, November 28th, 2021
MENTV Championship Quarter Final Match #1
Devon Slayton VS Niko YuaWith the MENTV championship rules in effect and two more matches to go through to claim the vacant championship, Niko wasted no time and rushed across the ring, surprising Devon with a shotgun dropkick. He fell back into the corner and the Japanese saw an opportunity. She kicked him in the stomach a few times until he fell down to the mat, trying to hold himself up with the ropes. Niko followed with a shining wizard, kicking the cornered opponent right on the face and dragging him back to the middle of the ring where she made her first pin attempt. Slayton kicked out in one. Niko went for an Irish whip, countered by Devon who then bent over in an attempt to flip her with a back body drop,catching a boot to the mouth instead. He recovered just in time to see Yua charging at full speed for a forearm strike and lift her off her feet, dropping the woman on his knee with an atomic drop followed by the Black Flame (high-impact short range lariat). Without hesitation, Devon hooked the leg and attempted to end the match quickly, but Niko raised her shoulder in time, leaving Slayton surprised. He quickly jumped to his feet and stomped on the midsection of the Blade Maiden Of Tokyo before getting his foot caught. She pulled him to the mat and rolled over, applying a ton of pressure with an ankle lock. Devon screamed in pain as the referee approached him to see if he’d tap out but he shook his head no, refusing to give up.. He fought through the pain and managed to kick Niko in the ribcage with his free foot, knocking the air out of him briefly, just enough for him to wiggle free and break the hold. Back to his feet, he blasted Yua with a rising knee that pushed her back a few steps. Niko charged in right into a spinebuster from the former OWA World champion. Closing in to the ten minutes mark, Niko had the opponent in the corner while she delivered a flurry of kicks to the chest. Flipping the opponent out of the corner, Niko then kicked him hard on the spine, causing him to arch his back in pain. Before he could fully recover from that, she followed with a running knee to the face. Devon struggled to kick out from the deep cover, managing to throw his shoulder up only at the very last moment. Seeing the opportunity to advance to the next round, Niko dragged the Minnesota born up to his feet and unleashed one of her terrific striking combinations, building up to her Meteor Strike. Devon dodged the bullhammer by a whisker, lifting her opponent for a rock bottom and dropping her onto his knee. With only three minutes to go, Devon definitely had to speed up, pulling out the best moves in his arsenal including the Dead Zone (pumphandle flipping release half-nelson suplex), but Niko wasn’t staying down. He took his eyes away from the opponent for one second to check how much he had left and ate a jumping knee to the chin that sent him stumbling back. Niko went for another Meteor Strike but Slayton anticipated her with a bicycle kick. The impact sent Niko against the ropes and bouncing back right into his grasp, right into the Hellhound. Devon Slayton advanced to the semi-final. WINNER: Devon Slayton BY: Pinfall (Hellhound), 13:59 |
We cut to the backstage area of the Bismark Event Center in Bismark, North Dakota. There we find journalist Robbie Hayden standing next to the six foot six intimidating presence of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter. The Assassin is already dressed for action tonight in his all black wrestling attire. The sinister Sutter has a nasty grin on his face, anxiously anticipating his victims for this evening. Hayden, for his part, does not appear intimidated by Clyde’s presence even in the least little bit.
Robbie Hayden
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Robbie Hayden and my guest at this time calls himself The Assassin. He is none other than Clyde Sutter. Thank you for joining me tonight, Mr. Sutter.
The Assassin scoffs.
Clyde Sutter
Whatever.
Robbie Hayden
Well, at On The Rise you were beaten by James Edwards in the Last Man Standing Match, but tonight you…
The journalist is prompt interrupted when Sutter holds a hand up in his face to silence him.
Clyde Sutter
Beaten? Was I beaten? Let’s get one thing perfectly straight, Mr. Hayden. I may have been beaten on that night but my quest is never ending. I have a hate and rage boiling up within my bones, an unquenchable thirst for violence. This need, this desire, it can only be satisfied by the blood and agony of victims placed in my path. Mr. Edwards prolonged his professional life. That’s what he managed to do. He also managed to earn my respect, which is very difficult to do. But whilst I may have been beaten, understand Mr. Hayden that my journey of violence is never ending. Do you understand?
Robbie Hayden
Uh…sure?
Clyde Sutter
Good. Now continue.
Robbie Hayden
Well, uh, tonight you are in this tournament to crown a new MENTV Champion and your first round opponent is Crystal Zdunich, who looks to prove her doubters wrong by overcoming you here tonight.
Sutter chuckles.
Clyde Sutter
Everyone should have a dream, I suppose. But you know the thing about dreams, Mr. Hayden? They exist only within the realm of fantasy. Ms. Zdunich’s dreams of proving herself to the world, her dreams of silencing her critics at my expense, her dreams of becoming champion here in MWE, are about as real as unicorns, leprechauns, and dragons that you hear in fairy tales. It is nothing but the thing of fantasy, Mr. Hayden. What Ms. Zdunich is going to encounter tonight is reality. And that reality is in the form of yours truly, The Assassin. I will wake her up from her dreamland and force her to embrace reality, and I will do that by breaking her in half.
The Assassin grins nastily.
Clyde Sutter
But Ms. Zdunich is merely the first of what will eventually be three sacrifices tonight. That’s the thing about fantasies, Mr. Hayden. Humanity often has a difficult time differentiating between fantasy and reality. They gaze upon a fierce force of nature that they cannot explain and they come up with fantasies to explain it. What those fantasies lead to are sacrifices…sacrifices that they hope will appease that force of nature that they cannot explain. I am a force of nature, Mr. Hayden, one that cannot be explained; but the MWE hopes that they can satisfy me through sacrifices. Tonight they offer up Ms. Zdunich and then the next individual sacrificed to me will be either Devon Slaytor or Niko Yua. And the third and final sacrifice of the night will be Khalil, Faizah, Envy, or the psychopath Kimberly Williams. Does it matter to me who is offered up? Does it matter to me which of those lambs is led to the slaughter? No, it doesn’t. At the end of the day I will end them all. And for what? So I can become MENTV Champion?
He shakes his head.
Clyde Sutter
That’s just a perk. It is merely a bonus paycheck. And if MWE thinks that handing me a title will be enough to satisfy this raging force of nature then it is dead wrong. I will continue to wreak havoc even after I become MENTV Champion here tonight.
Robbie Hayden
But may I ask one more…
Sutter leans over, getting in the journalist’s face.
Clyde Sutter
This interview is OVER!
The Assassin turns and storms away.
MENTV Championship Quarter Final Match #2
Crystal Zdunich VS Clyde SutterSutter and Zdunich slowly walked toward each other to the center of the ring. Christina looked up at the much taller man, slightly intimidated by the size disadvantage. In return, Clyde stared at her with that sadistic grin on his face. Crystal boldly went to lock up with Sutter, who simply pushed her to the mat. She took it in stride, quickly getting back to her feet and placing her hands on the Assassin’s chest, shoving him back, barely budging him a step. Clyde laughed and swung a hard right lariat, sending the Blossoming Rose to the floor with a thud. Just like that, Sutter seized control, and made it look easy. He pushed her back into the corner and began driving his knee into her stomach, interrupting the attack only when the referee physically got between him and Zdunich, forcing the break. Showing no respect for the authority, he grabbed the ref’s shirt and pushed him away to get back to work. Zdunich raised her boot and kicked him in the face, repelling the attack and buying herself enough time to step out of the corner and clock the Assassin with an enziguri to the temple. The impact sent him flying through the ropes and landing hard on the floor outside the ring. Crystal waited for the moment when he stood up to dive through the ropes and knock him down with a suicide dive that earned her the applause of the fans. Despite the promising start, this little venture outside the ring took a bad turn for Crystal who inadvertently stepped in Clyde’s kingdom. After getting up to his feet, the Assassin blocked the woman’s punch and introduced her to the steel steps. The impact was devastating, the steps flew several feet away while Zdunich, for a moment, didn’t move looking completely out. Clyde dragged her up and, after slamming her head against the ring post, pushed her back inside the ring, making the cover and obtaining a near fall. Slowly and methodically, Sutter tore the Blossoming Rose apart with stiff strikes. It looked like he could end the match anytime he wanted, but the shilly-shallying allowed Christina to regroup and counter his Judge, Jury & Executioner with a hurricanrana. Before the man could get up, she delivered a tremendous Flashing Lights that knocked Sutter down. She dove on top of The Assassin, hooking both legs and praying that this was enough to keep Sutter down. It wasn’t, and after kicking out Clyde looked more angry than ever. He busted her nose with a vicious headbutt and turned her inside out with a wicked clothesline from hell. His second attempt for the Judge, Jury And Executioner successfully connected, and Clyde Sutter picked up the first win of his night. WINNER:Clyde Sutter BY: Pinfall (Judge, Jury & Executioner), 10:13 Time |
The scene opens backstage in the interview area. Per usual, the looming presence of TD Batterson stands behind the charismatic and electric Faizah Marshall. The crowd boos. Faizah doesn’t appear to care.
Faizah Marshall:
Becoming the MENTV Champion would be awesome, here’s why. I am not going to waste your time talking about Armageddon, making people sacrifices and victims. Feels superficial and boring if you ask me. I am not the type of competitor who is going to bore you half to death. I’ll admit, I made a mistake going after the Cloud Gate Championship. My reasons for going after Lowri wasn’t solely due to me wanting to beat the best in MWE. I wanted to stick it to Tiff. Me and her had a falling out. I wanted to be the one to break her Cloud Gate record. Made me no better than what’s her face. What the MENTV Championship represents for me is a chance to move on from all the ugliness of The Academy. Only thing I’ve ever wanted. Tonight is my shot to set myself on a path to not doing do that. But to be featured on television more than I have. What’s the point in being a mega star if you’re not on television, right? That’s my motivation.
Faizah turns to TD.
Faizah Marshall:
TD, we got a long night ahead of us. Lets get this done.”
Faizah fist bumps TD Batterson. They walk off as the scene fades to black.
MENTV Championship Quarter Final Match #3
Khalil Washington III VS Faizah MarshallFirst match back for Khalil against the former two-time Gold Star Faizah Marshall. The Original BAE walked to the ring, as per usual, accompanied by her bodyguard, TD Batterson. KW3, instead, was accompanied by Marcus Ali Jr, though the leader of the Bad Boyz seemed more focused on the crowd, fearing yet another meddling from the religious zealot that has been tormenting the Bad Boyz since their return. At the sound of the bell, Washington ran at Marshall with a clothesline. Faizah ducked and tripped Khalil, sending him flying into the corner. She quickly followed up with a few kicks to the knee of Ali and then fed him a European uppercut. KW3 reacted and, grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her into the corner where he delivered a huge shoulder to the stomach. Picking her up and placing her on the top turnbuckle climbing it as well, he then grabbed her and positioned for a superplex but Faizah started fighting back with a few punches to the stomach until he released the hold. She then grabbed him by the head with both hands and pushed him back, throwing him to the mat. Khalil quickly jumped up only to get blindsided with a flying crossbody from Faizah that gave the Best At Everything her first near fall. Faizah kept impressing with her speed, ducking under Khalil’s powerful strikes and shifting behind his back. As he carelessly turned around, she kicked him in the stomach and planted him on his head with a ddt, obtaining another count of two. It took him a while but eventually the NCAA Amateur Wrestling champion got that ring rust off and put an abrupt end to Faizah’s momentum with a wicked State Of Emergency (discus clothesline) that almost took Faiz’ head off. Just like that, Khalil was back to his usual, dominant ways using his strength and size advantage to ragdoll Faizah around the ring. An impressive stalling suplex with a ridiculously long hang time almost put Marshall down for the three count but the young girl was able to kick out in time. Khalil wore her further down with some hard knee strikes to the face from a clinch position before lifting her in a powerbomb position and running toward the corner for a buckle bomb. Great counter by Faizah who sent him head first into the turnbuckle. Dazed, Washington laid back against the corner while Faiz charged at him and jumped while spinning 180° to hit him with a back elbow. Khalil stepped out of the corner and caught the young woman in mid air with a waistlock when she had her back turned to him. He took another step toward the center of the ring and fell backward, suplexing the opponent into the turnbuckle. Faizah’s head bounced hard against the turnbuckle, a painful expression came on her face as she reached behind her neck, sore after the whiplash. “REPENT, SINNER!” A man yelled from within the fans. There he was, sitting in the front row, the same guy that jumped Marcus at On The Rise. Washington left the ring and went to confront him but Marcus got there before him, taking the sign from the man and ripping it in two. Things were heating up, the referee left the ring and tried to stop Marcus from hitting the “fan” and called for backup. Security rushed to the scene from both sides and while two of them pulled back the Bad Boy, the others dragged the problematic fan out of the Arena. The camera that was capturing the scene suddenly began moving forward, getting closer and closer to Khalil’s head.. THUD! Washington was down, knocked out by the cameraman. What the hell was going on? TD wasn’t waiting for an answer, throwing KW3 back inside the ring before the referee could turn around and realize what was going on. Marshall climbed to the top rope and jumped on him with The Best Splash Ever (450 splash) securing the win to advance to the semi-final. WINNER: Faizah Marshall BY: Pinfall (The Best Splash Ever), 11:08 |
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is laying in a bubble bath in the master bathroom of her Carmel,California beach home. Out of the big windows looking out at the Pacific Ocean the sun comes in. Riot is playing on the television that is on the wall of the bathroom.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
It appears that the MENTV championship is going quite well. I have my favorites but whoever comes out the victor has the privilege of holding a championship that I once held. You're all welcome. While On the Rise didn’t go as I would have liked last weekend I still have big plans for MWE.
Tiffany reaches over and grabs a glass of champagne. She takes a sip and then sets the glass back down to the side of the tub.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
I am sure all of you marks just presume that I am blowing smoke as I look out at the world through my rose colored glasses. None of you thought I stood a chance against James Edwards but I beat his ass and now he is an unhinged lunatic. None of you thought I would become MENTV champion but I did. So pardon me for questioning your misguided presumptions and not taking them seriously in the slightest. Like I have stated in the past I have my eyes on the Junior Heavyweight Championship. While Echo has proven herself to be an unstoppable force but I have a way about me that I ultimately get what I want. Brush me off if you must. It just makes my life easier. Brushing me off is something I am positive you all will do especially after Matt Stone beat me to retain the Intercontinental Championship the last time I was in an MWE ring but every unsuccessful venture can be a learning experience and if I get another chance at Matt the outcome will be a lot different. Go ahead and doubt me, I dare you.
Tiffany smiles.
We open backstage where we spot “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams dressed for combat. With her, as always, is her trusty Dalek. The tin can has been acting strange (well, stranger than usual) ever since it was dumped overboard in the Blackbeard’s Revenge Match at On The Rise, the same night Kimberly lost her Chicago Way Championship. The Woman Scorned looks to regain some gold tonight if she can outlast the other participants in tonight’s tournament to crown a new MENTV Champion. The Woman Scorned right now is pacing back and forth, with her infinity gauntlet on her hand.
Kimberly Williams
You know what bugs me about all this? First of all, this is all completely unfair. I only have the chance to carve up and maim three people tonight. Just three! Why can’t this stupid tournament be, like eight rounds, nine rounds, or ten rounds so I can butcher and maim to my heart’s delight? But noooooo after I turn Alan Envy into lunch meat I only have two more opportunities left!
She holds up two fingers at the Dalek.
Kimberly Williams
JUST TWO! DO YOU REALIZE HOW UPSET THIS MAKES ME?!
Dalek
SHALL I EXTERMINATE THE HUMAN FLESH CREATURES ELSA AND MORETTI FOR THIS INSOLENCE?!
Williams shakes her head.
Kimberly Williams
No, I’m pretty sure extermination is grounds for termination and I don’t want to see you terminated, either via pink slip or by a cyborg from the future pretending to be an Austrian bodybuilder. I will just do what I always do best...prove the haters wrong. Cause you know something, Rusty? After being Chicago Way Champion for as long as I was, then becoming Queen of the Death Match by winning the SCW Underground Championship, the so-called experts will try to pigeonhole me as just a hardcore wrestler. But I am capable of so much more. I am a technical marvel. It is time the world remembered that.
Dalek[
WHAT ABOUT GRACE?!
Williams furrows her brow.
Kimberly Williams
What about her?!
Dalek[
GRACE VAN BEEK IS MY WIFE!
The Woman Scorned kicks the Dalek.
Kimberly Williams
Look, you short-circuiting genocidal hate bot, leave the boss out of this, I…
Williams stops as she ponders her next words.
Kimberly Williams
...actually, if you did marry her, that would make you part owner of the company. You could book matches. We just have to drag her kicking and screaming through one of those drive-thru wedding chapels like they have in Vegas. I wouldn’t get sued for trademark or copyright or anything like that, would I? That hasn’t been done before has it?
Dalek
NEGATIVE!
Williams shrugs her shoulders.
Kimberly Williams
Well fine! If you want to pursue your love interest then have at it! I’m going to pursue the MENTV Championship. Maybe I’ll rename it the WoMEN TV Championship after I win it…the sexist bastards…
Kim strolls away with her trusty Dalek in tow.
MENTV Championship Quarter Final Match #4
Alan Envy VS Kimberly WilliamsThis was, without a doubt, the most interesting first round match. The former Chicago Way champion returned to Riot after months on the green brand, taking on one of the main staples of the Sunday night show, Alan Envy. As the bell rang Kimberly came charging out of the corner and caught Envy off guard with a low dropkick to the leg, forcing the Lonestar down to one knee. She got up to her feet with a kip up and, wasting no time, charged at him and hit the Shadowblade! The veteran quickly rolled out of the ring to escape the pinfall attempt, avoiding what could’ve been an embarrassing loss. But Kimberly wasn’t slowing down, climbing to the top rope and jumping to the outside with a reckless meteora. She took Alan down, but apparently hurt her left knee in the process. The double count out was going, reaching six as the two competitors started to stand up. Alan went immediately for that left leg, kicking it hard. He connected a suplex on the outside and quickly slid back inside to stop the count, before picking Kimberly up and throwing her into the barricade. She arched her back upon impact and couldn’t avoid Alan’s big boot that sent her flying in the front row. He had to pick her up and take her back to the ring now, a double count out would eliminate them both from the tournament. Kimberly surprised him with a headbutt and slammed his face into the rail stunning the preacher. She then climbed on top of the barricade, struggling a bit to find balance before catching the man with a hurricanrana. As the two went back inside the ring, Kim was in control, knocking Alan down with the Morrigan’s Wrath superkick. Alan pressed his fist to the mat to get up and went for a discus lariat. Williams ducked underneath his swing arm and countered with a Pelé kick that dropped Alan to the canvas. She draped her body over him but he powered out of the pin attempt before the ref could even get to two. Kimberly stood poised, stalking the Lonestar as he got up to one knee. She came speeding towards him with a shining wizard attempt. but Alan batted her away, knocking her to the mat.. Once he got his bearings he turned his attention to Williams who was pulling herself up with help from the ropes. Alan marched towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair, crushing her face with two stiff elbows before releasing his hold of her. With Williams down to her knees, Alan took a run to the ropes and nearly decapitated her with a sliding lariat. Just as the Lonestar looked ready for the kill, he got distracted by the Dalek on the outside. He took his eyes off Williams for just one moment, but that was enough for Kim to get up and hit a second Shadowblade knee. As soon as the former Chicago Way champion made the cover, though, the bell rang: the fifteen minutes were over. Kimberly was livid, she protested to the referee that she had Alan beat, but Charles countered saying that the rules were clear. Fifteen minutes, then the match had to be restarted for five more minutes. And it would’ve already been by now if Kim wasn’t threatening to feed Charles to the Dalek. Amidst that confusion, Alan stood up and blindsided Kim with a vicious elbow to the back of the head. As Kim slowly pushed herself up, the match restarted and Envy immediately delivered a massive knee to the side of the former champion’s head. The Lonestar then invited his opponent to get up. And when she did, she kicked her in the stomach and quickly dropped her on her head with the Envious Demise, obtaining the win in the extra-time. WINNER: Alan Envy BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 16:44 |
We then go to something a little bit different...something that’s been pre taped. It’s set in an office setting where you see various gold belts in a big case as well as photos of some of the more memorable moments of this man’s career. And sitting at this office chair in front of an organized desk is Seth Iser. As is tradition with him, he’s dressed to the nines in a beautiful black and gold suit. The veteran is sitting at the desk with his face contorted in a smirk but there’s also a little bit of agitation.
Seth Iser:
Julian Savell.
He says the name before you can actually see the man clapping in a bit of an over the top fashion, the smirk widening slightly on his face.
Seth Iser:
You finally showed a little bit of gumption and jumped the rail while at the same time showing you always had no faith in your boys to beat two thirds of the Triumvirate when both of us were in the process of getting back in ring shape. What a statement you made in the main event last week let me tell you. And the dumb bastards you ‘mentored’ aren’t bright enough to realize the message you sent loud and clear in front of the entire world what you did. You spit in their face with that crap but they took it like a badge of honor. Explains why Megan kicked Donnie’s ass to the curve now didn’t it?
The smirk even turns to a smile briefly before he lets out a sigh as if he’s more disappointed in them rather than purely angry.
Seth Iser:
You are proper ignoramuses... y’all can’t see the forest through the trees.
A calmness sets over the veteran as he leans back on his chair, even putting his feet on his desk as he’s fully comfortable at this point in time.
Seth Iser:
But Julian, listen close...I don’t think you fully understand what you just got yourself into. You almost never do when you make these rash decisions. You thought you’d get the thrill of kicking me in the back of the head with the numbers edge...that’s child’s play. It’s weak. Then you bark up a vulgar storm puffing your chest and shouting out the masses trying to get under my skin with stupid snipe shots over social media with all kinds of vulgarity. Truly a scholar and a gentleman you are…
He shakes his head as he tilts on that chair slightly, getting less comfortable before gesturing the camera with his finger to come closer.
Seth Iser:
I’ll admit you got one over on us by buying that deal with BROOKFORD. Later on I’m sure I’ll have my fun as well but I don’t think there will be much laughing for you around Christmas time. No...not at all.
The smile is fading away slowly as he brushes his hair away from his face.
Seth Iser:
You signed a contract to return. But I have my own details on contracts and well...now you have to wrestle me at Below Zero. You even say you do this industry for fun. That’s the big difference between us right there. You do it for fun...this is my job...my life. You’re a family name Julian...I’m the name. Of late you’re someone who could be...I’m someone who can and did.
And in one motion Seth points to the two world championships up on his wall without missing a beat before continuing.
Seth Iser:
You want to have a good time in professional wrestling. I am professional wrestling! And I’m going to make an example by humbling your ass in that squared circle. That seems like a fun workout for me...to help be my last piece to getting back into shape, you know. You can even bring what family members can stand your ass to see me go to work as well if that makes you feel any better.
The smile is gone but the confident...rather arrogant demeanor of the former World Champion is still there as he stays leaning forward on his desk.
Seth Iser:
But maybe seeing my daughter work hard in her tennis career or the joy she and my girl back at home bring might have also put someone like me to be a little more giving. A little more unselfish. So I’ll even offer a gift to your ‘boys’ Julian. For either Jay Gallagher or Donovan Keane. Not for a tag match or anything that can be changed...nothing like that…
He shakes his head before continuing.
Seth Iser:
To help get myself further into the shape I want...I’m offering either of you a brush with greatness. You have the chance to test yourself in a singles match against the Greatest Mind in Professional Wrestling! Jay? You want to see where you feel physically and mentally after your own return from your woes? Go ahead and sign it. Donnie...you honestly should be the god damn Chicago Way Champion if you didn’t go into that match with your head up your ass. Want to prove me wrong and say you’re a focused talent? Go on...go to Vincent or Elsa...whoever you’re more comfortable with...even ask for whichever television show you'd want on. It doesn't matter to me, I'm a true professional wrestler after all...But I warn both of you...someone else could also sign that little contract if they go to said people asking for it. Can’t just totally reward you for bad behavior after all…and it wouldn’t be skin off my bones either way
The shrug comes from the veteran Iser as he lets that all out.
Seth Iser:
And Julian...you might actually want to pay attention for once in your life. This...is how a professional wrestler handles his problems. Maybe one day...you’ll learn that. Even if I have to beat it into you on Christmas Day.
And with that last statement Seth has made his point and the camera fades to black so we can continue our show.
MENTV Championship Semi-Final Match #1
Devon Slayton VS Clyde SutterThe bell rang, Slayton stared at his opponent while he stood with his back up against the turnbuckle nonchalantly. Sutter seemed in no rush to get this underway, despite the clock already running. Devon urged him to come over, but Clyde didn’t move. Starting to get frustrated, Slayton walked toward him and ate a punch to the chin, stumbling back. A kick to the stomach by the Assassin was blocked by Devon who then clocked the opponent with a right hand. After getting acquainted with the initial exchange of courtesy, the two locked horns with a collar and elbow tie up and Sutter drove his opponent backwards into that same corner which he stood so comfortably in. The ref separated the two. Clyde backed up hesitantly, holding his hand in front of his face. With that same hand he hit Slayton with a lightning fast slap. Devon charged out of the corner and tackled him to the ground, starting to rain down punches on his face. Clyde was able to roll over, finding himself on top of Slayton and he quickly hammered him with a single elbow to the face. Getting up to his feet, Sutter jumped on the opponent’s chest with a double foot stomp, leaving him sore and out of breath. He continued his dismantling by dragging Devon to the ropes, resting his neck on the bottom one. Realizing what he wanted to do, the referee tried to discourage the Assassin, but his words fell on deaf ears. Sutter placed his foot on the back of Slayton’s neck and pushed him down on the rope, exploiting the whole five count and delivering one last stomp after finally letting go. With his attitude, Clyde surely wasn’t getting the sympathy of the fans but he accomplished his goal. Push Devon’s buttons and steer this match into an all-out brawl territory where he thought he had the advantage. In reality, that may not be Devon’s comfort zone but the man had some mean strikes in his arsenal, and he wasn’t afraid to use them. The Hot Streak (Bicycle High Knee followed by a Spinning Back Fist followed by a Spinning Back Kick followed by a Running Knee Strike to the head of a kneeling opponent) knocked Sutter down, but Slayton made the cover a little too close to the ropes and the Assassin saved himself. Slayton pulled him up to his feet and the two of them traded some more stiff strikes. This time Sutter came out on top and took a run to the ropes to deliver his clothesline from hell. As he was charging at Slayton at full speed, Devon desperately tried to counter it with his Black Flame. The double impact sent both men down, clawing at the canvas in a slow rush to the ropes. A little over three minutes to go and Devon went for his Devil’s Trigger. As soon as he applied the standing cobra clutch though, Sutter started pacing backwards, squashing Devon into the corner. The Assassin delivered a sharp elbow to the side of the face to break free and quickly turned around to drive his shoulder into the opponent’s stomach. Slayton was still trying to recover when Clyde’s Unforgiven (claymore kick) turned off the lights for him. WINNER: Clyde Sutter BY: Pinfall (Unforgiven), 13:33 |
Backstage Bree and her little sister are working in the training room together, as Bree's curling a barbell and her little sister is working the small dumbbell set. Together they've completed a circuit with Bree's heavier stuff on the outside and her sisters very light stuff on the inside of the circuit. As they finish, the pair go to the vending machine to get some water when the Millenum Intercontinental champion, Matt Stone, approaches the pair of them wanting to use the machine as well.
Matt Stone:
Now hang on ladies, I saw it first. We all know the rules around here, champions before...well not champions.
Clover Smith:
Can I get a picture of myself holding the title?
She says waving her new phone she'd recently upgraded to thanks to her siblings all putting a little towards it. Matt looks at the child for a second and chuckles, shaking his head.
Matt Stone:
Oh no, I can’t let someone else take a picture with my title, what would that say about me? It’s my sworn duty to protect this championship with my life, I am the only person on this planet that gets to say they are the Intercontinental champion…
He holds up the title like it’s a source of pride for him.
Matt Stone:
So there’s no way anyone else can get this…
Clover Smith:
That's a lot of words to just say nah…
While Bree hands her little sister a bottle then chucks hers at Matt for him to raise both his arms out to block/catch it; as Bree just reaches out and pulls the belt off his shoulder easy peasy.
Bree Smith:
Pfft don't be such a baby, Matt. Here you go Clover.
As she hands the title to her sister, Clover groans at the unexpected weight of it but manages to hold it on her shoulder like Matt had.
Matt Stone:
Hey!
Matt’s protests fall on deaf ears as Bree just hands his championship that he worked ever so hard for to her sister to show off.
Matt Stone:
Thief! Is that the kind of example you want to show your family Brianna? That you can just take what you want without earning it?
Bree pings back upright upon hearing her full name and narrows her eyes.
Bree Smith:
What you call me?
As Clover casually takes about 60 selfies while Matt and Bree were talking, then can be seen trying to pick the best one to send to her friends. Matt stares back at her like they were having the world’s first staring contest for a championship.
Matt Stone:
I called you a thief now would you kindly return my championship so I can get back to doing something productive with my time rather than dealing with you.
Bree Smith:
I didn't hear a please.
Clover Smith:
I didn't either, Bree. But I already sent my Intercontinental pic out, told them I beat Mr. Too Much Hair Gel for it.
Clover then walks back over besides Bree.Matt eyes the two of them, trying to make sense of what they were talking about
Matt Stone:
I didn’t hear a please when you took it from me! And you didn’t beat me, your sister stole it! You don’t want to be known as a thief and a liar, do you?
Clover Smith:
I'm not either. He doesn't like people knowing a girl beat him though, huh, Bree?
Bree Smith:
He surrrree doesn't.
She says folding his arms in front of her sister, flexing a little. Matt rolls his eyes, reaching his hand out so he can be given back his title.
Matt Stone:
Oh please...
Clover then hands him the title, cutting off what he was about to say
Clover Smith:
That's better.
She gives him a very Mimi smile which is probably where she picked it up.
Matt Stone:
But...hey..that’s not...oh nevermind!
He returns the championship to his shoulder and wipes down the plate to get those imaginary fingerprints off of it.
Matt Stone:
Now if you’ll excuse me, I still need to get my energy drink out of the machine.
Bree Smith:
How productive of you.
Bree says looking at the title for a moment. Seeing Bree nor Clover actually moving, Matt walks around them so he could get to the machine.
Matt Stone:
Well yes, being productive is how you get championships like this. It’s not all hanging out in the gym, ya know, there’s a lot of tape you can watch as well. I hope one day you learn that aspect.
Bree Smith:
Yoink.
Bree says nabbing the title again and takes Clover's hand in the other.
Bree Smith:
When you're ready to apologize we'll be in the cafeteria. Come on, Clover.
As the duo start walking away from Matt. Matt’s quick to react, abandoning his quest for an energy drink and stepping around to intercept them.
Matt Stone:
Give that back! If you want a chance to hold that title for real you could earn a shot like everyone else! Set a good example, for once.
Bree stops in her tracks and waits for the word she told him to say.
Matt Stone:
Hand it over Bree, I’m not going to be your little puppet and say whatever you want me to just to please you.
Bree Smith:
Please me? No, I don't think that's possible. I'm trying to show my sister that you don't talk to people the way you did, and I offered you the chance to show her people can do that by pulling a Lilly Aldrin, taking away the thing you care for so you see the error of your ways.
Matt Stone:
You can take your Aldrin justice and throw it away, this is just theft!
Matt reaches out to grab the strap and tries to pull the title away from Bree, but she slaps his hand.
Bree Smith:
Ok. If you want to act that way…
Bree looks at her sister and hands the title to Matt.
Bree Smith:
So if a Dude is acting like a major piece of trash, Clo.
She then grabs Matt from under his legs and back so she's carrying him with ease and drops him right into a black wastebin nearby, clean and empty so he does sink into it.
Bree Smith:
Just treat them the way they're treating you. Don't let it fly.
Clover Smith:
Got it, Bree.
Her sister smiles and snaps a picture of Matt for the group chat.
Bree Smith:
Great. Let's go see what Dean's up to.
Clover Smith:
Let's!
As Bree and Clover walk away, Matt peers over the trash can to make sure they were gone before getting out, cleaning himself off.
Matt Stone:
Bah Humbug
MENTV Championship Semi-Final Match #2
Faizah Marshall VS Alan EnvyAlan wasted no time and charged at Faizah who was still in her corner, instructing her bodyguard. It was TD Batterson who noticed the rush attack and quickly warned his young client who managed to quickly turn around and duck underneath as Envy swung with a hard clothesline. The Lonestar quickly turned around, Faizah grabbed his arm looking for an Irish whip but the size difference was too much. Alan didn’t move an inch, instead he yanked the former Gold Star’s arm and pulled her into a bear hug, squeezing her body. The Original Bae managed to free her hands and clap them together around Alan’s head, causing him to release the hold. Taking advantage of the stunned opponent, she ran to the ropes and springboarded off the middle one with a hard elbow. Marshall then got up and kicked Alan a few times while he was down before trying a pinfall with a springboard moonsault. The Lonestar kicked out in two and quickly picked himself up. Faizah went for a headscissors but the former Tag Team champion blocked the attempt and brutally powerbombed the young girl into the canvas. He made a cover of his own, but couldn’t keep Faizah down for the three. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to her feet. He then scooped her up and dropped her down with a powerslam, laying her flat on her back. Gaining some momentum by bouncing off the ropes, Alan jumped in the air for a knee drop but the quick Boston born rolled out of the way. That right knee bothered Alan for the rest of the match. It surely didn’t help that Faizah targeted it with kicks and basic submissions, even helping herself with the ring post around which she wrapped Alan’s legs to put him in an as painful as it was illegal figure four. Looking to get the win via submission, Faizah locked the Lonestar in a kneebar, right in the middle of the ring. Alan screamed in pain, struggling against the instinct to just give up to end this suffering. But he pushed through, starting to hammer at the Original BAE leg when he realized that the ropes were too far away to be reached. He managed to get free by doing that, but as soon as he got up, Faizah dropkicked him on the knee and took him down once again. After another submission attempt didn’t give the expected outcome, Marshall frustration reached its peak. She yelled at Alan and began to stomp him on the leg furiously before slapping him across the face. That gesture awoke the beast. Alan grabbed her by the throat as he stood up, trying to choke the Best At Everything. Faizah started coughing, gasping for hair as Envy kept squeezing the life out of her. The referee started the count to five, threatening Alan with a dq. Marshall finally broke free with a kick to the stomach, trying to catch her breath. Alan grabbed her arm and whipped her against the ropes. As she bounced back, he threw her in the air and dropped her down with his pop up death valley driver. Rather than going for the pinfall, Alan put Faizah in his Paying Dues, choking the Academy graduate out. WINNER: Alan Envy BY: Submission (Paying Dues), 14:02 |
We then have a shot of Vincent Moretti in front of a screen where you would normally see interviews conducted but it seems he has a stoic announcement.
Vincent Moretti:
I’ll be brief. This show is about the wrestlers...not about management but on pay per view we had one of our wrestlers cross a line you never should cross. Regardless of anybody’s personal feelings one way or another, I’ll recap briefly. There was a match on pay per view between Yulia Kirilenko and Echo that main evented night one. Echo won the match with Calf Crush submission but afterwards…
Vincent pauses for a moment wincing as if he’s replaying the whole incident in his head. He’s palming the cane in his left hand, not using it for support but rather almost as a way to grip something hard so he doesn’t lash out.
Vincent Moretti:
She didn’t let go of her damned hold. For over a week I’ve been in meetings as to what to do with this, Echo. Not just involving your title but your livelihood. I don’t know if you realize what your stunt cost but, I’ll give you a quick summary. Sponsors wanted you disciplined. Some people within the company wanted you gone. And I’m not sure how other wrestlers who might want to come here for one match or more would ever want to view this place when we just left one of our own unable to walk because somebody decided to be selfish. That wasn’t settling a grudge, that’s just a kid being selfish is what you did. You didn’t represent the brand. You didn’t represent your title. You embarrassed all of us at that moment.
His lips curl into a frown, almost throwing his hands up in the air.
Vincent Moretti:
If it were earlier in the week kid, I’m going to be a hundred percent honest with you. You’d be fired. Outright and I’d be the one handing you your papers. But fate has a funny way of changing things sometimes...
He lets out a sigh as his shoulders slouch.
Vincent Moretti:
As of right now...you’re not being fired. Barely. But there is a condition to it right now. And I don’t think it’s the kind of condition you’d expect. I was talked into a compromise involving you, kid.
He takes a deep breath as he brushes his silver hair back from his face, a frown still glued on.
Vincent Moretti:
You have to give back what you took away in one form or another. You took away from everybody in one action. And for every action...equal and opposite reaction. I could suspend you, strip you of the title but that wouldn’t teach you what you took away. So after mulling around and throwing every possible idea out there in the sun, it did hit me. The Labors of Echo.
He frowns, not entirely proud of this but he gestures for them to continue.
Vincent Moretti:
Hercules in legend went through twelve labors to learn life lessons. You? You have five to go through in order to learn maybe the most important lesson of life itself. And I already have your first two labors down. They’re both simple and in line with the traditions of professional wrestling itself. The first one...it pertains to Yulia’s expenses.
Vincent nods his head for a moment taking another breath.
Vincent Moretti:
There’s a code in our industry that whenever someone gets hurt really bad by someone...the other has to help pay for it. This isn’t a fine, this is something more important: a lesson. You have to help pay for Yulia’s medical bill. It’s the code that’s been passed down before even I was a wrestler. And that’s your first labor.
He holds up that first finger for a moment before it transitions to two fingers.
Vincent Moretti:
Labor number two…
He nods his head for a moment.
Vincent Moretti:
I already cleared this with Gianluigi Vaccaro but labor number two? You’re going to have to lead a lesson in The Academy for the kids hoping to be in the position YOU find yourself in right now. And it has to be something viable...something the kids can take away from and be better for it in some form or fashion. You took away from everyone...now you have to give back. But you want to know what the alternative is if you don’t do your five labors?
Vincent then lets out a sigh before putting his cane down on the floor.
Vincent Moretti:
Then Miss van Beek will agree with what I originally suggested: you will no longer be employed by this company. This is your choice...and in your position? I don’t think there really is one now is there? You have a lot to give back to this profession after what you took away...I suggest you get to work.
Vincent then lets out a sigh before we fade from this view.
MENTV Championship Match
Clyde Sutter VS Alan EnvyAmy Maynard: “What a night this has been! Eight competitors entered this tournament to crown the new MENTV champion, six matches later, we’re down to two.” Sir Figgles: “As I expected, it’s Envy versus Sutter in the end. This was easy money, totally a no brainer.” Amy Maynard: “You’re still placing bets on matches? I thought Moretti shut that gambling joint down..” Sir Figgles: “What? Oh yeah, he absolutely did… What I meant is, if I had the chance, these two would’ve been the ones I had put my money on.” Amy Maynard: “And who would you, allegedly, had placed your bet on to win the whole thing?” Sir Figgles: “I’m not saying it, I don’t want to jinx myself.” The referee announced the rules, same as the seven previous matches with one exception. If no winner has emerged at the end of the fifteen minutes, the match will be continued until there’s a winner. The match could drag well over the twenty minutes, but at the end of the night, we will have a MENTV champion. Of the two competitors, Clyde Sutter was the one in better shape. Sure, the match against Slayton left him battered and bruised, the black eye was a clear testament of that. But, unlike Alan, he had time to recover. And more importantly, he had two functioning legs. Knowing he was trailing before the match even started, Alan relied on God, stretching his arms out with the palms turned up while he stared at the heavens. Clyde probably had some beef with the Lord as well (then again, who he doesn’t have a beef with?) and disrespectfully interrupted Alan’s prayer with a big boot to the face, flooring the preacher. Clyde grabbed his right foot, lifting his leg so he could kick it behind the knee. Envy used his free leg to kick him away, sending him on the floor. Both got up at the same time, Clyde charged at Alan who bent forward and sent him flying on the mat with a back body drop. Amy Maynard: “I have a bad feeling about Alan’s leg. Faizah really did a number on him, and he had no time to recover.” Sir Figgles: “He has God on his side, he’s fine.” The two were firing on all cylinders already, stiff strikes flying back and forth right in the middle of the ring. Hard to tell who hit harder, the fans could hear every blow as it made contact with the wrestlers’ faces. A throat thrust suddenly tipped the exchange in Alan’s favor. His next flurry of punches caught Sutter in the ribs and pushed him all the way back into the ropes. Alan then threw him out of the ring with a clothesline, the momentum behind the strike causing him to tumble over the top rope as well. Sir Figgles: “Hey come on guys, not here…! Amy Maynard: “WATCH OUT!” Sutter threw Alan onto the announcers’ table, almost taking out Figgles in the process. The referee started to count them out, though he did it very slowly, begging them to get back in the ring between the counting. He knew he couldn’t just count them out, a winner had to emerge from this contest and that was why the official didn’t enforce the rules to the letter. Eventually Sutter pushed Alan back in the ring, climbing to the apron as well and stepping in through the ropes. Envy kicked him in the face as he leaned inside the ring, draping his arm around Sutter’s head and falling backwards, planting him with a rope hung ddt. As he made the cover though, he realized that the Assassin wasn’t going down so easily. Amy Maynard: “Five minutes to go, I have a feeling we’ll need the extra-time for this one.” Sir Figgles: “I’m honestly surprised we don’t have a winner yet. With what they put each other through, and what they withstood in the previous matches.” Amy Maynard: “That’s a valid point. But we saw what it took BROOKFORD to keep Alan down in the Three Stages Of Hell, and Sutter proved how tough he is against Edwards.” Clyde helped Envy to his feet and lifted him up with a belly to back suplex. Instead of falling backwards he dropped him on the top rope, groin first. Alan's facial expression suddenly changed as he squealed in pain, but Sutter wasn’t done with him yet. Grabbing a hold of the top rope, The Assassin began to shake it, bouncing Alan up and down. When he stopped, Envy dropped on the apron. Sutter dragged him up by the hair and, in a feat of herculean strength, suplexed him back in the ring. He then draped across the Lonestar, who kicked out in two. That wasn’t the last time the English wrestler showed his impressive strength. A minute later, he dropped Alan down with his Cruciform Slam (gorilla press into spinebuster) but not even that was enough to win him the match. Amy Maynard: “One minute left, and Envy is on the ropes. Clyde can end this, but he needs to do something quickly!” As Clyde was picking Alan up, the Iconic placed his head under the Assassin’s chin and fell to his knees, stunning him with a chin breaker. Wasting no time, he charged shoulder first into the stomach and pushed Sutter all the way into the corner. There, he hit him with everything he got. Kicks, punches, elbow strikes and even headbutts. He stopped as the referee counted to five but went back to work right away, firing off with some knife edge chops. Rinse and repeat, Alan spent the remaining seconds unleashing hell on the cornered Sutter, really pushing the ref’s patience. And finally, the bell rang. Amy Maynard: “Fifteen minutes weren’t enough… We still don’t have a MENTV Champion!” Sir Figgles: “This could take another minute or another fifteen.. Grab your snack, your favorite drink and enjoy the massacre!” Both men looked exhausted, and it couldn’t be otherwise. Despite everything, they threw everything they had left at each other. Alan got a two and half with the gourdbuster, Sutter got milliseconds away from the win with the same move he put Slayton down with, the Unforgiven (Claymore kick). Once again they were standing in the middle of the ring, swinging for the fences with tired punches. Sutter suddenly remembered about Alan’s bad knee and went for it, kicking the preacher down to one knee. The following shot was a knee strike straight to the mush that busted Envy’s lips open. Relentlessly, Clyde dragged the Lonestar to his feet and finished him with the Judge, Jury And Executioner. WINNER: Clyde Sutter BY: Pinfall (Judge, Jury & Executioner), 20:46 |